Jeg vil ikke ha mer snø…i hvert fall i år, men du kom tilbake i dag:(
Heldigvis smeltet du i løpet av dagen…
Men det gjenstår å se i morgen….
JOY
Jeg vil ikke ha mer snø…i hvert fall i år, men du kom tilbake i dag:(
Heldigvis smeltet du i løpet av dagen…
Men det gjenstår å se i morgen….
JOY
Solnedganger er alltid fascinerende. Jeg blir alltid tiltrukket av de fine farge nyansene. Aldri den samme.
Hva synes dere?
Har skrevet sitater innimellom bildene!
En god taler holder ikke mål med en god lyter.
Kinesisk ordspråk
Sanne ord er ikke vakre, vakre ord er ikke sanne.
Lao Tse
Taler du sannhet, blir selv din venn sint på deg.
Indisk ordspråk
Det som går ut av din munn, går inn i andres ører.
Kinesisk ordspråk
Torden uten regn er som ord uten handling.
Ordspråk fra Burma
Det er bedre å lytte godt en å tale godt,
og bedre å handle godt enn å lytte godt.
Kinesisk ordspråk
Ord er ikke noe annet enn bobler i vannet,
men gjerninger er dråper av gull.
Kinesisk ordspråk
Ha det så lenge:)
JOY
#1. If not guided accordingly, this kids would be sharpshooters at a very young age.
#2. Who would have let this kid be in here?
#3. How he was able to get there makes me wonder.
#4. This is meant for frat guys but not for this baby.
5. What comes into this child?s parents mind to tape him into the wall?
#6. Don?t leave your kids unattended by a fridge#? or even a microwave, so they don?t lock themselves in.
#7. This clearly isn?t a nice treat for your child?s first birthday.
#8. All that?s in it looks delicious except for this little girl. Oh, my gosh!
#9. Any person of any age who sees this
surely scream and shout. How much more this baby?
#10. Thank God, this baby hasn?t yet developed the fear of snakes.
#11. Oh, Big Mama! Don?t you realize how squeezed your little girl is?
#12. Look how this daddy is having fun at his little boy playing with that ax (even if it?s just a faux-weapon).
#15. This dad must be sending his son to a Hebrew School.
#16. And how daring this lingerie-mother is to take a selfie photo with her baby girl?
#17. I?m guessing this mom must have be a frustrated pole dancer.
#18. I know this pudgy face is somewhat funny and cute, if only it doesn?t hurt.
#19. These parents are too adventurous not thinking of the worst thing that could happen.
#20. This little girl?s parents are such great fools.
Hva synes dere om foreldrene? Gale foreldre eller det var bare artig?
JOY
Ja, nå er tid for blomster, bier og sommerfugler.
Så jeg fikk inspirasjon fra naturen og fikk laget noen kort med naturens gleder.
Så her er dem:)
Joy
Takk Jesus for at ved å tro på deg og følge etter deg gir oss billett til ditt rike.
Det kan være tøft underveis, men det er tøffere uten deg.
Takk for at vi kan få det vi trenger hos deg.
Vi trenger ikke å bekymre oss for noe, har du sagt.
Takk for at du lar oss se utfordringene
som en mulighet til å lære, vokse og sette våre lit til deg.
JOY
Jeg ble rørt av denne historien fra en annen engelsk blogger og jeg lånte den og deler med dere. Det var virkelig en rørende and vekkende historie .
Håper dere tar noen minutter og lese det.
*Baby’s Hug ~ *
We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat Erik in a
high chair and noticed everyone was quietly sitting and talking. Suddenly,
Erik squealed with glee and said, ‘Hi.’ He pounded his fat baby hands on
the high chair tray. His eyes were crinkled in laughter and his mouth was
bared in a toothless grin, as he wriggled and giggled with merriment.
I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. It was a man whose
pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out of
would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair was uncombed and unwashed.
His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his nose was so
varicose it looked like a road map.
We were too far from him to smell, but I was sure he smelled.. His hands
waved and flapped on loose wrists. ‘Hi there, baby; hi there, big boy.. I
see ya, buster,’ the man said to Erik.
My husband and I exchanged looks,
‘What do we do?’
Erik continued to laugh and answer, ‘Hi.’
Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man.
The old geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby. Our meal
came and the man began shouting from across the room, ‘Do ya patty cake? Do
you know peek-a-boo? Hey, look, he knows peek- a-boo.’
Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk.
My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence; all except for Erik,
who was running through his repertoire for the admiring skid-row bum, who
in turn, reciprocated with his cute comments.
We finally got through the meal and headed for the door. My husband went to
pay the check and told me to meet him in the parking lot. The old man sat
poised between me and the door. ‘Lord, just let me out of here before he
speaks to me or Erik,’ I prayed. As I drew closer to the man, I turned my
back trying to sidestep him and avoid any air he might be breathing. As I
did, Erik leaned over my arm, reaching with both arms in a baby’s
‘pick-me-up’ position. Before I could stop him, Erik had propelled himself
from my arms to the man.
Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their love
and kinship..
Erik in an act of total trust, love, and submission laid his tiny head upon
the man’s ragged shoulder.
The man’s eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his lashes. His aged
hands full of grime, pain, and hard labor, cradled my baby’s bottom and
stroked his back.
No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so short a time.
I stood awestruck. The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms and his
eyes opened and set squarely on mine.
He said in a firm commanding voice, “You take care of this baby”.
Somehow I managed, “I will”, from a throat that contained a stone..
He Pried Erik from his chest, Lovingly and Longingly, as though HE were in
pain.
I received my baby, and the man said, ‘God bless you, ma’am, you’ve given
me my Christmas Gift.’
I said nothing more than a muttered thanks. With Erik in my arms, I ran for
the car.
My husband was wondering why I was crying and holding Erik so tightly,
and why I was saying, “My God, my God, forgive me”.
I had just witnessed Christ’s love, shown through the innocence of a tiny
child who saw no sin,
who made no judgment; a child who saw a soul, and a mother who saw a suit
of clothes.
I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not.
I felt it was God asking, “Are you willing to share your son for a
moment”? when He shared His for all eternity.
How did God feel when he put his baby in our arms 2000 years ago?
The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me,
‘To enter the Kingdom of God , we must become as little children.’
*(end of story)
Love does no wrong to one’s neighbor [it never hurts anybody]. Therefore love meets all the requirements and is the fulfilling of the Law.
Romans 13:10
May the Lord make (our) love increase and overflow for each other and for everyone else. . .
First Thessalonians 3:12
Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another.
First John 4:7
(Historien er fra denne bloggen og profilen hennes)
http://ponderingsbykris.blogspot.no/2014/04/a-babys-hug.html
I’ve been married to a very sweet, patient, loving man for 31 years. I’ve been a mom to two sons I love with all my heart for 23 years. I’ve been a born again Christian loving the Lord for 38 years. I homeschooled for 14 years. I’ve run a Blanket Ministry for the homeless since 2009. I am the author of Ya Know What I’m Say’n: Hearing the Voice of the Homeless. I’m just an ordinary woman who lives for an extraordinary God.
JOY
Morgenbønn
Jesus, takk for en ny dag.
Takk for at du leder meg til den rette veien hvor jeg bør gå hverdag.
Veien du også vil være,
slik at når jeg møter motstander, problemer eller stormer, kunne jeg søke hjelp hos deg.
For du kan kjempe med meg mot motstanderere, til å løse problemer og roe ned stormer i mitt liv.
Amen
JOY