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I dont know what to do with myself

I just dont know what to do with myself
I dont know what to do with myself
planning everything for two
doing everything with you
and now that were through
I just dont know what to do
I just dont know what to do with myself
I dont know what to do with myself
movies only make me sad
parties make me feel as bad
cause Im not with you
I just dont know what to do
like a summer rose
needs the sun and rain
I need your sweet love
to beat love away
well I dont know what to do with myself
just dont know what to do with myself
planning everything for two
doing everything with you
and now that were through
I just dont know what to do
like a summer rose
needs the sun and rain
I need your sweet love
to beat love away
I just dont know what to do with myself
just dont know what to do with myself
just dont know what to do with myself
I dont know what to do with myself

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The Difference Between a “Gate” and a “Door”

God has been ministering to my heart about the “Gate”.
A gate is not the same thing as a “Door”. You can kick down a door easily, even if it is locked up securely, you can find a way to knock it down. But a “Gate” is much stronger.

When I think of a gate I think of more security and more authority. Think about the gates of the fortresses in days of old, they were not just “doorways” they were “Gated” with strength and then you had to walk through a huge bricked tunnel to get into the city through another “Gate”. So, I hear the Spirit of the Lord saying that we can open doors on our own, but he is the one who opens the “Gates” and in this year he has opened the “Gates” that have beenbarricaded.

And now is the time. He has had a people on the back side of the mountain with him. He has been preparing them and holding them back for such a time as this. An obscure people, people that no one thought would amount to anything. The little,” no ones”. For he know that these will walk through the “Gates” humbly. I can see him with a huge key, a key of “Destiny” a Master key that fits all locks and he has opened ever gate that has been shut. Gates that we thought we would never or could never walk through.

But we are rising up and hearing the voice of our Father saying “Rise Up, Come Up Hither and Walk Through Your Gates today

Have A Bless Day

Time and Place

Will somehow find
a way to shine
if sometime seems
it’s out of time?
Sometimes might be
better found
with the minutes
ticking round.
If you find some
times you’re scared,
remember Jesus
has always cared.
He will somehow
sometimes true
allow something’s
to be with you.
So when sometime
shows its face,
remember it has
time and place.

— By Bill Pearce



I refuse to be discouraged,
To be sad, or to cry;
I refuse to be downhearted,
and here’s the reason why:

I have a God who’s mighty,
Who’s sovereign and supreme;
I have a God who loves me,
and I am on His team.

He is all-wise and powerful.
Jesus is His name;
Though everything is changeable,
My God remains the same.

My God knows all that’s happening;
Beginning to the end;
His presence is my comfort;
He is my dearest Friend.

When sickness comes to weaken me,
To bring my head down low,
I call upon my mighty God;
Into His arms I go.

When circumstances threaten
to rob me of my peace;
He draws me close unto His breast,
Where all my strivings cease.

When my heart melts within me,
and weakness takes control;
He gathers me into His arms,
He soothes my heart and soul.

The great “I AM” is with me.
My life is in His hand;
The “Son of the Lord” is my hope,
It’s in His strength I stand.

I refuse to be defeated,
My eyes are on my God;
He has promised to be with me,
as through this life I trod.

I’m looking past all my circumstances,
To Heaven’s throne above;
My prayers have reached the heart of God
I’m resting in His love.

I give God thanks in everything.
My eyes are on His face;
The battle’s His, the victory mine;
He’ll help me win the race.


One of the greatest secrets of life is,
having Patience and Wisdom…


Paradise found…


I stroll
leisurely across
green grassy meadows,
feeling my feet sink into thick
soft luscious green cushion with every
step I take. I taste the warm sun upon
my skin, and wend my down to the soft
bubbling brook, which then glides gently,
meandering quietly into the forest ahead.


Canopied with outstretched arms
of verdant green, entwining and caressing,
like snakes in a courtship dance, swaying gently
to breeze blowing silently through them, I enter this
haven, a temple of perfect peace, a shelter to cool me from the morning sun.

Here I find relief beneath this creation of God.


Natures hand has played a roll, and as I wind my way around
obstacles that lay in my path, I notice, that within these fallen
trees, with burrowed holes, if I look closely enough, I find, nestling
creatures who have found their sanctuary here from roving eyes like mine.


Vegetation of emerald green, pulpy and plush, reach out and touch me as I
walk by. All this beauty that lies in my wake, I am lost, in Paradise found. I sit
myself down beneath an enormous forest fern, and dangle my feet into the cool
flowing crystal clear stream, that has coursed its way into the heart of Paradise.


I sit and contemplate a while, on serenity found.
Overhead I hear the soft melodic bird calls, and a flutter of wings
as these multicoloured creations fly from tree to tree. The soft whirring
sound, of butterfly wings, the shrill of the cicadas, which live in the trees.


All of this beauty, which soothes my tired senses.
Tiredness overwhelms me, and I lay back on a soft green moss carpet,
relaxing my body and mind, suddenly my eyes catch a glimpse of a prism
of light, barely peeping through a minute gap in this heavenly canopy.


My eyes follow the streak of glistening light, and it comes to
rest upon an autumnal coloured carpet, of red, yellow
and ochre of the fallen
leaves, that now
lay piled, creating the
mulches to fertilize
the new undergrowth,
which in time, will grow,
and may become the
majestic ones I now see.

© E. Bretton


Dreams

Posted on: February 7, 2009

When we were young, we had dreams and expectations. We imagine things, we keep thinking about what we want to be, what we want to do, what makes us proud and happy and what will we become.

We grew up, and things seemed like having its own way. We accept our success or failures and we move on. The rapid change, the need to do the urgent things, the works, the pressures and the failures, all kill part of our visions.

Things have changed, but they cannot really take away the dreams. We still have to dream on, to visualize our desires, our wants, our vision of our future, even when we are considered too old for such things.

Cornel Sanders started his business when he was sixty, and started the whole successful KFC business. The main thing is not the age – whether being too old, or too young, but it is the desire to dream on, and the courage to realize it.

Vivid visualization, taking it to sleep, thinking constantly about it, talking about it, planning it, adding all the spices to our dreams will make us a bit closer to the realization of our dreams.

Entrepreneurship starts with a dream, a simple wish of tiny restaurant operation, or a huge business of real-estate development, or a modest training center for English education, or just any other self-employed money learning fun.


The ability to dream on is one of the fine quality of human race that other species do not possess.So dream on, and put a deadline: make it a giant dream, a tiny one, an old everlasting one, a newfound one, a hobby related one, a change of life one, a religious one, a stupid one, a stroke-of-genius one, or just whatever…… just continue to dream on……..


Then,

Just Go and Do It!!!



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MISTAKES

Don’t judge others too harshly for their mistakes.

It really isn’t kind, and they already know they make plenty of mistakes.

Remember that you make mistakes, too.

Yours are different.

They are your mistakes, not someone else’s.

Only you can judge them.

And only others can judge their own mistakes.

I also make mistakes, and I can’t judge your mistakes by any measure of my own.

So be kind and don’t judge my mistakes…or anyone else’s.


Painting Moments


Painting a moment
with only a word
means it might surely
be what ones misheard.
Sometimes a moment
needs painted more well
with a little action
to help ones to tell.
For sometimes stories
of words by and by
might just be portrayed
to others as a lie.
So make your actions
to follow the view
as all the words
that are coming from you.
Painting a moment
needs a little style
textured with trueness
and not just a smile.
Let ones to know you
as you daily strive
and you’ll be happy
each day you’re alive.
Yes of course sadness
will venture on through,
yet it’s the sadness
that will expose true.
Painting a moment
with an empty inside
will only display
a long dusty ride.
Yet painting moments
with ones that you share
will bring you smiles
from ones love and care.

©By Bill Pearce

In Sight of the Day…

“Don’t be distracted by criticism.

Remember the only taste of success some people have

is when they take a bite out of you.”


Zig Ziglar
Author and Speaker