Today is the day the Lord has made. I will rejoice & be glad in it.

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Date: Sun, 28 Jun 2009 16:33:14 -0700
From: fuzzbuttdolls@yahoo.com
Subject: FW: April 1948
To: gogaitd123@hotmail.com

Some of you will recall that on July 8, 1947, a little over 60 years  ago, witnesses claim that an unidentified flying object (UFO) with five aliens aboard crashed onto a sheep and cattle ranch just outside  Roswell , New Mexico .  This is a well known incident that many say has long been covered up by the U.S. Air Force and other federal agencies and organizations.     However, what you may NOT know is that in the month of April 1948, nine months after that historic day, the following people were born:     Albert A. Gore, Jr..  Hillary Rodham  John F. Kerry  William J. Clinton  Howard Dean  Nancy Pelosi  Dianne Feinstein  Charles E. Schumer  Barbara Boxer     See what happens when aliens breed with sheep?     I certainly hope this bit of information clears up a lot of things for you.  It did for me.     No wonder they support the bill to help illegal aliens!     Now You Know.

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From: fuzzbuttdolls@yahoo.com
Subject: The Pastor's Ass
Date: Tue, 28 Apr 2009 22:35:13 -0400
To: gogaitd123@hotmail.com

The  Pastor's Ass 

 The pastor entered his donkey in a race and 
It won.. 
 The pastor was so pleased with the donkey 
That he entered it in the 
Race 
Again, and it won again. 
 The local paper read: 

PASTOR'S 
ASS OUT FRONT. 

  The Bishop was so upset with this kind of 
Publicity that he ordered 
The 
Pastor not to enter the donkey in another race. 
   The next day, the local paper headline 
Read: 


BISHOP 
SCRATCHES 
PASTOR'S 
ASS. 

  This was too much for the bishop, so he 
Ordered the pastor to get 
Rid 
Of the donkey. 
  The pastor decided to give it to a nun in a 
Nearby convent. 
  The local paper, hearing of the news, posted 
The following headline 
The 
Next day: 

NUN HAS BEST ASS IN TOWN. 

The bishop fainted. 
 He informed the nun that she would have to
Get rid of the donkey, so she
  Sold it to a farmer for $10.
  The next day the paper read: 

  NUN 
SELLS ASS FOR $10. 

  This was too much for the bishop, so he 
Ordered the nun to buy back 
The 
Donkey and lead it to the plains where it could run 
Wild..
 
The next day the headlines read: 

NUN ANNOUNCES HER ASS IS WILD AND FREE. 

  The bishop was buried the next day. 

  The moral of the story is . .. Being 
Concerned about public opinion 
Can bring you much grief and misery .. . 
Even shorten your life. 

  So be yourself and enjoy life. 
  Stop worrying about everyone else's ass and 
You'll be a lot happier 
And 
Live longer



 
 

While kittens can be nerve wrecking at times,they have brought a lot of joy & laughter. Each one is developing their own personalities and they are so full of life and energy.
Seally is still the talker. He is his mother's son. DE always has to anounce everything and isn't shy about saying "I want it & I want it now". He has also aquired her habit of sleeping with his head in the water dish. Maybe that explains why it seems like he goes out of his way to get baths. All the kittens have gotten baths but Seally & Frosty both needed 1 to remove poop stuck in their bloomers & then Seally needed one because he fell out of the truck & he got diesel fuel & grease all over him. I guess boys will be boys. LOL
Frosty not only has out grown Seally but has taken over the roll of Mr Personality. As soon as he hears the lid come off the food canister,he comes running & jumps in & helps himself.He was also the first kitten to discover the top bunk & had no problems in joining his Uncle Flame & stealing his food. He is by far the best kitten out of the 9 looking from a show/breeder perspective.
Rinty not only has caught up in size to his sister but now looks like a kitten & is a carbon copy of his Uncle Shy Boy.I really expect him to be the largest out of the litters at maturety. He spends more time in my lap than any of the others and can often be found sitting on my shoulder & snuggling into my neck. Just watch out for those love bites on the chin & ears!
Tear Drop is Little Miss Attitude. She can be a little jumpy like her mother but will throw herself in the food dish & growl to keep the others away. Doesn't work but she tries. Don't know where this attitude came from in her. She's a sweety otherwise and the most likely to be curled up to me when I wake in the morning.
The other female really hasn't set herself apart & I still haven't named her. Both girls have decided that Rinty had a good thing going with the lap & are spending more time in my lap.
All the kittens have a blast with the tent. It's a miniture version of a people tent & I'm constantly having to set it back up as they move it all over & pull the poles out of the keepers. They also love climbing the safety net.
It's just hilarious how they can be going like mad then 10 seconds later be out cold,just colapsing wherever they are at the moment,just light someone throwing a light switch. They are just as likely to nap beside me or on me.
Dreamer,who just started acting like a kitten about the time these guys were born has just loved having playmates.

DE has been a hoot through her motherhood. As stated in an earlier post,she tried to drag Dreamer off when she first went into labor.As of Thrs AM her babies have been weaned although she is shareing Rinty with Misty. This morning she went & perched over Dreamer like she would over her kittens. To put this in perspective,Dreamer is 7 months old.

Rinty is Misty's runt. While he has a sister close to the same size but her fur quality is so much better. Rinty looks like a long haired chihuahua.
I weaned Misty's babies on Sunday but continue to let Rinty nurse. I left him out all night & woke up once to find him crashed ontop of Dreamer & her looking so proud of herself. I put him with his mother & he imediately latched on for a midnight snack. Later I awoke to find him nursing from DE.
This morning when I put him away,his belly was twice as big as normal! That never slowed him down though as he faught his way to the food dish.
He has been spoiled rotten & loves climbing under my chin where he'll chew & bat at me awhile & then curl up to go asleep.

There is something about witnessing a baby's "first" reguardless if human or animal.
Some highlights for me with these current litters so far have been ....The day Seally begged & begged to be let out of the kennel & when I left him out he climbed right into my lap & went to sleep.... The kittens just started eating canned food on Monday. Today while feeding,1 of Misty's girls pounced on the first spoon full & when I tried putting more in she pushed at the spoon & started growling thinking I was tring to push her away from the food..... Tonight I witnessed 1 of Misty's using the litter box. I just added litter boxes yesterday........ Watching Rinty has been a blast. He still looks so pitifull but he's a fighter & he just loves climbing all over me. He might not look like much but he's going to make someone very happy. He loves being loved & is a little show off.

Kittens,like all animals,have their own personalities. What's been amusing to me is the difference in litter personalities.
This is my first time having 2 litters at once. Not my plan but it took Misty 4 months to concieve & I wasn't going to miss breeding DE on the hopes Misty would finally produce.
Both queens are first time mothers. Misty acted like an old pro in delivery.DE went into a blind panic.It didn't help that I kenneled her when she went into labor as she hates being locked up.
Outside of opening the sack on 1 of Misty's babies,she needed no assistance. DE on the other hand had a dificult delivery. Her first kitten was deformed & still born & didn't want delivered. I had to tie & cut the umbilical cords on 3 kittens. She finally did the 4th herself after I started to remove it to do the job myself.
Misty's kittens are quiet when she leaves the box. Now at 19 days old they'll adventure to the door but not come out. Today I took them out as they need to be moving around more. 1 went back into the box & went to sleep. 2 pretty much stayed in 1 spot while the 4th wandered all over creation. (She had 5 kittens but I gave the runt to DE to raise).
DE's litter on the other hand is very vocal & have no problems leaving the kennel on their own (they are 15 days old).
some other differences that may have something to do with why 1 litter is so laid back & the other "in your face". DE became standoffish while pregnant. Misty became more loving.
Misty & family had to be evacuated 3 times. First time when DE went into labor. I thought I had about 2 weeks between litters,not 4 days & wasn't prepared. 2 times to clean out the kennel as Misty won't say she needs out & will pee in the kennel. Misty also has twice tried moving her kittens on her own.
Misty has never has never bothered DE's babies where DE will leave her kennel & go straight to Misty's babies to feed them. Misty is content to spend more time away from her babies than DE is.
Is it DE's over protectiveness that is giving her babies more confidence? Is it because they were handled more at birth? Maybe the stability of not being moved around? A combination of these things?
What ever the reason. It is interesting to me to see how different 1 litter is from the other personality wise.

-----Original Message-----
From: Dot Burns <burnsd33@bigplanet.com>
Sent: 11/19/2008 4:26:31 AM
To: JCPromisedLand@aol.com <JCPromisedLand@aol.com>, 'Whit Burns' <whitburns@neo.rr.com>, Ernest White <blanco27@yahoo.com>, 'Hoffmann, Robyn L.' <rhoffman@nd.gov>, Mark Lewis <sophiaskidder@yahoo.com>, melthurm@att.net <melthurm@att.net>, 'Marcella Kephart' <w8koqxyl@roadrunner.com>, Anna brown <gogaitd123@hotmail.com>
Subject: FW: New Preamble to the Constitution


OK, is this common sense, or just wishful thinking??



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FromSent: Monday, November 17, 2008 1:29 PM
Subject: FW: New Preamble to the Constitution





NEW PREAMBLE

TO THE CONSTITUTION


This is probably the best e-mail I've seen in a long,

long time. The following has been attributed

to State Representative Mitchell Kaye from GA. This guy

should run for President one day...



'We the sensible people of the United States, in an attempt

to help everyone get along, restore some semblance of justice, avoid more

riots, keep our nation safe, promote positive behavior, and secure the

blessings of debt-free liberty to ourselves and our

great-great-great-grandchildren, hereby try one more time to ordain and

establish some common sense guidelines for the terminally whiny, guilt
ridden,

delusional, and other liberal bed-wetters. We hold these truths to be self

evident: that a whole lot of people are confused by the Bill of Rights and
are so

dim they require a Bill of NON-Rights.'





ARTICLE I:

You do not have the right to a new car, big screen TV, or any other form of

wealth. More power to you if you can legally acquire them, but no one is

guaranteeing anything.





ARTICLE II:

You do not have the right to never be offended. This country is based on

freedom, and that means freedom for everyone -- not just you! You may leave
the

room, turn the channel, express a different opinion, etc.; but the world is

full of idiots, and probably always will be.





ARTICLE III:

You do not have the right to be free from harm. If you stick a screwdriver
in

your eye, learn to be more careful; do not expect the tool manufacturer to
make

you and all your relatives independently wealthy.





ARTICLE IV: You

do not have the right to free food and housing. Americans are the most

charitable people to be found, and will gladly help anyone in need, but we
are

quickly growing weary of subsidizing generation after generation of

professional couch potatoes who achieve nothing more than the creation of

another generation of professional couch potatoes . (This one is my pet

peeve...get an education and go to work....don't expect everyone else to
take

care of you!)





ARTICLE V:

You do not have the right to free health care. That would be nice, but from
the

looks of public housing, we're just not interested in public health care.





ARTICLE VI:

You do not have the right to physically harm other people. If you kidnap,
rape,

intentionally maim, or kill someone, don't be surprised if the rest of us
want

to see you fry in the electric chair.





ARTICLE VII:

You do not have the right to the possessions of others. If you rob, cheat,
or

coerce away the goods or services of other citizens, don't be surprised if
the

rest of us get together and lock you away in a place where you still won't
have

the right to a big screen color TV or a life of leisure.





ARTICLE VIII:

You do not have the right to a job. All of us sure want you to have a job,
and

will gladly help you along in hard times, but we expect you to take
advantage

of the opportunities of education and vocational training laid before you to

make yourself useful. (AMEN!)





ARTICLE IX:

You do not have the right to happiness. Being an American means that you
have

the right to PURSUE happiness, which by the way, is a lot easier if you are

unencumbered by an over abundance of idiotic laws created by those of you
who

were confused by the Bill of Rights.





ARTICLE X: This

is an English speaking country. We don't care where you are from, English is

our language. Learn it or go back to wherever you came from! (Lastly....)





ARTICLE XI:

You do not have the right to change our country's history or heritage. This

country was founded on the belief in one true God. And yet, you are given
the

freedom to believe in any religion, any faith, or no faith at all; with no
fear of persecution The phrase IN GOD WE TRUST is part of our heritage and
history, and if you are uncomfortable with it, TOUGH!

If you agree, share this with a friend. No, you don't have

to, and nothing tragic will befall you if you don't. I just think it's about

time common sense is allowed to flourish. Sensible people of the United
States speak

out because if you do not, who will?



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-----Original Message-----
From: Fuzz Butt Dolls <fuzzbuttdolls@yahoo.com>
Sent: 11/11/2008 1:33:37 PM
To: gogaitd123 <gogaitd123@hotmail.com>
Subject: FW: God vs Science



Subject: God vs Science

This one will keep your attention to the end.......It really makes you
think........

A science professor begins his school year with a lecture to the students,
"Let me explain the problem science has with religion." The atheist
professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his new
students to stand.

"You're a Christian, aren't you, son?"

"Yes sir," the student says.

"So you believe in God?"

"Absolutely."

"Is God good?"

"Sure! God's good."

"Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?"

"Yes."

"Are you good or evil?"

"The Bible says I'm evil."

The professor grins knowingly. "Aha! The Bible!" He considers for a moment.
"Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here and you can
cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?"

"Yes sir, I would."

"So you're good...!"

"I wouldn't say that."

"But why not say that? You'd help a sick and maimed person if you could.
Most of us would if we could. But God doesn't."

The student does not answer, so the professor continues. "He doesn't, does
he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer, even though he prayed to
Jesus to heal him. How is this Jesus good? Hmmm? Can you answer that one?"

The student remains silent.

"No, you can't, can you?" the professor says. He takes a sip of water from a
glass on his desk to give the student time to relax.

"Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?"

"Er...yes," the student says.

"Is Satan good?"

The student doesn't hesitate on this one. "No."

"Then where does Satan come from?"

The student falters. "From God"

"That's right. God made Satan, didn't he? Tell me, son. Is there evil in
this world?"

"Yes, sir."

"Evil's everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything, correct?"

"Yes."

"So who created evil?" The professor continued, "If God created everything,
then God created evil, since evil exists, and ac cording to the principle
that our works define who we are, then God is evil."

Again, the student h as no answer.

"Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things,
do they exist in this world?"

The student squirms on his feet. "Yes."

"So who created them?"

The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats his question.

"Who created them?" There is still no answer. Suddenly the lecturer breaks
away to pace in front of the classroom. The class is mesmerized.

"Tell me," he continues onto another student. "Do you believe in Jesus
Christ, son?"

The student's voice betrays him and cracks. "Yes, professor, I do."

The old man stops pacing. "Science says you have five senses you use to
identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen Jesus?"

"No sir. I've never seen Him."

"Then tell us if you've ever heard your Jesus?"

"No, sir, I have not."

"Have you ever felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelt your
Jesus? Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus Christ, or God
for that matter?"

"No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't."

"Yet you still believe in him?"

"Yes."

"According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol,
science says your God doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?"

"Nothing," the student replies. "I only have my faith."

"Yes, faith," the professor repeats. "And that is the problem science has
with God. There is no evidence, only faith."

The student stands quietly for a moment, before asking a question of His
own. "Professor, is there such thing as heat?"

"Yes," the professor replies. "There's heat."

"And is there such a thing as cold?"

"Yes, son, there's cold too."

"No sir, there isn't."

The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested. The room
suddenly becomes very quiet. The student begins to explain. "You can have
lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat, unlimited heat, white
heat, a little heat or no heat, but we don't have anything called 'cold'. We
can hit up to 458 degrees below zero, which is no
heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as
cold; otherwise we would be able to go colder than the lowest -458 degrees."

"Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits
energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy.
Absolute zero (-458 F) is the total absence of heat. You see, sir, cold is
only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold.
Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy Cold is not the
opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it."

Silence across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom, sounding
like a hammer.

"What about darkness, professor. Is there such a thing as darkness?"

"Yes," the professor replies without hesitation. "What is night if it isn't
darkness?"

"You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the absence of
something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing
light, but if you have no light constantly you have nothing and it's called
darkness, isn't it?

That's the meaning we use to define the word. "In reality, darkness isn't.
If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?"

The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him. This w ill be
a good semester. "So what point are you making, young man?"

"Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start
with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed."

The professor's f ace cannot hide his surprise this time. "Flawed? Can you
explain how?"

"You are working on the premise of duality," the student explains. "You
argue that there is life and then there's death; a good God and a bad God.
You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can
measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought."

"It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully
understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be
ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing.

Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it."

"Now tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a
monkey?"

"If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes,
of course I do."

"Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?"

The professor begins to shake his head, still smiling, as he realizes where
the argument is going. A very good semester, indeed.

"Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot
even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching
your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a preacher?"

The class is in uproar. The student remains silent until the commotion has
subsided.

"To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, let me
give you an example of what I mean."

The student looks around the room. "Is there anyone in the class who has
ever seen the professor's brain?" The class breaks out into laughter.

"Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain, felt the
professor's brain, touched or smelt the professor's brain? No one appears to
have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable,
demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, with all due
respect, sir."

"So if science says you have no brain, how can we trust your lectures, sir?"

Now the room is silent. The professor just stares at the student, his face
unreadable.

Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man answers. "I guess you'll
have to take them on faith."

"Now, you accept that there is faith, and, in fact, faith exists with life,"
the student continues. "Now, sir, is there such a thing as evil?"

Now uncertain, the professor responds, "Of course, there is. We see it e
everyday. It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man. It is in
the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These
manifestations are nothing else but evil."

To this the student replied, "Evil does not exist sir, or at least it does
not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like
darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of
God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man
does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes
when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light."

The professor sat down.

If you read it all the way through and had a smile on your face when you
finished, mail to your friends and family with the title: God vs Science

-----Original Message-----
From: The Grays <quarterhorses@cableone.net>
Sent: 9/26/2008 11:44:23 PM
To: 'gogaitd123' <gogaitd123@hotmail.com>
Subject: FW: To meet such a man






-----Original Message-----
From: Burton E. Youngs [mailto:beyoungs@yhr.com]
Sent: Friday, September 26, 2008 1:50 PM
To: undisclosed-recipients:
Subject: To meet such a man



>> TO MEET SUCH A MAN
>>
>> I sat, with two friends, in the picture window of a quaint restaurant
just off the corner of the town-square. The food and the company were both
especially good that day.
>>
>> As we talked, my attention was drawn outside, across the street. There,
walking into town, was a man who appeared to be carrying all his worldly
goods on his back. He was carrying, a well-worn sign that read, 'I will
work for food.' My heart sank.
>>
>> I brought him to the attention of my friends and noticed that others
around us had stopped eating to focus on him. Heads moved in a mixture of
sadness and disbelief.
>>
>> We continued with our meal, but his image lingered in my mind. We
finished our meal and went our separate ways. I had errands to do and
quickly set ou t to accomplish them. I glanced toward the town square,
looking somewhat half-heartedly for the strange visitor. I was fearful,
knowing that seeing him again would call some response.drove through town
and saw nothing of him. I made some purchases at a store and got back in
my car.
>>
>> Deep within me, the Spirit of God kept speaking to me: 'Don't go back to
the office until you've at least driven once more around the square.'
>>
>> Then with some hesitancy, I headed back into town. As I turned the
square's third corner, I saw him. He was standing on the steps of the
store front church, going through his sack.
>>
>> I stopped and looked; feeling both compelled to speak to him, yet wanting
to drive on. The empty parking space on the corner see med to be a sign from
God: an invitation to park. I pulled in, got out and approached the newest
visitor.
>>
>> 'Looking for the pastor?' I asked.
>> 'Not really,' he replied, 'just resting.'
>> 'Have you eaten today?'
>> 'Oh, I ate something early this morning.'
>> 'Would you like to have lunch with me?'
>> 'Do you have some work I could do for you?'
>> 'No work,' I replied. 'I commute here to work from the city, but I would
like to take you to lunch.'
>>
>> 'Sure,' he replied with a smile.
>>
>> As he began to gather his things, I asked some surface questions. Where
you headed?'
>>
>> ' St. Louis .'
>>
>> 'Where you from?'
>>
>> 'Oh, all over; mostly Florida '
>>
>> 'How long you been walking?'
>>
>> 'Fourteen years,' came the reply.
>>
>> I knew I had met someone unusual. We sat across from each other in the
same restaurant I had left earlier. His face was weathered slightly beyond
his 38 years. His eyes were dark yet clear, and he spoke with an eloquence
and articulation that was startling He removed his jacket to reveal a
bright red T-shirt that said, 'Jesus is The Never Ending Story.'
>>
>> Then Daniel's story began to unfold. He had seen rough times early in
life. He'd made some wrong choices and reaped the consequences. Fourteen
years earlier, while backpacking across the country, he had stopped on the
beach in Daytona. He tried to hire on with some men who were
>> putting up a large tent and some equipment. A concert, he t hought. He
was hired, but the tent would not house a concert but revival services, and
in those services he saw life more clearly. He gave his life over to God
>>
>> 'Nothing's been the same since,' he said, 'I felt the Lord telling me to
keep walking, and so I
did, some 14 years now.'
>>
>> 'Ever think of stopping?' I asked.
>>
>> 'Oh, once in a while, when it seems to get the best of me But God has
given me this calling. I give out Bibles. That's what's in my sack. I work
to buy food and Bibles, and I give them out when His Spirit leads.'
>>
>> I sat amazed. My homeless friend was not homeless. He was on a mission
and lived this way by choice. The question burned inside for a moment and
then I asked: 'What's it like?'
>>
>> 'W hat?'
>>
>> 'To walk into a town carrying all your things on your back and to show
your sign?'
>>
>> 'Oh, it was humiliating at first. People would stare and make comments.
Once someone tossed a piece of half-eaten bread and made a gesture that
certainly didn't make me feel welcome. But then it became> humbling to
realize that God was using me to touch lives and change people's concepts of
other folks like me.'
>>
>> My concept was changing, too. We finished our dessert and gathered his
things. Just outside the door, he paused. He turned to me and said, 'Come
Ye blessed of my Father and inherit the kingdom I've prepared for you. For
when I was hungry you gave me food, when I was thirsty you gave me
drink, a stranger and you took me in.'
>>
>> I felt as if we were on holy ground. 'Could you use another Bible?' I
asked.
>>
>> He said he preferred a certain translation. It traveled well and was not
too heavy. It was also his personal favorite. 'I've read through it 14
times,' he said.
>>
>> 'I'm not sure we've got one of those, but let's stop by our church and
see'. I was able to
>> find my new friend a Bible that would do well, and he seemed very
grateful.
>> 'Where are you headed from here?' I asked.
>>
>> 'Well, I found this little map on the back of this amusement park
coupon.'
>>
>> 'Are you hoping to hire on there for awhile?'
>>
>> 'No, I just figure I should go there. I figure someone under that star
right there needs a Bible, so that's where I'm going next.'
>>
>> He smiled, and the warmth of his spirit radiated the sincerity of his
mission. I drove him back to the town-square where we'd met two hours
earlier, and as we drove, it started raining. We parked and unloaded his
things.
>>
>> 'Would you sign my autograph book?' he asked. 'I like to keep messages
from folks I meet.' I wrote in his little book that his commitment to his
calling had touched my life. I encouraged him to stay strong. And I left
him with a verse of scripture from Jeremiah, 'I know the plans I have for
you, declared the Lord, 'plans to prosper you and not to harm you; Plans to
give you a future and a hope.'
>>
>> 'Thanks, ma'am,' he said. 'I know we just met and we're really just
strangers, but I love you.'
>>
>> 'I know,' I said, 'I l ove you, too.' 'The Lord is good!'
>>
>> 'Yes, He is. How long has it been since someone hugged you?' I asked.
>>
>> 'A long time,' he replied
>>
>> And so on the busy street corner in the drizzling rain, my new friend and
I embraced, and I felt deep inside that I had been changed. He put his
things on his back, smiled his winning smile and said, 'See you in the New
Jerusalem.'
>>
>> 'I'll be there!' was my reply.
>>
>> He began his journey again. He headed away with his sign dangling from
his bedroll and pack of Bibles. He stopped, turned and said, 'When you see
something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?'
>>
>> 'You bet,' I shouted back, 'God bless.'
>>
>> 'God bless.' And that was the last I saw of him. Late that evening as I
left my office, the wind blew strong. The cold front had settled hard upon
the town. I bundled up and hurried to my car. As I sat back and reached
for the emergency brake, I saw them...a pair of well-worn brown work gloves
neatly laid over the length of the handle. I picked them up and thought of
my friend and wondered if his hands would stay warm that night without them.
>>
>> Then I remembered his words: 'If you see something that makes you think
of me, will you pray for me?'
>>
>> Today his gloves lie on my desk in my office. They help me to see the
world and its people in a new way, and they help me remember those two hours
with my unique friend and to pray for his ministry. 'See you in the New
Jerusalem,' he said. Yes, Daniel, I know I will...
>>
>> If this story touched you, forward it to a friend!
>>
>> 'I shall pass this way but once. Therefore, any good that I can do or any
kindness that I can show, let me do it now, for I shall not pass this way
again.'
>>
>> This prayer is powerful and there is nothing attached. Prayer is one of
the best gifts we receive. There is no cost but a lot of rewards. Let's
continue to pray for one another. God bless and have a nice day!
>>
>> 'Father, I ask you to bless my friends, relatives and e-mail buddies
reading this right now. Show them a new revelation of your love and power.
Holy Spirit, I ask you to minister to their spirit at this very moment.
Where there is pain, give them your peace and mercy. Where there is
self-doubt, release a renewed confid ence through your grace, In Jesus'
precious Name Amen.'

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From: adrian@alliancelink.com
To: gogaitd123@hotmail.com
Subject: Fw: IN GOD WE TRUST------U. S. POST OFFICE
Date: Fri, 20 Jun 2008 11:37:38 -0400

 

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Sent: Friday, June 20, 2008 12:08 AM

Subject: Fw: IN GOD WE TRUST------U. S. POST OFFICE

WRITE IT ON THE BACK OFYOUR ENVELOPES or front! WE THINK THIS IS A GREAT IDEA. WE'LL START WRITING IT ON THE FRONT OF OUR ENVELOPES,TOO! !  Including Bills You may have heard in the news that a couple of Post Offices inTexas  have been forced to take down small posters that say 'IN GODWE TRUST ,' The law,they say, is being violated. Anyway, we heard proposed on a radio station show,that we should all write 'IN GOD WE TRUST' on the back of all our mail. After all, that's our National Motto, and it's on all the money we use to buy those stamps. We think it's a wonderful idea. We must take back our nation from all the people who think that anything that offends them should be removed.   If you like this idea, please pass it on and DO IT. The idea of writing or stamping! 'IN GOD WE TRUST' on our envelopes sounds good to us WE'RE HAVING A STAMP MADE TOO! Heck,lets use it as our signature on e-mails too! It's been reported that 86% of Americans believe in God. Therefore, we have a very hard time understanding why there's such a mess about having 'In God We Trust!' on our money and having God in the pledge of Allegiance. Could it be that WE just need to take action and tell the 14% to 'sit down and shut up'? If you agree, pass this on, if not, delete!!! BUT REMEMBER IF YOU DELETE THIS,thats 1 reason why this world is in the mess we're in now.WE SIT BACK& LET IT HAPPEN!!   Get the Moviefone Toolbar. Showtimes, theaters, movie news, & more!

This is an old one recerculating but I still love it.


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Sent: Thursday, May 15, 2008 10:51 PM
To: "'gogaitd123'" <gogaitd123@hotmail.com>
Subject: FW: Old Man and the Dog

Poem That Gives You Goosebumps...   A drunk man in an Oldsmobile   They said had run the light   That caused the six-car pileup   On 109 that night.   When broken bodies lay about   'And blood was everywhere,'   'The sirens screamed out eulogies,'   For death was in the air.   'A mother, trapped inside her car,'   Was heard above the noise;   Her plaintive plea near split the air:   'Oh, God, please spare my boys!'   She fought to loose her pinned hands;   'She struggled to get free,'   But mangled metal held her fast   In grim captivity.   Her frightened eyes then focused   'On where the back seat once had been,'   But all she saw was broken glass and   Two children's seats crushed in.   Her twins were nowhere to be seen;   'She did not hear them cry, '   'And then she prayed they'd been thrown free, '   'Oh, God, don't let them die! '    Then firemen came and cut her loose, '   'But when they searched the back, '   'They found therein no little boys, '   But the seat belts were intact.   They thought the woman had gone mad   'And was traveling alone, '   'But when they turned to question her, '   They discovered she was gone.   Policemen saw her running wild   And screaming above the noise   'In beseeching supplication, '   Please help me find my boys!   They're four years old and wear blue shirts;   'Their jeans are blue to match.''   'One cop spoke up, ''They're in my car, '   And they don't have a scratch.   They said their daddy put them there   'And gave them each a cone, '   Then told them both to wait for Mom   To come and take them home.   'I've searched the area high and low, '   But I can't find their dad.   'He must have fled the scene, '   'I guess, and that is very bad.'   'The mother hugged the twins and said, '   'While wiping at a tear, '   'He could not flee the scene, you see, '   'For he's been dead a year.'   'The cop just looked confused and asked, '   'Now, how can that be true? '   'The boys said, ''Mommy, Daddy came '   'And left a kiss for you.'' '   He told us not to worry   'And that you would be all right, '   And then he put us in this car with   'The pretty, flashing light. '   'We wanted him to stay with us, '   'Because we miss him so, '   'But Mommy, he just hugged us tight '   And said he had to go.   He said someday we'd understand   'And told us not to fuss, '   'And he said to tell you, Mommy, '   'He's watching over us.'   The mother knew without a doubt   'That what they spoke was true, '   'For she recalled their dad's last words, ' ' I will watch over you.'   The firemen's notes could not explain   'The twisted, mangled car, '   And how the three of them escaped   Without a single scar.   'But on the cop's report was scribed, '   'In print so very fine, '   An angel walked the beat tonight on Highway 109.   'The 7 Second Prayer, Just repeat this phrase and see how God moves.   'Lord, I love you and I need you, come into my heart, and bless my   family, my home, my friends, and me. Amen. '   Pass this message to 7 people {EXCEPT YOU AND ME}.   You will receive a miracle tomorrow.   He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare.   This morning when the Lord opened a window to Heaven, He saw me, and   He asked: 'My child, what is your greatest wish for today?' I responded:   'Lord please, take care of the person   who is reading this message, their family and their special friends.   They deserve it and I love them very much.    ' The love of God is like the ocean, you can see its beginning,   but not its end. This message works on the day you receive it.       ANGELS EXIST but some times, since they don't all have wings, we call them FRIENDS.   Pass this on to your friends.   Something good will happen to you; something that you have been waiting to hear.   Do not break this prayer; send it to a minimum of 5 friends

 

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How well do you know your celebrity gossip? Talk celebrity smackdowns here.

I am sure some of you have seen or heard this before but I wanted to share it. Shellie
So God Made a Farmer
And on the eighth day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, "I need a caretaker." So God made a farmer.

God said, "I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, milk cows, work all day in the field, milk cows again, eat supper, then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the township board." So God made a farmer.

"I need somebody with arms strong enough to wrestle a calf and yet gentle enough to cradle his own grandchild. Somebody to call hogs, tame cantankerous machinery, come home hungry, have to wait for lunch until his wife's done feeding visiting ladies, then tell the ladies to be sure to come back real soon and mean it." So God made a farmer.

God said, "I need somebody willing to sit up all night with a newborn colt and watch it die, then dry his eyes and say,'Maybe next year,' I need somebody who can shape an ax handle from an ash tree, shoe a horse, who can fix a harness with hay wire, feed sacks and shoe scraps. Who, during planting time and harvest season will finish his 40-hour week by Tuesday noon and then, paining from tractor back, up in another 72 hours." So God made the farmer.

God had to have somebody willing to ride the ruts at double speed to get the hay in ahead of the rain clouds and yet stop in mid-field and race to help when he sees the first smoke from a neighbor's place. So God made a farmer.

God said, "I need somebody strong enough to clear trees and heave bales, yet gentle enough to help a newborn calf begin to suckle and tend the pink-comb pullets, who will stop his mower in an instant to avoid the nest of meadowlarks."

It had to be somebody who'd plow deep and straight and not cut corners. Somebody to seed, weed, feed, breed, brake, disk, plow, plant, strain the milk, replenish the self-feeder and finish a hard week's work with an eight mile drive to church. Somebody who'd bale a family together with the soft, strong bonds of sharing, who would laugh, and then sigh and then reply with smiling eyes when his family says that they are proud of what Dad does. "So God made a farmer."

Words of Wisdom for the day. Have a wonderful one!






A group of graduates, well established in their careers, were talking at a
reunion and decided to go visit their old university professor, now retired.
During their visit, the conversation turned to complaints about stress in
their work and lives. Offering his guests hot chocolate, the professor went
into the kitchen and returned with a large pot of hot chocolate and an
assortment of cups - porcelain, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some
expensive, some exquisite - telling them to help themselves to the hot
chocolate.

When they all had a cup of hot chocolate in hand, the professor said,
"Notice that all the nice looking, expensive cups were taken, leaving behind
the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best
for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress. The cup that
you're drinking from adds nothing to the quality of the hot chocolate. In
most cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we
drink. What all of you really wanted was hot chocolate, not the cup; but you
consciously went for the best cups...and then you began eyeing each other's
cups."

"Now consider this: Life is the hot chocolate; your job, money and position
in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain life. The
cup you have does not define, nor change the quality of life you have.
Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the hot
chocolate. The happiest people don't have the best of everything. They just
make the best of everything that they have."

Live simply.
Love generously.
Care deeply.
Speak kindly.

And enjoy your hot chocolate!

Last night another driver asked me to hep guide her into a dock. After she made several tries I finally backed the tailer in for her. Having trained drivers I can tell you she was not ready to be on her own. I then helped her check her oil & water. She ended up calling me an angel for helping her & went on to tell me how the men would not help her & the discrimination she faced because she was hispanic. While I don't concider myself an angel I do believe God orcrestrated our meeting.

News today. 5 yr old in Arkasas kills a 400+ lb bear.
Last year @ 4 he killed 3 deer.

Check out shoutlife.com if you want a good clean "space" site.

I know it's been awhile since my last entry. Not much to say unless I want to turn this into a complainer's page. While I've enjoyed 2 Newsboys concerts,time with friends, & being elected onto the BOD for RRHC, I have been hit hard by other matters. Until next time.

I noticed last night that Misty had blood on her. Investigating I found a tooth in her fur so started checking mouths. Shy Boy has lost his first baby tooth. He is the oldest so I can look many more lost teeth to come.