<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>Grace Post</title><description></description><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Chatter Post)</managingEditor><pubDate>Thu, 29 Aug 2024 02:43:37 +0700</pubDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link>http://gracepost.blogspot.com/</link><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><copyright>Respect Yourself by Respesting Others</copyright><itunes:keywords>ursuline,inspirational,peace,indonesia</itunes:keywords><itunes:subtitle/><itunes:author>ChatterPost</itunes:author><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email><itunes:name>ChatterPost</itunes:name></itunes:owner><item><title>How to Enjoy Life</title><link>http://gracepost.blogspot.com/2012/05/how-to-enjoy-life.html</link><pubDate>Wed, 30 May 2012 08:24:00 +0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200625788729603404.post-8426508880239611094</guid><description>




We have a problem.

We don’t know how to enjoy life&amp;nbsp;anymore.&amp;nbsp;

Why?&amp;nbsp; We have so many hang-ups, so many issues, so many worries, so many fears, so many burdens…

We
 have lost the art of enjoying life, of playing with small children, of 
conversing with a friend, of holding hands with a loved one, of smelling
 the flowers, of gazing at the stars, of singing in the shower, of 
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  In
 his message for the Regina Coeli, Pope Benedict XVI spoke about the 
Gospel for today, the Fifth Sunday of Easter. He recalled the words of 
Christ, who said, “I am the true vine, and My Father is the 
vine-grower.” “On the day of our Baptism,” the Pope said, “The 
Church grafts us as branches into the Paschal Mystery of Christ, into 
His own Person.” He called upon the faithful to </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (ChatterPost)</author></item><item><title>small cross in my pocket</title><link>http://gracepost.blogspot.com/2012/03/small-cross-in-my-pocket.html</link><pubDate>Wed, 21 Mar 2012 11:27:00 +0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200625788729603404.post-1604779804652227678</guid><description>


I carry a cross in my pocket,
A simple reminder to me
That I am a Christian,
No matter where I may be.



This little cross isn’t magic,
Nor is it a good luck charm.
It isn’t meant to protect me
From every physical harm.



It’s not for identification
For all the world to see.
It’s simply an understanding
Between my Savior and me.



When I put my hand in my pocket
To bring out a coin or a key</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyAIldrgTzyD7pXJePbAtRKHzpIYbwzvwsokTsDY-6YDPRjxPznjyvkIe3l8lXsFczawqsA5G1-5MLsTgG37B2Qti5LIr3-4_qjDF3aTj7TzekCJprtGkQiXerS8WgtDYE6r9YOs2W8PYR/s72-c/purple-cross.gif" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (ChatterPost)</author></item><item><title/><link>http://gracepost.blogspot.com/2011/12/mercy-prayer-by-st.html</link><pubDate>Tue, 6 Dec 2011 13:30:00 +0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200625788729603404.post-5669286355061299642</guid><description>A mercy prayer by St. Faustina:-O Lord. I want to be completely transformed into your mercy and to be your living reflection.May the greatest of all divine attributes, that of your unfathomable mercy, pass through my heart and soul to my neighbour.Help  me, O Lord that my eyes may be merciful, so that I may never suspect or  judge from appearances, but look for what is beautiful in my  </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY1b6wu6i7LNHB5jClB2XwlxLkBJkVkk-FF52mMbZkblHREe6BPt8y26O3KwS_kDdzgqh2R5f_hgAj5WBhftlU6jdbDudQw8ZyCD_ikapGRh5WKcPPBMUPkgZ5W3l311Z2ieO6GbEVIydP/s72-c/St.+Faustina+Kowalska.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (ChatterPost)</author></item><item><title>The Priest : A Prayer On A Sunday Night</title><link>http://gracepost.blogspot.com/2011/11/priest-prayer-on-sunday-night.html</link><pubDate>Wed, 2 Nov 2011 13:35:00 +0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200625788729603404.post-2884918948344177174</guid><description>Tonight, Lord, I am alone.Little by little the soundsdied down in the church.The people went away,And I came home,Alone. I passed people who werereturning from a walk.I went by the cinemathat was disgorging its crowd.I skirted café terraces where tired strollerswere trying to prolong the pleasure of a Sunday holiday.I bumped into youngstersplaying on the footpath,Youngsters, Lord,Other people’s </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjht8UOFllGDKgSNnxW2Dg8NOxYQx2XuGWV-0_NuhEuuFg_pcvlLPdGT8UfNWg4GVG0iPV6730GoNdHupu6kUtOysyFjQrLlUfnjeTzaSjO7cglE9pG0ftvNI7eeiKqJwUJyVG5b7mdDwhr/s72-c/The_Priest.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (ChatterPost)</author></item><item><title>If You Know</title><link>http://gracepost.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-you-know.html</link><category>Inspirational</category><pubDate>Tue, 27 Sep 2011 14:06:00 +0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200625788729603404.post-5430219180299210622</guid><description>If you know who you are, you will make it your greatest ambition to make other people’s lives better because you showed up.If you know who you are, you will be gracious in defeat and humble is victory, knowing that you can’t be defined by a single event in life.If you know who you are, other people’s opinions of you won’t make you doubt your own ability or character.If you know who you are, it </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL9x3jMB2Kit10RfNfdAP7_EjwNq4N6HmIpl55oS2-1heLtr3Z2TqaeWBkaPDMLUc5kphJKew5mUuTM0vcQLnjKqkOtNH8n8QyvBXVz215fddKDyqBiewgbvMTIPTV6_t947o6poEh9H26/s72-c/nunbeach1.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (ChatterPost)</author></item><item><title>Fighting For Faith</title><link>http://gracepost.blogspot.com/2011/05/fighting-for-faith.html</link><pubDate>Tue, 3 May 2011 21:10:00 +0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200625788729603404.post-614649176007211512</guid><description>
The strange phenomenon among frustrated Christians is basically that God doesn’t care at times of crisis. He neither offers solutions nor a way out of it. An apt opinion would be, ‘God is angry with me or because of my sins, I undergo or face these problems in life.’
Many have shared about their crisis in life, and one among them is ‘Faith Crisis’. Their dwindling faith and declining beliefs in </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (ChatterPost)</author></item><item><title>Feelings of every Mom</title><link>http://gracepost.blogspot.com/2011/04/feelings-of-every-mom.html</link><pubDate>Fri, 22 Apr 2011 09:40:00 +0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200625788729603404.post-108931394886241539</guid><description>&amp;nbsp;We celebrate Easter once every yearto remembering the greatest love of GOD for usHIS beloved children even upon HIS only Child, JESUS.What a remarkably LOVE for He CHOOSE you and meabove all, above HIS LOVE for Jesus.Let us open our heart for HIM.Because HE LOVE you and me more than a mother love her child.  A Poem: An Angel Left Her Wings©             Tina M. Marascia            I have </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu32PJy0K0rzdOchsjbpTjeK2aeXdSVk3AB0f-RnNyuKLN8f5fDeqQAJVJsZtIhbAcvh68BBXiSlY0fo0m8LnEBz9r1yamzxmKqzlvvttcysG8D5vdliOWrqsDiJqzVX29pAJiyvqWlM3m/s72-c/gods-love1.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (ChatterPost)</author></item><item><title>Love means respect</title><link>http://gracepost.blogspot.com/2011/04/love-means-respect.html</link><pubDate>Sat, 2 Apr 2011 14:25:00 +0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200625788729603404.post-5491667147207720234</guid><description>

Sister Mater and me

Her name is Sister Materna. Means: mother.
And no doubt she is a very good mother and grandmother (for me)
She was small, looks fragile (but tough-old-lady), always smile and warmth

On the day i met her, she said:
my dear Sister. Being a nun means becoming an open heart person and respect others, always.
by doing so, you can fully accept and love others.
we live in rough </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtU1BE4EGc5hxSyfEBwWH8ySZ4ekxExCwmoplAVL3NoYX5O6L5opUPZOEMpkif5FGfiXQ5_XhkRWSO2LElyd5R8C6kDga0CcC8iCND7idJY0-kXusw8pL6mSa_joXOOlDQdidRZj4KN0y0/s72-c/IMG_4116.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (ChatterPost)</author></item><item><title>A Connection With Christ</title><link>http://gracepost.blogspot.com/2011/03/connection-with-christ.html</link><pubDate>Wed, 30 Mar 2011 20:40:00 +0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200625788729603404.post-6143192958953814463</guid><description>
Our ministries go out of strength due to lack of proper connection with the true power source.A man from a remote village had gone to  the city. He was wonder struck by seeing the modern technologies and the  city way of life. He saw the whole city was illuminated with bright  lights, drinking water was supplied to houses and fans gave cool air in  the hot summer. He wanted to enjoy the same, </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglQSk8mSCgV-lZkOVMzn-IdY3YUhJKGY1GNh_wq8qVRM38GFPnCqun57MeaIgWnRL96sUW1_h2HibTi1wLPu_t5Dke5rFIhBcLcbTnfL2fM4eIAnT_FL2sWCJe7cie6IwvDy-LQxXVI-Xr/s72-c/179484_10150093406654756_662699755_5927876_3789591_n.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (ChatterPost)</author></item><item><title>Ten Inch on Water</title><link>http://gracepost.blogspot.com/2011/03/ten-inch-on-water.html</link><pubDate>Mon, 28 Mar 2011 14:53:00 +0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200625788729603404.post-87523770636878017</guid><description>
A boy was sitting in a park bench with  one hand resting on an open&amp;nbsp;Bible. He was loudly exclaiming his praise  to God. Hallelujah!&amp;nbsp;Hallelujah! God is great! he yelled without worrying  whether anyone&amp;nbsp;heard him or not.Shortly after, along came a man who had  recently completed some&amp;nbsp;studies at a local University. Feeling himself  very enlightened in the&amp;nbsp;ways of truth and </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRXHEhlqUu_HyIwOeTLOBevdDnB82UkbLv-5xOlvo4GCtBD5MPIpTG4miv7-x_fpepMsNlknhg4sAjpnEH_dUgv8a0uIZqJbho-IkgEClnL6qXypb7p3lAA7lvHBh7sYlFKUYo4IhncLgH/s72-c/smiling_boy.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (ChatterPost)</author></item><item><title>When You Thought I Wasnt Looking</title><link>http://gracepost.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-you-thought-i-wasnt-looking.html</link><pubDate>Sat, 26 Mar 2011 12:11:00 +0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200625788729603404.post-2993084845670939596</guid><description>
When you thought I wasn’t looking
I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator,
and I immediately wanted to paint another one.
When you thought I wasn’t looking
I saw you feed a stray cat, and I learned that it was good to be kind
to animals.
When you thought I wasn’t looking
I heard you say a prayer,
and I knew that there is a God I could always talk to,
and I learned to trust in Him.
</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbpkx8pyE-Vvg6_PcsaiVMspNokvys1z2w0FBUz70G9WjGu8MBW8lA4mcTDzD4iKMmSsAcGeZT_r8vXHiat4Rl-kXCc9I2WQe6reO9U-LOwhmbV3yBGz8O51MMVPKn6fpSslyMNEKFCPjl/s72-c/mice-with-flowers.gif" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (ChatterPost)</author></item><item><title>Doa Untuk Korban di Jepang</title><link>http://gracepost.blogspot.com/2011/03/doa-untuk-korban-di-jepang.html</link><pubDate>Sat, 12 Mar 2011 07:16:00 +0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200625788729603404.post-2688485480775772775</guid><description>marilah kita berdoa untuk korban gempa dan gelombang tsunami di Jepang.pada 11 maret, Jepang dihantam gempa 8,9M dan memicu tsunami disana.Marilah kita berdoa bagi para korban dan jiwa-jiwa yang pulang ke ruma Bapa di surga.

Little Hope from GOD

Doa untuk Korban di JepangAllah yang berbelas kasih dan penuh kasih,pemberi Hidup dan Cinta,dengarkanlah doa kamidan biarkan jeritan kami sampai </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCvVotNsAXFhdtZJh_AuRN5Q48LfOgRzJnq1VmCoMzfM8c_epbhaJuFVLYAE3b5yK-H2YQIgwQ06ptX_Scc4Fmv32kJndWLKwz87kf0P45ZUAs0w0VQQL_f6bXLOlK_R6EggFtJiz57tJF/s72-c/451353-japan-earthquake.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (ChatterPost)</author></item><item><title>Sunday: The Visiting Day</title><link>http://gracepost.blogspot.com/2011/03/sunday-visiting-day.html</link><pubDate>Fri, 4 Mar 2011 14:39:00 +0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200625788729603404.post-8730859438316531817</guid><description>
He was looking forward to this moment all day long, after 6 days of&amp;nbsp;labor and it finally arrived – Visiting Day!The  man with the keys arrived to swing open the large, heavy doors.&amp;nbsp;The  cold gray hall springs to life in the warm glow of light. He  could&amp;nbsp;hardly control His emotions.The  families began to arrive. He peers from the corner of the room&amp;nbsp;longing  for the 1st glimpse</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-3LQQFDoH27tRiVItblEm1Px8-VCsZ9suNU-3gBtFJPY7TXPfnvW8EmBtklpmiu_lDOi_46nc7783ebqHIzbm64gFjNAXS2q_sPKRA_siNvDdroPNrT5RGmDuTeR2Lm9J985n9Bv4GAAz/s72-c/Waiting1b1XGA.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (ChatterPost)</author></item><item><title>The Visitor</title><link>http://gracepost.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-day-man-went-to-visit-church.html</link><pubDate>Thu, 3 Mar 2011 08:51:00 +0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200625788729603404.post-6093471365749377716</guid><description>

One day, a man went to visit a church. He arrived early, parked his&amp;nbsp;car, and got out. Another car pulled up near him, and the driver told&amp;nbsp;him, “I always park there. You took my place!”The visitor went inside for Sunday School, found an empty seat, and&amp;nbsp;sat down. A young lady from the church approached him and stated,&amp;nbsp;”That’s my seat! You took my place!” The visitor was </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ubOoC-SsQJPEMi6hsVfPgWvuIbCwtLG2cOY1B8dkW5y6Z4eYrHBz1jeLUYMpMZG8jCf273E6A28-RSbEfRVqMM-n7ypjyrgwiz5rPVFkppxPE_GKO7QSPXzFOl1PYd1iI7Yl8dj6hId7/s72-c/jesus_praying.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (ChatterPost)</author></item><item><title>Instructions For Life by Dalai Lama</title><link>http://gracepost.blogspot.com/2011/03/instructions-for-life-by-dalai-lama.html</link><pubDate>Tue, 1 Mar 2011 11:38:00 +0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200625788729603404.post-8372476524396851350</guid><description>
1. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.
2. Memorize your favorite poem.
3. Don’t believe all you hear.
4. Don’t spend all you have.
5. Don’t sleep all you want.
6. When you say, “I love you”, mean it.
7. When you say, “I’m sorry”, look the person in the eye.
8. Be engaged at least 6 months before you get married.
9. Believe in love at first sight.
10. Never laugh at anyone’s </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicx3S6osILOF73HoGpJF7XRnOR7uHp9oxYDVOaLzcSdV8U87sn_0KbvBokmaxtrTPVE32TwQToQJO68uFGQNoAtMQOxbhTinBhcjcY1R35rplqtFtUUXpJDkSbElRs1NxPg4QwQidKcha6/s72-c/images.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (ChatterPost)</author></item><item><title>You Never Know Who Is Watching Your Actions</title><link>http://gracepost.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-never-know-who-is-watching-your_01.html</link><pubDate>Tue, 1 Mar 2011 11:27:00 +0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200625788729603404.post-2093116861689505879</guid><description>You Never Know Who Is Watching Your Actions</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (ChatterPost)</author></item><item><title>The Path of LOVE</title><link>http://gracepost.blogspot.com/2011/02/path-of-love.html</link><pubDate>Sat, 26 Feb 2011 11:38:00 +0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200625788729603404.post-6626170369236874440</guid><description>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0               false   false   false      EN-US   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                     MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQBAzP4e4oPjZEpz6Fiq73QB9Wym1NKP8Pz_FuEiNSJx4KjX2QygroAvzoHABbn0Iew0LvgoxxMjD5F8Q1vqgNPn76Q1MFH2Kl4D4r69ci3k8HblWlLseCDnTvFGXYlSulw36TVlSQc8Ro/s72-c/divine_mercy_image-demonic.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (ChatterPost)</author></item><item><title>Antara aku, Allah dan Salib</title><link>http://gracepost.blogspot.com/2011/02/antara-aku-allah-dan-salib.html</link><pubDate>Tue, 22 Feb 2011 10:50:00 +0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200625788729603404.post-287989273562134261</guid><description>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0               false   false   false      EN-US   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                     MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivMHKvygq1-LuNqxGLzE3rnmd8348HfG91HIy3zxZYFW7zmfvTR_Z8IWAKZ7pN0-EGgmcSpEa3MpOoNepCLQNb8pZ0NbMBS6FLGsgLXsvlo8ivDByDJk_h0vwf0PQa7RvSbIpPtBJPVCKt/s72-c/39883_423873362859_705902859_4622996_1866405_n.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (ChatterPost)</author></item><item><title>Happy Birthday Sis</title><link>http://gracepost.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-birthday-sis.html</link><pubDate>Sun, 20 Feb 2011 10:50:00 +0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200625788729603404.post-518396364147061809</guid><description>Hari ini ulang tahun kakakku yang paling sulung.
aku ada di Bandung, jadi mau nelpon juga mikir2. Habis pulsa tinggal sedikit, terus di luar kota pula. Ternyata Ulangtahun kakakku melatihku untuk sabar yaaa.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!


Kakaku, Suzie dan anak perempuannya: Gabby
</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Zy0KMNXSYVPTrDBJV9J8fzPkmr5qa83Rjj2qGgufl8zw-qvGV45Ku4s-altluoRUeVdfoFzN_c1P7IZcIkVCef_jG9FKGDMw-7TppmeGj9N0v8z65a26nnQB-3uuUBGmpwwm5UlaJlwC/s72-c/2405_1031393233106_1473638636_30215104_4269256_n.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (ChatterPost)</author></item><item><title>Cyberbully: Excuse Me....</title><link>http://gracepost.blogspot.com/2011/02/cyberbully-excuse-me.html</link><pubDate>Thu, 17 Feb 2011 09:17:00 +0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200625788729603404.post-5663840871182606618</guid><description>Beberapa hari ini aku berhadapan dengan perilaku bullying dan cyberbully di tempat karya.
ada rasa sedih, kesal dan marah.
Sedih karena menyadari bahwa mereka yang melakukan adalah pribadi yang pada dasarnya baik, hanya karena ada yang tak terpenuhi maka mereka menjadi dan menjadikan diri mereka seperti predator emosi. Sedih karena ada pribadi-pribadi yang baik dan lembut yang dijadikan "makanan </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1cc5PQQsrj302g6XXccmY2X5HLQIQ54phsMmV-HLz7oYhlbOCCm1Wv8npcCttbS0vbvarfsZAR9E7uxME2xo7RV9OBRXuSMHmf6OsQfqJ-I4IXMB3zREyqwq9v_Zu5YwSLKbQ5SOHWIjV/s72-c/cyberbullying.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (ChatterPost)</author></item><item><title>Hargai Keberagaman</title><link>http://gracepost.blogspot.com/2011/02/hargai-keberagaman.html</link><pubDate>Sat, 12 Feb 2011 16:24:00 +0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200625788729603404.post-1665285087079029520</guid><description>
Seiring jalannya perkembangan di Indonesia, kita menjadi bangsa yang semakin seragam.&amp;nbsp;
Bahkan makanan pokok pun disamakan: nasi.
Dengan membangun image bahwa dengan makan nasi artinya sudah meningkat kesejarhteraannya, maka masyarakat yang memiliki makanan pokok lain; seperti singkong, sagu, jagung dll menjadi tersisih.
seolah-olah mereka yang hidup dengan makanan pokok diluar nasi </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9DnQGuEKy1a-q2UmCJ7z3PGAwc9BhCiyT_qiA3vlzHUPhQohi-JxlPn8qRfqiY78huZB14vi_5DjqgxUCj4VhpC-dGnoHrH4K7z6DH8NAV7dZo50IkZgk6GwF5HDG__DTHQ_v259mA97U/s72-c/nasi-putih1.gif" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (ChatterPost)</author></item><item><title>Happy Birhday</title><link>http://gracepost.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-birhday.html</link><pubDate>Fri, 11 Feb 2011 17:31:00 +0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200625788729603404.post-4098901068190553672</guid><description>Hari ini ada 2 orang penting dalam hidupku yang berulang tahun.
Pertama: kakak ku bernama Yohanes

Kedua: saudariku Sr.Reta.

Rasanya waktu berlalu begitu cepat. Tak terasa mereka yang ku sayangi sudah bertambah umurnya.
aku jadi bertanya dalam berdoa: sudahkah aku memberi waktu dan kasihku pada mereka?
kadang dengan alasan kesibukan dan sebagainya, aku pun melalaikan mereka.
bahkan untuk sekadar</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirhvNvHsX4o7n0jn8Eq7fgS7tvHdYPjNVlJfEVafCW_Z6afpIAJQJsSlsgXaTlOZFvTXgFvCbbvynAm2mNqPZEmhuW73B5R3MBbEVQ8YmFc8Mz735d7TmiNhKGXFwF5ecGFR7wiezm8iQB/s72-c/ko+hany.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (ChatterPost)</author></item><item><title>Badly Needing</title><link>http://gracepost.blogspot.com/2011/01/badly-needing.html</link><category>humor</category><pubDate>Sun, 30 Jan 2011 12:35:00 +0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200625788729603404.post-3542434909101781637</guid><description>
A nun, badly needing to use the restroom, walked into a local Hooters.
The place was hopping with music and loud conversation and every once in a while ‘the lights would turn off.’
Each time the lights would go out, the place would erupt into cheers.
However, when the revelers saw the nun, the room went dead silent.
She walked up to the bartender, and asked, ‘May I please use the restroom?
The </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUpvfL8Ywr1X-lcQLkfWEpcbVj5fcxU4o1nFVNOKDeS-TGRxZe9Kksmc8MQktF7SbqQ5tqnKCmso1Y2hK4IhiJN72NXAMpptGXg-COVtbDMHIZwF6sgyVqXzuhh-lqdFj6pcWKVniCeTJF/s72-c/nun1.jpeg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (ChatterPost)</author></item><item><title>Siapa Yang Bayar?</title><link>http://gracepost.blogspot.com/2011/01/siapa-yang-bayar.html</link><pubDate>Sat, 29 Jan 2011 12:14:00 +0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200625788729603404.post-761518564153571837</guid><description>Seorang pria terkena serangan jantung serius. Ia dibawa ke sebuah rumah sakit yang dikelola oleh sebuah yayasan kristiani. Dokter mengharuskannya menjalani operasi bypasas.
Setelah sembuh, seorang suster&amp;nbsp; mendatanginya dan menanyakan bagaimana ia akan membayar semua biaya perawatan. Ia ditanya: apakah ia memiliki asuransi kesehatan? ia menggeleng.
Suster kembali bertanya: apakah ia memiliki </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8CPdBjVr7CxSmubYiY_ebaM_rdP9cR0lgo8gGNNsGiR9OWqdXOueSdINGFky72XIelPijirrBkG2a2Z6hLBFqzLzZ5BbEelOiX_pSKf9Da5HAp5jVHF7mVG9ZhmdX0TfTovcJVC6TZh4D/s72-c/9_funny_jesus_thumbs_up.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (ChatterPost)</author></item></channel></rss>