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Sunday 11/28/04 This is the place! We have a *free*bies, interesting finds, *contests, beauty, crafts & recipes *news-letter* Mon.- Sat. & have added this Inspirational one for Sundays only... For our NEW PEOPLE; you have arrived at Pakadevas-Free*bees from our *site, or other *sites, *news-letters, -search -engines etc. Enjoy your stay! http://www.pakadevasfreebees.com aol link Daily-news http://www.pakadevasfreebees.com/news.html *Welcome everyone* to our 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... *Removal *instructions are at the bottom of any ...news... Please go see your Prayer Requests for today: http://www.pakadevasfreebees.com/PrayerRequests.html aol link ~To see PakadevasFreebees Archives: New archives http://archives.zinester.com/27358 Old Archives aol link ~Thank you for these beautiful notes:) * * Dear Patsy & Kay, I really enjoy your web page. As I was reading it tonight, I read the statement in regards to "Jesus tell the Pharisees (give to Caesar what is Caesar, but give to God what is God's") It shows Unknown under this. It is found in the New Testament in the Bible in the book of Matthew, Chapter 22, in verse 21. I just thought that when the Bible is quoted, it should show the place where it is found. Maybe this will help someone to look it up and read even more of God's Holy Word. Love in Christ, Pat in GA * * Sometimes I read it and wonder why I bother. Then other times I read and wonder what my problem is. Thank you for simple insights and putting things in prospective. Steven W. * * PLease consider adopting one of our needy families this Christmas. See them here. 78 families without a Christmas or any means to have one. Also, donations can be made for Food Baskets, if adopting a family is too hard right now. Every little bit helps. God bless you, for without charity we are nothing. 1st. Cor:13 Patsy & Kay:) mailto:rpkdv@yahoo.com?subject=needy http://www.pakadevasfreebees.com/misc_html.html needy ~To see PakadevasFreebees Archives: http://www.archives.ezinester.com/97178 aol link Please ~Vote...we (you & me) can be #1:) http://www.top50.to/inclick.php?ID=20600 aol link (\o/) 5 Minutes of Thanks... http://www.blesstheday.com/funpages/view.cfm/6548 http://www.blesstheday.com/funpages/view.cfm/6548 "thanksThank you Paula T:) (\o/) (\o/) Six -year-old Brandon decided one Saturday morning to fix his parents pancakes. He found a big bowl and spoon, pulled a chair to the counter, opened the cupboard and pulled out the heavy flour canister, spilling it on the floor. He scooped some of the flour into the bowl with his hands, mixed in most of a cup of milk and added some sugar, leaving a floury trail on the floor which by now had a few tracks left by his kitten. Brandon was covered with flour and gett ing frustrated. He wanted this to be something very good for Mom and Dad, but it was getting very bad. He didn't know what to do ! next, whether to put it all into the oven or on the stove and he didn't know how the stove worked!. Suddenly he saw his kitten licking from the bowl of mix and reached to push her away, knocking the egg carton to the floor. Frantically he tried to clean up this monumental mess but slipped on the eggs, getting his pajamas white and sticky. And just then he saw Dad standing at the door. Big crocodile tears welled up in Brandon's eyes. All he'd wanted to do was something good, but he'd made a terrible mess. He was sure a scolding was coming, maybe even a spanking. But his father just watched him. Then, walking through the mess, he picked up his crying son, hugged him and loved him, getti ng his own pajamas white and sticky in the process! That's how God deals with us. We try to do something good in life, but it turns into a mess. Our marriage gets all sticky or we insult a friend, or we can't stand our job, or our health goes sour. Sometimes we just stand there in tears because we can't think of anything else to do. That's when God picks us up and loves us and forgives us, even though some of our mess gets all over Him. But just because we might mess up, we can't stop trying to "make pancakes" for God or for others. Sooner or later we'll get it right, and then they'll be glad we tried... Please pass some of this love on to others....suppose one morning you were called to God; do all your friends know you love them? I was thinking. and I wondered if I had any wounds needing to be healed, friendships that need rekindling or three words needing to be said, sometimes, "I love you" can heal & bless! Remind every one of your friends that you love them. Even if you think they don't love back, you would be amazed at what those three little words, a smile, and a reminder like this can do. Thank you Vicki M:) (\o/) (\o/) Inspiring Thoughts http://www.joygreetings.com/inspiringthoughts.shtml <a href=" http://www.joygreetings.com/inspiringthoughts.shtml ">inspiring (\o/) (\o/) Carl's Garden Carl was a quiet man. He didn't talk much. He would always greet you with a big smile and a firm handshake. Even after living in our neighborhood for over 50 years, no one could really say they knew him very well. Before his retirement, he took the bus to work each morning. The lone sight of him walking down the street often worried us. He had a slight limp from a bullet wound received in W.W.II. Watching him, we worried that although he had survived W.W.II, he may not make it through our changing uptown neighborhood with its ever-increasing random violence, gangs, and drug activity. When he saw the flyer at our local church asking for volunteers for caring for the gardens behind the minister's residence, he responded in his characteristically unassuming manner. Without fanfare, he just signed up. He was well into his 87th year when the very thing we had always feared finally happened. He was just finishing his watering for the day when three gang members approached him. Ignoring their attempt to intimidate him, he simply asked, "Would you like a drink from the hose?" The tallest and toughest-looking of the three said, "Yeah, sure," with a malevolent little smile. As Carl offered the hose to him, the other two grabbed Carl's arm, throwing him down. As the hose snaked crazily over the ground, dousing everything in its way, Carl's assailants stole his retirement watch and his wallet, and then fled. Carl tried to get himself up, but he had been thrown down on his bad leg. He lay there trying to gather himself as the minister came running to help him. Although the minister had witnessed the attack from his window, he couldn't get there fast enough to stop it. "Carl, are you okay? Are you hurt?" The minister kept asking as he helped Carl to his feet. Carl just passed a hand over his brow and sighed, shaking his head. "Just some punk kids. I hope they'll wise-up someday." His wet clothes clung to his slight frame as he bent to pick up the hose. He adjusted the nozzle again and started to water. Confused and a little concerned, the minister asked, "Carl, what are you doing?" "I've got to finish my watering. It's been very dry lately," came the calm reply. Satisfying himself that Carl really was all right, the minister could only marvel. Carl was a man from a different time and place. A few weeks later the three returned. Just as before their threat was unchallenged. Carl again offered them a drink from his hose. This time they didn't rob him. They wrenched the hose from his hand and drenched him head to foot in the icy water. When they had finished their humiliation of him, they sauntered off down the street, throwing catcalls and curses, falling over one another laughing at the hilarity of what they had just done. Carl just watched them. Then he turned toward the warmth giving sun, picked up his hose, and went on with his watering. The summer was quickly fading into fall. Carl was doing some tilling when he was startled by the sudden approach of someone behind him. He stumbled and fell into some evergreen branches. As he struggled to regain his footing, he turned to see the tall leader of his summer tormentors reaching down for him. He braced himself for the expected attack. "Don't worry old man, I'm not gonna hurt you this time." The young man spoke softly, still offering the tattooed and scarred hand to Carl. As he helped Carl get up, the man pulled a crumpled bag from his pocket and handed it to Carl. "What's this?" Carl asked. "It's your stuff," the man explained. "It's your stuff back. Even the money in your wallet." "I don't understand," Carl said. "Why would you help me now?" The man shifted his feet, seeming embarrassed and ill at ease. "I learned something from you," he said. "I ran with that gang and hurt people like you. We picked you because you were old and we knew we could do it. But every time we came and did something to you, instead of yelling and fighting back, you tried to give us a drink. You didn't hate us for hating you. You kept showing love against our hate." He stopped for a moment. "I couldn't sleep after we stole your stuff, so here it is back." He paused for another awkward moment, not knowing what more there was to say. "That bag's my way of saying thanks for straightening me out, I guess." And with that, he walked off down the street. Carl looked down at the sack in his hands and gingerly opened it. He took out his retirement watch and put it back on his wrist. Opening his wallet, he checked for his wedding photo. He gazed for a moment at the young bride that still smiled back at him from all those years ago. He died one cold day after Christmas that winter. Many people attended his funeral in spite of the weather. In particular the minister noticed a tall young man that he didn't know sitting quietly in a distant corner of the church. The minister spoke of Carl's garden as a lesson in life. In a voice made thick with unshed tears, he said, "Do your best and make your garden as beautiful as you can. We will never forget Carl and his garden." The following spring another flyer went up. It read: "Person needed to care for Carl's garden." The flyer went unnoticed by the busy parishioners until one day when a knock was heard at the minister's office door. Opening the door, the minister saw a pair of scarred and tattooed hands holding the flyer. "I believe this is my job, if you'll have me," the young man said. The minister recognized him as the same young man who had returned the stolen watch and wallet to Carl. He knew that Carl's kindness had turned this man's life around. As the minister handed him the keys to the garden shed, he said, "Yes, go take care of Carl's garden and honor him." The man went to work and, over the next several years, he tended the flowers and vegetables just as Carl had done. In that time, he went to college, got married, and became a prominent member of the community. But he never forgot his promise to Carl's memory and kept the garden as beautiful as he thought Carl would have kept it. One day he approached the new minister and told him that he couldn't care for the garden any longer He explained with a shy and happy smile, "My Wife just had a baby boy last night, and she's bringing him home on Saturday." "Well, congratulations!" said the minister, as he was handed the garden shed keys. "That's wonderful! What's the baby's name?" "Carl," he replied. That's the whole gospel message simply stated. GOOD FRIENDS ARE LIKE ANGELS, YOU DON'T HAVE TO SEE THEM TO KNOW THEY ARE THERE....... Thank you Elaine C:) (\o/) (\o/) *Cherokee Blessing* http://wtv-zone.com/limeylady/wolf/cherokee.html cherokee (\o/) (\o/) Mizpah...for Rob "The LORD watch between me and thee, when we are absent one from another." Genesis 31:49 (\o/) (\o/) HIS Eye Is On The Sparrow http://wtv-zone.com/limeylady/pat/sparrow.html sparrow (\o/) (\o/) * WHY ANGELS CRY * When angels cry There is no pain Just a never-ending constant rain Suffering, there is no more Just glory and safety to all. When angels cry The whole world knows; They gather up the tears like delicate petals from a rose The scent from each one destroys all fears. When angels cry People try to understand How someone too young could be placed under the great Creator's hand The answer to this question may never be known When angels cry crystal tears We glance up and have no fears For that person who was too young to die Is now also an angel and crying their tears of memory Up in the sky ~~author~Withcher~ (\o/) (\o/) * OH~GREAT SPIRIT * http://www.wtv-zone.com/limeylady/limey/spirit.html spirit (\o/) (\o/) To all of you from me:) I saw your voice... http://www.wtv-zone.com/promises/wolf/voice.html http://www.wtv-zone.com/promises/wolf/voice.html "friendWe love you all:) Patsy & Kay Remembering Rob 1-10 http://www.pakadevasfreebees.com/RememberingRob.html <a href=" http://www.pakadevasfreebees.com/RememberingRob.html ">aol link RememberingRob10 (still in progress) http://www.pakadevasfreebees.com/RememberingRob10.html aol link (\o/) Please take a moment & vote for Pakadevas:) http://www.top50.to/inclick.php?ID=20600 aol link Have a blessed day! 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