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Eagles In A Storm
The eagle will fly to some high spot and wait for the winds to come. When the storm hits, it sets its wings so that the wind will pick it up and lift it above the storm. While the storm rages below, the eagle is soaring above it.
The eagle does not escape the storm. It simply uses the storm to lift it higher. It rises on the winds that bring the storm.
When the storms of life come upon us - and all of us will experience them - we can rise above them by setting our minds and our belief toward God. The storms do not have to overcome us. We can allow God's power to lift us above them.
God enables us to ride the winds of the storm that bring sickness, tragedy, failure and disappointment in our lives. We can soar above the storm.
Remember, it is not the burdens of life that weigh us down, it is how we handle them.
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The Blanket Poem
I wrote a poem specially for my mother. She has not read this yet. But I hope she will love this poem. My mother does not speak English but i'm definitely sure that she will understand how much she means to me after reading this, even if she did not understand the poem. Dear mother, I love you so so much. I'm sure you'll understand when I say, "I love you very strong mother."
My Blanket
She kissed
He hugged
They caressed
They were the ones
Who became one
I live
In her
I feel safe
I feel warm
I wonder how she feels
I breathe
Under her
I feel nice
I wonder if she feels good
She’s my blanket,
I peed on her, when I was small
But no matter how bad the reek
It’s always nice to be near her
She’s my blanket
She makes it hot under her, sometimes
I throw her away for I can’t stand the heat
But I know
I will always come back under her
She’s my blanket
She always covers me
Always keeps me warm
Always protects me from the wintriness of night
She’s my old blanket
But she’s still my blanket
She looks old and small
She can’t wrap me anymore
Because I’m much bigger now
But it’s always nice
To have her in my bag
I want you to read this, Mom
Because you’re my blanket
Don’t get mad, I call you a blanket
I promise you, you’re the best blanket ever
On top of that, I love you Mom, forever.