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Sunday 06/19/05 Happy Father's Day all:) This is the place. We have a *free*bies, interesting finds, *cont'ests, 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-, -search -engines etc. Enjoy your stay:) http://www.pakadevasfreebees.com 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 Pakadevas Archives: New archives http://archives.zinester.com/27358 Old Archives aol link ~Thank you for these beautiful notes:) * * Re: Pakadevas Sunday Inspirational Thank you very much for that. I leaned something new. :) * * THANK YOU FOR YOUR INSPIRATIONAL MESSAGE IN A TIME OF NEED. SYLVIA S * * I wanted to let you know an update on my son Johnathan,I e-mailed you months ago about him being sick with all the ear infections and had asked you to pray for him well,he has been sick free since February,I did some research online and I had him seen by my last hope of specialists and for all he went through with the ear infections and resistance to medicine,we found out that he was allergic to milk,now at 33 months old he is working really hard on his sign language and trying to get his speech back,he is now at an 8 to 12 month level for speech but,he has sensitivity problems that we are working hard on also. Thank You and Everyone for their prayers.God Bless and Have A Blessed Evening. Josette * * Patsy>>>>I want to Thank you for your very beautiful, lovely poem for Mother"s day it was really lovely, sweet Thanks again. Love Mary E. from Bordentown NJ. * * Excellent thoughts on Mothers Day, I have four sons and they all live in the same city I do and and I am so glad. Judy * * Hello, I want to let you know how how much your newsletter meant to me. I haven't seen as many good things from other emails I get, but you are the best. Keep up the good work for the Lord. Thank God that someome is putting Christian words out, having a prayer request if you wanted to send one in. Don't let anyone make you stop. I feel better now that I read your letter. I have this saying for you that I heard about. Never give the Devil a ride! He will always want to drive. Hope you have a Blessed Day. Take care, God Bless You. Roma S. Kingsport, Tennessee * * 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/) To all our Father's, Mother's doing the Fathering, Friends, Grandfather's, Uncle's & anyone who has helped in the fathering of someone needing you...God bless you & Happy Father's Day (Hugzzz) You Are Our Knight in Shining Armor http://www.poemsforfree.com/youar5.html (\o/) (\o/) The most important Father http://www.blesstheday.com/index.cfm?action=view&id=11914&scid=0 (\o/) (\o/) I want to start something like this someday in memory of Rob:) The Daffodil Principle: Several times my daughter had telephoned to say, "Mother, you must come to see the daffodils before they are over." I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive from Laguna to Lake Arrowhead "I will come next Tuesday", I promised a little reluctantly on her third call. Next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised, and reluctantly I drove there. When I finally walked into Carolyn's house I was welcomed by the joyful sounds of happy children. I delightedly hugged and greeted my grandchildren. "Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! The road is invisible in these clouds and fog, and there is nothing in the world except you and these children that I want to see badly enough to drive another inch!" My daughter smiled calmly and said, "We drive in this all the time, Mother." "Well, you won't get me back on the road until it clears, and then I'm heading for home!" I assured her. "I was hoping you'd take me over to the garage to pick up my car." "How far will we have to drive?" "Oh...just a few blocks," Carolyn said. "But I'll drive. I'm used to this." After several minutes, I had to ask, "Where are we going? This isn't the way to the garage!" "We're going to my garage the long way," Carolyn smiled, "by way of the daffodils." "Carolyn," I said sternly, "please turn around." "It's all right, Mother, I promise. You will never forgive yourself if you miss this experience." After about twenty minutes, we turned onto a small gravel road and I saw a small church. On the far side of the church, I saw a hand lettered sign with an arrow that read, " Daffodil Garden ." We got out of the car, each took a child's hand, and I followed Carolyn down the path. Then, as we turned a corner, I looked up and gasped. Before me lay the most glorious sight. It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it over the mountain peak and it's surrounding slopes. The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns, great ribbons and swaths of deep orange, creamy white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, and saffron and butter yellow. Each different-colored variety was planted in large groups so that it swirled and flowed like its own river with its own unique hue. There were five acres of flowers. "Who did this?" I asked Carolyn. "Just one woman," Carolyn answered. "She lives on the property. That's her home." Carolyn pointed to a well kept A-frame house, small and modestly sitting in the midst of all that glory. We walked up to the house. On the patio, we saw a poster. "Answers to the Questions I Know You Are Asking" was the headline. The first answer was a simple one. "50,000 bulbs," it read. The second answer was, "One at a time, by one woman. Two hands, two feet, and one brain." The third answer was, "Began in 1958." For me, that moment was a life-changing experience. I thought of this woman whom I had never met, who, more than forty years before, had begun, one bulb at a time, to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an obscure mountaintop. Planting one bulb at a time, year after year, this unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she lived. One day at a time, she had created something of extraordinary magnificence, beauty, and inspiration. The principle her daffodil garden taught is one of the greatest principles of celebration. That is, learning to move toward our goals and desires one step at a time--often just one baby-step at time--and learning to love the doing, learning to use the accumulation of time. When we multiply tiny pieces of time with small increments of daily effort, we too will find we can accomplish magnificent things. We can change the world. "It makes me sad in a way," I admitted to Carolyn. "What might I have accomplished if I had thought of a wonderful goal thirty-five or forty years ago and had worked away at it 'one bulb at a time' through all those years? Just think what I might have been able to achieve!" My daughter summed up the message of the day in her usual direct way. "Start tomorrow," she said. She was right. It's so pointless to think of the lost hours of yesterdays. The way to make learning a lesson of celebration instead of a cause for regret is to only ask, "How can I put this to use today?" Use the Daffodil Principle. Stop waiting..... Until your car or home is paid off Until you get a new car or home Until your kids leave the house Until you go back to school Until you finish school Until you clean the house Until you organize the garage Until you clean off your desk Until you get married Until you get a divorce Until you have kids Until the kids go to school Until you retire Until summer Until spring Until winter Until fall Until you die.... There is no better time than right now to be happy. Happiness is a journey, not a destination. So work like you don't need money Love like you've never been hurt, and, Dance like no one's watching. If you want to brighten someone's day, pass this on to someone special. I just did! Wishing you a beautiful, daffodil day! Thank you Brenda:) (\o/) (\o/) American Soldier http://www.rdmnxdesigns.com/soldier.html (\o/) (\o/) But He knoweth the way I take: when He hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold. Job 23:10 (\o/) (\o/) Ugly http://www.positivethoughts.com/ugly.htm Thank you Renie:) (\o/) (\o/) Before its too late make your peace with GOD, and make sure the ones you love do also. Accept him. Repent. Get baptized. And have a nice eternity. Thelma W. Thank you Thelma:) (\o/) (\o/) Keep in mind that bad things happen to good people and you're no exception. You have not been singled out for a special persecution. Trying to make good choices in life won't protect you from misfortune. You haven't been "dumb" to "get yourself in this situation." It is not your fault. Life is not easy, we have to take what we get and make the best of it. (\o/) (\o/) A carrot, an egg and a cup of coffee... You will never look at a cup of coffee the same way again. A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose. Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the water came to a boil. In the first, she placed carrots, in the second, she placed eggs, and in the third, she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil, without speaking a word. In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots from the first pot and placed them into a bowl. She removed the eggs from the second pot and placed them into a second bowl, then she carefully ladled the coffee out and placed it into a third bowl. Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me, what do you see?" "Carrots, eggs, and coffee," the daughter replied. Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did so and noted that they were now soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After peeling off the shell, she observed that the egg was now hard boiled. Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee from the third bowl. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, "What does all this mean, mother?" Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity, boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water. "Which are you?" she asked her daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?" Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength? Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other stressful event, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart? Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are truly like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean? May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you happy. The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches. Think of these people after reading this & let them know: to those who have touched your life in one way or another; to those who make you smile when you really need it; to those who make you see the brighter side of things when you are really down; to those whose friendship you appreciate; to those who are so meaningful in your life. PS: Always remember, it is easier to build a child than repair an adult. Thank you Kay:) (\o/) (\o/) *Friends are made by many acts; they can be lost by just one* Unknown "You can observe a lot just by watching." Yogi Berra (\o/) (\o/) Into Each Life... http://321greetings.com/intoeach.htm (\o/) (\o/) "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." (\o/) (\o/) To all of you from me:) To everyone missing their Father's, Grandfather's, Sweetheart's, & Friends on Father's Day...we understand & send our love xoxoxo Father's Day Without you is like Music http://www.poemsforfree.com/fathe3.html Love to you from Patsy & Kay xoxoxo Remembering Rob 1-10 http://www.pakadevasfreebees.com/RememberingRob.html RememberingRob10 (still in progress) http://www.pakadevasfreebees.com/RememberingRob10.html (\o/) Please take a moment & vote for Pakadevas:) http://www.top50.to/inclick.php?ID=20600 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. 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