Şunu aradınız:: god gifted to my brother baby boy (İngilizce - Telugu)

god gifted to my brother
దేవుడు నా సోదరుడి బిడ్డకు బహుమతిగా ఇచ్చాడు

god gifted to my brother as my brother
దేవుడు నా సోదరుడికి మగబిడ్డను బహుమతిగా ఇచ్చాడు

god gift to my brother
devudu niku varam ichadu adi na annayaa

god gifted to my bharati
దేవుడు నా సోదరుడికి మగబిడ్డను బహుమతిగా ఇచ్చాడు

your god gifted to my brother for me thank you god
దేవుడు నా సోదరుడికి మగబిడ్డను బహుమతిగా ఇచ్చాడు

my brother was to born baby boy
నా తమ్ముడికి మగబిడ్డ పుట్టాడు

u are god gifted to me
మీరిద్దరూ నాకు దేవుడిచ్చిన వరం

god gifted to me as a sister
దేవుడు నా సోదరుడికి మగబిడ్డను బహుమతిగా ఇచ్చాడు

convey to my wishes to my brother
నా కోరికలను నా సోదరుడికి తెలియజేయండి

mee giving final advica to my brother
నా తమ్ముడు ఇది నాకు ఇచ్చాడు

i am the luckiest person because ,god gifted to me you are my wife
నిన్ను నా భర్తగా పొందడం నా అదృష్టం

give keto lasagne recipe to my brother when he calls
అతను నాకు కాల్ చేస్తాడు

then in future if i talk to my brother also u will say dont chat ?
భవిష్యత్తులో నేను నా సోదరుడితో మాట్లాడితే u చాట్ చేయవద్దు?see if u r doubting me now only

feling happy one more person add to my family, god has blessed us with baby boy
నా కుటుంబంతో ఇంకొక వ్యక్తి సంతోషంగా ఉన్నట్లు భావించి, దేవుడు మగపిల్లవాడిని మాకు ఆశీర్వదించాడు

are u comfort for coming... any problem i will give to carry to my brother
రావడానికి మీకు సౌకర్యంగా ఉందా ... ఏదైనా సమస్య ఉంటే నేను నా సోదరుడికి తీసుకెళ్తాను

happy 40 birthday to my brother nagesh wish you good health and happiness always with your family
happy birthday to you

hi please come to my brother marriage you are the most important all shift parsons company on 7 1 2024
హాయ్ దయచేసి నా సోదరుడి వివాహానికి రండి మీరు 7 1 2024 న అత్యంత ముఖ్యమైన వ్యక్తుల సంస్థ

are u comfort for coming... any problem i will give to food send to your room to my brother
రావడానికి మీకు సౌకర్యంగా ఉందా ... ఏదైనా సమస్య ఉంటే నేను నా సోదరుడికి తీసుకెళ్తాను

sir i would like to request ,please grant me leave on 28th march 2024 due to my brother's marriage
క్రిస్మస్ సెలవులకు వెళ్ళేటప్పుడు నాకు సెలవు ఇవ్వండి

the room – story about what jesus does with our sins in that place between wakefulness and dreams, i found myself in the room. there were no distinguishing features save for one wall covered with small index card files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very different headings. as i drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read “people i have liked.” i opened it and began flipping cards. i quickly shut it, shocked to realize that i recognized the names written on each one. and then without being told, i knew exactly where i was. this lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. here were written the actions of every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn’t match. a sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as i began randomly opening files and exploring their content. some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that i would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching. a file named “friends” was next to one marked “friends i have betrayed.” the titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. “books i have read,” “lies i have told,” “comfort i have given,” “jokes i have laughed at.” some were almost hilarious in their exactness: “things i’ve yelled at my brothers.” others i couldn’t laugh at: “things i have done in my anger,” “things i have muttered under my breath at my parents.” i never ceased to be surprised by the contents. often there were many more cards than i expected. sometimes fewer than i hoped. i was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life i had lived. could it be possible that i had the time in my short life to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards? but each card confirmed this truth. each was written in my own handwriting. each signed with my own signature. when i came to a file marked “lustful thoughts,” i felt a chill run through my body. i pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. i shuddered at its detailed content. i felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. an almost animal rage broke on me. one thought dominated my mind: no one must ever see these cards! no one must ever see this room! i have to destroy them! in an insane frenzy i yanked the file out. its size didn’t matter now. i had to empty it and burn the cards. but as i took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, i could not dislodge a single card. i became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when i tried to tear it. defeated and utterly helpless, i returned the file to its slot. leaning my forehead against the wall, i let out a long, self-pitying sigh. and then i saw it. the title bore “people i have shared the gospel with.” the handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. i pulled on its handle and a small box not more than 3 inches long fell into my hands. i could count the cards it contained on one hand. and then the tears came. i began to weep. sobs so deep that the hurt started in my stomach and shook through me. i fell on my knees and cried. i cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. the rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. no one must ever, ever know of this room. i must lock it up and hide the key. but then as i pushed away the tears, i saw him. no, please not him. not here. oh, anyone but jesus. i watched helplessly as he began to open the files and read the cards. i couldn’t bear to watch his response. and in the moments i could bring myself to look at his face, i saw a sorrow deeper than my own. he seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. why did he have to read every one? finally he turned and looked at me from across the room. he looked at me with pity in his eyes. but this was a pity that didn’t anger me. i dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. he walked over and put his arm around me. he could have said so many things. but he didn’t say a word. he just cried with me. then he got up and walked back to the wall of files. starting at one end of the room, he took out a file and, one by one, began to sign his name over mine on each card. “no!” i shouted rushing to him. all i could find to say was “no, no,” as i pulled the card from him. his name shouldn’t be on these cards. but there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. the name of jesus covered mine. it was written with his blood. he gently took the card back. he smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. i don’t think i’ll ever understand how he did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed i heard him close the last file and walk back to my side. he placed his hand on my shoulder and said, “it is finished.” i stood up, and he led me out of the room. there was no lock on its door. there were still cards to be written. read more at stories | jesus christ wallpapers | christian songs online - part 123 http://www.turnbacktogod.com/category/stories/page/123/#ixzz3ulm9yz6m
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