that's why it takes effort to keep the passion alive, takes effort to make the relationship work out at times of diversity.
I guess that's the answer im looking for bah.
Love is a reciprocal of love.
For God have love us first and allow us to choose to love Him so.
“Love is not blind -- it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see less.”
Rabbi J. Gordon
I believe so. Love - is not blind. Jesus definitely sees more.
The person we love.
The flaws that show out. They appear more clearly. It irritates us.
The person we love. The suffers they went thru. We felt the pain with them. So strong. It hurts us.
Because it sees more, it is willing to see less. Less of their flaws. More of their life.
It's Not the End, It's the Journey: A Tribute to My Dad
Written by Mark Schannon
Published April 21, 2006
Recently, Chantal Stone wrote A Few Thoughts On Life And Death Thereafter, although I actually found it on her blog, The World Inside My Head.
It got me thinking about the most traumatic experience I've ever had with death, my father's. It took us over 30 years to develop the relationship we both wanted, but even two stubborn mules will finally pull in the same direction, and for the last 20 years of his life, I came to love, respect, and admire him. I also understood how much of what's good in me was his gift.
I'm a hard-core agnostic, but dad was a fanatic atheist. He was also brilliant, a self-educated man who had had to drop out of high school when his father died during the Depression. Reason was his God, and since there is no way to reason your way to faith, he denied it categorically.
He died in 1998 of emphysema. I will always be in awe of the fight he put up, confounding doctor after doctor, as the disease progressed. He refused to give in, even when he was on oxygen tanks. The tanks may have made him give up tennis, but they didn't stop him from playing golf 4 or 5 times a week. He never complained, never lost his sense of humor or his love of reading and music, nor his passion for a good debate.
He was the most stubborn human being ever to put foot on the planet.
But in the end, as always, the disease won. He lingered for nine very hard days in the hospital, and not only was I there the entire time, I was with him at the end. During those nine days, with the whole family there, we had a simple rule — you didn't cry in front of him. He knew he was dying, but he had no need to talk about it, and he didn't want people getting upset in front of him. We joked, discussed books, fought over his treatments, and talked about every issue under the sun...except his death.
He just wasn't concerned about God and what happens after death.
Finally, the doctors put in a morphine drip to control his ever-increasing pain, but we all knew and agreed that it would eventually end his life. It was the most painful decision I'd ever made. My brother and I were in the room when the doctor came in with the drip, and dad looked at Scott and asked him, "Do you agree with this?" Scott managed to say yes. And then he asked me the same question, and I was about as inarticulate as Scott in agreeing.
"All right then, I agree too," he said. The doctor assured us that he would be asleep within an hour or two — at most. My wife, Pam, and I took a break to get some lunch, and when we returned, someone ran up to me and said, "Dad's sitting up in bed eating lunch." I ran to his room, and sure enough, he was acting as if they were pumping sugar water into his veins.
When I found the doctor and told him that he wasn't asleep, he first thought I meant he wasn't dead, but when I said, "No, he's sitting up in bed eating lunch," the doctor told me that was impossible. He went into his room, confirmed that we hadn't been hallucinating, turned up the morphine drip, and, as we walked out, he looked at me and said, "You're father's an ox. We could put the entire hospital out with as much as he's getting."
However, even an ox has to give in to the inevitable. He went to sleep that afternoon and all medical procedures were stopped. At around 10 or 11 that night, just when I thought the morphine drip had let him slip into a deep sleep for good, he somehow woke up and called for me. His mouth and nose were filled with mucous to the point where he could barely breathe. I screamed for a nurse, who informed me that there was an order to discontinue all procedures — that is until she saw the look in my eyes and ran to get the equipment to clean out his mouth and nose. I also ordered her to turn up the morphine drip...a lot.
With enough morphine running through his veins to kill 20 normal men, he was alert and clear headed. I stayed with him while the nurse cleaned him up. Then he took my hand, looked at me, and said with complete clarity. "Mark, don't worry. I'm not afraid." He paused, smiled, and said, "I fought the good fight." I knew that, inside, he was proud as hell of himself. Then he slowly drifted back to sleep, and when he knew it was time to go, he died peacefully and willingly...on his terms.
I will never forget those words. Don't worry. I'm not afraid. I fought the good fight. Concern for me, comfortable with his own death, and proud of what he'd accomplished.
I suppose it's reasonable to ask if, at the end, he somehow found God which accounts for how peaceful he was. I wish I knew, but he never mentioned it. He was at peace, and that's all I care about.
I offer this story in tribute to a great man, but also because it reinforces what I've always believed — the end doesn't matter; it's only the journey that's important.
Thoreau once wrote, "Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them." I think that's the saddest thought I've ever heard. Our task in life is to keep our song alive. My dad's song always rang loud and clear.
Emerson was a little less morbid:
"To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment."
"The only person you are destined to become is the person you decide to be."
"Don't be too timid and squeamish about your actions. All life is an experiment."
"Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year."
Emerson was an optimist, but these aren't bad rules by which to live your life, and, if you succeed, then does your death really matter?
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taken from http://blogcritics.org/archives/2006/04/21/145833.php
歌手：五月天
专辑：神的孩子都在跳舞
词:阿信
曲:怪兽
坐在我身旁你的心伤
不懂我也不想
但你的眼泪下在我心脏
回家的太阳红着眼框
心疼你的模样
影子的悲伤也变得更长
昨天谁让你受过伤
今天想要让你都遗忘
是你爱你让我变的更强
为你战斗永不投降
让我照顾你我要让雨停出太阳
我超越我自己的想象
风雨刀枪能为你挡
让我照顾你
让你未来放在我肩上
新的冷笑话巧克力糖
开始为你收藏
最近连睡觉手机也在手上
幻想着未来满头白发
公园的长椅上
你也许会说一声谢谢我
如果这一生到尽头
换你的这句话很足够
是你爱你让我变的更强
为你战斗永不投降
让我照顾你
我要让雨停出太阳
我超越我自己的想象
风雨刀枪能为你挡
让我照顾你
为你失去生命也辉煌
是你爱你让我变的更强
为你战斗永不投降
让我照顾你
我要让雨停出太阳
我超越我自己的想象
风雨刀枪能为你挡
让我照顾你
让你未来放在我肩上
1. Naturalists
are most inspired to love God out-of-doors, in natural settings.
2. Sensates
love God with their senses and appreciate beautiful worship services that involve their sight, taste, smell, and touch, not just their ears.
3. Traditionalists
draw closer to God through rituals, liturgies, symbols, and unchanging structures.
4. Ascetics
perfer to love God in solitude and simplicity.
5. Activists
love God through confronting evil, battling injustice, and working to make the world a better place.
6. Caregivers
love God by loving others and meeting their needs.
7. Enthusiasts
love God through celebration.
8. Contemplatives
love God through adoration.
9. Intellectuals
love God by studying with their minds.
There is no "one-size-fit-all" approach to worship and friendship with GOd. One thing is certain: You don't bring glory to God by trying to be someone he never intended you to be. God wants you to be yourself.
From:The Purpose Driven Life quoting from Sacred Pathways
FOR GOD HAS PLANTED THEM LIKE STRONG AND GRACEFUL OAKS FOR HIS OWN GLORY
ISAIAH 61:3 (LB)
Jesus said, " From everyone who has been given much, much will be demanded; and from the one who has been entrusted with much, much more will be asked."
Life is a test and a trust, and the more God gives you, the more responsible he expect you to be.
another nice song.
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I don't have nerves of steel
I have a heart that feels
I may have cried a million
tears but I wont drown
I let myself unfold
Gave you my hand to hold
You took me beyond where
I could see
And then you let go of me. .
Chorus:
I was damaged by th fall
Got the wind knocked out of me
To be standing here at all
I must be invincible
I thought that I would break
But now I have come to see
Something strong and beautiful
Inside of me
I must be invincible. . .
I dont have X-rays eyes
Don't have a heart so wise
How could I have known
you'd let me down
If I had known that then
my eyes are wide open
I still believe I would've missed it
Ahh. . . its a blessing and a curse
Ahh. . . But you find out just
what you've worth.
By: Breathe
As I watch you move, across the moonlit room
There's so much tenderness in your loving
Tomorrow I must leave, the dawn knows no reprieve
God give me strength when I am leaving
Chorus:
So raise your hands to heaven and pray
That we'll be back together someday
Tonight, I need your sweet caress
Hold me in the darkness
Tonight, you calm my restlessness
You relieve my sadness
As we move to embrace, tears run down your face
I whisper words of love, so softly
I can't believe this pain, it's driving me insane
Without your touch, life will be lonely
Repeat Chorus
Morning has come,
I must pack my bags and say goodbye,
Goodbye
Found this beautiful song on a friend blog.
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No one ever saw me like you do
All the things that I could add up to
I never knew just what a smile was worth
But your eyes say everything without a single word
CHORUS
'Cause there's somethin' in the way you look at me
It's as if my heart knows you're the missing piece
You made me believe that there's nothing in this world I can't be
I'd never know what you see
But there's somethin' in the way you look at me
If I could freeze some moment in my mind
The second that you touch your lips to mine
I'd like to stop the clock, make time stand still
'Cause baby, this is just the way I always wanna feel
(Repeat CHORUS)
BRIDGE
I dont know how or why I feel different in your eyes
All I know is it happens everytime
(Repeat CHORUS)
The way you look at me
Type of People God Uses
1. People who has the desire to do his will
2. People who decide to pay the price
3. People who dare to trust his promise
- Reputation: Risking been isolated as the odd-one/disbelieve in you by others.
- Comfort: willing to sacrifice one own's comfort
4. Fears
When you decide to let God use you:
This is what you would face
1. Fear of Criticism
2. Fear of Supernatural ( nt havin the faith to trust in Supernatural works of God)
3. Fear of inadequacy
4. Fear of change
The Rught Attitude for the Altitude
1. Enthusiam
2. Humility
3. And above all else, willing to take on the edventure God has plan for us. To take a leap of faith.
Joy from within was not the norm day to day happiness. Finally I think I understand a little of it. This joy is an inner peace that guard your heart when u are in pain, suffering, lost or hurts.
This joy will radiate out and you will find yourself smiling silly when you are in the mist of pain.
said "Im blessed!" and believe that i am.
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Rain Down
Looks like tonight, the sky is heavy
Feels like the winds are gonna change
Beneath my feet, the earth is ready
I know its time for heaven's rain
It's gonna rain
Cos it's living water we desire
To flood our hearts with holy fire
Rain down all around the world we're singing
Rain down can you here the earth is singing
Rain down my heart is dry but still I'm singing
Rain down rain it down on me.
Back to the start, my heart is heavy
Feels like it's time, to dream again
I see the clouds, and yes I'm ready
To dance upon this barren land
Hope in my hands
Do not shut, Do not shut, Do not shut the heavens
But open up, open up, open up our hearts
Give me strength to cross this water
Keep my heart upon your altar
Give me strength to cross this water
Keep my feet don’t let me falter
"Keep doing whate you are doing. Believe in yourself and believe in ME. "
When I felt so small and limited and start to double myself, this words hit me.
Right into my face. Suddenly I was no longer lost. For I know that this is what I have to carry on. I need to be stretch, with care so that i will grow more without breaking. Time is SHORT !
The journey is the struggle of the soul to seek, discover, and live truth. The joy comes from the struggle. Remember "the struggle" is the struggle to better yourself, to change, and to grow with courage & patience.
No longer it is my belief. No longer it will be what i think.
But now it shall be the Lord will. For mine belief, my thoughts are easily broken.
But the Lord Will will last for eternity.
1) a compassion heart
2) There is good in every bad
3) There is purpose in every pain
I have seen it coming, and here i am. Once again at the end of the path ... ...
There I was, over and over I dig out my heart. The pain... i cant contain.. the tears i cant hold.... its seems like hours... I didnt know how long.
But i did it. I bury it with the bare tree. And there was a sense of peace yet a wash of sadness was over me. I stood there, feeling lost.
I was lost, so that I can be found
It is time, let's go...
"BUT I CANT" I cried again. There's so much pain. And I cant move.
"Let me be your feet then. I shall carry you " ...
I stolen one last look back at the tree... ... and away I went
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I will Follow...
I was on the outside when you said
You said you needed me
I was looking at myself
I was blind, I could not see
A boy tries hard to be a man
His mother takes him by his hand
If he stops to think he starts to cry
Oh why
If you walkaway, walkaway
I walkaway, walkaway...I will follow
If you walkaway, walkaway
I walkaway, walkaway...I will follow
I was on the inside
When they pulled the four walls down
I was looking through the window
I was lost, I am found
Walkaway, walkaway
I walkaway, walkaway...I will follow
If you walkaway, walkaway,
I walkaway, walkaway...I will follow
I will follow
Your eyes make a circle
I see you when I go in there
Your eyes, your eyes...
If you walkaway, walkaway
I walkaway, walkaway..I will follow
If you walkaway, walkaway
I walkaway, walkaway...I will follow
I will follow
I will follow...
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