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Sunday 03/27/05 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:) * * Thank you all For your prayers and words of encouragement! They really mean a lot to me, knowing that in this crazy busy world there are people who care. We are all united by Him. May the Lord bless and keep you Jim Seaman * * My family's prayers are with Jared. Have an Happy Easter! Christine * * i will pray for jared rev.john c. stimmel * * dearer than my self ...patsy...a very happy easter and love from preeti and raj...may u be happy with lots of love ur way...and happy mailing...love..prema * * What?!! Not a member of PakadevasFreebees yet? Join Here:) http://www.ezinester.com/mpb/ml_fs.cgi?topic=97178 Please ~Vote...we (you & me) can be #1:) http://www.top50.to/inclick.php?ID=20600 aol link (\o/) Sacrifice http://www.angelrays.com/Cards/moon/jc/easter.html Thank you Jon:) (\o/) (\o/) Thank You, Dear Lord, for the gifts that You give and greatest of all the gift I may live. Thank You for forgiving a wretch such as me, for cleansing my soul and for setting me free, for sending me smiles when this dark world attacks, for lighting my path and for watching my back. Thank you Annie:) (\o/) (\o/) Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view and demand that they respect yours. ~Chief Tecumseh~ (\o/) (\o/) Excerpt from study on Forgiveness Following are some exciting (to me anyway) excerpts from a bible study I am doing: The Greek Word most often used in the New Testament for forgive is aphiemi. It means "to let go from one's power, possession, to let go free, let escape." In essence, the intent of biblical forgiveness is to cut someone loose. The word picture drawn by the Greek terms for unforgiveness in one in which the "unforgiven" is roped to the back of the unforgiving. How ironic. Unforgiveness is the means by which we securely bind ourselves to that which we hate most. Therefore, the Greek meaning of forgiveness might best be demonstrated as the practice of cutting loosed the person roped to your back. We are to forgive every offense no matter how painful. Why? Frankly, it's difficult to live an effective Christian life with a body roped to your back. Can you imagine how many of us are walking around roped to a corpse? Some of us are harboring unforgiveness against someone who has long been in the grave. Is there anything heavier than "dead weight"? Well, as a matter of fact, there is: a group roped to your back. Unforgiveness is extremely habit-forming. Unchecked, it spreads from one person to another. Before you know it, you have a school-bus load of people roped to your back! You cannot be free when you are encumbered by the load of unforgiveness. We must forgive for our own sakes. The truth is this: the one who will not forgive always suffers more than the one not forgiven. Example: After suffering a serious degree of childhood trauma, the speaker says she was absolutely certain that her forgiveness would "make it all right," and it wasn't all right. She feared that if she forgave, he would be off the hook. She had suffered painful repercussions. She didn't realize that her failure to forgive was causing her more pain than the original offense. Until she realized FORGIVING DOESN'T MAKE THE OFFENSE ALL RIGHT; IT MAKES YOU ALL RIGHT. She knew that she had to forgive for her own sake... so that she would not be tortured by it for the rest of her life. She says she is now free. Not free from all memories -- but free from all torture. Thank you Connie N:) (\o/) (\o/) An Easter Triology http://llerrah.com/eastertrilogy.htm (\o/) (\o/) Sally jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: "How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?" The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it..." Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?" The surgeon asked, "Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university." Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good-bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. "Would you like a lock of his hair?" the nurse asked. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally. The mother said, "It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the university for study. He said it might help somebody else. "I said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom." She went on, "My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could." Sally walked out of Children's mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car. The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room. She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep. It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said: "Dear Mom, I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say I LOVE YOU. I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things we boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. I met Moses and Jesus. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him! Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good-bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him, 'Where was He when I needed him?' God said He was in the same place with me, as when Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children. Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight at supper, I'll get to sit at the table with Jesus. I'm, sure the food will be great. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore. The cancer is all gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore, and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?" Signed with Love from: God, Jesus & Me. Thank you Kay:) (\o/) (\o/) ~ Because He Lives ~ He wore a crown of thorns about His head that day, when He hung upon that Cross. They scourged Him and beat Him until He bled, for us not to suffer loss. Nails through His precious hands and feet, Oh, the agony He must have had. But after three days, He arose to Heaven in a cloud. Praise God! He's Alive! Thank you rdmnx:) (\o/) (\o/) "THE THREE TREES" Once upon a mountaintop, three little trees stood and dreamed of what they wanted to become when they grew up..... The first little tree looked up at the stars and said: "I want to hold treasure. I want to be covered with gold and filled with precious stones. I'll be the most beautiful treasure chest in the world!" The second little tree looked out at the small stream trickling by on its way to the ocean. "I want to be traveling the mighty waters and carrying powerful kings. I'll be the strongest ship in the world!" The third little tree looked down into the valley below where busy men and women worked in a busy town. "I don't want to leave the mountaintop at all. I want to grow so tall that when people stop to look at me, they'll raise their eyes to heaven and think of God. I will be the tallest tree in the world!" Years passed, the rains came, the sun shone, and the little trees grew tall. One day three woodcutters climbed the mountain.... The first woodcutter looked at the first tree and said, "This tree is beautiful. It is perfect for me." With swoops of his shining axe, the first tree fell. "Now I shall be made into a beautiful chest, I shall hold wonderful treasure!" the tree thought. The second woodcutter looked at the second tree and said, "This tree is strong. It is perfect for me." With swoops of his shining axe, the second tree fell. "Now I shall sail mighty waters!" thought the second tree. "I shall be a strong ship for mighty kings!" The third tree felt her heart sink when the last woodcutter looked her way. She stood straight and tall and pointed bravely to heaven. But the woodcutter never even looked up. "Any kind of tree will do for me," he muttered. With swoops of his shining axe, the third tree fell. The first tree rejoiced when the woodcutter brought her to a carpenter's shop. But the carpenter fashioned the tree into a feedbox for animals. The once-beautiful tree was not covered with gold or filled with treasure. She was coated with sawdust and filled with hay for hungry farm animals. The second tree smiled when the woodcutter took her to a shipyard. But no mighty sailing ship was made that day. Instead, the once-strong tree was sawed and hammered into a simple fishing boat. She was too small and too weak to sail an ocean, or even a river. Instead, she was taken to a little lake. The third tree was confused when the woodcutter cut her into strong beams and left her in a lumberyard. "What happened?", the once-tall tree wondered. "All I ever wanted was to stay on the mountaintop and point to God..." Many days and nights passed. The three trees nearly forgot their dreams.... But, one night, golden starlight poured over the first tree as a young woman placed her newborn baby in the feedbox. "I wish I could make a cradle for him," her husband whispered. The mother squeezed his hand and smiled as the starlight shone on the smooth sturdy wood. "This manger is beautiful!" she said. And suddenly the first tree knew he was holding the greatest treasure in the world. One evening a tired traveler and his friends crowded into the small fishing boat. The traveler fell asleep as the second tree quietly sailed out into the lake. Soon a thundering and thrashing storm arose. The little tree shuddered. She knew she did not have the strength to carry so many passengers safely through the wind and rain. The tired man awakened. He stood up, stretched out his hand and said, "Peace, be still." The storm stopped as quickly as it had begun. Suddenly the second tree knew he was carrying the King of heaven and earth. One Friday morning, the third tree was startled when her beams were yanked from the forgotten woodpile. She flinched as she was carried through an angry, jeering crowd. She shuddered when soldiers nailed a man's hands to her. She felt ugly and harsh and cruel. But, on Sunday morning, when the sun rose and the earth trembled with joy beneath her, the third tree knew that God's love had changed everything. It had made the third tree strong, and every time people thought of the third tree, they would think of God. That was better than being the tallest tree in the world. Thank you Virginia C:) (\o/) (\o/) Why I follow Jesus http://www.sendcheer.com/i_why_follow.shtml (\o/) (\o/) To all of you from me:) I Wonder... http://llerrah.com/iwonder.htm This is something to think about at Easter time. I want you all to know...I would have...I would risk what I had to...I think you would too...Our love to all & Happy Easter:) Patsy & Kay & Kyle Thank you to Carla for sending this one:) Remembering Rob 1-10 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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