Boży tort/God's cake

God's Cake

"Sometimes we wonder, "What did I do to deserve this?" or "Why did God have to do this to me?" Here is a wonderful explanation!

A daughter is telling her Mother how everything is going wrong, she's failing algebra, her boyfriend broke up with her and her best friend is moving away.

Meanwhile, her Mother is baking a cake and asks her daughter if she would like a snack, and the daughter says, "Absolutely Mom, I love your cake."

"Here, have some cooking oil," her Mother offers.

"Yuck" says her daughter.

"How about a couple raw eggs?"

"Gross, Mom!"

"Would you like some flour then? Or maybe baking soda?"


"Mom, those are all yucky!"

To which the mother replies: "Yes, all those things seem bad all by themselves. But when they are put together in the right way, they make a wonderfully delicious cake!

God works the same way. Many times we wonder why He would let us go through such bad and difficult times. But God knows that when He puts these things all in His order, they always work for good! We just have to trust Him and, eventually, they will all make something wonderful!

God is crazy about you. He sends you flowers every spring and a sunrise every morning.

Whenever you want to talk, He'll listen. He can live anywhere in the universe, and He chose your heart."

The trials and experiences of our lives will create a beautiful cake in eternal life.

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Polska wersja: Rady Babci Marysi

(author unknown)


Love & Blessings

From my friend Sheila:
http://bluebirdyliving.blogspot.com/

More Swati's cakes: http://sugarcraftindia.blogspot.com/

Pamiętajmy o tych co odeszli../ Memory of those who have gone

Pamiętajmy o tych co odeszli!

Zbliża się Święto Zmarłych. Już od kilu dni trwa wielki ruch na cmentarzach- czyszczenie grobów, nowe kwiaty, znicze. Za parę dni będzie tłok w różnych środkach lokomocji, na drogach i na cmentarzach.
To piękny zwyczaj, ale czy nie przesadzamy. Ile pieniędzy kosztuje przystrojenie grobów. Zrobiliśmy z tego wielki szoł, zarabiają na tym kwiaciarnie i wszyscy handlujący zniczami i innymi dekoracjami. Wieczorem będzie się unosił smog jak z huty, za co zawsze mamy pretensje do tego, że zatruwają środowisko.
Czy nie lepiej byłoby, gdyby ten olbrzymi nadmiar wykorzystać na inny cel?
Tyle ludzi cierpi na niedostatek- na głód, wiele osób nie ma się w co ubrać a zima nadchodzi.
Jestem bardzo za tym, żeby dbać o cmentarze, pamiętać o zmarłych cały rok, nie tylko od święta, ale z umiarem, bez popisywania się.
Uszanujmy miejsce spoczynku naszych bliskich osób z umiarem i powagą.

W klimat listopadowej zadumy doskonale wprowadza poezja w wykonaniu Elżbiety Jabłonki, byłej aktorki Teatru im. Adama Mickiewicza w Częstochowie.
Video: Listopadowa zaduma..

Young at heart / młodzi duchem

My friend from Australia, ERIC SHACKLE (http://lifebeginsat80.blogspot.com/)
send me in comment section for my 80th Birthday wonderful article about
Life Begins at 80th.
I'd like to share it with everybody.

LIFE BEGINS AT 80
By Frank C. Laubach

I have good news for you. The first 80 years are the hardest. The second 80 are a succession of birthday parties. Once you reach 80, everyone wants to carry your baggage and help you up the steps. If you forget your name or anybody else's name, or an appointment, or your own telephone number, or promise to be three places at the same time, or can't remember how many grandchildren you have, you need only explain that you are 80.

Being 80 is a lot better than being 70. At 70 people are mad at you for everything. At 80 you have a perfect excuse no matter what you do. If you act foolishly, it's your second childhood. Everybody is looking for symptoms of softening of the brain.

Being 70 is no fun at all. At that age they expect you to retire to a house in Florida and complain about your arthritis (they used to call it lumbago) and you ask everybody to stop mumbling because you can't understand them. (Actually your hearing is about 50 percent gone.)

If you survive until you are 80, everybody is surprised that you are still alive. They treat you with respect just for having lived so long. Actually they seem surprised that you can walk and talk sensibly.

So please, folks, try to make it to 80. It's the best time of life. People forgive you for anything. If you ask me, life begins at 80.

(Reprinted by permission of the Laubach Family Association )

You see - getting older is not a problem. It is an adventure.
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This week I found in the Internet information about the most powerful people over age 80.
I am Octogenarian also. They forgot about me? (just kidding)
Octogenarians
The 80 most powerful people over age 80

I wonder which of my blogger's friend is Oktogenarian also?
It is the best time of life!
People forgive you for anything.