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		<title>A Child&#8217;s Angel</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Apr 2009 15:17:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The child asked God, "They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow,
but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?"
God assured the child,"Your angel will be waiting for you and will take care of you."]]></description>
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</script></div></div><div style="width:100%;min-width:100%;"><p>The child asked God, &#8220;They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow,<br />
but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?&#8221;<br />
God assured the child,&#8221;Your angel will be waiting for you and will take care of you.&#8221;</p>
<p>The child further inquired, &#8220;But tell me, here in heaven I don&#8217;t have to<br />
do anything but sing and smile to be happy.&#8221;<br />
God said, &#8220;Your angel will sing for you and will also<br />
smile for you.  And you will feel your angel&#8217;s love and be very  happy.&#8221;</p>
<p>Again the child asked, &#8220;And how am I going to be able to  understand when<br />
people talk to me if I don&#8217;t know the language?&#8221;<br />
God said, &#8220;Your angel will tell you the most beautiful<br />
and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much<br />
patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?&#8221;<br />
God said, &#8220;Your angel will place your hands together<br />
and will teach you how to pray.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Who will protect me?&#8221;<br />
God said, &#8220;Your angel will defend you even if it means risking it&#8217;s life.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore.&#8221;<br />
God said, &#8220;Your angel will always talk to you about me and will teach you the way to come back to me, even though I will always be next to you.&#8221;</p>
<p>At that moment there was much peace in heaven, but voices from Earth<br />
could be heard and the child hurriedly asked,  &#8220;God,<br />
if I am to leave now, please tell me my angel&#8217;s name.&#8221;</p>
<p>You will simply call her &#8220;Mom.&#8221;</p>
<p>Lift a mother&#8217;s spirit, send this to every mother you know.</p>
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		<title>They are amazing</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Mar 2009 15:15:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[By the time the Lord made women, he was into
his sixth day of working overtime. An Angel
appeared and said, "Why are you spending so
much time on this one?".]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>By the time the Lord made women, he was into<br />
his sixth day of working overtime. An Angel<br />
appeared and said, &#8220;Why are you spending so<br />
much time on this one?&#8221;.</p>
<p>And the Lord answered and said, &#8220;Have you seen<br />
the spec sheet on her?   She has to be completely<br />
washable, but not plastic, have 200 movable<br />
parts, all replaceable, run on black coffee and<br />
leftovers, have a lap that can hold three children<br />
at one time , have a kiss that can cure anything<br />
from a scraped knee to a broken heart, and have<br />
six pairs of hands.&#8221;</p>
<p>The Angel was astounded at the requirements<br />
for this one. &#8220;Six pairs of hands! No Way!&#8221;, &#8220;And<br />
that&#8217;s just on the standard model?&#8221; the Angel<br />
asked.</p>
<p>The Angel tried to stop the Lord. &#8220;This is too<br />
much work for one day.  Wait until tomorrow<br />
to finish.&#8221;</p>
<p>But I can&#8217;t!&#8221;, the Lord protested, &#8220;I am so close<br />
to finishing this creation that is so close to my<br />
own heart. She already heals herself when<br />
she is sick AND can work 18 hr days.</p>
<p>The Angel moved closer and touched the woman,<br />
&#8220;but you have made her so soft, Lord.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;She is soft&#8221;, the Lord greed, &#8220;but I have also made<br />
Her tough.  You have no idea what she can endure<br />
or accomplish.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Will she be able to think?&#8221;, asked the Angel.</p>
<p>The Lord replied, &#8220;Not only will she be able to think,<br />
she will be able to reason, and negotiate.&#8221;</p>
<p>The Angel then noticed something and reached out<br />
and touched the woman&#8217;s cheek.</p>
<p>&#8220;Oops, it looks like you have a leak with this model.<br />
I told you that you were trying to put too much into<br />
this one.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;That&#8217;s not a leak,&#8221; the Lord objected, &#8220;that&#8217;s a<br />
tear!&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;What&#8217;s the tear for?&#8221; the Angel asked.</p>
<p>The Lord said, &#8220;The tear is her way of expressing<br />
her joy, her sorrow, her pain, her disappointment,<br />
her loneliness, her grief, and her pride.&#8221;</p>
<p>The Angel was impressed. &#8220;You are a genius, Lord.<br />
You thought of everything, for women are truly<br />
amazing.&#8221;</p>
<p>Women have strengths that amaze men.<br />
They carry hardships, they carry burdens<br />
but they hold happiness,love and joy.</p>
<p>They smile when they want to scream.<br />
They sing when they want to cry.<br />
They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are  nervous.<br />
They fight for what they believe in.<br />
They stand up for injustice.<br />
They don&#8217;t take  &#8221;no&#8221; for an answer when<br />
they believe there is a better solution.</p>
<p>They go without so their family can have.<br />
They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.<br />
They love unconditionally.<br />
They cry when their children excel and cheer when their<br />
friends get awards.<br />
They are happy when they hear about a birth or a new marriage.<br />
Their hearts break when a friend dies.<br />
They have sorrow at the loss of a family member, yet<br />
They are strong when they think there is no strength   left.<br />
They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart.</p>
<p>Women come in all sizes, in all colors and shapes.<br />
They&#8217;ll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show<br />
how much they care about you.</p>
<p>The heart of a woman is what makes the world spin!<br />
They bring joy and  hope. They give compassion and<br />
ideals.</p>
<p>They give moral support to their family and friends.<br />
Women have allot to say and a lot to give.</p>
<p>Pass this along to your women friends to remind<br />
them how amazing they are&#8230;</p>
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		<title>A Cup of Coffee</title>
		<link>http://www.skrobola.com/2009/02/a-cup-of-coffee/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Feb 2009 15:13:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[You will never look at a cup of coffee the same way again.

A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things
were so hard for her.  She did not know how she was going to make it and
wanted to give up.  She was tired of fighting and struggling.  It seemed as
one problem was solved a new one arose. ...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You will never look at a cup of coffee the same way again.</p>
<p>A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things<br />
were so hard for her.  She did not know how she was going to make it and<br />
wanted to give up.  She was tired of fighting and struggling.  It seemed as<br />
one problem was solved a new one arose.</p>
<p>Her mother took her to the kitchen.  She filled three pots with water.</p>
<p>In the first, she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs and the<br />
last she placed ground coffee beans.  She let them sit and boil without<br />
saying a word.  In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners.</p>
<p>She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the<br />
eggs out and placed them in a bowl.  Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a mug.</p>
<p>Turning to her daughter, she asked, &#8220;Tell me, what do you see?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Carrots, eggs, and coffee,&#8221; the daughter replied.</p>
<p>She brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots.  She did and<br />
noted that they were soft.  She then asked her to take an egg and break<br />
it.  After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled<br />
egg.  Finally, she asked her to sip the coffee.  The daughter smiled as she<br />
tasted its rich aroma.</p>
<p>The daughter then asked, &#8220;What&#8217;s the point, mother?&#8221;</p>
<p>Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same<br />
adversity-boiling water-but each reacted differently. The carrot went in<br />
strong, hard and unrelenting.  However after being subjected to the boiling<br />
water, it softened and became weak.  The egg had been fragile.  Its thin<br />
outer shell had protected its liquid interior.  But, after sitting through<br />
the boiling water, its inside became hardened.  The ground coffee beans<br />
were unique, however.  After they were in the boiling water they had<br />
changed the water.</p>
<p>&#8220;Which are you?&#8221; she asked her daughter.  &#8221;When adversity knocks on your<br />
door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?&#8221;</p>
<p>Think of this: Which am I?</p>
<p>Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity, do I wilt<br />
and become soft and lose my strength?</p>
<p>Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the<br />
heat?  Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial<br />
hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my<br />
shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff<br />
spirit and a hardened heart?</p>
<p>Or am I like the coffee bean?  The bean actually changes the hot water, the<br />
very circumstance that brings the pain.  When the water gets hot, it<br />
releases the fragrance and flavor.  If you are like the bean, when things<br />
are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you.</p>
<p>When the hours are the darkest and trials are their greatest do you elevate<br />
to another level?</p>
<p>How do you handle Adversity?</p>
<p>ARE YOU A CARROT, AN EGG, OR A COFFEE BEAN?</p>
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