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posted on 01/06/2014&nbs-08:00;@&nbs-08:00;12:01&nbs-08:00;pm

Stolen from Silver Surfer - Turtlemania
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Silver Surfer had placed this on the site of "Irish Sweetheart RLGF 2 DeadliestCatch" as a comment. It rattled me to the foundations of my being: Here is the copied item, without a single edit, outside of font size and shape.

There was a group of women in a Bible Study on the book of Malachi. As they were studying chapter three, they came across verse three, which says:"He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver."This verse puzzled the women and they wondered what this statement meant about the character and nature of God. One of the women offered to find out the process of refining silver and get back to the group at their next Bible Study. That week, this woman called up a silversmith and made an appointment to watch him at work.She didn't mention anything about the reason for her interest beyond her curiosity about the process of refining silver. As she watched the silversmith, he held a piece of silver over the fire and let it heat up. He explained that in refining silver, one needed to hold the silver in the middle of the fire where the flames were hottest as to burn away all the impurities.The woman thought about God holding us in such a hot spot then she thought again about the verse, that"He sits as a refiner and purifier of silver." She asked the silversmith if it was true that he had to sit there in front of the fire the whole time the silver was being refined. The man answered that yes, he not only had to sit there holding the silver, but he had to keep his eyes on the silver the entire time it was in the fire. If the silver was left a moment too long in the flames, it would be destroyed.The woman was silent for a moment. Then she asked the silversmith, how do you know when the silver is fully refined? He smiled at her and answered,"Oh, that's easy - when I see my image in it."If today you are feeling the heat of the fire, remember that God has His eye on you and will keep watching you until He sees His image in you.Have A Great DayHugsssssssDon

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posted on 03/30/2013&nbs-07:00;@&nbs-07:00;08:03&nbs-07:00;am

Woman and a Fork---FROM: Nyne on 4/30/2009
http://fubar.com/woman-and-a-fork-from-nyne-on-4-30-2009/b16446-1195422

posted on 04/30/2009 @ 07:04 am

Woman and a Fork

http://fubar.com/the-man-rules/b282468-1016706

Woman and a Fork
  There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness  and had been given three months to live.
So as she was getting her things 'in order,' she contacted her Pastor and  had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes.

She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in.
Everything was in order and the Pastor was preparing to leave when the young woman suddenly remembered something very important to her.

'There's one more thing,' she said excitedly.
'What's that?' came the Pastor's reply.
'This is very important,' the young woman continued.  'I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand.'
The Pastor stood looking at the young woman, not knowing quite what to say.
'That surprises you, doesn't it? ' the young woman asked.
'Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request,' said the Pastor.
The young woman explained.
'My grandmother once told me this story,  and from that time on I have always tried to pass along its message to those I love  and those who are in need of encouragement.
In all my years of attending socials and dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, 'Keep your fork.'
It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming... like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and with substance!'

So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and  I want them to wonder 'What's with the fork?'
Then I want you to tell them: 'Keep your fork ..the best is yet to come.'

The Pastor's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young woman good-bye.
He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death.
But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did.
She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like than many people twice her age,  with twice as much experience and knowledge.
She KNEW that something better was coming.

At the funeral people were walking by the young woman's casket and they saw the cloak she was wearing and the fork placed in her right hand.
Over and over, the Pastor heard the question, 'What's with the fork?'
And over and over he smiled.

During his message, the Pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the young woman shortly before she died .
He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her.
He told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and  told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either.

He was right.
So the next time you reach down for your fork let it remind you, ever so gently, that the best is yet to come.
Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed.
They make you smile and encourage you to succeed.
Cherish the time you have, and the memories you share.
Being friends with someone is not an opportunity but a sweet responsibility.
Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND

And keep your fork

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posted on 07/10/2011&nbs-07:00;@&nbs-07:00;10:07&nbs-07:00;am

Gallipoli By John McCloy
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John McCloy

GALLIPOLI

It’s one am, nineteen-fifteen
The soldiers are given a meal
Hot soup, hot stew and a nice cup of tea
Some warm comfort before their ordeal.
Their spirits are high on this twenty-fifth day
Of April at Gallipoli.
The landing ahead should be fine it was thought
Oh God, If only they’d seen.

They loaded the boats, the launches were filled,
All landing craft crammed to the brim
The first wave of men, fifteen hundred in all,
Through the cold and the mist sailed right in
To the beach that today we call Anzac Cove
To answer the call of their country,
Never knowing how many would die on that beach
The sands full of the dead and so bloody.

Up high on the cliffs the Turks were all waiting
Their guns trained on the enemy soldiers.
As each craft hit the beach, machine guns were fired
Bringing hundreds of young lives to a closure.
But as men fell down dead, other boats they arrived
Disgorging their unwitting cargo
And they tried to succeed, the close cliffs to attain,
No stopping, the dead given no sorrow.

For eight long, dark months the Aussies fought with their mates
From New Zealand and Britain and France
To climb those steep cliffs and capture Constantinople
But the Turks would not allow them that chance
By the end of the year eight thousand Australians
Lay dead on Gallipoli’s shores,
And today we reflect on those men and their deeds
And the thousands who fought in all wars.

Legends were made and heroes created
We know hundred of stories from then
Of how young brave Aussie soldiers fought for their lives
And the freedoms we cherish and when,
The nick name of diggers was conferred on the boys
For the trenches from which they all fought
And mateship was born that continues today
And we learn of the lessons they taught.

Gallipoli taught us to have pride in our nation
To defend all of our freedoms, our mates
Our families, our children, our lives and our homes
Though sometimes the sacrifices are great.
Those soldiers who went were an unselfish mob
And they died or they lived with great glory
And we should never forget or not understand what they did
The amazing Gallipoli story.

Over the years there have been many conflicts
The Korean and Vietnam wars
The Second World War was billed as a classic
We would not see anything like it once more.
But in year twenty eleven our soldiers are there
In Afghanistan deserts they fight
Trying to bring about peace in a terrorised world
And destroying the terrorists might.

And so come Anzac Day, we must hold our heads high
And remember our soldiers through time
They didn’t do it for glory, they did it for love
The love of the country which they left far behind
Many have died, they still die today
As a result of the conflicts they’ve known
So let us all stand and search inside our hearts
And let them know they are never alone.

So please join with me and remember them all
The men and women who have given a great deal
Their time and their love and so often their lives
The sacrifices for you and for me
And as the sun goes to rest and in the morning we rise
Forever we’ll be in their debt
Anzac Day is the day we remember them all
And should never allow ourselves to forget.

©Copyright March 11, 2011 by John McCloy

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posted on 06/07/2011&nbs-07:00;@&nbs-07:00;10:06&nbs-07:00;pm

Stolen from "Im your everything KGB"
http://fubar.com/stolen-from-im-your-everything-kgb/b16446-1152350

LET THEM GO! BY BISHOP T.D. JAKES....

There are people who can walk away from you. And hear me when I tell you this!

When people can walk away from you: let them walk.

I don't want you to try to talk another person into staying with you, loving you, calling you, caring about you, coming to see you, staying attached to you. I mean hang up the phone. When people can walk away from you let them walk. Your destiny is never tied to anybody that left.

The Bible said that, they came out from us that it might be made manifest that they were not for us. For had they been of us, no doubt they would have continued with us. [1 John 2:19]

People leave you because they are not joined to you. And if they are not joined to you, you can't make them stay.

Let them go.

And it doesn't mean that they are a bad person it just means that their part in the story is over. And you've got to know when people's part in your story is over so that you don't keep trying to raise the dead.

You've got to know when it's dead.

You've got to know when it's over. Let me tell you something. I've got the gift of good-bye. It's the tenth spiritual gift, I believe in good-bye. It's not that I'm hateful, it's that I'm faithful, and I know whatever God means for me to have He'll give it to me. And if it takes too much sweat I don't need it. Stop begging people to stay.

Let them go!!

If you are holding on to something that doesn't belong to you and was never intended for your life, then you need to . . . . . . . .

LET IT GO!!!

If you are holding on to past hurts and pains . . . . . . . . .

LET IT GO!!!

If someone can't treat you right, love you back, and see your worth . . . . . . . .

LET IT GO!!!

If someone has angered you . . . . . . . .

LET IT GO!!!

If you are holding on to some thoughts of evil and revenge . . . . . . . .

LET IT GO!!!

If you are involved in a wrong relationship or addiction . . . . . . . .

LET IT GO!!!

If you are holding on to a job that no longer meets your needs or talents . . . . . . . . .

LET IT GO!!!

If you have a bad attitude . . . . . . . .

LET IT GO!!!

If you keep judging others to make yourself feel better . . . . . . . .

LET IT GO!!!

If you're stuck in the past and God is trying to take you to a new level in Him . . . . . . . .

LET IT GO!!!

If you are struggling with the healing of a broken relationship . . . . . . . .

LET IT GO!!!

If you keep trying to help someone who won't even try to help themselves . . . . . . . .

LET IT GO!!!

If you're feeling depressed and stressed . . . . . . . .

LET IT GO!!!

If there is a particular situation that you are so used to handling yourself and God is saying "take your hands off of it," then you need to . . . . . . . .

LET IT GO!!!

Let the past be the past Forget the former things. GOD is doing a new thing for 2011!!!

LET IT GO!!!

Get Right or Get Left. think about it, and then . . . . . . . .

LET IT GO!!!

"The Battle is the Lord's!"

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posted on 05/15/2008&nbs-07:00;@&nbs-07:00;07:05&nbs-07:00;pm

WHY
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This explains why I forward jokes. It may be a repeat but it has such a nice message..worth reading.. A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them. After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side. When he was close enough, he called out, 'Excuse me, where are we?' 'This is Heaven, sir,' the man answered. 'Wow! Would you happen to have some water?' the man asked. 'Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up' The man gestured, and the gate began to open. 'Can my friend,' gesturing toward his dog, 'come in, too?' the traveler asked. 'I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets.' The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog. After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book. 'Excuse me!' he called to the man. 'Do you have any water?' 'Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in.' 'How about my friend here?' the traveler gestured to the dog. 'There should be a bowl by the pump.' They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree. 'What do you call this place?' the traveler asked. 'This is Heaven,' he answered. 'Well, that's confusing,' the traveler said. 'The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.' 'Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell.' 'Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?' 'No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind.' Soooo. Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes to us without writing a word. Maybe this will explain. When you are very busy, but still want to keep in touch, guess what you do? You forward jokes. When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep contact, you forward jokes. When you have something to say, but don't know what, and don't know how, you forward jokes. Also to let you know that you are still remembered, you are still important, you are still loved, you are still cared for, guess what you get? A forwarded joke. So, next time if you get a joke, don't think that you've been sent just another forwarded joke, but that you've been thought of today and your friend on the other end of your computer wanted to send you a smile. ________________

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posted on 04/18/2008&nbs-07:00;@&nbs-07:00;04:04&nbs-07:00;am

Lithuanian poet
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Brought to me by "Girlish K" April 18,2008 * * * To live is to long for eternity, to plant a tree to pave the way to another world which is in us to drink up love to the last drop so to halt the fleeting moment to bear a child under your heart so to prolong your longing up on a sky-high silvery lily to climb to a star and there in the infinite to leave your footprints as a sign that we're bigger than ants. Translated by Lionginas Pazusis Written by Janina Degutyte (lithuanian) ------- Just wanted to share this poem with you today Hugs, K

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posted on 03/26/2008&nbs-07:00;@&nbs-07:00;03:03&nbs-07:00;am

Baby Visits Doctor (from Tumsfun) :-)
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I could barely stop laughing long enough to copy this! Baby's First Doctor Visit A woman and a baby were in the doctor's examining room, Waiting for the doctor to come in for the baby's first exam. The doctor arrived, and examined the baby, Checked his weight, and being a little concerned, Asked if the baby was breast-fed or bottle-fed. 'Breast-fed,' she replied. 'Well, strip down to your waist,' the doctor ordered. She did. He pinched her nipples, pressed, kneaded, and Rubbed both breasts for a while in a very professional And detailed examination. Motioning to her to get dressed, the doctor said, 'No wonder this baby is underweight. You don't have any milk.' I know,' she said, 'I'm his Grandma, But I'm glad I came.'

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posted on 02/02/2008&nbs-08:00;@&nbs-08:00;01:02&nbs-08:00;am

A special for "girl to girl"
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Time passes. Life happens. Distance separates. Children grow up. Jobs come and go. Love waxes and wanes. Men don't do what they're supposed to do. Hearts break. Parents die. Colleagues forget favors. Careers end. BUT......... Sisters are there, no matter how much time and how many miles are between you. A girl friend is never farther away than needing her can reach. When you have to walk that lonesome valley and you have to walk it by yourself, the women in your life will be on the valley's rim, cheering you on, praying for you, pulling for you, intervening on your behalf, and waiting with open arms at the valley's end. Sometimes, they will even break the rules and walk beside you...Or come in and carry you out. Girlfriends, daughters, granddaughters, daughters-in-law, sisters, sisters-in-law, Mothers, Grandmothers, aunties, nieces, cousins, and extended family, all bless our life! The world wouldn't be the same without women, and neither would I. When we began this adventure called womanhood, we had no idea of the incredible joys or sorrows that lay ahead. Nor did we know how much we would need each other. Every day, we need each other still. Pass this on to all the women who help make your life meaningful. I just did. Short and very sweet: There are more than twenty angels in this world. Ten are peacefully sleeping on clouds. Nine are playing. And one is reading her email at this moment.

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posted on 12/01/2007&nbs-08:00;@&nbs-08:00;05:12&nbs-08:00;am

A poet of Romania (From Iris)
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I bring you this, intact, as Iris published it in her "About Me" section. (English translation follows the Romanian) YOU MEN, TAKE A MINUTE AND READ THESE LYRICS! IT IS A POEM COMPOSED BY THE ROMANIAN NATIONAL POET, EMINESCU IN 1879! DO YOU THINK YOU COULD EVER SEE AN WOMAN LIKE THIS?ANSWER THIS HONESTLY TO YOURSELVES! ATAT DE FRAGEDA... (ROMANIAN) Abia atingi covorul moale, Matasa suna sub picior Si de la crestet pâna-n poale Plutesti ca visul de usor. Din încretirea lungii rochii Rasai ca marmura în loc S-atârna sufletu-mi de ochii Cei plini de lacrimi si noroc. O, vis ferice de iubire, Mireasa blânda din povesti, Nu mai zâmbi! A ta zâmbire Mi-arata cât de dulce esti, Cât poti cu-a farmecului noapte Sa-ntuneci ochii mei pe veci, Cu-a gurii tale calde soapte, Cu-mbratisari de brate reci. Deodata trece-o cugetare, Un val pe ochii tai fierbinti: E-ntunecoasa renuntare, E umbra dulcilor dorinti. Te duci, s-am înteles prea bine Sa nu ma tin de pasul tau, Pierduta vecinic pentru mine, Mireasa sufletului meu! Ca te-am zarit e a mea vina Si vecinic n-o sa mi-o mai iert, Spasi-voi visul de lumina Tinzându-mi dreapta în desert. S-o sa-mi rasai ca o icoana A pururi verginei Marii, Pe fruntea ta purtând coroana Unde te duci? Când o sa vii? SO FRAGILE (ENGLISH) Thou scarcely touchest the soft carpet, The silk on thee doth rustling stream, From top to toe so light and lofty, Thou floatest like an airy dream. From draping folds like purest marble Thine image unto me appears, My whole soul on thine eyes is hanging, Those eyes so full of joy and tears. O happy dream of love, so happy, Thou bride of fairy tales, so mild, No, do not smile! Thy smille doth show me How sweet thou art, thou gentle child. My poor eyes thou canst close for ever With deepest night's eternal charms, With thy sweet lips' sweet fondling, whispers, Embracing me with thy cool arms. A veiling thought at once now passes Thy glowing eyes thus covering: It is the dark renunciation, The sweetest yearning's shadowing. Thou go'st away and, well I know it, To follow thee must I no more, Thou art for me now lost for ever, My soul's dear bride, whom I adore. My only guilt was that I saw thee, Which I to pardon have no might, Mine arm I'll stretch for ever vainly To expiate my dream of light. Like holy Virgin's purest image In my fond eyes thou will rise now, The brightest crown on forehead bearing, Where dost thou go? When comest thou?

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posted on 12/01/2007&nbs-08:00;@&nbs-08:00;05:12&nbs-08:00;am

Friendship (perhaps)
http://fubar.com/friendship-perhaps/b16446-629202

Today, I was visiting "Girlish K", who was "Girlish Snowish" at the moment. Her friend Iris got my attention for a moment. Someone had sent her this parable. I have seen the parable before and love it. It should be shared for its magical and enduring understanding of love. TWO FRIENDS WERE WALKING THROUGH THE DESERT. DURING SOME POINT OF THE JOURNEY, THEY HAD AN ARGUMENT; AND ONE FRIEND SLAPPED THE OTHER ONE IN THE FACE. THE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPED WAS HURT, BUT WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING, WROTE IN THE SAND: TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE. THEY KEPT ON WALKING, UNTIL THEY FOUND AN OASIS, WHERE THEY DECIDED TO TAKE A BATH THE ONE WHO HAD BEEN SLAPPED GOT STUCK IN THE MIRE AND STARTED DROWNING, BUT THE FRIEND SAVED HIM. AFTER HE RECOVERED FROM THE NEAR DROWNING, HE WROTE ON A STONE: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE ". THE FRIEND WHO HAD SLAPPED AND SAVED HIS BEST FRIEND ASKED HIM, "AFTER I HURT YOU, YOU WROTE IN THE SAND AND NOW, YOU WRITE ON A STONE, WHY?" THE FRIEND REPLIED "WHEN SOMEONE HURTS US WE SHOULD WRITE IT DOWN IN SAND, WHERE WINDS OF FORGIVENESS CAN ERASE IT AWAY. BUT, WHEN SOMEONE DOES SOMETHING GOOD FOR US, WE MUST ENGRAVE IT IN STONE WHERE NO WIND CAN EVER ERASE IT." LEARN TO WRITE YOUR HURTS IN THE SAND AND TO CARVE YOUR BENEFITS IN STONE. THEY SAY IT TAKES A MINUTE TO FIND A SPECIAL PERSON, AN HOUR TO APPRECIATE THEM, A DAY TO LOVE THEM, BUT THEN AN ENTIRE LIFE TO FORGET THEM. SEND THIS TO THE PEOPLE YOU'LL NEVER FORGET. I JUST DID. IF YOU DON'T SEND IT TO ANYONE, IT MEANS YOU'RE IN A HURRY AND THAT YOU'VE FORGOTTEN YOUR FRIENDS. TAKE THE TIME TO LIVE! DO NOT VALUE THE THINGS YOU HAVE IN YOUR LIFE, BUT VALUE WHO YOU HAVE IN YOUR LIFE...

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