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Hello Friends....Over the last couple of years
we have had to "learn" to live
without Jason....
I have found many meaningful
emails that have been a help to me
So I am sharing them here...
Where I know the author...I will add it
But as you know...most are just passed around many times
without us ever knowing where they came from
If something belongs to you...
Or someone you know...Please let me know
So I can give credit..Thank You




There was an atheist couple who had a child.
The couple never told their daughter anything about the Lord.
One night when the little girl was 5 years old,
the parents fought with each other and the dad
shot the Mom, right in front of the child.
Then, the dad shot himself.
The little girl watched it all.
She then was sent to a foster home.
The foster mother was a Christian and took the child to church.
On the first day of Sunday School,
the foster mother told the teacher that the girl had never heard of Jesus,
and to have patience with her.
The teacher held up a picture of Jesus and said,
"Does anyone know who this is?"
The little girl said, "I do,
that's the man who was holding me the night my parents died."




The Smell of Rain
A cold March wind danced around Dallas as the doctor
walked into Diana Blessing's small hospital room.
It was the dead of night and she was still groggy from surgery.
Her husband, David, held her as they braced themselves for the latest news.

That rainy afternoon, March 10, 1991, complications
had forced Diana, only twenty-four
weeks pregnant, to undergo emergency surgery.
At twelve inches long and weighing only one pound, nine ounces,
Danae Lu arrived by cesarean delivery.

They already knew she was perilously premature.
Still, the doctor's soft words dropped like bombs.
"I don't think she's going to make it,"
he said as kindly as he could. "There's only a 10 percent chance
she will live through the night.
If by some slim chance she does make it,
her future could be a very cruel one."
Numb with disbelief, David and Diana listened
as the doctor described the devastating problems
Danae could face if she survived.

She would probably never walk, or talk, or see.
She would be prone to other catastrophic conditions
from cerebral palsy to complete mental retardation,
and on and on.
Through the dark hours of morning
as Danae held onto life by the thinnest thread,
Diana slipped in and out of drugged sleep.
But she was determined that their daughter
would live to be a happy, healthy young girl.
David, fully awake, knew he must
confront his wife with the inevitable.
David told Diana that they needed to talk
about funeral arrangements. But Diana said,
"No, that is not going to happen.
No way! I don't care what the doctors say,
Danae is not going to die.
One day she will be just fine and she will be home with us."
As if willed to live by Diana's determination,
Danae clung to life hour after hour.
But as those first rainy days passed,
a new agony set in for David and Diana.
Because Danae's underdeveloped nervous system was
essentially "raw," the least kiss or caress
only intensified her discomfort, so they couldn't even cradle their tiny baby.
All they could do, as Danae struggled beneath the ultraviolet light,
was to pray that God would stay close to their precious little girl.

At last, when Danae was two months old,
her parents were able to hold her for the first time.
Two months later, she went home from the hospital
just as her mother predicted, even though
doctors grimly warned that her chances
of leading a normal life were almost zero.

Today, five years later, Danae is a petite
but feisty young girl with glittering gray eyes
and an unquenchable zest for life.
She shows no sign of any mental or physical impairment.
But that happy ending is not the end of the story.

One blistering summer afternoon in 1996 in Irving, Texas,
Danae was sitting in her mother's lap at the ball park
where her brother's baseball team was practicing.
As always, Danae was busy chattering when she suddenly fell silent.
Hugging her arms across her chest,
Danae asked her mom, "Do you smell that?"

Smelling the air and detecting a thunderstorm approaching,
Diana replied, "Yes, it smells like rain."
Danae closed her eyes again and asked,
"Do you smell that?"
Once again her mother replied, "Yes, I think we're about to get wet,
it smells like rain." Caught in the moment, Danae shook her head,
patted her thin shoulder and loudly announced,
"No, it smells like him. It smells like God
when you lay your head on His chest."
Tears blurred Diana's eyes as Danae happily hopped down to
play with the other children before the rain came.
Her daughter's words confirmed what Diana and
the rest of the Blessing family had known all along.
During those long days and nights of the first two months
of her life, when her nerves were too sensitive to be touched,
God was holding Danae on his chest,
and it is His scent that she remembers so well.

By Nancy Miller from Chicken Soup for the Christian Family Soul






I'm Still Here





Mother, please don't mourn for me
I'm still here, though you don't see.
I'm right by your side each night and day
and within your heart I long to stay.

My body is gone but I'm always near.
I'm everything you feel, see or hear.
My spirit is free, but I'll never depart
as long as you keep me alive in your heart.

I'll never wander out of your sight-
I'm the brightest star on a summer night.
I'll never be beyond your reach-
I'm the warm moist sand when you're at the beach.

I'm the colorful leaves when fall comes around
and the pure white snow that blankets the ground.
I'm the beautiful flowers of which you're so fond,
The clear cool water in a quiet pond.

I'm the first bright blossom you'll see in the spring,
The first warm raindrop that April will bring.
I'm the first ray of light when the sun starts to shine,
and you'll see that the face in the moon is mine.

When you start thinking there's no one to love you,
you can talk to me through the Lord above you.
I'll whisper my answer through the leaves on the trees,
and you'll feel my presence in the soft summer breeze.

I'm the hot salty tears that flow when you weep
and the beautiful dreams that come while you sleep.
I'm the smile you see on a baby's face.
Just look for me, Mother, I'm everyplace!
~Author Unknown~


Author Unknown








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