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Sunday 04/24/05 Happy Mother's Day all:) Happy Mother's Day to my own Mom...God didn't make them much better than mine:) & also to my daughter, Kay, a lovely Mom as well. Love to you both & to all Mother's, step-Mothers, adopted & foster Mother's, & Mother's to be, & those who Mother others, men & women...have a wonderful Mother's Day...love from Patsy & kay:):) xoxoxo 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, Thank you for the wonderful newsletter you put together each and every day. I must admit though my favorite is Sundays. Todays was particularly wonderful to me, because some of the links express the sentiments that I have asked my heavenly father to allow to work through me with those whose lives I come in contact with. Now the permission I ask is, I belong to some wonderful groups of women and men that are faith based, and I would like to use these links as encouragement to them. I realize they are public domain, but someone went to the work to locate them, and I don't want to overstep my bounds, by sharing. Thanks for all that you do. Sending hugs to you, Kay, and Kyle. Deborah in NC * * Hi there thanks for answering, found what I was looking for, it was about how we finally understand about how all things don't last, and how to love and care and appreciate all that we love and should take time to love..You have a wonderful site. Thanks for making me feel good by getting your message.. Sincerely Janet * * 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/) Happy Mother's Day "Be followers of me, even as I also am of Christ" (1 Corinthians 11:1, KJV). Lee Strobel tells about a mother from Costa Mesa, California who told about the day her three-year old son was on her heels wherever she went. She was having trouble doing her routine chores. "Whenever I stopped to do something and turned back around I would trip over him," she said. "Several times I suggested fun activities to keep him occupied, but he would just smile and say, "That's alright Mommy I'd rather be in here with you." He continued to follow me and after the fifth trip, my patience wore thin and I asked him why he was following me constantly." He said, "My Sunday school teacher told me to walk in Jesus' footsteps but I can't see him so I'm walking in yours." The greatest way we can teach our children about and show our loved ones the love of Jesus is through the example of how we live, and how we model his love in our everyday life. As another has said, "We raise not the children we want but the children that we the parents are." Thank you Kay G:) (\o/) (\o/) Mothers If you send this to just one person, it should make it all the way around the world by Mother's Day. This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's okay honey, Mommy's here." Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can't be comforted. This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse. For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T. This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes. This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors. And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their cars. And that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it. This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens. This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the (grand)mothers who wanted to, but just couldn't find the words. This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat. For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And then read it again. "Just one more time." This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead. This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot. This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home -- or even away at college ~or have their own families. This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches, assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away. This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them. For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14 year olds dye their hair green. For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings, and the mothers of those who did the shooting. For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely. This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war. What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time? Or is it in her heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time? The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby? The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when you just want to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in your home? Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying? The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation... And mature mothers learning to let go. For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers. Single mothers and married mothers. Mothers with money, mothers without. This is for you all. For all of us... Hang in there. In the end we can only do the best we can. Tell them every day that we love them. And pray and never stop being a mom.. "Home is what catches you when you fall - and we all fall." Thank you Sherry M:) (\o/) (\o/) My Mother, my Friend http://www.spiritisup.com/mymothermyfriendegg.html (\o/) (\o/) Mothers Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you've had a baby . somebody doesn't know that once you're a mother, "Normal," is history. Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by ins tinct .... Somebody never took a three-year-old shopping. Somebody said being a mother is boring ... . Somebody never rode in a car driven by a teenager with a driver's permit. Somebody said if you're a "good" mother, your child will "turn out good." Somebody thinks a child comes with directions and a guarantee. Somebody said "good" mothers never raise their voices ...... Somebody never came out the back door just in time to see her child hit a golf ball through the neighbor's kitchen window. Somebody said you don't need an education t o be a mother. Somebody never helped a fourth grader with her math. Somebody said you can't love the fifth child as much as you love the first. Somebody doesn't have five children. Somebody said a mother can find all the answers to her child-rearing questions in the books . Somebody never had a child stuff beans up his nose or in his ears. Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labor and delivery Somebody never watched her "baby" get on the bus for the first day of kindergarten. or on a plane headed for military "boot camp." Somebody said a mother can do her job with her eyes closed and one hand tied behind her back . somebody never organized four giggling Brownies to sell cookies. Somebody said a mother can stop worrying after her child gets married Somebody doesn't know that marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a mother's heartstrings. Somebody said a mother's job is done when her last child leaves home Somebody never had grandchildren. Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so you don't need to tell her. Somebody isn't a mother. Somebody...Tell your Mother you love her today. Thank you Julie J:) (\o/) (\o/) Ode to my Mother http://www.spiritisup.com/odetomotherse.html (\o/) (\o/) A Loving Mother An article in National Geographic several years ago provided an interesting picture of God's wings. After a forest fire in Yellowstone National Park, forest rangers began their trek up a mountain to assess the inferno's damage. One ranger found a bird literally petrified in ashes, perched statuesquely on the ground at the base of a tree. Somewhat sickened by the eerie sight, he knocked over the bird with a stick. When he gently struck it, three tiny chicks scurried from under their dead mother's wings. The loving mother, keenly aware of impending disaster, had carried her offspring to the base of the tree and had gathered them under her wings, instinctively knowing that the toxic smoke would rise. She could have flown to safety but had refused to abandon her babies. Then the blaze had arrived and the heat had scorched her small body, the mother had remained steadfast. Because she had been willing to die, so those under the cover of her wings would live. Thank you Carla:) (\o/) (\o/) Healing Touch http://www.spiritisup.com/healingtouchw.html (\o/) (\o/) Being a Mom We are sitting at lunch one day when my daughter casually mentions that she and her husband are thinking of "starting a family." "We're taking a survey," she says half-joking. "Do you think I should have a baby?" "It will change your life," I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral. "I know," she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations." But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable. I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking, "What if that had been MY child?" That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her! That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die. I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent call of "Mom!" will cause her to drop a souffl?© or her best crystal without a moment's hesitation. I feel that I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she would be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for childcare, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting and she will think of her baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is all right. I want my daughter to know that every day decisions will no longer be routine. That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma. That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that restroom. However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother. Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. That she would give herself up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years, not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs. I want her to know that a cesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honor My daughter's relationship with her husband will change, but not in the way she thinks. I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with his child. I think she should know that she would fall in love with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic. I wish my daughter could sense the bond she will feel with women throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving. I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike. I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first time. I want her to taste the joy that is so real it actually hurts. My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes. "You'll never regret it," I finally say. Then I reached across the table, squeezed my daughter's hand and offered a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings. May you always have in your arms, the one who is in your heart. Thank you Pat A:) (\o/) (\o/) To all those whose Mother is in Heaven I Miss Thee My Mother http://www.spiritisup.com/misstheemotherminehw.html (\o/) (\o/) To all of you from me:) To everyone on out list...we all have Mothered, even the men, we Mother & Father others, when we don't have children of our own. You all are a treasure to me:) Happy Mother's Day! http://positivethoughts.com/link.php?linkid=175&id=irener@verizon.net Our love to you...Patsy & Kay xoxoxo 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! Patsy *S* ---Important-Disclaimer at the bottom of this page--- Please Read! aol link This e-news-letter uses third party *ads & *links & *ad *swaps with other -web-sites, if you do not wish to receive any of these, please follow the -link- at the end of this issue & -un-sub-scribe, otherwise, we take it as your agreement to receive such articles in our news. Thank you for your co-operation in this matter. Our mailing address for new mailing rules under the new act. 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