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The Meaning

To love is to share life together
to build special plans just for two
to work side by side
and then smile with pride
as one by one, dreams all come true.

To love is to help and encourage
with smiles and sincere words of praise
to take time to share
to listen and care
in tender, affectionate ways.

To love is to have someone special
one who you can always depend
to be there through the years
sharing laughter and tears
as a partner, a lover, a friend.

To love is to make special memories
of moments you love to recall
of all the good things
that sharing life brings
love is the greatest of all.

I've learned the full meaning
of sharing and caring
and having my dreams all come true;
I've learned the full meaning
of being in love
by being and loving with you.

- Kellie Spehn -




My Journey

This is my journey,
Journey through life
With every twist and turn
I laugh and cry as the road unwinds...
This is my journey,
And I've learn to fight
To make me strong enough
To lift me up
To make my dreams alive...



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We existed from all eternity and behold we are here and we shall exist till the end of time for our being has no end.




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REFLECTION

We sow our thoughts,
and we reap our actions.
We sow our actions,
and we reap our habits.
We sow our habits,
and we reap our character.
We sow our character,
and we reap our destiny.





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Don't Work Only For The Money

Normal is getting dress in clothes that you buy for work, driving through traffic is a car that you are still paying for, in order to get to the job that you need so you can pay for the clothes, car, and the house that you leave empty all day inorder to afford to live in it.

- Ellen Goodman, Columnist -



Many people are already working on something they love to do. But because they have a high spending lifestyle, they have to shift careers in order to earn more. But the second career isn't what they love doing-so they end up richer but miserable.
But when we spend less, we can work less.
When we work less, we can play more.
When we play more, we can take the time to be better human beings.
We will earn money but not at the expense of our faith, our loved ones, and ourselves.
The principle:
Satisfaction is not getting what you want, but wanting what you already have.

| "The Calling" dream at 9:18 AM on Tuesday, November 30, 2004



A Tiny Human Being In My Arms

"My son."

These two words didn't roll off my tongue easily. The first time I said it, it felt awkward. As it didn't something fit.

"My son."
It felt strange. As though I was reading a script of a play. I have to practice saying it a thousand times.

"My son... My son... My son..."

I started saying it the day I found out that I had a baby boy through my
wife's ultrasound test, and I kept saying it to myself daily. Finally, on the afternoon of September 1, 1997 my son was born. The nurse came out of the delivery room holding a tiny human being wrapped in a white sheet, his tiny face screaming to the entire world, his small hands and delicate fingers shaking nervously. "Baby Supnet?" the lady in the green surgical robe asked, looking at the room full of expectant fathers. I stood up, holding my breath. She showed me my baby.

"My son," I whispered--the line I'd been rehearsing for months.

The little guy screamed, "Waaaaaaaaaah!" I'm sure that everyone in that room will swear to their graves that they didn't hear my baby say that. But I don't care. I called him, "my son," and he called me "Dad", and that's that. End of story.
People ask me, "What did you feel at that precise moment?" and I cannot even begin to answer.

"Joyful" isn't powerful enough.
"Bliss" isn't sweet enough.
"Peaceful" isn't calm enough
"Happy" isn't intense enough.

After my baby was whisked away to the nursery, I got back to my seat in the waiting room. I shut my eyes. But tears escaped them anyway.

"My son."

| "The Calling" dream at 8:09 AM on Sunday, November 28, 2004