Wednesday, March 01, 2006
inbox indiscretions # 4...
Time to showcase another gem that landed, somewhen, somehow, in the cozy confines of my inbox! I am not revealing my "sources" - neither am I revealing which one of my e-mail providers this came from! However, I care not about keeping the veil of secrecy around my lousy ISP...! Read on though... there's much more to this "Formidable Forwardable" before we get to any ISPs...!
This is awesome!
At the end of this story, it gives you two options. I think you will
figure out what option I chose.
A cold March wind danced around the dead of night in Dallas as the doctor
walked into the small hospital room of Diana Blessing. She was still
groggy from surgery. Her husband, David, held her hand as they braced
themselves for the latest news.
That afternoon of March 10, 1991, complications had forced Diana, only
24-weeks pregnant, to undergo an emergency Cesarean to deliver couple's
new daughter, Dana Lu Blessing.
At 12 inches long and weighing only one pound nine ounces, they already
knew she was perilously premature. Still, the doctor's soft words dropped
like bombs.
"I don't think she's going to make it," he said, as kindly as he could.
"There's only a 10-percent chance she will live through the night, and
even then, if by some slim chance she does make it, her future could be a
very cruel one."
Numb with disbelief, David and Diana listened as the doctor described the
devastating problems Dana would likely face if she survived.
She would never walk, she would never talk, she would probably be blind,
and she would certainly be prone to other catastrophic conditions from
cerebral palsy to complete mental retardation, and on and on.
"No! No!" was all Diana could say.
She and David, with their 5-year-old son Dustin, had long dreamed of the
day they would have a daughter to become a family of four. Now, within a
matter of hours, that dream was slipping away.
But as those first days passed, a new agony set in for David and Diana.
Because Dana's underdeveloped nervous system was essentially 'raw', the
lightest kiss or caress only intensified her discomfort, so they couldn't
even cradle their tiny baby girl against their chests to offer the strength of their love. All they could do, as Dana struggled alone beneath the ultraviolet light in the tangle of tubes and wires, was to pray that God would stay close to their precious little girl.
There was never a moment when Dana suddenly grew stronger. But as the
weeks went by, she did slowly gain an ounce of weight here and an ounce of
strength there.
At last, when Dana turned two months old, her parents were able to hold
her in their arms for the very first time. And two months later, though
doctors continued to gently but grimly warn that her chances of surviving,
much less living any kind of normal life, were next to zero, Dana went home from the hospital, just as her mother had predicted.
Five years later, when Dana was a petite but feisty young girl with
glittering gray eyes and an unquenchable zest for life. She showed no
signs whatsoever of any mental or physical impairment. Simply, she was
everything a little girl can be and more. But that happy ending is far
from the end of her story.
One blistering afternoon in the summer of 1996 near her home in Irving,
Texas, Dana was sitting in her mother's lap in the bleachers of a local ball park where her brother Dustin's baseball team was practicing.
As always, Dana was chattering nonstop with her mother and several other
adults sitting nearby when she suddenly fell silent
Hugging her arms across her chest, little Dana asked, "Do you smell that?"
Smelling the air and detecting the approach of a thunderstorm, Diana
replied, "Yes, it smells like rain."
Dana closed her eyes and again asked, "Do you smell that?"
Once again, her mother replied, "Yes, I think we're about to get wet. It
smells like rain."
Still caught in the moment, Dana shook her head, patted her thin shoulders
with her small hands and loudly announced,
"No, it smells like Him.
It smells like God when you lay your head on His chest."
Tears blurred Diana's eyes as Dana happily hopped down to play with the
other children.
Before the rains came, her daughter's words confirmed what Diana and all
the members of the extended Blessing family had known, at least in their
hearts, all along.
During those long days and nights of her first two months of her life,
when her nerves were too sensitive for them to touch her, God was holding
Dana on His chest and it is His loving scent that she remembers so well.
You now have 1 of 2 choices. You can either pass this on and let other
people catch the chills like you did, or you can delete this and act like
it didn't touch your heart like it did mine.
IT'S YOUR CALL!
"I can do all things in Him who strengthens me."
This morning when the Lord opened a window to Heaven, He saw me, and He
asked: "My child, what is your greatest wish for today?" I responded:
"Lord please, take care of the person who is reading this message, their family and their special friends. They deserve it and I love them very much" The love of God is like the ocean, you can see its beginning, but not its end.
This message works on the day you receive it. Let us see if it is true.
ANGELS EXIST but some times, since they don't all have wings, we call them
FRIENDS.
Pass this on to your true friends. Something good will happen to you at
11:00 in the morning; something that you have been waiting to hear. This
is not a joke; someone will call you by phone or will speak to you
about something that you were waiting to hear.
Do not break this prayer; send it to a minimum of 5 people.
Netscape. Just the Net You Need.
Aw - NOW I know that this message is of Divine Origin - it got to me thanks to Netscape! ;)
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This is awesome!
At the end of this story, it gives you two options. I think you will
figure out what option I chose.
A cold March wind danced around the dead of night in Dallas as the doctor
walked into the small hospital room of Diana Blessing. She was still
groggy from surgery. Her husband, David, held her hand as they braced
themselves for the latest news.
That afternoon of March 10, 1991, complications had forced Diana, only
24-weeks pregnant, to undergo an emergency Cesarean to deliver couple's
new daughter, Dana Lu Blessing.
At 12 inches long and weighing only one pound nine ounces, they already
knew she was perilously premature. Still, the doctor's soft words dropped
like bombs.
"I don't think she's going to make it," he said, as kindly as he could.
"There's only a 10-percent chance she will live through the night, and
even then, if by some slim chance she does make it, her future could be a
very cruel one."
Numb with disbelief, David and Diana listened as the doctor described the
devastating problems Dana would likely face if she survived.
She would never walk, she would never talk, she would probably be blind,
and she would certainly be prone to other catastrophic conditions from
cerebral palsy to complete mental retardation, and on and on.
"No! No!" was all Diana could say.
She and David, with their 5-year-old son Dustin, had long dreamed of the
day they would have a daughter to become a family of four. Now, within a
matter of hours, that dream was slipping away.
But as those first days passed, a new agony set in for David and Diana.
Because Dana's underdeveloped nervous system was essentially 'raw', the
lightest kiss or caress only intensified her discomfort, so they couldn't
even cradle their tiny baby girl against their chests to offer the strength of their love. All they could do, as Dana struggled alone beneath the ultraviolet light in the tangle of tubes and wires, was to pray that God would stay close to their precious little girl.
There was never a moment when Dana suddenly grew stronger. But as the
weeks went by, she did slowly gain an ounce of weight here and an ounce of
strength there.
At last, when Dana turned two months old, her parents were able to hold
her in their arms for the very first time. And two months later, though
doctors continued to gently but grimly warn that her chances of surviving,
much less living any kind of normal life, were next to zero, Dana went home from the hospital, just as her mother had predicted.
Five years later, when Dana was a petite but feisty young girl with
glittering gray eyes and an unquenchable zest for life. She showed no
signs whatsoever of any mental or physical impairment. Simply, she was
everything a little girl can be and more. But that happy ending is far
from the end of her story.
One blistering afternoon in the summer of 1996 near her home in Irving,
Texas, Dana was sitting in her mother's lap in the bleachers of a local ball park where her brother Dustin's baseball team was practicing.
As always, Dana was chattering nonstop with her mother and several other
adults sitting nearby when she suddenly fell silent
Hugging her arms across her chest, little Dana asked, "Do you smell that?"
Smelling the air and detecting the approach of a thunderstorm, Diana
replied, "Yes, it smells like rain."
Dana closed her eyes and again asked, "Do you smell that?"
Once again, her mother replied, "Yes, I think we're about to get wet. It
smells like rain."
Still caught in the moment, Dana shook her head, patted her thin shoulders
with her small hands and loudly announced,
"No, it smells like Him.
It smells like God when you lay your head on His chest."
Tears blurred Diana's eyes as Dana happily hopped down to play with the
other children.
Before the rains came, her daughter's words confirmed what Diana and all
the members of the extended Blessing family had known, at least in their
hearts, all along.
During those long days and nights of her first two months of her life,
when her nerves were too sensitive for them to touch her, God was holding
Dana on His chest and it is His loving scent that she remembers so well.
You now have 1 of 2 choices. You can either pass this on and let other
people catch the chills like you did, or you can delete this and act like
it didn't touch your heart like it did mine.
IT'S YOUR CALL!
"I can do all things in Him who strengthens me."
This morning when the Lord opened a window to Heaven, He saw me, and He
asked: "My child, what is your greatest wish for today?" I responded:
"Lord please, take care of the person who is reading this message, their family and their special friends. They deserve it and I love them very much" The love of God is like the ocean, you can see its beginning, but not its end.
This message works on the day you receive it. Let us see if it is true.
ANGELS EXIST but some times, since they don't all have wings, we call them
FRIENDS.
Pass this on to your true friends. Something good will happen to you at
11:00 in the morning; something that you have been waiting to hear. This
is not a joke; someone will call you by phone or will speak to you
about something that you were waiting to hear.
Do not break this prayer; send it to a minimum of 5 people.
Netscape. Just the Net You Need.
Aw - NOW I know that this message is of Divine Origin - it got to me thanks to Netscape! ;)
Link
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Luce,
That truely IS a gem of a forward. What a wonderful story. That is so touching. The little girl so innocently said that, without realizing that not everyone could smell God like she did.
It also shows that the parents had instilled the love of God in their little girl even at such a young age.
Having a child that loves God so much at that young age, must be such a joy.
Thank you so much Luce, for sharing that forward with us. It truely is a Great one you found.
God Bless You (\ô/)
((Warm Hugs))
Countess :)
That truely IS a gem of a forward. What a wonderful story. That is so touching. The little girl so innocently said that, without realizing that not everyone could smell God like she did.
It also shows that the parents had instilled the love of God in their little girl even at such a young age.
Having a child that loves God so much at that young age, must be such a joy.
Thank you so much Luce, for sharing that forward with us. It truely is a Great one you found.
God Bless You (\ô/)
((Warm Hugs))
Countess :)
A gem indeed!
And here are other comments, made elsewhere, thanks to RSS feeds technology! *lol*
Ketutar G. Wednesday March 1, 2006, 6:34 pm
I can't wait to hear what will happen to you 11 A.M.
Pamela Waller Wednesday March 1, 2006, 6:54 pm
Yeah, I will be waiting to hear what happen to you too.
~ Pamela
Hmm... comme le disait si bien le bon vieux Capitaine Bonhomme... "les sceptiques seront confondus!"
That is, skepticism will be confounded... Capitaine Bonhomme was all that Captain Kangaroo was - and more! But... he had one fatal flaw, that impeded his worldwide fame - he was a Frenchie!
Still, I remember him!
And I shall confound skeptics - in his memory - starting tomorrow!
;)
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And here are other comments, made elsewhere, thanks to RSS feeds technology! *lol*
Ketutar G. Wednesday March 1, 2006, 6:34 pm
I can't wait to hear what will happen to you 11 A.M.
Pamela Waller Wednesday March 1, 2006, 6:54 pm
Yeah, I will be waiting to hear what happen to you too.
~ Pamela
Hmm... comme le disait si bien le bon vieux Capitaine Bonhomme... "les sceptiques seront confondus!"
That is, skepticism will be confounded... Capitaine Bonhomme was all that Captain Kangaroo was - and more! But... he had one fatal flaw, that impeded his worldwide fame - he was a Frenchie!
Still, I remember him!
And I shall confound skeptics - in his memory - starting tomorrow!
;)
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