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Now on to the good stuff..........

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Tippy

Michael Smith

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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  When young Robbie was born, his grandparents had a German Sheppard

named, Jack. Jack was old and did not care for too many people to be around, but

when Robbie was there, he would lick his face and allow him to ride his back

around the yard. When Robbie was three, Jack died. At every visit to his grandparents, he would mourn the loss of his friend.

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  Tippy was a plain, brown, mix-breed mutt, who had all of young Robbie??™s love.

A friend had given Tippy to the family around the time of Jack??™s death. Tippy and

Robbie became inseparable. Tippy played ball with Robbie, lay in the grass with him,

chased him around the yard or on his bike, and even tug-of-war with a rope. The loss of

Jack was soon a memory.

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  Their back yard was fenced in. If Tippy was locked in the yard and heard Robbie

on the other side, Tippy would literally climb the fence to be with him. Wherever Robbie

was, Tippy was sure to be close by. If Robbie??™s mom wanted to know where Robbie was,

she??™d call Tippy, who would bark, and let her know where they were. It was a typical

boy/dog relationship, full of love and friendship.

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  When Robbie was four, Tippie made a mistake. He ran into the street, was struck

by a car and killed. Robbie was devastated. The friendship was over, but not the love.

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  Around the time of Tippie??™s death, Robbie??™s dad bought a sorrow-colored quarter

horse named Luke. A new relationship began. Luke was a three year old gelding. Green

broke, he was wild and stubborn when Robbie??™s dad rode him. However, with Robbie the

horse was the opposite. He was two horses in one.

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  On Play Day, a sort of fair, Luke would be tied to the trailer, and Robbie would

swing from his tail or play with his toys around his hooves. Luke wouldn??™t move,

completely content to have young Robbie at his side.

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  When Robbie was big enough to ride, his parents would put him on Luke??™s back,

and Luke would hang his head and plod along, as if he had children on his back his whole

life. If Robbie??™s dad rode him, Luke would scotch and prance around. Luke just seemed

to know children were special and needed protection.

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  For several years, Robbie and his dad competed in Play Day events and won

many ribbons and trophies.

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  Luke and Robbie turned five the same year. Young Robbie started half days

at school. One October morning, Luke got into the tack room and ate all the oats in

a barrel. He became very ill. The vet tried to save him, but failed. Luke was gone.

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  Robbie??™s mom agonized over how she was going to tell Robbie the news of

Luke??™s death. She kept telling herself she was not going to cry. She was going to

sit Robbie down, try to explain what happened, and why sometimes things like

this happen.

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  Robbie came home from school. She took him to his bedroom, and sat

beside him on the bed. ???Robbie, I have something I have to tell you.???

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  Young Robbie looked up at his mom. ???Mama, I know Luke died today.???

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  She stared down at him. ???How could you know, Robbie? It just happened.???

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  ???Mama, we played in the playground at school today. While I was playing,

Tippy stuck his head out of the clouds and told me that Luke had died and was with

him and Jack. He said not to cry, because they were taking care of him.???

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  Mom??™s resolve not to cry was forgotten. She pulled him into her arms, as

her tears dripped down on him. She stared to the ceiling in wonder and whispered,

???Thank you, Tippy.???

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Michael Smith

Fort Lee, NJ

mtsmith@qwestonline.com
Read my Stories at http://heartsandhumor.com/blog/

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Today's Queue Stories
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~ Where to Start ~

Joyce C. Lock
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? ? ? ?  When God's thoughts were written in the Bible, they did not have the same meaning as our interpretation of words.?  He even told us, ???My thoughts are not your thoughts,??? Is. 55:8.
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? ? ? ?  Almost every word of significance, within the Bible, has its own definition; given somewhere in the Bible.?  God hides things from the wise and prudent and reveals them to babes, Lu. 10:21.
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? ? ? ?  God is His own commentator.?  He does not need anything, including interpreters.
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? ? ? ?  Study to show yourself approved; compare scripture with scripture, rightly DIVIDING the word of truth.?  (If you don't, it isn't truth.)?  It can only be spiritually discerned.?  He told us all these things and more.?  Was anyone listening?
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When you seek ME with your whole heart, you will find ME.
When you seek MY definition of the words, you will find MY heart and intent.
Your knowledge will pass away.?  My words are forever.
And, My Truth will set you free.
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? ? ? ?  When we are ready to do away with doctrines of men (gods of this world) and start over as a little child (letting God be our teacher), the Bible takes on new life; more abundantly.?  His Spirit will guide us to the truths we need, in the moments of our day, and the Spirit will not lie.?  God promised, I Jn. 2:27.
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? ? ? ?  God is not dead.?  He will walk with you, talk with you, and be the best counselor you have ever had.?  Trade your thoughts for God's, your ways for His.?  We can live victoriously, when we put our faith in Him.

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"Trust in the Lord with all thine heart,
and lean not unto thine own understanding."

Proverbs 3:5
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?© by Joyce C. Lock
http://our.homewithgod.com/heavenlyinspirations/

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Poetry Section

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. .?  They will sparkle in His land like jewels in a crown.

Zechariah 9:16

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There once was a young woman, who had a beautiful

little girl, with blonde hair and blue eyes.

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Having been in an abusive and battered marriage,

the mother's self esteem was at a low point in her life,

and she felt unable, at times,

to cope with everyday concerns.

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The little girl, Jane, liked to play dress up with her mother.

It was her favorite activity.

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Sometimes, not in the spirit of the game,

her mother would give in, anyway, to appease her child,

in spite of mental fragmentation,

and emotional wounds,

which just didn't seem to heal.

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Years later, she related how the roles had changed,

during this period,

as her little girl seemed to pick her? up more often,

than she picked up her little girl.

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As the months went on by,

and her little girl? kept insisting that her mother

was as beautiful as a Princess

from some faraway land,

it reminded her of a Scripture in the Bible,

she had heard long ago,

about being jewels in a crown.

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She took her Bible down from the shelf,

and began to read.

After some time, she felt better about herself,

her life,

and all things concerning her.

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She began to take more interest in her child,

in herself,

and grew out of the depressive state,

which had held her in bondage,

for so long.

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She would look at herself in the mirror,

and quote the Scripture about being

able to sparkle like jewels in God's land.

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As we look into the mirror,

we, often, are critical of little flaws that we may either

imagine or see,

upon our faces.? 

Sometimes, we may even? imagine

that our insecurities

manifest themselves? upon our faces,

in the little lines and wrinkles which are ours.

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Feelings of inadequacy in life, low self esteem,

will distract us from the course which God has planned

for us,

and will lead us away from the pathway,

which holds the stepping stones to our successes.

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We are able to rise up from the ash heaps of yesterday,

from all the emotional traumas that we have experienced,

even when we think we cannot.

God can give us strength to do so.

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We don't have to remain in the pain of yesterday,

and we can actually live in the joys of today,

one day at a time.

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We need only to trust.

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We are all princes and princesses in the courts of our God,

and He thinks we are all beautiful.

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If you are one of those,

like Jane's mother,

who think that you are not acceptable in God's eyes,

know that you truly are.

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God used the little girl as a messenger to her mother.

There is a messenger upon your pathway,

being used of God,

to give you instructions.

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Take heed to God's direction,

and ask Him to open up your spiritual ears,

so that you may hear His voice.

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None of us wish to miss the mark,

to be led down the pathway in the dark.

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God is the God of light,

and His way is filled with

Sonshine.

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?© Sandra Lewis Pringle

In memory of my friend, Jane

(1948-1966)

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? Fall Of Life

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Just as the leaves of Fall first begin to die,

and separate from the branch,

of the tree of Life,

so do we, as we begin to fall,

into heaviness, depression, and strife.

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As they lie upon the ground,

all scattered, fragmented and torn,

so are our lives,

whenever we are feeling weary,

tired, and worn.

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Unlike the leaves of beautiful Fall,

which only live for seasons;

we are able to thrive, be nourished,

and not die,

from any turmoil, any reason.

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We may continue to cling,

to the branch of Life,

and cling with all our might.

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For, we have a Father,

Who is more than able,

to turn our worst experiences,

into all things that are right.

Sandra Lewis Pringle

SLPEnt1@aol.com

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My name is Sandra Lewis Pringle.?  Writing is, and always has been, a favorite pasttime of mine, since a child.? ?  I often would make up little stories to entertain my cousins, and friends, at times we had nothing else to do.

? ?  I wrote poetry at a young age, and then began to write more seriously, as the years passed.

? ?  I began an inspirational greetings site, online, in 1998.?  By that time, I had gathered several people who wished to read poetry, and with whom I had been sending out prayers, in answer to prayer requests.

? ?  The name of my poetry site is "Greetings from the Heart and Soul."
Greetings From The Heart And Soul

? ?  Later, I added my daily devotionals, "Morning Glorythoughts", and that readership has grown by leaps and bounds.? ?  Praise God.

Morning Glorythoughts Daily Devotionals

? ? ? ? ?  And since I also like to play with photography, I have recently added onto the internet, my own gallery of photos, which glorify the Presence of Almighty God all around us.

Sandra's Gallery of Photography

? ? ? ?  I reside in North Carolina, grew up in the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains, and this is where I call home.

? ? ?  I hope that if you visit any of my websites, you will enjoy and be blessed.

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