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Sunday 03/06/05
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Dear Patsy,
Just wanted to let you know how much you are missed. Would like you to
know that Kyle is doing a great job for you. He has done you proud. I do hope that you are getting the much needed rest you deserve. I just love your site and I pass it on to all my friends. I bring many of your's and your readers poems to church to read to my Sunday School Class. The ladies love hearing them. Please let Kyle know that we think he is doing a great job.
Your sister in Christ, Mary
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Loving Donna
By Ron C. Eggertsen
It has been said that love is not something you find; it's something you do. Loving Donna is the easiest thing I've ever done in my life.
We've been married to each other for twenty-one years, and we're still newlyweds, if you consider that marriage is supposed to be forever.
A year ago, when the phone rang and I answered it, the voice said, "This is Doctor Freeman. Your wife has breast cancer." He spoke matter-of-factly, not mincing any words, although I could tell from his tone that he was not in a matter-of-fact frame of mind. He is a warm, caring and kindly physician, and this was not an easy phone call to make. He talked to Donna for a few minutes, and when she hung up the phone, the color drained from her face, and we held each other and cried for about five minutes.
She sighed and said, "That's enough of that."
I looked at her. "Okay," I said. "We have cancer. We'll handle it."
In the twelve months since then, Donna has had chemotherapy, a mastectomy, a bone-marrow transplant and radiation. She lost her hair, she lost a breast, she lost her privacy, and she lost the comfort associated with the assumption that tomorrow always comes. Suddenly, all her tomorrows were put on hold, and doled out, piecemeal, until the supply could be reestablished.
But she never lost her dignity or her faith. She never gave up, and she never gave in.
We put a small sign on the wall beside her bed. It said: "Sometimes the Lord calms the storm. Sometimes he lets the storm rage and calms his child." The words of the small sign became our anthem.
The day she returned home after her mastectomy, she looked at herself in the mirror, carefully. Then she shrugged, said, "So that's what I look like," put on her pajamas and got into bed. She looked at herself and saw hope; I saw courage.
She was in the hospital for Easter, Mother's Day and a high school graduation. She missed a lot of other people's lives during an interminable list of medical procedures.
But she gained a lot, too.
She attended the wedding of one of our sons in a motorized wheelchair, wearing a wig and a padded bra, and, next to the bride, she was undoubtedly the most radiant woman there.
And she found out how much her extended family and her neighbors loved her, and how much she meant in the lives of all of us. We received notes and letters and phone calls and mysterious packages of homemade bread and cookies left on our doorstep. Donna said she didn't realize how many people cared about her.
One night, at the lowest point of her physical ordeal, I was in my usual chair in the quiet of her hospital room. She had finished four days of around-the-clock high-dose chemotherapy. Her immune system had been destroyed. Her head was shiny-bald, her eyes glassy, her body thirty pounds lighter and wracked with waves of nausea. She woke up, and I reached over to touch her hand. I held it, gently, because her skin and veins and every part of her body were as fragile as the petals of a gardenia. If the bone marrow transplant didn't engraft, this was the beginning of the end. If the transplant worked, this was the bottom, and she could start climbing the steep road to recovery.
"Hi," I said. "I love you."
She laughed. "Yeah, sure you do. I'll bet you say that to all your girlfriends."
"Of course I do. Because you're all my girlfriends."
She smiled, the sedatives took over again, and she went back to sleep. Mercifully, she spent most of that week in a drug-induced mental twilight.
Ten days later, her bone marrow had engrafted, and her body was beginning to restore itself. A wonderful volunteer named Nancy came by Donna's room to teach her how to watercolor as part of her recovery therapy. I was in the room, and the lady handed me a brush and paper and paints with the simple command, "Paint something."
I have a great eye for beauty. I know it when I see it. But since elementary school, when I was young and innocent enough to believe that everything I painted was a work of art, I have learned that my hand-eye coordination is limited to the use of a computer keyboard and the TV remote control. I don't draw, and I don't paint.
So I dabbed some colors on the page, and I painted a bouquet of flowers that I pretended was something in the style that Picasso might have done and called "cubist" or Grandma Moses might have done and called "primitive." I was encouraged when Donna and Nancy both recognized them as daffodils, and that they could see seven of them, which is what I had intended.
I had remembered some lyrics from an old ballad that I'd heard more than forty years ago, so I wrote them on the bottom of the picture. I said:
I haven't any mansion;
I haven't any land.
Not one paper dollar to crinkle in my hand.
But I can show you mornings on a thousand hills,
And kiss you, and give you
Seven daffodils.
She put my picture on the wall in her room, and it was like seeing my childhood dreams stuck to the refrigerator door once again. Only this time, it was about life and death and love and hope.
She's home now, and life goes on for us. Every day we laugh a little and sometimes we cry a little. And we love a lot.
I love her for all the best reasons that a man loves a woman. In the end, I love her because she makes more of my world and my life than I can make of them by myself.
She loves me for all the simple reasons that a woman loves a man. For quiet nights and sunny days. For shared laughter and common tears. For twenty-one years of dishes and diapers and going to work and coming home and seeing her own future when she looks into my eyes.
And for a picture of seven daffodils.
Thank you Renie:)
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There are Angels
http://www.nethugs.com/thereareangels.shtml
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1. Give God what's right -- not what's left.
2. Man's way leads to a hopeless end -- God's way leads to an endless hope.
3. A lot of kneeling will keep you in good standing.
4. He who kneels before God can stand before anyone.
5. In the sentence of life, the devil may be a comma--but never let him be the period.
6. Don't put a question mark where God puts a period.
7. Are you wrinkled with burden? Come to the church for a face-lift.
8. When praying, don't give God instructions - just report for duty.
9. Don't wait for six strong men to take you to church.
10. We don't change God's message -- His message changes us.
11. The church is prayer-conditioned.
12. When God ordains, He sustains.
13. WARNING: Exposure to the Son may prevent burning.
14. Plan ahead -- It wasn't raining when Noah built the ark.
15. Most people want to serve God, but only in an advisory position.
16. Suffering from truth decay? Brush up on your Bible.
17. Exercise daily -- walk with the Lord.
18. Never give the devil a ride -- he will always want to drive.
19. Nothing else ruins the truth like stretching it.
20. Compassion is difficult to give away because it keeps coming back.
21. He who angers you controls you.
22. Worry is the darkroom in which negatives can develop.
23. Give Satan an inch & he'll be a ruler.
24. Be ye fishers of men -- you catch them & He'll clean them.
25. God doesn't call the qualified, He qualifies the called.
26. Read the Bible -- It will scare the h*ll out of you.
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"Experience is the hardest teacher; it gives the 'test' first then presents the lesson."
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Dads, Kids, and Mistakes
By Mark Brandenburg
We're sitting at the breakfast table, and we're in a hurry. The kids were slow to get dressed for school this morning, and we needed to get out the door soon. "Clank!" My five-year-old son spills his glass of milk all over the table and the floor. He and my daughter become statues as they gaze at the mess. I feel my mind begin to race and an urge to raise my voice.
And then, I remember to take a breath. "What do you need to do, buddy?" My son jumps out of his seat and gets a towel to wipe up the mess. I'm able to avoid critical comments, and he's able to feel better after cleaning up. Yet I know it was a close call. It was another incident that might easily have gone a different direction, a direction that could cost my son dearly in terms of esteem and confidence.
One of the most difficult parts of being a father is learning to accept your children's mistakes. It's easy to be loving, supportive, and helpful when your kids are mistake-free, but most fathers who pay attention don't find too many mistake-free periods of their kids lives.
Let's be clear about this. Kids don't enjoy making mistakes. They usually try to do their best; but they're doing their best considering the resources they have at the time. Sometimes they're tired, sometimes they're easily distracted, and sometimes they're strong-willed, but they generally do the best they can.
Making mistakes is simply one of the ways that kids learn about the world!
When our kids make mistakes, we have choices to make. Fathers can either make choices that help create kids who are defensive and who lie to them, or they can make choices that help create kids who learn from their mistakes and improve on them.
Kids who fear punishment or the loss of love in response to their mistakes learn to hide their mistakes. These children live in two different places--one where they have the love and support of their father (parents), and one where they feel that if their mistakes were discovered, they'd be undeserving of that love. It's hard for these kids to fully accept their parents' love and support even when it's expressed. It's also difficult for these kids to set high standards for themselves, because they tend to be fearful of failing.
In short, these kids have learned the painful feelings of shame. They weren't born with these feelings - they learn them.
Here are some ideas for fathers who are committed to helping create kids who can learn from their mistakes, and who aren't afraid of making a few:
* Absolutely accept the notion that your kids are doing their best, and that they'll learn faster from their mistakes if they're in an environment that accepts mistakes.
* Understand that your difficulty with your kids' mistakes is in fact a reflection of your own esteem; be aware of this and deal with your own issues first.
* Know the shaming messages that you give to your kids--messages that do a lot of damage. Here's a few of them:
- How could you have done that?
- You don't listen to me!
- You can do better than that!
- What's the matter with you?
* Keep providing your kids with learning experiences, but at the same time structure their environment so they can't make too many mistakes (don't have expensive glassware around the house where children play).
* Provide a great model for your children by the way you react to making mistakes: do you get defensive and stretch the truth, or do you own the mistake and learn something from it? Create a culture that's based on learning from mistakes.
Shame and judgment don't need to be family values in your home. Before you shame your kids, reflect back on your own mistakes.
Unless, of course, you haven't made any.
Thank you Kay:)
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"You will seek Me and find Me when you seek Me with all your heart."
Jeremiah 29:13
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Here are:
Some signs and symptoms of inner peace:
1. Tendency to think and act spontaneously, rather than
from fears based on past experiences.
2. An unmistakable ability to enjoy each moment.
3. Loss of interest in judging other people.
4. Loss of interest in judging self.
5. Loss of interest in interpreting actions of others.
6. Loss of interest in conflict.
7. Loss of ability to worry. (This is a very serious symptom!)
8. Frequent, overwhelming episodes of appreciation.
9. Contented feelings of connectedness with others & nature.
10. Frequent attacks of smiling through the eyes of the heart.
11. Increasing tendency to let things happen rather than make
them happen.
12. Increased susceptibility to love extended by others,
as well as the uncontrollable urge to extend love.
WARNING: If you have all or even most of the these symptoms,
please be advised that your condition of PEACE may be so
far advanced as to not be curable!
If you are exposed to anyone exhibiting several of these
symptoms, remain exposed only at your own risk!
This condition of PEACE is probably in its infectious stage.
BEWARE!
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To all of you from me:)
Colours of love:
PINK is for the kindness you thoughtfully impart, sharing tender care from the goodness of your heart.
YELLOW is the sun shine you spread throughout the day, bringing joy to life in your pleasant, cheerful way.
PURPLE is for loyalty, for always standing by and being the kind of person on whom others can rely.
GREEN for understanding, knowing what to say to gently give advice or chase concerns away.
ORANGE is for the thoughtfulness you lovingly extend, always with a
friendly word or helping hand to lend. These sweet, endearing qualities are just a sampling of the blessings of your heart... and the colors of your love.
Let's all pick a colour & live it for each day...
Imagine all the good, we can do along the way:)
Love to all:) Patsy & Kay
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