to meet such a man..

some cute stories that i got from the net..

I sat, with two friends, in the picture window of a quaint restaurant just off the corner of the town-square. The food and the company were both especially good that day. As we talked, my attention was drawn outside, across the street. There, walking into town, was a man who appeared to be carrying all his worldly goods on his back. He was carrying, a well-worn sign that read, "I will work for food." My heart sank. I brought him to the attention of my friends and noticed that others around us had stopped eating to focus on him. Heads moved in a mixture of sadness and disbelief. We continued with our meal, but his image lingered in my mind. We finished our meal and went our separate ways. I had errands to do and quickly set out to accomplish them. I glanced toward the town square, looking somewhat halfheartedly for the strange visitor. I was fearful, knowing that seeing him again would call some response. I drove through town and saw nothing of him. I made some purchases at a store and got back in my car. Deep within me, the Spirit of God kept speaking to me: "Don't go back to the office until you've at least driven once more around the square." Then with some hesitancy, I headed back into town As I turned the square's third corner, I saw him. He was standing on the steps of the storefront church, going through his sack. I stopped and looked; feeling both compelled to speak to him, yet wanting to drive on. The empty parking space on the corner seemed to be a sign from God, an invitation to park. I pulled in, got out and approached the town's newest visitor. "Looking for the pastor" I asked? "Not really," he replied, "just resting." "Have you eaten today?" "Oh, I ate something early this morning." "Would you like to have lunch with me?" "Do you have some work I could do for you?" "No work," I replied. "I commute here to work from the city, but I would like to take you to lunch." "Sure," he replied with a smile. As he began to gather his things, I asked some surface questions. "Where you headed?" "St. Louis." "Where you from?" "Oh, all over, mostly Florida." "How long you been walking?" "Fourteen years," came the reply. I knew I had met someone unusual. We sat across from each other in the same restaurant I had left earlier. His face was weathered slightly beyond his 38 years. His eyes were dark yet clear, and he spoke with an eloquence and articulation that was startling. He removed his jacket to reveal a bright red T-shirt that said, "Jesus is The Never Ending Story." Then Daniel's story began to unfold. He had seen rough times early in life. He'd made some wrong choices and reaped the consequences. Fourteen years earlier, while backpacking across the country, he had stopped on the beach in Daytona. He tried to hire on with some men who were putting up a large tent and some equipment, a concert, he thought. He was hired, but the tent would not house a concert but revival services, and in those services he saw life more clearly. He gave his life over to God. "Nothing's been the same since," he said, " I felt the Lord telling me to keep walking, and so I did, some 14 years now." "Ever think of stopping?" I asked. "Oh, once in a while, when it seems to get the best of me. But God has given me this calling. I give out Bibles. That's what's in my sack. I work to buy food and Bibles, and I give them out when His Spirit leads." I sat amazed. My homeless friend was not homeless. He was on a mission and lived this way by choice. The question burned inside for a moment and then I asked: "What's it like?" "What?" "To walk into a town carrying all your things on your back and to show your sign?" "Oh, it was humiliating at first. People would stare and make comments. Once someone tossed a piece of half-eaten bread and made a gesture that certainly didn't make me feel welcome. But then it became humbling to realize that God was using me to touch lives and change people's concepts of other folks like me." My concept was changing, too. We finished our dessert and gathered his things. Just outside the door, he paused. He turned to me and said, "Come Ye blessed of my Father and inherit the kingdom I've prepared for you. For when I was hungry you gave me food, when I was thirsty you gave me drink, a stranger and you took me in." I felt as if we were on holy ground. "Could you use another Bible?" I asked. He said he preferred a certain translation. It traveled well and was not too heavy. It was also his personal favorite. "I've read through it 14 times," he said. "I'm not sure we've got one of those, but let's stop by our church and see." I was able to find my new friend a Bible that would do well, and he seemed very grateful. "Where are you headed from here?" "Well, I found this little map on the back of this amusement park coupon." "Are you hoping to hire on there for awhile?" "No, I just figure I should go there. I figure someone under that star right there needs a Bible, so that's where I'm going next." He smiled, and the warmth of his spirit radiated the sincerity of his mission. I drove him back to the town-square where we'd met two hours earlier, and as we drove, it started raining. We parked and unloaded his things. "Would you sign my autograph book?" he asked. "I like to keep messages from folks I meet." I wrote in his little book that his commitment to his calling had touched my life. I encouraged him to stay strong, and I left him with a verse of scripture from Jeremiah, "I know the plans I have for you, "declared the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you. Plans to give you a Future and a hope." "Thanks, man," he said. "I know we just met and we're really just strangers, but I love you." "I know," I said, "I love you, too." "The Lord is good!" "Yes, He is. How long has it been since someone hugged you?" I asked. "A long time," he replied. And so on the busy street corner in the drizzling rain, my new friend and I embraced, and I felt deep inside that I had been changed. He put his things on his back, smiled his winning smile and said, "See you in the New Jerusalem." "I'll be there!" was my reply. He began his journey again. He headed away with his sign dangling from his bedroll and pack of Bibles. He stopped, turned and said, "When you see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?" "You bet," I shouted back, "God bless." "God bless." And that was the last I saw of him . Late that evening as I left my office, the wind blew strong. The cold front had settled hard upon the town. I bundled up and hurried to my car. As I sat back and reached for the emergency brake, I saw them... a pair of well-worn brown work gloves neatly laid over the length of the handle. I picked them up and thought of my friend and wondered if his hands would stay warm that night without them. Then I remembered his words: "If you see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?" Today his gloves lie on my desk in my office. They help me to see the world and its people in a new way, and they help me remember those two hours with my unique friend and to pray for his ministry. "See you in the New Jerusalem," he said. Yes, Daniel, I know I will... If this story touched you, forward it to a friend! "I shall pass this way but once. Therefore, any good that I can do or any kindness that I can show, let me do it now, for I shall not pass this way again." Prayer is one of the best gifts we receive. There is no cost but a lot of rewards. Let's continue to pray for one another. God bless and have a nice day! "Father, I ask you to bless my friends, relatives and e-mail buddies reading this right now. Show them a new revelation of your love and power. Holy Spirit, I ask you to minister to their spirit at this very moment. Where there is pain, give them your peace and mercy. Where there is self-doubt, release a renewed confidence through your grace, In Jesus' precious Name. Amen."

Psalm 139:14I praise You because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Your works are wonderful, I know that full well.

oh.. how sweet!!

Lady: Why do you like me..?
Why do you love me?
Man: I can't tell the reason.. but I really like you..
Lady: You can't even tell me the reason...
How can you say you like me?
How can you say you love me?
Man: I really don't know the reason, but I can prove that I love you.
Lady: Proof? No! I want you to tell me the reason.
My friend's boyfriend can tell her why he loves her but not you!
Man: Okok!!! Erm... because you're beautiful,
because your voice is sweet,
because you are caring,
because you are loving,
because you are thoughtful,
because of your smile, because of your every movements..
Unfortunately, a few days later, the Lady met with an accident and became a vegetable.
The Guy then placed a letter by her side,
and here is the content:
Because of your sweet voice that I love you... Now can you talk? No!
Therefore I cannot love you.
Because of your care and concern that I like
you.. Now that you cannot show them,
therefore I cannot love you.
Because of your smile, because of your every movements that I love you..
Now can you smile? Now can you move?
No, therefore I cannot love you...
If love needs a reason, like now,
there is no reason for me to love you anymore.
But does love need a reason?
I still love you... Because love doesn't need one.


message in a bottle

it hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, but what is most painful is to love someone and never finding the courage to let the prson know how you feel. maybe god wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one so that when we finally meet the rigth person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.
to love is to take away the feelings, the passion, the romance, the bliss and yet to find out that you still love the person. the sad thing about life is when you meet someone that means a lot to you, only to find out that it was not meant to be, and you just have to let go. when one door of happiness closes and another one opens, we often look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one opened for us.
the best kind of friend is the one you could sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like that was the best conversation you ever had. it's true that we do not know what we have until we lose it, but it's also true that we do not know what we have been missing until it arrives.
giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they will love back. do not expect love in return just wait for it to grow in their hearst. but if it does not, be contented that it grew in yours. there are things that you love to hear but you do not hear it from the person that you want it said. but do not be deaf when you hear it from the person who says it with his heart.
never say goodbye when you still can take it; never say i do not love that person anymore when in truth you can't let go. love comes forth from those who still hope even though they have been disappointed, to those who still believe though they've been betrayed. it takes a minute to have a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone. but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.
dont go for looks, it can deceive, dont go for wealth, even that fades away. go for someone who makes you smile because only a smile makes a dark day seem bright. hope you find that person. there are moments in life when you really miss someone that you want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real. hope you dream of that someone. dream what you want to dream, go where you want to go, be what you want to be, because you only have one life.
may you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trails to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, enough hope to make you happy and enough money to buy me gifts. always put yourself in other's shoes, if you feel that it hurts you, it probably hurts the other person too. a careless word may kindle strife; a cruel word may wreck a life, a timely word may level stress, a loving word may heal and bless. the beginning of love is to let those we love to be as they are, and not to twist them in the image we want them to be, otherwise, we love only the reflection of ourselves. the happiness of people don't neccessarily have the best of everything, they just make the most of everything that comes in their way. happiness can be found in those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched and tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of persons who touched their lives.
love start with a smile, develops with a kiss, and ends with a tear. the brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past. you cant go on well until you let go of your past failures and heartaches. when you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. live your life so that when you die, youre smiling and everyone around you will be crying..
hay, life nga naman..



its good i found free time today... its unusual though..coz lately em busy with almost everything...seems boring... but em enjoying..haha..aniwies..my day was ok..i hope it'll always stay ok.. we had a meeting in earthwatch.. we're finally starting for our recognition..hope it'll turn out good..ahehe..great, this is turning to be boring...wwwaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh...ano ba itoh? sumtyms im having my topak.. dont know what to do... i miz my friends..badly..so so bad.. i miz everyone..where are you guys??? come on, show yourselves up i need some inspiration here..ahehehe.. i miz my prospect... ei... cant you have some sec hanging with me... i miz u so much!! great, really great. well, all i wanna say is.. i dont know actually... but i guess im juz lonely...:(