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RE: Let Everything That Has Breath Praise The Lord! - 1/25/2008 4:40:00 PM
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Of course!
Yeah, I talk to myself a lot too. Actually, I think people sneak in and read on the sly....... and that's okay 
It's just a cool little place to come, like my own little corner of the world. And I can post the little poems that friends send me, and some of my sermon notes or little studies that normally I would email to friends. (although time has been a factor lately)
I gotta run ....... time to go fetch the munchkin from school. The principal had him in the front office for announcements today when she was bragging over the spelling bee.  What a great boost to his confidence! Self-esteem seems to be an issue with these ADHD kids, and winning the school bee has really done wonders for him, getting the school work done AND turned in, and it's just been an all-around good thing for him.
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The LORD is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer, my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge; my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold. Psalm 18:2
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RE: Let Everything That Has Breath Praise The Lord! - 1/26/2008 10:54:26 AM
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good morning Sam..........How are you on this beautiful day?
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RE: Let Everything That Has Breath Praise The Lord! - 1/26/2008 3:42:24 PM
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LOL! Right on. Thanks
Whew, I've had my shots too 
I must say with all that I am allergic to, thank goodness I can still get flu shots.
I wonder, the doctors "say" that allergies to medication is NOT an inherited trait, but so far it seems the munchkin has the same issues I do....... you don't think those guys who practice medicine would lie to us, do you?
You know, with all that talk you guys were having about a reunion, and bringing food, wow, I got hungry. I'm game ........ I'll bring my famous Chinese Chicken Salad. I have not once ever had anything to bring home, and always requests for the recipe. It makes me smile big time, being it was my own creation
Nowadays, if the munchkin isn't asking if we're ordering pizza for dinner (is that a bad thing that Pizza Hut is on my speed dial and they know what I want to order when I call????), he's saying he just wants a bowl of cereal for dinner. Which, of course, means half a big box of cereal. One time I blinked and he was eating out of a serving bowl. Um ......... is that normal? Where did he come up with THAT idea?
Yeah, I think I should start clipping coupons for Pizza Hut and General Mills cereal. 
Maybe I can run over to Home & Gardens and get some ideas.
 I remember seeing a thread about making pizza dough ..... I will make homemade pizza dough weekly! That'll save me $$$$!!!!
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The LORD is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer, my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge; my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold. Psalm 18:2
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RE: Let Everything That Has Breath Praise The Lord! - 1/28/2008 10:30:06 AM
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MEET ME IN THE STAIRWELL
You say you will never forget where you were when
you heard the news On September 11, 2001.
Neither will I.
I was on the 110th floor in a smoke filled room
with a man who called his wife to say 'Good-Bye.' I
held his fingers steady as he dialed. I gave him the
peace to say, 'Honey, I am not going to make it, but it
is OK...I am ready to go.'
I was with his wife when he called as she fed
breakfast to their children. I held her up as she
tried to understand his words and as she realized
he wasn't coming home that night.
I was in the stairwell of the 23rd floor when a
woman cried out to Me for help. 'I have been
knocking on the door of your heart for 50 years!' I said.
'Of course I will show you the way home - only
believe in Me now.'
I was at the base of the building with the Priest
ministering to the injured and devastated souls.
I took him home to tend to his Flock in Heaven. He
heard my voice and answered.
I was on all four of those planes, in every seat,
with every prayer. I was with the crew as they
were overtaken. I was in the very hearts of the
believers there, comforting and assuring them that their
faith has saved them.
I was in Texas, Virginia, California, Michigan, Afghanistan.
I was standing next to you when you heard the terrible news.
Did you sense Me?
I want you to know that I saw every face. I knew
every name - though not all know Me. Some met Me
for the first time on the 86th floor.
Some sought Me with their last breath.
Some couldn't hear Me calling to them through the
smoke and flames; 'Come to Me... this way... take
my hand.' Some chose, for the final time, to ignore Me.
But, I was there.
I did not place you in the tower that day. You
may not know why, but I do. However, if you were
there in that explosive moment in time, would you have
reached for Me?
Sept. 11, 2001, was not the end of the journey
for you. But someday your journey will end. And I
will be there for you as well. Seek Me now while I may
be found. Then, at any moment, you know you are
'ready to go.'
I will be in the stairwell of your final moments.
God
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The LORD is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer, my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge; my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold. Psalm 18:2
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RE: Let Everything That Has Breath Praise The Lord! - 1/28/2008 10:48:19 AM
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John 3:16
A little boy was selling newspapers on the corner, the
people were in and out of the cold.
The little boy was so cold that he wasn't trying to
sell many papers.
He walked up to a policeman and said, 'Mister, you wouldn't
happen to know where a poor boy could find a warm place to
sleep tonight would you? You see, I sleep in a box up
around the corner there and down the alley and it's awful
cold in there for tonight. Sure would be nice to have a warm
place to stay.'
The policeman looked down at the little boy and said, 'You go
down the street to that big white house and you knock on
the door. When they come out the door you just say 'John 3:16'
and they will let you in.'
So he did. He walked up the steps and knocked on the door,
and a lady answered. He looked up and said, 'John 3:16.' The
lady said, 'Come on in, son.'
She took him in and she sat him down in a split bottom rocker
in front of a great big old fireplace, and she went off. The boy
sat there for a while and thought to himself:
John 3:16
... I don't understand it, but it sure makes a cold boy warm.
Later she came back and asked him 'Are you hungry?' He
said, 'Well, just a little. I haven't eaten in a couple of days,
and I guess I could stand a little bit of food.'
The lady took him in the kitchen and sat him down to a table
full of wonderful food. He ate and ate until he couldn't eat
any more. Then he thought to himself:
John 3:16
... I sure don't understand it but it sure makes a hungry boy full.
She took him upstairs to a bathroom to a huge bathtub
filled with warm water, and he sat there and soaked for a
while. As he soaked, he thought to himself:
John 3:16
... I sure don't understand it, but it sure makes a dirty boy
clean.
You know, I've not had a bath, a real bath, in my whole
life. The only bath I ever had was when I stood in front of
that big old fire hydrant as they flushed it out. The lady
came in and got him. She took him to a room, tucked him into
a big old feather bed, pulled the covers up around his neck,
kissed him goodnight and turned out the lights. As he lay in the
darkness and looked out the window at the snow coming down
on that cold night, he thought to himself:
John 3:16
... I don't understand it, but it sure makes a tired boy rested.
The next morning the lady came back up and took him down
again to that same big table full of food. After he ate, she
took him back to that same big old split bottom rocker in front
of the fireplace and picked up a big old Bible.
She sat down in front of him and looked into his young face.
'Do you understand John 3:16?' she asked gently. He replied,
'No, Ma'am, I don't. The first time I ever heard it was last night
when the policeman told me to use it.' She opened the Bible
to John 3:16 and began to explain to him about Jesus. Right there,
in front of that big old fireplace, he gave his heart and life to Jesus.
He sat there and thought:
John 3:16
... I don't understand it, but it sure makes a lost boy feel safe.
You know, I have to confess I don't understand it either, how
God was willing to send His Son to die for me, and how Jesus would agree to do such a thing. I don't understand the agony of the
Father and every angel in heaven as they watched Jesus suffer
and die. I don't understand the intense love for ME that kept
Jesus on the cross till the end. I don't understand it, but it sure does make life worth living.
John 3:16
For God so loved the world, that He gave
His only begotten Son, that whosoever
believeth in Him should not perish, but
have everlasting life.
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The LORD is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer, my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge; my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold. Psalm 18:2
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RE: Let Everything That Has Breath Praise The Lord! - 1/28/2008 12:25:55 PM
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A friend sent me this link .....
http://youtube.com/watch?v=Wn8b1DL8NGo
It reminds me of last week when we were waiting to be seated at the restaurant, and there was a soldier with his family. A lady was leaving the restaurant, and she walked up to him - a complete stranger to her - gave him a great big hug and thanked him. It was incredibly touching, and brought tears to my eyes.
It's one thing when we see a planned commercial, on TV or on YouTube, but it's another thing altogether to see that kind of appreciation in real life.
To our soldiers, a great big THANK YOU.
You serve our country, selflessly, maybe sometimes with fear, but with great respect for the greater cause, not knowing if you will make it back home.
You are much appreciated!!!
May God bless you and be with you.
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The LORD is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer, my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge; my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold. Psalm 18:2
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RE: Let Everything That Has Breath Praise The Lord! - 1/28/2008 4:55:07 PM
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That really is a beautiful honor to our soldiers. They have a very special place in my heart.
By the way...very beautiful stories Sam.
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RE: Let Everything That Has Breath Praise The Lord! - 1/28/2008 8:25:10 PM
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That was very touching Sam, thank you for sharing it!
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RE: Let Everything That Has Breath Praise The Lord! - 1/28/2008 8:35:28 PM
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Thanks Sam, btw I really like your avatar!
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RE: Let Everything That Has Breath Praise The Lord! - 1/28/2008 9:05:37 PM
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....... and the answer is
no
which, of course, means that I get to keep playing, AND make it over 1900 posts! WOO HOO
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The LORD is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer, my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge; my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold. Psalm 18:2
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RE: Let Everything That Has Breath Praise The Lord! - 
Hopefully I will make it to my Bible study tonight, things right now are contingent upon whether the munchkin chooses to use his time wisely and finish his homework.
