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*Welcome everyone* to our Sunday 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...Patsy xoxoxo 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 *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 What?!! Not a member of PakadevasFreebees yet? Join Here:) http://www.ezinester.com/mpb/ml_fs.cgi?topic=97178 Beautiful notes from you:) Hey Patsy.. (I'm from your List) Hi. I would like to take a moment to tell you that I think that you and your family are VERY strong. You guys have dealt with something that I somewhat had to deal with with my Granny. I believe that God will have His Angels help you guys all the way through. In my deepest regards, Jessica * * A heart felt note to you and Kay. For weeks now I have wanted to write you both a note and tell you how much you ladies have meant to me. I cannot imagine the pain that you two strong ladies have suffered over the last two years but you both muster on and get the job done. I know that it hurts and you are lost and lonely some days and you think the sun will never shine again. Then you will get a note telling you that someone is thinking of you and that you are prayed for and thought of daily. You two are such fine examples of how we should all strive to face each one of the pains and the agonies that life gives us. You don't give up you just square your shoulders and march on. I am so proud to know each of you. I've never met you face to face but I know you in my heart and soul. I think of you all often and with much love and compassion. I take a moment to stop and pray that the Heavenly Father will hold you up until you can stand on your own and make the journey to be with the men you love. Take care of each other and know that we are praying for you. Annette Hancock and the other people that are in your groups. * * Please ~Vote...we (you & me) can be #1:) http://www.top50.to/inclick.php?ID=20600 aol link (\o/) Indian Blessing http://www.mamarocks.com/indian_blessing.htm Thank you Renie:) (\o/) (\o/) The Scent A cold March wind danced around the dead of night in Dallas as the doctor walked into the small hospital room of Diana Blessing. She was still groggy from surgery. Her husband, David held her hand as they braced themselves for! the latest news. That afternoon of March 10, 1991, complications had forced Diana, only 24-weeks pregnant, to undergo an emergency Cesarean to deliver couple's new daughter, Dana Lu Blessing. At 12 inches long and weighing only one pound nine ounces, they already knew she was perilously premature. Still, the doctor's soft words dropped like bombs. "I don't think she's going to make it," he said, as kindly as he could "There's only a 10-percent chance she will live through the night and even then if by some slim chance she does make it, her future could be a very cruel one." Numb with disbelief, David and Diana listened as the doctor described the devastating problems Dana would likely face if she survived. She would never walk, she would never talk, she would probably be blind and she would certainly be prone to other catastrophic conditions from cerebral palsy to complete mental retardation and on and on. "No! No!" was all Diana could say. She and David, with their 5-year-old son Dustin, had long dreamed of the day they would have a daughter to become a family of four. Now within a matter of hours that dream was slipping away. But as those first days passed, a new agony set in for David and Diana. Because Dana's underdeveloped nervous system was essentially 'raw', the lightest kiss or caress only intensified her discomfort. So they couldn't even cradle their tiny baby girl against their chests to offer the strength of their love. All they could do, as Dana struggled alone beneath the ultraviolet light in the tangle of tubes and wires, was to pray that God would stay close to their precious little girl. There was never a moment when Dana suddenly grew stronger. But as the weeks went by, she did slowly gain an ounce of weight here and an ounce of strength there. At last, when Dana turned two months old, her parents were able to hold her in their arms for the very first time. And two months later, though doctors continued to gently but grimly warn that her chances of surviving, much less living any kind of normal life, were next to zero, Dana went home from the hospital, just as her mother had predicted. Five years later, when Dana was a petite but feisty young girl with glittering gray eyes and an unquenchable zest for life. She showed no signs whatsoever of any mental or physical impairment. Simply, she was everything a little girl can be and more. But that happy ending is far from the end of her story. One blistering afternoon in the summer of 1996 near her home in Irving, Texas, Dana was sitting in her mother's lap in the bleachers of a local ball park where her brother Dustin's baseball team was practicing. As always, Dana was chattering nonstop with her mother and several other adults sitting nearby when she suddenly fell silent. Hugging her arms across her chest, little Dana asked, "Do you smell that?" Smelling the air and detecting the approach of a thunderstorm, Diana replied, "Yes, it smells like rain." Dana closed her eyes and again asked, "Do you smell that?" Once again, her mother replied, "Yes, I think we're about to get wet. It smells like rain." Still caught in the moment, Dana shook her head, patted her thin shoulders with her small hands and loudly announced, "No, it smells like Him. It smells like God when you lay your head on His chest" Tears blurred Diana's eyes as Dana happily hopped down to play with the other children. Before the rains came, her daughter's words confirmed what Diana and all the members of the extended Blessing family had known, at least in their hearts, all along. During those long days and nights of her first two months of her life, when her nerves were too sensitive for them to touch her, God was holding Dana on His chest and it is His loving SCENT that she remembers so well. "I can do all things in Him who strengthens me." Thank you Elaine & Arnie:) (\o/) (\o/) Why God gave us Friends http://www.funpages.com/godfriends/ (\o/) (\o/) I knelt to pray but not for long, I had too much to do. I had to hurry and get to work For bills would soon be due. So I knelt and said a hurried prayer, And jumped up off my knees. My Christian duty was now done My soul could rest at ease..... All day long I had no time To spread a word of cheer No time to speak of Christ to friends, They'd laugh at me I'd fear. No time, no time, too much to do, That was my constant cry, No time to give to souls in need But at last the time, the time to die. I went before the Lord, I came, I stood with downcast eyes. For in his hands God! held a book; It was the book of life. God looked into his book and said "Your name I cannot find I once was going to write it down... But never found the time" Thank you Lynne D:) (\o/) (\o/) Letting Go "Forgetting those things which are behind ... I press on toward the goal" (Philippians 3:13, NIV). The story is told of two monks who had gone on a day's journey. During the day the weather had become very nasty. On the way home that evening they had to cross a flooded fjord where a woman who needed help to get to the other side was waiting. Seeing her dilemma one of the monks picked her up and carried her across. Later that evening the monk who didn't help the woman condemned the one who did saying, "You were wrong this afternoon helping that lady. You know that in our order we are to have no dealings with the opposite s*x." To which the other monk replied, "I carried her only across the stream. You are carrying her still." When we carry hurts, grudges, resentments, guilt, grief or any unresolved issues from the past and fail to let go of them, we contaminate our present relationships with them. As another said, "Every unshed tear [and unresolved negative emotion] is a prism through which all of life's hurts are distorted." True, we are to forget the past but we can't until we resolve it. Repressing hurts isn't forgetting them. All it does is bury them where they will take root, gather interest and come out in other damaging ways at a later time, either emotionally, relationally, physically, and/or spiritually. We need to get all of these pains off our chest, express them in creative ways, forgive whoever has hurt us, and then let go of them. Only then can we truly forget those negative things which are behind and get on with our life free of these encumbrances. "Dear God, help me to resolve any and all unresolved issues from the past and let go of any hurt, anger, grief, fears, and resentment so I won't take these things out on others, and so I will be free to fully live and fully love. Thank you for hearing and answering my prayer. Gratefully, in Jesus' name, amen." Thank you Kay:) (\o/) (\o/) Take my Son A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art. When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son. About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands. He said, "Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art." The young man held out this package. "I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this." The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. "Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift." The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected. The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection. On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. "We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?" There was silence. Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, "We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one." But the auctioneer persisted. "Will somebody bid for this painting. Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?" Another voice angrily. "We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Goghs, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!" But still the auctioneer continued. "The son! The son! Who'll take the son?" Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. "I'll give $10 for the painting." Being a poor man, it was all he could afford. "We have $10, who will bid $20?" "Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters." "$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?" The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son. They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections. The auctioneer pounded the gavel. "Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!" A man sitting on the second row shouted, "Now let's get on with the collection!" The auctioneer laid down his gavel. "I'm sorry, the auction is over." "What about the paintings?" "I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings. The man who took the son gets everything!" God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on the cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: "The son, the son, who'll take the son?" Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything. FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE...THAT'S LOVE (\o/) (\o/) Ten Commandments for Getting Along With People 1. Speak to people. There is nothing as nice as a cheerful word of greeting. 2. Smile at people. It takes seventy-two muscles to frown and only fourteen to smile. 3. Call people by name. The sweetest music to anyone's ears is the sound of his or her name. 4. Be friendly and helpful. If you would have friends, be friendly. 5. Be cordial. Speak and act as if everything you do is a genuine pleasure [make sure that it is]. 6. Be genuinely interested in people. You can find something interesting about every person. 7. Be generous with praise ... and cautious with criticism. 8. Be considerate of the feelings of others. It will be appreciated. 9. Be thoughtful of the opinion of others. There are three sides to a conversation/argument: yours, the other person's, and the right one! 10. Be alert to give service. What you do for others is important. (\o/) (\o/) WE WIN... SO, GRIN! It seems that you have dropped your smile. That's okay, I'll give you one. I have a plentiful supply Through Jesus Christ, God's Son. You say this life has robbed you of your joy and hope, again? Does your aching heart feel empty? Is your spirit panting, friend? When you're on your back, remember, You can always look above, >From whence comes your Salvation To heal you with His Love. Open that thirsty mouth of yours and lift those empty hands To the God Who has the power to pour floods on desert sands. The Creator of the universe Wants you to know He cares. He formed you in your mother's womb, He keeps tract of all your hairs. If He bothers with the little things and sees all the secret places, Don't you think He cares enough to bring smiles to tired faces? Why do we frown like losers When we have the victory? All battles have been won by Christ. And His blood has set us free! Thank you Kay:) (\o/) (\o/) The Cost of Kids http://www.positivethoughts.com/costofkids.htm Thank you Renie:) (\o/) (\o/) Nothing is more simple than prayer. . . . If we have faith that our Heavenly Father lives and that we can commune with Him in a very direct way, then prayer becomes one of the most beautiful, lovely, simple acts that we can do. -Glen L. Rudd (\o/) (\o/) To all of you from me:) "Select a few people to be particularly kind to today - those you were a little harsh with yesterday." -Norman Vincent Peale, Author and Speaker If you weren't harsh to anyone...pick someone to be especially kind to anyway, maybe it will make their day, or week, or life:) God Bless you! 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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