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Not a member of PakadevasFreebees yet? Join Here:) http://www.ezinester.com/mpb/ml_fs.cgi?topic=97178 Beautiful notes from you:) THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SITE. WILLIAM BEING ADOPTED FOR CHRISTMAS BY A SPECIAL ANGEL(DIANE) MADE MY CHRISTMAS COMPLETE. HE WAS SO HAPPY THAT SANTA CAME. MAY GOD BLESS YOU AND YOURS FOR WHAT YOU DID WITH THIS SITE FOR WILLIAM TO BE ADOPTED. CINDY(CTHELENA) * * Re: [Pakadevas><((((??>.?·????Rob's Cooking Pot, Live & Let Live] Just a quick note to say thank you. This made my day. I've so missed my daily dose of his humor. I've always enjoyed your newsletters and have signed up for any and all that I can under two different email accounts just to make sure I don't accidently miss any. Even the description of Kyles funeral touched me as "Called to Serve" is my oldest son's (will be 32 in March !?) favorite. Thank you for your efforts. They're a touch of brightness in the other "junk" on the internet. Our thoughts and prayers are with you and your family always. Nancy * * Thank you so much for writing, Patsy. I so much enjoyed hearing from you. You are so sweet and I have thought about you and Rob so many times since his passing. We just have to know that God's plan is perfect. You have had so much tragedy in your life the past couple years...let's pray that 2006 will bring a better year to you and your loves ones. Love in Christ, Bev * * Dear Patsy, All of you are in our prayers daily. I know it has to be so difficult for all of you. I wish I would have been able to meet you while you were at Kay's. I can only imagine what everyone is going through and God has a plan is what I've been telling myself for years. We are about to lose a nephew in his 40's due to cancer. It's a SIL's son that she is the one that made everyone miserable over many years before I came into the picture and she still hasn't learned. She lost her daughter last year. I can bet you will need a month to rest up after all the driving. We're doing okay but the construction is getting worse in our area with no plans for moving yet. I don't know what we will do. We just found that our house insurance is being cancelled as the co. is moving out of PA and we are having problems getting a new insurance co. because of the age of the house. They want you to replace just about everything before they will insure us. I'm sure Kyle's family will miss Kay and the kids but she has to do what's best for them. It's such a shame all that has happened to you and Kaye over the last few years. You are good people and certainly don't deserve all of this. I pray next year will be better. Take care and love and hugs from us. Try and have a Happy New Year! (new beginnings) Love and hugs Lilly and Mike * * Patsy Sorry I have not contacted you sooner. I did not have internet service until about two weeks ago. I read about Kays husband I am so sorry. I always keep you in my prayers it seems like Dec. is a bad month for your family. Will be undergoing A complete knee replacement January 23 so I will be off the computer again. Raising my grandson who turned a year old Dec 9th so not enough time in the day anymore. Just wanted to tell you that I was thinking of you and your family. Love you Marie * * Patsy, May the New Year bring you joy, love, health, happiness. May you come to know yourself as the beautiful and warm and wonderful person that I think of every day who has been a great blessing to me in the passing year. Happy New Year Hugs, Lynne * * Thank you for all your letters through out the year, which run the gammut from some funny, to some sad and poignant. Just a gentle reminder though that no one ever dies if he is remebered in all his ways by his family and friends. Here's hoping that the coming year will be a good one for you all. As aye, Gracie from Canada * * Dear Patsy, I do hope you, Kay and the kids had a nice Christmas. I know it was a sad one, but I'm sure you and Kay made it as happy as you could. I was thinking about you all and praying that you are doing as well as you can. I know Kyle and Rob were there smiling down on you all. This was also a sad time for me as I lost my son 33 years ago, but it still feels like yesterday. I know James was with me and his sister thur this wonderful time of the year. I do pray that this year will be a better year for you. Please take care , give Kay and the kids my love and tell them they are and will always be in my prayers. Also tell your mom hi for me. What a special lady to have such wonderful family. Love to you all, Mary P.S. Happy New Year! * * Dear Patsy, We are so sorry to read about Kyle's death. Both my Fiancee and myself cried when we read your newsletter and found out he had passed on. So it is with very heavy hearts we send you are deepest condolences and prayers. Please tell Kay that she will also be in our hearts and prayers.We thank you for the constant updates on Kyle and we hope that everything is going better for you at this tough time in your life.I can understand your loss as i suffered the loss of my Grandmother on my mother's side in 1989 and remember how hard it was for my family to come to terms with our loss. Again you will all be in our prayers and hearts.May everyday bring you closer to understanging why this terrible tradgy occured. With All Our Love and Prayers, Tara T. and Brian B. * * My prayers are with you today, Patsy. I know you miss Rob....he was a great man. And your send was such a fitting tribute to him and what he tried to do. I know he brought a smile to my -- and many -- faces. He is missed and loved. Try to have a nice weekend! Hugs, Denise (I didn't even notice the irony of this tag until I was about to hit "send". lol) PS her tag was a little Pillsbury cook, holding a recipe:) * * Please ~Vote...we (you & me) can be #1:) http://www.top50.to/inclick.php?ID=20600 aol link (\o/) My Mansion in Heaven http://www.rdmnxdesigns.com/mansion.html (\o/) (\o/) ~~Daddy's Empty Chair~~ A man's daughter had asked the local minister to come and pray with her father. When the minister arrived, he found the man lying in bed with his head propped up on two pillows. An empty chair sat beside his bed. The minister assumed that the old fellow had been informed of his visit. "I guess you were expecting me, he said. 'No, who are you?" said the father. The minister told him his name and then remarked, "I saw the empty chair and I figured you knew I was going to show up," "Oh yeah, the chair," said the bedridden man. "Would you mind closing the door?" Puzzled, the minister shut the door. "I have never told anyone this, not even my daughter," said the man. "But all of my life I have never known how to pray. At church I used to hear the pastor talk about prayer, But it went right over my head." I abandoned any attempt at prayer," the old man continued, "until one day four years ago, my best friend said to me, "Johnny, prayer is just a simple matter of having a conversation with Jesus. Here is what I suggest." "Sit down in a chair; place an empty chair in front of you, and in faith see Jesus on the chair. It's not spooky because he promised, 'I will be with you always'. "Then just speak to him in the same way you're doing with me right now." "So, I tried it and I've liked it so much that I do it a couple of hours every day. I'm careful though... If my daughter saw me talking to an empty chair, she'd either have a nervous breakdown or send me off to the funny farm." The minister was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the old man to continue on the journey. Then he prayed with him, anointed him with oil, and returned to the church. Two nights later the daughter called to tell the minister that her daddy had died that afternoon. Did he die in peace?" he asked. Yes, when I left the house about two o'clock, he called me over to his bedside, told me how much he loved me and kissed me on the cheek. When I got back from the store an hour later, I found him dead. But there was something strange about his death. Apparently, just before Daddy died, he leaned over and rested his head on the chair beside the bed. What do you make of that?" The minister wiped a tear from his eye and said, "I wish we could all go like that." Thank you Renie:) (\o/) (\o/) I'll wait for the Morning Light http://www.rdmnxdesigns.com/morning.html (\o/) (\o/) The Old Phone When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it. Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's number and the correct time. My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. "Information, please" I said into the mouthpiece just above my head. A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear. "Information." "I hurt my finger..." I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience. "Isn't your mother home?" came the question. "Nobody's home but me," I blubbered. "Are you bleeding?" the voice asked. "No," I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts." "Can you open the icebox?" she asked. I said I could. " Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice. After that, I called "Information Please" for everything. I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts. Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called, Information Please," and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?" She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, "Wayne always remember that there are other worlds to sing in." Somehow I felt better. Another day I was on the telephone, "Information Please." "Information," said in the now familiar voice. "How do I spell fix?" I asked. All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much. "Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me. Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy. A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle. I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, "Information Please." Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well. "Information." I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, "Could you please tell me how to spell fix?" There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your finger must have healed by now." I laughed, " So it's really you," I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?" I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your call meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls." I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister. "Please do", she said. "Just ask for Sally." Three months later I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered, "Information." I asked for Sally. "Are you a friend?" she said. "Yes, a very old friend," I answered. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this," she said. "Sally had been working part-time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago." Before I could hang up she said, "Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne?" "Yes." I answered. "Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you." The note said, "Tell him there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean." I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant. Never underestimate the impression you may make on others. Whose life have you touched today? Thank you Lynne:) (\o/) (\o/) The Old Paths I liked the old paths, when: Moms were at home Dads were at work. Brothers went into the army. And sisters got married BEFORE having children! Crime did not pay; Hard work did; And people knew the difference. Moms could cook; Dads would work; Children would behave. Husbands were loving; Wives were supportive; And children were polite. Women wore the jewelry; And Men wore the pants. Women looked like ladies; Men looked like gentlemen; And children looked decent. People loved the truth, And hated a lie; They came to church to get IN, Not to get OUT! Hymns sounded Godly; Sermons sounded helpful; Rejoicing sounded normal; And crying sounded sincere. Cursing was wicked; Drinking was evil; and divorce was unthinkable. The flag was honored; America was beautiful; And God was welcome! We read the Bible in public; Prayed in school; And preached from house to house To be called an American was worth dying for; To be called a Christian was worth living for; To be called a traitor was a shame! S*x was a personal word. Homos*xual was an unheard of word, And abortion was an illegal word. Preachers preached because they had a message; And Christians rejoiced because they had the VICTORY! Preachers preached from the Bible; Singers sang from the heart; And sinners turned to the Lord to be SAVED! A new birth meant a new life; Salvation meant a changed life; Following Christ led to eternal life. Being a preacher meant you proclaimed the word of God; Being a deacon meant you would serve the Lord; Being a Christian meant you would live for Jesus; And being a sinner meant someone was praying for you! Laws were based on the Bible; Homes read the Bible; And churches taught the Bible. Preachers were more interested in new converts, Than new clothes and new cars. God was worshiped; Christ was exalted; and the Holy Spirit was respected. Church was where you found Christians on the Lord's Day, Rather than in the garden, on the creek bank, on the golf course, Or being entertained somewhere else. I still like the old paths the best. Thank you Kay:) (\o/) (\o/) God is always near me~ http://www.blesstheday.com/index.cfm?action=view&id=6203&scid=0 (\o/) (\o/) 36 Christian Ways To Reduce Stress An Angel says, "Never borrow from the future. If you worry about what may happen tomorrow and it doesn't happen, you have worried in vain. Even if it does happen, you have to worry twice." 1. Pray 2. Go to bed on time. 3. Get up on time so you can start the day unrushed. 4. Say No to projects that won't fit into your time schedule, or that will compromise your mental health. 5. Delegate tasks to capable others. 6. Simplify and unclutter your life. 7. Less is more. (Although one is often not enough, two are often too many.) 8. Allow extra time to do things and to get to places. 9. Pace yourself. Spread out big changes and difficult projects over time; don't lump the hard things all together. 10. Take one day at a time. 11. Separate worries from concerns. If a situation is a concern, find out what God would have you do and let go of the anxiety. If you can't do anything about a situation, forget it. 12. Live within your budget; don't use credit cards for ordinary purchases. 13. Have backups; an extra car key in your wallet, an extra house key buried in the garden, extra stamps, etc. 14. K.M.S. (Keep Mouth Shut). This single piece of advice can prevent an enormous amount of trouble. 15. Do something for the Kid in You everyday. 16. Carry a Bible with you to read while waiting in line. 17. Get enough rest. 18. Eat right. 19. Get organized so everything has its place. 20. Listen to a tape while driving that can help improve your quality of life. 21. Write down thoughts and inspirations. 22. Every day, find time to be alone. 23. Having problems? Talk to God on the spot. Try to nip small problems in the bud. Don't wait until it's time to go to bed to try and pray. 24. Make friends with Godly people. 25. Keep a folder of favorite scriptures on hand. 26. Remember that the shortest bridge between despair and hope is often a good "Thank you Jesus." 27. Laugh. 28. Laugh some more! 29. Take your work seriously, but not yourself at all. 30. Develop a forgiving attitude (most people are doing the best they can). 31. Be kind to unkind people (they probably need it the most). 32. Sit on your ego. 33. Talk less; listen more. 34. Slow down. 35. Remind yourself that you are not the general manager of the universe. 36 . Every night before bed, think of one thing you're grateful for that you've never been grateful for before. GOD HAS A WAY OF TURNING THINGS AROUND FOR YOU. "If God is for us, who can be against us?" (Romans 8:31) Thank you again Kay:) (\o/) (\o/) God wanted me to tell you.... It shall be well with you this year. No matter how much your enemies try this year, they will not succeed. You have been destined to make it and you shall surely achieve all your goals this year. For the remaining months of the year, All your agonies will be diverted and victory and prosperity will be incoming in abundance. Today God has confirmed the end of your sufferings sorrows and pains because HE that sits on the throne has remembered you. He has taken away the hardships and given you JOY. He will never let you down. I knocked at heaven' s door this morning, God asked me... My child! what can I do for you? And I said, Father, please protect and bless my friends and family today... God smiled and answered... Request granted. Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God... Thank you Donna A:) (\o/) (\o/) Come, Ye Thankful People, Come http://home.fuse.net/rust/228 (\o/) (\o/) To all of you from Kay & me:) Pebble in the Water Drop a pebble in the water, just a splash, and it is gone, / But there's half a hundred ripples circling on and on and on; / Spreading, spreading from the center, / flowing out into the sea, / But there isn't any way of telling where the end is going to be. / Drop a pebble in the water; in a minute you forget, / But there's little waves a-flowing, and there's ripples circling yet, And there's little ripples flowing, to a great big wave have grown. And you've disturbed a mighty river just by dropping in a stone. Drop an unkind word or gesture; in a minute it is gone, / But there's half a hundred ripples circling on and on and on; / They keep spreading, spreading, spreading / from the center as they go, / And there isn't any way to stop them once you start them on to flow. / Drop an unkind word or gesture, in a minute you forget, / But there's little waves a-flowing, and there's ripples circling yet, / And perhaps in some sad heart a mighty wave of tears you've stirred, / And disturbed a life that's happy when you dropped that unkind word. Drop a word of cheer and kindness; just a flash and it is gone, / But there's half a hundred ripples, circling on and on and on, / Bearing hope and joy and comfort on each splashing, dashing wave, / 'Til you wouldn't believe the volume of the one kind word you gave. / Drop a word of cheer and kindness; in a minute you forget, / But there's gladness still a-swelling and there's joy a-circling yet, / And you've rolled a wave of comfort, whose sweet music can be heard / Over miles and miles of water, just by dropping a kind word. The verse says it all...spread a little kindness on your way... Love & hugs 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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