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I should be pleased if you joined our new network ; Children are the Future
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Welcome *smile*/Gunilla
It hurts God's feelings when we fail to see through Light...Thank you for your blessings and cares. Through the Son, we can trust in what is truly meant to be...I do believe in Love, for Love is the essence of Jesus...
"I am the Light of the World"....thank you for sharing always, dear and beautiful guardian angel, brother.... :)
Dearest frank,
Though I respect & understand,care and accept ALL peoples choices in beliefs & religion..I expect the same respect in mine. Please do not put biblical phrases or religious comments on my profile page.
I understand your strong beliefs,they are not mine and I don't like on my page. Thank you dear friend,
with luv,respect & Blessings :)
I call to remembrance my song in the night (Psalm 77;6).
I have red somewhere of a little bird that will never sing the melody his master wishes while his cage is full of light. He learns a snatch of this, a bar of that, but never an entire song of its own until the cage is covered and the morning beams shut out.
A good many people never learn to sing until the darkling shadows fall. The fabled nightingale carols with his breast against a thorn. It was in the night that the song of the angels was heard. It was at midnight that the cry came, "Behold, the bridegroom cometh; go ye out to meet him."
Indeed it is extremely doubtful if a soul can really know the love of God in its richness and in its comforting, satisfying completeness until the skies are back and lowering.
Light comes out of darkness, morning out of the womb of the night.
James Creelman, in one of his letters, describes his trip through the Balkin States in search of Natalie, the exiled Queen of Serbia.
"In that memorable journey," he says, "I learned for the first time that the world's supply of attar of roses comes from the Balkan Mountains. And the thing that interested me most," he goes on, "is that the roses must be gathered in the darkest hours. The pickers start out at one o'clock and finish picking them at two.
"At first it seemed to me a relic of superstition, but I investigated the picturesque mystery, and learned that actual scientific tests had proven that fully forty per cent of the fragrance of roses disappeared in the light of the day."
And in human life and human culture that is not a playful fanciful conceit,it is a real veritable fact.
Malcolm. J. McLeod.
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I LOVE YOU Sweetheart
It all starts with the children.
I should be pleased if you joined our new network ; Children are the Future
on SocialGo
http://childrenourhope.socialgo.com/home.html
Welcome *smile*/Gunilla
It hurts God's feelings when we fail to see through Light...Thank you for your blessings and cares. Through the Son, we can trust in what is truly meant to be...I do believe in Love, for Love is the essence of Jesus...
"I am the Light of the World"....thank you for sharing always, dear and beautiful guardian angel, brother.... :)
May God's mercy carry us...and may we all ways strive like a lotus flower...
Sending Love and a whole Lotta Light..
Jah, Jah, Jah, Jehovah God....
blessings.
http://peaceformeandtheworld.ning.com/
Peace be with you, Eva
This is linked to the activities of Voice for Peace, which is migrating from ning to Spruz at: - http://voiceforpeace.spruz.com/
Thank you!
I cannot change my past,
I have only the present moment
and that moment is with - Y♥U
i love you sweetheartThough I respect & understand,care and accept ALL peoples choices in beliefs & religion..I expect the same respect in mine. Please do not put biblical phrases or religious comments on my profile page.
I understand your strong beliefs,they are not mine and I don't like on my page. Thank you dear friend,
with luv,respect & Blessings :)
I LOVE YOU MY SWEET FRANKI LOVE YOU SWEETHEART♥
I have red somewhere of a little bird that will never sing the melody his master wishes while his cage is full of light. He learns a snatch of this, a bar of that, but never an entire song of its own until the cage is covered and the morning beams shut out.
A good many people never learn to sing until the darkling shadows fall. The fabled nightingale carols with his breast against a thorn. It was in the night that the song of the angels was heard. It was at midnight that the cry came, "Behold, the bridegroom cometh; go ye out to meet him."
Indeed it is extremely doubtful if a soul can really know the love of God in its richness and in its comforting, satisfying completeness until the skies are back and lowering.
Light comes out of darkness, morning out of the womb of the night.
James Creelman, in one of his letters, describes his trip through the Balkin States in search of Natalie, the exiled Queen of Serbia.
"In that memorable journey," he says, "I learned for the first time that the world's supply of attar of roses comes from the Balkan Mountains. And the thing that interested me most," he goes on, "is that the roses must be gathered in the darkest hours. The pickers start out at one o'clock and finish picking them at two.
"At first it seemed to me a relic of superstition, but I investigated the picturesque mystery, and learned that actual scientific tests had proven that fully forty per cent of the fragrance of roses disappeared in the light of the day."
And in human life and human culture that is not a playful fanciful conceit,it is a real veritable fact.
Malcolm. J. McLeod.
thank you
I Wanna share wth you something that I find,
sounds very calming
and soothing to listen too...
hope you like it sweetheart♥...
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