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<title>Dayzee  Dayz</title>
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<description>Dogster diary for the dog &hearts; Dayzee &hearts;</description>
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<copyright>Copyright 2013 by &hearts; Dayzee &hearts; &amp; Dogster</copyright>
<pubDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2013 16:55:03 PDT</pubDate>
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		<title>Leaving the City of Regret</title>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 9 Jun 2013 06:26:51 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Leaving the City of Regret
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I had not really planned on taking a trip ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Leaving the City of Regret
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I had not really planned on taking a trip this time of year, and
yet I found myself packing rather hurriedly. This trip was
going to be unpleasant, and I knew in advance that no real good
would come of it. I'm talking about my annual "Guilt Trip."

I got tickets to fly there on Wish I Had airlines.
It was an extremely short flight.

I got my baggage, which I could not check. I chose to carry it
myself all the way. It was weighted down with a thousand
memories of what might have been.

No one greeted me as I entered the terminal to the Regret City
International Airport. I say international because people from
all over the world come to this dismal town.

As I checked into the Last Resort Hotel, I noticed that they
would be hosting the year's most important event, the Annual
Pity Party. I wasn't going to miss that great social occasion.
Many of the town's leading citizens would be there.

First, there would be the Done family, you know,
Should Have,
Would Have
and Could Have.

Then came the I Had family.
You probably know ol' Wish and his clan.

Of course, the Opportunities would be present, Missed and Lost.

The biggest family would be the Yesterday's. There are far too
many of them to count, but each one would have a very sad story
to share.

Then Shattered Dreams would surely make an appearance. And It's
Their Fault would regale us with stories (excuses) about how
things had failed in his life, and each story would be loudly
applauded by Don't Blame Me and I Couldn't Help It.

Well, to make a long story short, I went to this depressing
party knowing that there would be no real benefit in doing so.
And, as usual, I became very depressed.

But as I thought about all of the stories of failures brought
back from the past, it occurred to me that all of this trip and
subsequent "pity party" could be cancelled by ME!

I started to truly realize that I did not have to be there.
I didn't have to be depressed. One thing kept going through my
mind, I CAN'T CHANGE YESTERDAY, BUT I DO HAVE THE POWER TO MAKE
TODAY A WONDERFUL DAY.

I can be happy, joyous, fulfilled, encouraged, as well as
encouraging. Knowing this, I left the City of Regret
immediately and left no forwarding address.

Am I sorry for mistakes I've made in the past?  YES!
But there is no physical way to undo them.

So, if you're planning a trip back to the City of Regret, please
cancel all your reservations now.

Instead, take a trip to a place called, Starting Again. I liked
it so much that I have now taken up permanent residence there.

My neighbors, the I Forgive Myselfs and the New Starts are so
very helpful. By the way, you don't have to carry around heavy
baggage because the load is lifted from your shoulders upon arrival.

God bless you in finding this great town. If you can find it,
it's in your own heart.

Please look me up. I live on I Can Do It street.

~by Larry Harp~]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Other Side</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/823933</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 18 Apr 2013 08:17:07 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The Other Side

A sick man turned to his doctor, as he was leaving the room after paying a visit,  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The Other Side

A sick man turned to his doctor, as he was leaving the room after paying a visit, and said, "Doctor, I am afraid to die. Tell me what lies on the other side." Very quietly the doctor said, "I don't know." "You don't know?" the man said.

"You, a Christian man, do not know what is on the other side?"

The doctor was holding the handle of the door, on the other side of which came a sound of scratching and whining. As he opened the door, a dog sprang into the room and leaped on him with an eager show of gladness.

Turning to the patient, the doctor said, "Did you notice my dog? He's never been in this room before. He didn't know what was inside. He knew nothing except that his master was here, and when the door opened, he sprang in without fear."

"I know little of what is on the other side of death," the doctor continued, "but I do know one thing: I know my Master is there, and that is enough. And when the door opens, I shall pass through with no fear, but with gladness."]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Love's Garden</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/821848</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 1 Apr 2013 20:52:29 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Love's Garden

There is a quiet garden,
From the rude world set apart,
Where seeds for Christ ar ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Love's Garden

There is a quiet garden,
From the rude world set apart,
Where seeds for Christ are growing;
This is the loving heart.

The tiny roots are loving thoughts;
Sweet words, the fragrant flowers
Which blossom into loving deeds,
Ripe fruits for harvest hours.

Thus in our hearts the seeds of love
Am growing year by year;
And we show our love for the Saviour,
By loving His children here.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Resurrection Sunday</title>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 31 Mar 2013 11:53:51 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Resurrection Sunday
Mary, the Mother of Jesus, and the other Mary, went to visit the tomb early in  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Resurrection Sunday
Mary, the Mother of Jesus, and the other Mary, went to visit the tomb early in the morning of the third day, and there was a great earthquake and the Angel of God descended and rolled back the stone and sat upon it, so that the keepers shook with afright, but the Angel said "Fear not, for Jesus is not here, He is risen, as He, said." so the two Marys ran to tell His disciples the great news, and on their way met Jesus Himself, and they fell at His feet and worshipped Him. He told them to go and tell His disciples to go into Galilee and He would meet them there. This He did, and for the last time He met them on a hill side in Bethany, and again taught them, telling them still to go out into the world and preach repentance and the remission of sins in His Name. Then He lifted up His hands, and blessed them, and even as He did so, He was suddenly carried up into Heaven and hidden from their sight.

Jesus Christ is risen! Praise be to God! :)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Easter Promise</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/819964</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 17 Mar 2013 06:38:11 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The Easter Promise

The Easter message is bold and clear
for all who are willing to lend an ear. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The Easter Promise

The Easter message is bold and clear
for all who are willing to lend an ear.
He came to establish the reason why
mankind may no longer have to die.

He died - then rose to life again
for Son of God is how He came.
And to do such deeds no other can
proves Him more than mortal man.

He promised followers, every one,
they would not die but follow Him
to eternal life, in a heavenly land
as at beginning God has planned.
And,given His death and resurrection,
of His promise there can be no question.

A promise of life beyond the earth
must come from One surviving death.
From any other the promise is vain,
false prophets fail, they are but men.
And in this world there is no gain
being misled by any one of them.

Follow Christ if life you prize.
This is the choice of the wise.
Deny Him and then ask why
you set yourself prepared to die.
Life is hard but Christians cope
because with Christ they live in HOPE.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Dish Washer</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/818800</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 6 Mar 2013 10:09:42 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The Dishwasher
===============

A man went to visit his 90 year old grandfather in a secluded,
r ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The Dishwasher
===============

A man went to visit his 90 year old grandfather in a secluded,
rural area of the state. After spending the night, his
grandfather prepared breakfast for him consisting of eggs and
bacon.

He noticed a film-like substance on his plate and he questioned
his grandfather, "Are these plates clean?"

His grandfather replied, "Those plates are as clean as cold
water
can get them so go on and finish your meal."

That afternoon, while eating the hamburgers his grandfather made
for lunch, he noticed tiny specks around the edge of this plate,
and a substance that looked like dried egg yolks so he asked
again, "Are you sure these plates are clean?"

Without looking up from his hamburger, the grandfather says,
"I told you before, those dishes are as clean as cold water can
get them, now don't ask me about it anymore!"

Later that afternoon, he was on his way out to get dinner in a
nearby town. As he was leaving, Grandfather's dog started to
growl and would not let him pass.

"Grandfather, your dog won't let me out."

Without diverting his attention from the football game he was
watching, Grandfather shouted,

"COLDWATER, GET OUT OF THE WAY!"]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Two Boxes of Rice</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/818472</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 3 Mar 2013 09:59:25 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Two Boxes of Rice

I drove to a local supermarket the other day. My shopping list was long and my  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Two Boxes of Rice

I drove to a local supermarket the other day. My shopping list was long and my wallet was light. Still, I needed to get a week's worth of groceries for my family. I parked my car, looked down at my list, and hoped I could afford it all.

As I approached the door I saw a man with kind eyes and a gentle smile. He said he was collecting for a local food bank that helped to feed the hungry in my area. He handed me a second shopping list of things they could use and asked me to help if I could. I smiled back, took the list and walked into the store. I really wanted to help but wasn't sure if I could this time.

I walked through the store getting vegetables, soup, spaghetti, bread, milk, cereal, macaroni, bananas, and a dozen other things. I slowly marked each item off my list until I was done. When I looked down at my full cart I wondered again if I even had enough to pay for it all. Then as I put my own list back into my pocket I saw the food bank list under it. I smiled and decided to trust in the Heavenly Father who loves us all. I went over and picked up two of the biggest boxes of rice the store had for the food bank and put them in my cart. It took another six dollars out of my wallet to pay for them, but my heart felt six times larger when I did. And when everything was totaled, I had just enough to pay for it all.

It takes so little to make our world a better place. It takes so little to do God's work here. A few dollars can help to fill a child's hungry belly. A smile and hug can help to heal a hurting heart. An encouraging word can inspire someone else to live and to love. A random act of kindness can change another's day and life. It is up to you, though. You can think only of yourself and those close to you or you can see that we are all Children of the same God. You can save a few bucks on rice or you can share a love that will last for all eternity.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Wisdom of Will Rogers</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/818418</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 2 Mar 2013 21:32:07 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The Wisdom of Will Rogers
==========================

Don't squat with your spurs on.

Good jud ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The Wisdom of Will Rogers
==========================

Don't squat with your spurs on.

Good judgment comes from experience, and a lot of that comes
from bad judgment.

Lettin' the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier 'n puttin'
it back in.

If you're ridin' ahead of the herd, take a look back every now
and then to make sure it's still there.

If you get to thinkin' you're a person of some influence, try
orderin' somebody else,s dog around.

After eating an entire bull, a mountain lion felt so good he
started roaring. He kept it up until a hunter came along and
shot him.......The moral: When you're full of bull, keep your
mouth shut.

Never kick a cow chip on a hot day.

There's two theories to arguin' with a woman.
Neither one works.

If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop
diggin'.

Never slap a man who's chewin' tobacco.

It don't take a genius to spot a goat in a flock of sheep.

Always drink upstream from the herd.

When you give a lesson in meanness to a critter or a person,
don't be surprised if they learn their lesson.

When you're throwin' your weight around, be ready to have it
thrown around by somebody else.

The quickest way to double your money is to fold it over and put
it back in your pocket.

Never miss a good chance to shut up.

There are three kinds of men. The one who learns by reading.
The few who learn by observation. The rest of them have to pee
on the electric fence for themselves.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>In This Moment</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/817960</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 27 Feb 2013 08:08:47 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>In This Moment

It was a cold, cloudy and rainy morning outside my kitchen window today. I shivere ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ In This Moment

It was a cold, cloudy and rainy morning outside my kitchen window today. I shivered and walked over to the kitchen table with a hot cup of coffee in one hand and a steaming bowl of oatmeal in the other. I sat down, gave thanks, and took in a spoonful of the oatmeal and a sip of the coffee. I sighed as my chilled insides grew instantly warmer.

Just then I felt a nudge on my knee. I looked down and saw my little beagle, Snoopy's warm brown eyes looking up at me. I petted her head and smiled down at her. Suddenly, I felt two arms wrap gently around my neck as my daughter gave me a loving hug. I squeezed her arms with my hand and said "Good morning" to her. I gazed out the window and saw a single ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds and shining on the Maple tree in the meadow behind my house. A red Cardinal flew down, landed on a branch, and looked at me. It was beautiful. At that moment I felt so loved! I felt loved not only by my daughter and my dog, but by God and life itself. At that moment I had what we all want in this life: sweet, wonderful, glorious happiness! I looked to the heavens, laughed, and thanked God for my life!

Most of us go through life with one eye looking towards the future and the other eye gazing into the past. Half our sight is focused on our goals and desires. The other half is looking back with regret at mistakes and missed opportunities. In order to be happy, though, both of our eyes have to be here in the present. In order to be happy we have to live here now.

The future is only a dream and the past is only a memory. God doesn't want us to live in either. God wants us to live in this moment. God wants us to love each other in this moment. God wants us to share kindness and have happiness in this moment. Life is a collection of moments. May you always fill yours with love, joy, and oneness with God.

~ Joseph J. Mazzella]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>So Little Time</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/816468</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 15 Feb 2013 08:40:05 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So Little Time

So little time to say the things
You'd really like to say -
Before you even find ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So Little Time

So little time to say the things
You'd really like to say -
Before you even find the words,
The time just slips away.

So little time to do the things
You feel that you must do.
So treasure, like the purest gold,
The time God's given you.

So little time to dream your dreams,
For youth has passed its prime,
And all too soon you realize
That there's ... so little time.

So little time to reach the height
To which you're bound to climb,
For swiftly pass the waning years,
And there's ... so little time.

So little time to pass regrets,
And less, to make amends,
Yet God can heal the deepest wounds
In chosen, cherished friends.

So little time to share God's love
And beauty here on earth,
And know, before His endless time,
Their meaning and true worth.

Oh, yes, there is so little time
To seek the hidden door
That opens up to heaven's time,
Where time's forevermore.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>You Can See God</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/814985</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 5 Feb 2013 06:56:42 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>You Can See God

I sat at my desk staring at the letter for a long time. It was written by a frien ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You Can See God

I sat at my desk staring at the letter for a long time. It was written by a friend of mine who was going through some difficult times. It listed problem after problem and seemed full of despair. It ended with these words: "I would like to have faith, but I have always had a problem in believing in what I can't see. You can't see God, you know!"

After awhile I still hadn't thought of how to answer my friend's letter and help him. Hoping a walk would help, I put a lease on one of my dogs and headed out the back door. The warm, golden sunshine of Spring warmed my face as soon as I stepped off the porch. A fresh breeze carried the scent of a thousand budding trees on it. A butterfly danced above a patch of dandelions floating from flower to flower. Robins were flying back and forth to the Maple tree in my backyard carrying fresh grass and twigs to reline their nests. Across the road my new neighbor's children were playing in her backyard with a big ball. It was such a delight seeing her toddler chasing after it with such joy.

I felt a nuzzle against my leg and looked down to see my dog cuddling in for a hug. I smiled and scratched his head while the laughter of the children and the sound of crickets in the woods blended together to create a unique and beautiful music. I started to walk back inside and saw my own son grinning at me from the window. Most of the world could only see his mental handicaps, but when I looked at him then his eyes sparkled with a divine light. I waved to him and laughed when his older sister snuck up behind him and wrapped him in a loving hug.

When I got back inside, I knew what to write. I went to my friend's letter and wrote of everything I had just seen, smelled, heard, and felt in those brief moments outside. Then I finished by writing this:

"I think we all can see God! We just need to know where to look!"]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Entering Heaven's Gate</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/814597</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 2 Feb 2013 07:02:58 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Entering Heaven's Gate

Some folks in this day and time,
Say that God has changed - No never!
My ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Entering Heaven's Gate

Some folks in this day and time,
Say that God has changed - No never!
My God tells us in His Word,
He's the same yesterday, today and forever!

They say there are other ways
To get through Heaven's gate.
I pray that Jesus goes to them
Before it is too late!

It's Gods will that all should know
That for us there is a place.
He wants you to call on Jesus
To find out about His grace!

The saving grace available to all
Who turn away from their sin.
And ask Jesus into their heart
Then they let Him live within.

But Jesus is the only Door
Through which we attain the prize.
Of life forever in the presense of God
In His Heaven beyond the skies!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>10 Rules To Being Happy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/813653</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 25 Jan 2013 08:12:31 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>10 Rules for a Happy Day

TODAY I WILL NOT STRIKE BACK:
If someone is rude, if someone is impatie ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ 10 Rules for a Happy Day

TODAY I WILL NOT STRIKE BACK:
If someone is rude, if someone is impatient, if someone is unkind... I will not respond in a like manner.

TODAY I WILL ASK GOD TO BLESS MY "ENEMY:"
If I come across someone who treats me harshly or unfairly, I will quietly ask GOD to bless that individual. I understand the "enemy" could be a family member, neighbor, co-worker or stranger.

TODAY I WILL BE CAREFUL ABOUT WHAT I SAY:
I will carefully choose and guard my words being certain that I do not spread gossip.

TODAY I WILL GO THE EXTRA MILE:
I will find ways to help share the burden of another person.

TODAY I WILL FORGIVE:
I will forgive any hurts or injuries that come my way.

TODAY I WILL DO SOMETHING NICE FOR SOMEONE, BUT I WILL NOT DO IT SECRETLY:
I will reach out anonymously and bless the life of another.

TODAY I WILL TREAT OTHERS THE WAY I WISH TO BE TREATED:
I will practice the golden rule - "Do unto others as I would have them do unto me" - with everyone I encounter.

TODAY I WILL RAISE THE SPIRITS OF SOMEONE WHO IS DISCOURAGED:
My smile, my words, my expression of support, can make the difference to someone who is wrestling with life.

TODAY I WILL NURTURE MY BODY:
I will eat less; I will eat only healthy foods. I will thank GOD for my body.

TODAY I WILL GROW SPIRITUALLY:
I will spend a little more time in prayer today: I will begin reading something spiritual or inspirational today; I will find a quiet place (at some point during this day) and listen to GOD's voice!!!

"But since we belong to the day, let us be self controlled, putting on faith and love as a breastplate, and hope of salvation as a helmet."
1 Thessalonians 5:8]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>THE NAIL</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/813425</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 23 Jan 2013 07:48:25 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The Nail

As the story goes, they built a new church building and people came from far and wide to ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The Nail

As the story goes, they built a new church building and people came from far and wide to see it. They admired its beauty! Up on the roof, a little nail heard the people praising everything about the lovely structure-except the nail! No one even knew he was there, and he became angry and jealous.

"If I am that insignificant, nobody will miss me if I quit!" So the nail then released its hold, slid down the roof, and fell in the mud.

That night it rained and rained. Soon, the shingle that had no nail blew away, and the roof began to leak. The water streaked the walls and the beautiful murals. The plaster began to fall, the carpet was stained, and the pulpit Bible was ruined by water. All this because a little nail decided to quit!

But what of the nail? While holding the shingle, it was obscure but it was also useful. Buried in the mud it was just as obscure, but now it was useless and would soon be eaten up by rust!

The moral of the story -- EVERY MEMBER IS IMPORTANT TO THE CHURCH! You may, like the nail, feel obscure at times, but just like the nail, your absence is felt. When you are not present for worship, in some way the body of Christ hurts. We are ALL a part of the Lord's ministry.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Another Day</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/813179</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 21 Jan 2013 05:45:40 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Another Day

Another day is dawning
Another day's begun
Another day to turn to God
And pray, &quot;T ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Another Day

Another day is dawning
Another day's begun
Another day to turn to God
And pray, "Thy will be done"

A day to slay doubt's dragon,
To know within your soul
That as you give yourself to Him
He'll bless and make you whole.

A day to live with purpose
A day to show you care
When others turn to you distraught
Confused or in despair

A day to share God's blessings
In quiet countless ways
That touch the heart with hope and joy
And brighten cloudy days

A day for sweet rejoicing
For gratitude and praise
Because His love enfolds you
Both now, and all your days.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Lucky the Dog</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/812807</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 17 Jan 2013 17:15:15 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Lucky the Dog 

Mary and her husband Jim had a dog named &quot;Lucky.&quot; Lucky was a real character. When ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Lucky the Dog 

Mary and her husband Jim had a dog named "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 other favorite toys. Lucky always stashed his finds in his toy box and he was very particular that his toys stay in the box.

It happened that Mary found out she had breast cancer. Something told her she was going to die of this disease....in fact, she was just sure it was fatal.

She scheduled the double mastectomy, 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 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 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 day. It's been 12 years now and Mary is still cancer-free. Lucky? He still steals treasures and stashes them in his toy box but Mary remains his greatest treasure.

Remember . . . live every day to the fullest. Each minute is a blessing from God. And never forget.... the people who make a difference in our lives are not the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones that care for us.

If you see someone without a smile today give them one of yours! Live simply. Love seriously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>How fitting that I should get this in my mailbox today when I so needed it.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/812384</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 14 Jan 2013 05:49:22 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/812384</guid>
		<description>My Quilt

As I faced my Maker at the last judgment, I knelt before the Lord along with all the oth ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My Quilt

As I faced my Maker at the last judgment, I knelt before the Lord along with all the other souls.

Before each of us laid our lives like the squares of a quilt in many piles. An Angel sat before each of us sewing our quilt squares together into a tapestry that is our life.

But as my angel took each piece of cloth off the pile, I noticed how ragged and empty each of my squares was. They were filled with giant holes. Each square was labeled with a part of my life that had been difficult, the challenges and temptations I was faced with in everyday life. I saw hardships that I endured, which were the largest holes of all. I glanced around me. Not many others had such squares. Other than a few holes here and there, the other tapestries were filled with rich color and the bright hues of worldly fortune. I gazed upon my own life and was disheartened.

My angel was sewing the ragged pieces of cloth together, threadbare and empty, like binding air.

Finally the time came when each life was to be displayed, held up to the light, the scrutiny of truth. The others rose, each in turn, holding up their tapestries. So filled their lives had been. My angel looked upon me, and nodded for me to rise. My gaze dropped to the ground in shame. I hadn't had all the earthly fortunes. I had love in my life, and laughter. But there had also been trials of illness, and death, and false accusations that took from me my world, as I knew it. I had to start over many times. I often struggled with the temptation to quit, only to somehow muster the strength to pick up and begin again. I spent many nights on my knees in prayer, asking for help and guidance in my life. I had often been held up to ridicule, which I endured painfully, each time offering it up to the Father in hopes that I would not melt within my skin beneath the judgmental gaze of those who unfairly judged me.

And now, I had to face the truth. My life was what it was, and I had to accept it for what it was.

I rose and slowly lifted the combined squares of my life to the light. An awe-filled gasp filled the air. I gazed around at the others who stared at me with wide eyes.

Then, I looked upon the tapestry before me. Light flooded the many holes, creating an image, the face of Christ. Then our Lord stood before me, with warmth and love in His eyes. He said, "Every time you gave over your life to Me, it became My life, My hardships, and My struggles. Each point of light in your life is when you stepped aside and let Me shine through, until there was more of Me than there was of you."

May all our quilts be threadbare and worn, allowing Christ to shine through.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>His Unfailing Presence</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/810200</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 27 Dec 2012 06:14:13 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>His Unfailing Presence

Another year I enter
Its history unknown;
Oh, how my feet would tremble ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ His Unfailing Presence

Another year I enter
Its history unknown;
Oh, how my feet would tremble
To tread its paths alone!
But I have heard a whisper,
I know I shall be blest;
"My presence shall go with thee,
And I will give thee rest."

What will the New Year bring me?
I may not, must not know;
Will it be love and rapture,
Or loneliness and woe?
Hush! Hush! I hear His whisper;
I surely shall be blest;
"My presence shall go with thee,
And I will give thee rest."]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Not Only On Christmas Day</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/809567</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 22 Dec 2012 09:25:32 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Not Only on Christmas Day

Lord, this is my prayer
Not only on Christmas Day
But until I see You ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Not Only on Christmas Day

Lord, this is my prayer
Not only on Christmas Day
But until I see You face to face
May I live my life this way:

Just like the baby Jesus
I ever hope to be,
Resting in Your loving arms
Trusting in Your sovereignty.

And like the growing Christ child
In wisdom daily learning,
May I ever seek to know You
With my mind and spirit yearning.

Like the Son so faithful
Let me follow in Your light,
Meek and bold, humble and strong
Not afraid to face the night.

Nor cowardly to suffer
And stand for truth alone,
Knowing that Your kingdom
Awaits my going home.

Not afraid to sacrifice
Though great may be the cost,
Mindful how You rescued me
From broken-hearted loss.

Like my risen Savior
The babe, the child, the Son,
May my life forever speak
Of who You are and all You've done.

So while this world rejoices
And celebrates Your birth,
I treasure You, the greatest gift
Unequaled in Your worth.

I long to hear the same words
That welcomed home Your Son,
"Come, good and faithful servant,"
Your Master says, "Well done."

And may heaven welcome others
Who will join with me in praise
Because I lived for Jesus Christ
Not only Christmas Day]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Christmas in Heaven</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/809455</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 21 Dec 2012 06:39:13 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Christmas in Heaven

I've had my first Christmas in Heaven
A Glorious, wonderful day.
I stood wi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Christmas in Heaven

I've had my first Christmas in Heaven
A Glorious, wonderful day.
I stood with the saints of the ages,
who found Christ the Truth and the Way.

I sang with the Heavenly Choir:
Just think: I who longed so to sing!
And oh, what celestial music
we brought to our Savior and King!

We sang the glad songs of redemption,
How Jesus to Bethlehem came,
And how they called His name Jesus,
That all might be saved through His name.

We sang once again with the angels,
The song that they sang that blest morn,
When shepherds first heard the glad story
That Jesus, the Savior, was born.

Oh, how I wish you had been there:
No Christmas on earth could compare
With all the rapture and glory
We witnessed in Heaven so fair.

You know how I always loved Christmas;
It seemed such a wonderful day,
With all of my loved ones around me
The children so happy and gay.

Yes, now I can see why I loved it:
And oh, what a joy it will be
When you and my loved ones are with me:
To share in the glories I see.

So dear ones on earth, here's my greeting:
Look up till the day dawn appears,
And oh, what a Christmas awaits us,
Beyond all our parting and tears.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Snowy Christmas Eve</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/809179</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 19 Dec 2012 07:12:55 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Snowy Christmas Eve

There was once a man who didn't believe in God, and he didn't hesitate to let ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Snowy Christmas Eve

There was once a man who didn't believe in God, and he didn't hesitate to let others know how he felt about religion and religious holidays, like Christmas. His wife, however, did believe, and she raised their children to also have faith in God and Jesus, despite his disparaging comments.

One snowy Christmas Eve, his wife was taking their children to a Christmas Eve service in the farm community in which they lived. She asked him to come, but he refused. "That story is nonsense!" he said. "Why would God lower Himself to come to Earth as a man? That's ridiculous!" So she and the children left, and he stayed home. A while later, the winds grew stronger and the snow turned into a blizzard. As the man looked out the window, all he saw was a blinding snowstorm. He sat down to relax before the fire for the evening. Then he heard a loud thump. Something had hit the window. Then another thump. He looked out, but couldn't see more than a few feet.

When the snow let up a little, he ventured outside to see what could have been beating on his window. In the field near his house he saw a flock of wild geese. Apparently they had been flying south for the winter when they got caught in the snowstorm and could not go on. They were lost and stranded on his farm, with no food or shelter. They just flapped their wings and flew around the field in low circles, blindly and aimlessly. A couple of them had flown into his window, it seemed. The man felt sorry for the geese and wanted to help them. The barn would be a great place for them to stay, he thought. It is warm and safe; surely they could spend the night and wait out the storm. So he walked over to the barn and opened the doors wide, then watched and waited, hoping they would notice the open barn and go inside. But the geese just fluttered around aimlessly and did not seem to notice the barn or realize what it could mean for them.

The man tried to get their attention, but that just seemed to scare them and they moved further away. He went into the house and came back out with some bread, broke it up, and made a breadcrumbs trail leading to the barn. They still didn't catch on. Now he was getting frustrated. He got behind them and tried to shoo them toward the barn, but they only got more scared and scattered in every direction except toward the barn. Nothing he did could get them to go into the barn where they would be warm and safe.
"Why don't they follow me?!" he exclaimed. "Can't they see this is the only place where they can survive the storm?" He thought for a moment and realized that they just wouldn't follow a human. "If only I were a goose, then I could save them," he said out loud. Then he had an idea. He went into barn, got one of his own geese, and carried it in his arms as he circled around behind the flock of wild geese. He then released it. His goose flew through the flock and straight into the barn -- and one by one the other geese followed it to safety.


He stood silently for a moment as the words he had spoken a few minutes earlier replayed in his mind:

"If only I were a goose, then I could save them!"

Then he thought about what he had said to his wife earlier.
"Why would God want to be like us? That's ridiculous!"

Suddenly it all made sense. That is what God had done.

We were like the geese -- blind, lost, perishing. God had His Son become like us so He could show us the way and save us.

That was the meaning of Christmas, he realized. As the winds and blinding snow died down, his soul became quiet and pondered this wonderful thought. Suddenly he understood what Christmas was all about, why Christ had come. Years of doubt and disbelief vanished like the passing storm. He fell to his knees in the snow, and prayed his first prayer:

"Thank You Jesus for coming in human form to show me the way out of the storm!"]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Controlling Your Heart</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/804948</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 13 Nov 2012 06:04:24 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Controlling Your Heart

A wise and understanding heart does not repay a hurt with a hurt. In doing ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Controlling Your Heart

A wise and understanding heart does not repay a hurt with a hurt. In doing so, the heart is diminished. Fissures form. Love leaks out. Every pain given in return for one received, changes the contents of the heart. It is no longer defined by love, wisdom and understanding. It is redefined by the bearers of hurt and hate, pain and prejudice, meanness and madness, sorrow and sadness. You give away control of your very own heart.

The despair of being hurt is healed by overcoming it, not clinging to the hurt and inflicting more of it on the world. When darkness is added to darkness, no one can see, no one can love. Everyone loses.

Love is not always warm and fuzzy. Sometimes it's the integrity we hold on to when we're tempted to strike back. Sometimes it's the honor that keeps us from exchanging the valuable contents of our heart for the harsh satisfaction of lashing back.

No, the way of love is not always easy, but when night falls, dawn is assured.

The integrity and honor of a wise and understanding heart, rises with the sun of a new day.

"Because you have asked for understanding to discern judgment. I have given you a wise and understanding heart." 1 Kings 3:11-12]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sometimes We Need To Fall Apart</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/804946</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 13 Nov 2012 06:02:00 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Sometimes We Need To Fall Apart
================================

We don't always have to be stro ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sometimes We Need To Fall Apart
================================

We don't always have to be strong.

Sometimes our strength is expressed in being vulnerable.

Sometimes we need to fall apart to regroup and stay on track.

We all have days when we cannot push any harder,
cannot hold back self-doubt,
cannot stop focusing on fear,
cannot be strong.

There are days when we cannot focus on being responsible.
Sometimes we cry in front of people.
We expose our tiredness, irritability, or anger.
Those days are okay.

Part of taking care of ourselves means we give ourselves
permission to "fall apart" when we need to.
We do not need to be perpetual towers of strength.

We ARE strong.

We have proven that our strength will continue if we allow us
the courage to feel scared, weak, and vulnerable when we need
to experience those feelings.

Today, help me to know that it is okay
to allow myself to be human.

Help me not to feel guilty or punish myself
when I need to "fall apart."

~Author unknown~]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Love is like a rose</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/803813</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 3 Nov 2012 14:05:01 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Love is like a rose

It will blossom for a while
If it's not cared for it can
Fade away without  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Love is like a rose

It will blossom for a while
If it's not cared for it can
Fade away without a smile

Love is like a rose
As special as it can be
It needs some tender care
Like the love between you and me

Love is like a rose
No matter what color it may bloom
But it may never grow
If we don't give it enough room

Love is like a rose
With its thorny little stem
If you don't watch for the thorns
You can easily get stuck by them

Love is like a rose
That keeps blooming inside your heart
And keeps right on growing
Even if you're so far apart

Love is like a rose
In many shades of color don't you see
But this is one special rose
That grows just for you inside of me]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mission Pawsible</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/799334</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 1 Oct 2012 07:06:28 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Mission Pawsible

How a service dog named Ben helped a woman help others

By Peggy Frezon

Kar ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mission Pawsible

How a service dog named Ben helped a woman help others

By Peggy Frezon

Karen Shirk stroked the ears of the sleek black German shepherd sleeping at her feet. After years of being refused, she finally had her service dog whom she named Ben.

As a young college student, Karen had been diagnosed with Myasthenia Gravis (MG), a rare and debilitating neuromuscular disease. She endured long hospital stays and had to use a ventilator to breathe.

The only thing that kept her going was the thought of a service dog to help her gain some independence. But she was repeatedly told that dogs could not be paired with someone on a ventilator.

After failing to find an agency that could help her, Karen took matters into her own hands. She bought Ben and enrolled in training classes. Ben learned to perform many of the tasks previously performed by personal care assistants, such as picking up objects and opening doors.

Sharing her life with Ben made her wonder: “How many others are turned away because they don’t fit the service dog agencies’ criteria? How many others need the same miracles that Ben offers me?”

That’s when she decided she would do something to improve the quality of life for others with severe handicaps by providing them with service dogs.

Based on her and Ben’s success, Karen started her own agency, 4 Paws for Ability, in 1998, which provides service dogs to any child with a disability who wishes to have a dog.

Most agencies turn down children, feeling that children can’t handle service dogs alone. “Which is true. They can’t,” Karen says. “But we work with kids by having the parents handle the dog, at the same time getting the dog bonded to the child, not the handler.”

4 Paws for Ability trains dogs to help children with autism, Down’s syndrome, diabetes, seizures, cancer, hearing impairment, loss of mobility, mental health impairments, and many other conditions.

One of Karen’s most rewarding experiences was with a 5-year old boy named Connor. He had severe medical issues and was on a ventilator, as she had been. Through the love and assistance of his service dog, Casey, he grew stronger, gained independence and could finally go outside and play.

4 Paws for Ability raises and trains their own dogs, generally working with breeds such as golden retrievers, collies, German shepherds, labradoodles and papillons. In 2000 Karen expanded her enterprise by establishing Mission Pawsible, a program to teach prison inmates to help socialize and train puppies.

“It’s so cool to see how much difference the dogs make for the inmates,” she says, “Even though these men and women are locked away from society, they can do something good.”

Karen recalls a middle-aged inmate who had been involved in a murder when he was 18. He told her that the dog helped ease his stress and build his confidence and self-esteem.

When troubles are at their peak, God can do wonderful things. Karen found a way to help not only herself, but also hundreds of others—all thanks to a nudge from a devoted German shepherd and the countless other service dogs who make her mission pawsible.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sand and Stone</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/795462</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 1 Sep 2012 12:12:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/795462</guid>
		<description>Sand and Stone 

There is a story about two friends who were walking through the desert. Halfway t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sand and Stone 

There is a story about two friends who were walking through the desert. Halfway through the journey they had an argument and one friend slapped the other in the face.

The one who was slapped felt hurt, but without saying anything he wrote in the sand: "Today my best friend slapped me in the face."

They kept on walking until they found an oasis where they decided to take a bath. The one who had been slapped began to drown and his friend saved him. When he recovered from the ordeal, he wrote on a stone: "Today my best friend saved my life."

His friend asked him, "Why, after I hurt you, did you write in the sand and now you write on a stone?"

The man, smiling, replied: "When a friend hurts us, we should write it down in the sand, where the winds of forgiveness can erase it away. And when something great happens, we should engrave it on the stone of the memory of our heart, where no wind can erase it."]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Miracle Rabbit</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/794566</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 25 Aug 2012 11:58:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>The Miracle Rabbit
 
Yesterday I was mowing my grass in the backyard with my dog Pringles running  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The Miracle Rabbit
 
Yesterday I was mowing my grass in the backyard with my dog Pringles running freely as I so often do with a fenced yard. On the back side I have a large wood pile where some of God's creatures take refuge from my dog's advances. He is a Brittany Spaniel/Pointer mix. Quite the bird dog.

As I was about half done my Pringles came running by with a small bunny in his mouth. One I had seen several times before feeding on the grass. He was shaking it like a rag doll until I yelled at him to let it go. When he did I immediately picked up the lifeless body that had been mangled in several places. Skin ripped bare and one tendon exposed on it's hind leg too. It was not moving one tiny bit.

I began to weep and cry out to Jesus.

After putting the dog back inside the house I picked up that little bunny again and began to pray life back into it's mortal body through the power of the living God and His word. "He shall not die, but live (I said) and declare the works of the Lord!"

"For the same Spirit that raised Christ from the dead shall quicken it's mortal body and raise it back up again." I said every scripture I could think of pertaining to healing and restoration. All in the name that is above every other name. Jesus! I continued to do this for at least 30 minutes. Scripture after scripture came from my lips for this little bunny. Still nothing happened, it seemed.

I knew that God's word would work for any situation. Knowing too, it would never return back to Him void. I also reminded God of His promise to watch over His word to perform it. For God is not one to lie.

Finally, having done all I decided to stand and let God do the rest. Knowing that He also said, "Signs shall follow them that believe." I believed!

After the prayers were finished I took our little friend to the fence line between my neighbor's house and mine and set it's body on the other side. The house next door is empty so I knew it would not be bothered, plus my dog could not get to it again either. Again, this was yesterday; Father's Day.

Our Father who art in heaven.

I told God that I would continue to trust him to raise this rabbit up from the dead and to NOT go over to where I placed it's body to SEE if it was there. The just shall walk by faith. Today, one day later, I continued to talk to God about it and thanked Him for doing what I had asked of him the day before. Still I would not go over to that fence line to look.

After I thanking God again I asked Him to let me see that bunny again. Then it happened. As my dog was wanting to go outside, and as I began to open the door ... I saw it. That little bunny came hopping along from the direction along the fence where I had left him, making his way to that wood pile where he had so often made his home and refuge. It was him alright and he was alive and well once again.

Even my dog saw it and ran over to the wood pile to try and catch it. Praise be to God!!

Now I was ready to go over to that fence line where his body once laid, and look. But it was not there. I then remembered when Mary went to the tomb where Jesus was laid after the crucifixion. The angel spoke to her, "Why do you look for the living among the dead?" He is risen.

And so is that precious bunny too!

Thank You Jesus!
For You are faithful and worthy to be praised.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>LOVE ISLAND</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/793660</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 19 Aug 2012 06:27:19 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Love Island
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Once upon a time there was an island where all the feelings
lived; hap ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Love Island
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Once upon a time there was an island where all the feelings
lived; happiness, sadness, knowledge, and all the others,
including love.

One day it was announced to all of the feelings that the island
was going to sink to the bottom of the ocean.
So all the feelings prepared their boats to leave.

Love was the only one that stayed. She wanted to preserve
the island paradise until the last possible moment.

When the island was almost totally under, Love decided it was
time to leave.  She began looking for someone to ask for help.
Just then Richness was passing by in a grand boat.  Love asked,
"Richness, Can I come with you on your boat?"
Richness answered, " I'm sorry, but there is a lot of silver and
gold on my boat and there would be no room for you anywhere."

Then Love decided to ask Vanity for help who was passing in a
beautiful vessel.  Love cried out, "Vanity, help me please."
"I can't help you", Vanity said, "You are all wet and will
damage my beautiful boat."

Next, Love saw Sadness passing by.  Love said, "Sadness, please
let me go with you."  Sadness answered, "Love, I'm sorry, but, I
just need to be alone now."

Then, Love saw Happiness.  Love cried out, " Happiness, please
take me with you."  But Happiness was so overjoyed that he
didn't hear Love calling to him.

Love began to cry.  Then, she heard a voice say, "Come Love,
I will take you with me."  It was an elder.

Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that she forgot to ask the
elder his name.

When they arrived on land the elder went on his way.
Love realized how much she owed the elder.

Love then found Knowledge and asked,
"Who was it that helped me?"

"It was Time", Knowledge answered.

"But why did Time help me when no one else would?", Love asked.

Knowledge smiled and with deep wisdom and sincerity, answered,
"Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is."]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I AM YOUR DOG</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/790141</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 24 Jul 2012 13:15:28 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I Am Your Dog 

I am your dog, and I have a little something I'd like to whisper in your ear.
I k ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I Am Your Dog 

I am your dog, and I have a little something I'd like to whisper in your ear.
I know that you humans lead busy lives. 
Some have to work, some have children to raise. 
It always seems like you are running here and there, often much too fast, often never noticing the truly grand things in life. 
Look down at me now, while you sit there at your computer. 
See the way my dark brown eyes look at yours? 
They are slightly cloudy now. 
That comes with age. 
The gray hairs are beginning to ring my soft muzzle.

You smile at me; I see love in your eyes. 
What do you see in mine? 
Do you see a spirit?
A soul inside, who loves you as no other could in the world? 
A spirit that would forgive all trespasses of prior wrong doing for the just a simple moment of your time? 
That is all I ask.
To slow down, if even for a few minutes to be with me. So many times you have been saddened by the words you read on that screen, of others of my kind, passing. 
Sometimes we die young and oh so quickly, sometimes so suddenly it wrenches your heart out of your throat. 
Sometimes, we age so slowly before your eyes that you may not even seem to know until the very end, when we look at you with grizzled muzzles and cataract clouded eyes. 
Still the love is always there, even when we must take that long sleep, to run free in a distant land.

I may not be here tomorrow; I may not be here next week.
Someday you will shed the water from your eyes, that humans have when deep grief fills their souls, and you will be angry at yourself that you did not have just 'One more day' with me. 
Because I love you so, your sorrow touches my spirit and grieves me.
We have NOW, together.
So come, sit down here next to me on the floor, and look deep into my eyes. 
What do you see? 
If you look hard and deep enough we will talk, you and I, heart to heart. 
Come to me not as 'alpha' or as 'trainer' or even 'Mom or Dad', come to me as a living soul and stroke my fur and let us look deep into one another's eyes, and talk.

I may tell you something about the fun of chasing a tennis ball, or I may tell you something profound about myself, or even life in general. 
You decided to have me in your life because you wanted a soul to share such things with. 
Someone very different from you, and here I am. 
I am a dog, but I am alive. 
I feel emotion, I feel physical senses, and I can revel in the differences of our spirits and souls I do not think of you as a 'Dog on two feet'. 
I know what you are. 
You are human, in all your quirkiness, and I love you still.

Now come sit with me, on the floor.
Enter my world, and let time slow down if only for 15 minutes. 
Look deep into my eyes, and whisper to my ears Speak with your heart, with your joy and I will know your true self.
We may not have tomorrow, and life is oh so very short.
Love today! 

(on behalf of canines everywhere)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Pretty One</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/788982</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 15 Jul 2012 18:15:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The Pretty One
 
This was the last litter of puppies we were going to allow our Cocker Spaniel to  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The Pretty One
 
This was the last litter of puppies we were going to allow our Cocker Spaniel to have. It had been a very long night for me. Precious, our only black cocker, was having a very difficult time with the delivery of her puppies.

I laid on the floor beside her large four-foot square cage, watching her every movement. Watching and waiting just in case we had to rush her to the veterinarian.

After six hours the puppies started to appear. The first born was a black and white party dog. The second and third puppies were tan and brown in color. The fourth and fifth were also spotted black and white. "One, two, three, four, five," I counted to myself as I walked down the hallway to wake up Judy and tell her that everything was fine. As we walked back down the hallway and into the spare bedroom, I noticed a sixth puppy had been born and was now laying all by itself over to the side of the cage. I picked up the small puppy and laid it on top of the
large pile of puppies, who were whining and trying nurse on the mother.

Instantly Precious pushed the small puppy away from rest of the group and refused to recognize it as a member of her family.

"Something's wrong," said Judy.

I reached over and picked up the puppy. My heart sank inside my chest when I saw the little puppy was hare-lipped and could not close its little mouth. We had gone through this once before last year with another one of our cockers. That experience like to have killed me when the puppy died and I had to bury it. If there was any way to save this animal I was going to give it my best shot.

All the puppies born that night, with the exception of the small hare-lipped pup, were very valuable because of their unusual coloring. Most would bring between five to seven hundred dollars each. The next day I took the puppy to the vet. I was told nothing could be done unless we were willing to spend about a thousand dollars to try and correct the defect. He told us that the puppy would die mainly because it could not suckle.

After returning home Judy and I decided that we could not afford to spend that kind of money without getting some type of assurances from the vet that the puppy had a chance to live. However, that did not stop me from purchasing a syringe and feeding the puppy by hand. Which I did very day and night, every two hours, for more than ten days.

The fifth week I placed an ad in the newspaper, and within a week we had taken deposits on all of the pups, except the one with the deformity. The little guy had learned to eat on his own as long as it was soft canned food.

Late that afternoon I had gone to the store to pick up a few groceries. Upon returning I happened to see the old retired school teacher, who lived across the street from us, waving at me. She had read in the paper that we had puppies for sale and was wondering if she might buy one from us for her grandson. I told her all the puppies had been sold, but I would keep my eyes open for anyone else who might have a cocker spaniel for sale. I also mentioned we never kept a deposit should someone change their mind, and if so I would let her know. Within days all but one of the puppies had been picked up by their new owners. This left me with
one brown and tan cocker as well as the smaller hare-lipped puppy.

Two days passed without me hearing anything from the gentleman, who had placed a deposit on the tan and brown pup. So I telephoned the school teacher and told her I had one puppy left and that she was welcome to come and look at it. She advised me that she was going to pick up her grandson and would come over at about eight o'clock that evening. Judy and I were eating supper when we heard a knock on the front door. When I opened the door, the man, who had placed a $100 deposit on the dog, was standing there. We walked inside where I filled out the paperwork, he paid me the balance of the money, and I handed him the puppy.

Judy and I did not know what to do or say if the teacher showed up with her grandson. Sure enough at exactly eight o'clock the doorbell rang. I opened the door, and there was the school teacher with her grandson standing behind her. I explained to her the man had come for the puppy just an hour before, and there were no puppies left.

"I'm sorry, Jeffery. They sold all the puppies," she told her grandson.

Just at that moment, the small puppy left in the bedroom began to yelp.

"My puppy! My puppy!" yelled the little boy as he ran out from behind his grandmother.

I just about fell over when I saw the small child was hare-lipped. The boy ran past me as fast as he could, down the hallway to where the puppy was still yelping.
When the three of us made it to the bedroom, the small boy was holding the puppy in his arms. He looked up at his grandmother and said, "Look Grandma. They sold all the puppies except the pretty one, and he looks just like me."

Well, old Grandma wasn't the only one with tears in her eyes that day. Judy and I stood there, not knowing what to do.

"Is this puppy for sale?" asked the school teacher.

"My grandma told me these kind of puppies are real expensive and that I have to take real good care of it," said the little boy, who was now hugging the puppy.

"Yes, ma'am. This puppy is for sale."

The lady opened her purse, and I could see several one-hundred dollar bills sticking out of her wallet. I reached over and pushed her hand back down into her purse so that she would not pull her wallet out.

"How much do you think this puppy is worth?" I asked the boy.

"About a dollar?" He replied.

"No. This puppy is very, very expensive... More than a dollar," I told him.

"I'm afraid so." Said his grandmother.

The boy stood there pressing the small puppy against his cheek.

"We could not possibly take less than two dollars for this puppy," Judy said, squeezing my hand. "Like you said, "It's the pretty one." She continued.

The school teacher took out two dollars and handed it to the young boy.

"It's your dog now, Jeffery. You pay the man."

I think it must be a wonderful feeling for any young person to look at their selves into the mirror and see nothing, except "The pretty one]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Treasures Within</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/788676</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 13 Jul 2012 12:10:26 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The Treasures Inside
 
A man was exploring caves by the seashore. In one of the caves he found a c ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The Treasures Inside
 
A man was exploring caves by the seashore. In one of the caves he found a canvas bag with a bunch of hardened clay balls. It was like someone had rolled clay balls and left them out in the sun to bake.

They didn't look like much, but they intrigued the man, so he took the bag out of the cave with him. As he strolled along the beach, he would throw the clay balls one at a time out into the ocean as far as he could.

He thought little about it, until he dropped one of the clay balls and it cracked open on a rock. Inside was a beautiful, precious stone!

Excited, the man started breaking open the remaining clay balls. Each contained a similar treasure. He found thousands of dollars worth of jewels in the 20 or so clay balls he had left. Then it struck him.

He had been on the beach a long time. He had thrown maybe 50 or 60 of the clay balls with their hidden treasure into the ocean waves. Instead of thousands of dollars in treasure, he could have taken home tens of thousands, but he had just thrown it away!

It's like that with people. We look at someone, maybe even ourselves, and we see the external clay vessel. It doesn't look like much from the outside. It isn't always beautiful or sparkling, so we discount it. We see that person as less important than someone more beautiful or stylish or well known or wealthy. But we have not taken the time to find the treasure hidden inside that person.

There is a treasure in each and every one of us. If we take the time to get to know that person, and if we ask God to show us that person the way He sees them, then the clay begins to peel away and the brilliant gem begins to shine forth.

May we not come to the end of our lives and find out that we have thrown away a fortune in friendships because the gems were hidden in bits of clay. May we see the people in our world as God sees them.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What Happens in Heaven When We Pray?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/788042</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 8 Jul 2012 18:41:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>What Happens in Heaven When We Pray? 

I dreamt that I went to Heaven and an angel was showing me  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ What Happens in Heaven When We Pray? 

I dreamt that I went to Heaven and an angel was showing me around. We walked side-by-side inside a large workroom filled with angels. My angel guide stopped in front of the first section and said, "This is the Receiving Section". Here, all petitions to God said in prayer are received.

I looked around in this area, and it was terribly busy with so many angels sorting out petitions written on voluminous paper sheets and scraps from people all over the world.

Then we moved on down a long corridor until we reached the second section.

The angel then said to me, "This is the Packaging and Delivery Section. Here, the graces and blessings the people asked for are processed and delivered to the living persons who asked for them." I noticed again how busy it was there. There were many angels working hard at that station, since so many blessings had been requested and were being packaged for delivery to Earth.

Finally at the farthest end of the long corridor we stopped at the door of a very small station. To my great surprise, only one angel was seated there, idly doing nothing. "This is the Acknowledgment Section, my angel friend quietly admitted to me. He seemed embarrassed." How is it that there is no work going on here? I asked.

"So sad," the angel sighed. "After people receive the blessings that they asked for, very few send back acknowledgments"

"How does one acknowledge God's blessings? " I asked.

"Simple," the angel answered. Just say, "Thank you, Lord."

"What blessings should they acknowledge?" I asked.

"If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof overhead and a place to sleep you are richer than 75% of this world. If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish, you are among the top 8% of the world's wealthy."

"And if you received this on your own computer, you are part of the 1% in the world who has that opportunity."

"If you woke up this morning with more health than illness...You are more blessed than the many who will not even survive this day. "

"If you have never experienced the fear in battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture, or the pangs of starvation ... You are ahead of 700 million people in the world."

"If you can attend a church without the fear of harassment, arrest, torture or death you are envied by, and more blessed than, three billion people in the world."

"If your parents are still alive and still married ...you are very rare."

"If you can hold your head up and smile, you are not the norm, you're unique to all those in doubt and despair..."

Ok, what now? How can I start?

If you can read this message, you just received a double blessing in that someone was thinking of you as very special and you are more blessed than over two billion people in the world who cannot read at all.

Have a good day, count your blessings, and if you care to, pass this along to remind everyone else how blessed we all are.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Summer Thoughts</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/787554</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 5 Jul 2012 10:12:32 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Some Summer Thoughts 

Do you know why a car's windshield is so large &amp; the rear view mirror is so ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Some Summer Thoughts 

Do you know why a car's windshield is so large & the rear view mirror is so small? Because our past is not as important as our future.

So, look ahead and move on. Friendship is like a book. It takes few seconds to burn, but it takes years to write.

All things in life are temporary. If going well, enjoy it, they will not last forever. If going wrong, don't worry, they can't last long either.

Often when we lose hope and think this is the end, God smiles from above and says, "Relax, it's just a bend, not the end!"

When God solves your problems, you have faith in his abilities; when God doesn't solve your problems, he has faith in your abilities.

A blind person asked St. Anthony: "Can there be anything worse than losing eye sight?" He replied: "Yes, losing your vision." 

Worrying does not take away tomorrow's troubles; it takes away today's peace.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Last Butterfly</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/786323</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 27 Jun 2012 07:15:20 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The Last Butterfly 

&quot;Poor little butterfly,&quot; the young girl said. &quot;Poor little butterfly.&quot; 

Th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The Last Butterfly 

"Poor little butterfly," the young girl said. "Poor little butterfly." 

Then reaching down slowly so as to not scare it away, she slid her tiny fingers underneath, urging it to step upon her hand. 

It would appear to anyone that this delicate creature was lifeless leaving behind remains of what once was. 

But not her. She sensed something. She knew right away that there was indeed some life left in this most fragile example of God's work. 

The butterfly nearly tumbled onto her hand, wings folded straight up, apparently unable to fly. 

Then, perhaps it was the warmth of her hands or the welcoming response to the attention it was given, but the butterfly began to walk slowly up to her palm. 

"Poor little butterfly," she repeated again as she brought it closer to her face. 

"If I could kiss you I would, " she said. 

The butterfly, appearing to respond, slowly opened its wings, to reveal its beautiful designand colors. Now open fully, the child brought it closer and gave an angel's kiss of love. 

Just off in the distance watching this precious moment, her grandmother walked toward them. 

"Oh, you have found it," she said. "I was waiting for it and wondered where it was." 

The child looked a bit surprised and said. "You were waiting for this butterfly? Why?" 

"It is sent to remind us," grandmother said. 

"But it is dying. I feel sorry for it. Don't they fly away when it gets cold?" 

"Yes, they do. But one is always chosen to remain behind," she said. 

Maybe this was just grandmother's way of softening the the truth so that the child would not be saddened by the thought of the butterfly dying. But what unfolded here was an incredible moment, an opportunity seen and taken to teach a lesson of love. 

"Why would they choose to be left behind?" the child asked as she gently stroked the butterfly. 

"They don't choose to be, they are chosen," she told her. 

The child looked down again and held it closer. 

"It is a great honor to be chosen. The story goes that God realized that when winter comes color disappears. The color of the flowers fade into the earth and all the delicate butterflies leave for warmer places. So, God decided that one should remain to remind us of the beautiful world He has created and the promise of Spring's return." 

The child looked down and then lifting her head slowly, she whispered, "And I found it, grandmother." 

"Yes, and with that you have a great responsibility," she said as she held the young girl's face in her hands. 

"What?" 

"You must now take time to see God's colors in the darkness of winter. You must be the sunshine. You must help those who have forgotten how beautiful life is, to see the color of God's love for them." 

"Oh, grandmother. I don't know how to," she said. 

"It is simple. Be yourself. People believe only what they see. Like the flowers and butterflies. But God makes people beautiful inside. It is up to us to bring that beauty out by loving each other, helping each other and when we find someone who has fallen, just like that butterfly, it is up to us to pick them up, carress them and care for them. For one day it may very well be His Chosen One left behind." 

The child moved closer to her grandmother as they sat admiring God's messenger. 

Take time to see the beauty, the colors of God in the people around you. 

You, too may find the "Poor little butterfly!"]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Two Gates</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/785597</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 22 Jun 2012 06:55:07 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The Two Gates 

A man was walking down a road next to a tall glistening white wall. Beside him wal ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The Two Gates 

A man was walking down a road next to a tall glistening white wall. Beside him walked his favorite dog who he realized with a start had been dead for several years. He realized that he must be dead also.

With a shrug of his shoulders he set off down the path with a hand on his dog's head. A little down the road he saw a beautiful pearl gate that glistened in the sunlight. Standing next to it was a beautiful man. When he got to the gate he asked where the gates lead to. The man replied "Heaven."

He asked if he could come in and get a drink for himself and his dog because the day was very warm. The beautiful man replied that he could, but dogs were not allowed into Heaven. The man smiled, patted his dog and turned away from the gates to continue down the path.

After a little while he came to a much shabbier gate that was in much need of attention. Beside it stood a somewhat dirty farmer. Again the man asked where the gate lead to, and again he was told "Heaven". He then asked for a drink for him and his dog, and the man gladly gave him a cup and a bowl. After he filled the bowl, and drank his cup from the fountain inside he asked the man if he knew that the other gatekeeper was claiming that the other gate also led to Heaven.

The Farmer said "Yes, but that was Hell." A bit confused, the man asked if that upset the Farmer. "No," he said giving the dog a pat, "They help us weed out the ones who would leave their best friends behind."]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Two Wolves</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/783666</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 9 Jun 2012 07:48:14 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The Two Wolves 

An old Grandfather said to his grandson, who came to him with anger at a friend w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The Two Wolves 

An old Grandfather said to his grandson, who came to him with anger at a friend who had done him an injustice,"Let me tell you a story: I have felt a great hate for those that have taken so much, with no sorrow for what they do. But hate wears you down, and does not hurt your enemy. It is like taking poison and wishing your enemy would die. I have struggled with these feelings many times."

He continued, "It is as if there are two wolves inside me; one is good and does no harm. He lives in harmony with all around him and does not take offense when no offense was intended. He will only fight when it is right to do so, and in the right way.

But the other wolf, ah! He is full of anger. The littlest thing will send him into a fit of temper. He fights everyone, all the time, for no reason. He cannot think because his anger and hate are so great. It is helpless anger, for his anger will change nothing. Sometimes it is hard to live with these two wolves inside me, for both of them try to dominate my spirit."

The boy looked intently into his Grandfather's eyes and asked, "Which one wins, Grandfather?"

The Grandfather smiled and quietly said, "The one I feed."]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>An Unforgetable Cab Ride</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/782600</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 1 Jun 2012 15:38:41 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today's Story 
 
An Unforgetable Cab Ride
 
Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. One ni ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today's Story 
 
An Unforgetable Cab Ride
 
Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. One night I took a fare at 2:30 AM, when I arrived to collect, the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once.

But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself. 

So I walked to the door and knocked. 'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. 

After a long pause, the door opened.

A small woman in her 80's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie. 

By her side was a small nylon suitcase The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. 

There were no clocks on the walls, no knick-knacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware. 

"Would you carry my bag out to the car?" she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. 

She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. 

She kept thanking me for my kindness. "It's nothing", I told her. "I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated."

"Oh, you're such a good man," she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, and then asked, "Could you drive through downtown?"

"It's not the shortest way," I answered quickly. 

"Oh, I don't mind," she said "I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice."

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. "I don't have any family left," she continued. "The doctor says I don't have very long." I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

"What route would you like me to take?" I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. 

We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. 

Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing. 

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, "I'm tired. Let's go now."

We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her. 

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair. 

"How much do I owe you?" she asked, reaching into her purse. "Nothing," I said.

"You have to make a living," she answered. "Oh, there are other passengers," I responded. 

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly. Our hug ended with her remark, "You gave an old woman a little moment of joy." After a slight pause, she added, "Thank you."

I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.

I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away? On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life. 

We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware, beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Dogs Prayer</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/780836</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 20 May 2012 07:03:58 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>A Dog's Prayer 

Treat me kindly, my beloved friend, for no heart in all the world is more gratefu ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ A Dog's Prayer 

Treat me kindly, my beloved friend, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of mine. 

Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I lick your hand between blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me learn. 

Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footsteps fall upon my waiting ear. 

Please take me inside when it is cold and wet, for I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth. 

Keep my pan filled with water, for I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. 

Feed me clean food that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side and stand ready, willing, and able to protect you with my life, should your life be in danger. 

And my friend, when I am very old and no longer able to enjoy good health, hearing and sight, do not make heroic efforts to keep me going. I shall leave this Earth knowing with the last breath I draw, that my fate was always safest in your hands... I will always be your BEST FRIEND.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>You Still Have Hope</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/780533</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 17 May 2012 19:18:59 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>You Still Have Hope
 
If you can look at the sunset and smile,
then you still have hope.

If yo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You Still Have Hope
 
If you can look at the sunset and smile,
then you still have hope.

If you can find beauty in the colors of a small flower,
then you still have hope.

If you can find pleasure in the movement of a butterfly,
then you still have hope.

If the smile of a child can still warm your heart,
then you still have hope.

If you can see the good in other people,
then you still have hope.

If the rain breaking on a roof top can still lull you to sleep,
then you still have hope.

If the sight of a rainbow still makes you stop and stare in wonder,
then you still have hope.

If the soft fur of a favored pet still feels pleasant under your fingertips,
then you still have hope.

If you meet new people with a trace of excitement and optimism,
then you still have hope.

If you give people the benefit of a doubt,
then you still have hope.

If you still offer your hand in friendship to others that have touched your life,
then you still have hope.

If receiving an unexpected card
or letter still brings a pleasant surprise,
then you still have hope.

If the suffering of others still fills your with pain and frustration,
then you still have hope.

If you refuse to let a friendship die,
or accept that it must end,
then you still have hope.

If you look forward to a time or place of quiet and reflection,
then you still have hope.

If you still buy the ornaments,
put up the Christmas tree or cook the supper,
then you still have hope.

If you can look to the past and smile,
then you still have hope.

If, when faced with the bad,
when told everything is futile,
you can still look up and end the conversation with the phrase..."yeah...BUT.,"
then you still have hope.

Hope is such a marvelous thing.
It bends, it twists, it sometimes hides,
but rarely does it break.
It sustains us when nothing else can.
It gives us reason to continue and courage to move ahead,
when we tell ourselves we'd rather give in.

Hope puts a smile on our face
when the heart cannot manage.

Hope puts our feet on the path
when our eyes cannot see it.

Hope moves us to act
when our souls are confused of the direction.

Hope is a wonderful thing,
something to be cherished and nurtured,
and something that will refresh us in return.
And it can be found in each of us,
and it can bring light into the darkest of places.
NEVER LOSE HOPE!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>In The Valleys We Grow</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/780133</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 15 May 2012 06:58:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>In The Valleys We Grow
 
Sometimes life seems hard to bear,
Full of sorrow, trouble and woe
It's ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ In The Valleys We Grow
 
Sometimes life seems hard to bear,
Full of sorrow, trouble and woe
It's then we have to remember
That it's in the valleys we grow.

If we always stayed on the mountain top
And never experienced pain,
We would never appreciate God's love
And would be living in vain.

We have so much to learn
And our growth is very slow,
Sometimes we need the mountain tops,
But it's in the valleys we grow.

We do not always understand
Why things happen as they do,
But I am very sure of one thing.
My Lord will see me through.

The little valleys are nothing
When we picture Christ on the cross
He went through the valley of death;
His victory was Satan's loss.

Forgive me Lord, for complaining
When I'm feeling so very low.
Just give me a gentle reminder
That it's in the valleys I grow.

Continue to strengthen me, Lord
And use my life each day
To share Your love with others
And help them find their way.

Thank You for the valleys, Lord
For this one thing I know
The mountain tops are glorious
But it's in the valleys I grow!

Have a blessed day!

REMEMBER...
The shortest distance between a problem and a solution
is the distance between your knees and the floor.
The one who kneels to the Lord,
can stand up to anything.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>How Gods Grace Works</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/780067</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 14 May 2012 16:24:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>How God's Grace Works 
&acirc;Give us this day our daily bread.&acirc; Matthew 6:11 

Sometimes things lo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ How God's Grace Works 
“Give us this day our daily bread.” Matthew 6:11 

Sometimes things loom up before us that seem impossible. Facing a big surgery, or the death of a loved one, or a lost job, or even a pile of unending laundry can feel like facing Mount Everest. We know that with God all things are possible, and we know He gives us the grace we need. But will it be enough? Fear closes in. Weakness. Uncertainty. How will we ever have enough strength to handle it?

I was thinking about this one day when I was baking bread. It smelled so good coming out of the oven. The dark gold color of the outside signaled perfect crispness. Like my Granny used to do, I rubbed butter over it, allowing it to melt into the fluffy interior. Before the bread could even cool, my family devoured a whole loaf. This was fun, but it’s not typical of our bread-eating behavior.

We buy most of our bread at the store, and it comes pre-sliced. On Monday I use two slices for my husband’s sandwich, and on Tuesday he gets two more. It’s the same for my kids. Two slices each, lathered in peanut butter and jelly. Then two slices the next day. Not the whole loaf at once.

Our bread-eating habits are the perfect metaphor for how God’s grace works—and His strength, His mercy, His power. When we’re contemplating Mount Everest we may want the whole loaf, but God knows what is good for us. He knows what we really need. He slices off enough for the first step. Then, when it’s time for the next one, another slice is there. And another and another and another till the journey is done. The whole loaf is ours—but God gives it as needed. Never too little, always just the right amount to fit our need.

Faith step: What is your deepest need today? Trust Jesus for it. He is Your manna from heaven.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Bouquet for Mother</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/779545</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 11 May 2012 06:26:25 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>A Bouquet for Mother 
This puts it all into perspective. Happy Mother's Day.

A man stopped at a  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ A Bouquet for Mother 
This puts it all into perspective. Happy Mother's Day.

A man stopped at a flower shop to order some flowers to be wired to his mother who lived two hundred miles away.

As he got out of his car he noticed a young girl sitting on the curb sobbing.

He asked her what was wrong and she replied, "I wanted to buy a red rose for my mother. But I only have seventy-five cents, and a rose costs two dollars."

The man smiled and said, "Come on in with me. I'll buy you a rose."

He bought the little girl her rose and ordered his own mother's flowers.

As they were leaving he offered the girl a ride home. She said, "Yes, please! You can take me to my mother."

She directed him to a cemetery, where she placed the rose on a freshly dug grave.

The man returned to the flower shop, canceled the wire order, picked up a bouquet and drove the two hundred miles to his mother's house.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Heart of the Watermelon</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/779061</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 7 May 2012 17:45:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The Heart of the Watermelon 

True riches can't be measured with money :)

When I was a kid in M ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The Heart of the Watermelon 

True riches can't be measured with money :)

When I was a kid in Minnesota, watermelon was a delicacy. One of my father's buddies, Bernie, was a prosperous fruit-and-vegetable wholesaler, who operated a warehouse in St. Paul.

Every summer, when the first watermelons rolled in, Bernie would call. Dad and I would go to Bernie's warehouse and take up our positions. We'd sit on the edge of the dock, feet dangling, and lean over, minimizing the volume of juice we were about to spill on ourselves.

Bernie would take his machete, crack our first watermelon, hand us both a big piece and sit down next to us. Then we'd bury our faces in watermelon, eating only the heart - the reddest, juiciest, firmest, most seed-free, most perfect part - and throw away the rest.

Bernie was my father's idea of a rich man. I always thought it was because he was such a successful businessman. Years later, I realized that what my father admired about Bernie's wealth was less its substance than its application. Bernie knew how to stop working, get together with friends and eat only the heart of the watermelon.

What I learned from Bernie is that being rich is a state of mind. Some of us, no matter how much money we have, will never be free enough to eat only the heart of the watermelon. Others are rich without ever being more than a paycheck ahead.

If you don't take the time to dangle your feet over the dock and chomp into life's small pleasures, your career is probably overwhelming your life.

For many years, I forgot that lesson I'd learned as a kid on the loading dock. I was too busy making all the money I could.

Well, I've relearned it. I hope I have time left to enjoy the accomplishments of others and to take pleasure in the day. That's the heart of the watermelon. I have learned again to throw the rest away.

Finally, I am rich.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Big Black Lab Named Reggie</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/778523</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 4 May 2012 05:15:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>This brought tears to my eyes, I hope you'll take the time to read it and share it for me...PLEASE R ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This brought tears to my eyes, I hope you'll take the time to read it and share it for me...PLEASE READ!! IT MAY BE LONG, BUT IT'S A STORY WORTH READING!!

They told me the big black Lab’s name was Reggie, as I looked at him lying in his pen. The shelter was clean, no-kill, and the people really friendly. I’d only been in the area for six months, but everywhere I went in the small college town, people were welcoming and open. Everyone waves when you pass them on the street.

But something was still missing as I attempted to settle in to my new life here, and I thought a dog couldn’t hurt. Give me someone to talk to. And I had just seen Reggie’s advertisement on the local news. The shelter said they had received numerous calls right after, but they said the people who had come down to see him just didn’t look like “Lab people,” whatever that meant. They must’ve thought I did.

But at first, I thought the shelter had misjudged me in giving me Reggie and his things, which consisted of a dog pad, bag of toys almost all of which were brand new tennis balls, his dishes and a sealed letter from his previous owner.

See, Reggie and I didn’t really hit it off when we got home. We struggled for two weeks (which is how long the shelter told me to give him to adjust to his new home). Maybe it was the fact that I was trying to adjust, too.
Maybe we were too much alike.

I saw the sealed envelope. I had completely forgotten about that. “Okay, Reggie,” I said out loud, “let’s see if your previous owner has any advice.”
____________ _________ _________ _________

To Whomever Gets My Dog:

Well, I can’t say that I’m happy you’re reading this, a letter I told the shelter could only be opened by Reggie’s new owner. I’m not even happy writing it. He knew something was different.

So let me tell you about my Lab in the hopes that it will help you bond with him and he with you.

First, he loves tennis balls. The more the merrier. Sometimes I think he’s part squirrel, the way he hoards them. He usually always has two in his mouth, and he tries to get a third in there. Hasn’t done it yet. Doesn’t
matter where you throw them, he’ll bound after them, so be careful. Don’t do it by any roads.

Next, commands. Reggie knows the obvious ones —-“sit,” “stay,” “come,” “heel.”

He knows hand signals, too: He knows “ball” and “food” and “bone” and “treat” like nobody’s business.

Feeding schedule: twice a day, regular store-bought stuff; the shelter has the brand.

He’s up on his shots. Be forewarned: Reggie hates the vet. Good luck getting him in the car. I don’t know how he knows when it’s time to go to the vet, but he knows.

Finally, give him some time. It’s only been Reggie and me for his whole life. He’s gone everywhere with me, so please include him on your daily car rides if you can. He sits well in the backseat, and he doesn’t bark or complain. He just loves to be around people, and me most especially.

And that’s why I need to share one more bit of info with you…His name’s not Reggie. He’s a smart dog, he’ll get used to it and will respond to it, of that I have no doubt. But I just couldn’t bear to give them his real name. But if someone is reading this … well it means that his new owner should know his real name. His real name is “Tank.” Because, that is what I drive.

I told the shelter that they couldn’t make “Reggie” available for adoption until they received word from my company commander. You see, my parents are gone, I have no siblings, no one I could’ve left Tank with .. and it was my only real request of the Army upon my deployment to Iraq, that they make one phone call to the shelter … in the “event” … to tell them that Tank could be put up for adoption. Luckily, my CO is a dog-guy, too, and he knew where my platoon was headed. He said he’d do it personally. And if you’re reading this, then he made good on his word.

Tank has been my family for the last six years, almost as long as the Army has been my family. And now I hope and pray that you make him part of your family, too, and that he will adjust and come to love you the same way he
loved me.

If I have to give up Tank to keep those terrible people from coming to the US I am glad to have done so. He is my example of service and of love. I hope I honored him by my service to my country and comrades.

All right, that’s enough. I deploy this evening and have to drop this letter off at the shelter. Maybe I’ll peek in on him and see if he finally got that third tennis ball in his mouth.

Good luck with Tank. Give him a good home, and give him an extra kiss goodnight - every night - from me.

Thank you,

Paul Mallory
____________ _________ _________ _______

I folded the letter and slipped it back in the envelope. Sure, I had heard of Paul Mallory, everyone in town knew him, even new people like me. Local kid, killed in Iraq a few months ago and posthumously earning the Silver
Star when he gave his life to save three buddies. Flags had been at half-mast all summer.

I leaned forward in my chair and rested my elbows on my knees, staring at the dog.

“Hey, Tank,” I said quietly.

The dog’s head whipped up, his ears cocked and his eyes bright.

“C’mere boy.”

He was instantly on his feet, his nails clicking on the hardwood floor. He sat in front of me, his head tilted, searching for the name he hadn’t heard in months. “Tank,” I whispered.

His tail swished.

I kept whispering his name, over and over, and each time, his ears lowered, his eyes softened, and his posture relaxed as a wave of contentment just seemed to flood him. I stroked his ears, rubbed his shoulders, buried my
face into his scruff and hugged him.

“It’s me now, Tank, just you and me. Your old pal gave you to me.” Tank reached up and licked my cheek.

“So whatdaya say we play some ball?” His ears perked again.

“Yeah? Ball? You like that? Ball?”

Tank tore from my hands and disappeared into the next room. And when he came back, he had three tennis balls in his mouth.”]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Church Dog</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/778369</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 3 May 2012 07:39:21 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Church Dog 

Sunday mornings are a leisurely time in many households, but they certainly weren't i ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Church Dog 

Sunday mornings are a leisurely time in many households, but they certainly weren't in our Ogilvie, Minnesota home back in the late 1920s.

Church services began at nine-thirty in the morning. Mother was the organist, so she had to be there early. That meant all of us kids had to be washed and dressed with our hair neatly combed by the time Mother left the house.

As you'd expect, there was a lot of hurrying around to make sure everyone was ready on time. That was trouble enough, but one day we had another problem on our hands -- our dog, Brownie.

Every morning, Brownie was let out by the first person who got up. When we called him back in, he'd usually come running right away...but not on this particular Sunday.

We called and coaxed for as long as we could, but Brownie was simply nowhere to be found. Unable to locate our disappearing dog, we gave up in despair and headed off to church, leaving Brownie outdoors somewhere.

We arrived at church and got settled in, with Mother at the organ. After some hymns and prayers, the minister began his sermon. We kids tried to sit still, just as we had been told to do, and not fidget. But as the preacher began to warm to his subject, I thought I heard something unusual. No one else seemed to hear it though. But then it came again, louder. It sounded like something was scratching at the church door. We kids all exchanged silent glances and stifled our giggles. Then the scratching sound was followed by the plaintive sound of a lonely dog howling. All the grown-ups pretended not to hear anything, leaning forward in their pews so they could hear every word of the minister's oration. But we kids knew that howl. Only one dog in the neighborhood made that sound.

The wailing continued and the minister paused for a moment, furrowing his brow in frustration. He didn't want to have to compete with a howling hound, so he signaled to the usher to open the door and shoo the dog away. But the usher was not quick enough for Brownie. As soon as he opened the door, in bounded our dog with a smug look on his face! He strolled up the aisle, cool as you please, as congregation and minister looked on aghast. When Brownie got to where Mother sat at the organ, he just plopped down and sat quietly. A murmur went around the church and there were some smiles and nodding of heads. The minister, determined to ignore this unusual canine caper, resumed his sermon.

The following Sunday happened to be one of those rare Sundays when we didn't go to the morning service. However, no one had informed Brownie of the change in our schedule. After we attended the evening service, we heard the story: In the morning, Brownie had made a commotion at the church door until once again he was let in. Again, he sauntered down the aisle until he reached the organist, who was about to begin playing. Brownie stood stock-still for a moment, staring at the female organist. Then, when he had determined to his satisfaction that she was definitely not Mother, he returned to the church door and made it clear that he was not interested in attending this particular service.

There were many Sundays when Brownie repeated his demonstrations of religious piety and family loyalty. As you can imagine, this was quite embarrassing for Mother. There were some people who weren't all that happy to see a dog in church. And each time we got a new preacher, Mother had to explain our unusual dog to him. Since Brownie lived to be nineteen years old, quite a few preachers got used to having that little brown dog interrupt their Sunday services.

Shortly after Brownie passed away, our minister came to call. After consoling us over our loss, he said, "If there is a heaven for dogs, you can be assured Brownie will be scratching at the door -- and when it is opened, he will be given a place right up front with the best of them."]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Top 20 ways you know if you are addicted to the Internet</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/778307</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 2 May 2012 18:29:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Top 20 ways you know if you are addicted to the Internet
========================================== ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Top 20 ways you know if you are addicted to the Internet
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1. You find yourself typing "com" after every period when using
  a word processor.com

2. You turn off your computer and get this empty feeling,
  like you just pulled the plug on a loved one.

3. You start introducing yourself as "Jon at gmail dot com"

4. Your wife drapes a blond wig over your monitor to remind you
  of what she looks like.

5. All of your friends have an @ in their names.

6. You can't call your mother...she doesn't have internet.

7. Your phone bill comes to your doorstep in a box.

8. You laugh at people with under five MB upload speeds and you
  laugh even harder at people who don't know what that means.

9. You move into a new house and decide to Netscape before you
  landscape.

10. You refer to going to the bathroom as downloading.

11. You tell the cab driver you live at
    http://75.luck.street/house/bluetrim.html

12. Your spouse makes a new rule: "The computer cannot come to
    bed."

13. You ask a plumber how much it would cost to replace the
    chair in front of your computer with a commode.

14. You start tilting your head sideways to smile. :^)

15. You turn on your computer and turn off your spouse.

16. Your best friend is someone you've never met.

17. Your spouse says communication is important in a
    marriage...so you buy another computer so you can chat.

18. You begin to wonder how on earth your service provider is
    allowed to call 200 hours per month "unlimited."

19. Your dog has its own home page.

20. So does your goldfish.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Saving Grace In An Ashtray</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/777981</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 1 May 2012 08:10:43 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The Saving Grace In An Ashtray
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God places people in our path for ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The Saving Grace In An Ashtray
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God places people in our path for us to be a blessing.

Growing up in New York in a single parent household, my mother
would always get on me about giving things away. I can remember
as far back at the age of seven, I gave a little girl my shoes
off my feet because I saw a need. My mother would always say
that I would never have anything, but that way of thinking never
was in my mindset.

I know that in accordance to God's will, when He instructs us to
give, we must be obedient because in all actuality, it all
belongs to Him. I believe if every person heeded God's voice
when He instructs them to bless someone, we would be in a better
position as a country and as a people.

My son and I were in Powder Springs driving home down Hwy 278
when we saw this young woman walking, looking as though she was
exhausted. I made a U-turn and came back around and asked her
could we give her a ride. She took the offer immediately.

As I am driving I hear God's voice say to give her the money
that I had in my ashtray. I don't smoke so I would keep change
or throw the dollars I have in the ashtray.

The only thing was that I knew that I had $300 in the astray.

I didn't hesitate, nor was I upset about His request, I just
heeded. As I dropped her off to her destination I could see that
it was an environment of drugs, sexual perversions and God knows
what. As she was thanking me for the ride, I took the money out
of the ashtray and balled it up in my hand and placed it in her
hand. 

She didn't know what I was giving her and I asked her not to
think nothing of it and told her that God loves her and that He
is with her every step of the way. I gave her my business card
and told her if she ever needed to get to church call me and I
would take her.

She got out and we drove off. Long story short, she called me
about three weeks later excited about her new apartment. She
went on to say how it had to be God because she was in a
situation with five young children where she and her kids were
living with her uncle who was violating her physically but she
had nowhere to turn. The money that God instructed me to give
her along with the money that she saved two weeks prior gave her
exactly what she needed to make her transition.

People need to know that everything is not always about monetary
gain but about being obedient and sensitive to the voice of God
and to give when He instructs us to give.

 by Vivian Toney, Memphis, TN]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A dog named Greyfriars Bobby.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/777134</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 25 Apr 2012 16:10:07 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>&acirc; Your steadfast love, O Lord, is as great as all the heavens. Your faithfulness reaches beyond th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ “ Your steadfast love, O Lord, is as great as all the heavens. Your faithfulness reaches beyond the clouds. ”
Psalm 36:5 (TLB)

From the lochs to the lakes, our tour of Scotland was magnificent. We feasted at dinners complete with haggis, and kilts swirled as dancers did the Gille Callum over crossed swords. We were stirred by the pageantry of the Military Tattoo at Edinburgh Castle, the highlight of which was one lone piper standing on the ramparts playing "Amazing Grace."
 
But from all the glorious memories we carried home with us, the one I cherish the most was that of a small dog named Greyfriars Bobby. A statue of him stands outside the pub that he and his master frequented. Bobby was a Skye terrier, named after the Isle of Skye, which is the northernmost of the Inner Hebrides off the west coast of Scotland. He was the devoted companion of John Gray, nicknamed Auld Jock, a night watchman with the Edinburgh police.
 
In 1858, Auld Jock died of tuberculosis and was buried in the Greyfriars churchyard. For fourteen years Bobby kept vigil, sleeping on his master's grave, leaving only for the midday meal doled out to him from the familiar restaurant. Whenever he was led away and offered a home, at his first chance he returned to stay close to the one he loved. He so touched the heart of the keeper of the churchyard that he built a shelter to protect Bobby from pouring rain and cold weather. News of the little dog's faithfulness spread and people flocked to see him.
 
When Bobby died in 1872, he was buried in Greyfriars near his master's grave. His granite headstone has this inscription: "Let his loyalty and devotion be a lesson to us all."

Lord and Master of my life, create in me a faithful heart to stay forever close to You, and through the storms of life to take shelter under the promise of Your presence.
By Fay Angus]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Real Faith</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/776214</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 19 Apr 2012 13:21:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Real Faith 

Summers here in Tennessee can be very hot. This spring I decided to buy myself to a n ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Real Faith 

Summers here in Tennessee can be very hot. This spring I decided to buy myself to a nice screenhouse. Now that the setup fiasco is behind me, I find myself spending most of my day in my 'Thinking Tent'. Sometimes I enjoy it so much that I don't want to come inside. My record so far is 2 A.M. I am certain that soon I'll be witnessing the rising sun from my tent.

Peanut and Roscoe, the two most wonderful dogs in the world (in case you haven't heard), love the tent too. I think that they know that this is our special place.

Most of our weather works well with the screenhouse. On sunny days the green roof heats up and makes it very cozy. There is an almost constant crosswind that is so refreshing. The spring rain showers are just wonderful to watch from the safety of our tent.

Yesterday, Peanut, Roscoe, and I experienced something that my tent was not intended for. I was sitting at my table working on my laptop computer when all of a sudden the screen went blank. Puzzled, I checked my wires to see if I could find out why it had shut off. For some reason, there was no electricity. I looked across the street and said, 'Hmmph, they've lost power too. I wonder why?' Just then a loud rumble of thunder answered my question. Slowly I turned my head, and dropped my jaw. Sliding down the mountain and headed straight towards me was a dark gray thundercloud. Forks of lighting connected the ground to the sky. I could see sheets of rain on the mountain. I looked at Peanut and Roscoe and said, 'This is going to be a bad storm!?

It seemed like they smiled back at me. I covered them with our blanket and quickly stowed things away that needed to stay dry. Just as I finished, the rain started. It looked like we would have to ride this one out in the tent.

Much to the puppies delight, I joined them underneath the blanket. They spent a few moments arranging themselves and ended up each placing their lovely heads on my shoulders. I pulled the blanket over their heads and turned my attention back to the storm.

The wind started to pick up. The poles of the tent shook back and forth. I feared that with this much pounding, the poles might fly apart and collapse the tent on my buddies and I.

My head turned back and forth to catch the flashes of lightening. An explosion of thunder quickly followed each flash of light. It seemed that the storm was quickly getting closer and closer. My heart raced as the lightning strikes sounded all around us.

The rain beat hard on the roof of the tent. Soon the wild wind drove the rain inside. My face was getting wet. The storm showed no sign of passing on.

My thoughts turned to my puppies. How afraid they must be. The noise alone must have made them scared for their lives. Between the hard pounding of the rain, the harsh gusting of the wind, and the explosive sounds of the thunder, they must have been close to panic. I felt so badly for Peanut and Roscoe as I imagined their eyes wide with fear, crying into my shoulder.

I reached my hand down and felt Peanut's heartbeat. Instead of a quick scared pounding, her heart was calm. So was Roscoe's. How could they be so calm in the middle of this terrible storm?

I gently lifted the blanket and looked at my puppies. What I saw surprised me. Their little eyes were closed. Roscoe took a deep breath, and let it out with a loud snore.

I couldn't believe it! Even as the flashes of frightening lightening lit up their faces, they were both sound asleep. I wondered how they could be sleeping!

Then it hit me. Peanut and Roscoe had total faith in me. They knew, and trusted that no matter what happened, I'd make sure that they were safe and unhurt.

Now, it is true that I'd do anything in my power to protect keep them safe, secure and dry. The problem is no one ever told them that I had no power over this storm. I too was at the mercy of the wind and rain.

Once again my precious puppies taught me something special. As I lay under the blanket, I thought of Peanut and Roscoe's total faith and trust. They were demonstrating for me what my faith in God should look like!

So often I just trust God a little bit. When it comes to my life, my sin, and my problems, God wants to take complete charge. He doesn't want me scurrying around trying to help. All he wants is for me to trust Him in the same way that Peanut and Roscoe trusted me.

Jesus said in Matthew 11:28, 'Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.?

Can I tell you that the only way you or I will ever find rest is to surrender to God? We need to stop our efforts at 'managing? our lives and trust God completely. We must let God take us wherever He wants.

Truthfully, my dog's faith and trust was misplaced. I do not deserve it. Since I can't explain this to them, I do my best to keep the trust they give me.

It is different with God. He does deserve our total trust. He does have power over the whole earth. God knows everything. He is in control of everything. On top of that, God loves us very much. That makes it perfectly safe to trust God with everything in our lives.

We need to get practical with this. God has given us His word. Trusting God means following that Word. We must read it, and then obey it. It is that exercise of faith that seems to activate God's power in our lives.

In the book of Matthew, Jesus tells the people to obey everything He and God have told them.

Matthew 7:24-27:

(24) Therefore whosoever heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them, I will liken him unto a wise man, which built his house upon a rock:

(25) And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell not: for it was founded upon a rock.

(26) And every one that heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them not, shall be likened unto a foolish man, which built his house upon the sand:

(27) And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell: and great was the fall of it.

Trusting and obeying God is the first step towards obtaining that special peace mentioned in Philippians 4:7 'And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.?

When the storms of life come, and be assured that they will, cling to the promises and commands found in God's word. When you do, you can be like Peanut and Roscoe, and know that by the end of it all will be well.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>To Realize</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/775382</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 14 Apr 2012 10:12:20 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>To realize
The value of a sister/brother
Ask someone
Who doesn't have one.

To realize
The val ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ To realize
The value of a sister/brother
Ask someone
Who doesn't have one.

To realize
The value of ten years:
Ask a newly
Divorced couple.

To realize
The value of four years:
Ask a graduate.

To realize
The value of one year:
Ask a student who
Has failed a final exam.

To realize
The value of nine months:
Ask a mother who gave birth to a stillborn.

To realize
The value of one month:
Ask a mother
Who has given birth to
A premature baby.

To realize
The value of one week:
Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.

To realize
The value of one minute:
Ask a person
Who has missed the train, bus or plane.

To realize
The value of one second:
Ask a person
Who has survived an accident.

Time waits for no one.

Treasure every moment you have.

You will treasure it even more when
You can share it with someone special.

To realize the value of a friend or family member:

LOSE ONE.

The origin of this letter is unknown.


Remember....

Hold on tight to the ones you love!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Why Go To Church</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/775114</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 12 Apr 2012 15:53:31 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Why Go To Church
 
Some Christians have a hard time regularly attending church for a variety of re ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Why Go To Church
 
Some Christians have a hard time regularly attending church for a variety of reasons, but with the right pastor and the right place that makes you comfortable, your relationship with God will benefit immensely. Here's a great story about the importance of church :)


A churchgoer wrote a letter to the editor of the newspaper and complained that it made no sense to go to church every Sunday. I've gone for 30 years now," he wrote, "and in that time I have heard something like 3,000 sermons. But for the life of me I can't remember a single one of them. So I think I'm wasting my time and the pastors are wasting theirs by giving sermons at all."

This started a real controversy in the "Letters to the Editor" column, much to the delight of the editor.

It went on for weeks until someone wrote this clincher: "I've been married for 30 years now. In that time my wife has cooked some 32,000 meals. But for the life of me, I cannot recall the entire menu for a single one of those meals. But I do know this: They all nourished me and gave me the strength I needed to do my work. If my wife had not given me those meals, I would be physically dead today. Likewise, if I had not gone to church for nourishment, I would be spiritually dead today!"

When you are DOWN to nothing . . . God is UP to something.

Faith sees the invisible, Believes the incredible and Receives the impossible.

Thank God for our physical and our spiritual nourishment.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What  I've Learned</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/774672</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 10 Apr 2012 07:15:56 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>What I've Learned 

I've learned- that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be some ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ What I've Learned 

I've learned- that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved. The rest is up to them. 

I've learned- that no matter how much I care, some people just don't care back. 

I've learned- that it takes years to build up trust, and only seconds to destroy it. 

I've learned- that it's not what you have in your life but who you have in your life that counts. 

I've learned- that you can get by on charm for about fifteen minutes. After that, you'd better know something. 

I've learned- that you shouldn't compare yourself to the best others can do. 

I've learned- that you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life. 

I've learned- that it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be. 

I've learned- that you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them. 

I've learned- that you can keep going long after you can't. 

I've learned- that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel. 

I've learned- that either you control your attitude or it controls you. 

I've learned- that regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades and there had better be something else to take its place. 

I've learned- that heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences. 

I've learned- that money is a lousy way of keeping score. 

I've learned- that my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time. 

I've learned- that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down will be the ones to help you get back up. 

I've learned- that sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel. 

I've learned- that true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love. 

I've learned- that just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have. 

I've learned- that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated. 

I've learned- that you should never tell a child their dreams are unlikely or outlandish. Few things are more humiliating, and what a tragedy it would be if they believed it. 

I've learned- that your family won't always be there for you. It may seem funny, but people you aren't related to can take care of you and love you and teach you to trust people again. Families aren't biological. 

I've learned- that no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that. 

I've learned- that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you are to learn to forgive yourself. 

I've learned- that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't stop for your grief. 

I've learned- that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become. 

I've learned- that just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other And just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do.

I've learned- that we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change. 

I've learned- that you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever. 

I've learned- that two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different. 

I've learned- that no matter how you try to protect your children, they will eventually get hurt and you will hurt in the process. 

I've learned- that your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you. 

I've learned- that even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help. 

I've learned- that credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being. 

I've learned- that the people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon. 

I've learned- that it's hard to determine where to draw the line between being nice and not hurting people's feelings and standing up for what you believe.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Think About It</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/774524</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 9 Apr 2012 11:44:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Think About It
 
Have you ever thought about it
Or tried to comprehend
Nailing your child to a c ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Think About It
 
Have you ever thought about it
Or tried to comprehend
Nailing your child to a cross
To die for other's sins
Then to have those same people
Denounce you and your son
And go along with their sinful lives
And ignore what you have done

That's what we all do
When Easter comes around
We hunt candy and eggs and celebrate
A bunny coming to town
And while all those things are good and well
We should concentrate on the cross
And remember the pain and suffering
When Jesus died for us

Have you ever thought about it
Or tried to comprehend
Having your child die for others
But at his memorial -none attend
And go along with their sinful lives
Like it's just another day
And forgetting the ultimate price
That Jesus had to pay

That's what we all do
When Sunday comes around
We sleep in late or go to the lake
Or simply lay around
And while all those things are good and well
We should concentrate on the Lord
And remember him each Sunday
By worshiping in one accord

Have you ever thought about it
Or tried to comprehend
Your child being able to save souls from hell
But no one tells their friends
They go along with their sinful lives
Never trying to help save a soul
And make money, success and having fun
Their primary goal

That's what we all do
When we don't witness to others
We'd rather speak of sports or gossip
With our sisters and out brothers
And while that's all good and well
We should concentrate on salvation
And remember to spread God's wonderful news
And his gracious invitation.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>IMAGINE</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/772635</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 29 Mar 2012 06:16:55 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Imagine 
A beautiful poem about what our Savior's death must've felt like...

Imagine

Can you  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Imagine 
A beautiful poem about what our Savior's death must've felt like...

Imagine

Can you just imagine
How Jesus felt that day
When they hung him on the cross
And took his life away
Can you imagine the Roman soldiers
As they mocked amd pierced his side
And as the blood flowed from Him
Jesus bowed his head and died

Can you imagine how His mother felt
As she kneeled at the feet of her Son
As the angry mob was crying
Crucify him, it is done

Can you imagine the two Mary's
When they went to the tomb that day
And found that the grave was empty
And the stone was rolled away
He's not here, He has risen
It was all in God's great plans
And the only proof that He ever died
Was the nail prints in His hands

Now, can you imagine what we'd have done
If that had been me or you
Could we have said "Father forgive them
For they know not what they do"

Written By: Jewell Gentry]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Rented Room</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/772213</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 26 Mar 2012 07:05:38 PDT</pubdate>
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		<description>The Rented Room
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Our house was directly across the street from the clinic
entra ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The Rented Room
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Our house was directly across the street from the clinic
entrance of Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore. We lived
downstairs and rented the upstairs rooms to outpatients at the
clinic.

One summer evening as I was fixing supper, there was a knock at
the door. I opened it to see a truly awful looking man.

"Why, he's hardly taller than my eight-year-old," I thought as I
stared at the stooped, shriveled body. But the appalling thing
was his face, lopsided from swelling, red and raw.

Yet his voice was pleasant as he said, "Good evening. I've come
to see if you've a room for just one night. I came for a
treatment this morning from the eastern shore, and there's no
bus 'til morning."

He told me he'd been hunting for a room since noon but with no
success, no one seemed to have a room. "I guess it's my face...
I know it looks terrible, but my doctor says with a few more
treatments..."

For a moment I hesitated, but his next words convinced me,
"I could sleep in this rocking chair on the porch. My bus
leaves early in the morning."

I told him we would find him a bed, but to rest on the porch.
I went inside and finished getting supper. When we were ready,
I asked the old man if he would join us. "No thank you.
I have plenty."  And he held up a brown paper bag.

When I had finished the dishes, I went out on the porch to talk
with him a few minutes. It didn't take a long time to see that
this old man had an oversized heart crowded into that tiny body.

He told me he fished for a living to support his daughter, her
five children, and her husband, who was hopelessly crippled from
a back injury.

He didn't tell it by way of complaint; in fact, every other
sentence was prefaced with a thanks to God for a blessing.

He was grateful that no pain accompanied his disease, which was
apparently a form of skin cancer. He thanked God for giving him
the strength to keep going.

At bedtime, we put a camp cot in the children's room for him.
When I got up in the morning, the bed linens were neatly folded
and the little man was out on the porch.

He refused breakfast, but just before he left for his bus,
haltingly, as if asking a great favor, he said,

"Could I please come back and stay the next time I have a
treatment?  I won't put you out a bit. I can sleep fine in a
chair."  He paused a moment and then added, "Your children made
me feel at home. Grownups are bothered by my face, but children
don't seem to mind."

I told him he was welcome to come again.

And on his next trip he arrived a little after seven in the
morning. As a gift, he brought a big fish and a quart of the
largest oysters I had ever seen. He said he had shucked them
that morning before he left so that they'd be nice and fresh.

I knew his bus left at 4:00 a.m., and I wondered what time he
had to get up in order to do this for us.

In the years he came to stay overnight with us, there was never
a time that he did not bring us fish or oysters or vegetables
from his garden.

Other times we received packages in the mail, always by special
delivery; fish and oysters packed in a box of fresh young
spinach or kale, every leaf carefully washed.

Knowing that he must walk three miles to mail these and knowing
how little money he had made the gifts doubly precious.

When I received these little remembrances, I often thought of a
comment our next-door neighbor made after he left that first
morning. "Did you keep that awful looking man last night?

I turned him away!
You can lose roomers by putting up such people!"

Maybe we did lose roomers once or twice. But oh!  If only they
could have known him, perhaps their illness would have been
easier to bear. I know our family will always be grateful to
have known him; from him we learned what it was to accept the
bad without complaint and the good with gratitude to God.

Recently, I was visiting a friend who has a greenhouse.
As she showed me her flowers, we came to the most beautiful one
of all, a golden chrysanthemum bursting with blooms.

But to my great surprise, it was growing in an old dented, rusty
bucket. I thought to myself, "If this were my plant, I'd put it
in the loveliest container I had!"

My friend changed my mind. "I ran short of pots," she
explained, "and knowing how beautiful this one would be,
I thought it wouldn't mind starting out in this old pail. It's
just for a little while, till I can put it out in the garden."

She must have wondered why I laughed so delightedly,
but I was imagining just such a scene in heaven.

"Here's an especially beautiful one," God might have said when
he came to the soul of the sweet old fisherman.

"He won't mind starting in this small body."

All this happened long ago -- and now, in God's garden,
how tall this lovely soul must stand.

~Author Unknown~]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>If Tomorrow Never Comes</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/771315</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 20 Mar 2012 12:27:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>If Tomorrow Never Comes 

If I knew it would be the last time that I'd see you fall asleep, I woul ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ If Tomorrow Never Comes 

If I knew it would be the last time that I'd see you fall asleep, I would tuck you in more tightly and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.

If I knew it would be the last time that I see you walk out the door, I would give you a hug and kiss and call you back for one more.

If I knew it would be the last time I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise, I would video tape each action and word, so I could play them back day after day.

If I knew it would be the last time, I could spare an extra minute or two to stop and say "I love you," instead of assuming, you would know I do.

If I knew it would be the last time I would be there to share your day, well I'm sure you'll have so many more, so I can let just this one slip away.

For surely there's always tomorrow to make up for an oversight, and we always get a second chance to make everything right.

There will always be another day to say our "I love you's", And certainly there's another chance to say our "Anything I can do's?"

But just in case I might be wrong, and today is all I get, I'd like to say how much I love you and I hope we never forget, Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, young or old alike, And today may be the last chance you get to hold your loved one tight.

So if you're waiting for tomorrow, why not do it today?

For if tomorrow never comes, you'll surely regret the day, That you didn't take that extra time for a smile, a hug, or a kiss and you were too busy to grant someone, what turned out to be their one last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today, whisper in their ear, Tell them how much you love them and that you'll always hold them dear, Take time to say "I'm sorry," "please forgive me," "thank you" or "it's okay".

And if tomorrow never comes, you'll have no regrets about today]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Giving:  A Pair of Pares</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/771155</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 19 Mar 2012 12:41:22 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Giving: A Pair of Pears 

There was a king who had a daughter who was very ill. The doctors couldn ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Giving: A Pair of Pears 

There was a king who had a daughter who was very ill. The doctors couldn't find anything wrong with her. She just seemed miserable and cried often.

One night the princess dreamed that if she ate a pair of very special pears she would get well. In order to learn what would make the pears so special, she would have to meet with each person who brought pears to her. Her mother the queen, decreed that whoever brought in the very special pears that healed the princess, would have the opportunity to marry the princess, if she wanted to marry him.

Hundreds of young men brought baskets of pears to the princess. She talked for a long time to each of the young men, and ate their pears, but none of them made her feel better.

One farmer who had very sweet and juicy pears as well as three sons told his eldest son, the most handsome of the three, to take a basket of pears to the princess. On the way to the princess the handsome son met a dwarf who related how hungry he was. The dwarf saw the basket and said, "You must be taking pears to heal the princess. Please give me a few pears so I will not starve."

The handsome son didn't want to give away even one pear, especially to a dwarf. He was afraid that any pear given away might turn out to be the special one of the pair that would heal the princess. Then he would lose the chance to marry her.

So he said to the hungry man, "The only pears I have in this basket are pairs of pig's feet." The hungry man, who was really the prophet Elijah in disguise, replied, "Amen! So shall it be." Then he walked away.

When the handsome son was brought to the princess, he opened his basket to show her his pears, and it was filled with pairs of pig's feet. The princess fainted. The king ordered the eldest son to be thrown out into the street.

When the handsome son returned home he didn't want to tell anybody what had happened so he just said that the pears didn't work. The farmer then decided to send his middle son, the one who was tall, strong and had lovely blond hair, to bring the farmer's best pears to the princess.

On the road to the castle the tall blond son also met Elijah, who was disguised this time as a poor beggar who was deaf in one ear. The blond son also didn't want to help the beggar, even though he seemed very hungry.

The tall blond son said, "I can't help you. The only pears I have in this basket are pairs of pig's ears." "Amen!" said Elijah, "so shall it be."

When the tall blond son was brought to the princess he opened his basket and it was filled to the top with pairs of pig's ears. The princess became nauseous and threw up. The king had the blond son thrown out the window into the street. When the middle son returned home he also didn't tell anybody what happened.

The youngest son wasn't very handsome, and he wasn't tall or blond, but he was very kind and considerate. He begged his father to let him go because he wanted to help the princess, although he didn't think she would want to marry him. On the road to the princess he also met Elijah disguised as a beggar with ugly sores and scabs all over his face and arms.

He felt sorry for the ugly beggar, and even before the beggar asked, he offered half of the pears in the basket to the man saying, "I pray these pears are good for you." Elijah took them and replied, "Amen! So shall it be good for you."

When the youngest son opened his basket before the princess she asked why it was only half filled with pears. He told her about offering half the basket of pears to the beggar who was covered with sores and scabs. The princess began to cry. The youngest son apologized for making her cry, but to his surprise she suddenly hugged him. They spent the whole day talking and the princess felt better and better. By the next day she was feeling great. A month later she told the youngest son she wanted to marry him, and that is what she did.

The boy's father could never figure out what was special about the pears that the youngest son brought to the princess]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Work willingly at whatever you do......</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/770947</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 18 Mar 2012 07:38:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>&acirc; Work willingly at whatever you do, as though you were working for the Lord rather than for peopl ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ “ Work willingly at whatever you do, as though you were working for the Lord rather than for people. ”
Colossians 3:23 (NLT)

I've never had a lot of exposure to classical music, and I tend to listen to it without much appreciation. But I read a true story about a composer the other day that made me sit up and take notice.
 
Johann Sebastian Bach wrote each note as though God Himself was scrutinizing every musical bar and phrase. One of his most acclaimed works is The Passion According to St. Matthew, which has been called one of the greatest choral works ever written. Now here's what really got my attention: The Passion was performed only once while Bach was alive and wasn't all that well received. Just one performance. One.
 
Then a hundred years later, in 1829, Felix Mendelssohn obtained a copy from his teacher, who allegedly bought the original score from a merchant who was using it to wrap cheese. Mendelssohn's performance of the score was met with an appreciation and love that has never ebbed. This story certainly has God's fingerprints all over it.
 
What struck me particularly in the article, though, was this: At the beginning of almost all of his compositions, Bach wrote the abbreviation JJ for the Latin phrase Jesu juva, which means "Jesus help," and ended with SDG (Soli Deo Gloria), which is Latin for "To God Alone the Glory." This is just the reminder I need as I forge ahead in my life. All I do, every word I write, every action I take, everything belongs to God. To Him be the glory, always and forever.

Father, to You be the glory in all that I say and do.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Who Is St. Patrick?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/770797</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 17 Mar 2012 09:06:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Who Is St. Patrick?
====================

Today is March 17, St. Patrick's Day.

Most of us kno ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Who Is St. Patrick?
====================

Today is March 17, St. Patrick's Day.

Most of us know of St. Patrick's Day but most don't know exactly
who St. Patrick was and what he did (other than he was a saint).

Patrick was born in Roman Britain in the early fourth century
into a wealthy family. Yes, Britain was conquered by the Roman
Empire at one point, thus Roman Britain but that's another
story.

At the age of 16 Patrick was taken captive by Irish raiders and
taken to Ireland as a slave. He was told by God to flee his
captivity to the coast where he would board a ship and return to
Britain. Upon his return to Britain he studied to become a
priest.

In 432 God called Patrick back to Ireland though this time he
was a bishop. Patrick was instrumental in introducing
Christianity to Ireland. You can read the full story here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Patrick's_Day

Born into wealth, taken as a slave, escaping and then told to go
back to help the people who enslaved him is not an easy path.
But his help changed his captor's world and future.

Someone has hurt you and/or cost you dearly in possessions.
You've escaped and yet the seeds of their trespass has produced
bitter fruit in their lives. Perhaps now they need your help.

Sometimes to make that journey back takes a saint.

We can all learn a lot from St. Patrick.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Letting Go of the Familiar</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/770301</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 14 Mar 2012 06:36:02 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Letting Go of the Familiar
 
But Lot&acirc;s wife looked back, and she became a pillar of salt.&acirc;Gene ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Letting Go of the Familiar
 
But Lot’s wife looked back, and she became a pillar of salt.—Genesis 19:26

Letting go of the familiar is tough. Changing careers or colleges or moving to a new city can take an emotional toll on us. It’s even more difficult to leave behind old habits, attitudes and behaviors.

Lot’s wife wasn’t able to let go of her home in Sodom, even though God sent angels to warn her family to run for their lives because judgment was coming. In fact, the angels’ warnings included such grave commands as “Don’t look back” and “Don’t stop.”

Why in the world did this woman choose to stop and look back? Could it be that she loved the life she was leaving too much? Though Sodom was full to overflowing with sin and vice, apparently the dark and oppressive city was comfortably familiar to Lot’s wife.â€¨

It is difficult to leave the familiar behind. That fact is as true today as it was in the days of Sodom and Gomorrah’s destruction—even when God himself is saying, “It’s time to move on.” If you’ve ever struggled with a destructive habit, you’ve felt the pull of the familiar—even as you’ve sensed God’s nudge, “Move on now.” You’ve experienced the temptation to turn back just one more time, for one last look, one last taste, one last “fix”—even as God has whispered, “Don’t look back.” Maybe you’ve agonized over a loved one’s downward spiral, desperately attempting to rescue them time and time again—until finally God impressed upon you, “Stop. Let go.”

Unlike Lot’s wife, none of us has ever become a pillar of salt by turning back for one last peek. Yet we all struggle with the difficulties of letting go of the old in order to grasp the new. Take heart. God understands that letting go of the familiar is hard. Yet he has called us to move on to new life in Jesus Christ by letting go of our old worldly lives, our old habits, our old dreams—to boldly move forward without looking back. When you feel God’s call to move, allow him to guide you. He will give you the grace to do whatever he has asked.

Reflection

What does the passage in today’s reading teach you about letting go in order to move forward?

Why is it so difficult sometimes to let go of the past?

What is one thing you think God may be asking you to let go of right now? Spend some time praying that God will help you let go of whatever is hindering you from moving forward in your spiritual journey.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Stone Cutter</title>
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				<pubdate>Wed, 14 Mar 2012 05:57:59 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The Stone Cutter
 
This story will really make you think about where you are in life and where you ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The Stone Cutter
 
This story will really make you think about where you are in life and where you wish you were. Maybe where you are right now is exactly where you're meant to be.


There was once a stone cutter who was dissatisfied with himself and with his position in life.

One day he passed a wealthy merchant's house. Through the open gateway, he saw many fine possessions and important visitors. "How powerful that merchant must be!" thought the stone cutter. He became very envious and wished that he could be like the merchant.

To his great surprise, he suddenly became the merchant, enjoying more luxuries and power than he had ever imagined, but envied and detested by those less wealthy than himself. Soon a high official passed by, carried in a sedan chair, accompanied by attendants and escorted by soldiers beating gongs. Everyone, no matter how wealthy, had to bow low before the procession. "How powerful that official is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be a high official!"

Then he became the high official, carried everywhere in his embroidered sedan chair, feared and hated by the people all around. It was a hot summer day, so the official felt very uncomfortable in the sticky sedan chair. He looked up at the sun. It shone proudly in the sky, unaffected by his presence. "How powerful the sun is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be the sun!"

Then he became the sun, shining fiercely down on everyone, scorching the fields, cursed by the farmers and laborers. But a huge black cloud moved between him and the earth, so that his light could no longer shine on everything below. "How powerful that storm cloud is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be a cloud!"

Then he became the cloud, flooding the fields and villages, shouted at by everyone. But soon he found that he was being pushed away by some great force, and realized that it was the wind. "How powerful it is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be the wind!"

Then he became the wind, blowing tiles off the roofs of houses, uprooting trees, feared and hated by all below him. But after a while, he ran up against something that would not move, no matter how forcefully he blew against it - a huge, towering rock. "How powerful that rock is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be a rock!"

Then he became the rock, more powerful than anything else on earth. But as he stood there, he heard the sound of a hammer pounding a chisel into the hard surface, and felt himself being changed. "What could be more powerful than I, the rock?" he thought.

He looked down and saw far below him the figure of a stone cutter.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Christian Alphabet</title>
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				<pubdate>Tue, 13 Mar 2012 07:20:17 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The Christian Alphabet 
We really like this one :)

A lthough things are not perfect
B ecause of ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The Christian Alphabet 
We really like this one :)

A lthough things are not perfect
B ecause of trial or pain
C ontinue in thanksgiving
D o not begin to blame.

E ven when the times are hard
F ierce winds are bound to blow
G od is forever able
H old on to what you know.

I magine life without His love
J oy would cease to be
K eep thanking
H im for all the things
L ove imparts to thee.

M ove out of "Camp Complaining"
N o weapon that is known
O n earth can yield the power
P raise can do alone.

Q uit looking at the future
R edeem the time at hand
S tart every day with worship
T o "thank" is a command.

U ntil we see Him coming
V ictorious in the sky
W e'll run the race with gratitude
eX alting God most high.

Y es, there will be good times and yes some will be bad, but
Z ion waits in glory, where none are ever sad!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Before you judge....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/769955</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 12 Mar 2012 07:36:58 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>&quot;Before you assume, learn the facts. Before you judge, understand why. Before you hurt someone, feel ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ "Before you assume, learn the facts. Before you judge, understand why. Before you hurt someone, feel. Before you speak, think."

Many of us choose not experience many things in life because of all of our pre-judgments that usually never have much of a basis or foundation to stand upon. Instead of just assuming we have to be willing to learn the facts. Instead of just judging we have to be willing to understand why and what a person may have acted in the manner they acted or why something is the way it is, there may very well be a valid reason for things we disapprove of and dont understand.

We must make conscious efforts not to hurt anyone, especially those who we seem to reciprocate the same kinds of feelings with, because at any point someone could easily hurt us just the same.

Before we speak we have to be willing to think about all of the things that we are going to say and how it may affect everything around us when we speak words into existence, because words are very powerful.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Is Jesus Worth Dying For?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/768156</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 1 Mar 2012 06:54:37 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Is Jesus Worth Dying For? 

This story will give you chills and is one of the most inspiring and m ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Is Jesus Worth Dying For? 

This story will give you chills and is one of the most inspiring and moving we've ever shared. Please read it all.


As Cassie entered the ninth grade, her mom Misty just "had that gut feeling that something was wrong. I couldn't pinpoint it, but I just knew something was wrong. I didn't feel like either I nor my husband had any connection with her."

Desperate for answers, Misty began to search Cassie's room regularly, and on one occasion was shocked to discover evidence that her daughter had developed an interest in witchcraft, drugs and alcohol. Facing the trauma of how to deal with their troubled teen, Cassie's parents decided that the only way to stop their daughter from making more bad decisions was to make a few good choices for her.

So, they began making changes. For starters, they transferred Cassie to a new school-Columbine High School, in suburban Littleton, Colorado. They also kept closer tabs on her friends, her attitudes, and her study habits. In general, they put their foot down, and said, "Cassie, it stops here. You must now choose to take responsibility for your life."

Cassie began to respond - positively...new friends, new attitudes. One of the new friends was Dave McPherson, youth pastor at West Bowles Community Church. McPherson admitted to the Denver Post that, when he first saw Cassie, he thought to himself, "There's no hope for that girl. Not our kind of hope." The joyless look on her face, the monosyllabic speech which came from her lips -- all of it suggested that perhaps Cassie was just "too far gone."

One weekend, though, McPherson encouraged Cassie to accompany the church youth on retreat, and, with her parents' enthusiastic permission, she agreed. That weekend which changed Cassie's life. Said Brad, her father, "When she left, she was this gloomy, head-down, say-nothing youth. When she came back, her eyes were open and bright and she was bouncy and just excited about what had happened to her and was just so excited to tell us. It was like she was in a dark room, and somebody turned the light on, and she saw the beauty that was surrounding her." Said Misty, "She looked at me in the eye and she said, "Mom, I've changed. I've totally changed. I know you're not going to believe it, but I'll prove it to you.'"

The "light" that had been turned on in 17-year-old Cassie's life was the light of the Lord Jesus Christ, whom she had trusted as her personal Lord and Savior at that church retreat. Jesus changed Cassie-from the inside out. A deep-down, 100-percent kind of transformation, like Paul spoke of in Romans 12:2 when he exhorted us, "be transformed by the renewing of your minds!" Gone was the preoccupation with the occult; instead, Cassie began to spend her spare time, along with her new Christian friends, ministering at Denver's inner-city Victoria Outreach Church, serving dinner to prostitutes and drug addicts as part of that church's mission ministry. Cassie even planned to cut off her cornsilk-colored hair that hung halfway down her back, so that it could be given to "someone who makes wigs for kids who are going through chemotherepy," according to her aunt, Kayleen.

One night, Cassie spoke of her newfound hope for the future with her mom. She said, "Mom, it would be OK if I died. I'd be in a better place, and you know where I'd be." The same girl who, just a couple years before, had been spinning on the edge, in danger of falling into hopelessness. Jesus change her-she was living life sacrificially in Jesus' name, and she was ready to die as a child of the Lord Jesus.

On Sunday night, April 18, Cassie stood up and gave her testimony to her youth group at church. She told them, "You really can't live without Christ. It's, like, impossible to really have a really true life without Him." Cassie was ready. With her life-and with death, if necessary.

Two days after that, Cassie was sitting in the library of Columbine High School when Eric Harris and Dylan Kelbold burst in with homemade pipe-bombs and guns. They knew who she was; she'd made no secret of her newfound faith.

The Bible stacked on top of her textbooks, along with the WWJD ("What Would Jesus Do?") bracelet around her wrist, clearly marked Cassie as one of the "Christians" of Columbine High.

"Do you believe in God?" was the question which was posed to her by that young member of the self-proclaimed "Trenchcoat Mofia." Her friend, Keven Koeniger, later said that Cassie paused for a long moment. He said, "I think she knew she was going to die."

Finally, the response came: "Yes, I believe in God." The trigger was pulled.

You think the question, "Are you ready to die for Jesus?" isn't an urgent one? Just ask Cassie Bernall. Ask her parents. Misty and Brad said, "We looked at each other and we said, 'Would I have done that? I would have begged for my life!' She didn't.

Cassie Bernall's brother Chris found this poem on her desk. It was the last poem she wrote before she died.

"Now I have given up on everything else.
I have found it to be the only way
To really know Christ
And to experience the Mighty power
That brought Him back to life again
And to find out what it means
to suffer and die with Him.
So, whatever it takes
I will be one who lives
In the fresh newness of life
Of those who are alive from the dead"

Is your Jesus worth dying for?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Loving others as Christ loves us.....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/766214</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 19 Feb 2012 09:15:47 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>&quot; I have chosen and consecrated this temple so that my Name may be there forever. My eyes and my hea ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ " I have chosen and consecrated this temple so that my Name may be there forever. My eyes and my heart will always be there".
2 Chronicles 7:16 (NIV)

loving others can be a hard thing because it involves risk. It means extending our hand with risk of it being slapped away. It means opening ourselves up to the risk of being hurt by a person who doesn't reciprocate our love.

Yet Jesus asks us to love other people as we love ourselves. That's a lot of love, because we're programmed for survival and self -preservation.

But Jesus Himself was an example of loving despite risk.He loved Judas,whom He knew would betray Him. He loved Peter, who denied Him three times.

We don't often think of God the Father as loving with risk, but He did.

When Solomon built the temple, God promised that His eyes and His heart would be there. That meant He would see the people who sacificed to Him and prayed to Him. That meant He would feel the hurt of their unfaithfulness.

I think He felt it when invaders raided and looted His temple---after all, wouldn't you feel upset if someone raided and looted yout house? And He felt it when the temple was burned to the ground, because He had set His heart there, to love His people. He brought them out of Egypt because He chose them to be His people. He chose to love them, just like Jesus chose to love us.



Faith Step:

Look again at the familar verse about loving others. Yes, it might involve risk and hurt , but Jesus thought the risk was worth it. God thought the hurt was worth it. If you're fearful, that's okay---bring it before Jesus and ask Him to help you to love others the way He loved us. Despite the risk of hurt.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Start Over</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/765606</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 15 Feb 2012 21:03:35 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Start Over
 
When you've trusted Jesus and walked his way
When you've felt his hand lead you day  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Start Over
 
When you've trusted Jesus and walked his way
When you've felt his hand lead you day by day
But your steps now take you another way,
start over.

When you've made your plans and they've gone awry
When you've tried your best and there's no more try
When you've failed yourself and you don't know why,
start over.

When you've told your friends what you plan to do
When you've trusted them and they didn't come through
And now you're all alone and it's up to you,
start over.

When you've failed your kids and they're grown and gone
When you've done your best but it's turned out wrong
And now your grandchildren have come along,
start over.

When you've prayed to God so you'll know his will
When you've prayed and prayed and you don't know still
When you want to stop cause you've had your fill,
start over.

When you think you're finished and want to quit
When you've bottomed out in life's deepest pit
When you've tried and tried to get out of it,
start over.

When the year has been long and successes few
When December comes and you're feeling blue
God gives a January just for you,
start over.

Starting over means "Victories Won"
Starting over means "A Race Well Run"
Starting over means "The Lords' Will Done"
We need not just sit there ... START OVER.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Meet Cupid's Helpers</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/765288</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 14 Feb 2012 08:36:44 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Meet Cupid's Helpers, Truly Angels on Earth.

The outgoing coordinator for Loveland's valentine re ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Meet Cupid's Helpers, Truly Angels on Earth.

The outgoing coordinator for Loveland's valentine re-mailing program shares the history of this romantic endeavor.

By Duane Kaye, Loveland, Colorado


Hopeless romantic. That’s me all right. And who wouldn’t be, with a wife like mine? I guess Jeanette and I truly do belong in the romance capital of the world, Loveland, Colorado. When we moved here 22 years ago, we didn’t know much about this beautiful little town nestled in the mountains, where folks smiled and said hello when you passed them on the street.

I landed a postal worker position and got to know my new neighbors by name. But I had a surprise in store. I was working as a window clerk my first February on the job, and I’d just weighed a stack of letters when I heard laughter coming from the back room. A party? I wondered. On my break I checked it out. There in the back I found a small army of senior citizens. They sat on either side of a long folding table and appeared to be opening and stamping mail. “What’s going on?” I asked.

“We’re valentine volunteers,” one of the men explained. He held up an envelope. It was a valentine card from Seattle going to an address in Wisconsin. “We get cards from all over the world—more than a hundred countries,” the man said. “People send them here so we can hand-stamp them with a valentine message from right here in Sweetheart City.”

A lady beside him held up a pink envelope she’d just stamped. “Wouldn’t you want to get a valentine with our official postmark?” she said. The bright blue stamp included a four-line love poem.

Another lady at the end of the table had a stack of cards she was addressing with a calligraphy pen. “These envelopes arrived damaged,” she said. “So I’m replacing them!”

I stared at the stack of red, pink and white envelopes currently being sorted by a man in red heart suspenders. I’d never seen such an operation. “How many of these do you send out every year?” I asked.

“Over two hundred thousand,” the woman said proudly. “Not bad for only fifty volunteers doing two weeks’ work, huh?”

Not bad? Santa’s elves didn’t work so hard for Christmas!

“Does your special someone deserve a valentine this year?” one of the volunteers asked with a wink.

On Valentine’s Day Jeanette received a big pink envelope in the mail with our special stamp. Funny thing was, so did I! “How did you manage to send this without me seeing it at the post office?” I said.

“I have my ways,” said Jeanette.

I looked forward to the valentine program every year. When I heard the re-mailing coordinator was retiring I jumped at the chance to take the job myself.

“It’s not just fun and romance for two weeks,” he explained. “We hold a contest to pick the design for the official valentine, and the poem that goes on the stamp has to be approved by the Feds. The process begins in November.”

It was a lot of extra work, but I enjoyed every minute. Artists from across the nation submitted designs for the postmark and cachet. One morning as I left for work Jeanette presented me with a piece of paper. It was a computer generated drawing of two swans facing each other. Their necks created a heart. “It’s my entry to the contest,” she said shyly. “Don’t worry, I know you don’t get to pick the winner.”

With so many brilliant entries coming in I was relieved not to have a say in the outcome. The committee chairman came to the office to show me which one they’d picked: Jeanette’s swans!

I thought I was a hopeless romantic before. Now I felt like Cupid’s personal assistant, or like an angel delivering these messages of love. “Make sure this card reaches my fiancée on February fourteenth,” read a note with one 2.3 foot envelope. “I’m asking her to marry me on Valen-tine’s Day. The proposal is inside!”

Rain, sleet or snow...you can believe we delivered that card on Valentine’s Day! If she didn’t say yes, well, the young man can’t hold Loveland Post Office responsible.

Sometimes the folks sending letters became pen pals. Like the woman in Italy who stamped her card for her husband with beautiful Italian stamps. “Your stamps of the Italian countryside are breathtaking,” I wrote to her. “Unfortunately they are not valid in the US.” A few days later the woman wrote me back, enclosing Italian stamps just for me.

Another lady sent a shoebox filled with 50 knitted hearts—one for every volunteer. Eleanor in
Florida sent a brown paper package of flavored coffee, creamers and chocolates.

The whole town in Loveland gets into the romantic spirit. Local restaurants treat the volunteers to free lunch. Jeanette baked us valentine cakes with white drizzled frosting. There’s a community dance, sweetheart night at the library, the crowning of Miss Valentine. Personal messages on oversized hearts decorate the town. The one in front of the post office always reads the same: DUANE LOVES JEANETTE.

This year I plan to retire from the post office. Jeanette and I are going to take a second honeymoon, traveling around the country. But as much as I look forward to spending time with my sweetheart, I’ll miss delivering all those messages of love. I’m already planning to volunteer next year. Once you’ve worked as an angel, it’s hard to stop.
* * * * *

Loveland, Colorado, “Sweetheart City,” started its valentine re-mailing program in 1947. To receive the Loveland valentine cachet, enclose pre-addressed cards affixed with the proper postage in a larger envelope and mail first class to: Postmaster, Valentine Re-mailing, 446 East 29th Street, Loveland, Colorado, 80538. Cards for destinations in Colorado should be in Loveland by February 11. For US destinations outside Colorado, February 7. For international destinations, February 3.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Why Not You?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/763127</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 2 Feb 2012 09:27:11 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Why Not You?
 
Today, many will awaken with a fresh sense of inspiration. Why not you?

Today, m ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Why Not You?
 
Today, many will awaken with a fresh sense of inspiration. Why not you?

Today, many will open their eyes to the beauty that surrounds them. Why not you?

Today, many will choose to leave the ghost of yesterday behind and seize the immeasurable power of today. Why not you?

Today, many will break through the barriers of the past by looking at the blessings of the present. Why not you?

Today, for many, the burden of self doubt and insecurity will be lifted by the security and confidence of empowerment. Why not you?

Today, many will rise above their believed limitations and make contact with their powerful innate strength. Why not you?

Today, many will choose to live in such a manner that they will be a positive role model for their children. Why not you?

Today, many will choose to free themselves from the personal imprisonment of their bad habits. Why not you?

Today, many will choose to live free of conditions and rules governing their own happiness. Why not you?

Today, many will find abundance in simplicity. Why not you?

Today, many will be confronted by difficult moral choices and they will choose to do what is right instead of what is beneficial. Why not you?

Today, many will decide to no longer sit back with a victim mentality, but to take charge of their lives and make positive changes. Why not you?

Today, many will take the action necessary to make a difference. Why not you?

Today, many will make the commitment to be a better mother, father, son, daughter, student, teacher, worker, boss, brother, sister, & so much more. Why not you?

Today is a new day!
Many will seize this day.
Many will live it to the fullest.

Why not you?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>One Day........</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/762139</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 27 Jan 2012 11:52:53 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>One Day
 
A beautiful reminder about just how generous and loving God is :)


If God gave us on ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ One Day
 
A beautiful reminder about just how generous and loving God is :)


If God gave us only one day of life, it would have been generous.
If God gave us only one springtime or fall, one summer or winter, it would have been generous.
If God gave us only one day of laughter, it would have been generous.
If God gave us only one beautiful meal, beautifully served in a secure home, it would have been generous.
If God gave us only one friend to share the journey of time, it would have been generous.
If God gave us only one child, sound in mind and body, it would have been generous.
If God gave us only one storm that left us unharmed, it would have been generous.
If God gave us only one day for a good time with friends, it would have been generous.
If God gave us only one talent for creating beauty, it would have been generous.
If God let us laugh only once in the face of calamity, it would have been generous.
If God gave us only one moment's pride in the success of those we love, it would have been generous.

But God has given us life and time, joy and sorrow,
sunshine and storms, laughter and tears,
gifts to share and days to remember.
God has given us friends and lovers, children and parents,
you and me, and Himself as well.

It is God who gives us life,
who tells us ever after to choose life,
God who is our resurrection and our hope,
who dwells within our hearts as the spirit of life,
the vanquisher of death,
and the comforter of the afflicted.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Open the Rose....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/761951</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 26 Jan 2012 06:12:34 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Open the Rose 

A beautiful story/poem with a meaning we should all listen to...

A young, new p ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Open the Rose 

A beautiful story/poem with a meaning we should all listen to...

A young, new preacher was walking with an older, more seasoned preacher in the garden one day and feeling a bit insecure about what God had for him to do, he was inquiring of the older preacher. The older preacher walked up to a rosebush and handed the young preacher a rosebud and told him to open it without tearing off any petals.

The young preacher looked in disbelief at the older preacher and was trying to figure out what a rosebud could possibly have to do with his wanting to know the WILL OF GOD for his life and for his ministry. Because of his high respect for the older preacher, he proceeded to TRY to unfold the rose, while keeping every petal intact...It wasn't long before he realized how it was impossible to do so.

Noticing the younger preacher's inability to unfold the rosebud while keeping it intact, the older preacher began to tell the following poem...

It is only a tiny rosebud,
A flower of GOD's design;
But I cannot unfold the petals
With these clumsy hands of mine.
The secret of unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I.
GOD opens this flower so sweetly,
When in my hands they fade and die.
If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
This flower of GOD's design,
Then how can I think I have wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?
So I'll trust in Him for His leading
Each moment of every day.
I will look to Him for His guidance
Each step of the pilgrim way.
The pathway that lies before me,
Only my heavenly Father knows.
I'll trust Him to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What If.....?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/761861</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 25 Jan 2012 15:21:16 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>What if...?

God couldn't take the time to Bless us today because
we could not take the time to t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ What if...?

God couldn't take the time to Bless us today because
we could not 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...?
God didn't walk with us today because we failed to
recognize it as His day...

What if....?
We never saw another flower bloom because
we grumbled when God sent the rain...

What if...?
God stopped loving and caring for us because
we failed to love and care for others...

What if...?
God took away the Bible tomorrow, because
we would not read it today...

What If...?
God took away his message because
we failed to listen to His messenger...

What if...?
God didn't send His only begotten Son because
He wanted us to prepared to pay the price of sin...

What if...?
The door to the church was closed because
we did not open the door of our hearts...

What if...?
God would not hear us today because
we would not listen to Him yesterday...

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...

What if...?
We failed to pass this message on...

 Author Unknown]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>God's Plan</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/761141</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 21 Jan 2012 15:40:56 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>God's Plan
===========

Some things are beyond planning.
And life doesn't always turn out as pla ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ God's Plan
===========

Some things are beyond planning.
And life doesn't always turn out as planned.
You don't plan for a broken heart.
You don't plan for a failed business venture.
You don't plan for an adulterous husband
or a wife who wants you out of her life.
You don't plan for an autistic child.
You don't plan for spinsterhood.
You don't plan for a lump in your breast.

You plan to be young forever.
You plan to climb the corporate ladder.
You plan to be rich and powerful.
You plan to be acclaimed and successful.
You plan to conquer the universe.
You plan to fall in love - and be loved forever.

You don't plan to be sad.
You don't plan to be hurt.
You don't plan to be broke.
You don't plan to be betrayed.
You don't plan to be alone in this world.
You plan to be happy. You don't plan to be shattered.
Sometimes if you work hard enough, you can get what you want.

But MOST times, what you want and what you get
are two different things.

We, mortals, plan. But so does God in the heavens.
Sometimes, it is difficult to understand God's plans especially
when His plans are not in consonance with ours.

Often, when God sends us crisis, we turn to Him in anger.
True, we cannot choose the cross that God wishes us to carry,
but we can carry that cross with courage knowing that God will
never abandon us nor send something we cannot cope with.

Sometimes, God breaks our spirit to save our soul.
Sometimes, He breaks our heart to make us whole.
Sometimes, God allows pain so we can be stronger.
Sometimes, God sends us failure so we can be humble.
Sometimes, God allows illness so we can take better care of
ourselves. Sometimes, God takes everything away from us
so we can learn the value of everything He gave us.

Make plans, but understand that we live by God's grace.

~Author Unknown~]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Never Be Ashamed</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/760391</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 17 Jan 2012 05:40:12 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Never Be Ashamed
=================

Never be ashamed of the scars that life has left you with.
A ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Never Be Ashamed
=================

Never be ashamed of the scars that life has left you with.
A scar means the hurt is over, the wound is closed, you endured
the pain and God has healed you.
~Author Unknown~]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Importance of Accepting Others</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/760209</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 16 Jan 2012 05:58:35 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>The Importance of Accepting Others 

A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The Importance of Accepting Others 

A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam.

He called his parents from San Francisco.

"Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've got a favor to ask. I have a friend I'd like to bring with me."

"Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him."

"There's something you should know the son continued, "he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mined and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us."

"I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live."

"No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us."

"Son," said the father, "you don't know what you're asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live, and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He'll find a way to live on his own."

At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing more from him.

A few days later, however, they received a call from the San Francisco police. Their son had died after falling from a building, they were told. The police believed it was suicide. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. They recognized him, but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know, their son had only one arm and one leg.

The parents in this story are like many of us. We find it easy to love those who are good-looking or fun to have around, but we don't like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We would rather stay away from people who aren't as healthy, beautiful, or smart as we are.

Thankfully, there's someone who won't treat us that way. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family, regardless of how messed up we are.

Tonight, before you tuck yourself in for the night, say a little prayer that God will give you the strength you need to accept people as they are, and to help us all be more understanding of those who are different from us!!!

There's a miracle called -Friendship- that dwells in the heart. You don't know how it happens or when it gets started. But you know the special lift It always brings and you realize that Friendship Is God's most precious gift!

Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Thank You For Our Messy Home....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/759525</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 12 Jan 2012 07:47:18 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Thank You For Our Messy Home 

Dear Lord,

Thank you for this sink of dirty dishes; we have plen ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Thank You For Our Messy Home 

Dear Lord,

Thank you for this sink of dirty dishes; we have plenty of food to eat.

Thank you for this pile of dirty, stinky laundry; we have plenty of nice clothes to wear.

And I would like to thank you, Lord, for those unmade beds; they were so warm and comfortable last night. I know that many have no bed.

My thanks to you, Lord, for this bathroom, complete with all the splattered mess, soggy, grimy towels and the dirty lavatory; they are all so convenient.

Thank you for this finger-smudged refrigerator that needs defrosting so badly; it has served us faithfully for many years. It is full of cold drinks and enough leftovers for two or three meals.

Thank you, Lord, for this oven that absolutely must be cleaned today; it has baked so many things over the years.

The whole family is grateful for that tall grass that needs mowing and lawn that needs raking; we all enjoy the yard.

Thank you, Lord, even for that slamming screen door. My kids are healthy and able to run and play. Many children cannot.

Lord, the presence of all these chores awaiting me says You have richly blessed my family. I shall do them cheerfully and I shall do them gratefully.

Even though I clutch my blanket and growl when the alarm rings... Thank you, Lord, that I can hear. There are many who are deaf.

Even though I keep my eyes closed against the morning light as long as possible...Thank you, Lord, that I can see. Many are blind.

Even though I huddle in my bed and put off rising...Thank you, Lord, that I have the strength to rise. There are many who are bedridden.

Even though the first hour of my day is hectic with socks that are lost, toast that is burned, tempers that are short, and my children that are so loud...Thank you, Lord, for my family. There are many who are lonely.

Even though our breakfast table never looks like the pictures in magazines and the menu is at times not balanced...Thank you, Lord, for the food we have. There are many who are hungry.

Even though the routine of my job is often monotonous...Thank you, Lord, for the opportunity to work. There are many who are jobless.

Even though I grumble and bemoan my fate from day to day and wish my circumstances were not so modest...Thank you, Lord, for life.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>If You Never.....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/759373</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 11 Jan 2012 10:21:31 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today's Story 
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today's Story 
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If You Never...
 
If you never felt pain,
Then how would you know that I'm a Healer?

If you never went through difficulties,
Then how would you know that I'm a Deliverer?

If you never had a trial,
Then how could you call yourself an over-comer?

If you never felt sadness,
Then how would you know that I'm a Comforter?

If you never made a mistake,
Then how would you know that I'm forgiving?

If you knew all,
Then how would you know that I will answer your questions?

If you never were in trouble,
Then how would you know that I will come to your rescue?

If you never were broken,
Then how would know that I can make you whole?

If you never had a problem,
Then how would you know that I can solve them?

If I gave you all things,
Then how would you appreciate them?

If I never corrected you,
Then how would you know that I love you?

If you had all power,
Then how would you learn to depend on me?

If your life was perfect,
Then what would you need Me for?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>God's Amazing Grace....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/759133</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 10 Jan 2012 06:33:18 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Today's Story 
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today's Story 
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God's Amazing Grace 

I shook my head in disbelief. This couldn't be the right place. After all, I couldn't possibly be welcome here. I had been given an invitation several times, by several different people, and had finally decided to see what this place was all about.

But, this just couldn't be the right place. Quickly, I glanced down at the invitation that I clutched in my hand. I scanned past the words, "Come as you are. No jacket required, " and found the location.

Yes, I was at the right place. I peered through the window again and saw a room of people whose faces seemed to glow with joy. All were neatly dressed, adorned in fine garments and appeared strangely clean as they dined at this exquisite restaurant.

Ashamed, I looked down at my own tattered and torn clothing, covered in stains. I was dirty, in fact, filthy. A foul smell seemed to consume me and I couldn't shake the grime that clung to my body. As I turned around to leave, the words from the invitation seemed to leap out at me........."Come as you are. No jacket required."

I decided to give it a shot. Mustering up every bit of courage I could find, I opened the door to this restaurant and walked up to a man standing behind a podium. "Your name, sir?" he asked me with a smile. "Richard W. Causey," I mumbled without looking up. I thrust my hands deep into my pockets, hoping to conceal their stains. He didn't seem to notice the filth that I was covered in and he continued, "Very good, sir. A table is reserved in your name. Would you like to be seated?"

I couldn't believe what I heard! A grin broke out on my face and I said, "Yes, of course!" He led me to a table and, sure enough, there was a placard with my name written on it in a deep, dark red.

As I browsed over a menu, I saw many delightful items listed. There were things like, "peace," "joy," "blessings," "confidence," "assurance," "hope," "love," "faith," and "mercy." I realized that this was no ordinary restaurant!

I flipped the menu back to the front in order to see where I was at.... "God's Grace," was the name of the place! The man returned and said, "I recommend the 'Special of the Day.' With it, you are entitled to heaping portions of everything on this menu."

You've got to be kidding! I thought to myself. You mean, I can have ALL of this! "What is the 'Special of the Day' I asked with excitement ringing in my voice.

"Salvation," was his reply. " I'll take it," I practically cried out. Then, as quickly as I made that statement, the joy left my body. A sick painful ache jerked through my stomach and tears filled my eyes. Between my sobs I said..."Mister, look at me. I'm dirty and nasty.

I'm unclean and unworthy of such things. I'd love to have all of this, but, but, I just can't afford it." Undaunted, the man smiled again. "Sir, your check has already been taken care of by that Gentleman over there," he said pointing to the front of the room. "His Name is Jesus."

Turning, I saw a man whose very presence seemed to light the room. He was almost too much to look at.

I found myself walking towards Him and in a shaking voice, I whispered, "Sir, I'll wash the dishes or sweep the floors or take out the trash. I'll do anything I can do to repay you for all of this."

He opened His arms and said with a smile, "Son, all of this is yours if you just come unto me. Ask me to clean you up and I will. Ask me to take away the stains and it is done. Ask me to allow you to feast at my table and you will eat.

Remember, the table is reserved in your name. All you must do is accept this gift that I offer you."

Astonished, I fell at His feet and said, "Please, Jesus. Please clean up my life. Please change me and sit me at your table and give me this new life." Immediately, I heard the words, "It is finished."

I looked down and white robes adorned my squeaky clean body. Something strange and wonderful had happened. I felt new, like a weight had been lifted and I found myself seated at His table.

"The 'Special of the Day' has been served," the Lord said to me. "Salvation is yours." We sat and talked for a great while and I so enjoyed the time that I spent with Him. He told me, me of all people, that He would like for me to come back as often as I liked for another helping from God's Grace.

He made it clear that He wanted me to spend as much time with Him as possible. As it drew near time for me to go back outside into the "Real World, " He whispered to me softly, "And Lo, I am with you always." And then, He said something to me that I will never forget.

He said..."My child, do you see these empty tables throughout this room?" "Yes, Lord. I see them. What do they mean?" I replied. "These are reserved tables... but the individuals whose names are on each placard have not accepted their invitations to dine.

Would you be so kind as to hand out these invitations to those who have not joined us yet?" Jesus asked. "Of course, " I said with excitement as I picked up the invitations. "Go ye therefore into all nations."

He said as I turned to leave. I walked into God's Grace dirty and hungry. Stained in sin. My righteousness as filthy rags. And Jesus cleaned me up. I walked out a brand new man...robed in white, His righteousness.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Ragman....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/759129</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 10 Jan 2012 05:29:13 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The Ragman
 
This is a beautiful story that's analogous to what our Savior went through. 

I saw ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The Ragman
 
This is a beautiful story that's analogous to what our Savior went through. 

I saw a strange sight. I stumbled upon a story most strange, like nothing my life, my street sense, my sly tongue had ever prepared me for.

Hush, child. Hush, now, and I will tell it to you.

Even before the dawn one Friday morning I noticed a young man, handsome and strong, walking the alleys of our City. He was pulling an old cart filled with clothes both bright and new, and he was calling in a clear, tenor voice: "Rags!" Ah, the air was foul and the first light filthy to be crossed by such sweet music.

"Rags! New rags for old! I take your tired rags! Rags!"

"Now, this is a wonder," I thought to myself, for the man stood six-feet-four, and his arms were like tree limbs, hard and muscular, and his eyes flashed intelligence. Could he find no better job than this, to be a ragman in the inner city?

I followed him. My curiosity drove me. And I wasn't disappointed.

Soon the Ragman saw a woman sitting on her back porch. She was sobbing into a handkerchief, sighing, and shedding a thousand tears. Her knees and elbows made a sad X. Her shoulders shook. Her heart was breaking.

The Ragman stopped his cart. Quietly, he walked to the woman, stepping round tin cans, dead toys, and Pampers.

"Give me your rag," he said so gently, "and I'll give you another."

He slipped the handkerchief from her eyes. She looked up, and he laid across her palm a linen cloth so clean and new that it shined. She blinked from the gift to the giver.

Then, as he began to pull his cart again, the Ragman did a strange thing: he put her stained handkerchief to his own face; and then HE began to weep, to sob as grievously as she had done, his shoulders shaking. Yet she was left without a tear.

"This IS a wonder," I breathed to myself, and I followed the sobbing Ragman like a child who cannot turn away from mystery.

"Rags! Rags! New rags for old!"

In a little while, when the sky showed grey behind the rooftops and I could see the shredded curtains hanging out black windows, the Ragman came upon a girl whose head was wrapped in a bandage, whose eyes were empty. Blood soaked her bandage. A single line of blood ran down her cheek.

Now the tall Ragman looked upon this child with pity, and he drew a lovely yellow bonnet from his cart.

"Give me your rag," he said, tracing his own line on her cheek, "and I'll give you mine."

The child could only gaze at him while he loosened the bandage, removed it, and tied it to his own head. The bonnet he set on hers. And I gasped at what I saw: for with the bandage went the wound! Against his brow it ran a darker, more substantial blood - his own!

"Rags! Rags! I take old rags!" cried the sobbing, bleeding, strong, intelligent Ragman.

The sun hurt both the sky, now, and my eyes; the Ragman seemed more and more to hurry.

"Are you going to work?" he asked a man who leaned against a telephone pole. The man shook his head.

The Ragman pressed him: "Do you have a job?"

"Are you crazy?" sneered the other. He pulled away from the pole, revealing the right sleeve of his jacket - flat, the cuff stuffed into the pocket. He had no arm.

"So," said the Ragman. "Give me your jacket, and I'll give you mine."

Such quiet authority in his voice!

The one-armed man took off his jacket. So did the Ragman - and I trembled at what I saw: for the Ragman's arm stayed in its sleeve, and when the other put it on he had two good arms, thick as tree limbs; but the Ragman had only one.

"Go to work," he said.

After that he found a drunk, lying unconscious beneath an army blanket, and old man, hunched, wizened, and sick. He took that blanket and wrapped it round himself, but for the drunk he left new clothes.

And now I had to run to keep up with the Ragman. Though he was weeping uncontrollably, and bleeding freely at the forehead, pulling his cart with one arm, stumbling for drunkenness, falling again and again, exhausted, old, old, and sick, yet he went with terrible speed. On spider's legs he skittered through the alleys of the City, this mile and the next, until he came to its limits, and then he rushed beyond.

I wept to see the change in this man. I hurt to see his sorrow. And yet I needed to see where he was going in such haste, perhaps to know what drove him so.

The little old Ragman - he came to a landfill. He came to the garbage pits. And then I wanted to help him in what he did, but I hung back, hiding. He climbed a hill. With tormented labor he cleared a little space on that hill. Then he sighed. He lay down. He pillowed his head on a handkerchief and a jacket. He covered his bones with an army blanket. And he died.

Oh, how I cried to witness that death! I slumped in a junked car and wailed and mourned as one who has no hope - because I had come to love the Ragman. Every other face had faded in the wonder of this man, and I cherished him; but he died. I sobbed myself to sleep.

I did not know - how could I know? - that I slept through Friday night and Saturday and its night, too.

But then, on Sunday morning, I was wakened by a violence.

Light - pure, hard, demanding light - slammed against my sour face, and I blinked, and I looked, and I saw the last and the first wonder of all. There was the Ragman, folding the blanket most carefully, a scar on his forehead, but alive! And, besides that, healthy! There was no sign of sorrow nor of age, and all the rags that he had gathered shined for cleanliness.

Well, then I lowered my head and trembling for all that I had seen, I myself walked up to the Ragman. I told him my name with shame, for I was a sorry figure next to him. Then I took off all my clothes in that place, and I said to him with dear yearning in my voice: "Dress me."

He dressed me. My Lord, he put new rags on me, and I am a wonder beside him. The Ragman, the Ragman, the Christ!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Child's Request</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/758613</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 6 Jan 2012 19:45:30 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>A little boy the age of six
Come home from school one day
With tear filled eyes he told his mom
W ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ A little boy the age of six
Come home from school one day
With tear filled eyes he told his mom
What he'd heard the teachers say

We can't have prayer in school no more
The teacher say's it's law
Please tell me why we can't pray mom
I don't understand at all

Some kids are saying God is dead
And Jesus isn't real
Mom all this talk confuses me
How am I suppose to feel

I know I'm just a little kid
But kids have questions too
So if there is no God mom
Then who made me and you

Who made all the trees mom
Who made the flowers to bloom
Who put the stars up in the sky
And hung the silver moon

Who made the gentle breeze to blow
Who made the deep blue sea
Who made all the mountains mom
Who made the air we breath

Why can't we pray in school no more
We use to every day
Our Bible teacher's there no more
They said she went away

All this just can't be right mom
They pushed God out the door
And if He can't be in school with me
I don't want to go no more

The mother lifted up her child
And held him to her breast
She gently wiped his tears away
Then answered his request

She said, yes son, there is a God
And Jesus is alive
He goes to school with you each day
He never leaves your side

And as you grow older son
You'll hear it more and more
It's not just schools, it's others too
That's pushed God out the door

Just keep your trust in God son
No matter what you hear
And when you want to talk to Him
You'll find He's always near

The one's that say there is no God
And Jesus isn't real
Will one day face their Master's son
Their fate will then be sealed.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Strangest Secret</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/756761</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 27 Dec 2011 09:15:49 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>An excerpt from
The Strangest Secret
by Earl Nightingale 
 
George Bernard Shaw said, &quot;People ar ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ An excerpt from
The Strangest Secret
by Earl Nightingale 
 
George Bernard Shaw said, "People are always blaming their circumstances for what they are. I don't believe in circumstances. The people who get on in this world are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they want, and if they can't find them, make them."

Well, it's pretty apparent, isn't it? And every person who discovered this believed (for a while) that he was the first one to work it out. We become what we think about.

Now, it stands to reason that a person who is thinking about a concrete and worthwhile goal is going to reach it, because that's what he's thinking about. And we become what we think about.

Conversely, the person who has no goal, who doesn't know where he's going, and whose thoughts must therefore be thoughts of confusion, anxiety, fear and worry—his life becomes one of frustration, fear, anxiety and worry. And if he thinks about nothing...he becomes nothing.

How does it work? Why do we become what we think about? Well, I'll tell you how it works, as far as we know. To do this, I want to tell you about a situation that parallels the human mind.

Suppose a farmer has some land, and it's good, fertile land. The land gives the farmer a choice; he may plant in that land whatever he chooses. The land doesn't care. It's up to the farmer to make a decision.

We're comparing the human mind with the land because the mind, like the land, doesn't care what you plant in it. It will return what you plant, but it doesn't care what you plant.

Now, let's say that the farmer has two seeds in his hand—one is a seed of corn, the other is nightshade, a deadly poison. He digs two little holes in the earth and he plants both seeds—one corn, the other nightshade. He covers up the holes, waters and takes care of the land...and what will happen? Invariably, the land will return what was planted. As it's written in the Bible,

"As ye sow, so shall ye reap."

Remember, the land doesn't care. It will return poison in just as wonderful abundance as it will corn. So up come the plants—one corn, one poison. The human mind is far more fertile, far more incredible and mysterious than the land, but it works the same way. It doesn't care what we plant...success...or failure. A concrete, worthwhile goal...or confusion, misunderstanding, fear, anxiety, and so on. But what we plant it must return to us.

You see, the human mind is the last great, unexplored continent on earth. It contains riches beyond our wildest dreams. It will return anything we want to plant.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Life Ripples</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/753477</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 9 Dec 2011 09:25:41 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>I am the center of my universe
But I do not live here alone.
Each move I make creates a ripple in  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am the center of my universe
But I do not live here alone.
Each move I make creates a ripple in someone else's ocean
Each breath I take effects the air all around me
Each word I utter falls on someone else's ears
That which I touch is felt by another
That which I do will certainly affect another
That which I do not, will also affect another
We never know how far reaching something
we say or do really is until it returns to us
And it always does...
ALL THINGS IN LIFE FORM A CIRCLE
Whether we see the circle or not.
~Author Unknown
“Life is not what it's supposed to be. Its what it is. The way you cope with it is what makes the difference.”]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Where?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/750296</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 20 Nov 2011 09:05:58 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Where? 
======= 

There was a little boy, 
On the week's first day, 
Coming home from Sunday Sc ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Where? 
======= 

There was a little boy, 
On the week's first day, 
Coming home from Sunday School 
And wandering on the way. 

He scuffed his shoes into the grass 
And found a caterpillar. 
He found a fluffy milkweed pod 
And blew out all the filler. 

A bird's nest in a tree above, 
So wisely placed on high, 
Was just another wonder 
That caught his eager eye. 

A neighbor watched his crooked course 
And hailed him from the lawn. 
He asked him where he'd been that day 
And what was going on. 

"I've been to Sunday School," he said 
As he turned a piece of sod, 
And picking up a worm, he smiled, 
"I've learned a lot from God!" 

"That's a fine way," the neighbor said, 
"For a boy to spend his time. 
"Now if you can tell me where God is, 
I'll give you a brand new dime." 

Quick as a flash the answer came, 
The boy said without complaint, 
"I'll give you a dollar, Mister, 
If you can tell me where God ain't!" 

~Author Unknown~]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Fast Food</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/749568</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 16 Nov 2011 06:44:27 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Fast Food
==========

&quot;Hey Dad,&quot; one of my kids asked the other day,
&quot;What was your favorite fas ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Fast Food
==========

"Hey Dad," one of my kids asked the other day,
"What was your favorite fast food when you were growing up?"

"We didn't have fast food when I was growing up,"' I told him.
"All the food was slow."

"C'mon, seriously. Where did you eat?"

"It was a place called 'at home,'" I explained. "Grandma cooked
every day and when Grandpa got home from work, we sat down
together at the dining room table, and if I didn't like what she
put on my plate I was allowed to sit there until I did like it."

By this time, the kid was laughing so hard I was afraid he was
going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn't tell him
the part about how I had to have permission to leave the table.

But here are some other things I would have told him about my
childhood if I figured his system could have handled it:

Some parents NEVER owned their own house, wore Levis, set foot
on a golf course, traveled out of the country or had a credit
card. In their later years they had something called a revolving
charge card. The card was good only at Sears Roebuck. Or maybe
it was Sears AND Roebuck. Either way, there is no Roebuck
anymore. Maybe he died.

My parents never drove me to soccer practice. This was mostly
because we never had heard of soccer. I had a bicycle that
weighed probably 50 pounds, and only had one speed, (slow).

We didn't have a television in our house until I was 11, but
my grandparents had one before that. It was, of course, black
and white, but they bought a piece of colored plastic to cover
the screen. The top third was blue, like the sky, and the bottom
third was green, like grass. The middle third was red. It was
perfect for programs that had scenes of fire trucks riding
across someone's lawn on a sunny day.

Some people had a lens taped to the front of the TV to make the
picture look larger.

I was 13 before I tasted my first pizza, it was called
'pizza pie.' When I bit into it, I burned the roof of my mouth
and the cheese slid off, swung down, plastered itself against my
chin and burned that, too. It's still the best pizza I ever had.

We didn't have a car until I was 15. Before that, the only car
in our family was my grandfather's Ford. He called it a 'machine.'

I never had a telephone in my room. The only phone in the house
was in the living room and it was on a party line. Before you
could dial, you had to listen and make sure some people you
didn't know weren't already using the line.

Pizzas were not delivered to our home. But milk was.

All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered
newspapers. I delivered a newspaper, six days a week. It cost 7
cents a paper, of which I got to keep 2 cents. I had to get up at
4 AM every morning. On Saturday, I had to collect the 42 cents
from my customers. My favorite customers were the ones who gave
me 50 cents and told me to keep the change. My least favorite
customers were the ones who seemed to never be home on
collection day.

Movie stars kissed with their mouths shut. At least, they did in
the movies. Touching someone else's tongue with yours was called
French kissing and they didn't do that in movies. I don't know
what they did in French movies. French movies were dirty and we
weren't allowed to see them.

If you grew up in a generation before there was fast food, you
may want to share some of these memories with your children or
grandchildren. Just don't blame me if they bust a gut laughing.

~Old Author Unknown~]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>IT'S IN THE VALLEYS I GROW.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/732708</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 15 Aug 2011 11:25:25 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/732708</guid>
		<description>Sometimes life seems hard to bear,
Full of sorrow, trouble and woe
It's then I have to remember
T ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sometimes life seems hard to bear,
Full of sorrow, trouble and woe
It's then I have to remember
That it's in the valleys I grow.

If I always stayed on the mountain top
And never experienced pain,
I would never appreciate God's love
And would be living in vain.

I have so much to learn
And my growth is very slow,
Sometimes I need the mountain tops,
But it's in the valleys I grow.

I do not always understand
Why things happen as they do,
But I am very sure of one thing.
My Lord will see me through.

My little valleys are nothing
When I picture Christ on the cross
He went through the valley of death;
His victory was Satan's loss.

Forgive me Lord, for complaining
When I'm feeling so very low.
Just give me a gentle reminder
That it's in the valleys I grow.

Continue to strengthen me, Lord
And use my life each day
To share your love with others
And help them find their way.

Thank you for valleys, Lord
For this one thing I know
The mountain tops are glorious
But it's in the valleys I grow!

© Jane Eggleston]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I've Only One Life  It Will Soon Be Gone</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/730163</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 28 Jul 2011 15:15:07 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/730163</guid>
		<description>I've only one life; it soon will be gone.
What will remain of the things that I've done?
Will I be ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I've only one life; it soon will be gone.
What will remain of the things that I've done?
Will I be remembered as someone who cared?
Someone who sympathized? Someone who shared?

Will the things that I did while on earth be worthwhile?
Have I lightened a load?
 Gone the second mile?
Did I put off my ambitions?
 Put them on hold?
To help someone else in reaching their goal?

If I can say YES to these things, and more,
Then I'll not be ashamed when I reach Heaven's shore.
I will hold my head high, when I'm called by my Lord
To stand before God to receive my reward.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Love Island</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/723573</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 29 May 2011 16:28:35 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/723573</guid>
		<description>Love Island
============

Once upon a time there was an island where all the feelings
lived; hap ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Love Island
============

Once upon a time there was an island where all the feelings
lived; happiness, sadness, knowledge, and all the others,
including love.

One day it was announced to all of the feelings that the island
was going to sink to the bottom of the ocean.
So all the feelings prepared their boats to leave.

Love was the only one that stayed. She wanted to preserve
the island paradise until the last possible moment.

When the island was almost totally under, Love decided it was
time to leave.  She began looking for someone to ask for help.
Just then Richness was passing by in a grand boat.  Love asked,
"Richness, Can I come with you on your boat?"
Richness answered, " I'm sorry, but there is a lot of silver and
gold on my boat and there would be no room for you anywhere."

Then Love decided to ask Vanity for help who was passing in a
beautiful vessel.  Love cried out, "Vanity, help me please."
"I can't help you", Vanity said, "You are all wet and will
damage my beautiful boat."

Next, Love saw Sadness passing by.  Love said, "Sadness, please
let me go with you."  Sadness answered, "Love, I'm sorry, but, I
just need to be alone now."

Then, Love saw Happiness.  Love cried out, " Happiness, please
take me with you."  But Happiness was so overjoyed that he
didn't hear Love calling to him.

Love began to cry.  Then, she heard a voice say, "Come Love,
I will take you with me."  It was an elder.

Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that she forgot to ask the
elder his name.

When they arrived on land the elder went on his way.
Love realized how much she owed the elder.

Love then found Knowledge and asked,
"Who was it that helped me?"

"It was Time", Knowledge answered.

"But why did Time help me when no one else would?", Love asked.

Knowledge smiled and with deep wisdom and sincerity, answered,
"Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is."]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Woman and a Fork</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/723292</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 26 May 2011 18:33:03 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/723292</guid>
		<description>Woman and a Fork    


There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woman and a Fork    


There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So as she was getting her things 'in order,' she contacted her Pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes.  

She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scri ptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in.  

Everything was in order and the Pastor was preparing to leave when the young woman suddenly remembered something very important to her.  

'There's one more thing,' she said excitedly..  

'What's that?' came the Pastor's reply.  

'This is very important,' the young woman continued. 'I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand.'   

The Pastor stood looking at the young woman, not knowing quite what to say.  

That surprises you, doesn't it?' the young woman asked.  

'Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request,' said the Pastor.  

The young woman explained. 'My grandmother once told me this story, and from that time on I have always tried to pass along its message to those I love and those who are in need of encouragement. In all my years of attending socials and dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, 'Keep your fork.' It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming...like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and with substance!'  

So, I jus t want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder 'What's with the fork?' Then I want you to tell them: 'Keep your fork ..the best is yet to come.'  

The Pastor's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young woman good-bye. He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did. She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like than many people twice her age, with twice as much experience and knowledge. She KNEW that something better was coming.  

At the funeral people were walking by the young woman's casket and   they saw the cloak she was wearing and the fork placed in her right hand.. Over and over, the Pastor heard the question, 'What's with the fork?' And over and over he smiled.   

During his message, the Pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the young woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her. He told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either.  

He was right. So the next time you reach down for your fork let it remind you, ever so gently, that the best is yet to come.  Friends are a very rare jewel    ,  indeed.  They make you smile and encourage you to succeed  Cherish the time you have , and the memories you share    .... Being friends with someone is not an opportunity, but a sweet responsibility.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>5-21-2011</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/722765</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 22 May 2011 07:45:55 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/722765</guid>
		<description>5-21-2011 
========== 

So what about the over 2,000 billboards across the U.S. that say, 
&quot;Judg ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ 5-21-2011 
========== 

So what about the over 2,000 billboards across the U.S. that say, 
"Judgment Day May 21, 2011?" 

The claim is that at 6PM on May 21, 2011, that's today by the way, 
the rapture will occur and the world will cataclysmically begin 
to come to an end. 

Jesus said, "But of that day and hour knoweth no man, 
no, not the angels of heaven, but my Father only." Matthew 24:36 

Jesus also said, "Watch therefore, for ye know neither the day 
nor the hour wherein the Son of man cometh." Matthew 25:13 

I think if anyone other than the Father would know when Jesus is 
coming back, Jesus would and he says he doesn't know. 

I've got one thing to say. It's the same thing I've been saying 
for the over ten years that MountainWings has been published. 

That one thing is the third line of the three lines below. 

Thank you for inviting MountainWings into your mailbox. 
Change a life, give a friend MountainWings. 
See you tomorrow. 


By the way, if you're worried about 2012, read this issue: 
http://www.mountainwings.com/past/9224.htm]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>When I say.....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/719355</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 20 Apr 2011 10:36:30 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/719355</guid>
		<description>I Am a Christian 

When I say... &quot;I am a Christian&quot; 
I'm not shouting &quot;I'm clean livin'.&quot; 
I'm w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I Am a Christian 

When I say... "I am a Christian" 
I'm not shouting "I'm clean livin'." 
I'm whispering "I was lost, 
Now I'm found and forgiven." 

When I say... "I am a Christian" 
I don't speak of this with pride. 
I'm confessing that I stumble 
and need Christ to be my guide. 

When I say... "I am a Christian" 
I'm not trying to be strong. 
I'm professing that I'm weak 
And need His strength to carry on. 

When I say... "I am a Christian" 
I'm not bragging of success. 
I'm admitting I have failed 
And need God to clean my mess. 

When I say... "I am a Christian" 
I'm not claiming to be perfect, 
My flaws are far too visible 
But, God believes I am worth it. 

When I say... "I am a Christian" 
I still feel the sting of pain. 
I have my share of heartaches 
So I call upon His name. 

When I say... "I am a Christian" 
I'm not holier than thou, 
I'm just a simple sinner 
Who received God's good grace, somehow!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The U in Jesus</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/716022</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 23 Mar 2011 10:24:20 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/716022</guid>
		<description>THE U IN JESUS 


Before U were thought of or time had begun, 
God stuck U in the name of His So ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ THE U IN JESUS 


Before U were thought of or time had begun, 
God stuck U in the name of His Son. 

And each time U pray, you'll see it's true, 
You can't spell out JesUs and not include U. 

You're a pretty big part of His wonderful name, 
For U, He was born; that's why He came. 

And His great love for U is the reason He died. 
It even takes U to spell crUcified. 

Isn't it thrilling and splendidly grand 
He rose from the dead, with U in His plan? 

The stones split away, the gold trUmpet blew, 
and this word resUrrection is spelled with a U. 

When JesUs left earth at His upward ascension, 
He felt there was one thing He just had to mention. 

"Go into the world and tell them it's true 
That I love them all - Just like I love U." 

So many great people are spelled with a U, 
Don't they have a right to know JesUs too? 

It all depends now on what U will do, 
He'd like them to know, 
But it all starts with U. 

When Jesus died on the cross he was thinking of you!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>MY NAME IS GOSSIP</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/714994</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 15 Mar 2011 14:41:50 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/714994</guid>
		<description>My Name Is Gossip.

I have no respect for justice.
I maim without killing.
I break hearts and ru ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My Name Is Gossip.

I have no respect for justice.
I maim without killing.
I break hearts and ruin lives
I am cunning and malicious
& gather strength with age.

The more I am quoted
the more I am believed.
I flourish at every
level of society.

My victims are helpless.
They cannot protect themselves
against me because
I have no name and no face.

To track me down is impossible
The harder you try, the more elusive I become.

I am nobody's friend.

Once I tarnish a reputation,
it is never the same.

I topple governments
and ruin marriages.
I end ministries set up by God.

I ruin careers and
cause sleepless nights,
heartache and indigestion.
I spawn suspicion
and generate grief.

I make innocent people
cry in their pillows.
Even my name hisses.

I AM CALLED GOSSIP.

  Church gossip
    Office gossip
      Shop gossip
        Party gossip
          Online gossip
            Telephone gossip

I make headlines & headaches!

Before You Repeat A Story,
Ask Yourself . . . 
IS IT TRUE?
IS IT FAIR?
IS IT NECESSARY?
WOULD I WANT IT DONE TO ME?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>When I say I am a Christian...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/663401</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 29 Mar 2010 07:43:03 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/663401</guid>
		<description>I Am a Christian  

When I say... &quot;I am a Christian&quot; 
I'm not shouting &quot;I'm clean livin'.&quot; 
I'm  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I Am a Christian  

When I say... "I am a Christian" 
I'm not shouting "I'm clean livin'." 
I'm whispering "I was lost, 
Now I'm found and forgiven." 

When I say... "I am a Christian" 
I don't speak of this with pride. 
I'm confessing that I stumble 
and need Christ to be my guide. 

When I say... "I am a Christian" 
I'm not trying to be strong. 
I'm professing that I'm weak 
And need His strength to carry on. 

When I say... "I am a Christian" 
I'm not bragging of success. 
I'm admitting I have failed 
And need God to clean my mess. 

When I say... "I am a Christian" 
I'm not claiming to be perfect, 
My flaws are far too visible 
But, God believes I am worth it. 

When I say... "I am a Christian" 
I still feel the sting of pain. 
I have my share of heartaches 
So I call upon His name. 

When I say... "I am a Christian" 
I'm not holier than thou, 
I'm just a simple sinner 
Who received God's good grace, somehow!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Heavy Enough</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/570424</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 16 Mar 2009 16:23:23 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/570424</guid>
		<description>Heavy Enough 
============= 

The crosses we bear 
are not supposed to be heavy enough to crush  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Heavy Enough 
============= 

The crosses we bear 
are not supposed to be heavy enough to crush us, 

...but they are heavy enough to bend our knees.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cell Phone vs. Bible</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/570422</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 16 Mar 2009 16:19:51 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/570422</guid>
		<description>Cell phone vs. Bible

Ever wonder what would happen if we treated our Bible like we treat
our cel ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Cell phone vs. Bible

Ever wonder what would happen if we treated our Bible like we treat
our cell phone?

What if we carried it around in our purses or pockets?

What if we flipped through it several time a day?

What if we turned back to go get it if we forgot it?

What if we used it to receive messages from the text?

What if we treated it like we couldn't live without it?

What if we gave it to kids as gifts?

What if we used it when we traveled?

What if we used it in case of emergency?

This is something to make you go....hmm...where is my Bible?

Oh, and one more thing.
Unlike our cell phone, we don't have to worry about our Bible being
disconnected because Jesus already paid the bill.

Makes you stop and think 'where are my priorities? And no dropped calls!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>We have some bad news to share.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/562661</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 19 Feb 2009 19:05:47 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/562661</guid>
		<description>It is with a heavy heart that we share this sad news.
Feb 8th our beloved sweet Destiny went to the ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It is with a heavy heart that we share this sad news.
Feb 8th our beloved sweet Destiny went to the Bridge. She was only 5 months old. Her sister Sunflower soon followed. Both families are heart broken.
Although we never got to see Destiny in the real she was still very much our little girl from the very start.
When mom got the message from her mom in WV that little Destiny had passed mom almost fainted. We cried for a good week.
 Mom feels like if we could have gotten her a few days sooner she would still be here. But so much was against it. 
First she came down with mange and we waited for her to get over it so I wouldn't catch it.
Then Yuppee came into our lives because his owner moved to Fla. and just left him.
Then the weather turned bad and it's about a three and a half hour drive to where she was and mom doesn't get out in the bad weather nor does she drive in it. So we waited for a nice day or two to try and get her. 
Just when the weather changed to nice  is when we got word she had gotten sick.
It's still hard to believe she's gone.
She is at the Bridge now with our beloved Faith and all the others there.
Until we meet in the real sweet little girl....]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>We have decided not to get sweet Destiny.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/549489</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 15 Jan 2009 05:29:57 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/549489</guid>
		<description>It is with deep regret that we have decided not to get sweet little Destiny.
Due to matters that ar ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It is with deep regret that we have decided not to get sweet little Destiny.
Due to matters that are not in our control mom just can not take Destiny now.
 As you know if you have been following we took in  a dog in November named Yuppee because his owner moved to Fla. and left him here. Well, at first we were just taking care of him until we could find him a really good home....but we quickly grew to love him very much and have decided to keep him. 
Although we are sad about not getting Destiny we are happy about keeping Yuppee.
We believe things happen for a reason and God knows best so we accept this as His will .]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Yuppee came to our house</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/544837</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 1 Jan 2009 13:12:06 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/544837</guid>
		<description>Nov. 17th 2008
Hey every pup guess what?
We have a guest pup at our house. His name is Yuppee.
 M ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Nov. 17th 2008
Hey every pup guess what?
We have a guest pup at our house. His name is Yuppee.
 My mommy's grand daughter and boyfriend broke up and Yuppee's daddy moved to Fla. and just left him here. The grand daughter didn't want poor Yuppee either so mom said he could come live with us while we try to find him a forever home.
He is so sweet. House broken, neutered, ect. 
Christmas Eve we had a family come get him to live with them but they returned him day after Christmas. 
We were disappointed that it didn't work out but happy that he was back with us because we sure did miss him.
We are thinking about keeping him.....stay turned. *smiles*]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A new baby  sister and brother.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/521734</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 30 Oct 2008 18:37:01 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/521734</guid>
		<description>Hello diary,
I almost forgot to add to my diary that I will be getting a new sister and brother. Th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hello diary,
I almost forgot to add to my diary that I will be getting a new sister and brother. They are only 7 weeks old at this time. They are Jack Russell 's. 
We are so excited to be having them join our family and can't wait.
They have come down with mange and have to be treated first as I don't want to catch it.
Also my little baby brother has a bad front leg. It didn't grow right and we don't know if it has to be removed or not yet. But no matter we still want and love him. That only makes him more special.*smiles*
We named them Destiny and Tipton. Aren't those nice names?
When they are able to join me we will be trying to find help getting them transported closer to us. But if we can't find help we will just have to go get them ourselves. 
Well, that's about it for now.
Until next time.
 * hugs*]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Things are great!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/485463</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 23 Jul 2008 15:03:51 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well, I've been being very good lately. No more &quot;gifts&quot; for mom. BOL
I am even listening to her mor ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, I've been being very good lately. No more "gifts" for mom. BOL
I am even listening to her more and more about running after critters. Which she doesn't mind it's just that when I see some critter I just take off like a bullet and won't stop when she calls.Some times that takes  me by the road. Not a good thing to do, scares mom half to death. 
Well, that's all I have to say about that.
Have a blessed day.
hugs to all]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Gift for mom...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/475099</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 26 Jun 2008 18:59:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/475099</guid>
		<description>Looks like I went and done it this time. *sad face* 
I think I stunned mom for the last time . I he ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Looks like I went and done it this time. *sad face* 
I think I stunned mom for the last time . I heard her say something like...that's it, I'm finding you a new home . 
I don't understand it...I know she's been working real hard and long on all the quilts, so...I thought I'd be realllllly nice and bring her a special "gift". I came in and laid the special gift down by her, gave her a look that said , I love ya mom...here.........some strange noise came out of her that made me run and hide.....as I peeked around the corner to see if the coast was clear, all I see is her running to the trash with my gift wrapped in a couple paper towels. 
She said, Dayzee..what am I going to do with you? At the same time she sees me peeking around the corner....with a worried look ...that's when she started to smile at me and say, Dayzee, Dayzee, Dayzee..... 
Anyone want to know what my "gift" to mom was? I'll have to warn you it's not for the weak in stomach. 
Ask me.... 
hugs 
Dayzee]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What's up with that?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/473372</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 22 Jun 2008 07:23:33 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/473372</guid>
		<description>I keep getting into trouble with mom. See, when I go out back to sniff around I find this really goo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I keep getting into trouble with mom. See, when I go out back to sniff around I find this really good "stuff" . I like it sooooo much that I want to "wear" it on my body. Especially behind my ears, you know, like the humans do so that they smell good when someone hugs them close? 
Well, every time I do that and come in the house mom has a fit and starts making these gagging noises and hurrys to clean it all off of my neck. I spent alot of time rubbing it in real good and she goes and washes it off. What's up with that? This morning I had it rubbed into both sides of my face and neck. I was ready for anyone to hug me real close and smell how good I smelled but nooooo, mom saw it and washed it off again. Man, I just don't get it.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>One Year Anniversary</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/454690</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 30 Apr 2008 06:11:02 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/454690</guid>
		<description>WOW!!
 I can't believe I've been on Dogster a year already. It has gone so fast. Time sure does fly ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ WOW!!
 I can't believe I've been on Dogster a year already. It has gone so fast. Time sure does fly when you're having fun.
I have made so many wonderful friends here. Who would have thought?
I came here a little pup, now look at me....*big grin*  I'm all grown up and a big girl. *giggles*
There have been some sad times and some bad times but mostly good times and that is what I am going to always remember.
Dogster and Caster, thank you so much for having a site like this. It is truly a wonderful place.
My life has been blessed so much by all of you here.
I love ya pups and kitties.
Gods blessings on you all.
Hugs & big sloppy kiss
Dayzee]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dayzee Dayz</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/430987</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 27 Feb 2008 16:05:49 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Wow! 
When I woke up this morning I found out that I had Diary of the Day. 
How cool is that?
I h ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Wow! 
When I woke up this morning I found out that I had Diary of the Day. 
How cool is that?
I had to rub my sleepy eyes to make sure I was seeing it.
I had so many well wishers and got lots of Rosettes gifts and pup pal requests.
Man, it couldn't get any better then this.
And then to top it all off tonight at Fancy's Cafe they are having a big Birthday pawty for all the pups who had a Birthday the month of Feb.
Now that's what  I call a  very special day indeed.
I sure hope I can sleep tonight from all the excitement today.
Well time to get ready for the pawty.
Bye for now.
Dayzee]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sad news about puppy...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/429958</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 25 Feb 2008 05:47:36 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/429958</guid>
		<description>I have sad news this morning . I just received word that one of the little female puppies has died.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have sad news this morning . I just received word that one of the little female puppies has died. I don't know any details about it yet only that when the owner checked on her this morning she was already gone. 
*tears*
Please help me in praying for the other little ones that they will be alright.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Puppies...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/427961</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 20 Feb 2008 05:39:36 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Just want to say hello to you all today.
Mom is in the process of trying to transport some 6 to 8 w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Just want to say hello to you all today.
Mom is in the process of trying to transport some 6 to 8 week old, little Jack Russel Terriers mixed puppies from around Huntington, WV. to either Canton or Salem, Ohio.
We have someone willing to drive them from Huntington to Parkersburg. Now we need someone to bring them into Ohio. We are taking 77 all the way up to Canton, then 62 to Alliance and Salem. If anyone can help in the transport by next week we'd really appreciate the help. These little pups are in need of a good forever home. We are keeping one female, my friend is thinking of keeping the other female  but we still need homes for the 3 little males. 
I am told there will be more pups being born next month. These will be Chihuahua and Jack Russel mixed again. So if anyone is looking for a small type dog here you are. They are free and needing forever homes.
Thank you and have a blessed day.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Valentine Tag</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/419386</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 30 Jan 2008 21:04:43 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well, I was tagged by Rex MI Amor for this Valentine Day game of tag. Here are the rules for this ga ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, I was tagged by Rex MI Amor for this Valentine Day game of tag. Here are the rules for this game of tag....

In Valentine Day Tag, you write down your five Valentine Day wishes in a diary entry, and then choose five of your pup pals, and have them write down five of their wishes, and they choose five pup pals... and so on and so on. You let your five pup pals know that they have been tagged by paw mail, or rosette. Have fun and I hope all of your Valentine Day wishes come true!

My 5 wishes are

1)  I wish for all our soldiers to be able to come back to their loved ones.

2) I wish that all the families who need money for their sick pets will get it.

3) I wish every pup and kitty who wants a Valentine gets one.  I just got mine today.

4)  I wish mommy's back and neck didn't hurt her so much.

5)  I wish you all LOVE.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I got a Valentine....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/419235</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 30 Jan 2008 15:35:09 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/419235</guid>
		<description>Today Loki~ Doo ask me to be his Valentine.
I am so excited and happy!  
That's all..... ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today Loki~ Doo ask me to be his Valentine.
I am so excited and happy!  
That's all.....]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My sister Faith went to the Rainbow Bridge 1/14/08</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/413435</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 15 Jan 2008 12:17:05 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Thanks so much.....*tears*

Faith's last two days....

Things went so wrong real fast......one m ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Thanks so much.....*tears*

Faith's last two days....

Things went so wrong real fast......one minute she was fine the next she was throwing up.  I started her on the raw diet Friday. She seems to enjoy it. Plus she got her very first bone that day. Raw. Saturday pretty much the same...she was happy looked really good......I gave her her raw meat Sunday mid morning she was fine...later as a treat I gave them both dried beef heart as a treat.....shortly after that she started throwing up. So I thought it might have been the dried beef heart not agreeing with her.......from that point on she went down hill. She threw up all that day....we went to bed around 11
she didn't threw up all night but when we got up around 6 am she started again . Monday she wasn't good. She would just stand in one spot and stare....or sit and stare. The vomiting continued through out the morning into the afternoon. She would get drinks....but wouldn't take any food. She did go out and pee but no poop...she started to get into the position twice to poop but part way down she stood back up and would stare and not move.  I called the vet and they wanted her there by 1:30...I called them back and said I needed to wait until after 4:00 so that the boys could say their good byes. I have a 14 and 12 year old great nephews I've been raising for the last three years. Plus my grand daughter who will be 20 also lives with me. She was at work and wanted me to wait to say her goodbyes. She got off an hour early to be here. My son, who is the real owner of Faith but when he got married 3-4 years ago left Faith here because I didn't want her to leave.....my son is 30. He took off work and drove almost an hour to be here for Faith.  
She was taken to the vet around 4:15 and was put down soon after.  My son and granddaughter are the ones who took Faith to the vet to be put down.  They brought Faith back from the vets wrapped in a nice bag that the vet gave them.  In the mean while the two boys went out back and dug her resting place. Before we put her into the ground we brought her body into the house so that Dayzee, Rufas and Butterscotch could see and smell her and know where she was. They knew right away.....we then all went to put her in the ground, said our prayers and returned to the house.
The saddest thing is Dayzee just lay all the rest of the day on the couch or her bed looking so sad and even shaking. We covered her with a blanket and just stayed with her. She was a shadow to Faith.....always looking to Faith to see what to do or where to go....
I have to share with you something so sweet..at least to me. It was Faiths job...no, her pleasure, to get the news paper every day. The 12 year old would cross the street to get it and bring it to the driveway , then Faith would run and get it from him and bring it to me.  I would hold Dayzees collar and she would watch Faith everyday bring in the newspaper. When Faith would get to the door Dayzee would take it from her.  Well, yesterday when Faith was so bad and couldn't get the paper we decided to try Dayzee......she ran out , got the paper just like Faith and brought it to me .  Faith had taught her yet another trick. 
As Faith lay on the floor and I was petting her and gently talking to her, Dayzee came over, looked at her and walked over to where her bone was and brought it over and placed it on Faiths side and walked away. I was so moved by her action. You see, Dayzee just doesn't share or give her bone to anyone....except me . Her act with the bone told me the time was near. 
I know we all think we have THE best dog in the whole world......but I know for a fact  WE DID have the best dog in the whole wide world.  Who is and will forever be missed. 
Our house is strangely quiet......]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dayzee Dayz</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/409002</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 3 Jan 2008 12:16:46 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well it's been a while since I added to my diary so figured better get busy.
I have wonderful news  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well it's been a while since I added to my diary so figured better get busy.
I have wonderful news for all who haven't heard...remember I was having problems with my legs?  I was told I would be at least 18 months old before I would be better. Well, just before Christmas my Christmas wish came true....
I had sat on Santa's lap and when he asked what I wanted for Christmas I told him to be able to run and play like a regular pup. You should have seen Santa's face, he thought for a second or two then told me that was a really tall order but he would see what he could do.    *snickers*
Well, just before Christmas my mommy noticed I wasn't limping anymore. Yippy!!!!     
God is so good. Amen?
Have a blessed day.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Another blessing.....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/387150</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 9 Nov 2007 12:51:35 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/387150</guid>
		<description>It's hard some times to think about what we do for others especially if you do it so offen and out o ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's hard some times to think about what we do for others especially if you do it so offen and out of habit.  I'm sure if mommy thought real hard she could come up with many more....oh, like the time she lived in Austin, Texas. They had/ have an area where all the homeless or down on their luck stay.  They gather around a fire and look for hand outs.Well, mommy got this idea one day, she said lets pack a BIG box of goodies for them. So off to the store she went. 
She made lots of sandwiches piled high with lettuce, tomatoes and cheese. She made baked potatoes rolled in foil with all the stuff for them, sour cream, butter, salt and pepper. She got chips, pickles, cookies, cup cakes. Drinks. 
And even napkins to wipe their hands and mouth. Plastic forks  knives and paper plates. You should have seen this box stuffed full of things to eat.
Then we took that box and went to where these people hung out. We were a little nervous because it wasn't a very good part of town. Mommy drove around the block a couple of times first checking things out, seeing how many were there and making sure it was safe. She saw a man  and called him over, explained to him what we had and told him he could have it all under one condition....he shared with all the others there. He agreeded, wiped his dirty hand on his pants and shook my mommies hand. Smiling he struggled to lift the box from the car. He walked away smiling..with a look like he couldn't believe what had just happened. We drove around the block and came back around to make sure he was sharing and what we saw next was awesome.   We saw that man bending over the box of food and motioning to all the others to come see what he had. And he started passing things out to all. These people were walking away smiling with their hands and pockets and arms full of food. 
Now that's another blessing.
My kids STILL talk about that day.
Dayzee's mommy.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Another blessing....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/387099</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 9 Nov 2007 10:28:47 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Oh thanks but we have been blessed so much as it is...* smiles*
Just remember....* looks around...s ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Oh thanks but we have been blessed so much as it is...* smiles*
Just remember....* looks around...shhhh*  keep an ear and eye out for some one in need. It's so much fun. * giggles*

 There was  time that my mommy  heard a family at the grocery store...talking very quietly....the child brought something to the parents that he wanted to eat, the parents very lovingly and in a soft voice explained how they didn't have the money for it and to put it back..the parents looked at each other and really felt bad as did the kids ( about 5 )   but the kids understood and accepted it. They only had a few items in the cart and was searching their pockets, purse and even had a child go to the car for any change that may have been there....he came back empty handed..so they had to put back even more of what they had. They looked sad but...accepted it.
Mommy couldn't stand it any more...she  reached into her purse and  gave all that she had...maybe $30.00 cash that was for her grand daughters birthday the next day, plus her older daughter gave what she had also....mommy walked over to them very quietly as not to emmbarress them introduced herself, took the ladies hand as in a hand shake and slipped her the money...telling her..shhhhh, and God bless. The couple looked at each other and back at mommy and said, oh no we couldn't ...we have more at home....looked at each other again...and heads down very humblely said thank you ..give us your address and we will send it back to you when we can. Mommy said no, keep it, but if you still feel you want to repay me then find someone else and pass it on.... as we left to go we could hear the kids and parents whispering , the kids getting excited, looking our way and smiling.......one young child came running over to us and thanked us himself.  As we looked back again.....we saw the young man run back to get his item he wanted smiling.  
Now, THAT'S a blessing.....
* smiling*  
Dayzee]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Blessings.....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/387014</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 9 Nov 2007 06:30:55 PST</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/387014</guid>
		<description>If we all would do just one small thing for others look how it would grow.
A few years back,around  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ If we all would do just one small thing for others look how it would grow.
A few years back,around the holidays, my younger boy came home and told me about a family that had like 7 kids and  that  they didn't have a lot of money and that he would share his lunch with the one boy. Well, we talked about the family and how could we help them. Then we knew what we had to do. My whole family of 11 decided that we would not have Christmas but instead spend our money on this family.
If you EVER want to be blessed beyond belief....try this some time.
I went to this home, gently talked to the mother, ask her what they wanted and needed. She was to ask each family member what we could get for them. She just sat there a thought...but didn't know what to say.
At first the kids didn't know what to ask for....one kid looked up at me, puzzled and said, "gee, I don't know what to ask for because , I've never had anything before. "  ( this still brings tears to my eyes as WE have so much)
Finally after days of trying to get answers from them their mother gave me their list.
One young boy asked for a small tool box of tools as he helped fix things around the house.
Another asked for some cooking things, frying pan, turners ,spatula....as he liked to make a fire out side and cook for his siblings.
Another wanted..no needed a sleeping bag...so he could stay warm at night.
The list goes on...not what they wanted but what they needed.  
I even made each child up stockings filled with goodies......do you know...they looked at me and asked, "What are these"?  They had never even had a stocking....* tears*
 The day came that we delievered all the presents...oh, you should have seen their faces....* crying even harder  as I type*   The stockings  had some goodies like candy and fruit....one young boy carefully took out some candy and offered us some back. Oh precious Jesus!   As they were unloading their gifts they were laughing , oohing and awwing...and squeeling with excitment and 
delight. Their faces ....their faces.....their precious faces....* sniff, blows nose*   if you could have seen their beautiful faces. And the hugs.....glory to God!  
So let me tell you all this....if you EVER get a chance to give up YOUR Christmas and help some needy family, please do it. You will never regret it. 
Soon after That I came down with the flu and was SO sick I thought I'd die........but I would remember all those faces and all their hugs...I would smile and start to feel better. To me..that was MY  gift from them.  Glory to God!
So this holiday season, keep your eyes and ears open to someone in need.....this brings up another blessing .....
One holiday season also a few years back, I was shopping at a little discount store. I was by the Christmas decorations when my ear heard a conversation that went something like this.....
look, these aren't that expensive..yes but if we buy them we won't have the money to get the tree  ( the tree by the way was only a small 4 foot tree)   I looked up at them, careful they didn't see me looking....a very young couple stood looking at things they really needed but could't buy ....
 Well, it just so happened that I had gotten what I thought was a nice tree at the local goodwill and it was only $ 5.00. Well when I got home with this big box of tree stuff  I found out it had two trees in it. ( see I buy Christmas trees and give them out to needy families also) Anyway, the trees didn't come with a center pole. So, I  take a 4 by 4  , drill holes in it and start putting this tree together. To my surprize these two trees made one very full beautiful tree 6 foot tree. My thoughts were, oh, who can I give this to? Lord help me find a family who needs a tree it's almost Christmas...I KNOW there is a family out there some where who needs it.
So this takes me back to the store with the young couple.....
I apologize to this couple for listening to their conversation BUT I had a nice tree they could have.....they look at each other, then look at me... I tell them...go ahead and buy the decorations I will supply the tree. They came that night and got it.  Glory to God!
So  always be looking for someone you can help. The blessings will just keep flowing your way.
Have a wonderful and blessed holidays.
Dayzee's mommy]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Life ripples</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/380928</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 25 Oct 2007 05:27:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/380928</guid>
		<description>I am the center of my universe
But I do not live here alone.
Each move I make creates a ripple in  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am the center of my universe
But I do not live here alone.
Each move I make creates a ripple in someone else's ocean
Each breath I take effects the air all around me
Each word I utter falls on someone else's ears
That which I touch is felt by another
That which I do will certainly affect another
That which I do not, will also affect another
We never know how far reaching something
we say or do really is until it returns to us
And it always does...
ALL THINGS IN LIFE FORM A CIRCLE
Whether we see the circle or not.
~Author Unknown
“Life is not what it's supposed to be. Its what it is. The way you cope with it is what makes the difference.”]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Thank you all....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/374305</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 10 Oct 2007 18:49:46 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>What a bad week I had. But I wanted to take this time to thank ALL my Dogster friends that wished me ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ What a bad week I had. But I wanted to take this time to thank ALL my Dogster friends that wished me well and sent Rossettes. It really made me feel better. I also want to thank my sis Faith for telling you all about me. 
Did you get to see our pictures on her page? She actually made me get up and play. She hardly ever plays with me now. She says I'm too big plus I slobber on her. * giggles*  Sorry 'bout that Faith. 
I'm still not up to myself fully yet but that will come....some day.  
My mommy can't sit at the computer much anymore because her feet and lower legs are swelling way too much. So now she has to keep her legs up. Sometimes she can't feel her feet.....not good for someone who is a diabetic. 
Hey mommy, put your feet up now. Tell the nice people good bye.
* Dayzee blows kisses*]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm sad.....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/373707</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 9 Oct 2007 08:10:43 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/373707</guid>
		<description>I'm sad, .......* tears* ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm sad, .......* tears*]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My legs...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/366582</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 19 Sep 2007 17:17:14 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/366582</guid>
		<description>Sept 19, 2007

Oh no, not again. My legs have started hurting again this is the third day. I have  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sept 19, 2007

Oh no, not again. My legs have started hurting again this is the third day. I have upped my medicine again. So now I am taking it easy again.
Thank you all for your prayers.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My legs</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/363331</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 10 Sep 2007 22:06:16 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/363331</guid>
		<description>Sept 11. 2007

I just wanted to update you all on my legs. Seems I am getting better by the day. N ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sept 11. 2007

I just wanted to update you all on my legs. Seems I am getting better by the day. No more limping and I am even able to run again. Boy does it feel good to.
Now my vet says I should be better in 6 months instead of a year. 
Thank you all for your many prayers. And most of all I thank my God. Because without him....I am nothing.
God bless you all.
Dayzee]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Growing Pains</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/351831</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 15 Aug 2007 08:31:33 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/351831</guid>
		<description>Augest 15, 2007

I've been having some trouble lately with limping. My Lady has been keeping an ey ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Augest 15, 2007

I've been having some trouble lately with limping. My Lady has been keeping an eye on me and I was getting really bad. I looked like a very old pup that had trouble walking.  I went to the vets yesterday and to our surprize I have a pretty serious problem.  Seems I am growing too fast and it is affecting my long bones in my legs. The vet explained it like there are holes in my bones from not being able to keep up with my growing.The vet also said I wasn't over weight at all. That most large breed dogs have this problem.  It's very painful. Good news is that it is treatable but it will take   along time. I am 6 months old and I weigh 52.1 pounds.  I have to take meds until I am 18 months old. Then I should be good as new.  My Lady was so sad because I had all but stopped running and playing for very long.  And because Faith isn't doing so well and now me  she just wasn't sure if she was going to lose both of us. 
Compared to most poor pups I am fine. I thank my Heavenly Father for watching over us.
Have a blessed day.
I know I am.
Puppy kisses]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'VE BEEN TAGGED</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/343532</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 28 Jul 2007 12:31:57 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/343532</guid>
		<description>Here are the rules of the game!

Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Dogs ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Here are the rules of the game!

Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Dogs who are tagged, need to post in their Diary the rules & their 7 pawsome facts. Then choose 7 dogs to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to bark them a pmail that they have been tagged and to read your Diary, or, send them a fun Rosette announcing they\'ve been Tagged! 

1)  I was adopted on April 1st, 2007, at 8 weeks
2)  I still sleep on the couch with my mommy.
3) June 11th I had my last toe removed on my right paw.
4) I have lots of wonderful friends on Dogster
5) I have a male pup on Dogster who likes me. 
6) I am learning lots of tricks. Sit, shake, down, crawl, catch food thrown at me, fetch and play frisbee.
7)  I try to talk and sometimes some like I say..."mama"


Now to pick 7 friends...
1) Mischa
2) Sheylee
3) Roxie
4) Catfish
5) Logan
6) Buster
7) Princess]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm sad now....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/341663</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 24 Jul 2007 12:16:19 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/341663</guid>
		<description>July 24, 2007

Well, scratch one almost boyfriend......I must have scared him away.  Oh well, I ha ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ July 24, 2007

Well, scratch one almost boyfriend......I must have scared him away.  Oh well, I have lots of time yet.  And just when I was starting to come back down to earth from the excitment.    Pheew!!  So many emotions .  I know....when the next pup comes a long I'll play it cooler.  I'll be older and maybe know how to handle it better.  
Well, thanks for listening.  La la lalala  la....]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I think some pup is interested in me...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/340620</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 22 Jul 2007 07:28:57 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/340620</guid>
		<description>July 22,2007

Good day to you all,
I'm so excited, I think this very handsome  pup is interested  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ July 22,2007

Good day to you all,
I'm so excited, I think this very handsome  pup is interested in little ol me. I can't believe it. I know I'm growing up but didn't expect it so soon. Well wish me luck. hee hee]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dayzee Dayz</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/339568</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 19 Jul 2007 19:39:31 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/339568</guid>
		<description>July 19th 2007

Hey check out my new bike. Frankie had his mom fix me up. Now all I need is a band ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ July 19th 2007

Hey check out my new bike. Frankie had his mom fix me up. Now all I need is a bandana and I'm good to go.  Thank you Frankies mom. So nice of you. 
As I look at my picture I think....hummm, I look like a dude.  BOL   I can't wait to grow up more and look like a young lady. But for now I will just enjoy my youth. My day will come. I have plenty of time.  Candy said she would help me when I'm ready to wear dresses, make up , nail polish, and some bling. She knows lots about such things. 
I think I'm going to go play dress up now.......]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>TAGGED BY HARLEY</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/339207</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 19 Jul 2007 08:57:32 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/339207</guid>
		<description>July 19th 2007
 DOGGIE LOVE TAG GAME
RULES:    Pick 3 three of your good pals, bark the reason why ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ July 19th 2007
 DOGGIE LOVE TAG GAME
RULES:    Pick 3 three of your good pals, bark the reason why you think they're great! Then send them a pmail or rosette with:  "you've been tagged / read my diary for the rules" message.  List the pup who tagged you in the entry header.

1)     Misty, as she has always been there to help Dayzee with Dogster stuff and incourage me.  Hello Mistys mommy.

2)   Biscotte,  has become Dayzees good friend and her mommy loves me to. Hello my new mommy friend.

3)   Katie May, who I have gotten to know and love because of her devotion and love  of dogs and try to find homes for them.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>After surgery</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/329676</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 27 Jun 2007 16:36:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/329676</guid>
		<description>June 27, 2007

I am all healed from both my surgeries.  I had an infection start in my foot but so ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ June 27, 2007

I am all healed from both my surgeries.  I had an infection start in my foot but some antibioics and I was good to go.
I am growing so much. Almost 40 lbs. Can you believe that?  I am already as tall as Faith at 4 1/2 months.  Mommy would like some baulk on me but that may come later. I'm too active to keep any weight on. 
I'm learning so many new tricks.  Fetch, shake, sit, catch my food, sit and down, and down and crawl.  I have trouble staying because I'm so hyper. BOL But we are working on it.
Thats it for now.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>After my surgery</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/325812</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 18 Jun 2007 11:54:19 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/325812</guid>
		<description>June 12th, 2007.Tuesday.
Well, I feel pretty good. Had a ruff day after the surgery but bounced rig ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ June 12th, 2007.Tuesday.
Well, I feel pretty good. Had a ruff day after the surgery but bounced right back Tuesday.
I wasn't aloud to run on my foot for at least 3 days but I didn't listen. I LOVE to run. I just got to run....well, I hurt my foot. Silly me. When I ran I fell down and started licking my foot. There is a bandage around it but OUCH!!!
By Thursday my foot looked a little bigger on the bottem. By Saturday I had some wetness coming through the bandage. Today, Monday, I am going to the vets here shortly to have it checked out. My mommy is concerned. She's afraid to see it with the bandage off. She doesn't know what to expect. We are praying it's ok.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dayzee Dayz</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/322858</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 11 Jun 2007 07:47:25 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/322858</guid>
		<description>June 11th, 2007

Well, today is my surgery to be spayed and have my right outside toe removed alon ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ June 11th, 2007

Well, today is my surgery to be spayed and have my right outside toe removed along with the bone that connects to it.  I'm really nervous. My poor older "Lady" had to carry me into the vets. With her bad back I feel sorry for her.  I know my Dogster friends are praying for me but I am still really scared. (shaking)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>TAG YOU'RE  IT</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/312514</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 23 May 2007 12:17:01 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>&amp;hearts; Dayzee &amp;hearts; ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/519632/diary/Dayzee_dayz/312514</guid>
		<description>Here are the rules:

Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Dogs who are tag ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Here are the rules:

Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Dogs who are tagged, need to post in their Diary the rules & their 7 pawsome facts. Then choose 7 dogs to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to bark them a pmail that they have been tagged and to read your Diary!!!

      Lets see now. Dayzee has to tell 7 things about myself. humm...

1)   I was a resue puppy (boy am I glad my mommy got me)

2)  I have the best gramp paw.......can you guess who he is? (he's from dogster)

3) My cousin * Princess* had 10 puppies on Mother's Day.

4) I will be getting my spay done June 11th plus they are taking my last toe and the bone on the side of my foot off that day. Ouch!!

5)  I am almost 4 months old now.

6)  I am learning how to catch my food when it's tossed to me. 

7)  I sleep with my mommy on the couch...when I am completely house trained I can go upstairs to sleep & mommy can have her bed back. 

Now for my 7 pales:  Haylee, Misty,Summer,Fancy, Spot, Amber and 10 Ohio puppies]]></content:encoded>
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