tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84870746295902804402012-02-16T17:31:09.379ZOut of the mouths of babes often come pearls of wisdom and truth, which we can all learn from. Here are some of the ones that have been sent to us.***Jenny and Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09232530582554033925noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487074629590280440.post-72698700761015743432010-06-03T11:21:00.002+01:002010-06-03T14:44:57.193+01:00<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_APnttAYCd-A/TAeCj_aWaoI/AAAAAAAAAk0/RIEhGty-fyU/s1600/002+Flora%27s+Chart+to+Understand+Your+Feelings.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_APnttAYCd-A/TAeCj_aWaoI/AAAAAAAAAk0/RIEhGty-fyU/s400/002+Flora%27s+Chart+to+Understand+Your+Feelings.jpg" width="357" /></a></div></div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="color: blue;">This advice was given by a young lady aged eight called Flora to her mother</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8487074629590280440-7269870076101574343?l=jandmchildren.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>***Jenny and Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09232530582554033925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487074629590280440.post-90011083305227089052010-05-25T11:07:00.001+01:002010-05-25T11:07:28.212+01:00<DIV><FONT color=#0000ff> <DIV><FONT color=#0000ff> <P style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class=MsoNormal><SPAN style="COLOR: blue" lang=EN-GB>While praying one night with my 5 year old daughter, Zaiden, I asked God out loud to heal me (of stage four cancer) so I can watch my baby grow up.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></SPAN></P> <P style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class=MsoNormal><SPAN style="COLOR: blue" lang=EN-GB><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></P> <P style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class=MsoNormal><SPAN style="COLOR: blue" lang=EN-GB>My little one opened her eyes, hands still in prayer position, and looked at me with sincere concern out of the corner of her eyes<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P> <P style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class=MsoNormal><SPAN style="COLOR: blue" lang=EN-GB><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></P> <P style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class=MsoNormal><SPAN style="COLOR: blue" lang=EN-GB>Then she put her hand on mine, looked me directly in the eyes and reassured me with, "Mom, when God says it's time to go, it's time to go."<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P> <P style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class=MsoNormal><SPAN style="COLOR: blue" lang=EN-GB><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></P> <P style="TEXT-ALIGN: right; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class=MsoNormal align=right><SPAN style="COLOR: blue" lang=EN-GB>Received by email on Tuesday, 25<SUP>th</SUP> May 2010<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P></FONT></DIV></FONT></DIV><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8487074629590280440-9001108330522708905?l=jandmchildren.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>***Jenny and Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09232530582554033925noreply@blogger.com0