Sunday, February 20, 2011

Sunday Prayer and Sunday Thoughts ~02/20/2011

Happy Sunday everyone and welcome to a great day of worship, rest, family and yet another day closer to spring! Today is also the Daytona 500 the opening race for the NASCAR season.

I must admidt I watch the first few laps, DVR the rest and fast forward through the not so exciting stuff. But hey I know others that watch it for every lap which is ok just not ok for me.

This is a very hard day for some in that race community, back in 2001, February 18 Dale Earnhardt crashed on the final lap of this grand race. They do not forget this racing legend and my prayers and thoughts go out to his family and close friends. He is still missed and will for many years to come. It was a hard thing to see, but even a harder thing to understand that you would not see that black Chevrolet that wore the number 3 race again.

It is very hard to let someone go in life, in death or in sickness it is hard to let go. We sometimes get selfish because we enjoyed their company so much.

We loved each moment we shared with them.

Even when it is someone more famous who was known not directly but by how they made us feel we cry.

When someone makes us sense life at a higher plane and then we lose them we hurt because we long for that feeling again.

Some quotes:


“'You'll get over it...' It's the clichés that cause the trouble.

To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever.

You don't get over it because 'it' is the person you loved.

The pain stops, there are new people, but

the gap never closes. How could it?

The particularness of someone who mattered enough

to grieve over is not erased by anyone but death.

This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and

no one else can fit. Why would I want them to?”

~author unkown

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A poem worth the read:


if tears could build a stairway

and memories a lane

i'd walk right up to heaven

and bring you home again


no farewell words were spoken

no time to say goodbye

you were gone before i knew it

and only god knows why


my heart still aches with sadness

and secret tears still flow

what it meant to love you

no one will ever know


but now i know you want me

to mourn for you no more

but, remember all the happy times

life still has much in store


and since you'll never be forgotten

i pledge to you today

a hollowed place within my heart

is where you'll always stay

-Anonymous

It is o.k. to feel that hollowed place within your heart but perhaps the loved one would rather you have a hallowed place. A place of honor, love, respect, cherished.

We need not tear our spirit down when we lose someone or should we build walls to protect ourselves from further pain. Because if we do either we lose our dreams, our passions and our way.

The candle and flame burns on within our spirit when we lose that special someone and it warms our soul from within.

That is the way I see it.

Tears of joy may fall

the loss is hard that is very understadable.

But when we cherish all of those special moments shared

and we know that they are safe within the heavens

we then can endure with the knowledge that one day we will meet again. The love they placed in our heart never fades away.

It lingers like the taste of fine wine or the smell within a rose garden or the spring air after a rain shower.

It lingers on and so do we.

My prayer and thoughts are clear may you be blessed, loved and smile through out the year.


That is my Sunday Thought and Sunday Prayer.

God Bless you and Till next time......Smile!!! : )

Stay Hungry ~ Stay Foolish

Happy Sunday everyone

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