Acceptance & Unconditional Love

To love without condition means giving yourself, and the significant others in your life, the freedom to be who and how they want to be. This is one of the biggest challenges in understanding relationships.

It is when we are complete within ourselves, and we love from this place, that the true beauty and joy of relationship is revealed. Try it this week and see how it goes. You may just find that you are more apt to understand the dynamics between you and your significant other.

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In Relationships Feelings Of Jealousy

Occasional jealousy is natural and can help keep a relationship alive,
but if it becomes intense and irrational it can very destructive.
We’ve
all experienced jealousy at some time in our lives, although the
reasons why each of us gets jealous and the emotions we feel may differ.

In
relationships where feelings of jealousy are mild and occasional, it
reminds the couple not to take each other for granted. It can encourage
couples to appreciate each other and make a conscious effort to make
sure the other person feels valued.

Jealousy heightens
emotions, feel stronger and more passionate. In small, manageable
doses, jealousy can be a positive force in a relationship. But when
it’s intense or irrational, the story is very different. Sometimes
jealous feelings can get out of proportion.

Overcoming jealousy takes patience and hard work. Here are some things you can do for yourself:
Give
yourself a reality check …. take a good look at those things that
trigger your jealousy and ask yourself how realistic the threat is.
What evidence do you have that your relationship is in danger?
And is your behaviour actually making the situation worse?

Use
positive self-talk - when you start feeling the pangs of jealousy,
remind yourself that your partner loves you, is committed to you and
respects you. Tell yourself you’re a loveable person and that nothing’s
going on.

Seek reassurance - one of the best ways to beat
jealousy is to ask your partner for reassurance. Make sure you don’t
nag or bully, but rather share your insecurities and ask them to help
you overcome the problem.

Living with a jealous partner:
Having a jealous partner can be exhausting. Here are some ideas that may help ease their jealousy:

Think of the problem in a different way … remember that jealousy is a sign of love.
If
your partner didn’t value your relationship, you wouldn’t be having
this problem. Rather than becoming defensive, try to be understanding
and supportive.

Check your behaviour ….. if you know that certain behaviours trigger
your partner’s jealousy, change them if you can if only until the
problem has been overcome. Be sure to stick to any agreements you’ve
made, too, but avoid making promises you’ll find difficult to keep,
such as always being contactable.

Build
your partner’s confidence …. be sure to take every opportunity to
tell your partner how much you love them and why you wouldn’t want to
be with anyone else. Give lots of compliments and talk about the
wonderful future you’re looking forward to spending with them.

The most intense feeling besides love is jealousy.

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Share Knowledge

If U have One Apple and i have one apple, if we exchange each will be having only one apple.
If u have one Idea and if i have one Idea if we exchange, each will have two Ideas.  

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TRY AGAIN

IF U R FAILING TO TRY
U R TRYING TO FAIL

BELIEVE IN YOURSELF, THE WORLD IS AT YOUR FEET.

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winning over tough time

Tough Times Never Last But Tough People

 Do!

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Be There

A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside.

“ur son is here,” she said to the old man.

She had to repeat the words several times before the patient’s eyes opened.

Heavily
sedated bcoz of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young
uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his
hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man’s
limp ones, squeezing a message of love & encouragement.

The
nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All
through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted
ward, holding the old man’s hand and offering him words of love &
strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away
& rest awhile.

He refused. Whenever the nurse came into the
ward, the Marine was oblivious of her & of the night noises of the
hospital - the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night
staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other
patients.

Now & then she heard him say a few gentle words.
The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through
the night.

Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine
released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the
nurse. While she did what she had to do, he waited.

Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her.

“Who was that man?” he asked. The nurse was startled, “He was your father,” she answered.
“No, he wasn’t,” the Marine replied. “I never saw him before in my life.”

“Then why didn’t you say something when I took you to him?”

“I
knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he needed his
son, and his son just wasn’t here. When I realized that he was too sick
to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I
stayed.”

The next time someone needs you … just be there. Stay.

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Build a Bridge

Once upon a time two brothers who lived on adjoining farms fell into
conflict. It was the first serious rift in 40 years of farming side by
side, sharing machinery, and trading labour and goods as needed without
a hitch. Then the long collaboration fell apart.

It
began with a small misunderstanding and it grew into a major
difference, and finally it exploded into an exchange of bitter words
followed by weeks of silence. One morning there was a knock on older
brother’s door. He opened it to find a man with a carpenter’s toolbox.
I’m looking for a few days work,” he said. Perhaps you would have a few
small jobs here and there I could help with Could I help you.

Yes,
said the older brother. I do have a job for you. Look across the creek
at that farm. That’s my neighbour; in fact, it’s my younger brother.
Last week there was a meadow between us and he took his bulldozer to
the river levee and now there is a creek between us. Well, he may have
done this to spite me, but I’ll go him one better. See that pile of
lumber by the barn I want you to build me a fence– an 8-foot fence–so
I won’t need to see his place or his face anymore.

The
carpenter said, I think I understand the situation. Show me the nails
and the post hole digger and I’ll be able to do a job that pleases you.
The older brother had to go to town, so he helped the carpenter get the
materials ready and then he was off for the day. The carpenter worked
hard all that day measuring, sawing, nailing.

About sunset when the farmer returned, the carpenter had just finished
his job. The farmer’s eyes opened wide, his jaw dropped. There was no
fence there at all. It was a bridge–a bridge stretching from one side
of the creek to the other! A fine piece of work handrails and all–and
the neighbour, his younger brother, was coming across, his hand
outstretched.

You
are quite a fellow to build this bridge after all I’ve said and done.
The two brothers stood at each end of the bridge, and then they met in
the middle, taking each other’s hand. They turned to see the carpenter
hoist his toolbox on his shoulder.

No, wait! Stay a few days.
I’ve a lot of other projects for you, said the older brother. I’d love
to stay on, the carpenter said, but I have many more bridges to build.

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four sons

There was a man who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to
judge things too quickly. So he sent them each on a quest, in turn, to
go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away.

The first son went in the winter, the second in the spring, the third in summer, and the youngest son in the fall.

When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to describe what they had seen.

The
first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted. The second
son said no it was covered with green buds and full of promise.

The
third son disagreed; he said it was laden with blossoms that smelled so
sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the most graceful thing he had
ever seen.

The last son disagreed with all of them; he said it was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfillment.

The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they had each seen but only one season in the tree’s life.

He
told them that you cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one
season, and that the essence of who they are and the pleasure, joy, and
love that come from that life can only be measured at the end, when all
the seasons are up.

If you give up when it’s winter, you will miss the promise of your spring, the beauty of your summer, fulfillment of your fall.

Moral:

Don’t let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the rest.
Don’t judge life by one difficult season.
Persevere through the difficult patches and better times are sure to come some time or late.

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Good Quality Corn

There was a farmer who grew superior quality and award-winning corn.
Each year he entered his corn in the state fair where it won honor and
prizes.

One year a newspaper reporter interviewed him and learnt something interesting about how he grew it.

The reporter discovered that the farmer shared his seed corn with his neighbors.

“How
can you afford to share your best seed corn with your neighbors when
they are entering corn in competition with yours each year?” the
reporter asked.

“Why sir,” said the farmer, “didn’t you know?
The wind picks up pollen from the ripening corn and swirls it from
field to field. If my neighbors grow inferior, sub-standard and poor
quality corn, cross-pollination will steadily degrade the quality of my
corn. If I am to grow good corn, I must help my neighbors grow good
corn.” The farmer gave a superb insight into the connectedness of life.
His corn cannot improve unless his neighbor’s corn also improves.

So it is in the other dimensions!

Those
who choose to be at harmony must help their neighbors and colleagues to
be at peace. Those who choose to live well must help others to live
well. The value of a life is measured by the lives it touches.

”
Success does not happen in isolation. It is very often a participative
and collective process. So share the good quality corn…. ”

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A glass of milk

One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his
way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was
hungry.

He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house.
However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door.
Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water. She thought he looked
hungry so brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it slowly, and
then asked, “How much do I owe you?”

“You don’t owe me
anything,” she replied “Mother has taught us never to accept payment
for a kindness.” He said… “Then I thank you from my heart.”

As
Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt; stronger physically,
but his faith in God and man was strong also. He had been ready to give
up and quit.

Years later that young woman became critically ill.
The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city,
where they called in specialists to study her rare disease. Dr. Howard
Kelly was called in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the
town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes.

Immediately
he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room. Dressed in
his doctor’s gown he we nt in to see her. He recognized her at once. He
went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save
her life. From that day he gave special attention to the case.

After a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly requested the
business
office to pass the final bill to him for approval. He looked at it,
then wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to her room. She
feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her life
to pay for it all. Finally, she looked, and something caught; her
attention on the side as She read these words…..

“Paid in full with one glass of milk.” (Signed) Dr. Howard Kelly.

Tears of joy flooded her eyes as her happy heart prayed: “Thank You,
GOD,that Your love has spread abroad through human hearts and hands.”

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