By allowing God to take charge, each of our lives can be transformed beyond our wildest dreams. So enjoy the journey for you too can DREAM BIG for your GREATEST DAYS ARE JUST AHEAD!
Phyliss ToddTags: inspirational spiritual
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Green BeretsTags: inspirational
There is a writer in each one of us....it's only a matter of time before we put those emotions and experiences of our lives into words...words that hold depth and sincerity of who we are indeed. It's almost like a self discovery process.....things we didn't know about ourselves...the power of our mind and the words that float in it.
Ariana MillerTags: inspirational new-author
All my requests are in but one, thy Will be done.
Charles WesleyTags: inspirational
Look at yourself-Are your eyes twinkling?Is your heart Dancing?Are your Lips smiling?If yes, then you are truly enjoying your Life.-RVM
R.V.M.Tags: motivational life inspirational making-life-fulfillingfilling
It was so cold. In the monastery. Sometimes the wind came from the sea with ice in it... It could freeze the skin off your face. Once the snow was so deep we couldn't get out of the doors to the woodshed. A monk jumped from a window. He sank into a drift and took a long time to get up. That night, they made me sleep next to the stove. I was small, thin, like a piece of birch bark. But then the Stove went out.
Father Bernard took me into his cell... It was he who first gave me chalk and paper. He was so old his eyes his eyes looked as if he was crying. But he was never sad. In winter he had fewer blankets than the others. He said he didn't need them because God warmed him.
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But even Father Bernard was cold that night. He laid me down on the bed next to him, wrapped me in an animal skin, then in his own arms. He told me stories about Jesus. How His love could wake the dead and how with Him in one's heart one could heat the world... When I woke it was light. The snow had stopped. I was warm. But he was cold. I gave him the skin but his body was stiff. I didn't know what to do. I got out a piece of paper from his chest under the bed and drew him, lying there. His face had a smile on it. I knew that God had been there when he died. That now He was in me, and because of Father Bernard I would be warm forever.
Tags: inspirational historical-fiction
You care so much for that special person because it feels like that person is part of you.
NOT A BOOKTags: inspirational love feelings crushes
my candle burns at both ends it will not last the night but arh my friends and oh my foes it gives a lovely light
Roald DahlTags: inspirational
If you schlep a shit job everyday, keep and feed a little secret life--whether it's writing, art, running, music, your thoughts. It's yours.
Don RoffTags: inspirational art music writing work thoughts running shit muse job secret-lives
Write about the thing that scares you most or your most private confession and you'll never have a problem coming up with decent fiction.
Don RoffTags: fear inspirational writing write fiction confession private scares
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