When God made you – Natalie Grant

It’s always been a mystery to me
How two hearts can come together
And love can last forever
But now that I have found you, I believe
That a miracle has come
When God sends the perfect one

Now gone are all my questions about why
And I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life

chorus:
I wonder what God was thinking
When He created you
I wonder if He knew everything I would need
Because He made all my dreams come true
When God made you
He must have been thinking about me

I promise that wherever you may go
Wherever life may lead you
With all my heart I’ll be there too
From this moment on I want you to know
I’ll let nothing come between us
I’ll love what ever you love

chorus:

He made the sun He made the moon
to harmonise in perfect tune
One can’t move without the other
They just have to be together
And that is why I know it’s true
You’re for me and I’m for you
Cause my world just can’t be right
Without you in my life

I wonder what God was thinking
When He created you
I wonder if He knew everything I would need
Because He made all my dreams come true
He must have heard every prayer I’ve been praying
Yes, He knew everything I would need
When God made you
When dreams come true
When God made you
He must have been thinking about me

The wonder of DAD..Happy Father’s day

Keajaiban Seorang Ayah

Ayah ingin anak-anaknya punya lebih banyak kesempatan daripada
dirinya, menghadapi lebih sedikit kesulitan, lebih tidak tergantung
pada siapapun
dan (tapi) selalu membutuhkan kehadirannya.

Ayah hanya menyuruhmu mengerjakan pekerjaan yang kamu sukai.
Ayah membiarkan kamu menang dalam permainan ketika kamu masih
kecil,tapi dia tidak ingin kamu membiarkannya menang ketika kamu sudah
besar.

Ayah tidak ada di album foto keluarga, karena dia yang selalu
memotret.Ayah selalu tepat janji!
Dia akan memegang janjinya untuk membantu seorang teman, meskipun
ajakanmu untuk pergi memancing sebenarnya lebih menyenangkan.
Ayah akan tetap memasang kereta api listrik mainanmu selama
bertahun-tahun, meskipun kamu telah bosan, karena ia tetap ingin
kamu main kereta api itu.

Ayah selalu sedikit sedih ketika melihat anak-anaknya pergi bermain
dengan teman-teman mereka.karena dia sadar itu adalah akhir masa
kecil mereka.

Ayah mulai merencanakan hidupmu ketika tahu bahwa ibumu hamil
(mengandungmu) , tapi begitu kamu lahir, ia mulai membuat revisi.
Ayah membantu membuat impianmu jadi kenyataan bahkan diapun bisa
meyakinkanmu untuk melakukan hal-hal yang mustahil, seperti
mengapung di atas air setelah ia melepaskanya.

Ayah mungkin tidak tahu jawaban segala sesuatu, tapi ia membantu kamu
mencarinya.
Ayah mungkin tampak galak di matamu, tetapi di mata teman-temanmu
dia tampak lucu dan menyayangi.
Ayah sulit menghadapi rambutnya yang mulai menipis….jadi dia
menyalahkan tukang cukurnya menggunting terlalu banyak di puncak
kepala

Ayah akan selalu memelihara janggut lebatnya, meski telah memutih,
agar kau bisa “melihat” para malaikat bergelantungan di sana dan agar
kau selalu bisa mengenalinya.
Ayah selalu senang membantumu menyelesaikan PR, kecuali PR
matematika terbaru.

Ayah lambat mendapat teman, tapi dia bersahabat seumur hidup Ayah
benar-benar senang membantu seseorang… tapi ia sukar meminta bantuan.
Ayah terlalu lama menunda untuk membawa mobil ke bengkel, karena ia
merasa dapat memperbaiki sendiri segalanya.

Ayah di dapur. Membuat memasak seperti penjelajahan ilmiah.
Dia punya rumus-rumus dan formula racikannya sendiri, dan hanya dia
sendiri yang mengerti bagaimana menyelesaikan persamaan-persamaan
rumit itu. Dan hasilnya?… .mmmmhhh…” tidak terlalu mengecewakan”

Ayah akan sesumbar, bahwa dirinyalah satu- satunya dalam keluarga yang
dapat memasak tumis kangkung rasa barbecue grill.
Ayah mungkin tidak pernah menyentuh sapu ketika
masih muda, tapi ia bisa belajar dengan cepat.

Ayah sangat senang kalau seluruh keluarga berkumpul untuk makan
malam…walaupun harus makan dalam remangnya lilin karena lampu mati.
Ayah paling tahu bagaimana mendorong ayunan cukup tinggi untuk
membuatmu senang tapi tidak takut.

Ayah akan memberimu tempat duduk terbaik dengan mengangkatmu
dibahunya, ketika pawai lewat. Ayah tidak akan memanjakanmu ketika
kamu sakit, tapi ia tidak akan tidur semalaman. Siapa tahu kamu
membutuhkannya.

Ayah menganggap orang itu harus berdiri sendiri, jadi dia tidak mau
memberitahumu apa yang harus kamu lakukan, tapi ia akan menyatakan
rasa tidak setujunya.
Ayah percaya orang harus tepat waktu. karena itu dia selalu lebih awal
menunggumu di depan rumah dengan sepeda tuanya, untuk mengantarkanmu
dihari pertama masuk sekolah.

AYAH ITU MURAH HATI…..
Ia akan melupakan apa yang ia inginkan, agar bisa memberikan apa
yang kamu butuhkan….
Ia membiarkan orang-orangan sawahmu memakai sweater kesayangannya.
Ia membelikanmu lollipop merk baru yang kamu inginkan, dan ia akan
menghabiskannya kalau kamu tidak suka…..
Ia menghentikan apasaja yang sedang dikerjakannya, kalau kamu ingin bicara..

Ia selalu berfikir dan bekerja keras untuk membayar spp mu tiap
semester, meskipun kamu tidak pernah membantunya menghitung berapa
banyak kerutan di dahinya….
Bahkan dia akan senang hati mendengarkan nasehatmu untuk
menghentikan kebiasaan merokoknya.. ..

Ayah mengangkat beban berat dari bahumu
dengan merengkuhkan tangannya disekeliling beban itu….

Ayah akan berkata ,, tanyakan saja pada ibumu” Ketika ia ingin berkata
,,tidak”
Ayah tidak pernah marah, tetapi mukanya akan sangat merah padam
ketika anak gadisnya menginap di rumah teman tanpa izin Dan diapun hampir
tidak pernah marah, kecuali ketika anak lelakinya kepergok
menghisap rokok dikamar mandi.
Ayah mengatakan ,, tidak apa-apa mengambil sedikit resiko asal kamu
sanggup kehilangan apa yang kamu harapkan”

Pujian terbaik bagi seorang ayah adalah ketika dia melihatmu
melakukan sesuatu persis seperti caranya….
Ayah lebih bangga pada prestasimu, daripada prestasinya sendiri….
Ayah hanya akan menyalamimu ketika pertama kali kamu pergi merantau
meningalkan rumah, karena kalau dia sampai memeluk mungkin ia tidak
akan pernah bisa melepaskannya.

Ayah mengira seratus adalah tip.. Seribu adalah uang saku..
Gaji pertamamu terlalu besar untuknya… Ayah tidak suka meneteskan
air mata … ketika kamu lahir dan dia mendengar kamu menangis
untuk pertama kalinya,dia sangat senang sampai-sampai keluar air dari
matanya (ssst..tapi sekali lagi ini bukan menangis)

Ketika kamu masih kecil, ia bisa memelukmu untuk mengusir rasa
takutmu…ketika kau mimpi akan dibunuh monster…
tapi…..ternyata dia
bisa menangis dan tidak bisa tidur sepanjang malam, ketika anak
gadis kesayangannya di rantau tak memberi kabar selama hampir satu bulan.

Kalau tidak salah ayah pernah berkata :” kalau kau ingin
mendapatkan pedang yang tajam dan berkwalitas tinggi, janganlah mencarinya
dipasar

apalagi tukang loak, tapi datang dan pesanlah langsung dari pandai
besinya. Begitupun dengan cinta dan teman dalam hidupmu,jika kau
ingin mendapatkan cinta sejatimu kelak, maka minta dan pesanlah pada Yang
Menciptakannya”

Untuk masadepan anak lelakinya Ayah
berpesan:,,jadilah lebih kuat dan
tegar daripadaku, pilihlah ibu untuk anak-anakmu kelak wanita yang
lebih baik dari ibumu, berikan yang lebih baik untuk menantu dan
cucu-cucuku, daripada apa yang telah ku beri padamu”

Dan Untuk masa depan anak gadisnya ayah berpesan :”
jangan cengeng meski
kau seorang wanita, jadilah selalu bidadari kecilku dan bidadari
terbaik untuk ayah anak-anakmu kelak! laki-laki yang lebih bisa
melindungimu melebihi perlindungan Ayah, tapi jangan pernah kau
gantikan posisi Ayah di hatimu”

Ayah bersikeras,bahwa anak-anakmu kelak harus bersikap lebih baik
daripada kamu dulu….
Ayah bisa membuatmu percaya diri… karena ia percaya padamu…
Ayah tidak mencoba menjadi yang terbaik, tapi dia hanya mencoba
melakukan yang terbaik…. Dan terpenting adalah…
Ayah tidak pernah menghalangimu untuk mencintai
Tuhan, bahkan dia akan membentangkan seribu jalan agar kau dapat
menggapai cintaNya, karena diapun mencintaimu karena cintaNya.

Ternyata ayah itu benar-benar MENAKJUBKAN.
Sayangilah Ayahmu juga Ibumu.

“The Wonder Of Dad”.

Wawawa..Jd sedh pas baca…Lgs ngejer…Papa spt yg dideskripsiin di atas..Slalu berjuang bwt anak2ny,skalipun sakit,stress,or gundah ga pernah nunjukkin dpn ank2ny..Ktk mulai gd,srg sebel ma papa,tp sdr smua yg papa lakuin bwt kebaikan diri g jg…berjuang spy g bs msk skul n kul yg bagus..ga pernah underestimate anakny..Dari papa jg belajar u/ ngebantu org sebisany tanpa mengeluh dan musti tulus kata papa..Dari papa juga nekenin untuk sll hargain saudara2 evenkdg mrk nyakitin qt..Wawawa..byk banget d yg papa ajarin,skalipun papa bukan org percaya tp dy tetep ngedukung ank2ny u/ pelayanan,bahkan nilai2 yg diajarin pun luar biasa..Wawawa..kangen bgt deh ma papa..sayangnya belum sempet u/ balas budi bwt papa..mg2 dv bs jd ank yg bikin papa bangga..Luv ya so much dad…

What Heaven Likes-Byan Moores

17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a
class. The subject was what Heaven was like. “I wowed ‘em,” he later told
his father, Bruce. “It’s a killer. It’s the bomb. It’s the best thing I ever
wrote.” It also was the last.

Brian’s parents had forgotten about the essay when a cousin found it while
cleaning out the teenager’s locker at Teary Valley High School. Brian hadbeen dead only hours, but his parents desperately wanted every piece of his
life near them-notes from classmates and teachers, his homework.

Only two months before, he had handwritten the essay about encountering
Jesus in a file room full of cards detailing every moment of the teen’s
life. But it was only after Brian’s death that Beth and Bruce Moore realized
that their son had described his view of heaven. “It makes such an impact
that people want to share it. You feel like you are there.” Mr. Moore said.

Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving
home from a friend’s house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in
Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck
unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.

The Moores framed a copy of Brian’s essay and hung it among the family
portraits in the living room. “I think God used him to make a point. I think
we were meant to find it and make something out of it,” Mrs. Moore said of
the essay. She and her husband want to share their son’s vision of life
after death. “I’m happy for Brian. I know he’s in heaven.I know I’ll see
him.”

Brian’s Essay: The Room…

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room.
There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with
small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list
titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which
stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction,
had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to
catch my attention was one that read “Girls I have liked.” I opened it and
began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that
I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I
knew exactly where I was.

This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my
life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a
detail my memory couldn’t match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled
with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and
exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense
of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if
anyone was watching.

A file named “Friends” was next to one marked “Friends I have betrayed.” The
titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird “Books I Have Read,”
“Lies I Have Told,” “Comfort I have Given,” “Jokes I Have Laughed at.” Some
were almost hilarious in their exactness: “Things I’ve yelled at my
brothers.” Others I couldn’t laugh at: “Things I Have Done in My Anger”,
“Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.” I never ceased to be
surprised by the contents.

Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I
hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could
it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these
thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth.
Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked “TV Shows I have watched”, I realized the
files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet
after two or three yards, I hadn’t found the end of the file. I shut it,
shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew
that file represented.

When I came to a file marked “Lustful Thoughts,” I felt a chill run through
my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size
and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.

I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal
rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these
cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!” In insane
frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn’t matter now. I had to empty it
and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the
floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out
a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.

Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my
forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.

And then I saw it.. The title bore “People I Have Shared the Gospel With.”
The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled
on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my
hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.

And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They
started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I
cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file
shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this
room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the
tears, I saw Him.

No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as
He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn’t bear to watch His
response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw
a sorrow deeper than my own.

He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read
every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He
looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn’t anger
me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again.
He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things.
But He didn’t say a word. He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of
the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over
mine on each card. “No!” I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say
was “No, no,” as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn’t be on these
cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name
of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the
card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don’t think
I’ll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it
seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.

He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, “It is finished.” I stood up,
and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were
still cards to be written.

“I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.”-Phil. 4:13 “For God
so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him
shall not perish but have eternal life.” If you feel the same way forward it
so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also. My “People I shared the
gospel with” file just got bigger, how about yours?

Addicted to YOU

How do I get through my life without U
U r the reason that I live
U r the reason that I still stand
U r the reason thar I rise
U raised me up when I was down
U encouraged me when I was afraid
U’ve supplied all my neeeds
even when I was running from U
U always by my side
whenever I’m happy or deppresed
So how can I not thank U
How can I not praise U
How can I not addicted to U
U r my LORD
My salvation n True friend

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