"Valentines Day"...

I asked someone yesterday 'So what are you doing tomorrow for valentines?' to which I got the reply, 'I can't celebrate valentines day cause I don't have anyone'.

I was a little worried if I also, being someone-less, was doomed to be left out of this day.

I googled valentines day definitions, and I got every definition from a day for romantic lovers to exchange gifts, to celebration of those you love, to Saints, and martyrs, and even something about wolves and pagans and yadayadayada.

So what is valentines day? And what makes it different from any other day?

I DON'T KNOW!

But I'll tell you what I do know--whether I can celebrate valentines day or not, I can celebrate love today and when I celebrate love I celebrate God and when I celebrate God I find myself filled with thankfulness for life, for love, and for you! I'm thankful for the love of family, for the love of friends, for the love of strangers, for the countless forms of love that make life a precious priceless richly blessed and splendid place.

So CHEERS to another wonderful day where love surrounds us all. Long Live Love!!

I love you!...and Happy Valentines Day.

The Cha

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All I can say is "The Cha is Great!"
Cha is everything good and strong and kind and beautiful
It's kind of funny and so very true, that I've always looked up to Cha...and no, not just because she's taller then me. She's always been the kind of person that makes you realize how blessed you are to have honor of being able to call her a friend much less a sister. I was thinking about Cha the other day and admiring her gentle strength, her indefinable yet indestructible confidence, her crazy loudness and serious silence, her fun childish nature seesawing with her practical paranoid side--she is truly a force to be reckoned with and I can't imagine a life without a Cha in it. And it was then that the thought struck me, "What if she weren't my sister? What if we weren't bound as what God has joined together?"
For a moment I saw my life pass before my eyes with Cha the beautiful stranger, one which I admired from a distance with awe but no bond, no silly sister memories and petty sister moments that you can remember at an instant and laugh together over like crazy mad women while the world looks from a far off and shake their heads in sane sadness. And THAT, I have to honestly say that was one of the scariest feeling I've felt in a long time (and believe me, I freak myself out fairly regularly so "scariest" ranks waaay high in the markings).

I'm so so so thankful Cha was born in MY life and is MY sister--for richer or poorer, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, as long as we both shall live!! She is stuck with me forever and I'll always be stuck to her.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LITTLE SISTER!!


At a certain primary school during their weekly class on morals, a group of first-grade students were asked to finish the story of the hardworking ant and the lazy grasshopper in the way they thought would be best.
Most of us know this story—one of Aesop’s fables—how the Grasshopper wasted the summer months playing his fiddle while the Ant labored hard storing food for the winter. When cold finally came, the industrious Ant and his friends were all safely tucked away with all that they would need, while the Grasshopper was left to search for food and found himself dying of hunger.

 The six-year-olds were asked to draw a picture of and rewrite the ending of the story in any way they would like, but it needed to involve the Grasshopper asking the Ant for help. About half of the first-graders took the general view that since the Grasshopper was undeserving, the Ant refused to help him. The other half changed the end to say that the Ant told the Grasshopper to learn his lesson, and then he gave the Grasshopper half of what he had.
Then a little boy stood up and gave this version of the tale: After the Grasshopper came to the Ant and begged for food, the Ant unhesitatingly gave all the food he had. Not half or most, but everything. The boy was not finished, however, and he cheerfully continued: “The Ant didn’t have any food left, so he died. But then the Grasshopper was so sad that the Ant had died that he told everyone what the Ant had done to save his life. And the Grasshopper became a good Grasshopper.”

Two things came to mind when this story was related to me. First it reminded me what giving meant to Jesus. He didn’t go halfway for us, and He didn’t say we were “undeserving,” but He gave His all so that we could learn to be good. It was only through Him totally sacrificing His life that we were able to receive the gift of eternal life. It was just the way the Ant died for the Grasshopper in the six-year-old’s retelling of the classic tale. And for us it should also not end there. In gratitude, we should follow His example and give our all to tell of the wonderful thing He did for us.
Second, I learned what it means to give your all. It is not true giving unless it hurts, but when you do truly give it will be multiplied many times over. “Except a corn of wheat fall into the ground and die, it abideth alone.” But it doesn’t end there. Here is the bittersweet promise that makes it all worthwhile: “But if it die it bringeth forth much fruit” (John 12:24 KJV).

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