LEVEN'S ERVARINGEN

Sommige mensen gooien altijd stenen op je pad. Het hangt af van wat u met hen maakt; een muur of een brug? - Vergeet niet dat je de architect van je leven bent.
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Zoek naar een goed hart, maar zoek niet naar een mooi gezicht, want mooie dingen zijn niet altijd goed, maar goede dingen zijn altijd mooi.
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Het is niet belangrijk om alle goede kaarten in het leven te houden, maar het is belangrijk hoe goed je speelt met de kaarten die je vasthoudt.
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Vaak als we alle hoop verliezen en denken dat dit het einde is, onthoud God en bid, het is slechts een bocht, niet het einde. ' -
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Heb vertrouwen en heb een succesvol leven. Een van de fundamentele verschillen tussen God en de mens is, God geeft en vergeeft. Maar de mens krijgt en vergeet. Wees dankbaar in het leven ...
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Als u denkt dat het uw wekker is die u vanochtend wakker heeft gemaakt, probeer hem dan naast een lijk te leggen en u zult zich realiseren dat het de genade van God is die u wakker heeft gemaakt.
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Als je God dankbaar bent, stuur dit dan door aan al je vrienden om hen te laten weten dat het JULLIE DOOR DE GENADE VAN God is dat we leven ........

YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW

Good morning said a woman as she walked up to the man sitting on the ground.

The man slowly looked up.

This was a woman clearly accustomed to the finer things of life. Her coat was new.. She looked like she had never missed a meal in her life.

His first thought was that she wanted to make fun of him, like so many others had done before.. "Leave me alone," he growled....

To his amazement, the woman continued standing.

She was smiling -- her even white teeth displayed in dazzling rows. "Are you hungry?" she asked.

"No," he answered sarcastically. "I've just come from dining with the president. Now go away."

The woman's smile became even broader. Suddenly the man felt a gentle hand under his arm.

"What are you doing, lady?" the man asked angrily. "I said to leave me alone.

Just then a policeman came up. "Is there any problem, ma'am?" he asked..

"No problem here, officer," the woman answered. "I'm just trying to get this man to his feet. Will you help me?"

The officer scratched his head. "That's old Jack. He's been a fixture around here for a couple of years. What do you want with him?"

"See that cafeteria over there?" she asked. "I'm going to get him something to eat and get him out of the cold for awhile."

"Are you crazy, lady?" the homeless man resisted. "I don't want to go in there!" Then he felt strong hands grab his other arm and lift him up. "Let me go, officer. I didn't do anything."

"This is a good deal for you, Jack" the officer answered. "Don't blow it.."

Finally, and with some difficulty, the woman and the police officer got Jack into the cafeteria and sat him at a table in a remote corner. It was the middle of the morning, so most of the breakfast crowd had already left and the lunch bunch had not yet arrived...

The manager strode across the cafeteria and stood by his table. "What's going on here, officer?" he asked. "What is all this, is this man in trouble?"

"This lady brought this man in here to be fed," the policeman answered.

"Not in here!" the manager replied angrily. "Having a person like that here is bad for business.."

Old Jack smiled a toothless grin. "See, lady. I told you so. Now if you'll let me go. I didn't want to come here in the first place."

The woman turned to the cafeteria manager and smiled....... "Sir, are you familiar with Eddy and Associates, the banking firm down the street?"

"Of course I am," the manager answered impatiently. "They hold their weekly meetings in one of my banquet rooms."

"And do you make a godly amount of money providing food at these weekly meetings?"

"What business is that of yours?"

I, sir, am Penelope Eddy, president and CEO of the company."

"Oh."

The woman smiled again. "I thought that might make a difference." She glanced at the cop who was busy stifling a giggle. "Would you like to join us in a cup of coffee and a meal, officer?"

"No thanks, ma'am," the officer replied. "I'm on duty."

"Then, perhaps, a cup of coffee to go?"

"Yes, ma’am. That would be very nice."

The cafeteria manager turned on his heel, "I'll get your coffee for you right away, officer."

The officer watched him walk away. "You certainly put him in his place," he said.

"That was not my intent. Believe it or not, I have a reason for all this."

She sat down at the table across from her amazed dinner guest. She stared at him intently.. "Jack, do you remember me?"

Old Jack searched her face with his old, rheumy eyes. "I think so -- I mean you do look familiar."

"I'm a little older perhaps," she said. "Maybe I've even filled out more than in my younger days when you worked here, and I came through that very door, cold and hungry."

"Ma'am?" the officer said questioningly. He couldn't believe that such a magnificently turned out woman could ever have been hungry.

"I was just out of college," the woman began. "I had come to the city looking for a job, but I couldn't find anything. Finally I was down to my last few cents and had been kicked out of my apartment. I walked the streets for days. It was February and I was cold and nearly starving. I saw this place and walked in on the off chance that I could get something to eat."

Jack lit up with a smile. "Now I remember," he said.. "I was behind the serving counter. You came up and asked me if you could work for something to eat. I said that it was against company policy."

"I know," the woman continued. "Then you made me the biggest roast beef sandwich that I had ever seen, gave me a cup of coffee, and told me to go over to a corner table and enjoy it. I was afraid that you would get into trouble... Then, when I looked over and saw you put the price of my food in the cash register, I knew then that everything would be all right."

"So you started your own business?" Old Jack said.

"I got a job that very afternoon. I worked my way up. Eventually I started my own business that, with the help of God, prospered." She opened her purse and pulled out a business card.. "When you are finished here, I want you to pay a visit to a Mr. Lyons...He's the personnel director of my company. I'll go talk to him now and I'm certain he'll find something for you to do around the office." She smiled. "I think he might even find the funds to give you a little advance so that you can buy some clothes and get a place to live until you get on your feet... If you ever need anything, my door is always opened to you."

There were tears in the old man's eyes. "How can I ever thank you?" he said.

"Don't thank me," the woman answered. "To God goes the glory. Thank Jesus...... He led me to you."

Outside the cafeteria, the officer and the woman paused at the entrance before going their separate ways....

"Thank you for all your help, officer," she said.

"On the contrary, Ms. Eddy," he answered. "Thank you. I saw a miracle today, something that I will never forget. And.. And thank you for the coffee."

Pengantar tutup tahun

PERSOALAN HANYA *SEPELE*
Seorang wanita muda tengah duduk santai di dalam bis yang melaju ke tengah kota. Di satu pemberhentian bis, *seorang wanita tua yang cerewet dan berisik naik ke dalam bis dan duduk di samping wanita muda tadi.*

Tas-tas bawaannya yg berat dia tumpuk begitu saja di atas kursi, membuat wanita muda itu harus menggeser duduknya sambil setengah terjepit di antara tas-tas berat dan jendela bis.

Seorang pemuda yang duduk di bangku sebelah melihat kejadian itu menjadi kesal, dan bertanya kepada wanita muda itu, "Kenapa kamu tidak bicara saja, katakan pada wanita tua itu bahwa kamu terganggu..."

Wanita muda itu menjawab sambil tersenyum: _*"Saya rasa tidak perlu bersikap kasar dan beradu argumentasi untuk sesuatu yang sepele seperti ini, Perjalanan bersama kita ini terlalu singkat.*Sebentar lagi juga saya akan turun di perhentian bis berikutnya.."_

*Jawaban wanita muda tadi sangat pantas untuk ditulis dengan huruf emas*:

_"Kita tidak perlu berdebat untuk sesuatu yang sepele.. *Perjalanan kita bersama amat singkat."*_

Alangkah indahnya kalau masing-masing kita bisa menyadari bahwa _*Perjalanan hidup kita di dunia ini sangat singkat*_ sehingga kita tidak akan membuang waktu untuk membuat perjalanan hidup kita jadi suram dengan macam-macam *perdebatan, atau adu argumentasi* yang sengit dan tajam.

Kalau kita tahu bahwa _*Perjalanan hidup ini begitu singkat,*_ maka kita tidak akan mau membuang tenaga terus mengeluh, mengumpat, merasa tidak puas, bersikap mencari-cari kesalahan... karena semua hanya membuang waktu kita di perjalanan yang singkat ini.

Apakah seseorang sudah melukai bahkan menghancurkan hatimu? Tetaplah tenang, _*Perjalanan hidupmu terlalu singkat.*_

Apakah seseorang sudah menghianati kamu, mengejek-ejek kamu, menipu atau bahkan menghina kamu? Tetaplah tenang, maafkan mereka, karena _*Perjalanan hidup kita sangat singkat.*_

Apapun masalah yang dibuat oleh orang lain kepada kita, mari kita selalu ingat bahwa *_Perjalanan hidup kita sangat singkat._*

Tidak seorang pun yang tahu kapan waktu _*Perjalanan hidupnya akan berakhir.*_

Tidak ada orang yang tahu kapan dia akan tiba di perhentian bis yang berikutnya. _*Perjalanan hidup kita bersama sangat singkat..*_

_Mari kita saling memberikan kebahagiaan kepada keluarga dan teman-teman kita.._

_Mari kita saling menaruh hormat, saling berbuat baik dan saling memaafkan satu dengan yang lain.._

_Mari kita isi hidup ini dg rasa syukur dan bersukacita selalu.._

Kalau saya pernah menyakiti hati teman-teman semua, mohon dimaafkan.. Bila sahabat atau saudaraku pernah menyakiti hatiku, sudah saya maafkan semuanya karena.. _*Perjalanan hidup kita terlalu singkat.*_

SELAMAT MENYONGSONG TAHUN BARU 1 JANUARI 2018.

Perfect Love
Perfect Love Is Not Receiving, Its Giving And Forgiving.
Perfect Love Is Not Red Roses On Valentine Day, Its The 
Rest Of The 364 Days Of Knowing You Love Someone.
Perfect Love Is Not Phone Calls And Stolen Kisses, Its 
The Silent Smiles, In Memory Of Your Sweetheart.
Perfect Love Is Not A Grand Wedding, But Spending A 
Lifetime Together.
Perfect Love Is Not Fight-Kiss-And-Make-Up, Its Loving 
The One Who Annoys You.
Perfect Love Is The Love That God Gives To You.
Do You Love Someone Perfectly?

Interpretation of Prayer

Prayer doesn't just happen when we kneel or put our hands together and focus and expect things from God.

Thinking positive and wishing good for others is a prayer.

When you hug a friend.
That's a prayer.

When you cook something to nourish family and friends.
That's a prayer.

When we send off our near and dear ones and say, 'drive safely' or 'be safe'.
That's a prayer.

When you are helping someone in need by giving your time and energy.
You are praying.

When you forgive someone by your heart.
That is prayer.

Prayer is a vibration. A feeling. A thought. Prayer is the voice of love, friendship, genuine relationships, genuine concern. Prayer is an expression of your silent being

Ik geef je Mijn Geest

Ik geef je Mijn vrede. Ik reik jou Mijn hand.

Ik geef je Mijn stertkte. Door Mij houd je stand.

Ik geef je genade, een teken van trouw.

Ik ben als een Vader. Ik ben er voor jou.

Ik geef je Mijn blijdschap. Ik geef je Mijn kracht.

Ik geef je Mijn uitzicht, het licht in de nacht.

Ik geef je Mijn warmte, een vuur in de kou.

Ik geef je Mijn liefde. Ik ben er voor jou.

Ik geef je Mijn toekomst. Ik geef je Mijn troost.

Want Ik zal beschermen wat zwak is en broos.

Ik geef je Mijn stilte die nimmer benauwt.

In Mij mag je rusten. Ik ben er voor jou.

Ik geef je Mijn vriendschap. Een arm om je heen.

Ik geef je Mijn woord. Je bent nooit meer alleen.

Ik geef je Mijn leven, omdat ik van je hou.

Ik geef je Mijn Geest, want ik ben er voor jou.

Al je vragen en zorgen vinden rust in Mij.

Dus wees maar geborgen. Ik sta aan je zij.

Ik heb alles gegeven, wat jij niet verdient.

Ik wil in jou leven, want ik ben jouw Vriend.

Cornelia Theresia Frederik-Suoth

1935-2016

I thought of you with love today but that is nothing new.

          I thought of you yesterday and days before that too.

          I think  of you in silence as I often speak your name.

         All I have are memories and your picture in a frame

          Your memory is my keepsake with which I'll never part.

          God has you in His keeping.  I have you in my heart.

“It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.” 
― Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy

A POWERFUL STORY ABOUT LIFE ITSELF.

“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. "I want a divorce." I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly: "Why?" I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, "you are not a man!" That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.


The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into our bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door every morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, "daddy is holding mommy in his arms". His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; "don’t tell our son about the divorce". I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, "Dad, it’s time to carry mom out". To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, "I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy".

 I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, "Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore."She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. "Sorry, Jane", I said, "I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart." Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.

 At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, "I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart."

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed -dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. If you are not in a relationship now, remember this for the second (or third) time around. It's never too late.