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Sunday 07/31/05 Happy Independance Day to all our American friends! http://www.rdmnxdesigns.com/july4th.htm 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 from our *site, or others we advertise with, *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:) * * God is always There. Dear Patsy, The love for your husband is always gonna be there, as well as our Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ. Stay strong no matter what Your beloved husband is there with you. God is always there, so he'll bring you all the way through.May many blessings await and greet you. Edna P. (Detroit,MI) * * Patsy, thank you for the prayers, and thank you for your thoughtfulness. You are such a special person! I have been subscribed to your newsletter for a few years and though I have never met you, I feel like you are an old family friend. I love seeing your newsletter in my inbox. I am so glad you are doing better. I know you will never get over missing Rob, but I am glad you keep doing the newsletter. There are a lot of prayers that go up for you everyday and there is a special place in Heaven (right next to Rob) for someone as special as you. Hugs and God bless you also! Retha * * Hi Patsy, I had to write & give a BIG THANK YOU! from the bottom of my Heart! I lost my Grandma last April. I didn't understand why God had taken her after giving her back tome. She moved to California & me being Physically Disable, I wasn't able to see her as much. She had Dementia & the family moved her back to Minnesota last October 04. Grandma passed away in April 05, at the age of 98. Before she died I remember one of the conversations that we had was how we would celebrete her 98 & she was going to make it to100. The Big ThANK YOU is for printing " My Hands" about a young man & his Grandfather. Bless You, your friend in Christ, Kari * * 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/) In God's Glory http://www.positivethoughts.com/p10.htm (\o/) (\o/) Needed the Quiet I needed the quiet so he drew me aside Into the shadows where we could confide, Away from the bustle where all the day long I hurried and worried when active and strong. I needed the quiet tho at first I rebelled, But gently, so gently my cross he upheld, And whispered so sweetly of spiritual things, Tho weakened in body, my spirit took wings To heights never heard of when active and gay, He loved me so greatly he drew me away. I needed the quiet, no prison my bed, But a beautiful valley of blessings instead A place to grow richer in Jesus to hide I needed the quiet so he drew me aside. Alice H. Mortenson Thank you Bonita:) (\o/) (\o/) Praise You The Lord, The Almighty http://home.fuse.net/rust/221 (\o/) (\o/) Grandma's Apron The principle use of Grandma's apron was to protect the dress underneath, but along with that, it served as a holder for removing hot pans from the oven; It was wonderful for drying children's tears, and on occasion was even used for cleaning out dirty ears. From the chicken-coop the apron was used for carrying eggs, fussy chicks, and sometimes half-hatched eggs to be finished in the warming oven. When company came those aprons were ideal hiding places for shy kids. And when the weather was cold, grandma wrapped it around her arms. Those big old aprons wiped many a perspiring brow, bent over the hot wood stove. Chips and kindling wood were brought into the kitchen in that apron. From the garden, it carried all sorts of vegetables. After the peas had been shelled it carried out the hulls. In the fall the apron was used to bring in apples that had fallen from the trees. When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how much furniture that old apron could dust in a matter of seconds. When dinner was ready, Grandma walked out onto the porch, waved her apron, and the men knew it was time to come in from the fields to dinner. It will be a long time before someone invents something that will replace that "old-time apron" that served so many purposes. ~ Author Unknown Thank you Kay:) (\o/) (\o/) A Sparrow's Faith http://www.mamarocks.com/a_sparrows_faith.htm (\o/) (\o/) Kevin I envy Kevin. My brother Kevin thinks God lives under his bed. At least that's what I heard him say one night. He was praying out loud in his dark bedroom, and I stopped outside his closed door to listen. "Are you there, God?" he said. "Where are you? Oh, I see. Under the bed." I giggled softly and tiptoed off to my own room. Kevin's unique perspectives are often a source of amusement. But that night something else lingered long after the humor. I realized for the first time the very different world Kevin lives in. He was born 30 years ago, mentally disabled as a result of difficulties during labor. Apart from his size (he's 6-foot-2), there are few ways in which he is an adult. He reasons and communicates with the capabilities of a 7-year-old, and he always will. He will probably always believe that God lives under his bed, that Santa Claus is the one who fills the space under our tree every Christmas and that airplanes stay up in the sky because angels carry them. I remember wondering if Kevin realizes he is different. Is he ever dissatisfied with his monotonous life? Up before dawn each day, off to work at a workshop for the disabled, home to walk our cocker spaniel, return to eat his favorite macaroni-and-cheese for dinner, and later to bed. The only variation in the entire scheme is laundry, when he hovers excitedly over the washing machine like a mother with her newborn child. He does not seem dissatisfied. He lopes out to the bus every morning at 7:05, eager for a day of simple work. He wrings his hands excitedly while the water boils on the stove before dinner, and he stays up late twice a week to gather our dirty laundry for his next day's laundry chores. And Saturdays-oh, the bliss of Saturdays! That's the day my Dad takes Kevin to the airport to have a soft drink, watch the planes land, and speculate loudly on the destination of each passenger inside. "That one's goin' to Chi-car-go!" Kevin shouts as he claps his hands. His anticipation is so great he can hardly sleep on Friday nights. And so goes his world of daily rituals and weekend field trips. He doesn't know what it means to be discontent. His life is simple. He will never know the entanglements of wealth of power, and he does not care what brand of clothing he wears or what kind of food he eats. His needs have always been met, and he never worries that one day they may not be. His hands are diligent. Kevin is never so happy as when he is working. When he unloads the dishwasher or vacuums the carpet, his heart is completely in it. He does not shrink from a job when it is begun, and he does not leave a job until it is finished. But when his tasks are done, Kevin knows how to relax. He is not obsessed with his work or the work of others. His heart is pure. He still believes everyone tells the truth, promises must be kept, and when you are wrong, you apologize instead of argue. Free from pride and unconcerned with appearances, Kevin is not afraid to cry when he is hurt, angry or sorry. He is always transparent, always sincere. And he trusts God. Not confined by intellectual reasoning, when he comes to Christ, he comes as a child. Kevin seems to know God - to really be friends with Him in a way that is difficult for an "educated" person to grasp. God seems like his closest companion. In my moments of doubt and frustrations with my Christianity, I envy the security Kevin has in his simple faith. It is then that I am most willing to admit that he has some divine knowledge that rises above my mortal questions. It is then I realize that perhaps he is not the one with the handicap. I am. My obligations, my fear, my pride, my circumstances -- they all become disabilities when I do not trust them to God's care. Who knows if Kevin comprehends things I can never learn? After all, he has spent his whole life in that kind of innocence, praying after dark and soaking up the goodness and love of God. And one day, when the mysteries of heaven are opened, and we are all amazed at how close God really is to our hearts, I'll realize that God heard the simple prayers of a boy who believed that God lived under his bed. Kevin won't be surprised at all. Thank you Renie:) (\o/) (\o/) The best way to find yourself, is to lose yourself in the service of others. - Ghandi You have not lived until you have done something for someone who can never repay you. - unknown (\o/) (\o/) Finding God in the Park By Michael Josephson Abe was fiercely independent even at the age of 85, but after a mild stroke his son insisted that he move in with him. Abe missed going to the park near his old apartment and one Saturday he set out to find it. When he became disoriented, he asked a young boy where the park was. The boy named Timmy said that he'd like to take Abe there but that he didn't have time because he was out looking for God. Timmy said he needed to talk to him about why his parents were getting a divorce. "Maybe God is in the park," said the old man. "I'd like to talk to him too about why he has made me useless." And so they set off together to find God. At the park Timmy began to cry about the divorce and Abe lovingly held his face in both hands and looked him straight in the eyes. "Timmy, I don't know why bad things happen, but I know it's not because of you. I know you're a good boy and your parents love you and you'll be OK." "Are you sure?" "I'm sure." Timmy gave Abe a big hug and said, "I'm so glad I met you. Thanks. I think I can go now." From across the street Timmy's mother had seen them hug so she approached him and in a worried voice said, "Who was that old man?" "I think he's God," Timmy said. "Did he say that?" the mother demanded. "No, but when he touched me and told me I'm going to be OK, I really felt better. I think only God can do that." When Abe got home, his son in a scolding voice asked, "Where were you?" "I was in the park with God," Abe said. "Really? What makes you think you were with God?" "Because he sent me a boy who needed me, and when the boy hugged me, I felt God telling me I wasn't useless." (\o/) (\o/) When you get to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on. - Franklin D. Roosevelt Level with your child by being honest. Nobody spots a phony quicker than a child. - Mary MacCracken (\o/) (\o/) Education is the power to think clearly, the power to act well in the world's work, and the power to appreciate life. - Brigham Young Failure is only the opportunity to begin again, this time more wisely. - unknown (\o/) (\o/) To all of you from me:) A Friend Is. . . A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words. A good exercise for the heart is to bend down and help another up. Friends are like four leaf clovers, hard to find, lucky to have. If all my friends jumped off a cliff, I wouldn't jump with them. I would be at the bottom to catch them. God bless you & be good to each other. Love to all 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 to 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. Please only use this for friendly mail:) Thank you...Patsy *S* Patsy Rideout Pakadevas-Freebees PO Box 377, Robert's Arm NL Canada A0J1R0 *Con`tact Patsy: rpkdv@nf.aibn.com If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it. ( \ / ) ( \()/ ) ( / \ ) TAKE THIS LITTLE ANGEL ( / \/ \ ) AND KEEP HER CLOSE TO YOU / \ SHE IS YOUR GUARDIAN ANGEL ( ) SENT TO WATCH OVER YOU ____ Thank you Jane K:) (\o/) ??//// \\\\, ___________ *???? o??`* /__/ _/\_ ____/\ ```)??(?????? | | | | | | | || |l?±?±?±?±| ??,.-*?°?? ??,.-*~*~*-.,?? `?°*-. :???° *~*~*-..,?? "As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord." We'd love to see you stay, but, should you want to go, go here: |
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