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Thanks Ladies! =========================================================== >-->From Heartwarmers: (\ /) \/ W.Madison \/ (\ /) (X) o00- _ _ -00o (X) (/|\) (')< >(') (/|\) | (@ ) ( @) | \|/|||||||||| ^^ |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| ^^ ||||wsm|||\|/ ~~~~ ~~~~ >GARDENING, WITH PEN IN HAND by Eva Shaw, Ph.D. I am asking you to look at keeping a garden journal. It's good for the soul, it's good therapy, and it's a good way to grow. Just today I've received a new one -- a hard cover that's stripped like garden onions, with a silky marigold-colored ribbon to mark the progression of my journaling. The journal is pristine, clean and fresh, much like my cutting garden was less than a year ago. Soon, the journal will be spilling over with words like my new garden. Gardens and journals are much the same -- they start with dreams. The one in my front yard was a birthday present from my husband. He hauled bricks, sweated over cement, wheeled in topsoil, all in the name of love. I choose the flowers. I dug in the dirt to create a bit of paradise joining with nature. I planted sweet peas for fragrance, and since their season is short, they tell me to cherish life, reminding me that we do not know the number of our days. I planted bulbs by the dozen. I loved their surprise factor. I can never remember just where I've planted them and BAM! They pop up in unexpected places. They take me to a time when as a child I was ill, feverish and miserable. Mama arranged a handful of King Alfred daffodils in a crystal vase and placed them near my bedside. It was my first grown up bouquet and formed a part of me that continues, now these years later, to share her "flowers make you feel better" philosophy as I give bouquets away. Daisies are in the garden because they're part of my history. When Joe and I were first married, barely making ends meet, he splurged one payday showering me with a small bouquet of daisies. In our 31 years together, I've received more expensive gifts, but the daisy remembrance is wrapped in the velvet of precious memories. I must ask him if he remembers. I am sure he does. Sunflowers are in my cutting garden although I cannot get myself to cut these beauties as they tower over the garden fence and flaunt their faces to the world. They tell me it's good to be sturdy and stand out from the crowd. A journal is like a garden where we "plant" our ideas, some perhaps too dear to share and some that are better left as secrets. We can place words on paper to write out, scratch out, rewrite and ponder at silent moments. There are no rules to journaling as there are no right or wrong ways to garden. Someday when I'm older, I may want to think back and marvel at my (possibly misspent) youthful middle age, juggling writing projects with a garden full of marauding slugs barely waiting until twilight to pay a visit. Taking time to write in a garden journal feels odd, especially if we're not practiced at jotting down thoughts, plans and even jumbled ideas. Knotty memories may shoot up and we may wonder if they're weeds or the sprouts of something to be cherished. Sometimes we have to wait and see. In our garden journal we need not censor or explain. The book can be for our eyes only, to be hidden away from others. That's the "job" of a journal. Journaling about the garden isn't great literature. It's simply a reflection of me. Oh, how I wish my grandmothers had kept journals. So if for nothing but the future, I'll write. Someday, perhaps from this beautiful new journal, a yet unborn child will say, "I'm planting sweet peas. Great Grandmother Eva adored them." This reader will know that in 2005, only lavender sweet peas produced flowers. That "fact" will disappear unless it's in my journal. I'm going to press flowers between the pages, a snapshot of my garden, maybe a bit of poetry, a photograph of my Welsh terrier, Buttons. I will add garden-variety quotes to stir me and thoughts I cannot do without. What will I write? What will YOU write? I'm a simple person and will scribble, "Today I've started this garden journal. With paper and pen I will tell myself about my garden." It's my hope you write about the breezes on your face, the soil on your fingers and the sunshine on your back, among other miracles. I pray you'll take up gardening with pen in hand. -- Eva Shaw, Ph.D. ___________________________________________ Eva is a woman who lives to write, garden and mentor. She teaches writing online, speaks nationally on grief and recovery and is the author of the just released, What to Do When a Loved One Dies: A practical and compassionate guide for dealing with death on life's terms. =========================================================== >-->From Our Friend LouiseAu :) .////oO ` __ ////'<> ` ` ` ` _., ` ()() , ` ` ` (_); ; ` (_){ `. ` _ . ' .- ` ` , ' ` .====_ - _ ` ( ` ` _` _/ \------. - . . ` _--/ \__/ x \a:f -. . ` _---\ , \__ __ _. ` ___/ \ / \__/ \ ___,/ \_______/ \J, \__/ >The Man Who Walks on Water (By Marilyn Ferguson) Just as Peter on the lake I set out on a quest My boat is drifting out to sea God puts me to the test. The depth is deep, the width is wide A storm is setting in The waves are thrashing all about I feel a fear within. A figure looms, within the mist I tremble in the night He seems to walk on water My heart is filled with fright. "Fear not," says He, "Have courage," I do not bring you harm. For it is I who comes to save There's no need for alarm." He bids me walk on water His flowing robe, I see But I lose faith as I step out Upon the angry sea. My trust is gone, I start to sink I panic as I go I cry out "Lord, please save me!" Strong winds begin to blow. His staff is there before me His mighty hand comes out He plucks me from the churning sea Why did I ever doubt? Into the boat, the wind is still He calms the restless sea If He will soothe a violent storm He'll do the same for thee. Oh precious child of little faith You are His son or daughter Look to the One who calms the sea The Man who walks on water. --- ...Amen! Thanks LouiseAu! =========================================================== >-->From Our Friend Fran :) If you only read one article today, please read this. __,=,__ .~`` .` `.``~. | . . |____ `-;=============;""""` ( (. _).) \ | | \ `-.___.' / '._ _.' /`''''\ / \ | |/\/\/\/|.-. |-|/\/\/\/|;' ) (__/_______| _) #########'._) jgs |==|=|__ ,,,(______)_),,,, ,,,;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;,,,, ,,,;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;,,, ,;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;, >"17 INCHES" Twenty years ago, in Nashville, Tennessee, during the first week of January, 1996, more than 4,000 baseball coaches descended upon the Opryland Hotel for the 52nd annual ABCA's convention. While I waited in line to register with the hotel staff, I heard other veteran coaches rumbling about the line-up of speakers scheduled to present during the weekend. One name, in particular, kept resurfacing, always with the same sentiment - "John Scolinos is here? Oh, man, worth every penny of my airfare" Who is John Scolinos, I wondered. No matter; I was just happy to be there. In 1996, Coach Scolinos was 78 years old and five years retired from a college coaching career that began in 1948. He shuffled to the stage to an impressive standing ovation, wearing dark polyester pants, a light blue shirt, and a string around his neck from which home plate hung - a full-sized, stark-white home plate. Seriously, I wondered, who is this guy? After speaking for twenty-five minutes, not once mentioning the prop hanging around his neck, Coach Scolinos appeared to notice the snickering among some of the coaches. Even those who knew Coach Scolinos had to wonder exactly where he was going with this, or if he had simply forgotten about home plate since he'd gotten on stage. Then, finally ..."You're probably all wondering why I'm wearing home plate around my neck," he said, his voice growing irascible. I laughed along with the others, acknowledging the possibility. "I may be old, but I'm not crazy. The reason I stand before you today is to share with you baseball people what I've learned in my life, what I've learned about home plate in my 78 years." Several hands went up when Scolinos asked how many Little League coaches were in the room. "Do you know how wide home plate is in Little League?" After a pause, someone offered, "Seventeen inches?", more of a question than answer. "That's right," he said "How about in Babe Ruth's day? Any Babe Ruth coaches in the house?" Another long pause. "Seventeen inches?" a guess from another reluctant coach. "That's right," said Scolinos "Now, how many high school coaches do we have in the room?" Hundreds of hands shot up, as the pattern began to appear. "How wide is home plate in high school baseball?" "Seventeen inches," they said, sounding more confident. "You're right!" Scolinos barked. "And you college coaches, how wide is home plate in college?" "Seventeen inches!" we said, in unison. "Any Minor League coaches here? How wide is home plate in pro ball?"............"Seventeen inches!" "RIGHT! And in the Major Leagues, how wide home plate is in the Major Leagues? "Seventeen inches!" "SEV-EN-TEEN INCHES!" he confirmed, his voice bellowing off the walls. "And what do they do with a Big League pitcher who can't throw the ball over seventeen inches?" Pause. "They send him to Pocatello!" he hollered, drawing raucous laughter. "What they don't do is this: they don't say, 'Ah, that's okay, Jimmy. If you can't hit a seventeen-inch target? We'll make it eighteen inches or nineteen inches. We'll make it twenty inches so you have a better chance of hitting it. If you can't hit that, let us know so we can make it wider still, say twenty-five inches.'" Pause. "Coaches... what do we do when your best player shows up late to practice? or when our team rules forbid facial hair and a guy shows up unshaven? What if he gets caught drinking? Do we hold him accountable? Ordo we change the rules to fit him? Do we widen home plate?" The chuckles gradually faded as four thousand coaches grew quiet, the fog lifting as the old coach's message began to unfold. He turned the plate toward himself and, using a Sharpie, began to draw something. When he turned it toward the crowd, point up, a house was revealed, complete with a freshly drawn door and two windows. "This is the problem in our homes today. With our marriages, with the way we parent our kids. With our discipline. We don't teach accountability to our kids, and there is no consequence for failing to meet standards. We just widen the plate!" Pause. Then, to the point at the top of the house he added a small American flag. "This is the problem in our schools today. The quality of our education is going downhill fast and teachers have been stripped of the tools they need to be successful, and to educate and discipline our young people. We are allowing others to widen home plate! Where is that getting us?" Silence. He replaced the flag with a Cross. "And this is the problem in the Church, where powerful people in positions of authority have taken advantage of young children, only to have such an atrocity swept under the rug for years. Our church leaders are widening home plate for themselves! And we allow it." "And the same is true with our government. Our so called representatives make rules for us that don't apply to themselves. They take bribes from lobbyists and foreign countries. They no longer serve us. And we allow them to widen home plate! We see our country falling into a dark abyss while we just watch." I was amazed. At a baseball convention where I expected to learn something about curve balls and bunting and how to run better practices, I had learn something far more valuable. From an old man with home plate strung around his neck, I had learned something about life, about myself, about my own weaknesses and about my responsibilities as a leader. I had to hold myself and others accountable to that which I knew to be right, lest our families, our faith, and our society continue down an undesirable path. "If I am lucky," Coach Scolinos concluded, "you will remember one thing from this old coach today. It is this: "If we fail to hold ourselves to a higher standard, a standard of what we know to be right; if we fail to hold our spouses and our children to the same standards, if we are unwilling or unable to provide a consequence when they do not meet the standard; and if our schools & churches & our government fail to hold themselves accountable to those they serve, there is but one thing to look forward to ..." With that, he held home plate in front of his chest, turned it around, and revealed its dark black backside, "...We have dark days ahead!." Note: Coach Scolinos died in 2009 at the age of 91, but not before touching the lives of hundreds of players and coaches, including mine. Meeting him at my first ABCA convention kept me returning year after year, looking for similar wisdom and inspiration from other coaches. He is the best clinic speaker the ABCA has ever known because he was so much more than a baseball coach. His message was clear: "Coaches, keep your players-no matter how good they are-your own children, your churches, your government, and most of all, keep yourself at seventeen inches." And this my friends is what our country has become and what is wrong with it today, and now go out there and fix it! "Don't widen the plate." --- ...You are right Fran! A must read. Thank You! We all have to get back on the ball and get our country and our values back in line with the Word of God so that we are not widening the plate and loosing site of the what is right and true in our lives and that of our youth. My daughter was complaining about this just the other day. She was forced to sit and listen to this man boasting and going on and on about his view of politics and the world, but when asked about his view of God his all knowing took a turn when he said he believes in A God, A creator and that was about the extent of his knowledge. He then went on to tell her that he believed Jesus was the sun in the sky and that the bible was just a story book and not to be taken as true. The world surely does needs saved from its folly. , , /////| ///// | ///// | |~~~| | | |===| |/| | B |/| | | I | | | | B | | | | L | / | E | / |===|/ jgs '---' Prov.10: [21] The lips of the righteous feed many: but fools die for want of wisdom. 1Cor.3 [19] For the wisdom of this world is foolishness with God. For it is written, He taketh the wise in their own craftiness. This man thought himself so smart and full of worldly wisdom, yet when it comes right down to it, he will die for his true lack of wisdom by not accepting Jesus Christ as his Lord and Savior. All those facts do him no good. In the end, his name will not be written in the book of life. Isn't that to his shame? He discarded the Word of God as being just a story book and not something he needed to pay attention to. It is too bad that for all his wisdom, he is in reality quite stupid. The problem with people like him and the Political correct people of the world today, is that they think they know it all and that they are right. They ignore God and the truth because to pay attention to the truth doesn't fit their lifestyle and it offends them. They prefer to do what they want to do. They don't want to hurt other peoples feelings with the truth either so they like the truth to be buried and everyone will live happily ever after. If you don't agree with them and you dare to speak the truth to them, then they will take you out and shut you down so there is no chance you may hurt someone with your offensive words of truth. They want to live in a fairy tale and get mean if anyone tries to hold them accountable for their thoughts, words or actions. But God will hold these people accountable. The Day Of The Lord will come and their comfortable little safe places will no longer be and they will have to give account of themselves... , , /////| ///// | ///// | |~~~| | | |===| |/| | B |/| | | I | | | | B | | | | L | / | E | / |===|/ jgs '---' Matt.12: [36] But I say unto you, That every idle word that men shall speak, they shall give account thereof in the day of judgment. Rom.14: [12] So then every one of us shall give account of himself to God. 1Pet.4: [3] For the time past of our life may suffice us to have wrought the will of the Gentiles, when we walked in lasciviousness, lusts, excess of wine, revellings, banquetings, and abominable idolatries: [4] Wherein they think it strange that ye run not with them to the same excess of riot, speaking evil of you: [5] Who shall give account to him that is ready to judge the quick and the dead. [6] For for this cause was the gospel preached also to them that are dead, that they might be judged according to men in the flesh, but live according to God in the spirit. [7] But the end of all things is at hand: be ye therefore sober, and watch unto prayer. ================================================================ >-->From Archives InspiredBuffalo: __ ," ". _ .---. _ /# \ ,' `. ,' `.." ". ,--. |# `/ # (# ) / ) `. | ) (`.__/ / `. \ ( )/'/ / `.\ /) (( / / `. .'( )y / >_<\ `._.'( / / ) /'-`.->,-' ( ( ( ( ) ) ) hjw ( >Party! YOU are invited to a Party that's out of this world! You Are Cordially Invited To: A Birthday Celebration! Guest of Honor: Jesus Christ. Date: Every day. Traditionally December 25, but He's always around, so the date is flexible. Time: Whenever you're ready, (please don't be too late, though; or you'll miss out on all the fun). Place: In your heart... He'll meet you there (you'll hear Him Knock). Attire: Come as you are... grubbies are okay. He'll be washing our clothes anyway. He said something about new white robes and crowns for everyone who stays till the last. Tickets: Admission is free. He's already paid for everyone... (He says we would not have been able to afford it... it's cost Him everything He had!). Refreshments: New wine, bread and a far-out drink He calls "living water"... followed by a supper that promises to be out of this world! _..._ ,s$$$s. .$$$$$$$s$$ss$$$$, $$$sss$$$$s$$$$$$$ $$ss$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ '$$$s$$$$$$$$$$$$' '$$$$$$$$$$$$$$' S$$$$$$$$$$$' '$$$$$$$$$' '$$$$$' '$$$' ; ; ; ', ; ,' ; ', ', ; ' Gift Suggestions: Your heart. He's one of those people who already has everything else. (He's very generous in return though... just wait until you see what He has for you). Entertainment: Joy, Peace, Truth, Light, Life, Love, Real Happiness, Communion with God, Forgiveness, Miracles, Healing, Power, Eternity in Paradise, and much more! (All rated "G" so bring your family and friends). Party Being Given By: His kids (that's us) hope to see you there! R.S.V.P. Very Important! He must know ahead so He can reserve a spot for you at the His table. Also, he's keeping a list of His friends for future reference (He calls it the "Lamb's Book of Life"). "Let us rejoice and be glad and give Him glory! For the wedding of the Lamb has come, and His bride has made herself ready. Fine linen, bright and clean, was given her to wear." (Fine linens stand for the righteous acts of the saints.)... 'Blessed are those who are invited to the wedding supper of the Lamb!'" (taken from Revelation 19:7-9) -<>- |><|~|><| /(((9)))\ //) -_- (\\ (((( ._. )))) ))))---(((( ((((`---')))) (___|xXxXx|___) \ | | / / ^ ^ ^ \ / \ (_._._._._._) \ | / ( | ) | | | hjw |-|-| /`-^-'\ (__,^.__) >Daddy's Day Her hair up in a ponytail, 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, on this Daddy's Day. 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 were searching, for 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 at her friends. And looked back at her teacher, who told her to begin. 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 with me on this 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 all alone. "Cause my daddy's always with me, even though we are apart I know because he told me, he'll forever be here 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 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. 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 placed on her desktop, was a beautiful fragrant pink rose. And a child was blessed, if only a moment, by the love of her shining bright star. And given the gift of believing, that heaven is never too far. -<>- __­­­________________________ .==. jgs [__________________________>c((_ ) '==' >Spoonful....Food for thought. A holy man was having a conversation with the Lord one day and said, 'Lord, I would like to know what Heaven and Hell are like.' The Lord led the holy man to two doors. He opened one of the doors and the holy man looked in. In the middle of the room was a large round table. In the middle of the table was a large pot of stew, which smelled delicious and made the holy man's mouth water! The people sitting around the table were thin and sickly. They appeared to be famished. They were holding spoons with very long handles that were strapped to their arms and each found it possible to reach into the pot of stew and take a spoonful. But because the handle was longer than their arms, they could not get the spoons back into their mouths. The holy man shuddered at the sight of their misery and suffering. The Lord said, 'You have seen Hell. They went to the next room and opened the door. It was exactly the same as the first one. There was the large round table with the large pot of stew which made the holy man's mouth water. The people were equipped with the same long-handled spoons, but here the people were well nourished and plump, laughing and talking. The holy man said, 'I don't understand.' 'It is simple,' said the Lord. 'It requires but one skill. You see they have learned to feed each other, while the greedy think only of themselves.' When Jesus died on the cross, he was thinking of you. 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It was hot and dry in the summer, surrounding agricultural farms were supported by gravity-fed irrigation water from the Cascade Mountains. It was cold with crunchy snow underfoot in winter, with definite spring and fall. It was the mid 1970s. There was a college they're, since upgraded to Central Washington University. I ran with a creative crowd, mostly attending the college. We also socialized with a few younger college professors, including from the Ethnic Studies and Sociology Departments. Some of my friends took modern dance classes and gave performances. One friend owned a bicycle shop downtown. Once I purchased a bicycle there with a guarantee tag stating, "15 minutes or 15 centimeters, whichever comes first". Some of our friends had grown up locally, so we had ties to local farming families. Heck, in small towns, you're tied to almost everybody, almost every institution. That's the beauty of small town life. It fosters deep relationships because you see people often -- and also fosters diversity of relationships. Since people "just like you" are few, most people have diverse friendships. One gal I met was Diane. She was getting a degree in Elementary Education. We knew each other a little -- our social circles overlapped, but saw each other rarely. Diane once borrowed a book: "The Golden Egg Book" by Margaret Wise Brown and Leonard Weisgard. It was a talisman book from my childhood, with gorgeous, elaborate illustrations, and a poignant story about a lonely bunny who finds friendship. My parents had read that book so many times to myself and my siblings, the cover was tattered. The book was magical to me, cherished for its precious memories. One day there was a knock at my door. Diane said, "I'm moving to California, and I'm returning "The Golden Egg Book". I really like it, and I knew I could take it with me, because I knew you'd have forgotten who had it, all these months later. I kept feeling too busy packing to take the time to bring it over. But I didn't want to do that, because I knew how much it meant to you. So, here it is." I still tear up every time I tell this story. I'd spent hours listening to lectures about morality, why it's imperative to do the right thing. But that one small event changed my life. It demonstrated what living a moral life is, that it involves sacrifice at inconvenient times. When I'm faced with everyday moral choices, I know what I have to do. I have to make the kind of choice Diane did, so I can live with my own conscience, and so the other person feels the relief I did. Thanks to Diane, my own children were able to sink into that magical story, gaze at the mesmerizing illustrations, and turn the pages of the very same "Golden Egg Book". =======HeroicStories======= , ,nNN ,nNNNN' ,nNNNNNN; ;NNNNNNNN ;NNNNNNNN' ;NNNNNNNN; .NNNNNNNNN NNNNNNNNNb. ;NNNNNNNNNNNNn. ,NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNn. ;NNNNNNNNN' ""YNNNNNNn. NNNNNNNNN; ""YNNNNNNn. 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She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good. Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it! 'And what do you want?' the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages,' he said without waiting for a reply to his question. 'Well, I want to talk to you about my brother,' Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. 'He's really, really sick....and I want to buy a miracle.' 'I beg your pardon?' said the pharmacist. 'His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?' 'We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you,' the pharmacist said, softening a little. 'Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs.' The pharmacist's brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, 'What kind of a miracle does your brother need?' 'I don't know,' Tess replied with her eyes welling up I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money.' 'How much do you have?' asked the man from Chicago. 'One dollar and eleven cents,' Tess answered barely audible. 'And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to.' 'Well, what a coincidence,' smiled the man. 'A dollar and eleven cents---the exact price of a miracle for little brothers.' He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said 'Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the miracle you need.' That well-dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing well. Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place. 'That surgery,' her Mom whispered. 'was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?' Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost.... one dollar and eleven cents... plus the faith of a little child. In our lives, we never know how many miracles we will need. A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law. I know you'll keep the ball moving! Here it goes. Throw it back to someone who means something to you! A ball is a circle, no beginning, no end. It keeps us together like our Circle of Friends. But the treasure inside for you to see is the treasure of friendship you've granted to me. Today I pass the friendship ball to you. 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Thank You Linda! ========================================================== >-->From Kidwarmers: ,-. _,. / / ; \____,-==-._ ) //_ `----' {+> ` `'--/ /-'`( / / dew `=' >THE FUNNIEST THINGS KIDS SAY Diane was playing with her grandsons, Oggie, 3, and Hyde, 2. Diane and Hyde were zooming an airplane and a train engine through the air. They collided and Diane said, "Oh, no, we crashed!" Oggie promptly took the train and said, "I'll fix it." After much tapping with a hammer and using his wrench and screwdriver he announced it was "fixed." "Who can fix my plane?" Diane asked. Hyde replied, "I fix it, Grandma." He took it, planted a big kiss on it and handed it back to Diane saying, "It's all better now!" -- Diane Schlemmer of LaGrange, Indiana Here's another one from Diane. Hyde was enjoying his drinkable yogurt. He decided to blow into the straw rather than suck, and yogurt went all over Diane's carpet. Diane took the yogurt away and was muttering as she cleaned up the mess. Oggie, seated on the sofa nearby, kept saying, "Grandma, your eyes! Your eyes!" Diane thought perhaps her mascara had smeared. "What about my eyes?" Diane asked. "Grandma, you got your mean eyes on," Oggie said. (Diane had been frowning!) Cort, 4, has two older brothers Nathan, 21, and Grady, 18, who have spoiled him since he was born. Cort spent the first three years of his life sharing a room with Grady and for the last year, has had his "own room." But naturally, he won't sleep by himself. Lately, he's been making his way into Nathan's room to sleep, but the other night Nathan told him that he needed to go back to his own bed. Broken-hearted, Cort came to his mom Cindy crying. He informed Cindy that " Nate-Nate hurt me in my feelings." -- Cindy of Leland, Mississippi Mackenzie, 6, told her grandmother that her friend Dustin was going to stay with his Daddy in Missippi where he is going to help things get back to normal after the storm. Mackenzie said Dustin "will sleep in a cabinet." (She meant camper!) -- Myrle Brown (grandmother of Mackenzie) of Hazlehurst, Georgia ' ) ` /(l /) ( \ / ( ) * ) ( , ) \#/ \#' .-"#'-. .-"#"=, ( |"-.='| '|"-,-"| )\ | | , /(| | /( , ( / )| | (\ ( \ | ) ) (( )\ ( (| | ) ) ) , ) |/ ( ) \ / ) ) . ) |/ ( ( # ( ( , ) / ) ( * ( \#/| (`# ) `#/| |`#/ ( '( \#/ .-"#'-. .-"#'-, .-"#'-. .-=#"-; `#/ .-"#'-. |"=,-"| |"-.-"|) 1"-.-"| |"-.-"| ,-"#"-. |"-.-"| | ! | | | | | | ! |"-.-"| | | | |._,| | | |._,| a | | | | | | | | | | | p | | | | | | | | | | | x | | '-._,-' '-._,-' '-._,-' '-._,-' '-._,-" '-._,-' When Vinnie, 3, went to a Good Friday service with his grandmother he had a very good understanding of what the day was all about... or so his grandmother thought. They arrived just minutes before the hour-long service because his grandmother knew he would be restless during such a long service. The church was already crowded when they arrived. As they walked toward the front, Vinnie saw on the altar steps the cross they have on the wall during the year. Being Catholic, they have the body of Jesus on the cross, but for Good Friday the body was removed. Upon seeing the empty cross, Vinnie said in a very loud, clear voice, "Look, Grandma, Jesus escaped... Jesus escaped!" -- Amber Rose Kinney (grandmother of Vinnie) of Indianapolis During Micah's birthday party last month, Micah's father mentioned something about "little kids." Micah, who had turned 3 that day, said, "Daddy, I not a little kid. Cassia little kid." (Cassia is his 1-year-old sister.) So Micah's mother piped in and asked, "Micah, are you a big boy now?" His answer surprised his parents. "No, Mommy, Micah not a big boy. I a grown-up!" -- Dawn (mother of Micah and Cassia) of Minnesota Kyler, 2, was on the way from Austin, Texas, to Flatonia, Texas. On the way drivers see, hear and smell many of the back road things that Texans are proud of. Their route took them near oil wells. Kyler asked his father, "What is that smell?" His father tried to explain at a 2-year-old's level. Then Kyler said, "Daddy, car needs a bath!" -- Shari Mallory (grandmother of Kyler) of Texas _--_ ( A's) /___7 .~~\ /~~. /""_ V \ om /____/ / .mmmC="_ _/ -----===(((((}{).MMM "" | `"---" ..mMMM"" | \ ( )" \ /\ | / / \ \ /" / \ \ \__/" \__/ '94 the wolfe / / | | .^V^. .^V^. +-+ +-+ Danyelle and her other 6-year-old friend, Shawn, were getting ready to play baseball. Danyelle said, "I am the batter. You are the mitten thingy. " (She meant pitcher!) -- Sally Morris of Wellington, Florida Sue Claphan was telling about a shower she attended for friends Barbara and Mike Stedge's grandbaby. Her grandson, Connor Claphan, 5, looked up at her and asked, "Did you have to take your clothes off?" Expectant Daddy Jeff Stedge pastors the Zion United Methodist Church, near Golden Lake in Steuben County, Indiana.) -- Eva Claphan (great grandmother) of Steuben County, Indiana Barb was driving with her granddaughter Briana, 4, in the back seat. Briana said her arm was itchy and she held it up so that Barb could see it. Before Barb could say it was a mosquito bite, Briana piped up, "Guy (her name for Barb) I think I'm growing a new nipple!" -- Barb Fratus of Pleasantville, Pennsylvan Note: You are welcomed to use, copy and share these stories, but please reference http://www.funnykids.com as the source. ========================================================== _ _|_|_ ,|_| |_|_ || | | |_| || | | | | || | | | | _|| | | | | ||)\ ^ ^ ^ | || | | || | | || | | \\ | \\ / ejm )\ ( / \ \ / \ \ \ \ >-->"In My Prayers" As you make your way through a fog of tears, a landslide of heartache and multiple fears, I'll remember you in my prayers. 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