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THANK YOU!! ================ >-->HOT Off The 'Shangy' Press! :) This too hot to handle one is from our friends Jo Ann, Johanna, and KarenF. I decided since Yahoo is messing with my traffic so much, I might as well have fun and do this page up. Hopefully Yahoo has corrected it's technical difficulties it had over Monday and Tuesday! Give this page time to load and check it out here... No New Taxes! \ \ , | , \ / ,,_--_, \./ ,// _ _\ \./ ;;\ // x x /;;; \ \ | _\ / / \ \ \ o / / / \ `-'\__/-' / \ \/ / | /\ | | |//|| | \/ | .--'-----'-----. /| | / | | | | ,d888b, | | | J8888888L | :F_P: | | 888888888 | Humor In Politics 9 http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/politics9.html --- ...Awesome! So funny! Thanks Ladies! -<>- >PRAYER REQUEST: Please Pray with me for MONA. A Kind, warm, loving Christian woman recently hit with a very rare (only 4 known cases) incurable disease. Dear God, Please help Mona stabilize and give her doctors wisdom to know how best to treat her in Jesus Christ's name, I thank you. Amen. =========================================================== >-->From Heartwarmers: _ ( \nnnn / / (` \ / `-. \/ `, ) `` BP >COMFORTING WITNESS by Thelma Fayle Bernie's 85 year-old feet spent a youth sweating through hockey skates as a competitive young athlete in the Prairies. After a sudden stroke, I gave one final massage to a stilled left foot and a right foot with little spunk remaining. Bernie smiled a last crooked smile as my sister-in-law and I quietly sang "Won't you come home Bill Bailey" to him while I rubbed his feet. I have always been the family foot rubber. A few years ago I signed up for a foot reflexology certification course. I use the skill for family and friends and as a volunteer on the Victoria Hospice Unit. One afternoon a week, I give foot rubs to terminally ill patients and their tired family members who sit in vigil. The Victoria Hospice environment culture-shocked me after spending almost 25 years in offices working mostly as a systems analyst and program manager for the provincial government. Offering reflexology gives me a chance to unobtrusively bear witness to a life's end. I step into a room and ask the patient if she wants a foot rub. (Unless someone asks, I don't bother explaining the theory behind reflexology. Most of us know the relaxing value of having our feet rubbed.) The patient nods. I place my little black carrying chair by the bed, and pull out the witch hazel, cotton pads and unscented lotion. I smile and lightly remind her that I have no sense of smell and am well suited to the job. I lift the blankets of her hospice bed and look at her slightly turned-in and wilting feet. I can see clearly that these feet will never walk again. The chart says the thin pale woman is in her fifties. She has a mane of dark hair and I think she must have been quite beautiful when she was younger. "I haven't always been like this," she whispers, embarrassed by her physical decline. "I know," I nod and look directly into her eyes and then continue my work. I lift her cool foot and hold it in my warm hands. Mauve toenails are the work of her sister who has sat by the bedside everyday for three weeks, far away from her own family life in England. I listen and learn that the feet in my hands have traveled far and carried an accomplished fashion designer, artist, and mother of two beautiful children. Volunteering as a reflexologist offers a chance to share some respectful intimacy with strangers without being invasive. I get to play a very small role in an organization that I respect. Being with each new patient and family is like having a small role in a captivating play. The end-of-life ambience is ironically life-affirming. Rubbing the feet of people who are dying is teaching me to listen carefully. People tell truths when their feet are being rubbed. Even my teenage nephew knows that if he keeps talking I will keep massaging the 7000 nerve endings in his feet. I listen while he informs his old aunt about life as a Canadian teenager in 2007. Through their feet, I have come to hear rich details about the life of a Vancouver Island farmer, a horticulturalist, a psychology professor, a musician, a civil servant who had just retired, and a beautiful young man of 14 who really liked Harry Potter. And a couple of hundred other people -- all in the last days of their lives. Patient family members are sometimes reluctant to receive a foot rub. "I'm ok," they say. Or, "I would feel guilty with dad lying here so ill." "It will be good for your Dad to sense that you are relaxed," I encourage the tired relatives. So many people tell me they are embarrassed and apologize for their feet. "Please excuse the horrible bunions," they say. "My feet are a mess." "I have always hated my feet, they're so ugly." I hear these comments all the time. From where I sit, feet are feet -- aside from a few webbed toes, they all look pretty much alike. Considering they support our bodies throughout our lives and are our two points of contact with the earth, our hard working feet are often under-appreciated. Feet aren't ugly. -- Thelma Fayle __________________________________________ Thelma says, "I am a certified reflexologist. I have a respiratory disease that robs a fair amount of my energy but I hope to write a non-fiction book one day. I live in Victoria, B.C. Canada." You can reach her by email by clicking here: mailto:thelma2@shaw.ca --- ...'Feet aren't ugly.' , , /////| ///// | ///// | |~~~| | | |===| |/| | B |/| | | I | | | | B | | | | L | / | E | / |===|/ jgs '---' Reminds me of this Bible passage... 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It took a real disaster To bring me to my knees; To finally call upon the Lord And say, "God help me, please." He came with no delaying, With strong arms that could hold - The weight of all my burdens; He gladly took the load. And, I am learning, Lord. What a needless cross I carried, All because I could not see - What a friend I have in Jesus, And the love He has for me. Peace I find when troubles hover, Though' the outcome is unknown. For if yet the road is rocky, I won't walk it all alone. For, I am learning, Lord. ~ D. Sue Horton ~ Copyright © 1995 -<>- {} {} ! ! II II ! ! ! I__I__II II__I__I ! 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They had no pension; their health was broken; they were defeated, discouraged, and afraid. They discovered they were booked on the same ship as President Teddy Roosevelt, who was returning from one of his big-game hunting expeditions. No one paid any attention to them. They watched the fanfare that accompanied the President's entourage, with passengers trying to catch a glimpse of the great man. As the ship moved across the ocean, the old missionary said to his wife, "Something is wrong. Why should we have given our lives in faithful service for God in Africa all these many years and have no one care a thing about us? Here this man comes back from a hunting trip and everybody makes much over him, but nobody gives two hoots about us." "Dear, you shouldn't feel that way," his wife said. "I can't help it; it doesn't seem right." When the ship docked in New York, a band was waiting to greet the President. The mayor and other dignitaries were there. The papers were full of the President's arrival. No one noticed this missionary couple. They slipped off the ship and found a cheap flat on the East Side, hoping the next day to see what they could do to make a living in the city. That night the man's spirit broke. He said to his wife, "I can't take this; God is not treating us fairly." His wife replied, "Why don't you go in the bedroom and tell that to the Lord?" A short time later he came out from the bedroom, but now his face was completely different. His wife asked, "Dear, what happened?" "The Lord settled it with me," he said. "I told him how bitter I was that the President should receive this tremendous homecoming, when no one met us as we returned home. And when I finished, it seemed as though the Lord put his hand on my shoulder and simply said, 'But you're not home yet!" -<>- , /\ , / '-' '-' \ | PATROL | \ .--. / | ( 19 ) | \ '--' / '--. .--' jgs \/ >By Michael T. Powers, © 2001 HeartTouchers@aol.com "I don't need anyone telling me when to cross the street," I yelled defiantly at the fourth grade Safety Patrol member. "I ain't no little kid, you know!" I said in my roughest, toughest ten-year-old voice. With that, I crossed the street and made my way home. The next morning I was called to the principal's office. I was a bit scared, but I tried my best not to show it. "You know Mike, this is the third time I have had a complaint about you not obeying the Safety Patrols at the intersections." I said nothing in response. "The Safety Patrol members are there to make sure that no one gets hurt." "I don't need anyone telling me when to cross the street. I'm not a two-year-old, you know." "Mr. Powers, I don't care how old you are, or even think you are. You are going to start listening to and obeying the Safety Patrol, or you and I will be spending a lot of time together. Is that understood?" I nodded and then was dismissed. I clenched my little fists together all the way out the door. I was Public Enemy Number one to the Greenbrook Elementary School Safety Patrol. The brave young boys and girls who were sworn to help other students safely cross the street were told to be on the look out for me. The mere mention of my name made those fourth graders, who proudly wore the orange Safety Patrol vests, break out into a cold sweat. It was soon after that, that I was approached by fellow fourth grader and captain of the Safety Patrol, Mike DiSalvo. I started to growl under my breath as he approached, and I prepared myself for an argument when he began to speak. "Hey, Mike! I've got a question for you. I noticed that you don't seem to need any help getting across the streets before and after school." "That's right!" I barked back at him. "I'm not a two-year-old, you know?!" "Well, Mike, since you are one of the few who don't need our help, I was wondering if you would like to join us? You know, become a member of the Safety Patrol. That way you can help all the other students get safely across the street." The defensive reply I had planned froze on my lips and I stood there totally stunned. After what seemed like an hour I finally stammered, "Sure, I guess." How could I turn down the Safety Patrol in their hour of need? Within a few weeks I was the most devoted Safety Patrol member Greenbrook Elementary School ever had, and I wore my orange vest with pride. I showed up on my scheduled street corner ten minutes early each morning, and I didn't have a single problem with any of the students that I helped to cross the road each day. Well, except for the little second grader who told me one day, "I don't need anyone telling me when to cross the street. I'm not a two-year-old, you know." A quick talk with my mother and father later that night, though, took care of the problem, and my little brother never said that to me again. I grew to love being in the Safety Patrol even more when, at the end of the year, we were rewarded for our service with a trip to Wrigley Field to watch my favorite baseball team, the Chicago Cubs. Most any boy who grew up in the Chicago area spent half their childhood playing baseball in the neighborhood lot, pretending they were Cub players Bill Buckner or Dave Kingman. The other half of their life was spent in front of the tube watching the Cubs play on WGN-TV. However, to actually get to go to a Cubs game in person was a dream come true! The date was May 17, 1979, and the Cubs were taking on the Philadelphia Phillies. Our group of elementary school students got our first glimpse of heaven, as we looked out over historic Wrigley Field from the bleachers in right-center field. There are no words to describe the feeling that this fourth grader had at that time. The wind was blowing out that day and we settled in for an experience we would all remember for the rest of our lives. The Phillies scored seven runs in the first inning and sent starting Cub pitcher, Dennis Lamp, to the showers before he even worked up a sweat. However, my beloved Cubs came right back with six runs of their own, and at the end of the first inning the score was 7-6. We knew then this was not going to be a normal Major League baseball game. The Phillies went on to score eight runs in the third inning and built a 17-6 lead, and things weren't looking too bright for my Cubbies. However, my favorite player, Dave Kingman, was belting homers every other at-bat, and my second favorite player, Bill Buckner, hit a grand slam right near our group of Safety Patrol members. At the end of nine innings the game was miraculously tied, 22-22. In the top of the tenth, Mike Schmidt hit his second homer of the game off Cub reliever Bruce Sutter to put the Phillies ahead 23-22. I wasn't worried though, as Kingman, who already had three home runs, was coming to bat for us in the bottom of the tenth. I remember standing up with the rest of the Cub faithful, pointing towards the left field bleachers, and shouting at the top of my little lungs, "NUMBER 4! NUMBER 4!" in the hopes that he would tie the game again with one swing. Rawley Eastwick, the fifth Phillies pitcher of the day, sent his best fastball hurtling towards home plate. Kingman took a mighty swing, and, with the crack of the bat, we all knew the game was going to be tied. His towering shot went high into the air and began its long decent towards the bleachers in left field. However, the ball fell just short, as did the Cubs' hopes of winning that day. The game featured eleven home runs, fifty hits, and set many Major League records. More importantly, though, it was a magical day that all of us kids will never, ever forget.especially me. If it weren't for a fourth grader named Mike DiSalvo who was wise far beyond his years, I would not have been there that day to experience my first Cubs game. I have lost track of my childhood friends since we moved to Wisconsin back in 1980. However, my guess is that Mike DiSalvo is the CEO of some Fortune 500 company, and that he regularly gives out Cub tickets to schools to be used by the brave young boys and girls of the Safety Patrol. Michael T. Powers HeartTouchers@aol.com Author Michael T. Powers' writing appears in sixteen inspirational books, including his own entitled: Straight From the Heart. For a sneak peek or to join the thousands of world-wide readers on his daily inspirational e-mail list, visit: http://www.HeartTouchers.com or send an e-mail with the word "subscribe" in the subject line to: HeartTouchers@aol.com -<>- >Links for Your Enjoyment Walking In Power http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/BibleStudy/walkingpower.html The Sacred Secret http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/BibleStudy/secret.html When You Pray ttp://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/BibleStudy/pray.html Angel Wing Decoy http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/angel.html Blink Of An Eye http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/eye.html Eagle Rescue http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/eaglerescue.html Here's Your Frog http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/frog.html Tale Of Two Swallows http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/swallows.html Who Is WE? http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/whoiswe.html Visit Melissa's Online Store You can get anything you want (except for Melissa ) at the online store http://pdhomes.net/mall/babylissa/mySTORES/ISELL4.html ========================================================== >-->From Our Friend Bunni :) , , /////| ///// | ///// | |~~~| | | |===| |/| | B |/| | | I | | | | B | | | | L | / | E | / |===|/ jgs '---' >SCRIPTURES We should daily ask God to do a mighty work in our hearts so we can proclaim His name. Read Psalms 28:9 (Save your people, bless Your possession, shepherd them and carry them forever.) We can 1-Believe God for the impossible. 2-Admit the futility of taking matters in our own hands. 3-Believe God still loves us even when we take a temporary detour. 4-Believe God's blessings follows our obedience. Read Isaiah 51:2 (Look to Abraham your father, and to Sarah who give birth to you in pain.) The Bible tells us that we should walk God's way instead of ours. Remember that walking consistently doesn't mean walking perfectly. It means we may stumble, but we will not fall. Read Psalms 84:5 (Happy are the people whose strength is in God whose hearts are set on pilgrimage.) Strife and quarreling are symbols of weak faith! Read Proverbs 10:12 (Hatred stirs up strife but love covers all ) In a world of superlatives, God is the greatest. Read Exodus 34:6 (The Lord, the Lord God, merciful and gracious) To avoid going wrong, follow God's leading. Read Isaiah 58:11 (The Lord will guide you continually.) The cross of Christ bridges the gap we could never cross on our own. Read Romans 3:23 (All have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God.) We are Christ's "letters of recommendation" to all who read our lives. Read John 9:25 God's way is the RIGHT way to go. Read 1 John 2:11 (He who hates his brother does not know where he is going.) God's timing is perfect - EVERY TIME!!! Read Romans 8:28 (All things work together for good to those who are called according to His purpose.) A Godly life is a fragrance that draws others to Christ. Read 1 John 4:11 (If God so loves us, we also ought to love one another.) Each day we add to our legacy, good or bad. (Holy and beloved, put on tender mercies, kindness, humility, meekness, long suffering.) --- ...Amen! Thanks Bunni! ========================================================== >-->From CupO'Cheer: \\// // //\\ \\// // //\\ \\// // //\\ \\// // //\\ \\// // //\\ \\// // //\\ THE ROPE -=[ACID]=- >WHAT IS YOUR ROPE TIED TO? You may have heard of the man who decided to repair the roof of his house. The pitch was steep, and to be safe, he tied a rope around his waist and threw the other end of it over the top of the house. He called his son and asked him to tie it to something secure. The boy fastened the safety rope to the bumper of their car parked in the driveway. It seemed like a good idea at the time. But a little while later, his wife needed to run a few errands with the automobile. Unaware of the line securing her husband, she started the car and proceeded to drive away. The rope immediately tightened and jerked the man over the roof and into thin air. Now before you become alarmed, let me assure you that this never really happened. But I chuckle at the image of the poor guy sailing over the top of his house like Evel Knievel without a motorcycle. This story, factual or not, points to a great truth. It is a truth about where we place our security; about those things to which we've tied our safety lines. What is your rope tied to? Think about it. What do you depend on to keep you from disaster? Is your rope tied to a good job? Is it tied to a relationship with somebody you rely on? Is it tied to a company or an organization? In her wise and sensitive audio LESSONS IN LIVING writer Susan Taylor tells of discovering how unreliable some of our safety lines really are. She tells of lying in bed in the early hours of the morning when an earthquake struck. As her house shook, she tumbled out of bed and managed to stand underneath an arched door-way in her hall, watching in horror as her whole house tumbled down around her. Where her bed had once stood, she later discovered nothing but a pile of rubble. She lost everything - every button, every dish, her automobile, every stitch of clothing. Susan huddled, scared and crying, in the darkness. In the pre-dawn morning she cried and called out for help. As exhaustion set in, she thought that maybe she should be listening for rescuers rather than making so much commotion. So she grew still and listened. In the silence around her, the only sound she heard was the beating of her own heart. It occurred to her then that at least she was still alive and, amazingly enough, unhurt. She thought about her situation. In the stillness, fear abandoned her and a feeling of indescribable peace and happiness flooded in, the likes of which she had never before known. It was an experience that was to permanently change her life. In the deepest part of her being, Susan realized a remarkable truth. She realized she had nothing to fear. Amazingly, whether or not she was ever rescued, whether she even made it out alive, she sensed she had nothing to fear. For the first time in her life she understood that her true security did not depend on those things in which she had placed her trust. It lay deep within. And also for the first time, she knew what it was to be content in all circumstances. She realized that, in an ultimate sense, whether she had plenty or hardly enough, somehow she would be all right. She just knew it. She later wrote, "Before the quake I had all the trappings of success, but my life was out of balance. I wasn't happy because I was clinging to things in my life and always wanting more. My home, my job, my clothes, a relationship - I thought they were my security. It took an earthquake and losing everything I owned for me to discover that my security had been with me all along . . . There's a power within us that we can depend upon no matter what is happening around us." She had tied her rope to the wrong things. It took a disaster for her to understand that those things are untrustworthy. So she let go of the rope and discovered peace. She found that her true security was a power within - dependable and sure. What is your rope tied to? And what would happen if you found the courage to let go of it? -- Steve Goodier as seen in Life Support -<>- To SUBSCRIBE: Send an e-mail with SUBSCRIBE CUP O'CHEER in the subject line to cheer316@sc.rr.com. ========================================================== ___ (___) /` `\ / /"\ \ \_/o o\_/ ( _ ) `\ /` /\\V//\ / /_ _\ \ \ \___/ / \/===\/ || || || || ||___|| |_____| jgs ||| / Y \ `"`"` >The Wisdom of Hesitation Story Editor: by Jim Shaver Joyce Schowalter West Virginia, USA On a cross-country journey in the summer of 2009, I stopped at a rural New Mexico freeway rest area. I noticed an elderly gentleman with a small dog climb into his pickup truck and leave. Moments later an elderly woman approached the parking space with a confused expression. I asked if she was looking for the man in the white pickup. She confirmed and I explained I'd watched him drive onto the highway. It was her husband; she asked to use my cell phone. When she dialed his number his phone rang in her purse; she was unable to call him. For nearly an hour, I and several truck drivers patiently waited with her. Quite a crowd gathered. At times, she appeared angry and frustrated, other times more confused and worried. Finally, a truck driver and wife escorted her to their rig for coffee, while he used his CB to notify other drivers to be on the lookout. Then I saw the white truck pull back into the same parking spot. A frantic elderly man jumped out. I let him know where his wife was. I let his wife know her husband had returned. They both hurriedly approached each other from across the lot until only a few steps apart. Suddenly, they both stopped and just looked at each other. The standoff lasted several seconds, neither uttering a word. Then the man began to weep. He ran to her arms and sobbed uncontrollably. After several attempts of his unintelligible attempts at speech, she gently took her husband's cheeks into her hands, forcing him to look into her eyes. Over and over she said, "It's OK." I looked around through my blurring eyes to see numerous tears flowing in the nearby crowd. After a few moments of tears and hugging, he regained enough composure to explain he'd realized his error within seconds of merging onto the highway. However, there was no safe place to turn around on the divided highway until the next exit, 12 miles away. Needing to backtrack again, he'd driven 48 miles to return. The wife is the real hero in this story. When the couple both first saw each other, she had every right to unleash her anger for being forgotten. She had every right to chastise, and belittle until her heart was content. Most people would have vented anger on first seeing the perpetrator. But at that moment, even though she had every "right" to lash out, she hesitated. By delaying her tirade, she transformed a situation of anger and bitterness into one of unforgettable mercy and kindness. Even though only observers, those of us who witnessed this event were graced by her demonstration of forgiveness and genuine love. To this day, whenever I feel slighted and ready to lash out, I think of this experience and hesitate. Just because I have every right to be angry, doesn't necessarily mean it's the best choice. =======HeroicStories======= >-->From Kidwarmers: .-"''-. _ .' `( \ @/ ') ,--,__,-" / / \ / / _/ __| , |/ / .~ `\ / \ , | / .~ `\ ` / _/ _/ .~ `\ ~~`__/ / ~ `--'/ / / / / /' /jgs THE FUNNY THINGS KIDS SAY Cali, 4, wanted to play a new computer game. It was naptime so Cathy, Cali's mom, told Cali that as soon as she went to sleep Cathy would load the game on the computer. Cathy sat in her chair while Cali was trying to go to sleep. About two minutes later Cali sat up and said, "I'm asleep now. You can fix the computer!" -- Cathy of Dillard, Georgia Irma Cisneros of Phoenix, Arizona shares the following: When Andriana was 10 she wrote this to the Tooth Fairy. The letter was prompted because she had placed a tooth under her pillow and received nothing. The spelling is Andriana's. Dear Tooth Fairy, What's Up?!! I've been waiting for you to take my tooth and leave me money. I know your busy but serisly it's been almost 3 weeks since it came out. It's already coming in so here's the deal, you come tonight and take the tooth and leave the money, get it, got it, good. Senserly, Adriana P/S I'll be on the top bunk Timmie, 9, was going with his mom to church early one Sunday morning to celebrate that month's birthdays. They were discussing his Grandpa, who was having a birthday that month. "How much money is Grandpa?" Tim asked. Mom replied that he would be 64. "So when he's one hundred, he'll need a dollar?" he asked. Mom asked, "Do you think he'll live to be one hundred?" Tim replied, "Only if he has eternal life!" -- Cheryl Fox (mother of Timmie) of Monroe, Ohio .a88a. . a888888:..--. \\\ 8888888:`\ \ \\\`Y888P' , \. \ =\\\_..' o/ . \ \ `c\`-' <\/| \. \ \ \ ( .'` ) \ \n .' ._/ a:f \__|).\ ._/ (--: .-)_/ `--' Emma, 3, and Elli, 19 months old, were listening to their mom, Amber, one evening while she read a story from the children's Bible. When the story was over, Amber told them it was time for bed. Emma started to whine and throw a fit. Amber told her, "You know, Emma, God is watching you all the time." Emma quickly turned over the right way and looked at her mom with HUGE eyes and said, "But, Mommy, I was just stretching!" -- Beth of Ohio (Grammas Moses to Emma, Ellianna and Grace) Patty Fisel, a mayoral candidate from Ligonier, Indiana, shares the following: For the Marshmallow Festival I worked the Republican booth. We presented a 'fun ballot' to help kids learn about the voting process. One little girl was reluctant to vote because she didn't know how to vote. I explained she simply needed to decide who would make a better mayor -- Mickey Mouse or Donald Duck, and she could vote for only one. She studied the choices, looked up, waited for eye contact and stated, "Well, I'm not voting for Donald because he's too grouchy!" Later, I asked a young boy if he would like to vote. He immediately responded, "Yes." When presented a ballot he explained he knew just what to do. He stated he was voting for Mickey because he was the smartest. When he hesitated a little on choosing a city clerk/treasurer, I reminded him, "This person will be taking care of your tax money." His very quick response was, "Well! I'd just as soon take care of my own money!'" \\ \\ \\ .-'```^```'-. .-'```^```'-. .-'```^```'-. / /\ __ /\ \ / (\ __ /) \ / /) __ (\ \ | ^^ \/ ^^ | | ` \/ ` | | ^ \/ ^ | \ \_.__._/ / \ \____/ / \ `'=='` / `'-.......-'` `'-.......-'` `'-.......-'` ldb When Gib was 4 and Brit was 3 their grandfather planted pumpkin seeds in early September. They hoped to have big pumpkins by Halloween. A few days before Halloween they all went to check on the pumpkins. They were the size of golf balls. That afternoon after the children went home Grandpa went to the local market and bought two huge pumpkins. He laid them on the pumpkin vines. When the children came over the next day, once again they all went out to the back yard. As soon as they spotted the huge pumpkins, they began yelling, "It's a miracle. It's a miracle!" -- Paula Brenneman (grandmother) of Spark, Nevada Little Katie was talking to her "PawPaw" trying to explain something, which he was not getting. Time and time again she tried to explain, and he just did not get it. All of a sudden she threw her palms upward, and exclaimed, "PawPaw don't you comprehend?" -- "Great-MawMaw" Nancy of Indianapolis, Indiana Quinton, 4, is small for his age. On his birthday he woke up to find he was still "wittle." He told his Nana, "I am supposed to be big like Daddy now 'cuz I'm four." His grandmother explained that his daddy is 27 and she showed him how many more it would be until he was Daddy's age and tall like Daddy. He replied, "Well, it looks like I'm gonna have to wear these wittle shoes a long time then!" -- Rhonda (grandmother) of Turpin, Oklahoma _,.......____ _.-' / `-._`-. ,' / / `. `. ,' ___ / _ / __`. `. / / \ / (_) / / / \ \ : / /) / / __ / / / L L | / __,' / / / / / / | | | / / / / / / / /___ | | : /_/ / /_/ / /_____/ F F \ / / / / `. / / ,' ,' `./ / _,'_,' cjr `-.__/______,.;:.-' Casey, 6, is very close to her Aunt "TT." Aunt TT had just been diagnosed with breast cancer and would be having surgery, followed by chemotherapy. Casey's mom, Colleen, explained to her that Aunt TT was going to getting medicine that would make her all better, but that she would lose her hair from it. Casey took this all in and then very casually asked, "Is it the same medicine that Uncle Eric takes?" (Uncle Eric is good-looking but bald!) -- Theresa B (Casey's great-aunt) of Berlin, New Jersey Quinn, 2, and Mommy were having a battle of wills one afternoon. At one point Mommy said, "Unless you want to spend the rest of the day in time out, you need to stop talking back to Mommy." Quinn replied, "I'm not, I'm talking forwards!" Here is another Quinn story. She stubbed her toe. When she showed her mother her boo-boo, her mother asked, "Which toe hurts? The big one?" Quinn replied, "No, my thumb foot!" -- Angela Cox (mother of Quinn) of Lee's Summit, Missouri ############################################### # , # # Whoa, now "==- # # there's a Watch out ,-. # # plant worth for salt! | L,. # # eating! ,',_.' # # _ >o< \ \ # # / OOm mOO \ | | # # /\/ (= o` \/\ ,.| | # #,;/____,_),.,..;,,..(_.____\.;...;;/| |\,.;..# ###############################################|R Kenzi, 6, came running to her grandmother from across the yard, with her hands cupped together, just dying to show her new-found treasure. "Gumma, can I keep it as a pet, can I PLEEEASE?" What her grandmother saw in Kenzi's hands was a slimy old SLUG! In her continued efforts to persuade "Gumma" to allow this little "critter adoption" she looked her grandmother square in the eye, and in all seriousness said, "Gumma, slugs are like snails, but snails carry their houses on their backs. Slugs are POOR. He needs a home!" -- Rhonda Jalbert (grandmother) of Port Angeles, Washington Rhonda added this: "I have to say that I think kids in general are just the funniest creatures ever created... Thanks to (my kids) and now Kenzi I am delightfully full of cherished memories that Kenzi begs me to share with her on a regular basis. She LOVES to hear the funny stories! Little does she know that she's still creating them!" ========================================================== >-->QUOTES ,-,--. __| //``-, \ \_`\ )\a-a-? \ \ \_`(_=_/_-`__ \__, , \| | _ _,' ___7 ) | (_)(_`__(_,---' | ( _( ) | / /_| |________| __/__/__|__|_________) _________(__,_|)/ (__)|/____\(_______________ mic "There is always risk - when you reach for the beautiful. When you reach for the lovelier, finer, more fragrant things of life - there is always a risk - and you can't escape it. The risk is what makes the Christian life exciting. It is thrilling - make no mistake about it. It is an adventure. As long as we live in this world, there will always be a risk in reach. There are timid souls who avoid high places because they are afraid...But then there are those who avoid high ideals because they are content with low ones. There are persons who do not have high ambitions because they are lazy. Jesus remarked upon those who sought the small and shallow things of life, "Verily, I say to you, they have their reward." (Matthew 6:2) - --Peter Marshall "It is scarcely possible in most places to get anyone to attend a meeting where the only attraction is God. One can only conclude that God's professed children are bored with him, for they must be wooed to meeting with a stick of striped candy in the form of religious movies, games, and refreshments." - A. W. Tozer God never gives guidance for two steps at a time. I must take one step, and then I get light for the next. This keeps the heart in abiding dependence upon God. --C. H. 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