Some people complain that roses have thorns. But I am happy that thorns have roses.

Don't let your worries get the
> > best of you; remember, Moses started
> > out as a basket case.
> >
> > *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
> >
> > Some people are kind, polite, and
> >
> > sweet-spirited until you
> > try to sit in their pews.
> >
> > *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
> >
> > Many folks want to serve God,
> >
> > but only as
> > advisors.
> >
> > *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
> >
> > It is easier to preach ten sermons
> >
> > than it is to live
> > one.
> >
> > *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
> >
> > The good Lord didn't create
> > anything
> > without a purpose, but mosquitoes come
> > close.
> >
> > *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
> >
> > When you get to your wit's end,
> >
> > you'll find God
> > lives there.
> >
> > *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
> >
> > People are funny; they want the front
> >
> > of the bus, the middle
> > of the road, and
> > the back of the
> > church.
> >
> > *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
> >
> > Opportunity may knock once, but
> > temptation
> > bangs on your front door forever.
> >
> > *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
> >
> > Quit griping about your church;
> >
> > if it was perfect, you
> > couldn't belong.
> >
> > *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
> >
> > If the church wants a better pastor,
> >
> > it only needs to pray
> > for the one it has.
> >
> > *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
> >
> > God Himself does not propose to judge
> >
> > a man until he is dead.
> > So why should you?
> >
> > *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
> >
> > Some minds are like concrete
> > thoroughly mixed up and permanently
> > set.
> >
> > *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
> >
> > Peace starts with a smile.
> >
> > *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
> >
> > I don't know why some people
> > change churches; what difference does
> > it make which one you stay home from?
> >
> > *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
> >
> > A lot of church members who are singing
> >
> > "Standing on the
> > Promises"
> > are just sitting on
> > the premises.
> >
> > *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
> >
> > We were called to be witnesses,
> >
> > not lawyers or
> > judges.
> >
> > *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
> >
> > Be ye fishers of men. You catch
> >
> > them - He'll clean
> > them.
> >
> > *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
> >
> > Coincidence is when God
> >
> > chooses to remain
> > anonymous.
> >
> > *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
> >
> > Don't put a question mark
> >
> > where God put a
> > period.
> >
> > *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
> >
> > Don't wait for 6 strong men
> >
> > to take you to
> > church.
> >
> > *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
> >
> > Forbidden fruits create many jams.
> >
> > *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
> >
> > God doesn't call the qualified,
> >
> > He qualifies the
> > called.
> >
> > *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
> >
> > God grades on the cross, not the
> > curve.
> >
> > *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
> >
> > God loves everyone, but probably
> > prefers
> > "fruits of the spirit" over
> > "religious nuts!"
> >
> > *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
> >
> > God promises a safe landing,
> >
> > not a calm
> > passage.
> >
> > *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
> >
> > He who angers you, controls you!
> >
> > *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
> >
> > If God is your Co-pilot - swap seats!
> >
> > *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
> >
> > Prayer:
> >
> > Don't give God instructions -- just report for
> > duty!
> >
> > *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
> >
> > The task ahead of us is never as
> > great as the Power behind us.
> >
> > *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
> >
> > The Will of God never takes you to
> > where the Grace of God will not protect
> > you.
> >
> > *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
> >
> > We don't change the message,
> >
> > the message changes
> > us.
> >
> > *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
> >
> > You can tell how big a person is
> >
> > by what it takes to
> > discourage him.
> >
> > *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
> >
> > The best mathematical equation
> >
> > I have ever seen:
> >
> > 1 cross + 3 nails = 4 given.
> >
> > *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
> >
> > If this e-mail blessed you in a
> > profound
> > way today my Dear Friend, PLEASE pass
> >
> > this along to bless
> > them today,
> > tomorrow and ALWAYS!
> >
> > May God and His Son
> > bless you
> > from today on out!
> >
> > I bet someone will LOVE
> > it
> > just as much as you
> > did.

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Always remember, there is someone who feels the same way you felt before. You are NOT alone.

I've just receive this email and it was very touching. Thought of sharing it to all of you.

Dear Mommy,
I am in Heaven now, sitting on Jesus' lap.
He loves me and cries with me; for my heart has been broken.
I so wanted to be your little girl. I don't quite understand what has happened.
I was so excited when I began realizing my existence.
I was in a dark, yet comfortable place. I saw I had fingers and toes.
I was pretty far along in my developing, yet not near ready to leave my surroundings.
I spent most of my time thinking or sleeping.
Even from my earliest days, I felt a special bonding between you and me.
Sometimes I heard you crying and I cried with you. Sometimes you would yell or scream, then cry.
I heard Daddy yelling back.
I was sad, and hoped you would be better soon.
I wondered why you cried so much. One day you cried almost all of the day.
I hurt for you. I couldn't imagine why you were so unhappy.
That same day, the most horrible thing happened.
A very mean monster came into that warm, comfortable place I was in.
I was so scared, I began screaming, but you never once tried to help me.
Maybe you never heard me.
The monster got closer and closer as I was screaming and screaming,
"Mommy, Mommy, help me please; Mommy, help me."
Complete terror is all I felt.
I screamed and screamed until I thought I couldn't anymore.
Then the monster started ripping my arms off.
It hurt so bad; the pain I can never explain.
It didn't stop. Oh, how I begged it to stop.
I screamed in horror as it ripped my leg off.
Though I was in such complete pain, I was dying.
I knew I would never see your face or hear you say how much you love me.
I wanted to make all your tears go away.
I had so many plans to make you happy.
Now I couldn't; all my dreams were shattered.
Though I was in utter pain and horror, I felt the pain of my heart breaking, above all.
I wanted more than anything to be your daughter.
No use now, for I was dying a painful death.
I could only imagine the terrible things that they had done to you.
I wanted to tell you that I love you before I was gone, but I didn't know the words you could understand.
And soon, I no longer had the breath to say them; I was dead.
I felt myself rising. I was being carried by a huge angel into a big beautiful place.
I was still crying, but the physical pain was gone.
The angel took me to Jesus and set me on His lap.
He said He loved me, and He was my Father. Then I was happy. I asked Him what the thing was that killed me. He answered, "Abortion.
I am sorry, my child; for I know how it feels."
I don't know what abortion is;
I guess that's the name of the monster.
I'm writing to say that I love you and to tell you how much I wanted to be your little girl.
I tried very hard to live.
I wanted to live. I had the will, but I couldn't; the monster was too powerful.
It sucked my arms and legs off and finally got all of me. It was impossible to live.
I just wanted you to know I tried to stay with you.
I didn't want to die.
Also, Mommy, please watch out for that abortion monster.
Mommy, I love you and I would hate for you to go through the kind of pain I did.
Please be careful.
Love,

Your Baby Girl


Think twice before you decide to kill your baby.