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Live a God-filled life and it will be only natural that you will express enthusiasm

for life, joy, laughter and happiness. Lord, may the way I live always express my

love for You.

Scripture for the day:

"The woman said to herself, 'If I only touch his cloak, I will be made

well.' Jesus turned, and seeing her he said, 'Take heart, daughter;

your faith has made you well.'" ~Matthew 9:21-22

Meditation for the day:

This is the time for my spirit to touch the spirit of God. I can know

that the feeling of God's touch is more important than all the

sensations of material things. With just a moment's contact, all the

fever of life can leave me. Then I can be well, whole, calm and able to

rise and minister to others. God's touch is a potent healer. I can

feel that touch and sense God's presence.

Prayer for the day:

I pray that the fever of resentments, worry and fear may melt into

nothingness. I pray that health, joy, peace and serenity may take its

place.

Amen to that prayer above!

Hello my friends! Today was a busy day - After our Palm Sunday Mass - we had a chicken dinner - he grilled, and we were invited to our friends' place for a visit - friends we've known about 30 years! Met them on a retreat and stayed good friends. They live where we used to live. It was very nice to catch up with our lives and she served us a nice early supper because they knew we had our Consoling the Heart of Jesus class at six. I bought a new book there - it's called "Heaven is Real But So is H-ell" by Vassula Ryden. Was told it was a book you have a hard time putting down. So today I had many blessings all throughout the day and hope you did too!! Praying for you all and thanks for your prayers for us.

Crabby Old Man

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home

in North Platte , Nebraska , it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.

Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions,

they found this poem.. Its quality and content so impressed the

staff that copies were made and distributed to every

nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Missouri .

The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in

the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the St. Louis Association

for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been

made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world,

is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet..

Crabby Old Man

What do you see nurses? . . . .. . What do you see?

What are you thinking . . . . . When you're looking at me?

A crabby old man . . . . . Not very wise,

Uncertain of habit . . . . . With faraway eyes?

Who dribbles his food . . . . . And makes no reply.

When you say in a loud voice . . . . . 'I do wish you'd try!'

Who seems not to notice . . . . . The things that you do.

And forever is losing . . . . . A sock or shoe?

Who, resisting or not . . . . .. Lets you do as you will,

With bathing and feeding . . . . . The long day to fill?

Is that what you're thinking? . . . . . Is that what you see?

Then open your eyes, nurse . . . . . You're not looking at me.

I'll tell you who I am. . . . . . As I sit here so still,

As I do at your bidding, . . . . . As I eat at your will.

I'm a small child of Ten . .. . . . With a father and mother,

Brothers and sisters . . . . . Who love one another.

A young boy of Sixteen . . . . With wings on his feet..

Dreaming that soon now . . . . . A lover he'll meet.

A groom soon at Twenty . . . . . My heart gives a leap.

Remembering, the vows . . . . .. That I promised to keep.

At Twenty-Five, now . . . . . I have young of my own.

Who need me to guide . . . . . And a secure happy home.

A man of Thirty . . . . . My young now grown fast,

Bound to each other . . . . . With ties that should last.

At Forty, my young sons . . . . . Have grown and are gone,

But my woman's beside me . . . . . To see I don't mourn.

At Fifty, once more, babies play 'round my knee,

Again, we know children . . . .. . My loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me . . . . . My wife is now dead.

I look at the future . . . . . Shudder with dread.

For my young are all rearing . . . . . Young of their own.

And I think of the years . . . . . And the love that I've known.

I'm now an old man . . . . . And nature is cruel.

Tis jest to make old age . . . .. . Look like a fool.

The body, it crumbles . . . . . Grace and vigor, depart.

There is now a stone . .. . . Where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass . . . . . A young guy still dwells,

And now and again . . . . . My battered heart swells.

I remember the joys . . . . . I remember the pain.

And I'm loving and living . . . .. . Life over again.

I think of the years, all too few . . . . . Gone too fast.

And accept the stark fact . . . . That nothing can last.

So open your eyes, people . . . . . Open and see.

Not a crabby old man . . . Look closer . . . See ME!!

Remember this poem when you next meet

An older person who you might brush aside

Without looking at the young soul within.

We will all, one day, be there, too!

PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM

The best and most beautiful things of

This world can't be seen or touched.

They must be felt by the heart.

We Are Made for Happiness

We are made for happiness. It's the point of our existence.

Nobody ever does anything but try to make themselves happy.

So why isn't everybody happy?

Because we do not seek happiness where it is found: in God.

We seek happiness in almost everything. Food, s&x, money, power, the usual suspects.

And these things provide a measure of happiness, to be sure.

Indeed, some forms of happiness are nobler than others but even the lowest are good as far as they go.

A really good piece of chocolate is good, but not as noble and good

as the happiness derived from friendship, or the love of a spouse.

But even these nobler forms of happiness are not, in the end, enough.

After that good marriage, the great job, the involvement in the charitable work,

the adopted children, even the life of self-sacrifice such as Mother Teresa's,

the soul still cries out for happiness which is ultimately found only in God.

Compared to that happiness, all our happiness is like straw, good as it is.

Mother Teresa, who was wise, knew this and sought all her happiness in God, where she found it.

We, who are often fools, seek ultimate happiness here on earth.

But when what is good becomes the rival of what is best, it becomes an idol - the tent of the wick ed.

That is why our life is a long process of dying to ourselves and living to God.

God desires that we have what is best, not that we settle for what is second best.

Today, ask God for what is best and receive it with joy. It's the only way to happiness.

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Proverbs 17:22 - Being cheerful keeps you healthy.

Good Things To Remember

Stop trying to please others - it doesn't work.

Start pleasing yourself.

Make sure your shoe souls are clean when you're walking through someone else's life.

Upon awakening each day, use the following quotation.. " Thank You God, for this day...

let's get out there and see what wonderful stuff we can accomplish "TOGETHER".

Always praise a person for a job well done.

Praise your children often.

Words we should say more often: "LOVE YOU".

Never say good-bye or good night to your husband, child, mother, father, dear friends, without making sure they've heard or felt your "LOVE YOU" message.

Remember that the world does not expect you to be more than you are capable of being, but it does expect you to try to live up to all that you were created for.

You can't turn back the clock, but you can wind it up again.

Christ entered Jerusalem amidst the shade of the palm

Greeted by thousands upon thousands who meant him no harm

He entered knowing full well his fate on the cross

A selfless sacrifice to save us all from eternal loss

I beseech you my brethren please do not turn away

He is with us with each moment of every day

He arrived on a donkey, with humility he came

But in heaven our saviour does gloriously reign

My redeemer, my brother, my best friend, my Lord

His message of love should not be ignored

For just as he found comfort in the sea of the palm

Find solace in our saviour for he will bring your life calm

(Joseph Youssef)

Palm Sunday, in Christianity, is the Sunday before Easter.

It is the first day of the Holy Week. Palm Sunday celebrates

the story of Jesus' triumphal entry into Jerusalem,

where people spread palm leaves and clothing before Him.

Please, take a few moments to picture in your mind

Jesus riding into Jerusalem on a donkey,

and people welcoming him with Palm leaves.

Over the next few days Jesus would be crucified

and then rise from the dead.

May you have a blessed Holy Week!