tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37940020039192050092024-11-06T10:43:08.575+08:00Best Collection of Inspirational Stories, Quotes, Poems and Inspiring Thoughts for your Self-Development.Olandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16735833664902695888noreply@blogger.comBlogger61125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794002003919205009.post-21727223461303561462011-07-29T12:32:00.000+08:002011-07-29T12:32:08.355+08:00

When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember well the polished old case fastened to the wall.  The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box.  I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it. Then I discovered that somewhere inside the

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An elderly carpenter was ready to retire. He told his employer-contractor of his plans to leave the house building business and live a more leisurely life with his wife enjoying his extended family. He would miss the paycheck, but he needed to retire. They could get by.  The contractor was sorry to see his good worker go and asked if he could build just one more house as a

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 In spite of the fact We complain and lament, And view this old world With much discontent Deploring conditions And grumbling because There's so much injustice And so many flaws It's a wonderful world And it's people like you Who make it that way By the things that they do. For a warm, ready smile, Or a kind, thoughtful deed, Or a hand outstretched In an hour of need Can change our

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When things go wrong,as they sometimes will, When the road your trudgingSeems all uphill, When the funds are lowAnd the debts are High , And you want to smile,but you have to sigh, When care is pressing you down a bit,Rest if you must, but don't you quit. Life is queer with it's twists an turns,As everyone of us must sometimes learn, And many a failure turns about,When he might have won had he

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This is pretty strange how it worked out this way. Even if you are not religious you should read this. Q. What is the shortest chapter in the Bible? A. Psalms 117 Q. What is the longest chapter in the Bible? A. Psalms 119 Q. Which chapter is the center of the Bible? A. Psalms 118 Facts:There are 594 Chapters before Psalms 118There are 594 Chapters after Psalms 118 Add this numbers up and you

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Last week I took my children to a restaurant.  My six-year-old son asked if he could say grace. As we bowed our heads he said,  "God is good. God is great.  Thank you for the food,  and I would even thank you more if  Mom gets us ice cream for dessert. And Liberty and justice for all! Amen!" Along with the laughter from the other customers nearby I heard a

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Today I learned that life is carefully or carelessly designed by us. We choose happiness, sadness, decisiveness, ambivalence, we also choose success, failure, courage, and fear. Just remember that every moment or situation provides a new choice, and it gives us a perfect opportunity to do things differently to produce more positive results. Be proactive is about taking responsibility for our life

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Here is a simple riddle.  Only 17% of Stanford University Seniors got the right answer when asked. What is greater than God,More evil than the Devil, The poor have it, The rich need it, If you eat it, you will die? By the way, Jacob (age 7) got the correct answer. No pressure though! Think about it (dont cheat) and then scroll down for the answer. ↓??? ↓??? ↓??? ↓??? ↓??? ↓??? ↓???

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I ran into a stranger as he passed by. "Oh, excuse me please" was my reply. He said, "Please, excuse me too, Wasn't even watching for you." We were very polite, this stranger and I. We went on our way and we said good-bye. But at home a different story is told, How we treat our loved ones, young and old. Later that day, cooking the evening meal, My daughter stood beside me very still.

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I would have talked less and listened more. I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded. I would have eaten the popcorn in the "good" living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace. I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather rambling about his youth. I would never

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Cancer is so limited It cannot cripple love, It cannot shatter hope, It cannot corrode faith, It cannot eat away peace, It cannot destroy confidence, It cannot kill friendship, It cannot shut out memories, It cannot silence courage, It cannot invade the soul, It cannot reduce eternal life, It cannot quench the Spirit, It cannot lessen the power of the resurrection.

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There is a powerful story told of Leonardo Da Vinci.  One day in his studio he started work on a large canvas. He laboured on it, choosing the subject carefully, arranging the perspective, sketching the outline, applying the colours and developing the background. Then, for some unknown reason, he stopped with the painting still unfinished. He called one of his students and asked him to

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This is a short and old story about restraining your bad temper, and it teach us the importance of treating people with respect.There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as

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It sometimes helps to see things from another perspective. Lord, thank thee for this sink of dirty dishes...We have plenty of food to eat. Thank thee for this pile of dirty, stinky laundry... We have plenty of nice clothes to wear. And I would like to thank thee, Lord, for those unmade beds in there... They were so warm and so comfortable last night... I know that many have no bed. My thanks

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Not in unbelief -- Voltaire was an infidel of the most pronounced type. He wrote: "I wish I had never been born." Not in pleasure -- Lord Byron lived a life of pleasure, if anyone did. He wrote: "The worm, the canker and the grief are mine alone." Not in money -- Jay Gould, the American millionaire, had plenty of that. When dying, he said: "I suppose I am the most miserable man on earth." Not in&

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"When peace like a river attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea billows roll;Whatever my lot Thou hast taught me to say, "It is well, it is well with my soul!" Horatio G. Spafford was born on October 20, 1828, in North Troy, New York. He grew up to be an attorney, a businessman, and a Christian supporter of D.L. Moody. Moody was an evangelist who founded the Northfield Mount Hermon

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A young boy had just gotten his driving permit. He asked his father, who was a Pastor, if they could discuss the use of the car. His father took him to his study and said to him, "I'll make a deal with you. You bring your grades up, study your Bible a little and get your hair cut and we'll talk about it." After about a month the boy came back and again asked his father if they could discuss use

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It's a tough, but heartwarming story...with a picture of John Gebhardt in Iraq John Gebhardt's wife, Mindy, said that this little girl's entire family was executed. The insurgents intended to execute the little girl also, and shot her in the head...but they failed to kill her. She was cared for in John's hospital and is healing up, but continues to cry and moan. The nurses said John is the only

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One day, a one dollar bill and a hundred dollar bill got folded together and began talking about their life experiences. The hundred dollar bill began to brag: "I've had a great life," he said. "I've been to all the big hotels, Donald Trump himself used me at his casino, I've been in the wallets of Fortune 500 board members, I've flown from one end of the country to the other! I've even been in

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Some years ago, I read a story from England. It happened around Christmas. There was a man, and he was a good man. He was not drinking really, but he’d been out around Christmas to visit his neighbors and colleagues, just to have a little fellowship.They were exchanging presents and everyone would say, “John, have just a little drink.” And so, a little

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Once upon a time, there was a rich merchant who had 4 wives.  He loved the 4th wife the most and adorned her with rich robes and treated her to delicacies.  He took great care of her and gave her nothing but the best.He also loved the 3rd wife very much.  He's very proud of her and always wanted to show off her to his friends.  However, the merchant is always in great fear

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A young man had been to Wednesday night Bible Study. The pastor had shared about listening to God and obeying the Lord's voice. The young man couldn't help but wonder, "Does God still speak to people?"After service he went out with some friends for coffee and pie and they discussed the message. Several different ones talked about how God had led them in different ways. It was about ten

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In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less,  a 10 year old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table.  A waitress put a glass of water in front of him. "How much is an ice cream sundae?" "Fifty cents," replied the waitress. The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied a number of coins in it. "How much is a dish of plain ice cream?" he inquired. Some

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If I survey all the good things that come to me from above If I count all the blessings from the storehouse of love I'd simply ask for the favor of him beyond mortal king And I'm sure he would grant it again I want to stroll over Heaven with you some glad day When all our troubles and heartaches are vanished away Then we'll enjoy the beauty where all things are new I want to stroll over Heaven

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