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((Welcome everyone)) to our Sunday Inspirationals. Most of these were sent in by some of you TO the rest of you:) If you have something to add, or a request...send it along, we print them all, within reason...this *news-letter is for you! Thank you all...Patsy xoxoxo This is the place. We have a *interesting finds, *contests, beauty, crafts & recipes *news* Mon.- Sat. & have added this Inspirational one for Sundays only...For our NEW PEOPLE; you have arrived at Pakadevas from our *site, or others we advertise with, *news-, -search -engines etc. Enjoy your stay:) http://www.pakadevasfreebees.com Daily-news http://www.pakadevasfreebees.com/news.html *Leaving us *instructions are at the bottom of any ...news... Please go see your Prayer Requests for today: http://www.pakadevasfreebees.com/PrayerRequests.html ~To see Pakadevas Archives: http://www.archives.ezinester.com/97178 What?!! Not a member of PakadevasFreebees yet? Join Here:) http://www.ezinester.com/mpb/ml_fs.cgi?topic=97178 Beautiful notes from you:) Hi Patsy, As the good lord. Watches over all the world .I have been a paraplagic for 33 years I know what pain is I believe is God. And I have a very good christian family who helps me. Here is a verse out of the bible I say everyday John 3:16 and also Psalms 23 . Love to all who read this God Bless Corey Valvo * * Please ~Vote...we (you & me) can be #1:) http://www.top50.to/inclick.php?ID=20600 aol link (\o/) "An inexhaustible good nature is one of the most precious gifts of heaven, spreading itself like oil over the troubled sea of thought, and keeping the mind smooth and equable in the roughest weather." -Washington Irving, American Author (\o/) (\o/) It was the day after Christmas at a church in San Francisco. The pastor of the church was looking over the cr?che when he noticed that the Baby Jesus was missing from among the figures. He hurried outside and saw a little boy with a red wagon, and in the wagon was the figure of the little infant Jesus. So he walked up to the boy and said, "Well, where did you get your passenger, my fine friend?" The little boy replied, "I got Him at church." "And why did you take Him?" The boy explained, "Well, about a week before Christmas I prayed to the little Lord Jesus and I told Him if He would bring me a red wagon for Christmas I would give Him a ride around the block in it." Thank you Morag F:) (\o/) (\o/) Beware of Garbage Trucks by David J. Pollay How often do you let other people's nonsense change your mood? Do you let a bad driver, rude waiter, curt boss, or an insensitive employee ruin your day? Unless you're the Terminator, for an instant you're probably set back on your heels. However, the mark of a successful person is how quickly one can get back their focus on what's important. Sixteen years ago I learned this lesson. I learned it in the back of a New York City taxi cab. Here's what happened. I hopped in a taxi, and we took off for Grand Central Station. We were driving in the right lane when, all of a sudden, a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on his breaks, skidded, and missed the other car's back end by just inches! The driver of the other car, the guy who almost caused a big accident, whipped his head around and he started yelling bad words at us. My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean, he was friendly. So, I said, "Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!" And this is when my taxi driver told me what I now call, "The Law of the Garbage Truck." "Many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it. And if you let them, they'll dump it on you. When someone wants to dump on you, don't take it personally. You just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. You'll be happy you did." So this was it: The "Law of the Garbage Truck." I started thinking, how often do I let Garbage Trucks run right over me? And how often do I take their garbage and spread it to other people: at work, at home, on the streets? It was that day I said, "I'm not going to do it anymore." I began to see garbage trucks. Like in the movie "The Sixth Sense," the little boy said, "I see Dead People." Well, now "I see Garbage Trucks." I see the load they're carrying. I see them coming to drop it off. And like my Taxi Driver, I don't make it a personal thing; I just smile, wave, wish them well, and I move on. One of my favorite football players of all time, Walter Payton, did this every day on the football field. He would jump up as quickly as he hit the ground after being tackled. He never dwelled on a hit. Payton was ready to make the next play his best. Good leaders know they have to be ready for their next meeting. Good parents know that they have to welcome their children home from school with hugs and kisses. Leaders and parents know that they have to be fully present, and at their best for the people they care about. The bottom line is that successful people do not let Garbage Trucks take over their day. What about you? What would happen in your life, starting today, if you let more garbage trucks pass you by? Here's my bet. You'll be happier. Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so.. Love the people who treat you right. Forget about the ones who don't. Believe that everything happens for a reason. If you get a chance, TAKE IT! If it changes your life, LET IT! Nobody said it would be easy... Thank you Cindy D:) (\o/) (\o/) Little boy & Baby Jesus God Bless and Merry Christmas It was the day after Christmas at a church in San Francisco. The pastor of the church was looking over the decorations when he noticed that the baby Jesus was missing from among the figures. He hurried outside and looking about saw a little boy with a red wagon, and in the wagon was the figure of the little infant Jesus. So he took a deep calming breath and walked up to the small boy and said, "Well, where did you get your passenger, my fine friend?" The little boy replied, "I got Him at church." "And why did you take Him from the church?" The little boy explained, "Well, about a week before Christmas I prayed to the little Lord Jesus, and I told Him if He would bring me a red wagon for Christmas I would give Him a ride around the block in it!!" Gotta love that kind of faith! ;-) MERRY CHRISTMAS!! Thank you Renie:) (\o/) (\o/) Memories of Christmas past http://asandboxgreeting.com/confectionslvdpm.html Thank you DoniBee:) (\o/) (\o/) Pa never had much compassion for the lazy or those who squandered their means and then never had enough for the necessities. But for those who were genuinely in need, his heart was as big as all outdoors. It was from him that I learned the greatest joy in life comes from giving, not receiving. It was Christmas Eve 1881. I was fifteen years old and feeling like the world had caved in because there just hadn't been enough money to buy me the rifle I'd wanted so badly. We did the chores early that night for some reason. I just figured Pa wanted a little extra time so we could read from the Bible. After supper I took off my boots, stretched out in front of the fireplace and waited for him to get down the old Bible. I was still feeling sorry for myself and, to be honest, I wasn't in much of a mood to read Scriptures. But Pa didn't get the Bible; instead he bundled up and went outside. I couldn't figure it out because we had already done all the chores. I didn't worry long though, as I was too busy wallowing in self-pity. Soon he came back in. It was a cold clear night out and there was ice in his beard. "Come on, Matt," he said. "Bundle up good, it's cold out tonight." I was really upset then. Not only wasn't I getting the rifle for Christmas; now Pa was dragging me out in the cold, and for no earthly reason. We'd already done all the chores, and I couldn't think of anything else that needed doing, especially not on a night like this. But I knew Pa was not very patient about dragging one's feet when he'd told them to do something, so I put my boots back on and pulled on cap, coat, and mitts. Ma gave me a mysterious smile as I opened the door to leave the house. Something was up for certain! Outside, I became even more dismayed. There in front of the house was the work team, already hitched to the big sled. Whatever it was we were going to do wasn't going to be a quick little job. We never hitched up the big sled unless we were going to haul a big load. Pa was already up on the seat, reins in hand. I reluctantly climbed up beside him. The cold was already biting at me and I wasn't very happy. When I was on, Pa pulled the sled around the house and stopped in front of the woodshed. He got off and I followed. "I think we'll put on the high sideboards," he said. "Here, help me." The high sideboards! I thought it was a bigger job than I wanted to do with just the low sideboards on, but whatever it was would be a lot bigger with the high sideboards on. When we had changed them, Pa disappeared into the woodshed and came out with an armload --- wood I'd spent all summer hauling from the mountain, and all of autumn sawing into blocks and splitting. What was he doing? Finally I asked "Pa, "what are you doing?" "You been by the widow Jensen's lately?" he asked. Widow Jensen lived about two miles down the road. Her husband had left her with three children, the oldest being eight. Sure, I'd been by, but so what? Yeah," I said, "why?" "I rode by today," Pa said. "Little Jakey was out digging around in the woodpile trying to find a few chips. They're out of wood, Matt." That was all he said ... then he turned and I followed him back into the shed for another armload. We loaded the sled so high that I began to wonder if the horses would be able to pull it. Finally, Pa called a halt to the loading, and we went to the smoke house and took down a big ham and a side of bacon put them in the sled. I waited. When he returned he was carrying a bag of flour over his shoulder and a smaller bag in his left hand. "What's in the little one?" I asked. "Shoes. They're out of shoes. Little Jakey had gunny sacks wrapped around his feet when he was out in the woodpile this morning. I got the children a little candy too. It just wouldn't be Christmas without a little candy." We rode the two miles to widow Jensen's pretty much in silence. I tried to think about what Pa was doing. We didn't have much by worldly standards. Of course, we did have a big woodpile, though most of what was left now was still in the form of logs that I would have to saw into blocks and split before we could use them. We also had meat and flour, so we could spare that, but I knew we didn't have any money, so why was Pa buying them shoes and candy? Really, why was he doing any of this? Widow Jensen had neighbors who lived closer than us. It shouldn't have been our concern. We drove in from the blind side of the house and unloaded the wood as quietly as possible, then carried the meat, flour and shoes to the door and knocked. Opening a crack we heard a soft voice say, "Who is it?" "Lucas Miles, Ma'am, and my son, Matt. Could we come in for a bit?" Widow Jensen opened the door . She had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The children were wrapped in another and were sitting in front of a pitifully small fire that hardly gave off any heat. She fumbled with a match and lit a lamp. "We brought you a few things, Ma'am," Pa said and set down the sack of flour. I put the meat on the table. Then Pa handed her the bag that had the shoes in it. She opened it and slowly took out the shoes one pair at a time. There were shoes for her and one pair for each of the children---sturdy shoes, the best; shoes that would last. I watched her closely. She bit her lip to keep it from trembling and tears filled her eyes. She looked at Pa like she wanted to say something, but words wouldn't come. "We brought a load of wood too, Ma'am," Pa said, then turned to me and said, "Matt, go bring enough in to last for awhile. Let's get that fire going and heat this place up." I wasn't the same person when I went back out to bring in the wood because I had a big lump in my throat and, though I hate to admit it, tears in my eyes too. I kept seeing those little kids huddled around the fireplace and their mother with tears running down her cheeks and so much gratitude in her heart that she couldn't speak. My heart swelled and a feeling of joy that I'd never known before, filled my soul. I had given at Christmas many times, but never when it had made so much difference. I understood that we were literally saving the lives of these people. Soon the fire was merrily blazing and everyone's spirits soared. The kids giggled when Pa gave them each a piece of candy and widow Jensen looked on with the kind of brilliant smile that probably hadn't lit her face for a long time. "God bless you," she said. "I know the Lord sent you. The children and I have been praying that his angels would spare us." In spite of myself, I felt tears again. I'd never thought of Pa as an angel before, but after widow Jensen mentioned it I could see that it was probably true. I was sure that a better man than Pa had never walked the earth, except the Savior himself, and I began to recall all the times he had gone out of his way for Ma and me, and many others. He insisted that everyone try on the shoes before we left. What amazed me is that they all fit and I wondered how he had known what sizes to get. Then I realized that if he was serving the Lord, He would make sure he got the right sizes. Pa took each of the kids in his big arms and gave them a hug. I could see that they missed their pa, and I was glad that I still had mine. At the door he said, "The Mrs. wanted me to invite you and the children for Christmas dinner tomorrow. The turkey will be more than the three of us can eat, and a man can get cantankerous if he has to eat it for too many meals. We'll be by to get you about eleven. It'll be nice to have some little ones around again. Matt here, hasn't been little for quite a spell." I was the youngest. My two older brothers and two older sisters had married and moved away. She nodded and said, "Thank you, brother Miles. I don't have to say, May the Lord bless you, for I know that He will." On the sled again, I felt a warmth so deep that I didn't feel the cold. When we had gone a ways, Pa said, "Matt, I want you to know something. Your ma and me have been tucking a little money away here and there all year so we could buy that rifle for you, but we didn't have quite enough. Then yesterday a man who owed me a little from years ago came by to make things square. We were real excited to think that now we could get it for you, and I came to town this morning to do just that. But on the way I saw little Jakey out scratching in the woodpile with his feet wrapped in those gunny sacks, and I knew what I had to do. So, Son, I spent the money for shoes and a little candy for those children. I hope you understand." I understood, and I felt humbled and so glad Pa had done it. Just then the rifle didn't seem so important because he had given me a lot more. I saw the look on sister Jensen's face and the radiant smiles of her children. For the rest of my life, whenever I saw the Jensens, or split wood, I remembered, and it brought back that same joy I felt riding home beside Pa that night. He had given me much more than a rifle that night, he had given me the best Christmas of my life. Thank you Karen F:) (\o/) (\o/) To all of you from me:) Let's remember to leave Christ in Christmas & say Merry Christmas to all! Love Patsy Take care of yourselves and your loved ones! 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