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UPDATE ON SASSARINA
Mar 01, 2007 | 12:33PM
sassarina had to had to have another surgery done because she got an infection, so we are hoping that she will be released by early next week, but we do not know for sure. so she will still need all the prayers and healing thoughts that she can get.
another subject dear to my heart: On the 28th day of February, my son and his fiancee were delivered of a 6lb 3oz baby girl. her name is Brianna Gabriella Wedge. both mother and baby are doing fine even though Brianna was born three weeks early. please pray for their continued health.
thank you my friends for everything.
hugs and kisses!
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I AM METH-worth the read!
Jan 08, 2007 | 2:04PM
"I AM METH"
(This was written by a young Indian girl who was in jail for drug charges,
and was addicted to meth.
She wrote this while in jail. As you will soon read, she fully grasped the
horrors of the drug, as she tells in this simple, yet profound poem.
She was released from jail, but, true to her story, the drug owned her. They
found her dead not long after her release.
Please keep praying for our Children, Grand Children, Teens, Young adults.
Understand,............ this thing is worse than any of us realize...
My Name: "Is Meth"
I destroy homes, I tear families apart,
take your children, and that's just the start.
I'm more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold,
The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.
If you need me, remember I'm easily found,
I live all around you - in schools and in town.
I live with the rich; I live with the poor,
I live down the street, and maybe next door.
I'm made in a lab, but not like you think,
I can be made under the kitchen sink.
In your child's closet, and even in the woods,
If this scares you to death, well it certainly should.
I have many names, but there's one you know best,
I'm sure you've heard of me, my name is crystal meth.
My power is awesome; try me you'll see,
But if you do, you may never break free.
Just try me once and I might let you go,
But try me twice, and I'll own your soul.
When I possess you, you'll steal and you'll lie,
You do what you have to -- just to get high.
The crimes you'll commit for my narcotic charms
Will be worth the pleasure you'll feel in your lungs, your nose,
and your arms.
You'll lie to your mother; you'll steal from your dad,
When you see their tears, you should feel sad.
But you'll forget your morals and how you were raised,
I'll be your conscience, I'll teach you my ways.
I take kids from parents, and parents from kids,
I turn people from God, and separate friends.
I 'll take everything from you, your looks and your pride,
I'll be with you always -- right by your side.
You'll give up everything - your family, your home,
Your friends, your money, then you'll be alone.
I'll take and take, till you have nothing more to give,
When I'm finished with you, you'll be lucky to live.
If you try me be warned - this is no game,
If given the chance, I'll drive you insane.
I'll ravish your body, I'll control your mind,
I'll own you completely, your soul will be mine.
The nightmares I'll give you while lying in bed,
The voices you'll hear, from inside your head.
The sweats, the shakes, the visions you'll see,
I want you to know, these are all gifts from me.
But then it's too late, and you'll know in your heart,
That you are mine, and we shall not part.
You'll regret that you tried me, they always do,
But you came to me, not I to you.
You knew this would happen, many time s you were told,
But you challenged my power, and chose to be bold.
You could have said no, and just walked away,
If you could live that day over, now what would you say?
I'll be your master, you will be my slave,
I'll even go with you when you go to your grave.
Now that you have met me, what will you do?
Will you try me or not? It's all up to you.
I can bring you more misery than words can tell,
Come take my hand, let me lead you to hell.
If you care, please forward this poem and share the deadly outcome of a drug that is killing our young.
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A Touching Christmas Story
Dec 15, 2006 | 12:04PM
If You're Missing Baby Jesus
by Jean Gietzen
About a week before Christmas, Mom bought a new nativity scene. When she unpacked it, she found two figures of the Baby Jesus. "Someone must have packed this wrong," mother said, counting out the figures. "We have one Joseph, one Mary, three wise men, three shepherds, two lambs, a donkey, a cow, an angel, and two babies. Oh, dear! I suppose that there is a set down at the store missing a Baby Jesus because we have two.""You two run back down to the store and tell the manager that we have an extra Jesus. Tell him to put a sign on the remaining boxes saying that if a set is missing a Baby Jesus, call 7126. Put on your warm coats, it's freezing cold out there." The manager of the store copied down mother's message, and the next time we were in the store, we saw the cardboard sign that read, "If you're missing Baby Jesus, call 7126." All week long we waited for someone to call. Surely, we thought, someone was missing that important figurine. Each time the phone rang, mother would say, "I'll bet that's about Jesus." But it never was. Father tried to explain there are thousands of these scattered over the country, and the figurine could be missing from a set in Florida or Texas or California. Those packing mistakes happen all the time. He suggested that she just put the extra Jesus back in the box and forget about it. "Put Baby Jesus back in the box?! What a terrible thing to do," said mother. "Surely someone will call. We'll just keep the two of them together in the manger until someone does." When no call had come by 5:00 on Christmas Eve, mother insisted that father "just run down to the store" to see if there were any sets left. "You can see them right through the window, over on the counter," she said. "If they are all gone, I'll know someone is bound to call tonight.""Run down to the store?" father thundered. "It's 15 below zero out there!""Oh, Daddy, we'll go with you!" We began to put on our coats. Father gave a long sigh and headed for the front closet. "I can't believe I'm doing this," he muttered. We ran ahead as father reluctantly walked out in the cold. Tommy got to the store first and pressed his nose up to the store window. "They're all gone, Daddy," he shouted. "Every set must be sold. Hooray! The mystery will be solved tonight!"Father heard the news still a half block away and immediately turned on his heel and headed back home. When we got back into the house, we noticed that mother was gone and so was the extra Baby Jesus figurine. "Someone must have called, and she went out to deliver the figurine," father reasoned, pulling off his boots. "You kids get ready for bed while I wrap mother's present." Then the phone rang. Father yelled "answer the phone and tell 'em we found a home for Jesus." But it was mother calling with instructions for us to come to 205 Chestnut Street immediately, and bring three blankets, a box of cookies and some milk.."Now what has she gotten us into?" father groaned as we bundled up again. "205 Chestnut. Why that's across town. Wrap that milk up good in the blankets, or it will turn to ice before we get there. Why can't we all just get on with Christmas? It's probably 20 below out there now. And the wind is picking up. Of all the crazy things to do on a night like this." When we got to the house at 205 Chestnut Street, it was the darkest one on the block. Only one tiny light burned in the living room, and the moment we set foot on the porch steps, mother opened the door and shouted, "They're here! Oh thank God you got here, Ray! You kids take those blankets into the living room and wrap up the little ones on the couch. I'll take the milk and cookies.""Would you mind telling me what is going on, Ethel?" father asked. "We have just walked through below zero weather with the wind in our faces all the way.""Never mind all that now," mother interrupted. "There is no heat in this house, and this young mother is so upset, she doesn't know what to do. Her husband walked out on her, and those poor little children will have a very bleak Christmas, so don't you complain. I told her you could fix that oil furnace in a jiffy. My mother strode off to the kitchen to warm the milk while my brother and I wrapped up the five little children who were huddled together on the couch. The children's mother explained to my father that her husband had run off, taking bedding, clothing, and almost every piece of furniture, but she had been doing all right until the furnace broke down. "I been doin' washin' an ironin' for people and cleanin' the five and dime," she said. "I saw your number every day there, on those boxes on the counter. When the furnace went out, that number kept goin' through my mind. 7126 ...7126 ... "Said on the box that if a person was missin' Jesus, they should call you. That's how I knew you were good Christian people, willin' to help folks. I figured that maybe you would help me, too. So I stopped at the grocery store tonight, and I called your missus. I'm not missin' Jesus, mister, because I sure love the Lord. But I am missin' heat. I have no money to fix that furnace.""Okay, okay," said father. "You've come to the right place. Now let's see. You've got a little oil burner over there in the dining room. Shouldn't be too hard to fix. Probably just a clogged flue. I'll look it over, see what it needs."Mother came into the living room carrying a plate of cookies and warm milk. As she set the cups down on the coffee table, I noticed the figure of Baby Jesus lying in the center of the table. It was the only sign of Christmas in the house. The children stared wide-eyed with wonder at the plate of cookies my mother set before them. Father finally got the oil burner working but said, "You need more oil. I'll make a few calls tonight and get some oil. Yes sir, you came to the right place." Father grinned. On the way home, father did not complain about the cold weather and had barely set foot inside the door when he was on the phone. "Ed, hey, how are ya, Ed? Yes, Merry Christmas to you, too. Say Ed, we have kind of an unusual situation here. I know you've got that pick-up truck. Do you still have some oil in that barrel on your truck? You do?" By this time the rest of the family was pulling clothes out of their closets and toys off of their shelves. It was long after our bedtime when we were wrapping gifts. The pickup came. On it were chairs, three lamps, blankets and gifts. Even though it was 30 below, father let us ride along in the back of the truck. No one ever did call about the missing figure in the nativity set, but as I grow older I realize that it wasn't a packing mistake at all. Jesus saves, that's what He does...
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Our Father
Dec 13, 2006 | 10:51AM
Our Father who art in Heaven, hallow be thy name, thy kingdom come thy will be done, on earth as it now is in Heaven, give us this day, our daily prayer, and forgive those who tresspass against us, and lead us not unto temptation but deliver us from evil. Amen.
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The True Meaning of Christmas
Dec 06, 2006 | 1:03PM
Christmas has become a hassel! Everybody is out trying to buy gifts for their family at the last minute and causing fights over the most trivial things, like on more than one occasion fighting over a Tickle Me Elmo.
I believe that people have forgotten what christmas is all about, the celebration of Jesus Christ's birth. The gift of giving is not a power struggle to see who can get the best gifts. It is a gift of giving to those who are less fortunate than us.
"And she laid Him in a manger; because there was no room at the inn" Luke 2:7
Every year, my family goes out of their way to give to those less fortunate than we are. We volunterily purchase gifts for the children in shelters. We pray for the homeless as well. We say prayers for those who are sick or afflicted. And since 9/11/2001, we say prayers for our soldiers and their families.
So, come on people! Get into the real reason for Christmas, and give, give, give to those who are less fortunate.
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Do you like fairies?
Nov 30, 2006 | 9:31AM
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America The Beautiful
Nov 26, 2006 | 10:35AM
United we stand! Yes we stand, and darned right we kick some booty! For we stand for freedom and the power to get rid of all of the terrorist, who threated that freedom.
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Hunter Safety
Oct 16, 2006 | 1:05PM
I went with my brother one night to the hospital, while we were there, the medivac brought in a serious accident. It was a young man with a bullet wound in his head from a hunting accident.
The family of that young man were devistated! They realized if they had taught the young man to properly handle a loaded weapon, he would not have been lying there in that hospital cot, dying.
The family were praying for their son, and for forgiveness of his sins. My brother and I said some prayers along with the family.
Let this be a warning for all of you hunters out there! Also, make sure to properly handle your weapon, and unload it completly after you are finished with it. Also, make sure to store your weapon where a child can't get to it.
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Are You A True American?
Aug 07, 2006 | 6:05PM
TRUE AMERICAN !!!
It is time to change from REDNECK humor to
TRUE AMERICAN Humor! Only I don't see it as
Humor, but the correct way to LIVE YOUR LIFE !
If you feel the same, pass this on to your
True American friends. Ya'll know who ya' are...
You might be a TRUE AMERICAN if:
It never occurred to you to be offended
by the phrase, "One nation, under God."
You might be a TRUE AMERICAN if:
You've never protested about seeing the
10 Commandments posted in public places.
You might be a TRUE AMERICAN if:
You still say "Christmas" instead of
"Winter Festival."
You might be a TRUE AMERICAN if:
You bow your head when someone prays.
You might be a TRUE AMERICAN if:
You stand and place your hand over your
heart when they play the National Anthem.
You might be a TRUE AMERICAN if:
You've never burned an American flag.
You might be a TRUE AMERICAN if:
You respect your elders and expect your
kids to do the same.
If you got this email from me, it is because
I believe that you, like me, have just enough
TRUE AMERICAN in you to have the same
beliefs as those talked about in this email.
God Bless the U S A !
Git 'er done!!!!!!!!!!!
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THE TRAIN OF LIFE
Aug 02, 2006 | 6:30PM
Train of Life
Some folks ride the train of life
Looking out the rear,
Watching miles of life roll by,
And marking every year.
They sit in sad remembrance,
Of wasted days gone by,
And curse their life for what it was,
And hang their head and cry.
But I don't concern myself with that,
I took a different vent,
I look forward to what life holds,
And not what has been spent.
So strap me to the engine,
As securely as I can be,
I want to be out on the front,
To see what I can see.
I want to feel the winds of change,
Blowing in my face,
I want to see what life unfolds,
As I move from place to place.
I want to see what's coming up,
Not looking at the past,
Life's too short for yesterdays,
It moves along too fast.
So if the ride gets bumpy,
While you are looking back,
Go up front, and you may find,
Your life has jumped the track.
It's all right to remember,
That's part of history,
But up front's where it's happening,
There's so much mystery.
The enjoyment of living,
Is not where we have been,
It's looking ever forward,
To another year and ten.
It's searching all the byways,
Never should you refrain,
For if you want to live your life,
You gotta drive the train!
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