We Are Sailing…

We are sailing, we are sailing, Home again cross the sea. We are sailing stormy waters, To be near you, to be free. — Rod Stewart, “I Am Sailing” Blogging is like sailing We choose the destination– we define the purpose of our blog We choose...

The True Value of Life

By Karen Develos-Sacdalan, M.A. August 3, 2006 at 11:45pm, my husband John handed over an envelope; a piece of paper that seems so clueless but has remarkably changed our lives forever… Early March 2006, I learned that I was almost 8 weeks pregnant. Admittedly, the...

How Much Is A Miracle?

Tess was a precocious eight-year-old when she heard her Mom and Dad talking about her little brother, Andrew. All she knew was that he was very sick and they were completely out of money. They were moving to an apartment complex next month because Daddy didn’t...

Why I Believe On God (1)

  A personal testimony from Helen Roseveare M.D., Missionary Physician from England to Zaire, Africa This story was written by a doctor who worked in South Africa. One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all we could do,...

Carry Me Out In Your Arms

On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom....

P e a c e

taken from skopun grouplist from: Chacko Jacob There once was a King who offered a prize to the artist who would paint the best picture of peace. Many artists tried. The King looked at all the pictures, but there were only two he really liked and he had to choose...