Guest guest Posted January 6, 2009 Report Share Posted January 6, 2009 great HAPPY NEW YEARAshutosh OjhaMedical Specialist--- On Tue, 1/6/09, sai ankita <sri.ankita.a wrote: sai ankita <sri.ankita.a SHUBODAYAM...."sai ankita" <sri.ankita.aTuesday, January 6, 2009, 9:26 AM Life is like coin Pleasure and Pain are two sides.Only one side is visible at a time. But the other side is also waiting for its turn................. ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... .......One can count the number of Seeds in an Apple. But, One cannot count the number of Apples in a Seed.Future is unseen. Hope always for the Best .... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 16, 2009 Report Share Posted January 16, 2009 OM SAI RAM hi... thnks 4 ur inspirative messege.U mailed me those words when i was really in that need.Thanks for solving my prob and may sai ram fullfill all yours dream come true. see yaa........ Abhimanyu Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 31, 2009 Report Share Posted January 31, 2009 Om Sai Ram to all. Happy Basant Panchami …………. May Sai Bless all of us with flowers of Bhakti, Sharddha aur Saburi. Sai Ki beti Dipti Khatri sai ankita <sri.ankita.asai ankita <sri.ankita.aSaturday, January 31, 2009 7:06:05 AM SHUBODAYAM.... Crossing the WatersYou must have heard that Jesus walked on water to save the drowning Peter, his disciple. There are many accounts in India of persons who walked over water in this way, due to their tremendous faith. This story is about a farmer's daughter whose duty it was to carry fresh milk to customers in various villages. One of the customers was a priest. To reach his house, the milkmaid had to cross a good-sized stream. People crossed it by a sort of ferry raft, for a small fee.One day the priest, who performed worship daily with the offering to God of fresh milk, finding it arrived very late, scolded the poor woman. "What can I do?" she said, "I start out early from my house, but I have to wait a long time for the boatman to come." Then the priest said (pretending to be serious), "What! People have even walked across the ocean by repeating the name of God, and you can't cross this little river?" This milkmaid took him very seriously. From then on she brought the priest's milk punctually every morning. He became curious about it and asked her how it was that she was never late anymore."I cross the river repeating the name of the Lord," she replied, "just as you told me to do, without waiting for the ferry." The priest didn't believe her, and asked, "Can you show me this, how you cross the river on foot?" So they went together to the water and the milkmaid began to walk over it. Looking back, the woman saw that the priest had started to follow her and was floundering in the water. "Sir!" she cried, "You are uttering the name of God, yet all the while you are holding up your clothes from getting wet. That is not trusting in God!"Never under-estimate the power of faith!-- OM GURU NATHASAI GURU NATHA Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted February 8, 2009 Report Share Posted February 8, 2009 Nothing Like PrideThe story is about divine Narada, of whom you have heard before. He really did love God, but he was also quite proud of it, and of course that's not a very good thing. It went so far that one day he began to imagine that there was probably no one in the whole wide world who loved the Lord so much as he did. Now God has a way of " reading " one's heart, knowing our secret thoughts. After all, our heart is just where he is seated. So one day he told Narada, " Go to such and such a place. Someone greatly devoted to me lives there. Go and get acquainted with that devotee. " Narada, surprised to hear this, went to the village, inquired, and found that the man was a farmer. The villagers described him as a great lover of God. Narada saw that the man got up early in the morning, spoke the name of the Lord just once, went to his fields and plowed and tilled the soil all day long and did all his other tasks. Then at bedtime he again repeated the name of the Lord --once-- and went to bed. Narada said to himself, " How can this crude farmer be a lover of God? He just works all day at his commonplace duties and what attention does he pay to the Lord? " Narada went home, called on the Lord, and told him what he thought of this fellow: not much. The Lord listened and said, " Narada, I want you to take this cup of oil, full to the brim, and go all the way around the city wall with it and come back to me. But one thing: you must not spill one drop. See that you don't. " Now one of the things Narada was most proud of was that he was always able to carry out any command of God. So he set off with the cup of oil and made his way slowly around the whole city, not spilling even a drop. Returning to the Lord, exhausted, he reported his success. " How many times, " asked God, " did you remember me while out on your walk? " " Lord, not once. How could I, when I had to watch this brimming cup of oil? " " You forgot me completely? Just in preserving this cup of oil? But that farmer, though carrying the burden of a family and a farm, still remembers to think of me twice a day! " -- OM GURU NATHASAI GURU NATHA Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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