Hello Friends....Over the last couple of years
we have had to "learn" to live
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
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There was an atheist couple who had a child.
couple never told their daughter anything about the
One night when the little girl was 5 years old,
the parents fought with each other and the dad
the Mom, right in front of the child.
Then, the dad
little girl watched it all.
She then was sent to a
The foster mother was a Christian and
took the child to church.
On the first day of Sunday
the foster mother told the teacher that the
girl had never heard of Jesus,
and to have patience
The teacher held up a picture of Jesus and
"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
into Diana Blessing's small hospital room.
It was the dead of
night and she was still groggy from surgery.
David, held her as they braced themselves for the latest news.
That rainy afternoon, March 10, 1991, complications
forced Diana, only twenty-four
weeks pregnant, to undergo
At twelve inches long and weighing only one
pound, nine ounces,
Danae Lu arrived by cesarean delivery.
They already knew she was perilously premature.
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
Numb with disbelief, David and Diana listened
doctor described the devastating problems
Danae could face if
She would probably never walk, or talk, or see.
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
David, fully awake, knew he must
confront his wife
with the inevitable.
David told Diana that they needed to talk
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
One day she will be just fine and she will be home with
As if willed to live by Diana's determination,
to life hour after hour.
But as those first rainy days passed,
a new agony set in for David and Diana.
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
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
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
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.
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!
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