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Sunday 10/16/05 Hello everyone, From Kay: Kyle is still unable to swallow & has problems with both short & longterm memory. He is doing so well though. They are working him hard on various therapies & he is responding wonderfully. They have told us he will be comming home in a wheelchair for likely a year or more. He has to have 24 hour supervision, so he doesn't harm himself by trying things he really can't do yet. We have already started decluttering the house to prepare for a wheelchair, & trying to make arrangements for a wheelchair ramp. They say he *may* be able to come home by the end of the month! We are so happy:) We don't want to get hopes too high though, in case he is still delayed in the swallowing etc. as he can't return until he is able to swallow right, for his safety. God is good & we so want to thank you for your prayers & support. Love ya! Kay *S* We are grateful for all your prayers, beautiful notes, thoughts, support, & love. You are greatly appreciated. Our love, Patsy & Kay 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... *Leaving us *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 http://www.archives.ezinester.com/97178 ~Thank you for the beautiful notes:) We have received 100's of them... Love to everyone who wrote & prayed. Patsy & Kay xoxo * * 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/) Stairway to Heaven http://www.mamarocks.com/stairway_to_heaven.htm (\o/) (\o/) Native American Prayer Oh Great Spirit Whose voice I hear in the wind, Whose breath gives life to the world, Hear me! I come to you as one of your many children, I am small and weak, I need your strength and wisdom, May I walk in beauty. Make my eyes behold the red and purple sunset, Make my hands respect the things that you have made, And my ears sharp to hear your voice. Make me wise so that I may know the things That you have taught your children-- The lessons that you have hidden in every leaf and rock, Make me strong, not to be superior to my brothers, But to be able to fight my greatest enemy: myself. Make me ever ready to come to you with straight eyes. So that when life fades as the faded sunset, My spirit will come to you without shame. Something we could all learn a lesson from. Thank you Nyla:) (\o/) (\o/) The Love Squad By Virelle Kidder "Oh, no! Not company!" I groaned, the moment my car rounded the corner and our house came into full view. Usually I'd be thrilled to see four cars lined up in our driveway, but after I spent a weeklong vigil at the hospital with an ill child, my house was a colossal mess. Turning off the car engine, I dragged myself to the front door. "What are you doing home so soon?" my friend Judie called from the kitchen. "We weren't expecting you for another hour! We thought we'd be long gone before you got home." She walked toward me and gave me a hug, then asked softly, "How are you doing?" Was this my house? Was I dreaming? Everything looked so clean. Where did these flowers come from? Suddenly more voices, more hugs. Lorraine, smiling and wiping beads of perspiration from her forehead, came up from the family room where she had just finished ironing a mountain of clean clothes. Regina peeked into the kitchen, having finished vacuuming rugs and polishing and dusting furniture in every room in the house. Joan, still upstairs wrestling with the boys' bunk-bed sheets, called down her "Hello," having already brought order out of chaos in all four bedrooms. "When did you guys get here?" was my last coherent sentence. My tears came in great heaving waves. "How come . . . how come . . . you did all this?" I cried unashamedly, every ounce of resistance gone. I had spent the week praying through a health crisis, begging God for a sense of his presence at the hospital. Instead, he laid a mantle of order, beauty and loving care into our home through these four "angels." "You rest a while, Virelle," Lorraine said firmly. "Here's your dinner for tonight, there are more meals in the freezer." The table was set with flowers and fancy napkins, and a little gift was at my place. A small banquet was arranged, complete with salad and dessert. "Don't you worry; we're all praying," my friends said. "God has everything under control." After my friends left, I wandered from room to room, still sobbing from the enormity of their gift of time and work. I found beautiful floral arrangements in every room . . . and little wrapped gifts on each bed. More tears. In the living room I found a note under a vase filled with peonies. I was to have come home and found it as their only identity: "The Love Squad was here." And I knew that God had everything under control. Thank you Kay:) (\o/) (\o/) One Cookie at a Time I began baking with my grandma, Edna Boaz, a Church of the Brethren minister's wife, at three years of age. We brought cookies to sick, elderly and lonely people. I noticed that this always made them smile. In college I baked cookies for the dorm during finals, and I've continued ever since. I usually get up early, pray for the people I'm baking for (even though I may not know who will receive them) and watch the sunrise. People have encouraged me to go into business, but I only get up at 4:00 a.m. for love, not money. A friend pointed out that my cookie "hobby" was really a cookie "ministry." A neighbor crowned me the "Cookie Fairy," and now I have cards that say, "Spread the sweetness of God's love to everyone you meet, a caring ministry to encourage smiles on faces and joy in hearts." My mission in life is to share love and encourage others to find out what they can do in their everyday life with their gifts and talents to achieve a better world. My husband Harold had our kitchen remodeled to accommodate two ovens. He purchases the ingredients, delivers and assists wherever needed. We call him the "Sugar Daddy." "Hilarious" is one word to describe a fifty-six-year-old "Cookie Fairy" walking around in a pink and gold princess dress, complete with wings, crown and wand. This has led to many memorable adventures and blessings. I could fill a small book with "Cookie Fairy" stories. Amazing as this may sound, I am very serious about changing our world one cookie at a time. The experience I am about to share with you actually inspired me to create the card that I hand out with every cookie. I love taking walks at work, and when I set out, I look rather strange. I resemble a cross between Greta Garbo, Annie Oakley and Olive Oyl. I wear a big black hat (Annie Oakley), gold and black sunglasses (Greta "Dahling"), and size 11 shoes that scream Olive Oyl (Popeye's girlfriend). As I was walking one afternoon, I ran into a group of about twenty high-school students attending a special program at the university. As I briskly approached the group, they started to laugh and ridicule me. I work with youth a lot and I'm a mother, but my face felt hot from embarrassment as they taunted me. Shaken, I reached the sanctuary of the library where I work. For the rest of the day, I couldn't get those young people out of my mind. Suddenly, I realized it wasn't me they were ridiculing. They didn't see me as a person, but a foil for their jokes. I thought about other people who might walk by and where this kind of hostility could take these students in adult life. Suddenly, they were everyone's children - my children. Despite my coworkers' protests, I decided to return the next day, and in the same getup. I wanted them to accept me looking a little unusual. My hope was that they would learn to be accepting of others as they are. As I approached their bus stop, the hoots and whistles were deafening. The girls sat in a huddle and looked a little embarrassed. I waved to the group and said, "Hi, I'm Sylvia, and you really hurt my feelings yesterday. I'm an old lady trying to keep in shape. You should be encouraging me, not putting me down, and you'd better hope that your future wife looks as good at my age." (The girls cheered.) Then I asked if they would be there tomorrow because I would have a surprise for them. One of the boys yelled, "She's probably bringing a gun." I replied, "I'd never hurt anyone, especially my new friends." What kind of surprise did I bring the next day? COOKIES! Two kinds wrapped in individual bags for each person and tied with ribbons. The people at work thought I was nuts. One friend offered to go with me, but I wanted to go alone. This time at the bus stop, the students were very quiet. With a big smile I handed out the cookies and asked their names. I suggested they encourage people and make a difference in the world. As I walked away, one of the more vocal boys called out, "What's your name again?" I answered him, and he gently said, "Thank you, Sylvia." Thank you Elaine C:) (\o/) (\o/) Great Story I just returned from New Jersey. While en route there, I was stuck in traffic on Interstate 81, just below the Virginia state line, (Bristol, Tennessee), due to a traffic accident with a fatality involved. This accident involved a tanker truck hauling a hazardous material load that developed a leak, which meant that we weren't going anywhere for several hours. After being told by the Tennessee state troopers that we would be sitting still until the clean up was completed, I set my brakes on the truck and got our to stretch my legs. Other truck drivers did the same, and at one point there were 5 of us standing there by my truck, complaining. Sitting right beside me in the left lane, were two elderly people in a Silverado pick up truck, which was loaded quite well. The man, (Joe), lowered his window and asked what was going on regarding the traffic situation. Soon we were all talking with this couple. I mentioned that if I had known about this, I would have bought something to drink, (water), for I was becoming thirsty. The lady, (Anna), said that they had plenty of water, and sodas in the cooler in the bed of the truck, and offered everyone present something. While she was back there, she said that she had plenty of tuna salad made up, and asked if we would be interested in a sandwich. After some urging from Joe, we agreed to a sandwich. While Anna was making the sandwiches on the tailgate of the truck, she was singing like a songbird. To be close to 70, (I guess), she had a remarkable voice. When she finished making the sandwiches, and putting everything up, Joe raised the tailgate of the truck to close it. I noticed a Mississippi license plate on it. I inquired as to what part of Mississippi they were from. Joe said Biloxi. Knowing that Biloxi had been ravaged also by hurricane Katrina, I asked if they sustained any damage. Joe said that they lost everything but what they had on and what was in the pickup. All of us drivers tried unsuccessfully to pay them for their drinks and the sandwiches. They would have nothing to do with it. Joe said that their son was living around Harrisonburg, Virginia and that they were going there. He was in the real estate business and that there was a home that became open, and that they were going to start all over there. Staring over at their age would not be easy. I will soon be 48 years old, and I have say that I have never eaten a tuna sandwich with side orders of reality and humility. These people lost everything except the pictures, important documents, and some clothes. Joe had managed to get their antique heirloom grandfathers clock into the bed of the truck and Anna got her china and silverware, but that was all. These wonderful people lost practically everything they owned and still would not accept any money for their food and drinks. Joe said that "it was better to give than it is to receive." They sought refuge behind a block wall that he had built years ago, and they watched their belongings and their home disappear in the winds of Hurricane Katrina. Joe said that during all this he had one hand holding onto Anna and the other holding on to God. Their truck and themselves came out of Katrina unscathed. As I stated before, Anna was singing a song while making the sandwiched. The song is titled "I know who holds tomorrow," an old gospel song. She knew every word, and was quite a gifted singer of it. Have you ever heard it? The chorus of this song is, " Many things, about tomorrow, I don't seem to understand. But I know who holds tomorrow, and I know who holds my hand." There is no doubt, in my mind, who was holding both their hands. I know there have been many, many emails that have circulated over the years about things that will touch your heart, but this one I personally was involved in. Mike Dowdy Hartselle, Alabama Thank you Roger S:) (\o/) (\o/) An Angel Has Spoken http://www.mamarocks.com/an_angel_has_spoken.htm (\o/) (\o/) Isaiah 65:24 This story was written by a doctor who worked in South Africa... One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all we could do, she died leaving us with a tiny premature baby and a crying two-year-old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive, as we had no incubator (we had no electricity to run an incubator). We also had no special feeding facilities. Although we lived on the Equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts. One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the cotton wool that the baby would be wrapped in. Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle. She came back shortly in distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst (rubber perishes easily in tropical climates). "And it is our last hot water bottle." she exclaimed. As in the West, it is no good crying over spilled milk so in Central Africa it might be considered no good crying over burst water bottles. They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest pathways. "All right," I said, "put the baby as near the fire as you safely can, and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it from drafts. Your job is to keep the baby warm." The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with any of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle, and that the baby could so easily die if it got chills. I also told them of the two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died. During prayer time, one ten-year old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt conciseness of our African children "Please, God" she prayed, "send us a water bottle. It'll be no good tomorrow, God, as the baby will be dead, so please send it this afternoon." While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added, "And while You are about it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl so she'll know You really love her?" As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say, "Amen". I just did not believe that God could do this. Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything, the Bible says so. But there are limits, aren't there? The only way God could answer this particular prayer would be by sending me a parcel from homeland. I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever received a parcel from home. Anyway, if anyone did send me a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived on the equator! Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses' training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door. By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there, on the veranda, was a large twenty-two pound parcel. I felt tears pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage children. Together we pulled off the tying, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly. Excitement was mounting. Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box. From the top, I lifted out brightly colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out. Then there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children looked a little bored. Then came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas - that would make a batch of buns for the weekend. Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the...could it really be? I grasped it and pulled it out - yes, a brand-new, rubber hot water bottle. I cried. I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could. Ruth was in the front row of the children. She rushed forward, crying out, "If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly too!" Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully dressed dolly. Her eyes shone! She had never doubted! Looking up at me, she asked: "Can I go over with you and give this dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Jesus really loves her?" That parcel had been on the way for five whole months. Packed up by my former Sunday school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God's prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator. And one of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child - five months before, in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it "that afternoon." "Before they call, I will answer" (Isaiah 65:24) This awesome prayer takes less than a minute. When you receive this, say the prayer, that's all you have to do. Prayer is one of the best gifts we receive. There is no/.cost but a lot of rewards. Let's pray for one another. Father, I ask you to bless my friends reading this right now. I am asking You to minister to their spirit at this very moment. Where there is pain, give them Your peace and mercy. Where there is self doubting, release a renewed confidence to work through them. Where there is tiredness or exhaustion, I ask You to give them understanding, guidance, and strength as they learn submission to Your leading. Where there is spiritual stagnation, I ask You to renew them by revealing Your nearness, and by drawing them into greater intimacy with You. Where there is fear, reveal Your love, and release to them Your courage. Where there is a sin blocking them, reveal it, and break its hold over my friend's life. Bless their finances, give them greater vision, and raise up leaders and friends to support and encourage them. Give each of them discernment to recognize the evil forces around them, and reveal to them the power they have in You to defeat it. I ask you to do these things in Jesus' name. "Do not ask the Lord to guide your footsteps if you're not willing to move your feet." Thank you Renie:) (\o/) (\o/) To all of you from me:) Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. - Leo Buscaglia Hello everyone...I love Leo Buscaglia, & have read some of his books. Let's all try this week to exercise each of these attributes. Together we can make the world a happier place for all:) 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! 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