Hola! You are in the site where I put my rants, my opinions and everything that I wanna put here. This is my page so if you have any violent reactions, better stay away from my page. There are just simple RULES here tho.
1. No bad words.
2. No spamming.
3. Be friendly.
4. No ripping.
5. No copycats.
6. Link me.
♥ Bibeth
Hola! I'm Bibeth, partyin' since the 6th of March 1996 and a Princess. I love photography, blue, blogging, and many more. I am just a normal lass living in this normal world normally. I ain't perfect. That's all. Well then, go to my tagboard. It's that easy. :]
NickkieBoy | Shaira | Fumiko | Chrizel | LeahGreen | Lorisse | CRPStories
Just Choose Here :] Let's Reminisce.
Saturday, January 08, 2011
DEACTIVATE
I am going to deactivate this account but I dont know when. Okay, so let us all please stay calm. I will just post my NEW BLOG here okay? No, I won't deactivate it. I'll just abandon it. LOL.
Saturday, January 08, 2011
The Smell of Rain
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 forcedDiana, only 24-weeks pregnant, to undergo an emergencyCesarean 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 doctordescribed 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 longdreamed of the day they would have a daughter to become afamily 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 wasessentially '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 butgrimly 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 inIrving, 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 andseveral 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 whatDiana 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.
________________________
ANGELS EXIST but some times, since they don't all have wings, we call them FRIENDS
_________________________
Tuesday, January 04, 2011
People.
I have seen many people I know a while ago. It was very funny because they don't seem to notice me. Some of them didn't even notice me. I don't know why. Haha.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
MISS.
I am missing someone or something. I don't know who or what. I just feel that something is wrong, that my life is not complete. :|
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
This 2010
I learned a lot of things about life, love and friendship. Ha. I know I've been very stupid this year but then, that can't be removed. I'm just a human. I commit mistakes. Yeah, I know that that I'm just a human is just an alibi. I know that everyone should strive hard to be righteous. But, it's just too hard. I mean, I've been okay this year but I can't fully move-on with the past me. Oh, I have a very big confession to make. Here they are (I hope you guys won't hate me because of these things.):
- I still say bad words. Yes. I know that here in my blog, I have a rule that nobody shall say bad and foul words. But hey, I just did that in order for me to avoid those things because I'm moving on with those. Defensive much? Heck no. I just want to control myself not to say those things but still, I can't. It's hard. Very, very hard and I'm doing my best not to but my mind...it can't stop.
- I still shout at my mother,
sometimes. Yeah, I can't help it. Why? She's always nagging me that's why I'm always irritated. I don't have a long patience. I get irritated easily. So, there. I do that sometimes. - I have a very sharp tongue. That's why I want to cut my tongue. Ha ha. Sometimes, my words are not in place anymore.
- I'm lazy.
I want to change next year. Ha ha. I know I need to change now. But it's too hard. :|
Monday, December 20, 2010
Christmas Party Gifts.
Yeah, I received some gifts from my friends last December 17. :)
This was from Marimar because of the EXCHANGE GIFTS.
Our souvenir from Sir Rein Jul. Hey, all of us have that. The designs are just different.
This one is from Fumiko. Sareh for the face.
From Chrizel, oh, it also has a letter.
From Shaira.
And this one's from Christine.
Oh, I forgot. This notebook is from Mommy Bea.
Saturday, November 06, 2010
I give up. I'm sick of all the things around me.