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The Music of the HeartIn every human heart there is always a special song.A melody that touches the soul, a melody that can do no wrong.Sometimes we hear a sad song when good friends part,Or simply for a broken tired heart.Sometimes we hear a happy song when a new baby is born.Or simply it is just for a beautiful morn.With any song there are many movements,But that divine melody never ever relents.One movement will be sad; the next movement will make us feel glad.Life is made up of many songs.Each song is special. Each song belongs.Each day is orchestrated to perfection by the divine.But there will always be one song that is uniquely mine.The music of the heart accompanies us throughout life.In happiness and in strife.But it will always be there to bring comfort and peace.With this melody comes the greatest release.Embrace that special song in your heart.That divine melody and you will never ever part.It will always be there when you need to hear it.Be still, be at peace and listen to it.Always give thanks for that special song from above.Listen to the music of the heart and fill the world with love.© Andrew PellHave A Great Day HugsssssssDon

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Butterflies by K.C. Fahel I crawl alone along the ground I creep along my way I look up and I see the sky I wish so hard that I can fly And soar above the day I'm shadowed by the swaying grass And leaves on plants and trees Between them all I see the sun I dream of all the wondrous fun Of flying on the breeze I'm thinking that I'm all alone When I discover here Some others who, all just like me Just wishing that they too were free To find compassion near They notice me, I notice them We soar up to the skies We glide on love's uplifting air Within the kindness that we all share We've become butterfliesHave A great DayHugsssssssDon

The Dew Drop Peter Hughes As the sun rose, a dew drop became aware of its surroundings. There it sat on a leaf, catching the sunlight and throwing it back out. Proud of its simple beauty, it was very content. Around it were other dew drops, some on the same leaf and some on other leaves round about. The dew drop was sure that it was the best, the most special dew drop of them all.Ah, it was good to be a dew drop.The wind rose and the plant began to shake, tipping the leaf. Terror gripped the dew drop as gravity pulled it towards the edge of the leaf, towards the unknown. Why? Why was this happening? Things were comfortable. Things were safe. Why did they have to change? Why? Why?The dew drop reached the edge of the leaf. It was terrified, certain that it would be smashed into a thousand pieces below, sure that this was the end. The day had only just begun and the end had come so quickly. It seemed so unfair. It seemed so meaningless. It tried desperately to do whatever it could to cling to the leaf, but it was no use.Finally, it let go, surrendering to the pull of gravity. Down, down it fell. Below there seemed to be a mirror. A reflection of itself seemed to be coming up to meet the dew drop. Closer and closer they came together until finally...And then the fear transformed into deep joy as the tiny dew drop merged with the vastness that was the pond. Now the dew drop was no more, but it was not destroyed.It had become one with the whole.Have a great DayHugssssssssssDon

Little Bird Written by ,Marsha C WohlhieterThere's a little bird that perches On my front porch near my door He sings to me a sweet songOf the days that came before.He brings to mind our childhoodAnd the games we used to playHow we thought we'd live foreverAnd that things would never change.He sings of friends and familyOf good times and of badHe sings of joy and sorrowAnd the triumphs that we've had.There's a little bird that perchesOn my front porch near my door He sings to me a sad songOf the days to be no moreHe sings to me of special timesWhen some we will not see.And the plans we made together That simply said were not to be.There's a little bird that perches On my front porch near my door.He sings to me memoriesMade so recent ...And then wait there is more!This little bird that perches On my front porch near my door He sings to me a promise of days that are yet to come. He sings to me of joyAnd the things I've left undoneHe reminds me I must keep goingUntil my work is done.He tells me not to worry That I do not walk aloneTo stop and smell the roses Each one a scent of it's own.He tells me to rememberThe details of each day.To share the stories and memoriesAs I go along the way.For when my time is finishedThese times that we've been throughWill serve to guide and comfortMaybe one or two.So little bird that perches On my front porch near my door.Sing to me your sweet songsAnd stay here evermore.Have A great DayHugsssssDon

A Woman's Beauty Read: 1 Peter 3: 3-5Contrary to what we get told by our culture and the media, the beauty of a woman is not in the outer appearance. We are forever bombarded with products that are supposed to make us more beautiful - as if we are not beautiful the way we are. Creams to either hide or eliminate wrinkles, hairstyles and dyes to colour our hair to hide the 'grey'. Make up that masks our real faces, and jewellery & clothing to make us more attractive.None of these really matter. They're not wrong in themselves, but our attitude behind it should not be in the need of these things to make us more attractive. If we are concerned with the way we look, and care more about grooming our outward, it may be that we are discontented with who we really are. God wants us to be concerned with the inside - the real us. This is where the real beauty is. Having a pretty face, a perfect figure and all the accessories that go along with it, means nothing in the light of eternity. It only reflects the culture we live in, and I think that culture needs to be challenged. After having my daughter (after 3 boys), I noticed the kinds of toys available to 'girls'. A lot have to do with 'Beauty' & 'Glamour'. I had to ask myself, what kind of message is this sending?I believe we need to get passed being overly concerned with our outward appearance, and concentrate more on what's inside. Allow the Holy Spirit to beautify the inside. For when we have God's beauty inside, it reflects on the outside - and then we won't need the creams and make-up to make ourselves beautiful. We will have the natural beauty of a Godly woman, and that beauty is eternal.By M.S.LowndesHave A Great NightHugsssssssDon

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