PSALM 145

I lift you high in praise, my God, O my King! and I’ll bless your name into eternity.

I’ll bless you every day, and keep it up from now to eternity.

God is magnificent; he can never be praised enough.

There are no boundaries to his greatness.

Generation after generation stands in awe of your work; each one tells stories of your mighty acts.

Your beauty and splendor have everyone talking; I compose songs on your wonders.

Your marvelous doings are headline news; I could write a book full of the details of your greatness.

The fame of your goodness spreads across the country; your righteousness is on everyone’s lips.

God is all mercy and grace - not quick to anger, is rich in love.

God is good to one and all; everything he does is suffused with grace.

Creation and creatures applaud you, God; your holy people bless you.

They talk about the glories of your rule, they exclaim over your splendor,

Letting the world know of your power for good, the lavish splendor of your kingdom.

Your kingdom is a kingdom eternal; you never get voted out of office.

God always does what he says, and is gracious in everything he does.

God gives a hand to those down on their luck, gives a fresh start to those ready to quit.

All eyes are on you, expectant; you give them their meals on time.

Generous to a fault, you lavish your favor on all creatures.

Everything God does is right - the trademark on all his works is love.

God’s there, listening for all who pray, for all who pray and mean it.

He does what’s best for those who fear him - hears them call out, and saves them.

God sticks by all who love him, but it’s all over for those who don’t.

My mouth is filled with God’s praise. Let everything living bless him, bless his holy name from now to eternity!

L ‘HISTOIRE DE KIM

Viata dupa tragedie

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http://www.kimfoundation.com J’ai trouvé cette adresse sur un site chrétien roumain: http://dorupope.com/

C’est l’histoire d’une fille. Mon français n’est pas la meilleure, donc je vous invite à lire sur son site. Je copie ici le premier paragraphe:

“La guerre du Viet Nam a donné lieu à bien des tragédies dont certaines sont restées gravées dans notre conscience collective. La photo de cette petite fille courant toute nue sur la route, son corps enveloppé par les flammes du napalm, a changé la façon dont le monde entier voyait la guerre du Viet Nam, sinon toutes les guerres. C’est une photo qui a fait le tour du monde et qui a ultérieurement valu un prix Pulitzer à son auteur. La petite fille qu’on voit sur cette photo, c’est Kim Phuc.” Lire ici

KIM ‘S STORY

Viata dupa tragedie

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http://www.kimfoundation.com I found this link on a romanian christian site: http://dorupope.com/

This is a story of a girl. My english is not the best, so I just invite you to read it on her site. I will only copy here the first paragraph:

“The Vietnam War gave rise to many tragedies, some more familiar than others. A photograph of a young girl running naked down a road, her skin on fire with napalm, changed the way the world looked at the Vietnam War, and indeed at all wars. That photograph was seen around the world, and later won a Pulitzer Prize. The girl in that photograph is Kim Phuc.” Read here

BUTTERFLIES

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Perhaps only a balerine dance can be so graceful as a butterfly flying. While a dance balerine means much work, sacrifices and passion, the graceful flight of the butterfly IS the naturalness, the delicacy and the uniqueness that only God can inspire. Let’s enjoy these delicate wonders.

A butterfly is an insect of the order Lepidoptera. Like all Lepidoptera, butterflies are notable for their unusual life cycle with a larval caterpillar stage, an inactive pupal stage, and a spectacular metamorphosis into a familiar and colourful winged adult form.

SEAHORSES

Calutul de mare

Seahorses (Hippocampus) belong to the family Syngnathidae, which also includes pipefish and leafy sea dragons. There are over 32 species of seahorse, mainly found in shallow tropical and temperate waters throughout the world. They prefer to live in sheltered areas such as sea grass beds, coral reefs, or mangroves. These fish form territories, with males staying in about one square meter of their habitat while females range about one hundred times that area. They bob around in sea grass meadows, mangrove stands, and coral reefs where they are camouflaged by murky brown and grey patterns that blend into the sea grass backgrounds. During social moments or in unusual surroundings, seahorses turn bright colors.

a 29 seconds video with a yellow sea-horse

Physical description

PSALM 121

PSALM 121 A song of ascents

I lift up my eyes to the hills - where does my help come from?

My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.

He will not let your foot slip - He who watches over you will not slumber;

indeed, He who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.

The Lord watches over you - the Lord is your shade at your right hand;

the sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night.

The Lord will keep you from all harm - He will watch over your life;

The Lord will watch over your coming and going

both now and FOREVERMORE

“GOODMAN ION ROATA AND THE UNION OF THE PRINCIPALITIES” by ION CREANGA #2

( continuing from here )

“Well, good people, I venture to say you’ve got it clear now!”

“Clear, master, as clear as daylight”, most of them aswered. “God speed you in these your good courses!”

“Nay, master, I still haven’t got it clear”, goodman roata answered.

“God help us, goodman Ion, but as far as I can see, you are a trifle thick headed; let us go into the garden and I’ll make you see it better. Goodman Ion, do you see that huge boulder, over there, in my courtyard?”

“That do we, master.”

“GOODMAN ION ROATA AND THE UNION OF THE PRINCIPALITIES” by ION CREANGA #1

The author, Ion Creangă (born March 1, 1837 or June 10, 1839 in Humuleşti, Neamţ County — dead December 31, 1889 in Iaşi) was a Romanian writer, storyteller and memoirist. (click here to read about him)

HISTORY AND LEGEND IN ROMANIAN; SHORT STORIES AND TALES

GOODMAN ION ROATA AND THE UNION OF THE PRINCIPALITIES

(translated by Ana Cartianu)

In 1857, when excitement about the Union was at boiling point in Jassy, the liberal boyars of moldavia, such as Costache Hurmuzaki, M. Kogalniceanu and others, deemed it right to summon to the Convention some leading men of the villages, one from each other administrative region, so that they too should have a share in carrying out of this splendid and noble national act.

As soon as the peasants got to Jassy, the boyars each contributed their share and had  them beautifully turned out and dresses alike, in white peasant coats and brand-new fur caps. The peasants could scarcely make out what good fortune had come their way. Then, so the report goes, they handed them over to the care of one of the boyars who was to talk to them and make them understand the purpose for wich they had been summoned to Jassy.

ABOVE ALL

Performing Lenny Leblanc

Lyrics:

Verse 1

Above all powers, above all kings
Above all nature and all created things
Above all wisdom and all the ways of man
You were here before the world began

Verse 2
Above all kingdoms, above all thrones
Above all wonders the world has ever known
Above all wealth and treasures of the earth
There’s no way to measure what You’re worth

CHORUS
Crucified, laid behind the stone
You lived to die rejected and alone
Like a rose trampled on the ground
You took the fall and thought of me
Above all.

Sursa pentru text in engleza http://www.metrolyrics.com/above-all-lyrics-michael-w-smith.html

YOU ARE SPECIAL (PUNCHINELLO) by MAX LUCADO

The Wemmicks were small wooden people. Each of the wooden people was carved by a woodworker named Eli. His workshop sat on a hill overlooking their village. Every Wemmick was different. Some had big noses, others had large eyes. Some were tall and others were short. Some wore hats, others wore coats. But all were made by the same carver and all lived in the village. And all day, every day, the Wemmicks did the same thing: They gave each other stickers. Each Wemmick had a box of golden star stickers and a box of gray dot stickers. Up and down the streets all over the city, people could be seen sticking stars or dots on one another.