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arrow right I AM GOD

My children, I am the Creator of ALL, and ALL power originates with ME! There is no power in heaven or on earth that is able to thwart My purposes for your life as you yield to Me. NONE! Have I not promised that as you seek Me, you will find Me, when you seek Me with all of your heart? Have I not said to ask, and you will receive? Ask then, and let your hearts run wild and your imagination run vagabond, for you cannot plumb the depths of My planning and provision for My own. Does not My Word promise that if you seek My kingdom and My righteousness, all else that is needed will be supplied? There is no need that I cannot meet, so long as you look to Me to do so. There is no problem for which I cannot provide a solution. There is no wound so deep that I cannot heal; and no situation for which there is no remedy. I AM GOD, IS ANYTHING TOO DIFFICULT FOR ME?! I ask of you your all, not some random portion of your affection. I seek to have precedence over every area of your life. I, and I alone am to reign supreme in your life. Yet I would remind you that I have offered to you My all. Yes, for I have made available to you ALL that is needed to walk in victory and to truly reign in this life. ALL power, ALL wisdom...all that is needed is readily available through My Holy Spirit. Do you lack anything? Then come to Me, and I will fill you to overflowing; and in so doing, will satisfy the deepest longings of your soul. True fulfillment is found in Me alone. Hold Me not at arms length, but rather come into My embrace, for I wait with arms open wide. I love you as none other could, and I long to lavish My love upon you.

Bandu2 - Herit.gif  Catégorie: Histoires   »   40 Lectures   »   Date: 07/03/2010 21:44   »   Par: LAURA

arrow right "Pao, Senhor?"

He couldn't have been over six years old. Dirty face, barefooted, torn T-shirt, matted hair. He wasn't too different from the other hundred thousand or so street orphans that roam Rio de Janeiro. I was walking to get a cup of coffee at a nearby cafe when he came up behind me. With my thoughts somewhere between the task I had just finished and the class I was about to teach, I scarcely felt the tap, tap, tap on my hand. I stopped and turned. Seeing no one, I continued on my way. I'd only taken a few steps, however, when I felt another insistent tap, tap, tap. This time I stopped and looked downward. There he stood. His eyes were whiter because of his grubby cheeks and coal-black hair.

Bandu2 - Herit.gif  Catégorie: Histoires   »   40 Lectures   »   Date: 07/03/2010 21:44   »   Par: LAURA

arrow right Where 'Ya Been?

The story is told of a man named John who had once been faithful to attend his church regularly, but had grown lackadaisical recently. The Pastor knew that he hadn't seen the gentleman in a while, so he went for a visit. John greeted the Pastor and welcomed him in, directing him to the chair beside the fireplace. He asked the Pastor what brought him to visit, but the Pastor didn't say a word... .he simply grabbed the fireplace tongs, picked up a hot coal from the fire, and set it away from the fire, out on the hearth. Both men then watched the coal. While the fire roared on, the coal which had been red hot began to lose it's heat. It gradually lost it's red color, and then cooled off so that it became cool to the touch. The Pastor picked up the coal, and handed it to John for a moment... neither man said a word. Then the Pastor reached out and took the coal back from John, and returned it to the roaring fire... and in just a few short moments, the coal once again glowed red hot, as the pile of flaming coals caused it to heat up again. The Pastor then got to his feet, put his hat on, and shook John's hand. At that point, John looked at the Pastor with tears in his eyes, and told him

Bandu2 - Herit.gif  Catégorie: Histoires   »   40 Lectures   »   Date: 07/03/2010 21:44   »   Par: LAURA

arrow right The Fence

There was a little boy with a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, to hammer a nail in the back fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Then it gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said,

Bandu2 - Herit.gif  Catégorie: Histoires   »   40 Lectures   »   Date: 07/03/2010 21:44   »   Par: LAURA

arrow right The Minister

One of the toughest tasks a church faces is choosing a good minister. The chairman of the official board undergoing this painful process finally lost patience. He'd just witnessed the Pastoral Selection Committee reject applicant after applicant for various minor faults -- real or imagined. It was time, he thought, for a bit of soul-searching on the part of the committee. So, after the meeting adjourned, he wrote a letter to the Pastoral Selection Committee, which he stood-up and read at the next Pastoral Selection meeting. Supposedly, the letter was from another Pastoral applicant. Gentlemen: Understanding your pulpit is vacant, I should like to apply for the position. I have many qualifications. I've been a preacher with much success and also had some success as a writer. Some say I'm a good organizer. I've been a leader most places I've been. I'm over 50 years of age and have never preached in one place for more than three years. In some places, I have had to leave town after my preaching caused riots and disturbances. I must admit I have been in jail three or four times, but not because of any real wrong-doing. My health is not too good, but I still accomplish a great deal. The churches I have preached in have been small, though located in large cities. I've not gotten along well with religious leaders in some of the towns where I have preached. In fact, some have threatened me, and even attacked me physically. I am not too good at keeping records. I have been known to forget whom I have baptized. However, if you can use me, I promise to do my very best for you. The chairman than turned to the other committee members and said,

Bandu2 - Herit.gif  Catégorie: Histoires   »   40 Lectures   »   Date: 07/03/2010 21:44   »   Par: LAURA

arrow right Shake It Off And Step Up

A parable is told of a farmer who owned an old mule. The mule fell into the farmer's well. The farmer heard the mule 'braying' - or - whatever mules do when they fall into wells. After carefully assessing the situation, the farmer sympathized with the mule, but decided that neither the mule nor the well was worth the trouble of saving. Instead, he called his neighbors together and told them what had happened...and enlisted them to help haul dirt to bury the old mule in the well and put him out of his misery. Initially, the old mule was hysterical! But as the farmer and his neighbors continued shoveling and the dirt hit his back...a thought struck him. It suddenly dawned on him that every time a shovel load of dirt landed on his back...HE SHOULD SHAKE IT OFF AND STEP UP! This he did, blow after blow.

Bandu2 - Herit.gif  Catégorie: Histoires   »   40 Lectures   »   Date: 07/03/2010 21:44   »   Par: LAURA

arrow right Atheist Couple

There was an atheist couple who had a child. The couple never told their daughter anything about the Lord. One night when the little girl was 5 years old, the parents fought with each other and the dad shot the mom right in front of the child. Then, the dad shot himself. The little girl watched it all. She was then sent to a foster home. The foster mom was a Christian and took the child to church. On the first day of Sunday School, the foster mom told the teacher that the girl had never heard of Jesus, and to have patience with her. The teacher held up a picture of Jesus and said,

Bandu2 - Herit.gif  Catégorie: Histoires   »   40 Lectures   »   Date: 07/03/2010 21:44   »   Par: LAURA

arrow right Howling Wolfs

The wolves are howling tonight they've sniffed the air and caught the scent of my blood they're snapping at my heels I feel their breath on my neck Do I keep running or turn and face them? I could run forever avoid them and leave false trails but it would not be long before they come howling again Do I have enough time to gather up a small army of friends to turn and attack? And when they are all spent is the strength in me enough to conquer them on my own? Why should I keep running? I no longer doubt myself and neither do my army of friends It's time to stop, take a deep breath and fight Fight for my future a future that I want to be unhampered by howling wolves a future not devoted to running away but facing whatever obstacle presents itself I have conquered the howling wolves in the darkness of night and have turned to face the morning sky

Bandu2 - Herit.gif  Catégorie: Histoires   »   40 Lectures   »   Date: 07/03/2010 21:44   »   Par: LAURA

arrow right DEPRESSION

Maybe if my leg was broken or I was diagnosed with a life threatening illness they would have cared more. It seems that mental illness does not have a place in this world. There are already too many 'freaks' suffering from it, one in five australians in fact. Sure the physical symptoms of depression may not kill me, but the emotional ones may.I know that I can be stronger and fight my depression, Iwant an education and a career, I never wanted to be a dropout. Finding the motivation to brush my teeth is a struggle, so you can imagine the pain I feel when people called me a faker. The inner sadness that engulfs me is phenomenal. Iwouldn't wish it upon my worst enemy. Yet I would like to see some of the people who ridiculed me go through a fraction of what I have been through for a second and see how they would fight it. I like everybody else, has had problems in my life. My parents separating when I was young. I was followed home from school when day and bashed because some girls didn't like me. I've suffered the usual bitchiness and namecalling. the saying 'sticks and stones may break my bone but words will never hurt me' is so wrong. Being called a whore or slut while still being a virgin has left emotional scars that feel like they will be with me forever. A simple threat sends me into a hysterical state. while physical scars heal, emotionla ones are there to taunt you for life. Some people I have considered my 'best friends' have betrayed me. Many haven't called the whole time I have been sick. I'm forgotten now. I'm extremely lucky to have a caring and understanding family as wellas a boyfirend who would do anything to see me happy. I love them all so much. unfortunately you hurt the ones you love most. Your pain becomes directed at them and they cope the blame for all the shit the world has dealed out to you. I never wanted to hurt them. I hope they can forgive me. This was written during the darkest times of my depression. Three suicide attempts followed and my family helped me through them. I am now a happy 17 year old doing my HSC. The time of depression seem like a bad nightmare. I still can't believe what i went through and survived. There is always hope, for anyone. There is always someone there to listen.

Bandu2 - Herit.gif  Catégorie: Histoires   »   40 Lectures   »   Date: 07/03/2010 21:44   »   Par: LAURA

arrow right Quote

"Copy from one, it's plagiarism; copy from two, it's research."

Bandu2 - Herit.gif  Catégorie: Histoires   »   40 Lectures   »   Date: 07/03/2010 21:44   »   Par: LAURA

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"Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away."

Bandu2 - Herit.gif  Catégorie: Histoires   »   40 Lectures   »   Date: 07/03/2010 21:44   »   Par: LAURA

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"If you can count your money, you don't have a billion dollars."

Bandu2 - Herit.gif  Catégorie: Histoires   »   40 Lectures   »   Date: 07/03/2010 21:44   »   Par: LAURA

arrow right une histoire pas comme les autres...

Les jambes hebergement audiotel voyance passées au-dessus de l’accoudoir d’un fauteuil, elle bouquine, mais manifestement, elle n’est pas à sa lecture. De Voyance par telephone temps en temps, elle quitte des yeux son livre, lève la tête et semble réfléchir profondément. On entend quelqu’un qui ouvre la porte d’entrée. Quelques secondes plus tard, son père voyance paris rentre. Il a l’air soucieux. Brigitte se lève, pose horoscope son livre et vient dans les bras de son père BRIGITTE : Papa, dis-moi ce qui se passe. Je sens bien qu’il y a quelque chose entre maman et toi, mais numerologie on ne me dit rien. Je t’en supplie mon petit papa, parle-moi… PIERRE : Tu astrologie sais ma chérie, ce n’est pas facile. Il s’est en effet passé des choses… préoccupantes ces jours-ci. Mais je ne sais voyance gratuite pas tout. Je vais te dire ce dont je suis sûr. Tu y as droit. Voilà. Avant que je connaisse ta Maman, j’étais allé tarots gratuits en vacances à Biarritz. Là, j’ai connu une jeune fille, et… nous avons eu une courte aventure. Les vacances voyance audiotel terminées, chacun est rentré chez soi. En ce qui me concerne, en arrivant chez moi, j’ai trouvé une lettre de ma Société qui me demandait de partir immédiatement en voyance en direct Avignon. Je suis parti en catastrophe, sans demander à faire suivre mon courrier. Or la jeune fille s’est retrouvée enceinte. Elle voyance gratuite immediate a essayé de m’écrire, mais ses lettres lui revenaient. Elle a mis au monde 2 garçons qui ont aujourd’hui 19 ans. L’un d’eux par Internet a retrouvé ma trace, et c’est voyance serieuse ainsi que j’ai appris ma paternité. Je l’ai tarot dit à ta mère, qui m’en veut énormément.

Bandu2 - Herit.gif  Catégorie: Histoires   »   40 Lectures   »   Date: 03/02/2012 10:44   »   Par: purevoyance

arrow right Blind Men and the Elephant, The

There is an analogy to how differently we each understand or experience God in a classic story about three blind men and the elephant. As each of the three blind men are trying to understand exactly what the elephant is like, but experiencing different parts of the same thing. The first blind man is feeling all over the leg of the elephant and says to the others,

Bandu2 - Herit.gif  Catégorie: Histoires   »   39 Lectures   »   Date: 07/03/2010 21:44   »   Par: LAURA

arrow right All the Time in the World . . .

While at the park one day, a woman sat down next to a man on a bench near a playground. "That's my son over there," she said, pointing to a little boy in a red sweater who was gliding down the slide. "He's a fine looking boy," the man said. "That's my son on the swing in the blue sweater.

Bandu2 - Herit.gif  Catégorie: Histoires   »   39 Lectures   »   Date: 07/03/2010 21:44   »   Par: LAURA

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