"I Asked God"

Author - Anonymous

I asked God to take away my pain.
God said, no.
It is no for me to take away, but for you to give it up.
I asked God to make my handicapped child whole.
God said, no.
His spirit is whole, his body is only temporary.
I asked god to grant me patience.
God said, no.
Patience is a by-product of tribulations; it isn’t granted, it is earned.
I asked God to give me happiness.
God said, no.
I give you blessings, happiness is up to you.
I asked God to spare the pain.
God said, no.
Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares and brings you closer to me.
I asked God to make my spirit grow.
God said, no.
You must grow on your own. But I will prune you to make you fruitful.
I asked for all the things that I might enjoy life.
God said, no.
I will give you life so that you may enjoy all the things.
I asked God to help me love others as much as he loves me.
God said…… Ahhh, at last you have the idea.

This is my favourite poem till date n I'm pretty sure will remain so all my life. More than a poem I love this acts like a "Reality Check" whenever I tend to go overboard, whatever facet of life it may be.
Take a printout and put it up on the wall...............believe me it does work wonders ....... m a living example !!!

IF.....

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
f you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and DisasterAnd treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spokenTwisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,'
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

- Rudyard Kipling

This is d credo of my life for now and forever................
Well i guess this reveals another aspect of my personality..................i love readin poems.........so if neone can suggest a gud source (it cud b ur own also)...........do feel free to write it in the comments section :-))