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Friday, December 15, 2006

the empty chair

this is awesome and a gentle reminder. I loved it and thought you all would love it to. May you all be blessed and have an awesome day. stay in touch.
A man's daughter had asked the local minister to come and pray with her father.
When the minister arrived, he found the man lying in bed with his head propped up on two pillows. An empty chair sat beside his bed.
The minister assumed that the old fellow had been informed of his visit.
"I guess you were expecting me," he said.
"No, who are you?" asked the father.
The minister told him his name and then remarked, "I saw the empty chair and I figured you knew I was going to show up".
"Oh yeah, the chair," said the bedridden man, "Would you mind closing the door?"
Puzzled, the minister shut the door.
"I have never told anyone this, not even my daughter," said the man, "but all of my life I have never known how to pray. At church I used to hear the pastor
talk about prayer, but it went right over my head. I abandoned any attempt at prayer," the old man continued, "until one day about four years ago, when
my best friend told me that prayer is just a simple matter of having a conversation with Jesus. He suggested that I sit down in a chair, place an empty
chair in front of me and, in faith, see Jesus on the chair. Jesus promised that 'I will be with you always'. Then just speak to him in the same way you
would speak to anyone. I tried it and I've liked it so much that I do it a couple of hours every day. I'm careful though--If my daughter saw me talking
to an empty chair, she'd either have a nervous breakdown or send! me off to the funny farm."
The minister was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the old man to continue on the journey. They prayed together and then the minister left.
Two nights later the daughter called to tell the minister that her daddy had died that afternoon.
"Did he die in peace?" he asked.
"Yes. When I left the house about two o'clock, he called me over to his bedside, told me he loved me and kissed me on the cheek. When I got back from
the store an hour later, I found him dead. But there was something strange about his death. Apparently, just before Daddy died, he leaned over and rested
his head on the chair beside the bed. What do you make of that?"
The minister wiped a tear from his eye and said, "I wish we could all go like that."

Monday, December 11, 2006

the doll and a white rose

This was awesome and I had to post. I know that I post a lot of stuff thtat I get in my email.but they are all so awesome and from groups so it is not like I am posting private email. anyway I want to say to thank eacho of you for leaving comments. hope that all of you are well. grab a box of tissue because this one will probably bring tears it did for me at least.
The Doll & the White Rose

I was walking around in a store. I saw a cashier hand
this little boy his money back saying "I'm sorry, but
you don't have enough money to buy this doll."

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to
him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough

The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have
enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''

Then she asked him to stay there for 5 minutes while
she went to look around. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he
wished to give this doll to.

"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so
much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa
Claus would bring it to her."

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will bring it
to her after all, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't
bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the
doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister
when she goes there."

His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has
gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to
see God very soon too, so I thought that she could
take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy
to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until
I come back from the mall."

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he
was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my
picture with her so she won't forget me."

"I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave
me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my
little sister."!
Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy.
"What if we checked again, just in case you do have
enough money?''

"OK" he said "I hope that I have enough." I added some
of my money to his without him seeing and we started
to count it. There was enough for the doll and even
some spare money.

The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me
enough money!"

Then he looked at me and added "I asked yesterday
before I slept for God to make sure I have enough
money to buy this doll so that mommy can give it to my
sister. He heard me!''

"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white
rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for
too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a
white rose.''

"My mommy loves white roses."

A few minutes later, the old lady came bac for the boy, and I
left with my basket.

I finished my shopping in a totally different state
from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out
of my mind.

Then I remembered a local newspaper article
2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck,
who hit a car, where there was one young lady and a
little girl.

The little girl died right away, and the mother was
left in a critical state. The family had to decide
whether to pull the plug on the life-assisting
machine, because the young lady would not be able to
recover from the coma.

Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I
read in the newspaper that the young lady had passed

I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white
roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of
the young woman was exposed for people to see and make
last wishes before burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful
white rose in her hand with the photo of the little
boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had
been changed forever. The love that this little boy
had for his mother and his sister is still, to this
day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a
drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Never take your loved ones for granted...you never know when they might be

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

no throw aways

here is something that will make us think. I got it in my in box. but before I post it I just want to tell all you that I love you and am praying for you. I know that this time of year is stressful and emotional but let us remember the reason for the season and know that the Lord will see us through it all. now on to the posting

Just up the road from my home is a field, with two horses in it. From a
distance, each looks like every other horse. But if one stops the car, or
is walking by, one will notice something quite amazing.

Looking into the eyes of one horse will disclose that he is blind. His
owner has chosen not to have him put down, but has made a good home for him.
This alone is amazing.

Listening, one will hear the sound of a bell. Looking around for the source
of the sound, one will see that it comes from the smaller horse in the
field. Attached to her bridle is a small bell. It lets her blind friend
know where she is, so he can follow her.

As one stands and watches these two friends, one sees how she is always
checking on him, and that he will listen for her bell and then slowly walk
to where she is, trusting that she will not lead him astray.

Like the owners of these two horses, God does not throw us away just because
we are not perfect or because we have problems or challenges.

He watches over us and even brings others into our lives to help us when we
are in need. Sometimes we are the blind horse being guided by God and
those whom he places in our lives. Other times we are the guide horse,
helping others see God. --author unknown

Monday, December 04, 2006

why worry

here is a little something I got in my email that will make you really think.
Don't Worry
-- Author Unknown

Years ago, I was enthralled as I listened to a pastor who for several
years had faithfully served the church. His executive responsibilities
had taken him all over this country. As he concluded his message, he
told of one of the most frightening, yet thought-provoking,
experiences of his life.

He had been on a long flight from one place to another. The first
warning of the approaching problems came when the sign on the airplane
flashed on: Fasten your seat belts. Then, after a while, a calm voice
said, "We shall not be serving the beverages at this time as we are
expecting a little turbulence. Please be sure your seat belt is

As he looked around the aircraft, it became obvious that many of the
passengers were becoming apprehensive. Later, the voice of the
announcer said, "We are so sorry that we are unable to serve the meal
at this time. The turbulence is still ahead of us."

Then the storm broke. The ominous cracks of thunder could be heard
even above the roar of the engines. Lightening lit up the darkening
skies, and within moments that great plane was like a cork tossed
around on a celestial ocean. One moment the airplane was lifted on
terrific currents of air; the next, it dropped as if it were about to

The pastor confessed that he shared the discomfort and fear of those
around him. He said, "As I looked around the plane, I could see that
nearly all the passengers were upset and alarmed. Some were praying.
The future seemed ominous and many were wondering if they would make
it through the storm.

Then, I suddenly saw a little girl. Apparently the storm meant nothing
to her. She had tucked her feet beneath her as she sat on her seat;
she was reading a book and every thing within her small world was calm
and orderly. Sometimes she closed her eyes, then she would read again;
then she would straighten her legs, but worry and fear were not in her
world. When the plane was being buffeted by the terrible storm when it
lurched this way and that, as it rose and fell with frightening
severity,when all the adults were scared half to death, that marvelous
child was completely composed and unafraid." The minister could hardly
believe his eyes.

It was not surprising therefore, that when the plane finally reached
its destination and all the passengers were hurrying to disembark,our
pastor lingered to speak to the girl whom he had watched for such a
long time. Having commented about the storm and behavior of the plane,
he asked why she had not been afraid.

The child replied, "'Cause my Daddy's the pilot, and he's taking me home."

There are many kinds of storms that buffet us:
. Physical,
. Mental,
. Financial,
. Domestic, and...
Many other storms can easily and quickly darken our skies and throw
our plane into apparently uncontrollable movement. We have all known
such times, and let us be honest and confess, it is much easier to be
at rest when our feet are on the ground than when we are being tossed
about a darkened sky.

Let us remember... Our Father is the Pilot.

He is in control and taking us home... So Don't Worry

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

I asked God

How many times have I asked these tings and we are guilty I am sure. but here is a post that I got in my email that is worth the read enjoy.

I asked God to take away my pride.
God said "No".
It is not for me to take away, but for you to give it up.

I asked God to make my handicapped child whole.
God said "No".
Her spirit was whole, her body was only temporary.

I asked God to grant me patience.
God said "No".
Patience is a by-product of tribulations; it isn't granted, it is

I asked God to give me happiness.
God said "No".
I give you blessings, happiness is up to you.

I asked God to spare me pain.
God said "No".
Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares and brings you closer to

I asked God to make my spirit grow.
God said "No".
You must grow on your own, but I will prune you to make you fruitful.

I asked for all things that I might enjoy life.
God said "No".
I will give you life so that you may enjoy all things.

I ask God to help me LOVE others, as much as he loves me.
God said... Ahhhh, finally you have the idea!

What if God couldn't take the time to bless us today because we
couldn't take the time to thank HIM yesterday?

What if GOD decided to stop leading us tomorrow because we didn't follow
HIM today?

What if we never saw another flower bloom because we grumbled when GOD
sent the rain?

What if GOD didn't walk with us today because we failed to recognize it
as His day?

What if GOD took away His message because we failed to listen to the

What if GOD didn't send His only begotten Son because He wanted us to be
prepared to pay the price for sin?

What if the door of the church was closed because we did not open the
door of our heart?

What if GOD stopped loving and caring for us because we failed to love
and care for others?

What if GOD would not hear us today because we would not listen to Him

What if GOD answered our prayers the way we answer His call to service?

What if GOD met our needs the way we give Him our lives???

-- Author Unknown

Monday, November 27, 2006

puppy size

I got this in my email a while back and it is awesome. really makes you think and brings a smile. I don't recall if I posted this befor or if my mom posted it but it is a good reminder so why not go a head and post it. anyway I love you alll and hope that all is good. read on and enjoy.
Puppy Size

Danielle keeps repeating it over and over again. We've been back to this animal shelter at least five times. It has been weeks now since we started
all of this," the mother told the volunteer.

"What is it she keeps asking for?" the volunteer asked.

"Puppy size!" replied the mother.

"Well, we have plenty of puppies, if that's what she's looking for."

"I know ... we have seen most of them," the Mom said in frustration.

Just then Danielle came walking into the office

"Well, did you find one?" asked her Mom.

"No, not this time," Danielle said, with sadness in her voice.

"Can we come back on the weekend?" The two women looked at each other, shook their heads and laughed.

"You never know when we will get more dogs. Unfortunately, there's always a supply," the volunteer said.

Danielle took her mother by the hand and headed to the door. "Don't worry, I'll find one this weekend," she said.

Over the next few days both Mom and dad had long conversations with her. They both felt she was being too particular. "It's this weekend or we're
not looking any more," Dad finally said in frustration.

"We don't want to hear anything more about puppy size either," Mom added.

Sure enough, they were the first ones in the shelter on Saturday morning. By now Danielle knew her way around, so she ran right for the section that
housed the smaller dogs.

Tired of the routine, Mom sat in the small waiting room at the end of the first row of cages. There was an observation window so you could see the
animals during times when visitors weren't permitted.

Danielle walked slowly from cage to cage, kneeling periodically to take a closer look. One by one, the dogs were brought out and she held each one.

One by one, she said, "Sorry, you're not the one."

It was the last cage, on this last day, in search of the perfect pup.

The volunteer opened the cage door and the child carefully picked up the dog and held it closely. This time, she took a little longer. "Mom, that's
it! I found the right puppy! He's the one! I know it!" she screamed with joy. "It's the puppy size!"

"But it's the same size as all the other puppies you held over the last few weeks," Mom said.

"No not size ---- the sighs. When I held him in my arms, he sighed," she said.

"Don't you remember? When I asked you, one day, what love is, you told me love depends on the sighs of your heart. The more you love, the bigger
the sigh!" The two women looked at each other for a moment. Mom didn't know whether to laugh or cry. As she stooped down to hug the child, she did a
little of both.

"Mom, every time you hold me, I sigh. When you and Daddy come home from work and hug each other, you both sigh. I knew I would find the right puppy
if it sighed when I held it in my arms," she said. Then holding the puppy up close to her face she said, "Mom, he loves me. I heard the sighs of his

Close your eyes for a moment and think about the love that makes you sigh. I not only find it in the arms of my loved ones, but in the caress of
a sunset, the kiss of the moonlight and the gentle brush of cool air on a hot day.

They are the sighs of God. Take the time to stop and listen; you will be surprised at what you hear.

"Life is not measured by the breaths we take,
but by the moments that take our breath away."

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

some one who understands

this was precious and I had to post it here. it really makes you think. I ask that you all continue to pray that I find a job. and a special lady for me. but anyway here is something I got in my email that I thought you'd all like.
Someone Who Understands
This devotional was written by Jim Liebelt

Therefore, it was necessary for Jesus to be in every respect like us, his
brothers and sisters, so that he could be our merciful and faithful High Priest
before God. He then could offer a sacrifice that would take away the sins of
the people. Since he himself has gone through suffering and temptation, he
is able to help us when we are being tempted.—Hebrews 2:17-18 NLT
The story (author unknown) is told of a farmer who had some puppies he
needed to sell. He made a sign advertising the pups and posted it in his yard.
Shortly after, a boy showed up in response to the sign. “Mister,” he said, “I
want to buy one of your puppies.” “Well,” said the farmer, “these puppies
cost a good deal of money.” The boy reached deep into his pocket, he pulled
out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer. “I've got thirty-nine
cents. Is that enough to take a look?” “Sure,” said the farmer. The farmer
whistled and called, ”Here Dolly!” From the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly
followed by four little pups. The little boy’s eyes danced with delight. As
the dogs approached, the little boy noticed something else stirring inside
the doghouse. Slowly another little pup appeared, but this one was considerably
smaller. The little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to
catch up. “I want that one,” the little boy said, pointing to the runt. The
farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said, “Son, you don't want that
puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would.”
The little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and rolled up one
leg of his pants revealing a steel brace running down both sides of his leg.
Looking back up at the farmer, he said, "Mister, I don't run too well
myself, and that puppy needs someone who understands.”
Not one of us is perfect. Everyone has flaws and weaknesses. Some are more
visible than others, but we all have them. Fortunately, like the boy who
chooses the pup, we have a Savior who knows and understands our feelings and our
weaknesses and still chooses us to be His friends and children! And, in
response, he wants us to demonstrate our love to one another!
If you are one who struggles with your own flaws and shortcomings, today,
take comfort in the knowledge of God’s love for you and then, share that love
with someone else! Remember, the world is full of hurting people that are
looking to connect with others who understand.

Wednesday, October 25, 2006


I read this and had to post it here. but before I do I want to ask that you all continue to pray that I find a job. Have had some leads but not reallly any interviews. need to redo my resume and am working on it. anyway here is the post hope that you all enjoy
Clean Blood
The day is over, you are driving home. You tune in your radio. You hear a
little blurb about a little village in India where some villagers have died
suddenly, strangely, of a flu that has never been seen before. It's not
influenza, but three or four fellows are dead, and it's kind of interesting. They're
sending some doctors over there to investigate it. You don't think much about
it, but on Sunday, coming home from church, you hear another radio spot.
Only they say it's not three villagers, it's 30,000 villagers in the back hills
of this particular area of India, and it's on TV that night. CNN runs a
little blurb; people are heading there from the disease center in Atlanta because
this disease strain has never been seen before.
By Monday morning when you get up, it's the lead story. For it's not just
India; it's Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iran, and before you know it, you're hearing
this story everywhere and they have coined it now as the "Mystery Flu". The
President has made some comment that he and everyone are praying and hoping
that all will go well over there. But everyone is wondering, "How are we going
to contain it?"
That's when the President of France makes an announcement that shocks
Europe. He is closing their borders. No flights from India, Pakistan, or any of the
countries where this thing has been seen.
That night you are watching a little bit of CNN before going to bed. Your
jaw hits your chest when a weeping woman is translated from a French news
program into English: "There's a man lying in a hospital in Paris dying of the
mystery flu. "It has come to Europe." Panic strikes.
As best they can tell, once you get it, you have it for a week and you don't
know it. Then you have four days of unbelievable symptoms. Then you die.
Britain closes it's borders, but it's too late. South Hampton, Liverpool,
North Hampton, and it's Tuesday morning when the President of the United States
makes the following announcement: "Due to a national security risk, all
flights to and from Europe and Asia have been canceled. If your loved ones are
overseas, I'm sorry. They cannot come back until we find a cure for this
Within four days our nation has been plunged into an unbelievable fear.
People are selling little masks for your face. People are talking about, "What if
it comes to this country", and preachers on Tuesday are saying, "It's the
scourge of God."
It's Wednesday night and you are at a church prayer meeting when somebody
runs in from the parking lot and says, "Turn on a radio!! Turn on a radio!!"
While the church listens to a little transistor radio with a microphone stuck
up to it, the announcement is made, "Two women are lying in a Long Island
hospital from the mystery flu." Within hours it seems, this thing just sweeps
across the country. People are working around the clock trying to find an
Nothing is working. California, Oregon, Arizona, Florida, Massachusetts.
It's as though it's just sweeping is from the borders. Then, all of a sudden,
the news comes out. The code has been broken. A cure can be found. A vaccine
can be made. It's going to take the blood of somebody who hasn't been infected,
and so, sure enough, all through the Midwest, through all those channels of
emergency broadcasting, everyone is asked to do one simple thing: "Go to your
downtown hospital and have your blood type taken. That's all we ask of you.
When you hear the sirens go off in your neighborhood, please make your way
quickly, quietly, and safely to the hospitals."
Sure enough, when you and your family get down there late on that Friday
night, there is a long line, and they've got nurses and doctors coming out and
pricking fingers and taking blood and putting labels on it. Your wife andyour
kids are out there, and they take your blood type and they say, "Wait here in
the parking lot and it we call your name, you can be dismissed and go home."

You stand around scared with your neighbors, wondering what in the world is
going on, and that this could be the end of the world. Suddenly a young man
comes running out of the hospital screaming. He's yelling a name and waving a
clipboard. What? He yells it again! And your son tugs on your jacket and
says, "Daddy, that's me." Before you know it, they have grabbed your boy.
"Wait a minute, hold it!" And they say, "It's okay, his blood is clean. His
blood is pure. We want to make sure he doesn't have the disease. We think he
has got the right type. Your son could save the world." Five agonizing
minutes later, out come the doctors and nurses, crying and hugging one another, and
some are even laughing. It's the first time you have seen anybody laugh in a
week. An old doctor walks up to you and says,
"Thank you, sir. Your son's blood type is perfect. It's clean, It's pure,
and we can make the vaccine."
As the word begins to spread all across that parking lot of folks, people
are screaming and praying and laughing and crying. But then the gray-haired
doctor pulls you and your wife aside and says, "May we see you for a moment? We
didn't realize that the donor would be a minor and we need.....we need you to
sign a consent form." You begin to sign and then you see that the number of
pints of blood to be taken is empty. "H-h-h-how many pints?" And that is when
the old doctor's smile fades and he says, "We had no idea it would be a
little child. We weren't prepared. We need it all, sir."
"But...but.."But...but..." "You don't understand. We are talking about
the world here. Please sign." "But can't you give him a "But...but..."
"You don't understand. We are talking about th
In numb silence you do. Then they say, "Would you like to have a moment with
him before we begin?" Can you walk back? You ask yourself. Can you walk back
to that room where he sits on a table saying, "Daddy? Mommy? What's going
on?" Can you take his hands and say, "Son, your mommy and I love you, and we
would never ever let anything happen to you that didn't just have to be. Do you
understand that?"
And when that old doctor comes back in and says, "I'm sorry, we've got to
get started. People all over the world are dying." Can you leave? Can you walk
out while your son is saying, "Dad? Mom? Dad? Why have you forsaken me?"
And then next week, when they have the ceremony to honor your son, and some
folks sleep through it, and some folks don't even come because they go to the
lake, and some folks come with a pretentious smile and just pretend to care.

Would you want to jump up and say, "MY SON DIED! DON'T YOU CARE?"
Is that what God is saying? "MY SON DIED. DON'T YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I CARE?"

Friday, October 13, 2006

2 cups of coffee

here is another thing that I received in my email that makes you think and take notice. God bless you all.
The Mayonnaise Jar and 2 cups of coffee...

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours
in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 cups of

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in
front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very
large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf
balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full.
They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the
jar. He shook the jar lightly.
The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He
then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.
Of course, the sand f filled up everything else. He asked once more if
the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous "yes."

The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table
and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the
empty space between the sand. The students laughed.

"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "
I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.

The golf balls are the important things-your God, family, your
children, your health, your friends, and your favorite passions --
things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your
life would still be full.

The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your
house, and your car.

The sand is everything else -- the small stuff.

"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no
room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you
spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have
room for the things that a re important to you.

Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.
Play with your children.
Take time to get medical checkups.
Take your partner out to dinner.
Play another 18.
There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal."

Take care of the golf balls first -- the things that really matter.
Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee
represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes
to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always
room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

think about this

I got this from an email and it really hit home. and made me think about my own life and how I have reacted. and have taken stock and am still working on it. I am not perfect so bare with me. love you all and I hope that you enjoy and think about the following:
A daughter complained to her father about her life and how things were so
hard for her. She did not how she was going to make it and wanted to give up.
She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved
a new one arose.

Her father, a chef, took her to the kitchen. He filled three pots with water
and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to a boil. In one he
placed carrots, in the second he placed eggs, and the last he placed ground
coffee beans. He let them sit and boil, without saying a word.
The daughter sucked her teeth and impatiently waited, wondering what he was
doing. In about twenty minutes he and turned off the burners. He fished the
carrots out and placed them in a bowl. He pulled the eggs out and placed them
a bowl. Then he ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her
he asked. "Darling, what do you see."
"Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied. He brought her closer and asked
her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. He then asked
her to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the
hard-boiled egg. Finally, he asked her to sip the coffee. She smiled as she
tasted its rich aroma. She humbly asked. "What does it mean Father?"
He explained that each of them had faced the same adversity, boiling water,
but each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and
unrelenting. But after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became
weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid
interior. But after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became
hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique however. After they were in the
boiling water, they had changed the water. "Which are you," he asked his daughter.
"When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot,
an egg, or a coffee bean? "

How about you? Are you the carrot that seems hard, but with pain and
adversity do you wilt and become soft and lose your strength? Are you the egg, which
starts off with a malleable heart? Were you a fluid spirit, but after a
death, a breakup, a divorce, or a layoff have you become hardened and stiff. Your
shell looks the same, but are you bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and
heart? Or are you like the coffee bean? The bean changes the hot water, the
thing that is bringing the pain, to its peak flavor reaches 212 degrees
Fahrenheit. When the water gets the hottest, it just tastes better.
If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and
make things better around you. When people talk about you, do your praises
to the Lord increase? When the hour is the darkest and trials are their
greatest, does your worship elevate to another level?
How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?

II Corinthians 4:8-9 - We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; we
are perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down,
but not destroyed.

Monday, October 09, 2006

slow down

Here is something that I got via email. it is so true. but before I post it here I just want to know how all you all are doing. I am fine and am still looking for a job. am doing some volunteer work at the Association for the Blind and Visually Impaired. it is a switchboard reception job. it is alright. anyway here it is and I hope that you all enjoy and think about what is written
A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street,
going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting
out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something. As his car passed, no children appeared.
Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag's side door! He slammed on the brakes
and backed the Jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown. The
angry driver
then jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up
against a parked car shouting, "What was that all about and who are you? Just what
the heck are you doing? That's a new car and that brick you threw is going
to cost a lot of money. Why did you do it?" The young boy was apologetic.
"Please, mister...please, I'm sorry but I didn't know what else to do," He
pleaded. "I threw the brick because no one else would stop..." With tears
dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot just
around a parked car. "It's my brother, "he said "He rolled off the curb and
fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up."
Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, "Would you please help me
get him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me."
Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump
in his throat. He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the
wheelchair, then took out a linen handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh
scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him everything was going to be okay.
"Thank you and may God bless you," the grateful child told the stranger.
Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the boy! push his
wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk toward their home.
It was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very
noticeable, but the driver never bothered to repair the dented side door.
He kept the dent there to remind him of this message: "Don't go through
life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your
attention!" God whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts. Sometimes
when we don't have time to listen, He has to throw a brick at us. It's our
choice to listen or not.

Monday, October 02, 2006

noah 2006

I got this from an email list and found it funny. but before I post it here I just want to ask that all keep me in prayer as I am still looking for a job and am not having much luck. Also Saturday I am competing in a humours speech contest as well as table topic contest. for Toast Masters. Table Topics is a impromtu speech. you don't know your topic until it is given you and you have 1-2 minutes to speak on it. the humours speech has to be 5-7 minutes. I am both nervous and excited. anyway without further ado here is Noah in 2006
Noah in 2006

In the year 2006 , the Lord came unto Noah, who was now living in the United States, and said, "Once again, the earth has become wicked and over-populated,
and I see the end of all flesh before me.

Build another Ark and save 2 of every living thing along with a few good humans."

He gave Noah the blueprints, saying, "You have 6 months to build the Ark before I will start the unending rain for 40 days and 40 nights."

Six months later, the Lord looked down and saw Noah weeping in his yard - but no Ark.

"Noah!" He roared, "I'm about to start the rain! Where is the Ark?"

"Forgive me, Lord," begged Noah, "but things have changed. I needed a building permit. I've been arguing with the inspector about the need for a sprinkler
system. My neighbors claim that I've violated the neighborhood zoning laws by building the Ark in my yard and exceeding the height limitations. We had
to go to the Development Appeal Board for a decision.

Then the Department of Transportation demanded a bond be posted for the future costs of moving power lines and other overhead obstructions, to clear the
passage for the Ark's move to the sea. I told them that the sea would be coming to us, but they would hear nothing of it.

Getting the wood was another problem. There's a ban on cutting local trees in order to save the spotted owl. I tried to convince the environmentalists that
I needed the wood to save the owls - but no go!

When I started gathering the animals, an animal rights group sued me.

They insisted that I was confining wild animals against their will. They argued the accommodation was too restrictive, and it was cruel and inhumane to
put so many animals in a confined space.

Then the EPA ruled that I couldn't build the Ark until they'd conducted an environmental impact study on your proposed flood.
I 'm still trying to resolve a complaint with the Human Rights Commission on how many minorities I'm supposed to hire for my building crew.

Immigration and Naturalization is checking the green-card status of most of the people who want to work.

The trades unions say I can't use my sons. They insist I have to hire only Union workers with Ark-building experience.

To make matters worse, the IRS seized all my assets, claiming I'm trying to leave the country illegally with endangered species.

So, forgive me, Lord, but it would take at least 10 years for me to finish this Ark."

Suddenly the skies cleared, the sun began to shine, and a rainbow stretched across the sky. Noah looked up in wonder and asked, "You mean you're not going
to destroy the world?"

"No," said the Lord. "The government beat me to it."

Thursday, September 21, 2006

college professor

I got the following in my email. I found it rather interesting and thought provoking. and felt I had to pass it along to you all. continue to pray for me as I am looking for a job. without further ado here is the posting
College professor

There was a certain Professor of Religion named Dr. Christianson, a
studious man
who taught at a small college in the Western United States. Dr. Christianson
taught the required survey course in Christianity at this particular
institution. Every student was required to take this course his or her freshman
year regardless of his or her major.

Although Dr. Christianson tried hard to communicate the essence of the
gospel in
his class, he found that most of his students looked upon the course as nothing
but required drudgery. Despite his best efforts, most students refused to take
Christianity seriously.

This year, Dr. Christianson had a special student named Steve. Steve was only a
freshman, but was studying with the intent of going onto seminary for the
ministry. Steve was popular, he was well liked, and he was an imposing physical
specimen. He was now the starting center on the school foot ball team, and was
the best student in the professor's class.

One day, Dr. Christianson asked Steve to stay after class so he could talk with
him. "How many push-ups can you do?" Steve said, "I do about 200 every night."
"200? That's pretty good, Steve," Dr. Christianson said. "Do you think you
do 300?" Steve replied, "I don't know... I've never done 300 at a time."
"Do you
think you could?" again asked Dr. Christianson. "Well, I can try," said Steve.

"Can you do 300 in sets of 10? I have a class project in mind and I need you to
do about 300 push-ups in sets of ten for this to work. Can you do it? I
need you
to tell me you can do it," said the professor. Steve said, "Well... I think I
can...yeah, I can do it." Dr. Christianson said, "Good! I need you to do
this on
Friday. Let me explain what I have in mind."

Friday came and Steve got to class early and sat in the front of the room. When
class started, the professor pulled out a big box of donuts. No these weren't
the normal kinds of donuts, they were the extra fancy BIG kind, with cream
centers and frosting swirls. Everyone was pretty excited it was Friday, the
class of the day, and they were going to get an early start on the weekend with
a party in Dr. Christianson's class.

Dr. Christianson went to the first girl in the first row and asked,
"Cynthia, do
you want to have one of these donuts?" Cynthia said, "Yes." Dr. Christianson
then turned to Steve and asked, "Steve, would you do ten push-ups so that
Cynthia can have a donut?" "Sure." Steve jumped down from his desk to do a
ten. Then Steve again sat in his desk. Dr. Christianson put a donut on
desk. Dr. Christianson then went to Joe, the next person, and asked, "Joe, do
you want a donut?" Joe said, "Yes." Dr. Christianson asked, "Steve would you do
ten push-ups so Joe can have a donut?" Steve did ten push-ups, Joe got a donut.
And so it went, down the first aisle, Steve did ten push-ups for every person
before they got their donut. And down the second aisle, till Dr. Christianson
came to Scott. Scott was on the basketball team, and in as good condition as
Steve. He was very popular and never lacking for female companionship. When the
professor asked, "Scott do you want a donut?" Scott's reply was, "Well, can
I do
my own push-ups?" Dr. Christianson said, "No, Steve has to do them." Then Scott
said, "Well, I don't want one then." Dr. Christianson shrugged and then turned
to Steve and asked, "Steve, would you do ten push-ups so Scott can have a donut
he doesn't want?" With perfect obedience Steve started to do ten push-ups.
said, "HEY! I said I didn't want one!" Dr. Christianson said, "Look, this is my
classroom, my class, my desks, and these are my donuts. Just leave it on the
desk if you don't want it." And he put a donut on Scott's desk. Now by this
time, Steve had begun to slow down a little. He just stayed on the floor
sets because it took too much effort to be getting up and down. You could start
to see a little perspiration coming out around his brow. Dr. Christianson
started down the third row. Now the students were beginning to get a little
angry. Dr. Christianson asked Jenny, "Jenny, do you want a donut?" Sternly,
Jenny said! , "No." Then Dr. Christianson asked Steve, "Steve, would you do ten
more Push-ups so Jenny can have a donut that she doesn't want?" Steve did
ten....Jenny got a donut.

By now, a growing sense of uneasiness filled the room. The students were
beginning to say "No" and there were all these uneaten donuts on the desks.
Steve also had to really put forth a lot of extra effort to get these push-ups
done for each donut. There began to be a small pool of sweat on the floor
beneath his face, his arms and brow were beginning to get red because of the
physical effort involved. Dr. Christianson asked Robert, who was the most vocal
unbeliever in the class, to watch Steve do each push -up to make sure he
did the
full ten push-ups in a set because he couldn't bear to watch all of Steve's
for all of those uneaten donuts. He sent Robert over to where Steve was so
Robert could count the set and watch Steve closely. Dr. Christianson started
down the fourth row.
During his class, however, some students from other classes had wandered in and
sat down on the steps along the radiators that ran down the sides of the room.
When the professor realized this, ! he did a quick count and saw that now there
were 34 students in the room. He started to worry if Steve would be able to
it. Dr. Christianson went on to the next person and the next and the next. Near
the end of that row, Steve was really having a rough time. He was taking a lot
more time to complete each set. Steve asked Dr. Christianson, "Do I have to
my nose touch on each one?" Dr. Christianson thought for a moment, "Well,
they're your push-ups. You are in charge now. You can do them any way that you
want." And Dr. Christianson went on. A few moments later, Jason, a recent
transfer student, came to the room and was about to come in when all the
students yelled in one voice, "NO! Don't come in! Stay out!" Jason didn't know
what was going on. Steve picked up his head and said, "No, let him come."
Professor Christianson said, "You realize that if Jason comes in you will have
to do ten push-ups for him?" Steve said, "Yes, let him come in. Give him a
Dr. Christi! anson said, "Okay, Steve, I'll let you get Jason's out of the way
right now. Jason, do you want a donut?" Jason, new to the room hardly knew
what was going on. "Yes," he said, "give me a donut." "Steve, will you do ten
push-ups so that Jason can have a donut?" Steve did ten push-ups very
slowly and
with great effort. Jason, bewildered, was handed a donut and sat down. Dr.
Christianson finished the fourth row, then started on those visitors seated by
the heaters. Steve's arms were now shaking with each push-up in a struggle to
lift himself against the force of gravity. Sweat was profusely dropping off of
his face and, by this time, there was no sound except his heavy breathing,
was not a dry eye in the room. The very last two students in the room were two
young women, both cheerleaders, and very popular. Dr. Christianson went to
Linda, the second to last, and asked, "Linda, do you want a doughnut?" Linda
said, very sadly, "No, thank you." Professor Christians on quietly asked,
"Steve, would you do ten push-ups so that Linda can have a donut she doesn't
want?" Grunting from the effort, Steve did ten very slow push-ups for
Linda. Then
Dr. Christianson turned to the last girl, Susan. "Susan, do you want a donut?"
Susan, with tears flowing down her face, began to cry. "Dr. Christianson, why
can't I help him?" Dr. Christianson, with tears of his own, said, "No,
Steve has
to do it alone, I have given him this task and he is in charge of seeing that
everyone has an opportunity for a donut whether they want it or not. When I
decided to have a party this last day of class, I looked at my grade book.
Steve, here is the only student with a perfect grade. Everyone else has
failed a
test, skipped class, or offered me inferior work. Steve told me that in
practice, when a player messes up he must do push-ups. I told Steve that
none of
you could come to my party unless he paid the price by doing your push ups. He
and I made a deal for your sakes. Steve, would you do ten push-ups so Susan can
have a donut?" As Steve! very slowly finished his last push-up, with the
understanding that he had accomplished all that was required of him, having
350 push-ups, his arms buckled beneath him and he fell to the floor. Dr.
Christianson turned to the room and said. "And so it was, that our Savior,
Christ, on the cross, plead to the Father, 'into Thy hands I commend my
With the understanding that He had done everything that was required of Him, he
yielded up His life. And like some of those in this room, many of us leave the
gift on the desk, uneaten." Two students helped Steve up off the floor and to a
seat, physically exhausted, but wearing a thin smile. "Well done, good and
faithful servant," said the professor, adding "Not all sermons are preached in

Turning to his class the professor said, "My wish is that you might understand
and fully comprehend all the riches of grace and mercy that have been given to
you through the sacrifice of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. He spared not
only His Begotten Son, but gave Him up for us all for the whole Church, now and
forever. Whether or not we choose to accept His gift to us, the price has been
paid. Wouldn't you be foolish and ungrateful to leave it laying on the desk?"

Sunday, August 27, 2006

carl's garden

here is something I received from one of my a friend that I have read many times and it has always touched me and I hope that it will touch you in a special way.
Carl was a quiet man. He didn't talk much. He would always greet you with
a big smile and a firm handshake.

Even after living in our neighborhood for over 50 years, no one could
really say they knew him very well.

Before his retirement, he took the bus to work each morning. The lone
sight of him walking down the street often worried us.

He had a slight limp from a bullet wound received in W.W.II.

Watching him, we worried that although he had survived W.W.II, he may not
make it through our changing uptown neighborhood with its ever-increasing
random violence, gangs, and drug activity.

When he saw the flyer at our local church asking for volunteers for caring
for the gardens behind the minister's residence, he responded in his
characteristically unassuming manner. Without fanfare, he just signed up.

He was well into his 87th year when the very thing we had always feared
finally happened.

He was just finishing his watering for the day when three gang members
approached him. Ignoring their attempt to intimidate him, he simply asked,
"Would you like a drink from the hose?"

The tallest and toughest-looking of the three said, "Yeah, sure," with a
malevolent little smile.

As Carl offered the hose to him, the other two grabbed Carl's arm,
throwing him down. As the hose snaked crazily over the ground, dousing
everything in its way, Carl's assailants stole his retirement watch and his
wallet, and then fled.

Carl tried to get himself up, but he had been thrown down on his bad leg.
He lay there trying to gather himself as the minister came running to help

Although the minister had witnessed the attack from his window, he
couldn't get there fast enough to stop it. "Carl, are you okay? Are you
hurt?" the minister kept asking as he helped Carl to his feet.

Carl just passed a hand over his brow and sighed, shaking his head.

"Just some punk kids. I hope they'll wise-up someday." His wet clothes
clung to his slight frame as he bent to pick up the hose. He adjusted the
nozzle again and started to water.

Confused and a little concerned, the minister asked, "Carl, what are you

"I've got to finish my watering. It's been very dry lately," came the calm

Satisfying himself that Carl really was all right, the minister could only
marvel. Carl was a man from a different time and place.

A few weeks later the three returned. Just as before their threat was
unchallenged. Carl again offered them a drink from his hose.

This time they didn't rob him. They wrenched the hose from his hand and
drenched him head to foot in the icy water.

Whe n they had finished their humiliation of him, they sauntered off down
the street, throwing catcalls and curses, falling over one another laughing
at the hilarity of what they had just done.

Carl just watched them. Then he turned toward the warmth giving sun,
picked up his hose, and went on with his watering.

The summer was quickly fading into fall Carl was doing some tilling when
he was startled by the sudden approach of someone behind him. He stumbled
and fell into some evergreen branches.

As he struggled to regain his footing, he turned to see the tall leader of
his summer tormentors reaching down for him. He braced himself for the
expected attack.

"Don't worry old man, I'm not gonna hurt you this time." The young man
spoke softly, still offering the tattooed and scarred hand to Carl. As he
helped Carl get up, the man pulled a crumpled bag from his pocket and handed
it to Carl.

"What's this?" Carl asked.

"It's your stuff," the man explained. "It's your stuff back. Even the
money in your wallet." "I don't understand," Carl said. "Why would you help
me now?"

The man shifted his feet, seeming embarrassed and ill at ease. "I learned
something from you," he said. "I ran with that gang and hurt people like
you. We picked you because you were old and we knew we could do it. But
every time we came and did something to you, instead of yelling and fighting
back, you tried to give us a drink. You didn't hate us for hating you. You
kept showing love against our hate." He stopped for a moment.

"I couldn't sleep after we stole your stuff, so here it is back." He
paused for another awkward moment, not knowing what more there was to say.
"That bag's my way of saying thanks for straightening me out, I guess." And
with that, he walked off down the street.

Carl looked down at the sack in his hands and gingerly opened it. He took
out his retirement watch and put it back on his wrist. Opening his wallet,
he checked for his wedding photo. He gazed for a moment at the young bride
that still smiled back at him from all those years ago.

He died one cold day after Christmas that winter. Many people attended his
funeral in spite of the weather.

In particular the minister noticed a tall young man that he didn't know
sitting quietly in a distant corner of the church.

The minister spoke of Carl's garden as a lesson in life. In a voice made
thick with unshed tears, he said, "Do your best and make your garden as
beautiful as you can. We will never forget Carl and his garden."

The following spring another flyer went up. It read: "Person needed to
care for Carl's garden."

The flyer went unnoticed by the busy parishioners until one day when a
knock was heard at the minister's office door.

Opening the door, the minister saw a pair of scarred and tattooed hands
holding the flyer. "I believe this is my job, if you'll have me," the young
man said.

The minister recognized him as the same young man who had returned the
stolen watch and wallet to Carl.

He knew that Carl's kindness had turned this man's life around.

As the minister handed him the keys to the garden shed, he said, "Yes, go
take care of Carl's garden and honor him."

The man went to work and, over the next several years, he tended the
flowers and vegetables just as Carl had done.

In that time, he went to college, got married, and became a prominent
member of the community. But he never forgot his promise to Carl's memory
and kept the garden as beautiful as he thought Carl would have kept it.

One day he approached the new minister and told him that he couldn' t care
for the garden any longer. He explained with a shy and happy smile, "My wife
just had a baby boy last night, and she's bringing him home on Saturday."

"Well, congratulations!" said the minister, as he was handed the garden
shed keys. "That's wonderful! What's the baby's name?" "Carl," he replied.

That's the whole gospel message simply stated.

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

true beauty

-- Author Unknown

The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read
Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree
Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown
For the world was intent on dragging me down

And if that weren't enough to ruin my day
A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play
He stood right before me with his head tilted down
And said with great excitement, "Look what I found"

In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight
With its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light
Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play
I faked a small smile and then shifted away

But instead of retreating he sat next to my side
And placed the flower to his nose
And declared with overacted surprise
"It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too"
"That's why I picked it; here, it's for you"

The weed before me was dying or dead
Not vibrant of colors: orange, yellow or red
But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave
So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need"

But instead of him placing the flower in my hand
He held it mid-air without reason or plan
It was then that I noticed for the very first time
That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind

I heard my voice quiver; tears shone in the sun
As I thanked him for picking the very best one
"You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play
Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.

I sat there and wondered how he managed to see
A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree
How did he know of my self-indulged plight
Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight

Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see
The problem was not with the world; the problem was me
And for all of those times I myself had been blind
I vowed to see the beauty in life
And appreciate every second that's mine

And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose
And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose
And smiled as I watched that young boy
Another weed in his hand
About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man

I got this from a list I am on and thought it worhty of [posting here. it was awesome in my eyes! so here it goes.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

enjoy the coffee

below is a email I received in one of my groups on yahoo. I found it pretty awesome and a real treat to read.
Enjoy the Coffee
Enjoy The Coffee (This is such a good one)

A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university

Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life. Offering his guests
coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups - porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal,
some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite - telling them to help themselves to the coffee.

All the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said: "If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up, leaving
behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is but normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress.
Be assured that the cup itself, adds no quality to the coffee in most cases, just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink.

What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups... and then began eyeing each other's cups.

Now consider this: Life is the coffee, and the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life,
and the type of cup we have does not define, nor change the quality of Life we live. Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy
the coffee God has provided us."

God brews the coffee, not the cups..........enjoy your coffee

celia hogan

Tuesday, July 25, 2006



Mary and her husband Jim had a dog, Lucky. Lucky was a real character.
Whenever Mary and Jim had company come for a weekend visit they would warn
their friends to not leave their luggage open because Lucky would help himself to
whatever struck his fancy. Inevitably, someone would forget and something
would come up missing. Mary or Jim would go to Lucky's toy box in the basement
and there the treasure would be, amid all of Lucky's favorite toys.

Lucky always stashed his "finds" in his toy box and he was very
particular that his toys stay in the box.

Mary found out that she had breast cancer. Something told her she was
going to die of this disease... She was just so sure that it was fatal. She
went ahead and scheduled the double mastectomy with fear riding her shoulders.

The night before she was to go to the hospital she cuddled with Lucky. A
thought struck her...what would happen to Lucky? Although the three-year-old
dog liked Jim, he was Mary's dog through and through. If I die, Lucky will be
abandoned, Mary thought. He won't understand that I didn't want to leave him.

The thought made her sadder than thinking of her own death. The double
mastectomy was harder on Mary than her doctors had anticipated and Mary was
hospitalized for over two weeks.

Jim took Lucky for his evening walk faithfully, but the little dog just
drooped, whining and miserable. Finally the day came for Mary to leave the
hospital. When she arrived home, Mary was so exhausted she couldn't even make it
up the steps to her bedroom. Jim made his wife comfortable on the couch and
left her to nap.

Lucky stood watching Mary but he didn't come to her when she called. It
made Mary very sad but sleep soon overcame her and she dozed. When Mary woke
for a second she couldn't understand what was wrong. She couldn't move her
head and her body felt heavy and hot. But panic soon gave way to laughter when
Mary realized the problem. She was covered...literally blanketed... With
every treasure that Lucky owned!

While she had slept, the sorrowing dog had made trip after trip to the
basement bringing his beloved mistress all his favorite things in life. He had
covered her with his love. Mary forgot about dying. Instead she and Lucky began
living again, walking further and further together every night.

It's been 12 years now and Mary is still cancer-free.

And Lucky? He still steals treasures and stashes them in his toy box
but Mary remains his greatest treasure.

Live every day to the fullest.

The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most
credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones that


Thursday, July 20, 2006

christian essentials

Well I am about to write a speech that I did for my Toast masters group about a year and half ago or there abouts. the title of this posting ws the title of the speech. mind you it will not be word for word but I am going on memory.

Welcome to christian boot camp. I am about to teach you the essentials you need to survive in battle. they are as follows: faith, fellowship, food and prayer. Faith is simple it is the substance of things hoped for the evidence of things not seen. you will say to me that I am not like you I am not a christian so I don't have faith. well ladies and gentlemen that is crazy. because when you came in tonight you pulled up a chair and sat down. you didn't check it to make sure it would hold your weight or that it was sturdy. you put your trust or "faith" in the chiar. so you have faith. you drink water without worry because you have "faith" that the filters have cleaned it so you can drink it.
Next you need food to survive. there are 2 types of food. angels food and devils food. angels food is simple. it is the word of God. you say what is devil's food? well anything that contradictions the cook "the Bible" how you will ask does one know the difference. well get you get so familar with the angels food that when you spot devils food you will see it right away. a bank teller doesn't study counterfit money to know what it is they get themselves so familar with real money that when a fake bill comes across they recognize it right away.
fellowship! this is simple. it is gathering with other believers. this for encouragement and to help with the battle plans and build each other up. scripture says we are not to forsake assembling together. so keep on getting together.
Prayer! this is talking with God. you will notice I didn't say talking to God. because talking to someone you expect they will do what you say and you really don't expect or desire a response. Talking with God you tell him what is on your mind and ask for insight and direction and listen to what he has to say. not saying he will answer verbally. he sometimes might but often times he talks to us in response via a friend or his word. now we should listen more then we talk. God gave us 2 ears and one mouth. that should tell us something. we are to listen twice as much as we talk.
so the essentials are: faith, food fellowship and prayer. prayer is very key and not any least important then any of the otehers.

that was my speech. I only had 5-7 minutes to speak so I could give a tun of indepth insight. but there you have it. enjoy.

Thursday, June 29, 2006

remember to smile

Her last project of the term was called "Smile."

The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reactions.

I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say hello anyway, so, I thought this would be a piece of cake, literally.

Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I went out to McDonald's one crisp March morning.

It was just our way of sharing special playtime with our son.

We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us began to back away, and then even my husband did.

I did not move an inch... An overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside of me as I turned to see why they had moved.

As I turned around I smelled a horrible "dirty body" smell, and there standing behind me were two poor homeless men.

As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was "smiling".

His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God's Light as he searched for acceptance.

He said, "Good day" as he counted the few coins he had been clutching.

The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I realized the second man was mentally challenged and the blue-eyed gentleman was his

I held my tears as I stood there with them.

The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted.

He said, "Coffee is all Miss" because that was all they co! uld afford. (If they wanted to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something.
He just wanted to be warm).

Then I really felt it - the compulsion was so great I almost reached out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes.

That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me, judging my every action.

I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me two more breakfast meals on a separate tray.

I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen as a resting spot. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue-eyed gentleman's
cold hand.

He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Thank you."

I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, "I did not do this for you. God is here working through me to give you hope."

I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son. When I sat down my husband smiled at me and said, "That is why God gave you to me, Honey,
to give me hope."

We held hands for a moment and at that time, we knew that only because of the Grace that we had been given were we able to give.

We are not church goers, but we are believers.

That day showed me the pure Light of God's sweet love.

I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this story in hand.

I turned in "my project" and the instructor read it.

Then she looked up at me and said, "Can I share this?"

I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class.

She began to read and that is when I knew that we as human beings and being part of God share this need to heal people and to be healed.

In my own way I had touched the people at McDonald's, my husband, son, instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom on the last night I spent as
a college student.

I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn: UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE.

Much love and compassion is sent to each and every person who may read this and learn how to



Thursday, June 15, 2006


I got this from one of my email lists! I thought it spoke volumes and it was worthy to pass along.
The Rogers are devout Christians who have built a strong family. The father has a special interest in the spiritual condition of each of his children and
often would quiz them in order to know if they were sure of their salvation.
Occasionally he would ask them to share in their own words about their relationship with Jesus Christ.
One day it was seven-year-old Jimmy's turn to express how he knew he had Eternal Life.
Jimmy told his version: "I think it will be something like this in Heaven. One day when we all get to go to Heaven, it will be time for the big angel to
read from the big book the names of all the people who will be there.
"He will come to the Rogers family and say, 'Daddy Rogers?' and Daddy will say, 'Here!' Then the angel will call out, 'Mommy Rogers?' and Mommy will say
'Here!' Then the angel will come down to call out ''Susie Rogers ?' and 'Mavis Rogers?' and they will both say, 'Here!'"
He paused, took a big deep breath and continued. "And finally that big angel will read my name, 'Jimmy Rogers,' and because I'm little and maybe he'll miss
me, I'll jump and shout real loud, 'Here!' to make sure he knows I'm there!"
Just a few days later there was a tragic accident. A car struck down little Jimmy Rogers as he made his way to catch the school bus.
Jimmy was rushed by ambulance to the hospital, and all the family was summoned. He was in critical condition.
The little family group gathered around the bed in which little Jimmy now lay with no movement, no consciousness and no hope for recovery. The doctors had
done all that was in their power. Jimmy would probably be gone by morning. The family prayed and waited.
Late in the night the little boy seemed to be stirring a bit. They all moved closer. They saw his lips move; just one word was all he uttered before he
passed from this life. But what a word of comfort and hope for a grieving family he was to leave behind.
In the clear voice of a little boy, loud and clear enough so all could hear and understand, little Jimmy Rogers said one word: "Here!" And then he was gone
to another life
beyond this world, where a big angel was reading the names of all those written here.
author unknown

Friday, June 09, 2006

Chicago trip

It was a mild kind of day when the strube family got in the car for yet another trip to Chicago. With Ruthann in the back seat with her favorite and daddy beside her and grandpa in the front passenger seat and Grandma in the driver the strube crew was off. Yes today Friday June 9 we took another trip to Chicago. this time it was a duel trip. I was to see Dr. Mckennen for a final look and he was going to take a quick look at Ruthann. Ruthann was going to go under a infussion cat scan. She was a trooper. she cried a little while they were putting the iv in but other then that she was awesome. she laid perfectly still during the scan and everything. she even got a doll to keep and a sticker and some clip on ear rings. we went from the scan to grab something to eat. we all were a bit hungry. then off to Dr. McKennen's office. we hit bumper to bumper traffic. finally arrived at his office. they were a bit busy but we eventually got in. it was a windy day in Chicago and we made the mistake of not bringing jackets. but my appointment went well. he will be getting back with us as soon as he sees the results of Ruthann's scan. Ruthann was quite the trooper both going and coming. while at Dr. Mckennen's office she was quite hiper. but calmed down on the way home. we stopped for Mcdonalds and she was happy. of course fell asleep on the way home. all in alll it was a good day and I suspect this isn't going to be the last trip to Chicago but we'll see. hope all are doing well.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

explaining God

I got the following in a email and thought it worthy to post here. it is awesome and so innocent.
THIS ONE IS FABULOUS!!! It was written by an 8-year-old named Danny Dutton, who lives in Chula Vista, CA. He wrote it for his third grade homework assignment,to "explain God". I wonder if any of us could have done as well?
"One of God's main jobs is making people. He makes them to replace the ones that die, so there will be enough people to take care of things on earth. He doesn't make grown-ups, just babies. I think because they are smaller and easier to make. That way he doesn't have to take up his valuable time teachingthem to talk and walk. He can just leave that to mothers and fathers."
"God's second most important job is listening to prayers. An awful lot of this goes on, since some people, like preachers and things, pray at times besidebedtime. God doesn't have time to listen to the radio or TV because of this. Because he hears everything, there must be a terrible lot of noise in hisears, unless he has thought of a way to turn it off."
"God sees everything and hears everything and is everywhere which keeps Him pretty busy. So you shouldn't go wasting his time by going over your mom anddad's head asking for something they said you couldn't have."
"Atheists are people who don't believe in God. I don't think there are any in Chula Vista. At least there aren't any who come to our church."
"Jesus is God's Son. He used to do all the hard work, like walking on water and performing miracles and trying to teach the people who didn't want to learnabout God. They finally got tired of him preaching to them and they crucified him. But he was good and kind, like his father, and he told his fatherthat they didn't know what they were doing and to forgive them and God said O.K."
"His dad (God) appreciated everything that he had done and all his hard work on earth so he told him he didn't have to go out on the road anymore. He couldstay in heaven. So he did. And now he helps his dad out by listening to prayers and seeing things which are important for God to take care of and whichones he can take care of himself without having to bother God. Like a secretary, only more important."
"You can pray anytime you want and they are sure to help you because they got it worked out so one of them is on duty all the time. You should always goto church on Sunday because it makes God happy, and if there's anybody you want to make happy, it's God!"
"Don't skip church to do something you think will be more fun like going to the beach. This is wrong. And besides the sun doesn't come out at the beachuntil noon anyway."
"If you don't believe in God, besides being an atheist, you will be very lonely, because your parents can't go everywhere with you, like to camp, but Godcan. It is good to know He's around you when you're scared, in the dark or when you can't swim and you get thrown into real deep water by big kids."
"But...you shouldn't just always think of what God can do for you. I figure God put me here and he can take me back anytime he pleases."
"And...that's why I believe in God."
thanks Mo

Thursday, May 25, 2006


I was just remembering the day that my daughter Ruthann was born. many of you probably don't know the story behind her birth. well grab a coke or coffee or juice or whatever and have a seat and read on. It was January 25 2002. I was preparing for my last day of work before going on my leave before my child was to be born. I awoke that morning at 4:30 in the morning as I did every morning. I had a quick breakfast and coffee and left for the bus stop. Got on the bus and headed for work. got off said bus and walked in with a co-worker. He joked with me that today could be the day. I laughed and stated that no it wouldn't be. my child wouldn't be born until January 29. I got in to work and went to my desk and changed out of my boots and into my shoes. left for the lunch room and grabed a snack from the line. called Jennnifer to let her know I made it to work safely. this is al usual routine thus far. well anyway Jennifer told me that she was going to have to change the sheets. I was totally awake and thought she had been sick. she stated no but rather she thinks that her water had broke. she then told me to call back in about 10 minutes. I went to talk with my supervisor who informed me that I wouldn't be staying around. I stated we didn't know for sure but she reminded me that she had had 3 kids and she knew what she was talking about. well we had our preshift meeting. i left after that and called Jennifer and she told me to stay put they were on the way to pick me up to go to the hospital. I ran back to my desk threw off my shoes and threw on my boots. told my supervisor. and was gather my things at my desk and one of my co-workers stated she could give me a ride. I stammered and stated I had a ride. one of the other supervisors thought it was funny. we arrived at the hospital about a quarter to 8. Jennifer was about 2 or 3 centimeters or something like that. well I and our firend who came with us her name was "andie" and i waited and waited. we left for a few mintues for lunch and came back and still no birth. finally about 9:04 that evening they decided to do a c-section. and Ruthann was born. it was amazing. Andie went into the nursery and adored my daughter and wouldn't you know it my sugar decided todrop. I mentioned something but we waited because usually I have a while before it is serious. next thing I know i am being ordered to sit and drink. i did so. I tried to eat a sandwich. then andie and I went to Jennifer's room and told her by and we would be back in the morning. on the way home Andie and I stopped at Burger King for dinner and we arrived at her and Sam's apartment. Sam is andie's husband. well I was asleep befor my head hit the pillow. this was about 11:15 in the evening. the net morning we woke up and went to the hospital. that night I returned to Andie's apartment because I had to be at church to anounce Ruthann's birth. wenet and did just that. after got a call on my cell letting me know that Ruthann was diagnosed with Jawndis I hope that I spelled it right I paniced but my ride to the hospital and Andie assured it was was normal and not to worry. that night I stayed at the hospital with Jennifer. anyway Ruthann had to be under lights at the apartment for a couple of days. the rest is history. Ruthann is now 4 years old believe it or not.

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Toast Master elections

Well as many of you know I am a member of Toast Masters International. The clube I belong to is called Words of Hope. I have been a member for about 3 years or so. Well tonight we held our anual elections and I was elected President. I previously held the office of Vice President of Education. But let me step back and explain something to those who are not aware of what toast masters is. Toast Masters is a club that one can join to learn both leadership and communication skills. While indeed the main focus seems to be on public speaking the skills learned can be applied in all forms of ones communications. the awesome thing is that many employers are recognizing this as a traing tool and reimbursing their employees for joining a Toast Masters club. I have completed my begining level and am 2 speeches away from the next level. will be speaking next week so by July I plan on having this level completed. I strongly reccommend Toast Masters it has helped me in more ways then I have space to write.

Sunday, May 21, 2006

remembering my surgeries

I was just hinking about my surgeries. The first surgery lasted for about 10 hours. I was in the icu for about a day and a half or there abouts. I was in the hospital for 6 days total. When I cam home I had what looked like a sock on my head to help keep the bandage stuff in place. this of course had to be changed daly which drove me nuts. and with last summer being a hotter then normal summer I went crazy. with the sock on my head and the swelling I felt uncomfrotable so I stayed where it was cool as much as possible. my first trip back to Chicago was good. got most of the stiches but some didn't seem ready to come out. but we managed fine. the swelling went down and I looked god then we moved on to phase two which was a second surgery. I was in the hospital that time for 3 days and all went well when stitches came out it was fine. taking a step back though Ruthann was unsure about coming to me after my first surgery but Annette's daughter Emma had no fear. I think I will close for now and write more later. stay tuned.

Saturday, May 20, 2006

dealing with people

This is something that I got from one of my email list groups the other day and it is interesting a unique a good way to deal with people
This is something to think about when negative people are doing theirbest to rain on your parade. So remember this story the next timesomeone who knows nothing and cares less tries to make your lifemiserable.
A woman was at her hairdresser's getting her hair styled for a trip toRome with her husband. She mentioned the trip to the hairdresser, whoresponded: "Rome? Why would anyone want to go there? It's crowded anddirty. You're crazy to go to Rome. So, how are you getting there?"
"We're taking Continental," was the reply. "We got a great rate!"
"Continental?" exclaimed the hairdresser. "That's a terrible airline.Their planes are old, their flight attendants are ugly, and they'realways late. So, where are you staying in Rome?"
"We'll be at this exclusive little place over on Rome's Tiber Rivercalled Teste."
"Don't go any further. I know that place. Everybody thinks its going tobe something special and exclusive, but it's really a dump, the worsthotel in the city! The rooms are small, the service is surly andthey're overpriced. So, whatcha' doing when you get there?"
"We're going to go to see the Vatican and we hope to see the Pope."
"That's rich," laughed the hairdresser. "You and a million other peopletrying to see him. He'll look the size of an ant. Boy, good luck onthis lousy trip of yours. You're going to need it."
A month later the woman again came in for a hairdo. The hairdresserasked her about her trip to Rome.
"It was wonderful," explained the woman, "not only were we on time inone of Continental's brand new planes, but it was overbooked and theybumped us up to first class. The food and wine were wonderful, and I hada handsome 28-year-old steward who waited on me hand and foot. And thehotel was great! They'd just finished a $5 million remodeling job andnow it's a jewel, the finest hotel in the city. They, too, wereoverbooked so they apologized and gave us their owner's suite at noextra charge!"
"Well," muttered the hairdresser, "that's all well and good, but I knowyou didn't get to see the Pope."
"Actually, we were quite lucky, because as we toured the Vatican, aSwiss Guard tapped me on the shoulder, and explained that the Pope likesto meet some of the visitors, and if I'd be so kind as to step into hisprivate room and wait, the Pope would personally greet me. Sure enough,five minutes later, the Pope walked through the door and shook my hand!I knelt down and he spoke a few words to me."
"Oh really! What'd he say?"
He said: "Where'd you get the lousy hairdo?

Friday, May 19, 2006

my chicago experience

As many of you know I have been back and forth to Chicago for surgery. Just reacp for you why. I have what is called neurofibromatosis which causes tumors that grow under the skin. for me it was on my face. I have had 3 surgeries to make it complete. I look like a million dollars and feel awesome. My first surgery was about 10 hours and the second 5 and the 3rd one was about 3 hours. the recovery has gone well all 3 times. each time was shorter then the prior. but I must say I now look different and feel great! I am thankful to the Lord for providing the funding so that the trips back and forth could be accomplished. I appreciated any and all prayers. each time in the hospital was awesome. the staff there at the University of Chicago hospital are awesome. if you've looked at my mom's blog you'll sseen the pictures and soon will see the current. I can't say enough about Dr. McKennen he is an awesome doctor. I will probably post more about each surgery specific later. stay tuned they will be the next 3 posts probably or who knows I am just getting used to blogging so be patient with me and we'll have some fun.

Thursday, May 18, 2006

ruthann's cute stuff

Well I thought I would post something cute that Ruthann has done the other day. On May 17 2006 I fixxed her lunch. while I did this she was down stairs playing with her kitchen stuff and saying that she was fixxing mom breakfast. mom of course is actually grandma. when I called her up for lunch which was a peanut butter and jelly sandwitch and chips she brought up toast and juice for grandma. it of course was all play stuff. but I thought it was cute how she decided to play like she was fixxing something. after alll daddy was fixxing her lunch so she felt she had to help fix grandma something to eat. I am not going to disencourage it but rather encourage it. it makes one smile.

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

i have joined

Well I just thought I would join the world of blogging. I won't probably be putting up pictures seeing how I can't see them but may from time to time have some you'll have to just wait and see what it all will hold. I will have stories about my experience with toast masters, about Ruthann and the crazy things that she does and who knows what else. Don't know how often I'll update this blog but will have doing it. feel free to comment and have fun with me.


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I am a man of God who loves to speak on a variety of issues. I love to speak to motivate, inspire or just inform. As you can see from my photo I am a single father and I do want to remarry one day provided the right lady comes along. If you need a speaker to motivate your employees, gtroup or to speak at an event. I am willing ready and able. Let me know time and place and we can work out the details