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The Ten Commandments

August 24th 2011 8:22 am
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The Ten Commandments

This was posted on our pal Rinky's page. Mommy found it so beautiful she wanted it on my page too.



The 10 Commandments From a Pet's Point of View
by Stan Rawlinson

1. My life is likely to last 10 - 15 years;
any separation from you will be painful for me.
Remember that before you adopt me.

2. Give me time to understand what you want
from me; don't be impatient, short-tempered,
or irritable.

3. Place your trust in me and I will always
trust you back. Respect is earned, not given
as an inalienable right.

4. Don't be angry with me for long
and don't lock me up as punishment; I
am not capable of understanding why. I
only know I have been rejected. You
have your work, entertainment, and friends,
but I only have you.

5. Talk to me sometimes. Even if I don't
understand your words, I do understand
your voice and tone. You only have to
look at my tail.

6. Be aware that however you treat me,
I'll never forget it, and if it is cruel,
it may affect me forever.

7. Please don't hit me. I can't hit
back, but I can bite and scratch, and
I really don't ever want to do that.

8. Before you scold me for being
uncooperative, obstinate, or lazy,
ask yourself if something might be
bothering me. Perhaps I'm not getting
the right foods or I've been out in the
sun too long, or my heart is getting
old and weak. It may be I am just
dog-tired.

9. Take care of me when I get old.
You too will grow old and may also
need love, care, comfort, and attention.

10. Go with me on difficult journeys.
Never say, "I can't bear to watch" or "Let
it happen in my absence." Everything is
easier for me if you are there. Remember,
regardless of what you do, I will always love you.

 

Bloated Is An Understatement!

July 28th 2011 12:32 pm
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This story of a wired hair fox terrier was sent to us by a dogster pal. Gma laughed til she cried, when she read this. As you know, I am a wired hair fox terrier named Sassy Foxie. I can Tell you, I would have done this in a heartbeat, if given half a chance to do so.....
I barked the story to all the bridge babies....WowZer, we all rolled and laughed, having a great time. We decided, to put the story here to remind all the Mommas and Grandmas to remember to be careful with the people food.....We're all wondering if Jasper still has a "Yen" for dough?????? Since Jasper was 10 years old in 2001, we are all looking for him.... Sure he is around here somewhere. Jasper! Where are you???? We want to hear your side of the story....
Angel Kisses, Foxie



UNBAKED YEAST ROLLS

Those of you who have/had animals will probably appreciate it more. It is a story that is hilarious in itself and the person that wrote it is a good writer and made the story even better.................... Enjoy !

We have a fox terrier by the name of Jasper. He came to us in the summer of 2001 from the fox terrier rescue program. For those of you, who are unfamiliar with this type of adoption, imagine taking in a 10 year old child about whom you know nothing and committing to doing your best to be a good parent.
Like a child, the dog came with his own idiosyncrasies. He will only sleep on the bed, on top of the covers, nuzzled as close to my face as he can get without actually performing a French kiss on me.

Lest you think this is a bad case of 'no discipline,' I should tell you that Perry and I tried every means to break him of this habit including locking him in a separate bedroom for several nights. The new door cost over $200. But I digress.

Five weeks ago we began remodeling our house. Although the cost of the project is downright obnoxious, it was 20 years overdue AND it got me out of cooking Thanksgiving for family, extended family, and a lot of friends that I like more than family most of the time. I was assigned the task of preparing 124 of my famous yeast dinner rolls for the two Thanksgiving feasts we did attend.

I am still cursing the electrician for getting the new oven hooked up so quickly. It was the only appliance in the whole darn house that worked, thus the assignment. I made the decision to cook the rolls on Wed evening to reheat Thurs am. Since the kitchen was freshly painted, you can imagine the odor.

Not wanting the rolls to smell like Sherwin Williams #586, I put the rolls on baking sheets and set them in the living room to rise for a few hours. Perry and I decided to go out to eat, returning in about an hour. The rolls were ready to go in the oven.

It was 8:30 PM. When I went to the living room to retrieve the pans, much to my shock one whole pan of 12 rolls was empty. I called out to Jasper and my worst nightmare became a reality. He literally wobbled over to me.


He looked like a combination of the Pillsbury dough boy and the Michelin Tire man wrapped up in fur. He groaned when he walked. I swear even his cheeks were bloated. I ran to the phone and called our vet. After a few seconds of uproarious laughter, he told me the dog would probably be OK, however, I needed to give him Pepto Bismol every 2 hours for the rest of the night.

God only knows why I thought a dog would like Pepto Bismol any more than my kids did when they were sick. Suffice it to say that by the time we went to bed the dog was black, white and pink. He was so bloated we had to lift him onto the bed for the night.

We arose at 7:30 and as we always do first thing; put the dog out to relieve himself. Well, the dog was as drunk as a sailor on his first leave. He was running into walls, falling flat on his butt and most of the time when he was walking his front half was going one direction and the other half was either dragging the grass or headed 90 degrees in another direction. He couldn't lift his leg to pee, so he would just walk and pee at the same time.

When he ran down the small incline in our back yard he couldn't stop himself and nearly ended up running into the fence.

His pupils were dilated and he was as dizzy as a loon. I endured another few seconds of laughter from the vet (second call within 12 hours) before he explained that the yeast had fermented in his belly and that he was indeed drunk. He assured me that, not unlike most binges we humans go through, it would wear off after about 4 or 5 hours and to keep giving him Pepto Bismol.

Afraid to leave him by himself in the house, Perry and I loaded him up and took him with us to my sister's house for the first Thanksgiving meal of the day. My sister lives outside of Muskogee on a ranch, (10 to 15 minute drive). Rolls firmly secured in the trunk (124 less 12) and drunk dog leaning from the back seat onto the console of the car between Perry and I, we took off.

Now I know you probably don't believe that dogs burp, but believe me when I say that after eating a tray of risen unbaked yeast rolls, DOGS WILL BURP. These burps were pure Old Charter. They would have matched or beat any smell in a drunk tank at the police station.

But that's not the worst of it. Now he was beginning to fart and they smelled like baked rolls. God strike me dead if I am not telling the truth! We endured this for the entire trip to Karen's, thankful she didn't live any further away than she did.

Once Jasper was firmly placed in my sister's garage with the door locked, we finally sat down to enjoy our first Thanksgiving meal of the day. The dog was the topic of conversation all morning long and everyone made trips to the garage to witness my drunken dog, each returning with a tale of Jasper's latest endeavor to walk without running into something. Of course, as the old adage goes, 'what goes in must come out' and Jasper was no exception.

Granted if it had been me that had eaten 12 risen, unbaked yeast rolls, you might as well have put a concrete block up my behind, but alas a dog's digestive system is quite different from yours or mine. I discovered this was a mixed blessing when we prepared to leave Karen's house. Having discovered his 'packages' on the garage floor, we loaded him up in the car so we could hose down the floor.

This was another naive decision on our part. The blast of water from the hose hit the poop on the floor and the poop on the floor withstood the blast from the hose.

It was like Portland cement beginning to set up and cure. We finally tried to remove it with a shovel. I (obviously no one else was going to offer their services) had to get on my hands and knees with a coarse brush to get the remnants off of the floor. And as if this wasn't degrading enough, the darn dog in his drunken state had walked through the poop and left paw prints all over the garage floor that had to be brushed too.

Well, by this time the dog was sobering up nicely so we took him home and dropped him off before we left for our second Thanksgiving dinner at Perry's sister's house.

I am happy to report that as of today (Monday) the dog is back to normal both in size and temperament. He has had a bath and is no longer tricolor. None the worse for wear I presume. I am also happy to report that just this evening I found 2 risen unbaked yeast rolls hidden inside my closet door.

It appears he must have come to his senses after eating 10 of them but decided hiding 2 of them for later would not be a bad idea. Now, I'm doing research on the computer as to: 'How to clean unbaked dough from the carpet.'

And how was your day?

 

Summer Finally Arrived On The Prairie

July 2nd 2011 11:07 am
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Well, we see that Summer finally arrived on prairie. Baby is sure glad she wasn't there for the 2 days it was pushing 90 degrees.
We've been watching you and Dad spraying,spraying and spraying.... He's been spraying weeds and you've been spraying for bugs! OMD! What a crop of pesty bugs you have this year....I see the day you mowed the flies,mosquitos ate you up! I can sure see why, you have no interest in your flowerbeds. Everytime you get near them, the bugs is all over you! You always have been the Best bug zapper on the place. The bugs leave everyone else alone, as they are too busy chewing on you! You even put out a bunch of those really stinky fly catching jars.... They are working good now that the temperatures are warmer.

The bugs should get better as the extra moisture goes away. Sure had a very wet June down there. We were watching Dad as he mowed the hay yard the other day. The last day of June is real late for starting the haying. We would have had a blast hunting in there once it was down. Gopher Paradise! I see there are lots of little ducks on the wetlands below the hill... I'd love to be there! I'd jump in the water and swim with them! Never did understand why the Momma and Poppa ducks quacked at me so much? I just wanted to play in the water and swim with the ducklings....The ducks will happy,since Mazy doesn't like water deeper than the tubbie.

Baby and I want to wish Mazy a Happy Birthday...The little stinker will be 4 yrs. old on July 6th. Where did the time go? I know you will have lots of special stuff for her this week. We Hope all our pals down there have a Happy 4th. of July weekend.

So you're going to bite the bullet and try to help Dad a little in the hayfield. You haven't been there for a very long time. 1997, I seem to remember... Well, I guess, you'll find out soon enough, if you're up to that or not?

I see Mazy found my old purple Teddy and the squeakie still works! This is a miracle, cuz, I always played very hard with my toys...Mazy plays very hard with her stuffies too...I hope after you visit Great Gma and Great Grandpa in September...you will be able to look for a small companion for Mazy. Dad and Mazy without you for about 10 days will be interesting...They did o.k. last winter, when you went and took care of the grandkids for 5 days. Baby and I will keep an extra close eye on them.

Kenzie and Jax's have gotten so Big, they are now 7 and 9.5 yrs. old. Kenzie still talks about me.... She is such a sweet little girl. I saw the flowers and silk pinwheels you have for our memorial area. Will be nice, when you can put the extra ND native granite down for Baby. We know all the rain, made it impossible to gather it up from the summer hill pasture. Soon you will be able to drive the pickup in there and not get stuck! I loved walking those hills with you....I see you keep Mazy on the flatland. I jumped over the rocks and hills like a deer. I laugh myself silly when, Mazy scampers under the barbwire fences. I always just jumped right over them. I see she has learned this last year to catch treats with her mouth and to roll over. She pretty darn good at hide-in-seek.... I'll always be Queen of Hide-n-Seek!

I'd better go,Momma...I heard the pals calling....We are going to play ball ... We are having a Big,Big BBQ with all the kinds of meat and fish! anything the puppers or purrs want. We're going to party all weekend! Don't work too hard...We know, if it doesn't rain, you and Dad will work,like any other day. Tons of angel kisses from Angel Foxie and Angel Baby

 

Momma...We Must Tell You .....

June 15th 2011 7:11 pm
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Yesterday,Momma, both Baby and I blew Angel Kisses at you all day ...
We know it rained almost the entire day. We watched you, as you baked buns and peanutbutter blossom cookies. We could almost taste your fresh buns from here. We know you were worried about your bread,when the power went off just as they were starting to bake. We zapped your power right back on.... It was kinda of a trick, we played on you!
We were so Happy that you and little Mazy were busy all day. We were singing and dancing while you were telling Mazy different stories about the two of us...I don't think, she believes the muskrat and skunk stories??? It's o.k., we don't mind....

We were just so happy that you weren't sad all day....Four yrs. ago, June 14,2007, I went to the bridge without any warning. You were so crushed.... Baby and I are back together, as we were most of our lives. We are having a blast! Can't even describe how much Fun! Running,playing,wrestling,tag,fetch,hide-n-seek,sniffing,sno oping all day long. Baby is catching on, to how the wings work....She's met so many purrs and puppers. Some she already knew and many she didn't.

I have to tell you: I sat quietly beside Baby,waiting for her to wake-up...so I could escort her to the Bridge. Wrinkles,Weedle,Zuki,Ben,
Bunny,Cheyenne,Wyoming were all there with me.... She was every so Surprised when she woke up to see me! She thought, she was dreaming...
We explained the trip she took to her.... She stretched,stood up,
walked around.... Then she realized that she wasn't Old anymore... She was strong,healthy, mouthful of toophers, ready to romp and play..... 1st. she was hungry from that long nap...So we showed her around and had a welcome party. Tons and tons of food. She said, she didn't remember when food had tasted so good....

We both just wanted you to know that we are doing fine. We love you very much.... Someday, we will be standing there, as you come to find us. In the meantime, we will watch over you and the whole family.
We've gotta go..... Movies and popcorn! You know how much we both like popcorn! The movie is the Long Journey Home.... Remember that movie,Momma? It was one of your favorite animal movies!
All Our LOve,
Angel Foxie and Angel Baby

 

What a Beautiful Poem

May 29th 2011 1:10 pm
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Lord Don't Take My Tears Or My Cross Away.....
sent by Minister Misty


Lord don't take my tears or my cross away
For I would grow weary and forget to pray.
I want to serve You all of my days,
I'll share You with others along life's way.

Lord may I never take for granted
All the Blessings You send my way,
Let my heart give You all my Praises,
Following Jesus I will never dismay.

For my tears will keep me humble
Though many times I fall and crumble,
Lord grant me strength for each new day,
Lord don't take my tears or my cross away.

Teach me Lord to never grow careless
Or grow weary in my walk each day,
Remind me Lord how much I need You,
Lord don't take my tears or my cross away.

Lord You see each wave as billows roll
You hear each prayer on Earth extol,
You understand every heartache and tear,
I thank You Lord You are always near.

Lord, You promised a better day is coming
Our cross we'll bear no more,
We'll live with You for all Eternity,
Upon Heavens bright and golden shore.


Written by Bernice Ward ©March 2008

 

Reflections of Tornado Experiences

May 28th 2011 1:01 pm
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Prayer for Momma Shawna who now has pneumonia. Pray that, she can receive the antibiotics, she needs from the Memorial Hall which is a makeshift hospital for all who need treatment that are not in critical condition. 1 Hospital left in Joplin, they look you over, at the urgency clinic and send you on. Freeman hospital cares only for the critical patients. Late on Thursday, standing in line for meals and finding more candles was a bigger priority. Saturday 28th of May, Shawna was going to be treated for the respiratory. Inhaled debris may be the problem? So Keep praying,everyone....

Many 1,000's of persons are without any source of power. Candles allow them to see after dark. CANDLES.... Such small things....Can you imagine, darkness settling in on you????
A house that stands is accommodating, more than 1 family, as well as 7 puppers...Cramped at best....Stumbling around in the dark, without any light? After spending your day, exhausting yourself: with What do we need to do, Now? Your head is Spinning, you are not resting, you are dirty, hot, sticky...still trying to process what has happened. You've broken down emotionally....just want to go home! There is NO Home to go Home, too.....

All things considered, we feel the people there are very,very strong! Friday was a better day to face the endless problems than Thursday was. Just one tiny step in front of another and some how you make it through.....
We believe, with our whole heart, that our prayers help give them the strength to take the next step. This will be a very long process to rebuild their lives. Someday to have a place to call HOME again....

My father's home community in Indiana was destroyed in the spring of 1974. (My parents were still serving in the military in Oklahoma) I had just returned to North Dakota the day the tornado hit. My grandmother,
aunts,uncles,cousins,my only sibling a sister had to rebuild and start over. It was long process... The 1st. time, I returned there to see the community as it is today, I didn't recognize it. All the landmarks and things I knew from childhood visits were gone. Remaining Memories only in the minds of those who knew this place. I remember the Fear of trying to make contact family. Trying to find out, if they were injured or worse. No cell phones in those days. It was heart wrenching....That Spring day, there were many,many tornadoes that traveled across IN,ILL,OH and even beyond. This community was a place of about 6-10,000 people.

I'm sorry, I do not mean to ramble. Trying to just create a picture of how horrific these situations are. How much your life changes, how much your priorities change. June 3,1999, my husband and I became victims of a tornado on the open rural prairie. I ask God, as I huddle in the corner of my basement under the stairs with 2 terrified dogs:
Please Lord, protect everyone in the path of this tornado. Leave my children at least 1 parent. Leave us enough to make a living. As those minutes passed material items meant little. My husband had never been in a tornado. He didn't believe me, when I told him,one was coming and we were in its direct path. Our 60 plus year farmhouse, somewhat twisted, still stands today. We still live in this home. Debris was scattered for miles. We still find debris to this day. The tree skeletons in the shelter belts are a constant reminder of that day.
Our machinery and livestock barns are a constant reminder. Insurance covers some things, but no matter what you have, it is never enough.

To this day, the thing that bothers me the most, is the loss of 2 blue spruce trees from the front yard. These trees towered above our 2 story home. My mother and hubby's Mom had planted those trees together in 1948. A piece of our family history was lost in those trees. Trees are very valuable on the prairie and not always easy to grow. We stood dazed that day...realizing that a lot of 2 generations of hard work was gone forever. Almost 12 yrs. later, the place does not and will never look as it once did. We feel blessed to still be able to make a living. Our priorities in life remain forever changed. Our faith in God deepened and we grew spiritually stronger. Our of the debris and ashes of this storm came two people who are forever changed. I'd like to believe, we are more compassionate people than we once were. Less self-absorbed.... Eyes wide open, looking at the Big picture, instead of Life with blinders on.

Our hearts break for people caught in these same situations. Whatever small things we can do to make the recovery easier is what we try to do. Angel Foxie isn’t with us now, but Old Baby still is. Those furs had never been afraid of thunderstorms until the tornado. To this day, when a storm is brewing, Old Baby goes into Orbit. She hyper ventilates, her heart races, she is beside herself…The scars remain with her. The fears we never conquered. We have found a product called Calming Ease and this helps, if we know bad weather is coming. Due to her excitement and age, we always fear she will have a heart attack or stroke during bad weather. Mazy this past winter and spring has developed a fear of these high winds. She barks and barks trying to scare the wind away….

Hugs, Angel Foxie and Her Momma Keda

 

Update on Kirk Puppers 5-26-11

May 26th 2011 4:21 pm
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Status: publish Date: May 26 2011 3:57 pm

Entry Title:
Reportin' on the Kirk Puppers

Entry Body:
We have been able to connect with cell phone several times this week. The service is hit and miss, due to towers down. There were 2 days we couldn't connect at all.

We apologize we didn't make it to my page to report in again. All of us furs, have crazy paws,runnin' here and there...tryin' to send group messages,crosspost to other groups,answer p-mails on a 1 to 1 basis,line up furs to help with lots, lots of stuff in Christian Dogs and Cats.... Keep track of all our endless scribbled notes.... so we don't end up, too crazy confused.

If, there is an easier way to do all this...we're New and wouldn't know, what it is? Just be patient with us, we have only been around dogster 1 yr. Our Ponderosa Pack thinks "Momma Shawna is SuperMomma! Did anyone see her red cape, go flyin' by, in some of these horrible storms?" So much bad nasty weather across the United States. We are praying protection over everyone,no matter where you live! We are thanking God for all of you, who have come forth to help us try and keep a promise to Momma Shawna. Dogsters and Catsters have Amazin' Hoomans for pawrents!
Old Baby said so, she is very Wise! She's almost 19, it's just around the corner.

Shawna and Bill had an appointment late today to meet with FEMA. Don't know yet, how they can help? Shawna was sick a few days before the tornado. She has to go to Memorial Hall, where they have a makeshift hospital treatment center. The urgency clinic said, she now has pneumonia. They will give her medicine. St. John's Hospital was destroyed, leaving Freeman Hospital. Unless you are in critical condition, they send you to the Memorial Hall. So now, she is barking like a Seal, again.
The cell phones still cut in and out but doing better with being able to get through.

So many hassles with the permit stuff to get onto your property. They did away with the need to have a permit.
They are trying to clean up some debris on the property.
Sure it will be slow going...Some purrs and furs wanted to contact Momma Shawna. The best way to do this is with the following address:
SHAWNA KIRK
c/o JAYNE MYERS
4507 WEST 26TH PLACE
JOPLIN, MO 64804
This is her sister-in-law and they are staying there for right now. So, if you want to send her a note of encouragement to lift her spirits...Emotions are raw,you're tired, so much to do,
and where to start at 1st.???

Maybe in a week or so, we will have a cell number for furs to reach her. AT&T told them, those who lost everything, they would get them a cell phone. (so they can make the appts.and contacts they need too)... If they follow through with this plan, it will be just Pawtastic and beyond Awesome!
It's been a very BAD BAD BAD week for Horrific weather around our country.... So many thunderstorms,lots of hail,high winds,heavy rain,flooding and awful tornadoes. We have been watching CNN at our house. The weather for the U.S. is more detailed. There were 2 days this week, that there were 50 tornadoes in a day. This spring is listed at the wrost tornado season since the 1950's. We heard last night that 500 people across the U.S. have died this year, resulting from tornadoes.

Everyone keep praying protection over all the purrs,puppers and people across the world. Nothing in 2011 is unfolding as normal....We can not leave without telling you that Momma Shawna and the Kirk Puppers are cryin' and howlin' when we tell them about all the pmails... They said," Please tell them, we are so moved by all the prayers,compassion,concern and love shown our family. We love our dogster and catster furs very,berry much!!!! We miss you all, more than you can imagine... We hope to return,sooner than soon...."

Meowied and Barked by:
Precious,Mazy,Old Baby and Angel Foxie
Took ALL .... 16 Paws to Help Gma Type....
Hugs and Kisses

 

MOMMA SHAWNA IS ALIVE/EVERYTHING IS GONE/JOPLIN MISSOURI

May 23rd 2011 9:43 am
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GROUP LEADER OF CHRISTIAN DOGS AND CATS/ALSO A MEMBER HERE-JUST SPOKE TO SHAWNA AND BILL ON BILL'S CELL PHONE...11 A.M. DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME.. THEY ARE ALIVE AND THE 5 DOGS ARE O.K.(MOMMA SHAWNA AND KIRK PUPPERS)

SHAWNA AND BILL HAVE LOST EVERYTHING. SHAWNA WAS HOME WITH DOGS WHEN TORNADO HIT. SHE LAID ON THE DOGS IN THE BATHROOM. ALL THAT STANDS NOW IS 1 BATHROOM WALL. EVERYTHING IS TOTALLY DESTROYED.... HER SON WAS IN KANSAS....HE DROVE BACK AND FOUND SHAWNA. BILL WAS AT WORK AND COULDN'T GET HOME.

I'LL WRITE IN CDAC MESSAGES AND PRAYER THREAD. PLEASE HELP CROSS POST THIS TO OTHER GROUPS WHERE SHE IS KNOWN.

THEY ARE AT BILL'S SISTER'S HOUSE. BILL'S MOM IS O.K. SHAWNA DOESN'T KNOW ABOUT HER PARENTS,BROTHER-IN-LAW,SISTER AND HER FAMILY. HER SISTER WAS A PATIENT IN THE HOSPITAL THAT WAS HIT. THEY HAVE NO ELECTRICITY... SHAWNA HAS CUTS AND BRUISES AND IT VERY UPSET. THIS WAS AN F5 TORNADO. MORE STORMS ARE FORCAST FOR TODAY. BILL SAID, THEY HAD BEEN HAVING THUNDERSTORMS OFF AND ON ALL MORNING.

I'LL POST IN OUR PET DIARIES TOO.
MORE DETAILS AS SOON AS I CAN TYPE THEM UP.
ALL THIS DISASTER AND SHAWNA IS WORRIED ABOUT THE GROUP.
UPSET THAT SOMEWHERE IN ALL THAT DEBRIS IS HER PC. I TOLD HER THE GROUP WILL BE ALL RIGHT. PLEASE PRAY FOR JOPLIN AND ALL THE VICTIMS OF THIS TERRIBLE DISASTER.

PLEASE HELP SPREAD THE WORD...
GMA KEDA, MAZY AND THE PONDEROSA PUPPERS.

 

Everything Happens for a Reason

May 15th 2011 10:47 am
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Sometimes
by: author unknown

Sometimes we must be hurt in order to grow,
We must fail in order to know,
We must lose in order to gain,
Some lessons are learned best only through pain.
Sometimes our vision clears
Only after our eyes are washed with tears.
Sometimes we have to be broken,
So we can be tender;
Sick, so we can rest and think better
On things more important than work or fun;
Trip near death, so we can assess how we’ve run.
Sometimes we have to suffer lack,
So we can know God’s provisions.
Feel another’s pain,
So we can have a sense of mission.
So take heart, my friend,
If you don’t understand today,
Instead of grumbling, ask God what He means to say.
In order to learn, you must endure
And learn to see the bigger picture.
In order to grow, you must stand
Look beyond the hurt, to God’s loving hand
That takes what is good
And gives what is best
And on this blessed thought: rest.
As your anxious heart, with questions: wait.
God’s hand only gives, what His loving heart dictates.”

Momma, I knew you'd like this poem.
I know it will give you strength on bad days.
Love you, Momma
Sending Angel Kisses,
Angel Foxie

 

Somebody's Mother

May 5th 2011 8:33 am
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Morning All..... We hope you enjoy this poem, a tribute to Moms,Aunts,Grandmothers all over the world. Gma was a young teenager when she recited this poem at church on Mother's Day. The year 1967. She remembers the year because her Father was serving in Vietnam and they were a military family. Living that time with their Grandparents.It was about this time in life, that Gma fell in LOVE with Poetry...Momma told me this and how she came to treasure this poem...Sunday is Mother's Day! So now, I'm leaving the poem that is engraved on her Heart here for all of you to read...... I Love you Momma, Angel Foxie

SOMEBODY'S MOTHER

The woman was old and ragged and gray
And bent with the chill of the Winter's day.

The street was wet with a recent snow
And the woman's feet were aged and slow.

She stood at the crossing and waited long,
Alone, uncared for, amid the throng

Of human beings who passed her by
Nor heeded the glance of her anxious eye.

Down the street with laughter and shout,
Glad in the freedom of 'school let out,"

Came the boys like a flock of sheep,
Hailing the snow piled white and deep.

Past the woman so old and gray
Hastened the children on their way.

Nor offered a helping hand to her-
So meek, so tired, afraid to stir

Lest the carriage wheels or the horses' feet
Should crowd her down in the slippery street.

At last came one of the merry troop,
The gayest laddie of all the group;

He paused beside her and whispered low,
'I'll help you cross, if you wish to go."

Her aged hand on his strong young arm
She placed, and so, without hurt or harm,

He guided the trembling feet along,
Proud that his own were firm and strong.

Then back again to his friends he went,
His young heart happy and well content.

'She's somebody's mother, boys, you know,
For all she's aged and poor and slow,

'And I hope some fellow will lend a hand
To help my mother, you understand,

'If ever she's poor and old and gray,
When her own dear boy is far away.'

And "somebody's mother" bowed low her head
In her home that night, and the prayer she said

Was, 'God be kind to the noble boy,
Who is somebody's son, and pride and joy!"

...Mary Dow Brine

 
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