<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1"?><rss version="1.0"><channel><title>Diary of nilima dahat</title><link>http://0oo0.rediffiland.com/</link><description>Diary of nilima dahat</description><language>en-us</language><item><title>priorities</title><description><![CDATA[<P><FONT color=#cc0000 size=6>"WHAT ARE YOUR PRIORITIES?"</FONT></P><P><BR><FONT color=#333399 size=6>While at the park one day, a woman sat down next to a man on a bench near a playground. "That's my son over there," she said, pointing to a little boy in a red sweater who was gliding down the slide.<BR><BR>"He's a fine looking boy," the man said. "That's my son on the swing in the blue sweater."<BR>Then, looking at his watch, he called to his son. "What do you say we go, Todd?"<BR><BR>Todd pleaded, "Just five more minutes, Dad. Please? Just five more minutes." The man nodded and Todd continued to swing to his heart's content.<BR><BR>Minutes passed and the father stood and called again to his son. "Time to go now?"<BR>Again Todd pleaded, "Five more minutes, Dad. Just five more minutes."<BR><BR>The man smiled and said, "O.K."<BR><BR>"My, you certainly are a patient father," the woman responded.<BR><BR>The man smiled and then said, "My older son Tommy was killed by a drunk driver last year while he was riding his bike near here.<BR>I never spent much time with Tommy and now I'd give anything for just five more minutes with him. I've vowed not to make the same mistake with Todd. He thinks he has five more minutes to swing.<BR>The truth is, I get Five more minutes to watch him play."<BR><BR>Life is all about making priorities, what are your priorities?????<BR><BR></FONT></P><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home1/526/402d0b187e76cde35891d7f426400298/homep/images/1192648899">]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 18 Oct 2007 00:40:50 +0530</pubDate><link>http://pearll.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/10/18/priorities.html</link></item><item><title>the box of dream</title><description><![CDATA[<P><FONT color=#ff0000 size=6>The Box of Dreams</FONT></P><P><BR><FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color=#006600 size=5><STRONG>LONG AGO, in a city called Carmiel (meaning vineyard) the people were very unhappy. Everyone was poor, and had nothing they desired. Except for one little girl named Evelyn.<BR>The ruler of Carmiel saw that his people were unhappy. He did not know what to do. So the ruler thought, "Maybe a good night's rest will help, I will think of something, yes, perhaps in the morning". He yawned and drifted off to sleep.<BR>As the ruler slept, he dreamed. He dreamed of his people happy. They were having parties and dancing again. Yes, they were laughing and smiling. Where did such happiness come from? There was a long line of the people waiting. What were they waiting for? They were looking into something... This thing was making them smile, but what was it? <BR>In the morning, the ruler awakened. He yawned and opened his eyes. Suddenly, he remembered the dream. "My people, happily looking into something... Now what was it?" The ruler mumbled to himself as his servant served him breakfast. "Having parties again, smiling, laughing, even. I know- it was a box! A beautiful box! A polished wood chest with jewels all around it!"<BR>SO AS SOON as possible, the ruler sent the town carpenter to work. "It must be the most beautiful chest ever, polished with jewels all around it", he exclaimed to the carpenter. Then the ruler stayed all day at the wood shop, making sure everything was just as he had dreamed. <BR>Meanwhile, Evelyn was helping her mother prepare dinner for the ruler. "Oh, mother, it sounded wonderful, the way he was describing the chest, polished and with jewels, too! But he wouldn't say what he was making it for. I think he's going to put a ton of gold-" "That will be enough, Evelyn, you know I tell you too often to keep from eavesdropping like that. Especially on our highness. Sometimes I think you have more curiosity than is good for you. Now keep your mouth shut and keep peeling those potatoes." Evelyn sighed. "Yes, mother". But of course, Evelyn couldn't help thinking about the chest- or what treasures it was to hold... <BR>THAT NIGHT IN the Ruler's bedroom, the ruler smiled at the big, wooden, chest, and at all it's beauty. "Yes", he thought, "Yes, this is exactly as I had dreamed." And so it was. He could only hope that his dreams he would have that night would fill the chest. That night, his dream came.<BR>He dreamt of wonderful things, big feasts, parties, smiles, laughter, riches, families together. Yes, everyone was smiling. He dreamt beautiful colors, wishes come true. At the very end of the dream, there was the most wonderful thing of all. Carmiel's dead, withered, vines suddenly burst out in the most beautiful green ever, and ripe, sweet, deep purple grapes grew out of the vines. There were so many grapes that he knew his people would never go hungry again. <BR>When the ruler awakened, he only remembered one thing. Something about the old vineyard. He did not remember anything else. He could only hope what he dreamed was good, and that all of the good things were in the chest.<BR>The ruler announced to his people to come to the vineyard that day, dressed in their finest clothing. Evelyn and her mother were among the people who heard the news, and Evelyn knew that the ruler was talking about the chest. <BR><BR>When the ruler awakened, he only remembered one thing. Something about the old vineyard. He did not remember anything else. He could only hope what he dreamed was good, and that all of the good things were in the chest.<BR>The ruler announced to his people to come to the vineyard that day, dressed in their finest clothing. Evelyn and her mother were among the people who heard the news, and Evelyn knew that the ruler was talking about the chest. <BR>THAT EVENING, AFTER Evelyn and her mother had prepared the feast for the special banquette for the chest, they dressed in their finest clothes. "I wonder what would be so important that the ruler would want a feast for?" Evelyn's mother wondered out loud. "I think I know", said Evelyn almost to herself. <BR>After everything was ready for the feast, Evelyn and her mother set off to the old vineyard. There was a long line in front of the vineyard gate, and everyone gave each other confused looks. "Why the old vineyard, I wonder?", a lady said. "I heard there is going to be a feast", said the lady's friend. "Silence", said the ruler loudly, but gently. Everyone turned their eyes to the ruler. "Everyone one of you, I am sure, has at least one hope for their future. Today, I am wishing that you will find that hope, that dream. After I have opened the gate, one by one you will enter. You will open a chest, see what there is to see, a walk out of the vineyard."<BR>The chest did make people happy, just as the ruler had dreamed. An unhappy woman saw herself at a party. A hungry man saw himself at a feast. Everyone came out of the vineyard smiling and overjoyed. "A big feast! With turkey and mashed potatoes..." described the hungry man. Finally, it was Evelyn's turn. When she opened the chest, she saw-<BR>NOTHING. EVELYN SAW only the wood of the bottom of the chest. "Was this some kind of joke?" Evelyn asked herself. Puzzled, she looked deeper into the box and felt it. "Is there some kind of trick to it?" she mumbled to herself. Disappointed, Evelyn walked out of the vineyard.<BR>After the great feast, Evelyn and her mother were washing the towering stacks of dishes. Evelyn was silent. "Why didn't the chest show me anything?" she thought. Her mother handed her the wet wash rags to hang out in the vineyard. "You must be tired, Evelyn, hurry now so we can go home."<BR>Evelyn walked into the vineyard and hung up the towels to dry. She noticed the chest was still there. "Maybe just one more look," Evelyn thought. She walked over to the chest. She closed her eyes. "Please show me something chest." She opened it and - <BR>Brilliant colors spun out so beautiful- so bright. Evelyn let out a scream. She closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes - it was the most beautiful thing ever - grapes, green vines everywhere, enough to keep the people fed forever. The ruler and Evelyn's mother came running into the vineyard. "Honey is everything alrigh-" The ruler and her mother smiled. "Why did the box show me nothing, but give me something?" Evelyn asked the ruler. He replied, "Those who desire see what they desire in the chest, those who are grateful see nothing but receive for others, for they have all they will ever need. One day, I hope all will see that the box is empty, just like you."<BR><BR><BR></STRONG></FONT></P><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home1/526/402d0b187e76cde35891d7f426400298/homep/images/1192648931">]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 18 Oct 2007 00:38:09 +0530</pubDate><link>http://pearll.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/10/18/the-box-of.html</link></item><item><title>scars in life</title><description><![CDATA[<FONT color=#cc0000 size=6><STRONG>Scars in life<BR><BR></STRONG></FONT><FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color=#3333ff size=5><STRONG>Some years ago on a hot summer day in South Florida, a little boy decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house.<BR>In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out the back door,leaving behind shoes, socks, and shirt as he went.<BR>He flew into the water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, that an alligator was swimming toward the shore. His mother in the house was looking out the window saw the two as they got closer and closer together.<BR>In utter fear, she ran toward the water, yelling to her son as loudly as she could. Hearing her voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his mother. It was too late. Just as he reached her, the alligator reached him.<BR>From the dock, the mother grabbed her little boy by the arms just as the alligator snatched his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war between the two. The alligator was much stronger than the mother, but she was much too passionate to let go. A farmer happened to drive by, heard her screams, raced from his truck, took aim and shot the alligator.<BR>Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little boy survived. His legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attack of the animal, and on his arms, were deep scratches where his mother's fingernails dug into his flesh in her effort to hang on to the son she loved.<BR>The newspaper reporter who interviewed the boy after the trauma, asked if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his pant legs.<BR>And then, with obvious pride, he said to the reporter, "But look at my arms. I have great scars on my arms, too. I have them because my Mom wouldn't let go."<BR>You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars, too. No, not from an alligator, or anything quite so dramatic.<BR>But the scars of a painful past. Some of those scars are unsightly and have caused us deep regret. But, some wounds, my friend, are because God has refused to let go. In the midst of your struggle, He's been there holding on to you.<BR>You are a child of God. He wants to protect you and provide for you in every way. But sometimes we foolishly wade into dangerous situations.<BR>The swimming hole of life is filled with peril -- and we forget that the enemy is waiting to attack. That's when the tug-of-war begins -- and if you have the scars of His love on your arms be very, very grateful.<BR>He did not and will not -- let you go.<BR>If you see someone without a smile, stop ... and give them yours. God has blessed you, so that you can be a blessing to others.<BR>You just never know where a person is in his/her life and what they are going through.<BR>That is why it is soooo important that we are not selfish to receive the blessings of these messages without forwarding them to someone else.<BR>Please pass it on or print it out and send it to someone else. It is more blessed to give than to receive.<BR>You don't have any problems that the Lord can't solve, please stay encouraged<BR>and even more lasting."<BR><BR></STRONG></FONT><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home1/526/402d0b187e76cde35891d7f426400298/homep/images/1192648965">]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 18 Oct 2007 00:34:00 +0530</pubDate><link>http://pearll.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/10/18/scars-in.html</link></item></channel></rss>