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i'm back.. hahahaha...

We got different burden everytime...no matter,who is he..,we are human,and must be got problems that we have face everyday<thats life >.When i read,my friend.. who gave comments in this blog..as a human being,i felt.."hmm,God..i'm..not alone.."and i thought "why we couldnt be a real friend..together we can do something to the other person,although just by words..we can lifted up their heart and together say,dont give up..And of course,with our God..Jesus,we can touch the frozen&broken heart"
God bless you all

Words often seem like little things
And yet they mean so much
Depending on the use of them
Can hurt or cheer one up

How often do you choose your words
With caution and great care
Or, do you speak them carelessly
Not thinking, unaware

Of how they cut and mutilate
The pain goes deep within
Because we see the use of words
As dust blown in the wind

Scattered here and scattered there
To hurt the one who may
Without a thought, so innocently
Happen in the way

Now this is not intentional
Oh, No! we wouldn’t dare
To be so thoughtless to our friends
That would be quite unfair

Remember words are precious
A Treasure to employ
For spreading among those we greet,
much happiness and joy:angel:

Because God loves me He is slow to lose patience with me.
Because God loves me He takes the circumstances of my life and uses them in a constructive way for my growth.
Because God loves me He has no need to impress me with how great and powerful He is because He is God, nor does He be little me as His child in order to show me how important He is.
Because God loves me He is for me. He wants to see me mature and develop in His love.
Because God loves me He does not send down His wrath on every little mistake I make, of which there are many.
Because God loves me, He does not keep score of all my sins and then beat me over the head with them whenever He gets the chance.
Because God loves me He is deeply grieved when I do not walk in the ways that please Him because He sees this as evidence that I don’t trust Him and love Him as I should.
Because God loves me He rejoices when I experience His power and strength and stand up under the pressures of life for His Name’s sake.
Because God loves me He keeps on working patiently with me even when I feel like giving up and can’t see why He doesn’t give up with me, too.
Because God loves me He keeps on trusting me when at times I don’t even trust myself.
Because God loves me He never says there is no hope for me; rather, He patiently works with me, loves me and disciplines me in such a way that it is hard for me to understand the depth of His concern for me.
Because God loves me He never forsakes me even though many of my friends might. Because God loves me He stands with me when I have reached the rock bottom of despair, when I see the real me and compare that with His beauty and love. It is at a moment like this that I can really believe that God loves me.

Yes, the greatest of all gifts is God’s perfect love!

Dear Jesus, bless the mothers who sat up again last night, soothing their crying, colicky babies.
Bless the mothers who read the same favorite bedtime story night after night, even though they could recite it in their sleep.
Bless the mothers who keep a treasured collection of their children’s artwork, from the first scribble to the latest masterpiece.
Bless the mothers who help support their families even when it means going to work with spit-up on their blouses, diapers in their purses, and teething rings on their key chains.
Bless the mothers who cheer the child who scored the winning goal, and bless the mothers who cheer on the child who has never scored a goal.
Bless the mothers who care for their sick children, treasuring the extra time together rather than begrudging the extra work.
Bless the mothers who daily teach their children the ways of love, peace, forgiveness, tolerance, and humility by their example.
Bless the mothers who teach their children to fold their hands in prayer, even before they can say a word.
Bless the mothers who acknowledge their mistakes and ask You to make up for their lacks.
Bless the mothers who never tire of praying for their children.
Bless the mothers who aren’t a picture of perfection but a personification of love.
Thank You, Lord, for mothers—old pro, rookie, or soon-to-be, single or married, rich or poor, mothers of their own children or mothers to the motherless—because without them we would not know that most beautiful thing, a mother’s love..