We did print for each child a compilation of easy children English songs to sing along with us, this are the pictures of the day result...ye!
And make nice balloons for them too.
Friday, November 20, 2015
November Activity
We did print for each child a compilation of easy children English songs to sing along with us, this are the pictures of the day result...ye!
Thursday, October 22, 2015
Music,Arts and Balloons
Thursday, October 8, 2015
Somebody Loves You
If you are discourage and felling depressed about your personal life or situation I suggest you to take time to read Nick's book. For sure his testimony has many potential answers to this world wide problem. Please do because you are special and unique, I love you!
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
Monday, September 21, 2015
Wednesday, September 2, 2015
Lifeguard True Story
By Mark Ellis
As a 19-year-old lifeguard in Laguna Beach, California, he was living the lifestyle many only dream about.
“In the beginning, everything was a new adventure that reminded me of stories I had read as a young kid,” says Dale Ghere. In his free time he dove for abalones, lobsters, clams and halibut. He also pushed beyond his comfort zone with night dives, swimming through blowholes, and making rock rescues.
By the middle of his first summer as a lifeguard stationed at St. Ann’s Street, he was so excited about the beach he decided he would drop out of college and go to Hawaii to surf for several months. Then he would return home, buy a car, and hit the road to spend a year on the beach.
Then the unexpected happened. “I saw a small kid standing to the left of my lifeguard tower just fall over like he had been hit by a freight train,” Dale recounts. “As I turned to look at him I was suddenly hit on the side of the head so hard I was knocked out of my tower and into the sand.”
Hit by a water balloon with surprising force, he fell eight feet to the sand, unconscious.
When Dale woke up, he realized he was blind in his left eye. Locals at the beach called for help and he was transported to a police station and then to the hospital.
“While at the police station I can remember looking in the mirror on the cigarette machine. I could see the blood pooled in front of the pupil. As I twisted my head from side to side I could watch the blood move back and forth with my right eye. I was really scared,” he recalls.
When he arrived to the hospital the doctor wrapped his eyes and told him to hold his head still.
Then Dale got some jolting news. “He said there was nothing that could be done medically to save the eye. The only hope was that if I held still for two weeks, then the blood might be reabsorbed by my own system and my vision would return. If in two weeks my vision had not returned, I would have permanent eye damage from the water balloon.”
But a Great Physician bestowed healing mercies to Dale. “As it turned out, the eye was healed, the culprits were found, and I was given the wages I had not been able to earn while in the hospital. I was back on the beach before the end of summer and happy to be there. I did go to Hawaii that winter and learned that I really liked big surf.”
Fifteen years after the water balloon incident, Dale and his wife Marilyn were in a Bible study in South Laguna and the leader was discussing the topic of forgiveness.
“He suggested that we each think of someone we had offended and go to him or her, apologize, and ask to be forgiven.”
Dale began to probe his mind for someone he might have offended in the past.
Then something astonishing happened. A young mom in the Bible study said it would not be possible because she didn’t know the person she had offended.
“What do you mean by that?” the leader of the group asked.
“When I was a little girl I went with some older boys to throw water balloons off the cliff at tourists on the beach. We went to the end of the streets like Brooks Street and Anita Street. When we got to St. Ann’s Street, one of the balloons hit the lifeguard and he really got hurt,” she said.
“All of the others were blamed for his injury; no one told the police I was there. They were all punished, but not me. It was my balloon that hit him. I know because I watched it hit him in the head. I was so scared I never told anyone.”
At the end of her story Dale turned to her, looked her in the eyes, and said very simply, “You are forgiven.”
A quizzical look came over her face. “That is nice for you to say, but I need to say it to him.”
“You just did,” he replied. “I am that lifeguard.”
She began to weep as she realized the enormity of God’s special provision for this divinely appointed reconciliation. “That simple act of forgiveness put an end to years of torment for her and started a long and lasting friendship between us,” Dale says.
“Today you too can ask for forgiveness and begin a long and lasting relationship with Jesus Christ. Forgiveness gives us a new beginning and hope for the future.”
Friday, August 28, 2015
Children's Hospital Activities
Friday, August 14, 2015
Mother's DAY in Bangkok nursing home.
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Wednesday, July 29, 2015
Activities for cancer children
Donated mineral water and many balloons for 20 children in cancer treatment
Friday, July 10, 2015
Meaningful Motto
"If we make our goal to live a life of compassion and unconditional love then the world will in deed became a garden where all kinds of flowers can bloom and grow"
Elizabeth Kubler-Ross (1926–2004)
Se facciamo nostro l’obiettivo di condurre una vita di compassione e amore incondizionato, allora il mondo diventerà davvero un giardino in cui possono crescere e sbocciare fiori d’ogni tipo. —Elizabeth Kubler-Ross (1926–2004)
Friday, July 3, 2015
What is Success?
“What Constitutes Success”
He has achieved success who has lived well,
laughed often and loved much;
who has gained the respect of intelligent men
and the love of little children;
who has filled his niche and accomplished his task;
who has left the world better than he found it,
whether by an improved poppy, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul;
who has never lacked appreciation of earth’s beauty
or failed to express it;
who has always looked for the best in others
and given them the best he had;
whose life was an inspiration
whose memory a benediction.
By Bessie Stanley (1905)
Saturday, June 27, 2015
Our Father Does Work In Wondrous Ways
Photo by Steven Quayle
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| Reverend John Powell, professor at Loyola University in Chicago, writes about a student in his Theology of Faith class named Tommy:
Some twelve years ago, I stood watching my university students file into the classroom for our first session in the Theology of Faith.
That was the day I first saw Tommy. My eyes and my mind both blinked. He was combing his long flaxen hair, which hung six inches below his shoulders. It was the first time I had ever seen a boy with hair that long. I guess it was just coming into fashion then. I know in my mind that it isn’t what’s on your head but what’s in it that counts, but on that day I was unprepared and my emotions flipped. I immediately filed Tommy under “S” for strange ... very strange.
Tommy turned out to be the “atheist in residence” in my Theology of Faith course. He constantly objected to, smirked at, or whined about the possibility of an unconditionally loving Father/God. We lived with each other in relative peace for one semester, although I admit he was for me at times a serious pain in the back pew.
When he came up at the end of the course to turn in his final exam, he asked in a cynical tone, “Do you think I’ll ever find God?”
I decided instantly on a little shock therapy. “No!” I said very emphatically. “Why not?” he responded, “I thought that was the product you were pushing.”
I let him get five steps from the classroom door and then called out, “Tommy! I don’t think you’ll ever find Him, but I am absolutely certain that He will find you!’” He shrugged a little and left my class and my life.
I felt slightly disappointed at the thought that he had missed my clever line—He will find you! At least I thought it was clever. Later I heard that Tommy had graduated, and I was duly grateful.
Then a sad report came. I heard that Tommy had terminal cancer. Before I could search him out, he came to see me. When he walked into my office, his body was very badly wasted and the long hair had all fallen out as a result of chemotherapy. But his eyes were bright and his voice was firm, for the first time, I believe.
“Tommy, I’ve thought about you so often; I hear you are sick,” I blurted out.
“Oh, yes, very sick. I have cancer in both lungs. It’s a matter of weeks.”
“Can you talk about it, Tom?” I asked.
“Sure, what would you like to know?” he replied.
“What’s it like to be only twenty-four and dying?”
“Well, it could be worse.” “Like what?”
“Well, like being fifty and having no values or ideals, like being fifty and thinking that booze, seducing women, and making money are the real biggies in life.”
I began to look through my mental file cabinet under “S” where I had filed Tommy as strange. (It seems as though everybody I try to reject by classification, God sends back into my life to educate me.)
“But what I really came to see you about,” Tom said, “is something you said to me on the last day of class.” (He remembered!) He continued, “I asked you if you thought I would ever find God and you said, ‘No!’ which surprised me. Then you said, ‘But He will find you.’ I thought about that a lot, even though my search for God was hardly intense at that time.” (My clever line. He thought about that a lot!) “But when the doctors removed a lump from my groin and told me that it was malignant, that’s when I got serious about locating God. And when the malignancy spread into my vital organs, I really began banging bloody fists against the bronze doors of heaven. But God did not come out. In fact, nothing happened. Did you ever try anything for a long time with great effort and with no success? You get psychologically gutted, fed up with trying. And then you quit.
“Well, one day I woke up, and instead of throwing a few more futile appeals over that high brick wall to a God who may or may not be there, I just quit. I decided that I didn’t really care about God, about an afterlife, or anything like that. I decided to spend what time I had left doing something more profitable. I thought about you and your class and I remembered something else you had said: ‘The essential sadness is to go through life without loving. But it would be almost equally sad to go through life and leave this world without ever telling those you loved that you had loved them.’
“So, I began with the hardest one, my dad. He was reading the newspaper when I approached him. ‘Dad?’ “Yes, what?” he asked without lowering the newspaper.
“Dad, I would like to talk with you.” “Well, talk.” “I mean, it’s really important.”
The newspaper came down three slow inches. “What is it?”
“Dad, I love you, I just wanted you to know that.” Tom smiled at me and said it with obvious satisfaction, as though he felt a warm and secret joy flowing inside of him.
“The newspaper fluttered to the floor. Then my father did two things I could never remember him ever doing before. He cried and he hugged me. We talked all night, even though he had to go to work the next morning. It felt so good to be close to my father, to see his tears, to feel his hug, to hear him say that he loved me.
“It was easier with my mother and little brother. They cried with me too, and we hugged each other, and started saying real nice things to each other. We shared the things we had been keeping secret for so many years.
“I was only sorry about one thing—that I had waited so long. Here I was, just beginning to open up to all the people I had actually been close to. Then, one day I turned around and God was there. He didn’t come to me when I pleaded with Him. I guess I was like an animal trainer holding out a hoop, ‘C’mon, jump through. C’mon, I’ll give you three days, three weeks.’
“Apparently God does things in His own way and at His own hour. But the important thing is that He was there. He found me! You were right. He found me even after I stopped looking for Him!”
“Tommy,” I practically gasped, “I think you are saying something very important and much more universal than you realize. To me, at least, you are saying that the surest way to find God is not to make Him a private possession, a problem solver, or an instant consolation in time of need, but rather by opening to love. You know, the Apostle John said that. He said, God is love, and anyone who lives in love is living with God and God is living in him.
“Tom, could I ask you a favor? You know, when I had you in class you were a real pain. But (laughingly) you can make it all up to me now.... Would you come into my present Theology of Faith course and tell them what you have just told me? If I told them the same thing, it wouldn’t be half as effective as if you were to tell it.”
“Oooh, I was ready for you, but I don’t know if I’m ready for your class.”
“Tom, think about it. If and when you are ready, give me a call.”
In a few days Tom called, said he was ready for the class, that he wanted to do that for God and for me. So we scheduled a date. However, he never made it. He had another appointment, far more important than the one with me and my class. Of course, his life was not really ended by his death, only changed. He made the great step from faith into vision. He found a life far more beautiful than the eye of man has ever seen or the ear of man has ever heard or the mind of man has ever imagined.
Before he died, we talked one last time. “I’m not going to make it to your class,” he said. “I know, Tom.” “Will you tell them for me? Will you ... tell the whole world for me?” “I will, Tom. I’ll tell them. I’ll do my best!”
So, to all of you who have been kind enough to read this simple story about God’s love, thank you for listening. And to you, Tommy, somewhere in the sunlit, verdant hills of heaven—I told them, Tommy, as best I could.
If this story means anything to you, please pass it on to a friend or two. It is a true story and is not enhanced for publicity purposes.
With thanks,
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Saturday, June 20, 2015
Joyful Little ...Tropical Orchard
Tuesday, June 2, 2015
Orphanage visit together with friends
Thursday, May 21, 2015
Little bird in the night
“Quando
sarò morta, penso che la mia mamma avrà nostalgia, ma io non ho paura di
morire. Non sono nata per questa vita!”
Come oncologo con
29 anni di esperienza professionale, posso affermare di essere cresciuto e
cambiato a causa dei drammi vissuti dai miei pazienti. Non conosciamo la nostra
reale dimensione fino a quando, in mezzo alle avversità , non scopriamo di
essere capaci di andare molto più in là . Ricordo con emozione l’Ospedale
Oncologico di Pernambuco, dove ho mosso i primi passi come professionista. Ho
iniziato a frequentare l’infermeria infantile e mi sono innamorato
dell’oncopediatria. Ho assistito al dramma dei miei pazienti, piccole vittime
innocenti del cancro. Con la nascita della mia prima figlia, ho cominciato a
sentirmi a disagio vedendo la sofferenza dei bambini. Fino al giorno in cui un
angelo è passato accanto a me!
Vedo
quell’angelo nelle sembianze di una bambina di 11 anni, spossata da due lunghi
anni di trattamenti diversi, manipolazioni, iniezioni e tutti i problemi che
comportano i programmi chimici e la radioterapia. Ma non ho mai visto cedere
quel piccolo angelo. L’ho vista piangere molte volte; ho visto anche la paura
nei suoi occhi, ma è umano!
Un giorno sono
arrivato in ospedale presto e ho trovato il mio angioletto solo nella stanza.
Ho chiesto dove fosse la sua mamma. Ancora oggi non riesco a raccontare la
risposta che mi diede senza emozionarmi profondamente. “A volte la mia mamma
esce dalla stanza per piangere di nascosto in corridoio. Quando sarò morta,
penso che la mia mamma avrà nostalgia, ma io non ho paura di morire. Non sono
nata per questa vita!”
“Cosa rappresenta
la morte per te, tesoro?”, le chiesi. “Quando siamo piccoli, a volte andiamo a
dormire nel letto dei nostri genitori e il giorno dopo ci svegliamo nel nostro
letto, vero? (Mi sono ricordato delle mie figlie, che all’epoca avevano 6 e 2
anni, e con loro succedeva proprio questo)”. “È così. Un giorno
dormirò e mio Padre verrà a prendermi. Mi risveglierò in casa Sua, nella mia
vera vita!”
Rimasi
sbalordito, non sapendo cosa dire. Ero scioccato dalla maturità con cui la
sofferenza aveva accelerato la spiritualità di quella bambina. “E la mia mamma
avrà nostalgia”, aggiunse. Emozionato, trattenendo a stento le lacrime, chiesi:
“E cos’è la nostalgia per te, tesoro?” “La nostalgia è l’amore che rimane!”
Oggi, a 53 anni,
sfido chiunque a dare una definizione migliore, più diretta e più semplice
della parola “nostalgia”: è l’amore che rimane!
Il mio angioletto
se ne è andato già molti anni fa, ma mi ha lasciato una grande lezione che mi
ha aiutato a migliorare la mia vita, a cercare di essere più umano e più
affettuoso con i miei pazienti, a ripensare ai miei valori. Quando scende la
notte, se il cielo è limpido e vedo una stella la chiamo il “mio angelo”, che
brilla e risplende in cielo. Immagino che nella sua nuova ed eterna casa sia
una stella folgorante. Grazie, angioletto, per la vita che ho avuto, per le
lezioni che mi hai insegnato, per l’aiuto che mi hai dato. Che bello che esista
la nostalgia! L’amore che è rimasto è eterno.
(Dr. Rogério
Brandão, oncologo)
P.S. Please select the language and change to your favorite translation
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Sunday, May 17, 2015
Saturday, May 9, 2015
Monday, April 27, 2015
Music & Love
Saturday, April 4, 2015
To You! - With love!
Dear One,
You are My child and I love you. It’s just
that simple. No matter what you've done or what you haven’t done, I love you!
You have an
eternal spirit living within you, and I know your spirit intimately, and I love
you.
You are in this Earth, living your life,
making your decisions, trying to find out what’s the best thing to do and how
to do it-how to live how to survive-and is a struggle. I Know this and I
understand, for this is the struggle of life. But all of this can be made
easier if you just connect-spiritually connect-to Me.
For though your life carries on and your age
and then die, your spirit never ages. It never dies. The real you, the you that
now dwells within the confines of your body, will live forever. This is why the
thinks of the body, the material things of this world, are not the things to
strive, because one day you must live them behind. The things that truly matter
are those of the spirit: love, kindness, mercy, understanding, giving. These
are the things that make you reach-rich in spirit. This are the things that
make you strong-strong in spirit.
When the day comes
that you shed the garment of your flesh, the strength of your spirit will be
all that counts. So do good. Show love. Give love. Love your family. Love your
friends.
Love your neighbors. Love those you meet. Show mercy, kindness and
compassion. For by sharing this things-by showing love-you show Me to others.
For I, God, am love, and I love you.
I want to spend Eternity with you. When
you come to the door at the end of the road, at the end of your life, you will
need the key to open the door, to enter into My Home where everything is love.
But you don’t have to work for that key-just hold out your hand right now and I
will place it there. The Key is My Son, Jesus, I hold out this Key to you now
and say. ‘‘It can be yours because I love you.’’ It is as though I am offering
you the key to my Treasure vault, saying. ‘’This is yours, just because I love
you.’’ With this key you can open the vault and find it is full of treasure.
So receive My Key-the Key to living with Me
forever. Just say, ‘‘Yes, God, I want the Key to life. I want Your Son, Jesus.
The Key to your vault. I receive it. I accept it.’’ Then this Key will be yours
forever. I love you. You are My child, and I give you the Key to My
inheritance, the Key to My vault, the Key to Eternity! He is yours, if you will
just receive Him.
With love everlasting ,
Your Heavenly Father
Thursday, April 2, 2015
The Voyage
The Voyage
Caroline Atherton Mason (1823–1890)
WHICHEVER way the wind doth blow,
Some heart is glad to have it so;
Then blow it east or blow it west,
The wind that blows, that wind is best.
My little craft sails not alone:
A thousand fleets from every zone
Are out upon a thousand seas;
And what for me were favoring breeze
Might dash another, with the shock
Of doom, upon some hidden rock.
And so I do not dare to pray
For winds to waft me on my way,
But leave it to a Higher Will
To stay or speed me; trusting still
That all is well, and sure that He
Who launched my bark will sail with me
Through storm and calm, and will not fail,
Whatever breezes may prevail,
To land me, every peril past,
Within his sheltering heaven at last.
Then, whatsoever wind doth blow,
My heart is glad to have it so;
And blow it east or blow it west,
The wind that blows, that wind is best.
Sunday, March 29, 2015
If you want to be happy...
This little angel before we start to sing she was sad and not smiling...but now she is doing much better!
Bye, bye children see you next time, we love you!
Sunday, March 15, 2015
The Gardener
There once was a gardener who tended his garden with great care. But one morning he came to his garden and found that is plants were unhappy and filled with despair.
"Oh dear, what is wrong" The gardener exclaimed. Why do all my flowers and trees look so sad? Tell me, good oak, what is troubling you?
Filled with sadness the oak tree replied. "I am unhappy to be a oak. I want to be tall like the elegant pine, but instead I am stout and awkward." Turning to the pine the gardener asked. " Pine, why are you so down?"
"Oh, it is really not fair!" The pine tree exclaimed. "I wish I where a vine, and then I could bear thousands of grapes!". Then blurted the vine. "I don' t like how my branches twine. I wish I were tall, and bore big fruit like the peach tree."
The gardener looked at his flowerbed and saw the geranium was tearful. "Why are you crying? Your once lovely petals are now drooping with gloom."
I cannot be content". cried the geranium, "because I don't have a sweet scent like the lilac with it's lovely bloom."
"What am I to do?" asked the gardener. "my once beautiful garden is now filled with such sadness".
Just then the gardener noticed the daisy with it's bright and happy smile face. "Dear little daisy ", the gardener asked, "why is it that you are still so cheerful , when all my other plants are sad?"
"Well said the daisy , "I know I'm just a small daisy, but this morning this thought came to me-if you 'd wanted a different flower or tree instead of me, you would've made that your plan. But since you planted me, I am determined to be the best little daisy I can!"
The gardener was glad to see that this little flower was grateful for is place in the garden. "My flowers and trees," said the gardener, "you ought to be ashamed! Even though this daisy is so small, she's not whiny, but is grateful and glad for how she is made!"
All the plants that had complaining said, "Never again will we grumble and gripe about how we were made. We'll be thankful for how we've been created!"
Suggestion: Instead of comparing with others around, cheer up and be happy, and be the best that you can be.
Be thankful for all that you have.
Be thankful for all that you have.
Thursday, March 12, 2015
Start Again
We knew already this place for the past 9 years. Was one of the first orphanages in our province we visited. At that time we made different activities for them: clown show, modelling sculptures balloons and music entertainment. With the years pass by we limited our visit to this particular orphanage donating perishable fresh fruits or for example the past Christmas we brought also for the children 7 balls to play football.
A month a go we had a guest in our place, the mime Italian Francis (see the older post) together we took the challenge to organizing two mornings mime workshop for them and we had a very positive reactions from the boys and was a real success.
Sunday we met up with a couple of friends to visit again the orphanage, to do together volunteer work. Was very fun to make this loving children happy with live music and our simple presence.
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
You speak to me
“YOU SPEAK TO ME”
(adapted to song)
At the cool of the day with You I walk,
In my garden’s grateful shade.
I hear Your voice among the trees,
And I am not afraid.
In my garden’s grateful shade.
I hear Your voice among the trees,
And I am not afraid.
Your hand that shuts the flowers to sleep,
Each in its dewy fold,
Is strong my little life to keep,
And competent to hold.
You speak to me in every wind,
You smile from every star,
You are not deaf to me, nor blind,
Not absent, nor afar.
The powers below, and powers above,
Are subject to Your care.
I cannot wander from Your love,
Who loves me everywhere.
Caroline
Atherton Mason [1823-1890]
Thursday, February 12, 2015
Point to Ponder
Monday, February 9, 2015
Point to Ponder
Elisabeth kubler Ross
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Welcome to our...Joyful Little Garden
Perhaps has been almost ten years I had the vision to have a personal website until a Italian friend Francis pass by to our place for a visit and make this new blog for us...thank you so much Francis to make this dream come a reality.
Now I have one so I have to work on it to the opening to a new ministry.
I have to start saying writing is not my strong personal area, I remember my old school days doing composition I didn't have high grades in this subject.
Anyway I dedicate this blog to those that have life difficulties especially those fighting depression situation. Welcome to all of you to find inspiration visiting the Joyful Little Garden.
Sunday, February 1, 2015
Saturday, January 31, 2015
We had a surprise today...
I like this activities and I enjoy it so much
I'm tired...see you again to the next activity
Thursday, January 29, 2015
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