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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:) * * Please ~Vote...we (you & me) can be #1:) http://www.top50.to/inclick.php?ID=20600 aol link (\o/) God Knows http://www.funpages.com/godknows/ Thank you Elaine & Arnie:) (\o/) (\o/) God is like... A fifth grade teacher in a Christian school asked her class to look at TV commercials and see if they could use them in some way to communicate ideas about God. Here are some of the results: God is like... BAYER ASPIRIN He works miracles. God is like... a FORD He's got a better idea. God is like... COKE He's the real thing. God is like... HALLMARK CARDS He cares enough to send His very best. God is like... TIDE He gets the stains out that others leave behind. God is like... GENERAL ELECTRIC He brings good things to life. God is like... SEARS He has everything. God is like... ALKA-SELTZER Try him, you'll like Him. God is like... SCOTCH TAPE You can 't see him, but you know He's there. God is like... DELTA He's ready when you are. God is like... ALLSTATE You're in good hands with Him. God is like... VO-5 Hair Spray He holds through all kinds of weather. God is like... DIAL SOAP Aren't you glad you have Him? Don't you wish everybody did? God is like... the U.S. POST OFFICE Neither rain, nor snow, nor sleet nor ice will keep Him from His appointed destination. Thank you Renie:) (\o/) (\o/) "Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God. He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love. In this was manifested the love of God toward us, because that God sent his only begotten Son into the world, that we might live through him. Herein is love, not that we loved God, but that he loved us, and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins. Beloved, if God so loved us, we ought also to love one another." -(1 John 4:7-11) (\o/) (\o/) Happiness keeps You Sweet, Trials keep You Strong, Sorrows keep You Human, Failures keeps You Humble, Success keeps You Glowing, But Only God keeps You Going! Thank you Louise H:) (\o/) (\o/) The Ladybug on My Shoulder A message from God helped me see that I am never alone. By Stephanie Spencer My 8-month-old daughter, Madison, died three years ago on January 29, after a three-day illness. After she died, I had a hard time remembering anything before her terrible last three days. One memory that did stand out was of her first Christmas. I had dressed her in a red "My First Christmas" outfit with little black patent leather shoes. I remembered how her big brown eyes shone so brightly. Her smile was so big, I could see her new teeth coming in. She was so full of life. At that moment, as I was living in the memory, I thought about how much she reminded me of a ladybug, a cute-as-a-button ladybug. From then on I started collecting ladybug crafts. Last year, during another time of sorrow and pain, one special moment changed everything and uplifted my broken spirit. My loving grandmother passed away. My whole family came from all over for her funeral. We gathered, reminiscing about all the good times we had with her. In spite of all the family around, inside I was hurting and felt alone. Before the funeral, I went for a walk, hoping to have some alone time with God and say a prayer. "God help me, give me strength..." As I was walking, I looked down and something caught my eye. On my shoulder was a red ladybug. I knew without a doubt I wasn't alone. Had it been anything other than a ladybug, I might have missed it, but God knows how important ladybugs are to me. God was there with me, and my daughter was too. This is just one example among thousands of God's grace, love, and faithfulness. He is always with us, answering our prayers, and sometimes, when we need him the most, he's right there where we can see him--even in a shape of a little red ladybug. After seeing the ladybug on my shoulder and knowing my prayer about needing His help had been answered, I said, "Thank You for walking with me, being with me, and getting me through this." Although my grandmother's funeral was hard, it wasn't as hard as it would have been if I didn't have God right there holding my hand. Life without my daughter isn't as hard as it could be because I know where she is and Who is with her. Thank you Kay:) (\o/) (\o/) Be Still Many years ago a little boy was given a priceless possession: his deceased grandfather's gold pocket watch. How he treasured it. But one day, while playing at his father's ice plant, he lost the watch amidst all the ice and sawdust. He searched and scratched, becoming frantic, but no watch. Then he suddenly realized what to do. He stopped scurrying around and became very still. In the silence he heard the watch ticking. (\o/) (\o/) Roses for Rose By James A. Kisner Red roses were her favorites - her name was also Rose - And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows. The year he died the roses were delivered to her door. The card said, "Be my Valentine," like all the years before. Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say, "I love you even more this year than last year on this day. My love for you will always grow with every passing year." She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear. She thought, "He ordered roses in advance before this day." Her loving husband did not know that he would pass away. He always liked to do things early, way before the time. Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine. She trimmed the stems and placed them in a very special vase, Then sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face. She would sit for hours, in her husband's favorite chair, While staring at his picture and the roses sitting there. A year went by and it was hard to live without her mate, With loneliness and solitude that had become her fate. Then, the very hour, as on Valentines before, The doorbell rang, and there were roses sitting by her door. She brought the roses in, and then just looked at them in shock, Then went to get the telephone, to call the florist shop. The owner answered and she asked him if he would explain, Why would someone do this to her, causing her such pain? "I know your husband passed away more than a year ago," The owner said. "I knew you'd call, and you would want to know, The flowers you received today were paid for in advance. Your husband always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance. "There is a standing order that I have on file down here, And he has paid well in advance; you'll get them every year. There also is another thing that I think you should know: He wrote a special little card . . . he did this years ago. "Then, should ever I find out that he's no longer here, That's the card that should be sent to you the following year." She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard, Her fingers shaking, as she slowly reached to get the card. Inside the card she saw that he had written her a note. Then, as she stared in total silence, this is what he wrote. . . . "Hello, my love, I know it's been a year since I've been gone, I hope it hasn't been too hard for you to overcome. "I know it must be lonely, and the pain is very real, For if it were the other way, I know how I would feel. The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life. I loved you more than words can say. You were the perfect wife. "You were my friend and lover, you fulfilled my every need. I know it's only been a year, but please try not to grieve. I want you to be happy, even when you shed your tears. That is why the roses will be sent to you for years. "When you get these roses, think of all the happiness That we had together, and how both of us were blessed. I have always loved you, and I know I always will. But, my love, you must go on, you have some living still. "Please try to find happiness, while living out your days. I know it is not easy, but I hope you find some ways. The roses will come every year, and they will only stop When your door's not answered when the florist stops to knock. "He will come five times that day, in case you have gone out. But after his last visit, he will know without a doubt To take the roses to the place where I've instructed him, And place the roses where we are, together once again." Thank you Kay:) (\o/) (\o/) All I Need to Know About Life I Learned From Trees It's important to have roots. In today's complex world, it pays to branch out. Don't pine away over old flames. If you really believe in something, don't be afraid to go out on a limb. Be flexible so you don't break when a harsh wind blows. Sometimes you have to shed your old bark in order to grow. If you want to maintain accurate records, keep a log. Grow where you're planted. It's perfectly okay to be a late bloomer. Avoid people who would like to cut you down. Get all spruced up when you have a hot date. If the party gets boring or dangerous, just leaf. You can't hide your true colors as you approach the autumn of your life. It's more important to be honest than poplar. (\o/) (\o/) Slender Thread As his mother drove away, eleven-year-old Billy stood by the curb and cried. His mother was an abusive drug addict; still, she was all he had. Now he was to live with his aunt. A wave of desolation mounted in his chest. Aunt Val had no interest in caring for him, either. Billy was left alone, living off peanut butter, stale bread and cereal. In the evenings he spent his time listening to the voices of the five children who lived next door, the laughter and shouts, and the firm voice of their mama sending them to bed. On Sunday morning, as they packed into the car for church, Mama noticed Billy watching her kids from the shadow of his doorway. He looked like trouble: His face was defiant and his shabby clothes hung loose on his thin frame. What kind of life did this boy have? He made her uneasy; yet she saw the hurt that showed in his dark eyes. Billy's face haunted her while she sat through the service. When they got home, he was still there. His eyes followed the children as they piled chattering from the car. Mama's heart caught as her boy, Cecil, paused and asked, "What's your name?" "Billy." "How old are you?" Cecil asked. "Eleven, almost twelve," said Billy. "Me, too. Want to come inside? We're going out to play basketball after we change clothes." Mama bit her lip as Billy followed Cecil inside. The next afternoon, Billy came home with Cecil after school. "Billy's aunt ain't never home, so I said he could come over here," Cecil said. But Billy didn't fit in with the rhythm of their household. When the children did their homework Billy was a distraction, chattering thoughtlessly while they tried to concentrate. He used foul language and bullied the younger children. A sour feeling settled in Mama's stomach. Billy was not going to be a good influence on her kids. The following day, Mama saw Billy hanging around the front of the apartments when she got back from her job driving the school bus. A cigarette hung in his mouth. He ducked away when he saw her, which only made her dislike him more. After basketball that evening Billy came inside with Cecil. The boys had found an expensive tennis shoe at the courts and wanted to show it to Mama. "I'm gonna buy shoes like these some day," Billy bragged. "I'm gonna have all the money I want." Mama shivered. She could imagine how Billy would get the money to buy what he wanted. She didn't like the man she feared he would become. Cecil was looking at Billy and the flashy shoe with envy. It made Mama angry; she didn't want Billy's kind leading her children astray. When Billy left, she told Cecil, "I won't have you hanging out with Billy. He's not going where I want you to go." Cecil's _expression clouded. "Don't, Mama. There's something good in Billy. I know it. He needs us." Mama shook her head. She was adamant. Her family came first, and Billy was bad news. That night she dreamt of Billy, crying while his mother drove away. He turned to Mama but she only shook her head. In her dream an older Billy faced her, his face hardened, his eyes cold. He wore the expensive tennis shoes. He stared at her in agony with a bullet wound in his chest, then collapsed and lay still on the concrete. Light flashed and an angel stood beside her. He asked: "Did you do your best?" Mama woke and tried to push the dream from her mind. It could not be erased. Life had failed Billy. Would she fail him, too? It was early. Light dawned outside. Mama tried to sleep, but when she closed her eyes she saw Billy sprawled on the concrete. She got up and went into the kitchen to start some coffee. The Billy of her dream was fresh in her mind - a lost little boy trying to act tough in a frightening world. Billy's future hung by a slender thread. She could either hold it tightly or release it to the wind. She knew what she would want someone to do for her Cecil, if anything were to happen to her. Later that morning, when Cecil came into the kitchen she said, "You were right about Billy. But there has to be some rules. You bring him home after school. I want to talk to him." That afternoon, Mama drew Billy aside. "I think there's a lot of good in you and I want us to be friends. But there are going to be some rules. You come home with Cecil each day and do your homework without any talking. If you have any questions, you ask me. You and Cecil need to help me start supper, and you may stay and eat with us. If you work hard and stay in school, someday you'll get those shoes you want." Billy looked into Mama's face. She met his searching eyes. Then he nodded. Mama patted his shoulder. "It won't be easy. If you goof off, I'll send you home. But I really hope you'll choose to stay." Right off, Billy tested Mama and got sent home. But as the weeks passed, more and more often he stayed for supper. On Sundays he often went with the family to church. Over the years Billy changed. His hardness fell away, he trusted Mama and her firm guidance, and he came to her whenever he had problems. Mama kept in touch with Billy's teachers and followed his progress at school. On the day of his high school graduation, Billy grinned as Mama snapped a picture. He raised the edge of the long green robe to reveal a present to himself, bought with money he'd saved from his summer job. Tears came to Mama's eyes when she saw the new tennis shoes. She could almost feel the angel's hand resting on her shoulder. Yes, she'd done her best. (\o/) (\o/) To all of you from me:) "Living Righteously in a Wicked World" "You have a choice. You can wring your hands and be consumed with concern for the future or choose to use the counsel the Lord has given to live with peace and happiness in a world awash with evil." -Richard G. Scott Let's all do something peaceful today...listen to quiet music, calm a troubled soul (adult or child), promote peace to someone who is a bit angered over something/someone, pray for world peace, give a special or overwhelmed person peace by taking over their responsibilities for a few hours or days. Let there be peace on earth, let it begin with me:) 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! Patsy *S* ---Important-Disclaimer at the bottom of this page--- Please Read. http://www.pakadevasfreebees.com This e-news-letter uses third party *ads & *links & *swaps with other -web-sites, if you no longer wish to stay with us, 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. 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