Wednesday, August 24, 2011

A Sad Story about Abortion


THE SAD FACTS:

Half of the deaths in the world are from abortions.

Abortion is the leading cause of death in the world. It kills as many people as ALL of the other causes of death combined.

The world kills more people through abortion than all of the deaths combined.

Yet, our world kills more people than that in just 9 hours of abortions.

Now, do you still think abortion is just a small problem that can be ignored?

Monday, August 22, 2011

THIS IS A STORY. PLEASE READ !!!!


THIS IS A STORY.

PLEASE READ !!!!

Hi, Mommy. I’m your baby. You don’t know me yet, I’m only a few

weeks old. You’re going to find out about me soon, though, I promise.

Let me tell you some things about me. My name is John, and I’ve got

beautiful brown eyes and black hair. Well, I don’t have it yet, but I

will when I’m born. I’m going to be your only child, and you’ll call me

your one and only. I’m going to grow up without a daddy mostly, but we

have each other. We’ll help each other, and love each other. I want to

be a doctor when I grow up.



You found out about me today, Mommy! You were so excited, you couldn’t

wait to tell everyone. All you could do all day was smile, and life was

perfect. You have a beautiful smile, Mommy. It will be the first face I

will see in my life, and it will be the best thing I see in my life. I

know it already.


Today was the day you told Daddy. You were so excited to tell him about

me! …He wasn’t happy, Mommy. He kind of got angry. I don’t think that

you noticed, but he did. He started to talk about something called

wedlock, and money, and bills, and stuff I don’t think I understand

yet. You were still happy, though, so it was okay. Then he did

something scary, Mommy. He hit you. I could feel you fall backward, and

your hands flying up to protect me. I was okay… but I was very sad

for you. You were crying then, Mommy. That’s a sound I don’t like. It

doesn’t make me feel good. It made me cry, too. He said sorry after,

and he hugged you again. You forgave him, Mommy, but I’m not sure if I

do. It wasn’t right. You say he loves you… why would he hurt you? I

don’t like it, Mommy.


Finally, you can see me! Your stomach is a little bit bigger, and

you’re so proud of me! You went out with your mommy to buy new clothes,

and you were so so so happy. You sing to me, too. You have the most

beautiful voice in the whole wide world. When you sing is when I’m

happiest. And you talk to me, and I feel safe. So safe. You just wait

and see, Mommy. When I am born I will be perfect just for you. I will

make you proud, and I will love you with all of my heart.


I can move my hands and feet now, Mommy. I do it because you put your

hands on your belly to feel me, and I giggle. You giggle, too. I love

you, Mommy.


Daddy came to see you today, Mommy. I got really scared. He was acting

funny and he wasn’t talking right. He said he didn’t want you. I don’t

know why, but that’s what he said. And he hit you again. I got angry,

Mommy. When I grow up I promise I won’t let you get hurt! I promise to

protect you. Daddy is bad. I don’t care if you think that he is a good

person, I think he’s bad. But he hit you, and he said he didn’t want

us. He doesn’t like me. Why doesn’t he like me, Mommy?

You didn’t talk to me tonight, Mommy. Is everything okay?


It’s been three days since you saw Daddy. You haven’t talked to me or

touched me or anything since that. Don’t you still love me, Mommy? I

still love you. I think you feel sad. The only time I feel you is when

you sleep. You sleep funny, kind of curled up on your side. And you hug

me with your arms, and I feel safe and warm again. Why don’t you do

that when you’re awake, any more?


I’m 21 weeks old today, Mommy. Aren’t you proud of me? We’re going

somewhere today, and it’s somewhere new. I’m excited. It looks like a

hospital, too. I want to be a doctor when I grow up, Mommy. Did I tell

you that? I hope you’re as excited as I am. I can’t wait.

…Mommy, I’m getting scared. Your heart is still beating, but I don’t

know what you are thinking. The doctor is talking to you. I think

something’s going to happen soon. I’m really, really, really scared,

Mommy. Please tell me you love me. Then I will feel safe again. I love

you!


Mommy, what are they doing to me!? It hurts! Please make them stop! It

feels bad! Please, Mommy, please please help me! Make them stop!

Don’t worry Mommy, I’m safe. I’m in heaven with the angels now. They

told me what you did, and they said it’s called an abortion.


Why, Mommy? Why did you do it? Don’t you love me any more? Why did you

get rid of me? I’m really, really, really sorry if I did something

wrong, Mommy. I love you, Mommy! I love you with all of my heart. Why

don’t you love me? What did I do to deserve what they did to me? I want

to live, Mommy! Please! It really, really hurts to see you not care

about me, and not talk to me. Didn’t I love you enough? Please say

you’ll keep me, Mommy! I want to live smile and watch the clouds and

see your face and grow up and be a doctor. I don’t want to be here, I

want you to love me again! I’m really really really sorry if I did

something wrong. I love you!


I love you, Mommy. ♥


Every abortion is just…

One more heart that was stopped.

Two more eyes that will never see.

Two more hands that will never touch.

Two more legs that will never run.

One more mouth that will never speak



Monday, August 8, 2011

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Turn Away from Sin


O God, thank you for looking on me as an individual and for offering me hope and life. Save and redeem me. Help me to see my sins for what they are and to turn away from them. Lead me away from temptation, and deliver me from evil. Help me to walk in faithfulness to you. Grant me the wisdom and the will to guard my heart, feed my spirit, stimulate my mind, and care for my body. Help my life to be a praise to your glorious grace. Amen.

Monday, August 1, 2011

Strength in troubled times


The LORD is my light and my salvation—
whom shall I fear?
The LORD is the stronghold of my life—
of whom shall I be afraid?

Isaiah 41:10
So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

life is a lesson


I've learned that we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change.

I've learned that no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.

I've learned that true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. The same goes for true love.

I've learned that you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life.

I've learned that it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.


I've learned that you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them.

I've learned that you can keep going long after you can't.

I've learned that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.

I've learned that either you control your attitude or it controls you.

I've learned that regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades and there had better be something else to take its place.

I've learned that heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.

I've learned that money is a lousy way of keeping score.

I've learned that my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time.

I've learned that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down, will be the ones to help you get back up.

I've learned that sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.

I've learned that just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.

I've learned that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them, and less to do with how many years you have lived.


I've learned that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.

I've learned that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't stop for your grief.

I've learned that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.

I've learned that just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other And just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do love each other.

I've learned that you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever.

I've learned that two people can look at the same thing and see something totally different.

I've learned that your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you.

I've learned that even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you you will find the strength to help.

I've learned that credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.

I've learned that the people you care about most in life are sometimes taken from you too soon

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

The Mercy of God


May God Have Mercy On Our Souls

As I listened to this message today, it so convicted me. I realized that at times in my heart - even if I hadn't verbalized it - I had been telling God, "It is just not fair."

Hear me here. I am not speaking of conscious thought. I am speaking of the hidden matters of the heart. While I was holding on to faith and pressing on in the Lord, inside I was questioning: Why God? Why is such and such happening? Why are you allowing it?

Honestly, I know that there are times we will have questions. However, at the heart of such statements is the belief that somehow, we don't deserve "this" [whatever "this" may be]. It is an accusation against God's righteousness.

Are we God? Have we created the Heavens and the Earth? Have we power over life or death? Are we wise or just in our own eyes? Is this not how God responded to Job?

What is it that we think we deserve from God? Is not the summation of what we deserve death and the grave (Romans 6:23)? If it were not for God's mercy, such would surely be our end.

Whatsoever God does for us, it is because of His mercy alone, and not because we have done anything to merit it. As Min. Pawson says:

"God will give everyone what they deserve, but He will give some people more than they deserve. He will be absolutely just with everyone, but He will be merciful to some."

"When you are in the Kingdom of Heaven, you don't have rights. You live by mercy."

"There is no such thing as luck or chance in the Kingdom of Heaven. God and luck are opposites."

Yes, as His children, there are certain promises to which we can hold as part of our inheritance in Him. Yet even those things are still the result of His mercies...and it is to His mercy that we must appeal in all things.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

all are not happy....

miles to go before I sleep.


............The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost

Monday, June 20, 2011

How can I know when God is telling me to do something?


: Pray, especially when you’re unsure of God’s will for your life. “If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him” (James 1:5). “Be still before the Lord and wait patiently for Him” (Psalm 37:7). If you don’t know what to pray, you can always personalize & pray verses such as, “Show me the way I should go, for to You I lift up my soul” (Psalm 143:8) and, “Guide me in Your truth and teach me” (Psalm 25:5).

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Thank You Lord


Thank You Lord

Lord, I hope You hear
This prayer I have today
Please listen now real closely
To the words I need to say.

I thank You for Your blessings
That You've always given me
You've given me a love of life
And eyes that I might see.

I look to see the beauty
Of everywhere You touch
I'm deeply filled with gratitude
And I thank You Lord, so much.

The gifts You give go on and on
Each day brings something new
Peace and joy and happiness
I can always count on You!

Friday, June 17, 2011

Oh god…WHY?


Why mom…

…did you choose to get pregnant if you NEVER wanted me…

WHY?

Why mom…

…did you choose to keep me instead of giving me away, if you hated me so…

WHY?

Why mom …

…did you let him hurt me over and over when you heard me cry…

WHY?

Why mom…

…did you NOT save me and hold me when i cried in pain…

WHY?


Why mom…

…did you hurt me with your hands when they should have been loving and gentle…

WHY?

Why mom…

…did you disappear and leave me with him … was the world much better without me..

WHY?

Why mom …

…did you NOT hear me when i pleaded for your help… were you deaf…

WHY?

Why mom …

…did YOUR need for drugs require giving my little body to “those guys”…

WHY?

Why mom…

… did you laugh at me… when i told you i was scared…

WHY?

Why mom …

…did you NEVER hold me close and absorb all my sadness…

WHY?

Why mom…

… did you look at me in disgust and hate… what did i do…

WHY?

Why mom…

… did you FINALLY walk away and NEVER look back…where are you…

WHY?

Why mom…

… did you NEVER love me… was i that terrible…

WHY?

.

Oh god…WHY?

Save me, O God


Save me, O God, because the floods
Come in upon my soul;
I sink in depths where none can stand;
Deep waters, o’er me roll.

My constant calling wearies me,
My throat is parched and dried,
My eyes grow dim while for my God
Still waiting I abide.

O God, my folly and my sin
Thy holy eye can see;
Yet save from shame, Lord God of hosts,
Thy saints that wait on Thee.

Forbid, O God, our covenant God,
That those who seek Thy face
Should see Thy servant put to shame
And share in my disgrace.

It is for Thee I am reproached,
For Thee I suffer shame,
Until my brethren know me not,
And hated is my name.

It is my zeal for Thine abode
That has consumed my life;
Reproached by those reproaching Thee,
I suffer in the strife.

I wept, with fasting bowed my soul,
Yet that was made my shame;
When I in sackcloth clothed myself,
Their byword I became.

The men who sit within the gate
With slander do me wrong,
And they who linger at their cups
Make me their jest and song.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

ഒരു നിമിഷം

സങ്കട കാലത്ത് പാലിച്ച ദൈവത്തേ
സോദരാ നീ മറന്നോ.....
അറിയാതെ പിഴ ചെയ്ത, സഹജര്‍ക്ക് മുന്‍പില്‍ നീ-
-നീതിമാനായ് ചമഞ്ഞോ?

നിന്‍റെ നിലവിളി കേട്ട നിന്‍ ദൈവത്തേ..
നീ ഇന്ന് വിസ്മരിച്ചോ ,
ആഹാരം യാചിച്ചു നീട്ടിയ കയ്കളെ
കണ്ടില്ലെന്നു നടിച്ചോ...

Monday, June 13, 2011

Never be Late in Expressing your Love


At home she sat on her bed and patiently began to read whatever Jack had written. Though it was incomplete, it made much sense. He had written:-“Today I want to tell the whole world that I love Joan but I cannot tell it to her. I know she loves me too and if she gets to know about my feelings, her love for me will increase more. Oh God! Why did you make me the patient of cancer? Why do you want to take me away too early? Only few months are left for me to leave. I don’t want her to cry, I don’t want her to feel lonely after my death. She doesn’t have anyone except me and when she will come to know that the one she loves is suffering from cancer and that he will survive only for a few months, her heart…” “ ...Will break!” Joan completed the incomplete sentence with tears rolling down her cheeks. She couldn’t help crying and finally decided that she will remain normal before Jack and whatever happens she will express her love to him. The night was too long for Joan. It was difficult for her to wait. She was eager to meet him and tell him how much she loved him. So what if he will survive for a few months only, he was the only one in her life. She could at no cost leave him like that. Jack was disturbed as he had lost the paper. “If Joan has taken the paper then she will get to know everything,” he thought. “It will make me mad. I am going too far. I know I will not survive but still I want to let you know Joan how much I love you. Only this night, yes let this night pass and you shall hear from me the three most awaited words for you,” Jack thought in his mind. The next day both of them ran to the sea shore to express their love to each other. But as Joan was crossing the road, a truck hit her and she fell on the other side of the road where a car crushed her. By chance Jack came there and when he saw the huge crowd, he tried to see who it was. He was shocked to see Joan lying on the road with blood flowing from all over the body. He ran to her and said, “Joan! Joan! Somebody please help me in taking her to the hospital.” “No Jack. I won’t…”and she took a deep breath. “I love you Jack, I read your page. I am happy I am dying before you. It would have been more painful to see you dying .Ah!” I love you too Joan.” “Ya ..I know...” and she slowly closed her eyes to leave for the next world. But she had a smile on her face. She was contented. At last she got someone who loved her but then God’s wish was to take her away.

“This is not fair God.” Jack looked up in the sky and cried. “You have left me alone once again. When this poor girl and this poor boy got happiness, you took her away without even thinking what I will do without her. After a long time she got happiness and when the time to enjoy came, you took her away.” A stranger held the hand of Jack and said in a low voice, “Joy comes after sorrow. But people are never satisfied. They just want happiness. Didn’t you see the smile on her face? At least she was satisfied—she got you and you too loved her, this much was enough for her.”

യേശുവെന്ന് വിളിച്ചതേ......


...ഉള്ളു നൊന്തു നീറുമ്പോഴും പുഞ്ചിരിക്കുവാന്‍
ഞാന്‍എന്തേറെ നൊന്തുരുകി പ്രാര്‍തഥിച്ചുവെന്നോ,
ആരുടെ മുന്‍പില്‍ ചെന്നും കയ്കള്‍ നീട്ടാതെ
മാനം കാക്കാന്‍ ഞാന്‍ എന്തേറെ പാടുപെട്ടെന്നോ

വേദനകള്‍ ഒന്നൊന്നായി വാതില്‍ മുട്ടവേ
നാട് വിട്ടു പോയാലോ എന്ന് കരുതി
ഈശോ നാഥാ നീ പോലും കയ്യ് വിട്ടെന്ന്
ഞാന്‍ ഓര്‍ത്തു പോകവേ എന്‍ കണ്ണ് നിറഞ്ഞു.....

ഞാന്‍ ഒരാളെ ആശ്രയിച്ചെന്‍ വീട് കഴിയേ
ഞാനും കൂടി വീണു പോയാല്‍ എല്ലാം തകരും,
ഏറെ കുറേ നിര്‍മലനായ് ജീവിച്ചിട്ടും എന്‍
കണ്ണുനീരിന്‍ പാനപാത്രം നീങ്ങി പോയില്ല

നല്ല കാലം കൂടെ നിന്ന സ്നേഹിതരെല്ലാം
ദൈവശാപമാണെനിക്ക് എന്നും വിധിച്ചു,
ആരും കേള്‍ക്കാന്‍ നിന്നില്ല എന്‍ ദുഖങ്ങള്‍
ഞാന്‍ എന്‍റെ ഭാരം എവിടെ ഇറക്കിവെയ്ക്കും ?

യേശുവിന്‍റെ മുന്‍പില്‍ വീണു കണ്ണീരൊഴുക്കി
എന്‍റെ സഹനങള്‍ ക്രൂശില്‍ ചേര്‍ത്ത് തറയ്കാന്‍..

യേശുവെന്ന് വിളിച്ചതേ ഞാന്‍ കരഞ്ഞു പോയ്‌
പിന്നെ എന്‍റെ വേദനകള്‍ പ്രാര്തഥനയായി .....................

Saturday, June 11, 2011

ഞാന്‍ ആരോടിതെല്ലാം പറയും....


....മരണംപോല്‍ അപമാനം പെയ്ത മണിക്കൂറില്‍
പ്രിയരെല്ലാം തള്ളി പറഞ്ഞു എന്നെ,
കൊല്ലപെടാനുള്ള
കുഞ്ഞാടിനെ പോലെ
പരിഹാസമേറ്റങ്ങു നിന്ന് പോയ്‌ ഞാന്‍ ..
ജീവിച്ചിരിപ്പുണ്ടോ എന്ന് പോലും ഒന്ന് അന്വേഷികനായിട്ടാരും ഇല്ല, പാതാളത്തോളം ഞാന്‍ താഴുമ്പോഴും നാഥാ,
അവരെല്ലാം ഉയരനായ് പ്രാര്‍ത്ഥിക്കുന്നു,
ആരാധന മാത്രം ആശ്വാസം

ഞാന്‍ ആരോടിതെല്ലാം പറയും,
പാന
പാത്രം ഇന്നാരൊപ്പം കുടിക്കും
പാവന
സ്നേഹമേ മനമുരുകുമ്പോള്‍ ഞാന്‍ കാണുന്നില്ലാരെയും ഒപ്പം,
ആരാധന മാത്രം ആശ്വാസം.

Friday, June 3, 2011

Psalm 51


1 Have mercy upon me, O God, according to thy loving kindness: according unto the multitude of thy tender mercies blot out my transgressions. 2 Wash me thoroughly from mine iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin. 3 For I acknowledge my transgressions: and my sin is ever before me. 4 Against thee, thee only, have I sinned , and done this evil in thy sight: that thou mightiest be justified when thou speak est , and be clear when thou judge st . 5 Behold, I was shaped in iniquity; and in sin did my mother conceive me. 6 Behold, thou desires truth in the inward parts: and in the hidden part thou shalt make me to know wisdom. 7 Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean : wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. 8 Make me to hear joy and gladness; that the bones which thou hast broken may rejoice . 9 Hide thy face from my sins, and blot out all mine iniquities. 10 Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me. 11 Cast me not away from thy presence; and take not thy holy spirit from me. 12 Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation; and uphold me with thy free spirit. 13 Then will I teach transgressors thy ways; and sinners shall be converted unto thee. 14 Deliver me from blood guiltiness, O God, thou God of my salvation: and my tongue shall sing aloud of thy righteousness. 15 O Lord, open thou my lips; and my mouth shall shew forth thy praise. 16 For thou desires not sacrifice; else would I give it: thou delight est not in burnt offering. 17 The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: a broken and a contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not despise . 18 Do good in thy good pleasure unto Zion: build thou the walls of Jerusalem. 19 Then shalt thou be pleased with the sacrifices of righteousness, with burnt offering and whole burnt offering: then shall they offer bullocks upon thine altar.