The Precious Stone

A wise woman who was traveling in the mountains found a very unique and precious stone in a small river. The next day she met another traveller who was hungry, and the wise woman opened her pack to share her food.

The hungry traveler saw the special stone in the wise woman's bag, appreciated it, and asked the wise woman to give it to him. The wise woman did so without hesitation. The traveler left, rejoicing in his good luck. He knew the stone was worth enough to live peacefully for the rest of his life. But a few days later he came back, searching for the wise woman. When he found her, he returned the stone and said:

I have been thinking. I know how valuable this stone is, but I give it back to you in the hope that you can give me something much more precious. If you can, give me what you have within you that enabled you to give me the stone.

I Got Flowers Today

(Dedicated to all Battered Women)
I got flowers today!
It wasn't my birthday or any other special day;
We had our first argument last night;
And he said a lot of cruel things that really hurt;
I know that he is sorry and didn't mean to say the things he said;
Because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today!
It wasn't our anniversary or any other special day;
Last night he threw me into a wall and then started choking me;
It seemed unreal, a nightmare, but you wake up from nightmares;
And I woke up this morning sore and bruised all over — but I know he is sorry;
Because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today!
And it wasn't Valentines Day or any other special day;
Last night he beat me and threatened to kill me;
Make-up and long sleeves didn't hide the cuts and bruises this time;
I couldn't go to work today because I didn't want anyone to know — but I know he's sorry;
Because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today!
And it wasn't Mother's Day or any other special day;
Last night he beat me again, and it was worse than all of the other times;
If I leave him, what will I do? How will I take care of the kids? What about money?
I'm afraid of him, but I'm too scared and dependent to leave him! But he must be sorry;
Because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today….
Today was a special day — it was the day of my funeral;
Last night he killed me;
If only I would have gathered the courage and strength to leave him;
I could have received help from the Women's Shelter, but I didn't ask for their help;
So I got flowers today — for the last time.
By Paulette Kelly

The Teacup

There was a couple who used to go to England to shop in the beautiful stores. They both liked antiques and pottery and especially teacups. This was their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary.
One day in this beautiful shop they saw a beautiful teacup. They said, "May we see that? We've never seen one quite so beautiful." As the lady handed it to them, suddenly the teacup spoke.
"You don't understand," it said. "I haven't always been a teacup. There was a time when I was red and I was clay." My master took me and rolled me and patted me over and over and I yelled out, "let me alone", but he only smiled, "Not yet."
"Then I was placed on a spinning wheel," the teacup said, "and suddenly I was spun around and around and around. Stop it! I'm getting dizzy!" I screamed. But the master only nodded and said, 'Not yet."
Then he put me in the oven. I never felt such heat. I wondered why he wanted to burn me, and I yelled and knocked at the door. I could see him through the opening and I could read his lips as He shook his head, "Not yet."

Finally the door opened, he put me on the shelf, and I began to cool. "There, that's better," I said. And he brushed and painted me all over. The fumes were horrible. I thought I would gag. "Stop it, stop it!" I cried. He only nodded, "Not yet."
Then suddenly he put me back into the oven, not like the first one. This was twice as hot and I knew I would suffocate. I begged. I pleaded. I screamed. I cried. All the time I could see him through the opening nodding his head saying, "Not yet."
Then I knew there wasn't any hope. I would never make it. I was ready to give up. But the door opened and he took me out and placed me on the shelf. One hour later he handed me a mirror and said, "Look at yourself." And I did. I said, "That's not me; that couldn't be me. It's beautiful. I'm beautiful." "I want you to remember, then," he said, "I know it hurts to be rolled and patted, but if I had left you alone, you'd have dried up. I know it made you dizzy to spin around on the wheel, but if I had stopped, you would have crumbled. I knew it hurt and was hot and disagreeable in the oven, but if I hadn't put you there, you would have cracked. I know the fumes were bad when I brushed and painted you all over, but if I hadn't done that, you never would have hardened; you would not have had any color in your life. And if I hadn't put you back in that second oven, you wouldn't survive for very long because the hardness would not have held. Now you are a finished product. You are what I had in mind when I first began with you."
MORAL:
God knows what He's doing (for all of us).
He is the Potter, and we are His clay.
He will mold us and make us,
So that we may be made into a flawless piece of work
To fulfill His good, pleasing, and perfect will.
No temptation has seized you except what is common to man.
And God is faithful; he will not tempt you beyond what you can bear.
(1 Corinthians 10:13)
Author Unknown

A Tribute to ME

I AM SPECIAL. I AM BLESSED.
There is nobody on this earth who looks exactly like me. I have UNIQUE talents and personality.
I was born to fulfill a purpose that nobody else can. God has designated me with that responsibility because only I am equipped to do so. I am queen in my own right. I need no permission to be me. I am good just the way I am. All that God created is wonderful, and I am SUPER WONDERFUL!

I am DIVINITY, I am linked to the supreme core and I have a role to play in this world drama. I have all that I require and most of it comes from within. There is no need to impress anyone. I was BORN inherently IMPRESSIVE.
CONGRATULATIONS ON BEING ME!

It isn't What you Have but What you Are

It isn't what you have but what you are, that makes life worth while.

Some people can gloat at the downfall of others, keep in mind never to forget we could be next. If we can humble ourselves enough to try and walk in another shoes, then for sure the world will be a better place to live in.

And why would we want this? Because what ain't meet us ain't pass us! Gossip is sweet, I know but we must have understanding and empathy for others. The facts of life is that some of us have planted some seeds that we will reap the equivalent of, remember to empathize with the other person. We who want someone else to be understanding and forgiving.

Going through a tough time what is needed is an extension of our hearts, hands and to some extent our prayers.

I Am Strong and Blessed

Sometimes I find myself in situations that my not necessarily be right or divinely designed for me, and I am convinced that when I am where I'm supposed to be even though there may be some challenges along the way, I will by extension be happy, I see happiness as a symbolic expression or an attempt to express the radiance of the divine shining through me.

We all know when we are being celebrated or just simply being tolerated, I think of those experiences, situations and people who brought happiness to my life and then there were those areas of time when I know in my inner deep place of knowing that I were being tolerated. Then I find myself in the valley of indecision, I feel that I have no option or way out, but the challenge is always what choice to make, do I make the choice myself or do I wait for someone else to make the choice for me? The choice which will affect my life. Well frankly this is as good as it gets even though I am as miserable as I can ever be.

Heaven and hell isn't somewhere or some place out of this world it's here and now but who says things can't get better or that I do not deserve better who says that I DO NOT because I am woman, I am strong and blessed. Blessed.

I Am Woman A Motivational Poem From The Heart And Soul

I come in many shapes and colors

. I am soft and delicate, but nothing to play with.  I stand on my own two feet, I depend on one.

I am Woman, I am strong, beautiful, unique, a fighter and survivor. I am Woman, irresistible, seductive, sexy, and voluptuous. Yes I am

I play many roles, Mother, Aunt, Sister and Grandmother. I’m bad and loving it. Looking good like a woman should, I stand out like a skyscraper and stand strong like a house build with bricks.

I get a kick out of challenges, nothing holds me down.  I’m always ready for the next round. I do need love from a good man, a man that’s not afraid to really be what a man should.

I am Woman seducing you with the swing of my hips, temptation at its best.  My soft curves and my beautiful tresses are longing for your soft caress. I am defined by my mind not my beauty. One look in my eyes and you are mesmerize by my strength, my dedication and strive to survive.

I’m a proud lover and achiever letting no one astray me from my ambition. I’m more sensitive then the opposite sex, but I fight my battles and have won many wars. I hold it down like no other, protecting my children from life’s evil. Molding them into their best physically and morally and I must say I look pretty good doing it.

Woman to Woman we go through a lot struggling to be to be treated as equal in society and in relationships. We love hard with disregard of how we are sometimes treated. We deserve the best and never the less we will always be Queens of our throne.

I am proud of my womanhood, I am proud of who I am. Independent, strong willed, provider, nurturing and flamboyant of my style. I love driving men wild.

Loving who I am every part of me, I’m not perfected but I am a site to see.
I am Woman

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