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An Easter Prayer by Helen Steiner Rice: May this Easter Grandeur Awaken Faded Flowers of Faith God, give us eyes to see the beauty of the Spring, And to behold Your majesty in every living thing – And may we see in lacy leaves and every budding flower The Hand that rules the universe with gentleness and power – And may this Easter grandeur that Spring lavishly imparts Awaken faded flowers of faith lying dormant in our hearts, And give us ears to hear, dear God, the Springtime song of birds With messages more meaningful than man’s often empty words Telling harried human beings who are lost in dark despair – ‘Be like us and do not worry for God has you in His care. –Helen Steiner Rice Click here for a fun Easter bunny meme .

THE DIFFERENCE Winners say, If it is to be, it is up to me. Losers say, I can't help it. Winners translate dreams into reality. Losers translate reality into dreams. Winners empower. Losers control. Winners say, Let's find out. Losers say, Nobody knows. Winners are part of the solution. Losers are part of the problem. Winners are not afraid of losing. Losers are afraid of winning. Winners work harder than losers. Losers are always too busy. Winners say, I was wrong. Losers say, It was not my fault. Winners want to. Losers have to. Winners always make time. Losers often waste time. Winners say, I'll plan to do that. Losers say, I'll try to do that. Winners say, I'm good but not as good as I can be. Losers say, I'm not as bad as a lot of other people. Winners listen to what others say. Losers wait until it's their turn to talk. Winners catch others doing things right. Losers catch others doing things wrong. Winners learn from others. Losers ...

To let go... Does not mean to stop caring, it means you can't do it for someone else.  Does not mean to cut yourself off, it is the realization that you can't do it for someone else.   Does not mean to care for, it means to care about.   Does not mean to fix, it means to be supportive.   Does not mean to change another, it means to make the most of yourself.   Does not mean to deny, it means to accept.   Does not mean to nag or scold, it means to listen.   Does not mean to regret the past, it is to live for the future. It means that we should admit we are frequently powerless and that someone else's outcome may not be in our hands You should probably click here for more wisdom and inspiration .

The trouble tree The carpenter I hired to help me restore an old farmhouse had just finished a rough first day on the job. A flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric saw quit and now his ancient pickup truck refused to start. While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence. On arriving he invited me in to meet his family. As we walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of the branches with both hands. Upon opening the door he underwent an amazing transformation. His tan face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss. Afterward he walked me to the car. We passed the tree and my curiosity got the better of me. I asked him about what I had seen him do earlier. "Oh, that's my trouble tree", he replied. " I know I can't help having troubles on the job, but one thing for sure, troubles don't belong in the house with my wife and children. So I just hang them...

A grandmother and a little girl whose face was sprinkled with bright red freckles spent the day at the zoo.  The children were waiting in line to get their cheeks painted by a local artist who was decorating them with tiger paws. 'You've got so many freckles, there's no place to paint!' a boy in the line cried. Embarrassed, the little girl dropped her head. Her grandmother knelt down next to her. 'I love your freckles,' she said. 'Not me,' the girl replied. 'Well, when I was a little girl I always wanted freckles,' she said, tracing her finger across the child's cheek. 'Freckles are beautiful!' The girl looked up. 'Really?' 'Of course,' said the grandmother. 'Why, just name me one thing that's prettier than freckles.' The little girl peered into the old woman's smiling face. 'Wrinkles,' she answered softly. Will and Guy's Collection Now, read another insp...

The Real Meaning Of Peace Author Unknown   There once was a king who offered a prize to the artist who would paint the best picture of peace. Many artists tried. The king looked at all the pictures. But there were only two he really liked, and he had to choose between them.  One picture was of a calm lake. The lake was a perfect mirror for peaceful towering mountains all around it. Overhead was a blue sky with fluffy white clouds.  All who saw this picture thought that it was a perfect picture of peace.  The other picture had mountains, too. But these were rugged  and bare. Above was an angry sky, from which rain fell and in which lightning played. Down the side of the mountain tumbled a foaming waterfall. This did not look peaceful at all. But when the king looked closely, he saw behind the waterfall a tiny bush growing in a crack in the rock. In the bush a mother bird had built her nest. There, in the midst ...

Author Unknown   But Greatly Appreciated! It was June 15, and in two days I would be turning thirty. I was insecure about entering a new decade of my life and feared that my best years were now behind me. My daily routine included going to the gym for a workout before going to work. Every morning I would see my friend Nicholas at the gym. He was seventy-nine years old and in terrific shape. As I greeted Nicholas on this particular day, he noticed I wasn't full of my usual vitality and asked if there was anything wrong. I told him I was feeling anxious about turning thirty. I wondered how I would look back on my life once I reached Nicholas's age, so I asked him, "What was the best time of your life?" Without hesitation, Nicholas replied, "Well, Joe, this is my philosophical answer to your philosophical question: "When I was a child in Austria and everything was taken care of for me and I was nurtured by my parents, that was the best time...