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THANK YOU!! ================ >-->HOT Off The 'Shangy' Press! :) This scorcher is from our friend PatDeE. This one was way too much fun not to share! He's got great imagination and talent! Check it out here... ,/ * _,'/_ | `(")' ,'/ _ _,-H-./ / \_\_\. / )" | ( __/ H \__ \ /|\ / `--'|||`--' ==^== hh Bruno's Fantasy Art! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/fantasyart.html --- ...Brings the magic of childhood! Love it! Thanks PatDeE! =========================================================== >-->From Heartwarmers: ______________________ |,----.,----.,----.,--.\ || || || || \\ |`----'`----'|----||----\`. [ | -||- __|(| [ ,--. |____||.--. | =-(( `))-----------(( `))== jrei`--' `--' >BLESSINGS WE LEAST EXPECT by Mary Conner It had been just an average day at work. Not the best of days but not the worst either, or so I thought. My husband and I closed our shop and left sharply at 5pm. I would soon realize that this had indeed become the worst day of our lives. Our 16 year old daughter was at home. She rode the school bus and usually she would give me a call around 4pm to let me know she had made it home safely. Sometimes though, she and a friend would visit in the yard, or she might play with her dog instead of going inside immediately, and forget to call. So when I did not receive her usual call and she did not answer mine, I was not overly concerned. But for some reason, I had a strange feeling inside. As we entered the front door of our home I noticed her books were not on the table where she always put them and I could see her feet in the doorway where she was lying on the floor. As we rushed to her room we found the horrible truth that changed our lives forever. Through the years I replayed that day over and over in my mind. I lived in guilt because I did not see her depression and was unable to help. In my thoughts and dreams, I would change the events before that tragic day. We would have long talks about her problems. Then we would work them out and everything would be ok. Ten years later, life was better but those thoughts still haunted me. I was working with a marketing company and met another lady who worked in the same organization. Since we lived near each other, we planned a big event to bring new customers out to purchase our products. Two days before the big event, I received a call from my new friend. I didn't know her well but I knew something was wrong. I could hear many emotions in her voice -- sorrow, desperation and remorse. She told me how sorry she was that she would not be able to help complete our project. Normally I would have just said "that's OK" and got off of the phone. But instead I continued talking, purposely keeping her on the line. She had said she could not make the event because she would be somewhere else. So, I asked. "Where are you going?" She said, "I am going somewhere where no one will have to worry about me again." With a little prodding she told me of other burdens that seemed too great for her to continue living. So, I asked if she had children and she answered, "No." I asked her if her parents were alive and she said her mother was still living and that she had a sister and her mother would be ok. Then, I told her how wrong she was. I told her I knew how much her mother would suffer because I had lost a child and I know it's the worst kind of pain a parent can ever feel. Children just don't see the bond that a parent feels for them. You give them life, they are an extension of your own life, and you feel responsible to them as long as you live. You never expect to see your children die before you. I also told her that no matter what she was facing, it would pass and life would get better with time. But, if she died, her mother would wake up every day for the rest of her life and know that she would never see her child again. Then I asked, "Can you really do that to your mother?" Quietly she answered, "No." I noticed a change in her voice. I did not hear those emotions any more. She promised that she would not do anything that would cause someone else pain. Knowing she would be all right, I let her get off the phone. Then I sat quietly for a long time taking in what had just happened. God had arranged for our paths to cross. We both needed something from each other. My friend needed someone to show her that things could be worse than what she was experiencing, and I needed to give someone what I could not give my child -- a reason to live. Our marketing event was a big failure but it didn't matter. I felt better that weekend than I had felt in many years. God gives us blessings when we least expect them. -- Mary Conner ___________________________________________ Mary says, "I know it is still a sad story but I think it tells about how God helps us to overcome grief. It is heartwarming for me to think about the gift He gave me -- the chance to help someone else." ========================================================== >-->From ur Friend Bunni :) , , /////| ///// | ///// | |~~~| | | |===| |/| | B |/| | | I | | | | B | | | | L | / | E | / |===|/ jgs '---' >SCRIPTURES Anxiety is an expensive habit! It might be worth the cost if it worked but it doesn't. Our frets are futile. Worry has never brightened a day, solved a problem or cured a disease. God leads us and will do the right thing at the right time. And what a difference that makes! AMEN!!! Wisdom creates win win situations. Read Phillippians 2:14-15 (Do everything without complaining or arguing, so that you may become blameless and pure. Children of God, without fault, in a crooked and depraved generation, in which you shine like stars in the universe.) Rejoicing in the Lord is appropriate in EVERY season. Read Ecc: 3:1 (There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under heaven.) The next time your heart swells with love, realize that God loves you a million times more! Read Isaiah 16:15 (As a mother comforts her child, so will I comfort you.) Having the same opinion of yourself that God does will transform your life. Read Romans 12:2 (Let God transform you into a new person by changing the way you think.) Cultivate a love for learning. Learn something new every day. Read Proverbs 4:7-8 (Wisdom is supreme. Therefore get wisdom. Though it cost all you have, get understanding. (Esteem her, and she will exalt yo. Embrace her, and she will honor you.) There can be no more reliable authority on earth than God's Word, the Bible. This timeless, trustworthy source of truth holds the key that unlocks life's mysteries. It alone provides us with the shelter we need in times of storm. Read Romans 13:4 (For everything that was written in the past was written to teach us, so that through endurance and the encouragement of the Scriptures we might have hope.) We ourselves, without God, wants credit for ourselves and recognition for ourselves and so many other things for ourselves. Ourselves, with God in control, wants all the credit and glory and honor to go to God for His Love for mankind. Read Psalms 51:10 (Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me.) When will we learn that efficiency is enhanced, not by what we accomplish, but more often by what we relinquish????? Read Luke 14:22 The church is a family and not a business. A business don't have fathers and mothers. Families do. The flock of God is not a corporation gone public. Read 1 Thessalonians 2:9,11 (As we preached God's Good News among you we talked to you as a father of his own children.) You are absolutely secure in the everlasting arms of your eternal God. In Him, you are safe!!! Read Deuteronomy 33:27 (The eternal God is our refuge, and underneath us are his everlasting arms.) God originally designed and "prescribed" you. Read Jeremiah 1:5 (Before I formed you in the womb I knew you and before you were Born, I set you apart.) --- ...Talk about Planned Parenthood! God did it right! Thanks Bunni! =========================================================== >-->From Laugh&Lift: "It seems to me that there should be a connection between what we know and what we do! Unfortunately, some of the most difficult Christians to deal with are those who like to argue Scripture but their life does not reflect either an understanding of Scripture nor a practice of it!" - John Patterson The Lift True Change (By Greg Laurie) "Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new." (2 Corinthians 5:17) During a visit to the Pacific Northwest a few years ago, I met a man who told me he had been heavily into alcohol and drugs. His marriage, in his own words, was hanging by a thread. One day, he took a gun, loaded it, and was planning to kill himself, when, he turned on the TV. There on the screen was a Harvest Crusade, where I was sharing a message called, "How to Get Right with God." He said, "God began to speak to me. When you led those people in prayer, I prayed and asked Jesus Christ to come into my life." After he found Christ, he realized he needed to reconcile with his father. So he rode his motorcycle across the country to see his dad. That is a long ride on a motorcycle, but that sounds like a conversion to me. That sounds like a man who had met God, because there was a change in his life. When God healed Naaman of his leprosy, he wanted to show his gratitude with a gift. Saul, at his conversion, said to the Lord, "What would You have me to do?" The Philippian jailer, after becoming a believer, washed the backs of those he had previously whipped. And Zacchaeus, after he became a believer, wanted to restore what he had stolen from others. If you have truly found a relationship with God through Jesus Christ, you will change. That doesn't mean you need to change your life before you can come to Christ. But it does mean that when you come to Christ, you will change and your priorities will change. Copyright 2008 by Harvest Ministries. All rights reserved. Scripture quotations are taken from the Holy Bible, New King James Version, Copyright 1982 by Thomas Nelson, Inc. For more relevant and biblical teaching from Pastor Greg Laurie, go to www.harvest.org. SUBSCRIBE INFO Want to receive a Christian inspirational item AND great clean humor in an email to you each day of the week? It's easy and FREE! Read all about Laugh & Lift at http://www.laughandlift.com --- , , /////| ///// | ///// | |~~~| | | |===| |/| | B |/| | | I | | | | B | | | | L | / | E | / |===|/ jgs '---' ...My 2 cents... When you are born again, God gives you His spirit. This helps you understand spiritual things much more easily and allows God to more easily talk with you. This gives you immediate power and control over your life. The rest is up to you. How much you want to renew your life is up to you. As God's child, you have the world at your feet. You can do all things through Christ your Lord! Rom.12: [2] And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God. See... , , /////| ///// | ///// | |~~~| | | |===| |/| | B |/| | | I | | | | B | | | | L | / | E | / |===|/ jgs '---' Christianity And The Renewed Mind by emb http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/BibleStudy/christianity.html FULL Bible Study Menu http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/BibleStudy/BibleStudy.html =========================================================== >-->From Archives InspiredBuffalo: A woman repeated a bit of gossip about a neighbor. Within a few days the whole community knew the story. The person it concerned was deeply hurt and offended. Later the woman responsible for spreading the rumor learned that it was completely untrue. She was very sorry and went to a wise old sage to find out what she could do to repair the damage. "Go to the marketplace," he said, "and purchase a chicken, and have it killed. Then on your way home, pluck its feathers and drop them one by one along the road." Although surprised by this advice, the woman did what she was told. The next day the wise man said, "Now go and collect all those feathers you dropped yesterday and bring them back to me." The woman followed the same road, but to her dismay, the wind had blown the feathers all away. After searching for hours, she returned with only three in her hand. "You see," said the old sage, "it's easy to drop them, but it's impossible to get them back. So it is with gossip. It doesn't take much to spread a rumor, but once you do, you can never completely undo the wrong." --- We ALLLLL Exaggerate \ \ , | , \ / ,,_--_, \./ ,// _ _\ \./ ;;\ // x x /;;; \ \ | _\ / / \ \ \ o / / / \ `-'\__/-' / \ \/ / | /\ | | |//|| | \/ | .--'-----'-----. /| | / | | | | ,d888b, | | | J8888888L | :F_P: | | 888888888 | ...Reminds me of what Obama said about his Democratic politics. Obama thinks it is OK to 'exaggerate' the truth in his ads - like calling Romney a felon, a tax evader, a bad Christian, Republicans want dirty air, want to throw woman and the middle class under the bus and want to throw Granny over the cliff! All are bold face lies but Obama thinks it is all OK because it is just politics. So, remember not to believe anything the Democrats say - it's just their way of being politicians and governing. Instead of listening to what Obama says, listen to what he does. ACTION Speaks louder than words! -<>- ,-----. W/,-. ,-.\W ()>a a<() (.--(_)--.) I Still Got It! ,'/.-'\_/`-.\`. ,' / `-' \ `. / \ / \ / `. ,' \ / / `-._.-' \ \ ,-`-._/| |=|o |\_.-< <,--.) |_____| |o____| )_ \ `-)| |// _ \\| )/ || |' | `| || | | | || ( )|( ) || | | | || | | | || |_.--.|.--._| || /'""| |""`\ [] `===' `===' hjw >WHEN ARE YOU TOO OLD? When asked how it was that she has lived so long, one 91-year-old woman replied, "I think God is testing the patience of my relatives." When is "too old"? At what age do we give up? At 100, Grandma Moses was still painting, and Titian painted "Battle of Lepants" when he was 98. At 93, George Bernard Shaw wrote Far­fetched Fables. At 91, Eamon de Valera served as presi­dent of Ireland. At 90, Pablo Picasso still drew and en­graved. At 89, Arthur Rubinstein gave one of his great­est recitals in New York's Carnegie Hall, and Pablo Casals, at 88, still performed cello concerts. At 82, Winston Churchill wrote the four-volume work, A History of the Eng­lish-Speaking Peoples, Leo Tolstoy completed I Can­not Be Silent, and Goethe, at the same age, fin­ished Faust. At 81, Benjamin Franklin engineered the diplomacy, which led to the adoption of the U.S. Constitution. When are you "too old"? Only on the day when you truly have nothing left to give. And the good news is this: that day never has to arrive! -- By Steve Goodie -<>- >The Magic of Three Days By Patt Barnes It was a beautiful spring day, and a sense of peace stayed with me as I left the cathedral on Easter Monday morning. I paused for a moment on top of the steps leading to the avenue, now crowded with people rushing to their jobs. Sitting in her usual place inside a small archway was the old flower lady. At her feet corsages and boutonnieres were parading on top of a spread-open newspaper. The flower lady was smiling, her wrinkled old face alive with some inner joy. I started down the stairs—then, on an impulse, turned and picked out a flower. As I put it in my lapel, I said, “You look happy this morning.” “Why not? Everything is good.” She was dressed so shabbily and seemed so very old that her reply startled me. “You’ve been sitting here for many years now, haven’t you? And always smiling. You wear your troubles well.” “You can’t reach my age and not have troubles,” she replied. “Only it’s like Jesus and Good Friday . . . ” She paused for a moment. “Yes?” I prompted. “Well, when Jesus was crucified on Good Friday, that was the worst day for the whole world. And when I get troubles I remember that, and then I think of what happened only three days later—Easter and our Lord arising. So when I get troubles, I’ve learned to wait three days . . . somehow everything gets all right again.” And she smiled good-bye. Her words still follow me whenever I think I have troubles. Give God a chance to help . . . wait three days. The above article originally appeared in Guideposts magazine. -<>- .--..-""""-..--. ///`/////////\`\\\ ||/ |///""\\\| \|| ## ( 6. 6 ) ## /_\ \ _. / /_\ _`) (`_ /` '--' `\ / _,,_ \ / /` `\ \ /\_/ / 6 6\ \_/\ \ \/\ Y /\/ / \ \/ `'U` \/ / \( \ / )/ |\_/ \_/| / ____ \ \ ( || ) / (__)||(__) | || | |__||__| jgs |==||==| /~`//~`/ / // / `""` `"` >A Piece of Chalk In our home it was natural to fear our father. Even our mother was afraid of him. As children, my sister and I thought every family was like that. Every family had an unpredictable dad who was impossible to please and a praying mama who was there to protect the children. We thought God planned it that way. We were good children. Mama was always telling us we were, even if Daddy couldn't see it. Part of this was because we dared not do anything. We were quiet, timid children who rarely spoke, especially never when Daddy was home. People thought God had blessed Mama with the sweetest girls. She was always so proud. Then came the day we found something new and fun to do. It wouldn't upset anyone; we'd never take the risk of doing that. We discovered we could draw pictures with chalk on our wooden front door, and it would rub right off. We could have lots of fun, so we set to work drawing and making lots of pretty pictures all over it. We had a great time. It surprised us to see how talented we were. We decided to finish our masterpiece, knowing Mama would just love it. She would want all her friends to come and see it, and maybe they would want us to do their doors, too. The praise we expected did not come. Instead of seeing the obvious beauty in our work, all Mama could see was the time and effort she would need to clean it off. She was mad. We did not understand why, but we knew all about anger, and we were in big trouble! Off we ran to find a place to hide. In our wooded yard it was not hard for two small children to find safety. Together, we huddled behind a tree and did not move. Soon we heard the frightened voices of Mom and our neighbors calling out to us. Still we did not budge. They were afraid we had run away or drowned in the pond out back. We were afraid of being found. The sun set, and it began to get dark. Those around us became more anxious, and we became more frightened. Time was slipping by, and the longer we hid there, the harder it was to come out. Mom was, by now, convinced something awful had happened to us, and she resorted to calling the police. We could hear all the voices drawn together in a group. Then the search was on again, this time with strong male voices overpowering the others. If we were frightened before, now we were terrified! As we clung together in the dark, we became aware of yet another voice, one we instantly recognized with horror: our daddy. But there was something strangely different about it. In it we heard something we had never heard before: fear, agony and despair. We couldn't put a name to it then, but that's what it was. Then came his prayers, tears and prayers intermingled together. Was that our daddy on his knees pleading with God? Our daddy with tears running down his face, promising God that he would give his life to him if he would safely return his girls? Nothing in our lives had prepared us for this kind of shock. Neither of us remembers making a decision to come out. We were drawn to him like a magnet, our fears dissolving into the forest. We don't know yet if we actually took steps or if God somehow moved us out and into Daddy's arms. What we do remember are those strong, loving arms holding us and crying, hugging us like we were precious. Things were different after that. We had a new daddy. It was like the old one was buried that day in the forest. God had taken him and replaced him with another, one who loved us and was ever thankful for us. Mama always told us that God was a God of miracles. I guess she was right. He changed our whole family with a piece of chalk. By Holly Smeltzer (c) -<>- >Links for Your Enjoyment Chosen Children? http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/BibleStudy/choosehischildren.html Awww Animals 2 http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/animals2.html Fall Animations http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/agifs_f-j.html Comments - Words http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/agifs_u-z.html Angles Are Watching http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/angelswatching.html Akiane Child Prodigy! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/prodigy.html Love Thoughts http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/love.html Moon Photography Art http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/moonart.html Beautiful Bridges 2 http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/bridges2.html Bikes From The Past http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/pastbikes.html Farmers Gone Wild! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/farm.html Maxine On Fall! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/maxineonfall.html -<>- >From Our Friend KarenF :) She sent us one we have here... [Turn your sound up] Notes To God http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/cnotes.html --- ...Aww, such a darling one! Thanks KarenF! 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 If You haven't joined LynnLynn's mailing List yet, send a blank e-mail to LynnLynns-links-subscribe@Yahoogroups.com ========================================================== __===*@@@ @@@@@ @@@@@ / ________________________________________ ___ __ _ _ ______|^|_ | *** |___ ___ __ /|/~~~~~~~| | *** |____ __ _ __ / | {_) | | *** Aaron R. Revell (aka SomeGuy) |__ ___ _ __ ____/__|) /~~| |@@@@| ************************************|____ ___ _ / _____ ~~~~~~~~~|@@@@| ***********************************|___ __ _ __ | / \\ --| |_/~~~~~\_______________________/~~~~~\__|_____ __ _ _ |/ *** \\ |---~|/ *** \_____________________/ *** \_|___ _ __ _ _ ` ***** ~~~~===== ***** ***** *** *** *** ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- >Artist in Residence Story Editor: by David McLaughlan Joyce Schowalter Ayrshire, Scotland Once upon another life I worked on the building of an oil rig. Three steel tanks, each three hundred foot tall and fifty feet wide, would be joined by a latticework of pipes. The living accommodation platform would go on top and the tanks would eventually be sunk in the icy waters of the North Sea. For most of the year the sun rose and set while I was at work. We worked twelve-hour shifts in a bleak industrial landscape. The work was hard, the men were harder. Often coming home at the end of the day it was a struggle to find myself again, to remember I was a young husband and a new father. The job paid the bills, but it fairly scoured the soul. I was part of a team of four junior engineers. Mostly we were gophers and holders for the big boys. As part of our tool kits we had magnetic clamps (two square magnets on an aluminium strip handle, like big brackets) and paint pens (like giant tooth paste tubes full of paint, with a ball-point on the end so you could write technical data on the metal). When we weren't needed for anything, or when the weather was too foul, we retired to our "office". One of my workmates, Wullie, would come into the porta-cabin we inhabited on his tea break. He would open the door of his metal locker and pull a battered plastic chair behind it. Still in his waterproofs and wearing his safety helmet and boots Wullie would take out a piece of canvas. Using the magnetic clamps he would fix his canvas to inside of his locker door. Until they got used to him folk would give Wullie some strange looks and make less than charitable comments. Wullie's response was always a smile and a kind word. Using a piece of scrap iron as a palate Wullie would start mixing the paint from the different coloured paint pens. Then, for the ten minutes he had left, he would take paint brushes from his locker, and lose himself in his painting. While his workmates boasted about their sexual conquests or how much they'd drank at the weekend, Wullie created works of art. As we were on the Atlantic coast, with the Western Isles nearby, he painted seascapes. Why do I remember this? Because I envied Wullie and, in a way he got me through the whole experience. I never saw him again after the rig was built, but twenty-some years later I still think of him with admiration. He taught me there was beauty everywhere. There never was a bleaker place than that construction site, but Wullie managed to find beauty in it. He found it by making it. =======HeroicStories======= >-->From Kidwarmers: . // _.-"""""'//-'""""-._ .', , , , : : ` ` ` `. / , , \'-._ : :_.-'/ ` ` \ / , , :\(_)\ /(_)/ : ` ` \ | , , , \__//\\__/ . . ` ` | | . .:_ : : '--`: : . _: ; :| | : : \\_ _' : _: :__// , , | \ ` ` \ \/ \/\/ \_/ / , , / \ ` ` \_/\_/\_/\_/\/ , , / `._ ` . : : : , , _.' `-..............-' bni THE FUNNY THINGS KIDS SAY Nolan, almost 4, was at day care on Sept. 2 and they were creating the big calendar for the month. For the day that was his birthday they put a birthday cupcake on the calendar and told everyone it was going to be Nolan's birthday. Nolan said, "My birthday is in Nextember." -- Lisa Billingsley of Scaly Mountain, N.C. "Readers might enjoy a story about my first year of teaching which led to 33 more years in the classroom before I closed those doors," wrote Mrs. Parker. "My first class was a 3rd grade in Wichita, Kansas. Marlyn sat right in front of my teacher's desk. On the desk was a live green leafy plant. One day I came in to find that someone had torn a hole in one of the leaves. I proceeded to tell the class how disappointed I was that someone would tear a hole in a plant which was there for everyone's enjoyment. When I returned later in the day, Marlyn had put a piece of scotch tape over the hole. "Many years later, I was teaching first grade in Cheyenne, Wyoming. I had one little girl who nearly every day would throw her arms around my hips and say, "I don't know why I love you so much. I just do.' "Another year at that school I thought I would just die if I had to have a particular little boy in my class whom I knew from his bad behavior on the playground the two previous years. As luck would have it, he was on my class list. I thought I was going to be stuck with him the whole year. However, in the classroom he was a totally different child. He was my best helper and worked diligently in all subject areas. I guess he must have liked me, too, as whenever I was on the playground for my duty day, he would go around the playground chastising any of the boys who were being naughty. He would say, "You need to stop that. We should all be nice to Mrs. Parker.' It's surprising how much better the behavior on the playground improved that year as he was a very popular child. "From this experience, I learned not to judge children from how they behave on the playground, and he became my all time favorite student... Teaching is a wonderful profession, and I'm glad that I was able to spend 34 years having so much fun." __J"L__ ,-'`--...--'`-. / /\ ___ /\ \ J "" \_/ "" L | | J /\/VWV\/\ F \ (/\/\_/\/\) / "-._ _,-"Krogg Jean tells about her granddaughter Becka. Becka's Sunday School teacher asked the class, "Who can say John 3:16?" Becka, who takes things quite literally, spoke up and said, "I can. John 3:16." -- Jean Felfe of Spicewood, Texas Here are more stories from Jean. Her granddaughter, Kaylea Dawn, 5, was absorbed in coloring. Her mother told her to do something. Kaylea replied, "I can't. I'm busy." Another time, when her dad was driving the family car, Kaylea asked, "Daddy, why don't you let Mommy drive the car when you are in it?" He replied, "She doesn't drive like I want her to." Kaylea said, "Well, it's her car!" And here's a story from Jean from a long time ago. There used to be a commercial that asked, "Do blondes have more fun?" Jean's daughter, Jeanne Marie, 6, piped up and said back to the TV, "No, they don't. You can ask me!" /} _,---~-LJ,-~-._ ,-^ ' ' ' ^:, : . ' ' : : /| . /\ ' : : . //| // \ ' : : `~` /| `^~` ' ; : ' //| ' : : \-_ `~` , ' : ; . \.\_,--,_;^/ , : : ^-_!^!__/^ , : :, , . , : -ZEUS- ^--_____ . ;` `^''----` Martha's son's job requires him to travel every week. Kristen, 3, was watching her father pack and she asked where he was going. He told her Cedar Rapids and she said, "Daddy, I want to go see the rabbits, too!" -- Martha Winkler of Missouri Barbara's granddaughter, Brianna, 9, had a very busy summer. As soon as school was out she and her parents left for a vacation in Disney World. Then it was Bible camps, sports camps and a cheerleading camp. Brianna said, "Oh Gigi, I'm tired! I need a vacation before I go back to school since I was so busy all summer and didn't get a chance to rest." -- Barbara Roney (Gigi) of Portland, Oregon Brianna had her back-to-school haircut appointment scheduled. Her grandmother asked how much of her long hair she was going to have cut off. Brianna said, "Only the part that gets tangled all the time!" ___ .-. __/+++\__ ___\"/___ //@ @\\ /---\`/---\ \_u_/ _\.W^W------/ \-------./_ ==|_______. |: ._____|== / | |: | \ | |: | :-------: | | | | |.-.| .-"-. | |'-'| /(\ /)\ |___|___| \ '.' / /(|| ||)\ ''''''''`'''`''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''ldb Jakob Spence, 5, just started Kindergarten. To see what he was learning his grandmother asked him what two plus two equals. Jakob replied, "It's four, Grandma, and if you don't know that you need to go back to school!" -- Grandmother Gale Spence of Angola, Indiana When Lisa's nephew Tyler was about 2, Lisa cared for him one evening so his mom and dad could enjoy some time alone. Lisa decided to walk with Tyler around the block. He was little, with little legs, so she figured they'd just go around the block. As they came around the last corner, he started saying, "Auntie Weesa, isn't it really funny?" She asked, "What's funny, Tyler?" He replied, "Well, isn't it just so funny (he was obviously absolutely mystified) -- when we left, our house was back there (pointing behind them) and then we walk and walk, and now my house is up there!" And he pointed ahead to his home! -- Lisa Lowe of Arvada, Colorado Here's another one from my friend Lisa. When their daughter Andra was about 4 and her big sisters, ages 12 and 14, were cleaning the living room, Deva, 12, tried to give Andra some helpful guidance about her sweeping and vacuuming skills. Not being the kid who liked to take direction from big sisters, Andra whirled around in a huff, hands on hips and proclaimed, "I wasn't born yesterday you know!" vv vvv^^^^vvvvv vvvvvvvvv^^vvvvvv^^vvvvv vvvvvvvvvvv^^^^^^^^^^^^^vvvvv^^^vvvvv vvvvvvv^^^^^^^^^vvv^^^^^^^vvvvvvvvvvv^^^vvv vvvv^^^^^^vvvvv^^^^^^^vv^^^^^^^vvvv^^^vvvvvv vv^^^^^^^^vvv^^^^^vv^^^^vvvvvvvvvvvv^^^^^^vv^ vvv^^^^^vvvv^^^^^^vvvvv^^vvvvvvvvv^^^^^^vvvvv^ vvvvvvvvvv^^^v^^^vvvvvv^^vvvvvvvvvv^^^vvvvvvvvv ^vv^^^vvvvvvv^^vvvvv^^^^^^^^vvvvvvvvv^^^^^^vvvvvv ^vvvvvvvvv^^^^vvvvvv^^^^^^vvvvvvvv^^^vvvvvvvvvv^v ^^^^^^vvvv^^vvvvv^vvvv^^^v^^^^^^vvvvvv^^^^vvvvv vvvv^^vvv^^^vvvvvvvvvv^vvvvv^vvvvvv^^^vvvvvvv^^vvvvv^ vvv^vvvvv^^vvvvvvv^^vvvvvvv^^vvvvv^v##vvv^vvvv^^vvvvv^v ^vvvvvv^^vvvvvvvv^vv^vvv^^^^^^_____##^^^vvvvvvvv^^^^ ^^vvvvvvv^^vvvvvvvvvv^^^^/\@@@@@@\#vvvv^^^ ^^vvvvvv^^^^^^vvvvv/__\@@@@@@\^vvvv^v ;^^vvvvvvvvvvv/____\@@@@@@\vvvvvvv ; \_ ^\|[ -:] ||--| | _/^^ ; \ |[ :] ||_/| |/ ; \\ ||___:]______/ ; \ ;=; / ; | ;=;| ; () ;=;| (() || ;=;| / / \;=;\ unknown The Walmart greeter was trying to get credit applications to incoming guests. A father and son walked by and she called out to the father, "Would you like to apply for a Walmart credit card?" The little boy, about 4-years old, turned around and very calmly called back to her, "Yes, I would." -- Martha Cortez of La Feria, Texas Jacob, 3, was sitting in front of Chloe, 4 months, and talking to her. When Chloe put her fingers in her mouth Jacob told her, "Don't bite your finger, it will hurt." Then he put his finger in his mouth and bit it and said, "See it hurt!" -- Cathy Chastain-Gragg (childcare provider of Jacob and Chloe) of Dillard, Georgia __\\O< K __\\O- K __\\O< __\\O< K __\\O- K K _\\O< __\\O- K :::::::K::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||JML Dennis' father, known affectionately as "Mr. Dewey," died last year after a short illness at the age of 86. Recently Glenn, a child in the neighborhood who just turned 6, said he wanted to drive Mr. Dewey's golf cart. Glenn was told Mr. Dewey had died and was in heaven and no longer had a golf cart. Glenn thought for a moment, then stated very seriously, "Yes he do, Mrs. Betty. He's up there in heaven driving all over." -- Dennis Smith of Oak Ridge, North Carolina (friend and former neighbor of Betty Pergande of Antioch, Tennessee) Dennis was playing with his grandson Koen in the front yard, vanquishing imaginary lions and tigers, when Koen noticed the bird bath was dry as a chip. He turned to Dennis and asked, "PawPaw, why isn't there any bird water?" Koen's father is a regular blood donor. Over the years he has collected many T-shirts with the Red Cross logo and other graphics. Koen was looking at one of the shirts when he asked his dad, "Did you get this shirt when you 'don't needed blood?'" .-'"`/\ // /' /\`\ ('//.-'/`-.; \ \ / /-. __.__.___..__._.___.\\ \\----,_ .:{@&#,&#@&,@&#&&,#&@#&@&\\` \-. .-'-. .:{@#@,#@&#,@#&&#,@&#&@&,&@#&&\\, -._,"- \ .{#@#&@#@#&#&@&#@#@&#,@#@#&@&&#@#\ \// = \`=\__ `{#@,@#&@&,@&#@,#@&#@#&@#&@,&#@,#/\/ =`-. -_=__ `:{@#&@&#@&#@&#@,#&&#@&,@#/.' / / "/.-', / `:{@#&,#&@#,@&#&@&,@&#/.-// //-'-_= ",/ jgs `~`~~`~~~`~`~`~~`~( / , /__,___.-" \ \\/ `\\\' McKenzie, 2, said her teeth hurt. Her mother Kristin is never sure if McKenzie really is in pain because sometimes she says her stomach hurts and Kristen thinks McKenzie just wants medicine. So when McKenzie asked for medicine for her "hurting" tooth Kristen didn't give her any. McKenzie kept saying her teeth hurt so Kristin got the medicine bottle out... but she put pickle juice in the medicine cup and told McKenzie to smell the medicine first. After one sniff, McKenzie said, "I don't want that, I want the other medicine." Kristin said, "This is all we have. Do your teeth still hurt?" McKenzie said "no" and walked away. -- Donna Kensky (grandmother of McKenzie) of Fort Wayne, Indiana Trevor, 5, and Rosie, 4, went to Cedar Point with their grandparents. After standing in line for a long time, they made it to the front of the line to be told they needed an adult. Quickly, Trevor yelled, "Wait, wait, Poppy come here!" Poppy appeared at the front of the line and Trevor informed the ride operator, "See, we can go on now because we have a human..." -- Aunt Amy of Pennsylvania Adian's father made pancakes. Adian, 5, said, "Daddy, these pancakes are too hot." Of course, Daddy said to wait for a minute and they would be cool enough to eat and he continued cleaning up in the kitchen. When he returned to the dining table, Adian's pancakes (plate and all) were nowhere to be found and Adian was watching TV. As Daddy returned to the kitchen he stopped and howled with laughter... the plate of pancakes was neatly set on the floor, in front of a fan! -- Great Grandmother Darlene Clark of Lehigh Acres, Florida __ __ /_ _^^_ _\ _____|________|______ `=====.'""""""'.=====` / /a /a \ .-. | /\ | <" ) \ / / \ .`\, _'. \/\/\/ .'_ \ \_\ ./,' '-.\\'-------' \`------'/ '--""---'//.-' ###'.-'/________ \/""""\/ ________\'-.'### '/` \ : / `\` | | \ : | | \ \_____:_____ / [I=I=[_]I=I] / | \ / |_ \ / /\ \ / /##\ \ | ,/ ## \, | \ \ ## / / \ \ ## / / \ \##/ / jgs \ /\/\ / __,\_/X##X\_/.__ '.'/|\\XX//|\'.` '/'|.\##/,|`\' ## ## ## \ ## / / \ , \ \\##// , / /, /. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ This story was told at a Texas camp meeting by the Rev. Scott Graham: "I am very privileged to have my wife and daughter with me. My daughter helps keep me grounded -- sometimes she gets grounded! You know the Bible kinda cautions us about thinking of yourself more highly than you ought. That's what kids are for! When she was in Kindergarten, on Easter Sunday morning ... I came out of the pastor's office to head down to behind the platform to where all the platform participants were going to be gathering... My darling little girl was all frou-froued up for Easter. She had the curls and the frilly dress and the whole thing, you know? So I just stopped and made over her a little bit and she said to me (she had started Kindergarten and all, you know), she said, "Daddy, I can spell your first name!' I said, "Well, that's wonderful, Sweetheart, let me hear you do that!' She got it! S-C-O-T-T. I said, "Awww Sweetheart that's so good!' She said, "Well, it's on the screen up there.' I looked and it was just like that. And I said, "Ah, you cheated!' She said, "Awh, Daddy! I've seen your name LOTS of places!' I felt pretty good about that! I was thinkin' Youth Congress flyers, General Conference programs, Camp Meeting slots! And I asked, "Darlin', where have you seen Daddy's name?' She said, "TOILET PAPER HOLDERS!' There you have it! To everyone else I might have been this high flutin' youth official, but to her, I'm just paper products, that's all! So I am glad that she is here to help keep me straight this week!" -- Joan Henry of Sulphur Springs, Texas ========================================================== ___ .dSSSS$$pp.. .dSSSS$$$$$$$$; .dSSSS$$$$$$$$$$$ :SSP^" T$$$$$$$$$$b_ dSSP $$$S$$$$$$$b` dSS$;_. .:$$$SS$$$$$$b dSS$$$_ ; __."^TSS$$$$$b dSS$$P;" ""' :lSS$$$$$b :SS$$$ ; ::SS$$$$$$b_. SSS$$$ : ` ;:SS$$$$$$$bp. :SS$$$$b \ -=- .-" SSS$$$$$$$$$$b SSS$$$$$b.`. / d$SS$$$$$$$$$$$b :SS$$$$$$$; ""T :$$$SS$$$$$$$$P^^t--' SSS$$$S$$$ : $$$$$SS$$$$$$$ : :SS$$$SS$; __; _$$$$$$SS$$$$$$ : SSS$SS l;: ; : $$$$SS$$$$$; ; :SS$SS $;: ; : $$$SS$$$$$$; /; TSSSS :$ \ ; ; :$S$$$$$$$$.-"/ `SP; :; ;: ; T$$$$$$$$; /; : ; ; : `.; /)T$$$$$P .' : ; : : ; .'/ :$$$P'.' .'\ ; \ :; / /$P^".' .-" ; : ;: .' .-" / \ `.____/_'.___:--""\ --' .' ) .-" .' "-._ "-._ ..--"")\ :-' : "-. 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