When Tired

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Sometimes when you are too tired, it’s like finding yourself in a deep well, and trying hard to get out of there. But your body might not be able to come out right away, because it needs time to recuperate.

Raw Materials

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I was talking to one of my sons about an unexpected miracle he experienced at work, when this came to my heart:
When we pray to God, most of the times He will match His answer with the raw materials – faith, trust, doubts, worries, etc- we operate in our daily life.
 
Our routine faith will bring His intervention to the level we trust in Him. When we feed our trust in Him daily, to make it grow, our life develops stronger faith, an unmovable determination in partnering with Him to do exceedingly more than we need or dream.
 
Fear, doubts, worries or anything like these would limit His intervention in us. He would work using the raw materials we offer.
 
Ultimately, there is nothing that can limit His power and miracles in our lives, but us.
 
I remember this lady I know personally, whose children were sick. She prayed something like this, “Lord, heal my children. Make any sickness that might come upon them come on me.” As you see, she started her prayer in faith. But then she settled for something weird. Her children grew up healthy, while she was sick all her life.
 
Learn to push your faith to grow. Don’s settle for less. Ask for great things. Invest your life to be friends with God, as Abraham was. That’s where every good thing comes from, from that relationship.
“Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow of turning.” James 1:17

Terror Attack

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THE TERRORISTS count on the element of SURPRISE, FEAR and PANIC.
We can not let ourselves be slaughtered as sheep in the slaughter house. TERRORISTS don’t have ownership over the number of the days and years of our lives. GOD HAS.
We need to prepare and be ready.
How?
Educating ourselves, our family and friends how to deal with:
1. SURPRISE
2. FEAR
3. PANIC.
PREPARATION is one of the keys.

No

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I’m watching him as he grabs to the rail to go down the steps.

“Stay on the porch,” I say.

He turns his head to look at me as he goes down another step. Toddlers.

“Stay here with me,” I demand, holding back my smile. I love this grandson so much. His little feet move forward with no intention to listen to me.

“Do you understand English when I’m talking to you?” I bring out my artillery.

He stops. “What is English?”

“English is the language we are speaking right now. Do you understand my words?” He smiles and waves his hand. “Of course I understand you, Buni.”

“But do you want to listen?”

“No.”

Astonished

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I didn’t tell this to anyone.

As some of you know, I see my heart doctor now and then.

Yesterday. He gives me a routine check up and seems pretty pleased, as he can see I am beaming.

“Not bad,” he says, “not bad at all.” He doesn’t need to adjust my meds, I look happy and we continue our chat.

‘What I need you to do now is to take a good walk everyday.”

” I try to do that,” I say.

“Good. When I see you next time I need your heart to be stronger.”

Then I spill the beans. ” When I don’t walk outside, I walk in the stores when I do my grocery shopping.”

I see his face changing. Is that a smile? No. It is a mimic of surprise. “Madam, walking in a store doesn’t count for strengthening your heart.”

Now I’m surprised. “Why?” I should have stopped asking questions.

He starts to laugh and keeps laughing for a while. The nurse stares at me without a word.

“Because when you go shopping you walk a few steps and stop to see this item. Than You move another two-three steps to reach to another thing. And so on.” He looks me in the eye. “Doing your groceries is not the exercise you need to help your heart.”

I’m astonished. Life’s not fair.

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The Mailman

postoffice2Had to go to the Post Office to get some stamps for my mom’s b-day card. Asked K2 (2 1/2 years old) if he wanted to see the mailman. Agreed. The twins stayed at home with daddy to celebrate their 6 mo. old, mommy at work, and I got out of the house, holding his little hand. He is carrying a plastic container with a lid, fresh from the dishwasher. I don’t mind.
“You’ll be in the stroller,” I apprise the young man. I get the vehicle from the garage and try to lift the top in a sitting position. I don’t know how. I push and pull, and look under it to find a button or something. The little boy tries to help as well. In vain.
“You have to lie down,” I inform my subordinate. He wants to see the mailman anyway and he listens to me. Then off we go. He keeps opening and closing the lid on top of the container while we go down the hill. We cross the street and walk in the newly remodeled Post Office. Now he is allowed to sit up and watch the mailman as we are waiting in the line. When we get to the counter, I tell the postman he has an admirer. They wave at each other, I pay for the stamps and we are out the door. The little guy closes his eyes. I can see the plastic container gets heavy in his hand. “Well, you don’t fall asleep in the stroller. You sleep in your bed.”
He stays awake. He saw the mailman.

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Don’t Ask

biffar-doors-high-security-district-small-12820PHASE 1 – It might be easier to walk into the White House without appointment than into the 99c Store’s restroom on Harbor. It took two representatives, one out loud call on the store’s microphone, one guy from the loading section in the back and an angry security lady to finally open that door that had a 9 digit pass.
I felt honored. 
PHASE 2 – While inside, another victorious elderly lady with a walker stepped in the high security area next to me. When she kindly asked for some toilet paper, “If you, by any chance, have some to spare.” She stretched her hand under the little wall between stalls, and I handed her the treasure.
Sharing with others brings joy.
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