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Dec 18, 2005?
Today??™s Announcements:
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? Today we have two new writers for Storytime
Tapestry;? Nooshie West is writer number
274, and Barbara J. Williams, writer number 275.? Please email both these wonderful ladies and
tell them how much you appreciate their work.
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Now on to the good stuff..........
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Today's Christmas
Contest Stories
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SPECIAL DELIVERY?
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BY Nooshie West
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When I was 20 I was poor.? I had lost my job through
redundancy and Christmas 1976 was just around the
corner.? ? ? ? ?
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I lived in a bleak bed-sitting room in a big Victorian
house and never spoke to the other faceless and nameless young people who lived
in the other rooms.? ? We passed like shadows in the dingy hallway on
our way to the communal bathroom or the greasy kitchen.
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1976 had been a bad year for me.? I had ended a
relationship with a long-term boyfriend due to him being unfaithful and had
given? up my comfortable flat in a leafy suburb because my boss had to make
"cut backs".? ?
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Three days before Christmas I sat huddled under a blanket
in my cold room, candles glimmering in the gloom as I could not afford the
money for the electricity meter.? ? ? ? I heard through my
thick blanket, muffled voices coming from the room next to mine.? It has
been empty for several weeks and this must be the new tenant moving in.?
"Lucky sod!"? ? I though to myself grimly.? I must have
dozed off because I was woken by soft knocking on my door.? I scrambled
stiffly out of my blanket and struggled towards the door.? ? When I
opened it I saw a little figure standing in the dark hallway.? ? ?
She was holding a candle and it illuminated her pretty face.? She was
smiling broadly and held out a gloved hand to me.
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"Hi there.? My names Julie.? I've left
home and moved in next door.? Would you like to come in and have a cup of
tea?"
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How could I refuse.? I was
freezing.? ? ? I followed her into her brightly lit and warm
bedsit and was surprised at how cosy it was.? ? ? A thick quilt
covered the narrow bed and comfy colourful cushions were strewn on the dowdy
sofa.? ? ? Bright pop posters were already adorning the peeling
walls.? ? ? ? When Julie turned towards me as she put the
kettle on, I could see she was heavily pregnant.
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Over the next few hours and several cups of tea, Julie
explained to me that she had left home because she was pregnant and her
strictly religious parents had told her she must give up the baby when it was
born.? ? They had hidden it from the parishioners at their local
church for long enough and were terrified of Julie's secret becoming
known.? ? ? ? ? ? Julie wanted to keep her
baby.? ? ? She had a small amount of savings and had packed her bags,
and with the help of an understanding friend, found this little
bedsit.? ? Her safe haven from those who would take her baby from her
- if they could.? ? ? She told me that her baby was due on 1st January 1977.? ? ? ? ? ?
I then noticed the wooden crib in the corner.? It was one of those old
fashioned rocking cradles.? ? A small knitted wool angel was pinned to
the hood.
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The next day we decorated our rooms with coloured paper
streamers and even found an old tinsel Christmas tree in a local thrift
shop.? ? We set it up in Julie's warm room and strung it with popcorn
and tied red ribbon to its tawdry branches.? ? ?
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On Christmas Eve some friends came around to the house
and Julie and I hosted a Christmas party.? Everyone brought food and
bottles of cheap wine and the ground floor of the shabby old house was alive
with noise and laughter until the early hours of the morning.? ? ?
It was when the last guest had merrily waved goodbye that Julie complained of
pains in her back.? ? ? She dropped onto her bed with a groan, her
hands clasping her swollen belly.? ? ? ? ?
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"The baby's coming!"? shrieked
Julie.? ? We were two young inexperienced girls and I think I was as
scared as Julie at that moment.? ? ? ?
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"What d'ya want me to do Julie!"
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"Ring the hospital.? Please......I can't bear
the pain!"
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I ran into the hallway and saw that Julie had left the
hospital number on a pad by the communal payphone.? ? I scrabbled in
my jeans pocket for change and it was then that I saw her parents' name and
number scribbled underneath.? ? ? Had Julie tried to telephone her
parents?? ? Was she trying to make things right with
them?? ? ? ? ? I heard her moaning in the next room and
knew at that moment what I had to do.? I might not have a friend
afterwards, but a sixteen year old girl shouldn't be going through this alone.
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I sat with Julie and held her hand until the ambulance
came.? ? ? When the paramedics rushed into the room, I could tell
by the looks on their faces that Julie's baby wasn't going to
wait.? ? ? ? ? ? ?
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William James Patterson was born at 3.05 a.m on Christmas morning 1976.? ? I
stood in the warm bedsit with a stupid smile on my face as an exhausted Julie
cradled her new-born son.? ? ? ? She would have to be taken to
hospital now and as the paramedics prepared her and William for the trip, the
doorbell rang.? ? ? ? I ran to answer it and there were tears
in my eyes as I saw it was a small, pretty woman - so like Julie.? ? I
gently led Mrs Patterson into Julie's room and saw the look on Julie's face
when she saw her mother.? ? ? She glanced at me briefly and I
hoped I didn't imagine the look.? "You betrayed me".? It
said.
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Mrs Patterson ran to her daughter and literally scooped
her into her arms, together with the squirming bundle that was baby
William.? ? ? ? ? The tears came freely then and I think
even the paramedica cried a little.
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I never saw Julie again.? ? I heard through the
grapevine that she had returned home and that her parents had let her keep
William.? ? ? ? ? Their fears had been unfounded as the
Church community took the baby to their hearts and Julie never had to say she
was sorry for running away.? I heard Julie went to college and became a
nurse.? She moved to London and married
there.? ? She sent me Christmas cards for a few years.? We both
moved. The cards stopped coming.
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I got a new job in the January of 1977 and moved from the
old damp house into a new apartment.? ? Every Christmas since, I think
of Julie and William and how his early arrival sparked something in me that I
have never done since.? ? ? I broke a trust but I mended a
family.? ? Happy Christmas!
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Nooshie West
sally.west6@btinternet.com
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Hi, I'm a newbie to your great site and herewith submit
my story for the Christmas Contest.? ? Its true!? ? ? My
name is Nooshie West.? I am 50 years old and disabled.? I live in Plymouth, Devon, England with my sister
Jude and my dog Molly.? I used to be a lawyer until ill health forced me
into retirement.? ? I enjoy creative writing (just finished my first
novel) and genealogy.? ? Hope you like my little story entry.
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? I AM A SEEKER YOU
ARE THE KEEPER?
Barbara Williams
Jesus we are celebrating your wonderful birthday today!
The day that God sent you here just for sinners like me!
You were born in a stable with only the animals there!
You were born this way because God said it would be!
Yes Lord I am a seeker of all that you have to teach me!
You are the keeper of all who walk in your pathway Lord!
We the seekers of your love want only to walk in your light!
We will study and we will digest the love of Gods holy words!
Yes Lord I am a vessel and I ask that you fill this vessel!
Fill this vessel with more and more of your holy love!
Wash my sins away with your forgiving, loving grace!
Yes Jesus, show me the way to Gods arms above!
I am nothing with out you Lord so forgive me of my sins today!
Reach out and lead me on the right path to my heavenly home!
Happy birthday my preaches Jesus, Happy birthday to you!
I promise my Jesus from your love my spirit will never roam!!
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As you celebrate the birthday of our Savior Jesus Christ
please remember that if it was not for Him you would not be celebrating this
day!? And please never take out the Christ in christmas. I? love you
each and every one! Merry Christ Birthday!
? Love, Jesus hugs smiles and prayers Rev.Barbara J.
Williams, 12-3-2005
barb242@swbell.net
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May God keep you in His loving arms and I pray Jesus walks beside you as you
walk the path way God has placed you on today. And I pray the Holy Ghost fill
you with the Wisdom and the Knowledge to complete all God has placed on your
plate each day.
Barb's Christian Home
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God's Lessons
http://www.geocities.com/barbara_williams_72901/index.html
Barb's Christian Home
http://www.geocities.com/barbwill.geo/index.html
Gods Home
http://www.geocities.com/godshome_2000/GH-openingpage/GH.html
God's Children
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Click to join Gods manna
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Angels Watching Over Me?
By Janet Seever
???I like that ceramic angel in the corner best, Gram,??? said Amanda. ???She??™s so
pretty.???
Her grandmother leaned over and peered into her glass case that held her angel
collection??”ceramic, glass and carved wood. When Amanda came for a visit, they
often looked at the angels.
???Are angels real? Do they watch over us???? Amanda always had a million
questions??”and that??™s only a slight exaggeration. Gram loved her for her
inquisitive mind.
???The Bible speaks of angels many times. There were Michael and Gabriel, of
course, and the book of Hebrews speaks of ???angels unaware??™ among us,??? Gram
answered. ???I??™ve always heard that we have guardian angels, but I??™ve never given
it much thought.???
? ? ? ? ???Do you know ???Angels Watching over Me??™???? Amanda
sang a line in the sweet, clear voice of a 13-year-old, and Gram joined in.
???All day, all night, angels watching over me. . . ???
? ? ? ? After that they settled back on the heavy black
leather Chesterfield in the living room and munched on popcorn they had popped
in a frying pan on the wood-burning kitchen stove. They both had hot cocoa with
marshmallows. Labour Day weekend was a special time Amanda spent with her
grandmother each year.
? ???Please tell me the story about when you were teaching in the country
school,??? she begged, never tiring of it.
???I was just 19 at the time,??? Gram began. ???I was teaching in a one-room school
on the Prairies. One day I sent Edwin to the back of the room to sit in the
corner because he was misbehaving. Instead, he crawled out the window. He was
more man than boy at 17, but was only in ninth grade because his dad often kept
him home to work on the farm.???
???Then what happened, Gram???? asked Amanda, although she knew the story so well
she could tell it herself.
? ? ? ? ? ???I called him back in and scolded him for
being disobedient. He was so tall he towered over me. He just looked down at me
and said, ???Little girl.??™ ? I blushed. After that we came to an understanding
and I never had any more trouble with him.???
? ? ? ? ???A couple years later he joined the army, and then
I heard he was killed in the Great War in Europe??”World War I,???
Gram said sadly, as if it had happened just yesterday instead of 40 years ago.
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? ? ? ? ???How does God decide when people have lived long
enough and it??™s time for them to die???? The thought of Edwin dying so young
troubled Amanda. ?
? ? ? ? ???Oh, Amanda Jane, you??™re always so full of
questions.??? Gram smiled. ???I remember other questions you had when you were
younger. ???How long is forever???™ ???How far does the universe go???™ ???Who would I be
if I hadn??™t been born???™ I didn??™t have good answers for those, and this is a
tough one as well. Let me think about it.???
She paused a moment, and then continued. ???One thing I can tell you is that God
knows everything about us and our times are in His hands. The Bible says that
even the hairs on our heads are numbered. We don??™t need to be afraid.???
? ? ? ? ???Gram, I hope you don??™t die for a long, long time.
I couldn??™t stand it if you did.???
? ? ? ? ???Only God knows the future,??? said Gram, changing
the subject. ???Have you finished reading that book by Lucy Maude Montgomery? I
think you would be a kindred spirit with Anne of Green Gables.???
? ? ? ? ???Oh, Gram, I hope I can visit Prince Edward
Island when I grow up. That would be extraordinarily special.???
? ? ? ? The next day Amanda hugged Gram good-bye while her
mother waited for her by the door. Their Manitoba farms were
only three miles apart, so they saw each other often.
? ? ? ? ???I??™m so looking forward to spending a week at
Christmas with you just like last year. I want to string popcorn and
cranberries for the Christmas tree.??? Amanda??™s words tumbled out. ???Can I help
pick the tree out in the woods with Grandpa? Maybe after that you can teach me
to crochet??”not doilies, but something useful.???
? ? ? ? ???Whoa, slow down long enough to take a breath, dear
girl.??? Gram laughed her musical laugh.
? ? ? ? Fall came to the farm. Leaves turned brilliant
colours, drifting to the ground one by one. Amanda??™s two younger brothers, Tom
and Johnny, made huge piles and then jumped in them. At 13, she knew she was
too old to play in leaves, so she did it when no one was watching.
? ? ? ? At home Amanda helped her mother freeze and can
vegetables from their garden. When she wasn??™t helping or working on homework,
she was on a quest. She got her Bible down from the shelf and started reading
it. Previously, she only used it to look up verses in Sunday school. She found
the concordance and began looking up verses on death and angels.
? ? ? ? In a notebook, she wrote down questions she needed
to answer.
1. ? ? ? ? Are there angels around us? Can we recognize
them?
2. ? ? ? ? How does God decide when it??™s time for people to
die?
3. ? ? ? ? Can I find comfort in the Bible like Gram does in
hers?
At Thanksgiving, everyone jumped into the car for a trip to see Gram and
Grandpa. Mom made salads, vegetables and homemade rolls. Gram prepared the
turkey, dressing, potatoes and pumpkin pie.
???Hi, Amanda, Tom and Johnny. It??™s so good to see you,??? Gram greeted them. ???I
hope you brought hearty appetites with you.??? The aroma of a Thanksgiving feast
floated from the kitchen.
After watching Gram that day, Amanda could tell she wasn??™t feeling well. She
didn??™t laugh like she normally did, and her face looked pained. She and Amanda
didn??™t even get around to looking at the angel collection, a Thanksgiving
tradition. ?
When they got home, Amanda confronted her mother. ???Mom, Gram wasn??™t feeling
well. I could tell. Do you know what??™s wrong????
???She??™s been having some pain. The doctor will be doing some tests next week.???
Mom had a worried expression on her face, the same kind of expression she had
the year the crops had failed. ???Pray for your grandmother, Amanda.??? ?
? ? ? ? ???I will. I always do.???
? ? ? ? After checking Gram, the doctor sent her to a
hospital in Winnipeg. Amanda??™s
mother went to Winnipeg to stay with
relatives who lived there so she could visit Gram. Amanda had the
responsibility of getting meals for her dad and brothers. She was glad Mom had
left prepared meals in the freezer and that the neighbours helped supply some
food.
? ? ? ? ???Gram has cancer,??? said Mom when she phoned home.
???Doctors removed a large tumour, but it has spread throughout her body.??? Amanda
had never encountered anyone with cancer before, but she knew cancer was
deadly.
? ? ? ? ???God, please let Gram live,??? she earnestly prayed.
? ? ? ? Amanda usually rode home from school on the school
bus with Tom and Johnny. Two weeks later, she knew something was wrong. Dad was
waiting for them at the school and had an anguished expression on his face.
? ? ? ? He said nothing, but waited until they all got into the car. ???Gram
died today. The doctors tried very hard, but they couldn??™t save her.???
? ? ? ? After the five-mile ride home, Amanda rushed into
the house. Mom was back at home and Amanda could tell that she had been crying.
She gave her mother a quick hug. Then she ran to her room, threw herself down
on her bed and cried for hours.
? ? ? ? They went through the motions of Christmas that
year. It was a sad time and no one was really in the mood to celebrate. Amanda,
of course, could not spend the week with Gram. Grandpa didn??™t even get a tree
from the woods. On Christmas Day they opened the few presents they had. Finally
they were down to the last present.
???Amanda, this last one is yours.??? Tom handed her a package.
? ? ? ? The handwriting on the outside was her mother??™s.
But immediately when she opened the package, she knew it was from Gram.
? It contained an exquisite crocheted angel about six inches high. Next to
the angel was a note in her grandmother??™s handwriting.
Amanda Jane, here is ???an angel to watch over you.??? I finished it just before I
came to the hospital. I will be in surgery tomorrow, and I don??™t know what the
future holds. But I know Who holds the future. Don??™t be afraid. I??™m looking
forward to being with Jesus if that is what He has for me. Here is a Bible
verse for you from Hebrews 13:5: ???. . .for he hath said, I will never leave
thee, nor forsake thee.??? Remember that Jesus is with you forever. He will never
abandon you.
Love forever, Gram
Amanda clutched the angel as tears streamed down her face. How could a
Christmas be this sad and this special at the same time? She knew she would
treasure Gram??™s last gift ??”and her example of faith??”forever.
(c) 2003 Janet Seever ?
? : Janet_Seever@wycliffe.ca? ? ?
Although "AngelsWatching over Me" is fiction, many of the incidents
mentioned are from Janet Seever's own childhood. Janet's writing has appeared
in numerous places on Internet, including Storytime Tapestry.
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? Twelve-Day Christmas?
By Janet Seever
Twinkling lights on the Christmas tree reflected off the red, green and blue
ornaments, while candles waited to be lit. Outside a few snowflakes drifted
down as the gray Sunday afternoon sky darkened. Night comes early in
mid-December.
? ? ? ? Although it was less than two weeks before
Christmas, I found it difficult to be in a festive mood. I went through the
motions of ? putting up a few decorations around the house, but my heart
wasn??™t in it this year.
? ? ? ? Our family was going through one of the most
difficult years of our lives with major health issues, a serious work-related
problem for my husband, and difficulties with our teenage son. Some decisions
we needed to make in the months ahead could alter the direction of our lives
for years to come. ?
? ? ? ? Yes, Christmas was coming. I knew I should be
focusing on the birth of Christ. As a Christian, I should be remembering God??™s
goodness and His blessings, but my focus was often on the overwhelming problems
we were experiencing. ? I often felt numb.
? ? ? ? ???Mom, I wish we could spend Christmas with Grandpa
and Grandma in Minnesota. I miss them,
and all of my aunts and uncles and cousins,??? said Rachel, 15, as she sat on the
floor, wrapping a small package for one of her friends.
? ? ? ? A wave of homesickness swept through me. Because of
the distance, we had spent far too many Christmases away from our family.
? ? ? ? ???I know you??™d like to spend Christmas in Minnesota, Rachel. So
would I..??? ? I looked up from the notes I was writing on my printed
Christmas letters. ???But Minnesota is 2000 km.
from Calgary. You remember
how hard it was to drive in that snowstorm two years ago. And then the
temperature dropped to -30 degrees on the way back.??? ?
? ? ? ? ????? remember. Tim and I almost froze our feet when
the heater didn??™t work well.???
? ? ? ? We had concluded driving home for Christmas was too
risky. Buying airline tickets for four people was totally out of the question
financially??”ever. No one was coming over for Christmas either; I just didn??™t
have the energy to invite anyone. We would be spending Christmas alone.
? ? ? ? My thoughts were jolted back to the present when
the doorbell rang. It was now dark outside.
???Rachel, will you please get the door???? ?
? ? ? ? By the time she got up off the floor, the doorbell
had stopped ringing.
? ? ? ? As she opened the door, her voice registered
surprise. ???Mom, there??™s a box with presents on the doorstep . . . and nobody is
out here!???
? ? ? ? I walked to the door and helped her bring in the
box. Who could have left it?
The box contained numerous packages wrapped in bright Christmas paper. Each had
a typewritten tag: Open Dec. 15, Open Dec.16. There were a total of 12 -- the
???12 Days of Christmas.??? The first day, Dec. 14, was attached to a turkey
wrapped in the
plastic in which it had come from the store ??”so we wouldn??™t miss the fact that
it needed to be put into the freezer immediately and put it under the tree by
mistake!
? ? ? ? Today??™s tag read: Our LOVE is given anonymously,/
So enjoy fun with your family,/ But don??™t tell anyone please. ?
? ? ? ? Now we were really mystified. ? Thankful, I put
the turkey in the freezer and the rest of the gifts under the tree.
? ? ? ? After that, we would gather each day as a family,
open one more tag, read the clever little note inside, and then try to guess
what the package held. It became a game to us. Even our son joined us on
occasion. As the days slipped by, we discovered potatoes, sweet potatoes, a
package of marshmallows, cranberries, packages of gelatin, pickles, olives,
cans of green beans, corn, mints, ginger ale and nuts. Together the packages
made a complete Christmas dinner for four people. We opened the 12th package on
December 25.
? ? ? ? As we opened each anonymous package, we realized
someone was thinking of us, loving us, wishing us a wonderful Christmas.
Someone who wished to remain anonymous.
? ? ? ? As it turned out, a family from work gave us an
invitation for Christmas dinner a few days before Christmas. We ended up
celebrating New Year??™s Day with the goodies which our benefactor had lovingly
given us. We were blessed and so thankful to be loved!
? ? ? ? In the following years, the Lord helped us unravel
the knot of difficulties one by one??”many were inter-related. The life-altering
decision never had to be made; health issues were diagnosed and treated, a
solution was found for the serious work-related problem, and our son outgrew
his rebellious teen years. Now, four years later, our nightmare year seems like
a distant memory. We??™ve gone through a time of healing as a family.
? ? ? ? You??™re probably wondering if we ever found out who
gave us the anonymous Christmas gift. We never did. At first I wanted to know,
but later it became unimportant. Now I realize knowing would spoil things. That
gift was given out of love with no strings attached, with nothing we could do
to deserve it or to pay the person back. It came when we needed a reminder that
we were loved. I still have the little tags folded in a page of my journal.
What a wonderful memory!
? ? ? ? ? To me, that 12-day gift is like God??™s Gift at
Christmas; with no strings attached, not something we could earn or deserve.
Love freely given with no thought of return??”that??™s what Christmas is all about.
(c) 2001 Janet Seever
Janet_Seever@wycliffe.ca? ? ?
Janet Seever's articles have appeared on various Internet sites, including
Storytime Tapestry.
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Writers Feedback
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The Meaning of
Love ??“ Steve Johnston = That was a good story.? It affected me in the
sense that it started out as being a very materialistic child of this century
then went on to captivate me with the real story.? Thanks, Steve.?
God bless, Sharlett
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WOW! Just read Steve Johnstons story on STT
while
listening to classic Grand Old Opry on the public TV
station,,,,,,,,,,oh the memories of long ago.
Country music teaches a lot, ifya listen to the words and
apply them to life.
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Michael Smith what a beautiful story I too
have some special ornaments that bring back memories. Natalie Symonds
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? I so love
to read the stories by Nell Berry.? Miss Nell apparently didn't have a cat
so I will loan her mine.? God bless, Sharlett
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Carol and all who
shared today the wonderful stories.? I so enjoy and feel so blessed as I
am able to read and take a part in the pieces of your lives shared and waiting
for us to read as Carol makes it possible and all who are involved.? May
God's richest blessings surround and overtake all of you today and
always...hugs? As I continue having the privilege of "Dancing with
Life."? And also to my dear friend Normie? with Love? Leona
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Carol, Poet??™s
Lament
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was a delight.? I know the feeling too.? God has a wonderful way of
giving me an idea when I am miles from home and not a pen or paper in sight. :-)?
From one non poet to another: good work.
Wishing you every
joy, Joe
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- Your Christmas piece, Carol is wonderful! Love, Barb
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Michael Smith's memories attached to each one
of those ornaments made me appreciate my tree even more. My tree is decorated
with a few things made by my children long ago but most of them are ornaments
we picked up on our travels over the years. Each year decorating our tree takes
a long time because we have to discuss where we purchased each ornament--the
God's Eye from Turkey, Pinochio from Italy, a Mardi Gras mask from New Orleans,
a husky from Alaska, a scaly fish from Hong Kong, tin ornaments from Mexico, a
cart from Costa Rica, Christms bells from Columbia--it goes on and on.? We
relive our trips just decorating our tree.
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Barb
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Sharon Bryant's pieces always touch my heart,
drive me to do more for others who are needy, and leave me with joyful
tears.? Bless you, Sharon.
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Barb
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Prayer Requests and Updates
Hi
everyone... this letter is full of needs.? Mario's oldest son, Adam, is
having a very hard time dealing with all that's going on in his life at this
time.? He would like prayer for his son, Sam, whom is incarcerated.?
Sam is bi-polar and unable to cope with his manics and depressions and the
prison officials do not know of his illness.? His behavior has gotten him
in solitary confinement.? Adam is also dealing with his mother's
health.? She had two lumps in her breast.. both have been diagnosed as
cancer.? She will be going through the chemo first and then surgery.?
Two years ago Lavanna, (Adam's mother's name) had heart surgery and now this.
Please
add him and his siblings, his mother and son, and his Aunt Linda whom has aslo
been dealing with health issues to your prayers.? Please remember Nikki in
your prayers too.? She is midway through her chemo, and the chemo has
taken a heavy toll on her.? She has lost her hair, which was one of her
greatest concerns, and found it to be the least of her concerns once it
happened.? She's very weak and her system is full of sores; they're in her
mouth so bad that she can't eat and is being fed through a bag.? The
leukemia has gone from her bloodstream, and seems to be gone from the bone
marrow.? However, there's a discrepency in the doctor's involved.?
One has stated that she must have the bone marrow transplant immediately after
chemo, but another says he feels if she pulls through the chemo, she needs a
resting period to gain back some strength before attempting surgery.?
Please pray to lead the doctor's decision to be the best for her.? Thank
you as always, dear friends... Love, Al
Alice,
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