The Sun Always Returns After the Rain
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| Blog Name: | The Sun Always Returns After the Rain |
| Url: | http://diony-george.blogspot.com/ |
| Language: | English |
| Topics: | hope, help, healing |
| Description: | Challenges can only beat us down if we let them, it is an individual choice to rise up and become stronger than before--adversity teaches us lessons that cannot be learned any other way. A piece of hard black coal can never become a sparkling diamond if it isn't first immersed in a refiner's fire. Together we can make a difference. Together we can find the answers. Together we can find the strength to create change. |
| Popularity: | 96 Followers |
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The Big Night
My son Gilbert was eight years old and had been in Cub Scouts only a short time. During one of his meetings he was handed a sheet of paper, a block of wood and four tires and told to return home and give all to "dad."That was not an easy task for Gilbert to do. Dad was not receptive to doing things with his son. But Gilbert tried.Dad read the paper and scoffed at the idea of making a pine wood derby car with his young, eager son. The
My son Gilbert was eight years old and had been in Cub Scouts only a short time. During one of his meetings he was handed a sheet of paper, a block of wood and four tires and told to return home and give all to "dad."That was not an easy task for Gilbert to do. Dad was not receptive to doing things with his son. But Gilbert tried.Dad read the paper and scoffed at the idea of making a pine wood derby car with his young, eager son. The
A Mother's Prayer
There are many of you out there that can relate to Mickey's heartache. May you draw strength from her story, shared by T. Suzanne Eller. Hold fast to the truth, God knows and understands your pain and his strength will sustain you until the miracle your seeking arrives."Mickey's son was raised in church. He once served as a leader in his youth group. When he first started d
There are many of you out there that can relate to Mickey's heartache. May you draw strength from her story, shared by T. Suzanne Eller. Hold fast to the truth, God knows and understands your pain and his strength will sustain you until the miracle your seeking arrives."Mickey's son was raised in church. He once served as a leader in his youth group. When he first started d
"You'll be fine"
It was a scorching hot day in the middle of August when I pulled off the highway at the 7-Eleven gas station I regularly used. I was anxious to fill up the tank and return home to my air-conditioned house. I'd been running errands all morning and my energy was zapped from the heat. At the first available pump I came to, I parked, and shut of
It was a scorching hot day in the middle of August when I pulled off the highway at the 7-Eleven gas station I regularly used. I was anxious to fill up the tank and return home to my air-conditioned house. I'd been running errands all morning and my energy was zapped from the heat. At the first available pump I came to, I parked, and shut of
Hurt or Beauty?
My aunt has grown roses for years. When I was in middle school and my family was falling apart, I went to live with my aunt for almost a year. I remember her telling me not to run through her rose garden. After all, she had what seemed like hundreds of other acres that unfolded in wide open fields. I could run there. But I didn't want to. I only wanted to run through the rose garden.
My aunt has grown roses for years. When I was in middle school and my family was falling apart, I went to live with my aunt for almost a year. I remember her telling me not to run through her rose garden. After all, she had what seemed like hundreds of other acres that unfolded in wide open fields. I could run there. But I didn't want to. I only wanted to run through the rose garden.
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