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There was a couple who used to go to England to shop in the beautiful stores. They both liked antiques and pottery and especially teacups. This was their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. One day in this beautiful shop they saw a beautiful cup. They said, "May we see that? We've never seen one quite so beautiful." As the lady handed it to them, suddenly the cup spoke. "You don't understand," it said. "I haven't always been a teacup. There was a time when I was red and I was clay. My master took me and rolled me and patted me over and over and I yelled out, 'let me alone,' but he only smiled, 'Not yet.' "Then I was placed on a spinning wheel," the cup said, "and suddenly I was spun around and around and around. Stop it! I'm getting dizzy! I screamed. But the master only nodded and said, 'Not yet.' "Then he put me in the oven. I never felt such heat!" the teacup said. "I wondered why he wante

I’m going all in, in over my head I’m not scared to get drenched in Your love Wherever You go, God I will follow I’m not scared to get lost in Your love

The more that I enter in, You consume all I am I lose myself in the One who's holy As we come face to face, You take my breath away All I can do is cry holy, holy

If you never take a chance You may never get to dance. Life is full of ups and downs Bringing smiles and some tears. But if you always play it safe You may find out too late That life is meant to be Lived each day happily. You don't want to wonder "what if" An opportunity you did miss So take a chance In order to advance And you will find You will not be left behind. Playing it safe does not always pay You may regret it when you're gray! Poet: Catherine Pulsifer

  It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat. by Theodore Roosevelt

  If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn l

Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.” Surely He will save you from the fowler’s snare and from the deadly pestilence. He will cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you will find refuge; His faithfulness will be your shield and rampart. You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day, nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at midday. A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you. You will only observe with your eyes and see the punishment of the wicked. If you say, “The Lord is my refuge,” and you make the Most High your dwelling, no harm will overtake you, no disaster will come near your tent. For He will command His angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strik

You were not made for failure but success; Not born for sorrow but for happiness. Keep this in mind through all life's storms and stress. Hold up your head. You were not born a slave but free as air, In all the beauty of the world you share, Now banish fear and brush away dull care. Hold up your head. The heroes of the world are true kin. You, too, have greatness buried deep within. Give it a chance; no fight too hard to win. Hold up your head. Remember this great world has need of you, Has need of all the work that you can do; And of your visions and your ideals too. Hold up your head. Hark to the drums of life! They throb and roll; Inspire with courage the responsive soul. March on, you're bound to reach your goal. Hold up your head. Poet:  Wilhelmina Stitch

  The man was good. He was kind. He was jolly. He's not wealthy, but he's satisfied. Hopeful. Composed. Inspired. He was once glorious and graceful, but those attributes just vanished as if a coin fell in the middle of a river. It was covered with water, clouded with sand, sunken deep. He's not born stained, this world made him one. This world of doubt, hatred, mischief, self-centeredness, greed, envy, violence, and never ending disease. This dark unfair world. This world where the bad rejoices, the good suffers. He used to be happy, but not anymore. He used to be motivated, but he's sluggish now. He used to be smart, but now he's confused. He used to inspire people, now  he don't care at all. He used to believe, to hope, to love. He used to do all these things - but everything has changed. A normal happy life is what he longs for, but it seems that sorrow and pain are the norm of this generation. Tired and all out of faith, cold, broken - these are just underst

  This song was written by Irwin Levine and Larry Brown (credited as L. Russell Brown), who wrote the previous #1 hit for the group, " Knock Three Times ." The song is based on a story called "Going Home" that Levine read in the January 1972 edition of the magazine  Reader's Digest . The story was  originally published  in the  New York Post  on October 14, 1971, appearing in a column called "The Eight Million" written by Pete Hamill. In the story, six kids riding a bus from New York to Fort Lauderdale strike up a conversation with a man named Vingo, who tells them he was just released from prison after four years in jail. He told his wife, Martha, that she could start a new life without him, and for the last three-and-a-half years of his incarceration, he didn't hear from her. In his last letter to her, he gave her instructions. The story reads: We used to live in this town, Brunswick, just before Jacksonville, and there's a big oak tree just

You will always be my greatest adventure. I love you when you are happy, but I love you even more when you are sad. I love you on your joys, but I will love you even more on your struggles because I know life gets difficult for everybody. You still deserve to be loved no matter how ugly the situations are. You deserve all the love in the world, no matter how little you think of yourself. I will always think highly of you, because I know what you can bring into this world. I know what you can do, and I believe that you can do a hundred-fold more. I love you even if and when it hurts, because I know that’s when I’d have to love you more. That’s when I’d have to understand you the most. I will love you during the brightest days, and the darkest nights. I love you when you are whole and full, but I will love you even more when you think you’re broken or half empty. I will love you even more – even when you think you don’t deserve it. You do not need to ask why I’m always around. You do not