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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 6/25/2008 6:53:29 PM
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CHURCH SIGNS
Satan subtracts and divides. God multiplies and multiplies
If you do not want to reap the fruits of sin stay out of the devil's orchard
May is God's apology for February
To belittle is to be little
A baby is God's opinion that the world should go on.
No God -- No Peace, Know God -- Know Peace
A singing group called The Resurrection was scheduled to sing at a church. When a big snowstorm postponed the performance, the pastor fixed the outside sign to read, The Resurrection is postponed.
People are like tea bags -- you have to put them in hot water before you know how strong they are.
God so loved the world that He did not send a committee.
When down in the mouth, remember Jonah. He came out alright.
Fight truth decay -- study the Bible daily
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 6/25/2008 7:13:06 PM
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Good posts from Brenda and Bobby. Thank y'all. Keep posting.
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 6/25/2008 10:05:34 PM
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I may have posted this before, but its so good, I had to post it....
Trusting the Creator By Christine Field
My children can make me laugh, weep, giggle and wonder. Sometimes they say things that just sum it all up.
My oldest daughter (then age 10) has always been excessively fearful of storms. She cowers in fear and must be held during severe weather. The next daughter (age 9) actually enjoys the light and thunder shows of nature. It makes for interesting cuddle-up time on the couch during severe weather!
During the last storm, Clare (the oldest) was teary and fearful. Caitlin (the next child) was trying to calm her down. She said, "I don't trust the storm either, but I trust its Creator."
I praised the Lord silently for giving her wisdom and compassion. I praised her directly for being an encourager to her sister. I got down on my knees in my heart and thanked God for her and for the touch of His hand in her life.
We've had a rough year in our family. Health problems, a sister with severe illness, a foster baby who we nearly adopted, a roof falling in, the death of Grandma Great--the list goes on. Your family has probably experienced many of the same challenges this year.
What a comfort and a joy to know that we don't have to put our trust in the storms of life because we can have absolute trust in the Creator!
When we have faced financial problems, I never trusted the job, the money, the investments, the market--I trusted the Creator and His will was done.
When we have encountered family problems, like child behavior or a husband's attitude and mom's fatigue--I trusted the Creator that He brought together this particular constellation of individuals into a family to do His will and for His good purposes.
When we faced infertility issues or obstacles to adoption, what a joy and a comfort to know that we could trust the Creator to bring about His will for our family.
Caitlin, (then) my philosophical 9-year-old, is our only biological child. The other three are adopted. Caitlin was born during a severe ice storm in March 1991. The area we lived in had a widespread power outage and the hospital was running on generator power. My husband and our older daughter were frozen out of our farmhouse and stayed in a hotel for the few days surrounding Caitlin's birth.
My in-laws often quipped that we should have named Caitlin "Stormy" because of the weather conditions surrounding her birth and because of her mercurial personality during her earlier years. She has mellowed and matured.
We didn't trust the storms, but we had absolute trust in the Creator.
How about you? Are you dealing with decisions for your family? Do you find yourself frustrated, angry, disappointed because things may not be going the way you would choose for them to go?
Our Heavenly Father may allow the storms in our lives, but through them He beseeches us with open arms to trust Him and to enter into the shelter of his perfect will.
I don't trust the storms either, but I completely trust their Creator.
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 6/26/2008 7:09:35 AM
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quote:
ORIGINAL: BelovedHandMaiden
I don't trust the storms either, but I completely trust their Creator.
Love it! It spoke to me big time!!!!
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 6/26/2008 2:20:40 PM
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RED MARBLES
I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes. I noticed a
small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a
basket of freshly picked green peas.
I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas.
I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes.
Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr.
Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me.
'Hello Barry, how are you today?'
'H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas. They sure look good.'
'They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?'
'Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time.'
'Good. Anything I can help you with?'
'No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas.'
'Would you like to take some home?' asked Mr. Miller.
'No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with.'
'Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?'
'All I got's my prize marble here.'
'Is that right? Let me see it' said Miller.
'Here 'tis. She's a dandy.'
'I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for
red. Do you have a red one like this at home?' the store owner asked.
'Not zackley but almost..'
'Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way
let me look at that red marble'. Mr. Miller told the boy.
'Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.'
Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile
she said, 'There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are
in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas,
apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and
they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home
with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on
their next trip to the store.'
I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time
later I moved to Colorado , but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys,
and their bartering for marbles.
Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently I
had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I
was there learned that Mr. Miller had died.
They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to
go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into
line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort
we could.
Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the
other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts...all very
professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her
husband' s casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek,
spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket.
Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man
stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the caske t.
Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.
Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of
the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her
husband's bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led
me to the casket .
'Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They
just told me how they appreciated the things Jim 'traded' them. Now, at last,
when Jim could not change his mind about color or size....they came to pay their
debt.'
'We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,' she confided,
'but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho '
With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased
husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.
The Moral : We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds.
Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our
breath..
Today I wish you a day of ordinary miracles ~ A fresh pot of coffee you
didn't make yourself...An unexpected phone call from an old friend...Green
stoplights on your way to work...The fastest line at the grocery store...A good
sing-along song on the radio...Your keys found right where you left them.
IT'S NOT WHAT YOU GATHER, BUT WHAT YOU SCATTER THAT TELLS WHAT KIND OF LIFE!
YOU HAVE LIVED
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 6/27/2008 9:11:38 AM
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Smokymtnsanta
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Maxine says:
A household hint:
Stop dusting and you can use your
coffee table as a mesage board.
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 6/27/2008 4:01:00 PM
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Daddy's Poem (HANKY ALERT!)
Her hair was up in a pony
tail,
her favorite dress tied with a
bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at
school,
and she couldn't wait to
go.
But her mommy tried to tell
her,
that she probably should stay
home
Why the kids might not
understand,
if she went to school
alone.
But she was not
afraid;
she knew just what to
say.
What to tell her
classmates
of why he wasn't there
today.
But still her mother
worried,
for her to face this day
alone.
And that was why once
again,
she tried to keep her daughter
home.
But the little girl went to
school
eager to tell them
all.
About a dad she never
sees
a dad who never
calls.
There were daddies along the wall in
back, for everyone to meet.
Children squirming
impatiently,
anxious in their
seats
One by one the teacher
called
a student from the
class.
To introduce their
daddy,
as seconds slowly
passed.
At last the teacher called her
name,
every child turned to
stare.
Each of them was
searching,
a man who wasn't
there.
'Where's her daddy
at?'
She heard a boy call
out.
'She probably doesn't have
one,'
another student dared to
shout.
And from somewhere near the
back,
she heard a daddy
say,
'Looks like another deadbeat
dad,
too busy to waste his
day.'
The words did not offend
her,
as she smiled up at her
Mom.
And looked back at her teacher, who
told her to go on.
And with hands behind her
back,
slowly she began to
speak.
And out from the mouth of a
child,
came words incredibly
unique.
'My Daddy couldn't be
here,
because he lives so far
away.
But I know he wishes he could
be,
since this is such a special
day.
And though you cannot meet
him,
I wanted you to
know.
All about my daddy,
and how much he loves me
so.
He loved to tell me
stories
he taught me to ride my
bike.
He surprised me with pink
roses,
and taught me to fly a
kite.
We used to share fudge
sundaes,
and ice cream in a
cone.
And though you cannot see
him.
I'm not standing here
alone.
'Cause my daddy's always with
me,
even though we are
apart
I know because he told
me,
he'll forever be in my
heart'
With that, her little hand reached
up,
and lay across her
chest.
Feeling her own
heartbeat,
beneath her favorite
dress.
And from somewhere there in the crowd
of dads, her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her
daughter,
who was wise beyond her
years.
For she stood up for the
love
of a man not in her
life.
Doing what was best for
her,
doing what was
right.
And when she dropped her hand back
down, staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so
soft,
but its message clear and
loud.
'I love my daddy very
much,
he's my shining
star.
And if he could, he'd be
here,
but heaven's just too
far.
You see he is a
Marine
and died just this past
year
When a roadside bomb hit his
convoy
and taught Americans to
fear.
But sometimes when I close my
eyes,
it's like he never went
away.'
And then she closed her
eyes,
and saw him there that
day.
And to her mother's
amazement,
she witnessed with
surprise.
A room full of daddies and
children,
all starting to close their
eyes.
Who knows what they saw before
them,
who knows what they felt
inside.
Perhaps for merely a
second,
they saw him at her
side.
'I know you're with me
Daddy,'
to the silence she called
out.
And what happened next made
believers,
of those once filled with
doubt.
Not one in that room could explain
it,
for each of their eyes had been
closed.
But there on the desk beside
her,
was a fragrant long-stemmed pink
rose.
And a child was blessed, if only for
a moment, by the love of her shining star.
And given the gift of
believing,
that heaven is never too
far.
They say it takes a minute to find a
special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then
an entire life to forget them.
Send this to the people you'll never
forget and remember to send it also to the person that sent it to you.
It's a short message to let them know that you'll never forget
them.
If you don't send it to anyone, it
means you're in a hurry and that you've forgotten your
friends.
Take the time...to live and
love.
Until eternity.
God bless
There must be many children in the
same boat as this little girl, thanks to our servicemen and their families
for the sacrifice they are making to keep our country Free
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 6/28/2008 11:56:16 AM
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Maxine says:
One of my coworkers has an annoying habit:
She works! Makes me look bad.
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 6/28/2008 9:34:38 PM
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have piles of those sayi9ngs of Maxine saved.
here's one saw on a CHurch sign in Dothan today.
God will answer knee mail. try it, you'll like it. may not be a fast response, and not what you want in the RE: but His answer is best and final
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 6/28/2008 9:46:40 PM
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some of my fave Maxine sayings
The problem with riverboat gambling is that you can't tell if you're queasy from losing your money or getting seasick.
Fashion magazines are society's way of saying "If you don't feel inadequate already, read one of these!"
I love cooking outdoors! No smoke alarms!
You learn something new every day. Usually, how dumb yet another person is.
I'm going south for the winter.. actually... some parts of me... are headed there already!
There is no vaccine against stupidity!
I'd like to help you out. . . which way did you come in?
I'd like to give you a going-away present...first, do your part.
Don't let your mind wander. . . it's too small to be let out on its own.
You're not yourself today...I noticed the improvement immediately!
Don't make me use UPPERCASE.
Work through lunch? I don't even work through work.
Why go through all the trouble of carving scary faces into pumpkins when you can just thumb through the family photo albums?
My idea of a hot romance novel is one you use for fireplace kindling.
People who use unbearably long greetings on their answering machines deserve to hear the longest, loudest burp I can give 'em.
I tried paying my taxes with a smile. They wanted money
have my own phone feature: call ignoring
Some people can have all the lights on and still be in the dark.
and a good one for the soldiers.
http://www.capveterans.com/the_year_2007/id111.html
We need to show more sympathy for these people.
* They travel miles in the heat.
* They risk their lives crossing a border.
* They don't get paid enough wages.
* They do jobs that others won't do or are afraid to do.
* They live in crowded conditions among a people who speak a different language.
* They rarely see their families, and they face adversity all day every day.
I'm not talking about illegal-aliens;
I'm talking about our troops!
Doesn't it seem strange that many Democrats and Republicans are willing to lavish all kinds of social benefits on illegals, but don't support our troops and are now threatening to defund them?
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 6/29/2008 8:53:32 PM
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I think my favorite Maxine says:
Why do they give the exact time for sunrise and sunset? As a service to the vampire community?
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 6/29/2008 9:14:15 PM
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Maxine says:
Personally, I think conservatives and liberals should move towards the middle of the road. Makes it easier to run 'em over.
< Message edited by Smokymtnsanta -- 6/30/2008 12:08:16 AM >
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 6/30/2008 12:06:28 AM
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Story about the "Star Spangled Banner":
Click on link below:
http://www.52best.com/star.asp
< Message edited by Smokymtnsanta -- 6/30/2008 12:21:23 AM >
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 6/30/2008 8:23:06 AM
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Good morning Santa, I started my day here and so glad I did. Thanks for all you do in this thread. It is just the best.
God bless you with a wonderful day!
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 6/30/2008 9:29:07 AM
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Smokymtnsanta
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Thank you Judy. Hope to add more as the week goes along.
Happy Fourth of July week to everyone!
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 6/30/2008 12:53:27 PM
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Smokymtnsanta
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I Pledge Allegiance
by Red Skelton
I just listened to it again and it brought tears to my eyes. Enjoy.
Click on link below:
http://www.poofcat.com/july.html
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