Storytime Tapestry Newsletter

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June 11, 2006

Today’s Queue Stories

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My Cats

By Robyn Cavalera

I used to have a lot of cats. About 7 to be exact. I was the normal owner.. Sort of. Any way, I used to have fun talking out loud for my cats. I would say what I thought they may be thinking or what ever. It was fun. stuff like "ohhhh scratch me under my chin".... or... "no, I want milk".... Get the idea? Any way, one day I was doing this. My kids were teens and sitting on the sofa. when one of the cats jumped into their laps, I proceeded to talk for him. He said " oh Amy, Mikie scratch me please" The kids started scratching him. I did it some more, and they obliged the "cats" wishes. Finally, my Daughter says to me... "Mom, you know you really are insane!! Talking for a cat!!" I just looked at her and replied. "Really?!! Well Amy, am I insane for talking FOR the cats? OR Are you insane for LISTENING to them and obeying what "they" say!!???" Hummmm I wonder.. Who really IS the sane one in that particular situation??!!! heheheheh Now.. I just had an additional thought here. They say "Insanity is trying to do the same thing over and over the same way, and expecting different results." (ever notice how satan uses this tactic on us?) So... why, if the enemy of us all, tells us a lie, and we act on it. Why, do we expect different results? Same lie...same results...if we act on the lie. Maybe that is true insanity! Perhaps the sane thing would be to say...."satan, this is the last time I will fall for your voice and your lie. No more. From now on I will stand on the Word of God only!!! You have spoken your last words through my mouth satan. I'll let God do the talking from now on.... Hey just a thought!!!

I am a Mother of two, and grandma of five.  I live in Florida and love to write.  I usually find a good "Story" or "Parable" as I call them in daily things that happen around me.  It is then I say, "Whoa God, that would make a good Parable!

Robyn Cavalera
Prayer Warrior/Demon Buster
robyajesusfreak@bellsouth.net

http://home.bellsouth.net/p/pwp-JesusKids
http://scripturemeditate.blogspot.com

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THE CHIEF

Sharon Bryant 

Ever since I was a little girl, I have always loved to paint.  When I was real little, my dad would give me blocks of wood and different colors of paints when he was painting, and I made pictures on the wood.  When I got older, I loved to do those old number paintings.  For almost three years, the sale of those is what kept me in new shoes or a new blouse, or something I wanted.

When I got older I began to try my hand at sketching.  I did ok.  My one aunt and one uncle were both artists and I had hoped it would rub off on me, but it didn't.  Oh, I can draw, don't get me wrong, but nothing that's going to be up on the wall in some gallery somewhere.

Fourteen years ago I moved from Michigan to Alabama.  Hubby and I bought a place, and I wanted to do my own decorating.  Now, a decorator, I am not.  A housekeeper, I am not.  I'm just a candy maker and I sure couldn't decorate my house in chocolate, so I decided to pick up some odds and ends and paint them.

I was in Nashville, Tenn. one weekend for a big flea market.  Some guy was selling these large plaster statues, plain white.  I bought one that is an Indian, holding a blanket with a nice headdress on his head.  I dragged him home, and began experimenting with how I wanted to paint him.  He's a good three foot tall, and there were many details on the statue.  I decided to spray him with charcoal color first then dry brush him.  I took my time in decorating the blanket he was holding and his headdress.  When finished, my husband said, "Hey, he looks pretty good.  Let's call him Chief Green Pond."  That's because we live in a little town called Green Pond.

A year later we picked up another statue, a Squaw, we named Miss Green Pond, and the two became part of our household all these years. 

Chief Green Pond ended up since 1992 standing by the entertainment center.  Kids have come over and touched him.  People have asked me how much I want for him.  And folks would say, "Where did you get that cool Indian at?"  The Chief is in full dress and the base is sturdy on the statue.

One day just a few weeks ago in the middle of the night, we heard a THUD.  We both ran out to the living room.  We couldn't find anything wrong.  But Bob, our Corgi, right away, ran to the Chief.  The Chief was propped up against the chair in the living room, and he had broken off from the base he has stood on all these years and pitched forward into the chair.

Tonight is the funeral.  Hubby made a new entertainment center and said, "We're throwing the Chief away."  "WHAT?" I asked.  He said he was broken, I can't fix him and he's no good lying on the floor.  I mean, I COULD prop him up against the wall, but I doubt he'd stand without his base.

Just this morning on TV, we were watching a show about "Hoarding Addictions."  They had this one woman on, and though I call myself a pack rat, and not a hoarder, hubby said tonight, "You're just like that woman on TV this morning."

That is NOT true.  That woman saved newspapers, even twine, and everything, and I'm not like that.  Not THAT bad.

So tonight is the ceremony.  We will have to say goodbye to Chief Green Pond.  His Squaw will take his place next to the entertainment center.  I hope she continues to stay standing.  Yet I'm still looking for another Chief.  So if anyone sees a good looking Indian, holding a blanket, with a big headdress, have them contact me. 

Sharon Bryant

1946@bellsouth.net

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Poetry Section

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 In Loving Memory ...

Joyce C. Lock 

To have loved one, then lost,

is still better than to have never been so blessed.

To have been enriched by one's cheerfulness,

their memory lingers on.

Their hopes and ideals in the crevices of your mind,

their wisdom is there when you need it.

Whatever was good and noble within your loved one,

they still live through you.

May their life have had purpose and meaning

by keeping their good seed alive.

Only then can we truly say, "In Loving Memory."

© by Joyce C. Lock

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John 14:1

Joyce C. Lock

Don't let your heart be troubled,

When you can't seem to find the way.

Just bring your cares to Jesus.

He will carry your need today.

© by Joyce C. Lock

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Joy Comes In the Morning

Joyce C. Lock

When in need of hope, God gives a song

And holds our hand all the night long;

'Til light overshadows, changing the view,

And morning comes - strengthened anew.

© by Joyce C. Lock

Senior Writers

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Dowd, Hartson; Gilbert, Robert, Jr.; Goodier, Steve; Braun-Haley, Ellie; Harris, Kathy Anne; Henry, Linda Ann; Hunt, Sharlett; Hymes, Christina; Jacobson, Gary; Kiser, Roger Dean; Kerens, Claudia; Kevin, Tim; Jenkins, Pamela; Liles, Norma; Lily Jodi Flesberg; Lock, Joyce; Marlor, Janice Bumbalough; Mazzella, Joe; Morris, Deepak; Ojeibge, Georgewaters; Petry, Dianna Doles; Roberts, Susan; Shiveley, Debra; Shaw, Bob; Sims, Richard; Streidel, Saskia; Swarner, Ken; Vaknin, Sam; Verhoeff, Jan; Walker, Bill; Walker, Joe; Warner, Gordon, K; Walsh, Sue; Weymouth, Barbara J.; Whirity, Kathy;

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