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Howdy Folks and Happy April Fool’s Day!
It’s funny how we spend half of our lives working to achieve success, do the
right things, and buy the right stuff trying to be a great and powerful
person. And the other half of the time
we apologize for, deny, or try to hide our power and how great of a person we
really are!
My suggestion: Give up all the trying and just accept that each and every one of us is a wonderful, powerful, loving, Divine being. In short, a great person!
Spend a few moments seeing your Self this way… Now spend a few moments seeing everyone else in the same light… Notice the shift of energy, of perception. There’s no need to compete or struggle, to hide or apologize because we’re all just being who we are.
So, my Friend, the time has come to accept it.
YOU are a wonderful, powerful, loving, Divine
being. You’re a great person!
And so is everyone around you.
[That’s no joke!]
With Peace, Love, Happiness, Health, and Prosperity…
Rev. Jeanette
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1.
Happy Birthday, Sir Froggie!
Keep Smilin’! And keep bringing
your amphibious wisdom to brighten our days.
It’s been quite a journey and it’s only getting better from here!
2.
What kind of day will today
be?
The
kind of
A little pro-active positive programming can go a long way
in creating our heart’s desires. All of
our thoughts have energy. Energy
attracts like energy. Think about your
desires for today. What would you like to experience in the next 24 hours? Allow yourself to see it manifesting in your
mind’s eye and feel it happening in your body so the energy of your thoughts and
emotions draws it to you. Affirm it on the lines below!
Today, I desire
and experience…
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I affirm the following positive reality:
“I have faith in the unlimited
loving power of the Universe.”
— © Louise Hay
Do you have a positive affirmation that works for you? Share your affirmation with SFPNN! It might be selected as one of next month’s daily affirmations!
E-mail us at: “AFFIRMATION”
3.
“We’re here to recognize our own
magnificence and divinity…”
— © You CAN
Heal Your Life – by Louise Hay
4.
Have
YOU Experienced Soul Magic?
Miracles happen every day in every way. Those amazing things, big and small, which touch our heart and soul can seem absolutely magical. They often leave us with a profound feeling which goes beyond anything we can explain with logic. Sometimes they change us for just a brief moment, filling us to overflowing with awe and wonder, gratitude, a sense of connection to something bigger, or even renewed faith. Other times they are literally life changing.
As the editor of SFPNN, I personally invite you to share your Soul Magic experiences with us.
You don't have to be a professional writer, just talk into the page and tell us your story! E-mail: SOUL MAGIC
For more Soul Magic visit: http://www.sfpnn.com/soul_magic.htm
5. Soul Magic
BLOWN IN THE
by David McLaughlan of
Because my wife is one of those religious types she has a fair old collection of laminated cards and bookmarks with Bible quotes or inspirational messages. Some were given to her by friends and some by family members no longer with us. Quite a few of them mark passages in her Bible, while a whole other collection live in her diary - or should I say "lived" in her diary?
Just this morning she had left the dentist's surgery and was rushing to catch a bus on her way to meeting me for coffee. The road she crossed happened to be the junction of two main thoroughfares, four lanes of busy traffic.
Half way across she realized her shoulder bag was hanging open. Out flew her diary and all those little cards scattered across the tarmac. Snatching up the diary she dodged the traffic and made it safely to the other side.
She told me about this over coffee. Wasn't there any chance of gathering them up, I asked? But no, and I knew she would have if she could because one of those cards had been from her mum who died last year and it was very dear to her.
Afterwards we were off on our separate ways again, but I made sure my way found me by that busy section of road. By now the rain was pouring down and folk must have wondered at this man, walking slowly, inspecting gutters and drains, when everyone else was hurrying to get to shelter.
Well, I found one. I would have wished it was my mother in law's card, but, no, it was a laminated tract made by a friend from her church. I walked that stretch of road several times and inspected the gardens, driveways, bus shelters and even bins. Those other cards simply weren't there any more.
Funnily enough, the whole situation reminded me of dandelions, those beautiful yellow weeds. In full bloom they mimic the sun and towards the end of their time they become white puffballs of seeds. But the purpose of their existence isn't fully realized until a stiff wind catches them, dispersing the seeds here and there. And in due time a whole new crop of dandelions will come to be.
Those messages, those words of hope and salvation that had blown onto the road, weren't left lying about the place. I'd looked closely enough to be convinced that a good proportion of them simply must have been picked up by passers-by.
The seeds had been scattered. Doubtless some would land on fertile soil and spark off a question, a thought, a hope. Maybe, in time, there would be a new crop of believers. Who knows?
Oh, and the message on the card I found? "Finally, brothers, pray for us that the message of the Lord may spread rapidly and be honored, just as it was with you."
— © David McLaughlan
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6.
attention PET OWNERS &
Animal Lovers!
Has your life been touched by a special pet or an encounter with an
awesome animal?
Has your fur baby warmed your heart, brought a smile to your face or made you laugh out loud? Does you pet have a permanent place in your heart?
Have you encountered or observed an animal in the wild that left a strong impression on you or led you to an inspiring insight?
Share your “Fuzzy Tale” with SFPNN! E-mail your story (and a .jpg photo if you'd like) to “FUZZY TALES.”
We welcome all the tales you have to tell!
View the Fuzzy Tales at: http://www.sfpnn.com/misty.htm#FuzzyTales
7. Fuzzy Tales
Blackie
By Michael T. Smith
My father motioned me toward the strange car parked in our driveway. “Come here, Son. I want you to see something.”
The driver’s window rolled down. A man looked down at me. “Open the back door and get in.” he said.
I looked at my father. “Go ahead, son. It’s OK. I want you to see something.” He opened the door for me. “Get in. Look in the corner, on the far side.” I could see a dark blanket piled there.
The man in the front turned, “Don’t you see it?”
“No! I don’t see nothing.” I said meekly.
“Over there.” he pointed. “See it?”
“See what?” I asked.
“Get closer.”
“Mike,” my father said from behind, “Slide over and look at the blanket.”
I looked closely at the ruffled blanket and saw something dark move. It was a black puppy. “He’s ours.”
This is my first memory of Blackie.
We thought she was a male, but later learned differently. My dad wanted to get rid of her, but the tears from my brothers and I saved her. My parents had her spayed. Something went wrong during the operation, because for the rest of her life, Blackie’s back legs never stopped shaking.
When I was sad, I would sit by one of the huge rocks that littered our property. Blackie would come, lick my face, and settle beside me. I’d hug her, “Blackie, I love you. You’re my best friend.”
Wherever I went, Blackie followed. When we walked to our swimming hole, more than a mile from home, she would try to follow. We were scared she’d be hit by a car, so we chased her home. Blackie would turn home. With her head low to the ground, ears limp at the side of her head; and tail tucked between her legs, she slowly walked away - dejected. A mile down the road, I’d look back, and see her sneaking in the gutters. She would be too far from home to send back. “Come on, Blackie!” I’d call, and she’d jump from the gutter, and run to lick my face, as her tail whipped the air.
I’d be in the meadow, see Blackie coming, and I’d hide in the deep grass. “Blackie!” I’d call. “Blackie!” I’d hear her running in my direction. “Blackie!” She’d rustle closer. Each time I said her name, she’d move closer, honing in on me. She’d be a few feet from me, standing still, ears lifted, listening for the faintest sound, “Blackie.” I’d whisper. Her head would whip in my direction, she’d see me and pounce.
At five years of age, she began to have a weight problem. We cut down on her food, but she continued to gain weight. Mum was visiting Irene, an elderly relative of ours. “I just love that black dog of yours.” Irene said. “She is so kind. I’ll be sitting in my rocker by the window over there, and that dog comes along and stares at me. Well, I ain’t got no dog food, but I had a big old roast in my fridge. I just cut a big hunk off it and gave it to her.”
We learned Blackie had befriended several senior widows. She gave them her sad stare - head down, back legs shaking, and her eyes rolled up at them. Those big brown eyes won their hearts. We stopped feeding Blackie, but she continued to get fat.
Blackie was ten, when I found her wandering in the meadow one day. “Blackie! Come here, Blackie.” She looked in my direction, but seemed unsure of what to do. She’d make a few tentative steps forward, stop, and turn in another direction. I grabbed her collar and led her home. “Mum! Mum! Something’s wrong with Blackie.”
I explained, “Mum, Blackie was wandering in the tall grass. It looked like she didn’t know where she was going.”
“Michael,” she said. “Her eyes! They look cloudy.”
She was right, they were cloudy. I felt sick that night, as I listened to my parents discuss what to do. “Blackie is going blind. She has to be put down. Not enough money for a vet.”
They decided she could stay for a few days. I prayed and cried myself to sleep that night.
Next morning I checked her eyes. The cloudiness had become milky. Those soft brown eyes were gone. I couldn’t live without Blackie. I needed her. Every free moment, I prayed for her eyes to get better.
“Michael,” Mum said softly to me. “You know Blackie is not happy tied to that old dog house. Her heart is broken. We’re going to have to put her to sleep.”
I begged for a few more days. “Mum, please! Maybe it will go away.” Tears filled my eyes.
“OK, Michael, just a few days.”
I sat, petted my old friend, and prayed, “Please, Lord, make her eyes better.”
Five days later, I ran to Blackie. The whitish haze wasn’t as bad. “Mum, come look!”
“I’m not so sure, Michael. They look the same to me.”
“Mum, right in the center, it’s not as white. It looks like it’s clearing up. We have to wait. Give her time, Mum.” She was skeptical but agreed.
My prayers continued, and Blackie’s eyes improved. We removed the rope from her neck, and she took off. Her round body jiggled as she rushed to her widow friends.
Blackie lived for several more years, waddling along our small streets.
She was fourteen, when she began losing control of her bodily functions. It was time for Blackie to visit the vet. I was sad. I knew, this time it was the right thing. Blackie’s time had come. The Lord was calling her home, where her legs wouldn’t shake anymore.
I was telling my wife, Ginny, about Blackie the other day and started crying, just as I am now. You see, I checked with a few vets. Not one has heard of a case of severe corneal infection or cataracts that has reversed on its own.
It was an answered prayer.
— © Michael T. Smith
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8. Tuesday Trivia
Did You Know…?
PCOS is responsible for weight gain in at least 10 percent of women under age fifty. It’s now clinically called androgen excess; androgen refers to the male hormone.
— © YOU
on a Diet – by Mehmet C. Oz ,
Michael F. Roizen
9.
God Given Daisies — by
Last week my article was about being an Ambassador and I receive many e-mails from those who really thought about being an Ambassador for Peace and Positivity.
I am glad that many of you seriously thought about how you could go about being such an Ambassador and what you would have to do to become one.
This week I would like to challenge each one of you to become a contributor.
I know, I know, many of you just thought or said out loud..."I am already a contributor. I contribute to this charity and that one" and "I'm writing checks to charities all the time."
Yes, that is one form of contributing. But that isn't the complete story of being a contributor.
You see, anyone can be a contributor. It doesn't take giving any money.
Anyone can contribute by giving a thought, a prayer, a kind word, a compliment, or by giving an extra hand in helping someone.
Anyone can contribute by cooking an extra meal and giving it away, or by donating time to serve meals at a soup kitchen.
Anyone can contribute by holding or rocking a crack baby in a hospital or shelter, or volunteering at a hospital or nursing home just wheeling patients around and giving out smiles as you pass others on your way.
Anyone can give good unused toys, clothing, and old cell phones, to a Domestic Violence Safe House ... just call and bring items to a Police Station.
So, this week I challenge each one of you not only to be an "Ambassador of Peace and Positivity" but to also be a "Contributor."
The job description to being a "Contributor" is: one who gives, provides, donates, bestows, furnishes, supplies, grants, dispenses, helps, gives handouts, chips in, and pitches in to society, giving time, talents and energy. Extended hours sometimes necessary. Rewards Plentiful.
Are you making this world a better place by being a "Contributor"?
Imagine a business card stating:
______Your
Name_____
Ambassador of Peace and Positivity
and
Life Long Contributor to Others
.... Thanks Aunt Bette for the
suggestion!
PS: Thanks for allowing me to be a contributor to SFPNN by writing my little stories along with some wonderful authors.
— © Carole Devecka, God Given Daisies
For more incredible stories visit: http://www.sfpnn.com/carole_devecka.htm
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