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    God, family, grandchilren, Dinar, helping people, traveling, loving life

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  1. Looks can be Deceiving

    We have all heard that old saying, "Looks can be deceiving". Well I got some good proof of it this morning as I was shaving. I looked in the mirror and noticed that some of the hairs in my mustache were as white as my shaving cream. Now I am sure they have been there for some time but it never noticed until this one moment. I laughed about this because I feel more alive, vibrant, and joyous now than I did when I was twenty. I got a little more proof later on as I walked through my tiny house and sat in my old, worn chair, you know the one you got worn in to fit your body. My two cats quickly jumped on my lap while a smile leaped to my face. It seems funny that in this society where fame and fortune are looked on as everything that I had found so much joy in such a simple life with very little money. It was a short time later, however, that I got the greatest proof of all. the sun broke through the clouds, shone through my window and gently warmed my face. Bathed in that golden light I felt not only the heat of the sun but also the loving touch of God on my face, in my heart and through my soul. I knew then that life's greatest joys can't be seen with the eyes at all but felt with the heart. Looks truly can be deceiving. Joy, Love, Energy, and vitality don't end when your body gets old, but can continue until your last breath and beyond. Fame, Fortune, and material things may look nice on the surface, but they don't bring your heart and soul lasting peace or happiness. This material world we live in is both blessed and beautiful, but beyond it there is another world that is even more blessed and more beautiful. We are only here for a short time. Let's not be deceived by appearances. The presentation of things to our liking can be a blessing or a curse depending on how we look at it. Do all the good you can, share all the love you can, choose all the joy you can.......But know this that all in this world is to use until we are called to our heavenly home.
  2. It must be settled tonight

    The big burly miner blinked his eyes over and ovre as he left the dark interior or the coal mine. Stopping at the faucet near the entrance, he washed hiseyes out of all the grime and caol dust that he could and then his face adnd hands, then headedtoward his little shack on the outskirts of the village. He was tired, he was filthy but his wok was over for the day. As he trudged along the dusty lane, he passed the open door of the village church. Inside, a small crowd listened intently as an entergetic man gesticulated from the pulpit. He had passed the same scene hundreds of times over the years but time there was something different drawing him to stand and listen. He stepped closer to the door...."Absolute surrender is what we must do in order to recieve Jesus Christ", the minister was saying. Ar you willing to surrender yourself absolutely into his hands, if not then you are not ready to meet your God. THe minister paced back and forth on the little area with the pulpit. "We do not know how long our lives will last, we do not know if God will let us wake in the morning". Tonight you are living, tomorrow you may not be, i bet of you , ask yourselves are you ready to stand before him. The miner was touched deep down inside and he slipped into the back pew. Am i ready to meet God, he thought to himself. All of a sudden his life and how he has lived it came before his eyes. Then the question came into being, how can i make peace with him. About that time the gospel meeting ended and the people file out. Still the miner remained in his pew with his head in his hands. Finally the minister touched him on his shoulder."Brother are you ready to meet the lord should he call for you". Blindly, the miner shook his head, I know i'm not, pleade help me find this peace with him. An hour passed as the minister shared the plan of salvation; the feeling was building inside of him and yet something was holding him back from ful surrender. "Its getting late the minister finally said, Go on home and think abut it and we can try again tomorrow night, the miner shook his head and said, stay with me a little longer, it must be settled tonight. Once again the minister explained the way to heaven thru salvation and prayed long and hard with the miner, but in vein. Another hour passed, the miner was crying and the minister was exhausted and it was in the early hours of the morning. "You must go home and get some rest or you will not be able to work" and i can't make this any clearer for you. The miner looked up nd when the minister saw the tears he said we shall stay as long as its needed. Once more he spoke of Jesus and how he laid his life on the cross for all of mankind so that we could be saved. He prayed again but it was in vein. The minister said look harder into your mind and think and let your heart belong to Jesus. The miner said again, "it must be settled tonight". again both of them got down on their knees and prayed and the miner finally seen the light coming toward him. I see it he said, i see it. You could see the glow on his face. Lord i give myself over to you , to your will. It is settled, i have found the peace of heaven. The two men knelt again thanking God for coming into this man's life. The next morning the miner went to work as usual. During the day he was sent to a distant part of the mine for some tools. When he did not return, his fellow workers went to look for him. They found that the walls had caved in and he was somewhere back in the debris or behind it. Working hard as they could with pick and shovel they were tring to get to their friend and co-worker. When they finally reached their friend he was dead and yet he had a smile on his face. That little urge the evening before was his signal or warning that his life was not right and the lord was about to call his number. Thats why the feeling grew some much as the time went on until the lights of heaven let him see what his future hme was about. Not a one of us can ever say or predict when our time is about to be up but if we trust in Jesus there will be signs and feelings. Thank God he cares enough.
  3. Prayer request friends!

    May the good lord stand beside you and guide the doc's hand's...speedy recovery my brother
  4. What we leave behind

    It suddenly came back to me, I hadn't thought abut him recently, been so busy other things just over took my mind, but there he was. It is like that memories are triggered sometimes by subtle changes in your life, something you see or a thought just comes to you all of a sudden and your mind wonders back to something you have seen, a person that passed through your life or a thought like, haven't I been here before, or haven't I seen this place at some point in my dreams maybe. Its almost always is never explainable how and why this happens but it is always something good about it. I heard someone say the words, "the circle of life" and there he was again. I might have missed this life changing event had it not been for the accident I came upon that day. Also I would have never met Jack. It was on a back road near where I live, as I came around the corner and saw the lights of emergency vehicles ahead. Off on one side of the road was an overturned car partially blocking one lane of the narrow country road. There was no going around this and now with cars behind me I was blocked both ways. Might as well sit still until they make a path. Police cars still coming up from behind me so we were locked in now. I felt uneasy just sitting there listening to my radio, so I got out and walking a little ways toward the accident. I stopped where a few people were already looking on. On person was saying, "I can't figure out how this happened, it's daylight, now if it was nighttime I could think he might have missed the curse because of the darkness". I was about to ask if the driver was injured, when suddenly a stretcher appeared from the other side. A blanket completely covered a body indicating that death had taken place. Another person said, "I hope he had his life in order". Do we ever said another person and then that question that seems out of place came out, "I wonder what he is leaving behind". Then there was silence when that one question had thrown all of us back to reality of what we would leave behind in a tragic moment. That's when Jack spoke up. "If all you've ever accomplished in life is a collection of possessions then you leave nothing at all". Then a woman began a brief discussion about how important she thought what she had worked for all her life was worth and which child she would leave what to. then she just turned and walked back to her car. Jack just shook his head and said, "all the things here on earth is only to use until we are called from this life, they are not to become that important that it takes the place of the real importance". God gave all of us purpose and we are to use materials things accordingly. What we take and what we leave all depends on what we give. As the group of people began to disperse I stayed back for a few minutes to speak to Jack. I knew that as odd is this might be at this moment, I knew there was a greater reason for me to be here and I can attribute this moment to a major change in my own life. As the car was set up on its wheels again and towed away, "I told Jack it was a pleasure meeting you, I do wish it was under different circumstance, "I said. Do you live nearby?, I asked. His response struck me as odd. "Close enough that we will met again, he said". Thenhe began to walk away disappearing around the corner further down the road. We never did meet again, but every once and a while something will spur my mind to think of him. The words he said, were not foolish, they were not meaningless, they were truthful. It was because of him that I began to see life in a different light and till this day I remember that man. Those few words had a big impact on me. Could he have been placed there as a angel, I mean no one has seen him since then and I didn't see him get into any car. He just disappeared as I watched and by the way he did say that we will meet again. Angels come and go when you least expect them but they are there in many forms. You never know when you have been in the presence one of God's holy representatives...........Have a blessed day and remember God loves you and so do I.
  5. only ones going to the banks are the pushers of dinar and dinar sites
  6. George Soros has always been about bending, twisting and destroying a nation to he likes........he should be brought up on charges of sponsoring terroristsand jailed for his crimes. You cannot stop a snake from bitting unless you mash it
  7. Burned Biscuits

    when I was a kid, my mom like to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage, bacon, and burned biscuits in front of my dad. He always got first serving and out of respect we knew better than to even attempt before he got what he wanted. I also remember waited to see his reaction to the biscuits. Yet all my dad did was reach for a biscuit, smile at mom and smear jelly and butter on it, and ask me if a had a good day at school. I don't remember what I told him that night because I was so into watching him eat that biscuit. When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits and I will never forget what I heard him say. Honey, I love burned biscuits every now and again. Later that night when my dad came in to give me a kiss good night, I couldn't resist asking him if he really liked burned biscuits. He smiled at me and said, 'Your mommy put in a hard day at the mill and she still came home and cooked us something to eat and she is real tired, and besides- a burned biscuit never hurt anyone and it saved hurt feelings for her efforts. Moral: Life is full of imperfect things and imperfect people. I'm not the best at hardly anything, and I forgot birthdays, and anniversaries just like a lot of people. But what I have learned over the years is to accept others faults just as I would want them to accept mine. Practicing being kind has a lot my rewards than being bitter especially with the one you call your wife or husband. Words spoken in bitter tones will damage the best of relationships. So is there really room for such treatment when you know you would nt want them treating you that way. Take the good the bad and the ugly parts of anything and take a deep breath and think what will become of this if I choose to blow it wide open, what will the outcome be. ALWAYS remember this.......Don't wash away your happiness with a bitter word. If you are served a burned biscuit make the best of it, it will not last forever. Have a blessed day.
  8. A Terrible Illness

    Yep It has settled in with me to
  9. OBITUARY: THE SAD PASSING OF COMMON SENSE

    That was cool and to the point
  10. Angel on the Highway

    If you do what is laid upon your heart to help someone in need, God is watching and he will surely bless you time and time again. We are here to do his work and it doesn't go unnoticed.
  11. Angel on the Highway

    I just had one of the most amazing experiences of my life, and I wanted to share it with my family over dinner. Iwas driving home from a meeting this evening a little after 5, got stuck in traffic on Colorado Blvd, and my car started to coke, sputter and then it just died. I barely managed to coast, cruising into a gas station, glad only that I would not be blocking traffic with horns blowing and people going crazy. At least would have a warm spot inside to wait for the tow truck. My car was dead, wouldn't even turn over. Before I could make the call, I saw a woman walking out of the station and it looked like she slipped on some ice or something, holding her head and crying. I walked over to see if I could help then I could see that she was crying like something was wrong. She was a young woman maybe in her twenties with dark circles under her eyes like she hadn't had any sleep. She dropped something as I helped her up and I picked it up and gave it to her, it was a nickel. At that moment, everything came into focus for me, the crying woman, the ancient suburban crammed full of their things with 3 kids in the back with one in a car seat and her gas pump only reading $4.35. I asked her if she was ok and did she need help and she just kept saying, please Lord help me and don't let me kids see me crying. I told her to come over to the other side of the gas pump so we could talk. She said she was driving to California to where her family was and she had run out of money and things were hard for her right now. said, "I heard you praying and the god lord heard you". She backed away from me just a little thinking was a crazy person, but I took my credit card out and swiped it s she could fill up with gas and while she was doing that I walked across the street to McDonalds and got to sacks full of food with drinks and some gift certificates for them and I big cup of coffee for her. Those kids tore into that food like wolves they were so hungry. She told me her name, and that she was living in Kansas City until now. Her boyfriend who also was the kids daddy decided he didn't want a family life and left, leaving them without money or anything to get by. She knew she wouldn't have money to pay rent coming up so she so in desperation she called her parents with whom she hadn't spoken to in 5 years because her boyfriend wouldn't allow it and they told her to come to stay with them and make a life there and they would help her get back on her feet. So she packed all their things and headed out until she was almost out of gas. I gave her my gloves and my heavier coat to help with the cold since it was winter, gave her a hug and said a quick prayer with her for their safety on the road. As I was walking over to my car, she said, "Are you like an angel or something?". This made me have tears running down my cheeks. I said, "Sweetie, at this time of year angels are really busy, so sometimes God uses regular people to do his work". It was so incredible to be part of someone else's miracle. Low and behold when I got back to my car it started right up with no problem. I'll put it in the shop tomorrow for a check anyway, but I have a sneaky feeling the mechanic will not find anything wrong with it. Sometimes the angels fly close by and put that thought in your mind that someone close by needs your help. If we are needed and we respond then when we will be rewarded.
  12. Marriage proverbs

    For those who need a laugh 1. They say marriages are made in heaven....but so is thunder and lightning 2. If you want your spouse to listen to you....talk in your sleep 3. If marriage is grand...then divorce is at least 100 grand! 4. Married life is very frustrating, in the first year of marriage, the man speaks and the woman listens. The second year the woman speaks and the man listens.....In the third year, they both speak and loudly I might add and the neighbors listens 5. When a man opens the door of his car for his wife, you can be sure of one thing: Either he has done something or his wife is new. 6. Marriage is when a man and woman become as one--the trouble starts when they are trying to decide which one. 7. Before marriage, a man will lie awake all night thinking about something she said, after marriage he will fall a asleep before she finishes 8. Every man wants a wife who is beautiful, understanding, economical and a good cook...but the law only allows one wife. 9. Every woman wants a man who is handsome, understanding, economical and a considerate lover....but again the law only allows one husband 10. Man is incomplete until he marries...after that who knows.
  13. Never want to grow old

    A recent article I read posed the question: If you could relive a summer memory what would it be. On this lazy summer's afternoon the musings of my middle age mentality have me asking a question of my own. There are so many how could I choose just one. A trip down memory lane brought me back to a tree lined street in the Roseland community- a quaint and quiet little neighborhood where we lived during my childhood. Across the tracks from our home was an indoor pool. My brothers, sisters and I would often go swimming there. One afternoon, as I ran across the tracks from the "pump" as we called it, I saw my dad in the backyard trying to set up a kiddie pool. Patience was not a virtue that he possessed which is why that pool had its liner held down with clothes pins, if he couldn't understand it or get it together fairly quickly he became disgusted and scatter things if you know what I mean. When filled to the rim the shallow water reached below my knee's, sure its wasn't like the indoor pool but we didn't let on like we were dissatisfied with it. That would have hurt dad's feelings and then ain't no telling what would have happened then up to and including tearing it all down. We knew to keep our mouths shut and enjoy what we had. It didn't stop us from splish-splashing away on those hot summer days....Call it respect, yes it was because we grew up old school where you appreciated what your parents did for you, otherwise the belt or a weeping willow limb would inflict pain on the rear end. Of course we tried to avoid this by learning to not make our parents mad. My dad also loved having backyard barbecues, thought he was far from a genius at the grill. He would make a grand production but the result would always yield the same result, hamburgers the size of the charcoal and hot dogs resembling beef jerky. He could make some killer milkshakes thought. He's dump a half gallon of Ice Cream in the big green bowl and add milk and chocolate syrup. Then he would mix it all with a hand mixer and ladle it into the tall fancy glasses usually reserved for company. Dad tried his best despite his dysfunction in cooking when mom was down at a neighbors house, besides it wasn't about the food as much as we had togetherness at the dinner table talking about everything and anything. He had respect for us kids as well to listen when we talked about things even though some of it might be corny in nature....He knew that to get respect he had to give it also. Sunday morning were always special when grandma spent the weekend with us. She would stand at the stove in her flower printed duster gown and make German pancakes. Thick pancakes that would soak up a lot of butter and syrup made your taste buds jump with joy. It's been almost 40 years since I tasted one of her special pancakes, but all I have to do is close my eyes and I can still see her standing there at the stove. With that memory, the word comfort food takes on a whole new meaning. Long car rides were also an adventure we'd do as a family on Sunday summer evenings. Dad would do the driving while we kids would sit in the back, role the windows down and let the wind blow our hair. Air Conditioning was still a few years off. heard Dad call it 4/60 air conditioning. We didn't care what it was called it worked. We'd cap the evening off with a trip to the penny candy store where everything cost only a penny each. Many a summers morning you could find mom standing at the ironing board. She'd fill a Pepsi bottle with water and pit a flower head over the end of it made with a cork to seal it. She would sprinkle the clothes with water then iron out the wrinkles. This was the way it was done long before permanent press apparel came into being. Our bed time treat rarely varied. After baths were done to rid ourselves of a days worth of dirt, she would place a pint of Ice Cream on the table and slice it four ways, perfectly equal so there would be no fussing or hurt feelings, one for each of us. Time has passed and all of us are grown up and have families of our own. Grandma, Dad and Mom have left this life to enjoy the next one. I'm sure if he is fixing them his Milk Shakes up there they are happy. What I wouldn't give as an adult to sit on the old front porch and sip a milk shake my dad had made, to laugh with grandma and have mom put her arms around me again. We can't put back what has passed on but we can relieve the memories. If you don't take time to do this then you are cheating yourself out of a lot of smiles. God gave us people in our lives to be family, friends and enjoy each others company and then he went one step further and gave us memories to remember them by until we join them again some day.....Thanks be to God for loving us enough to call us his children.
  14. Rule of Law

    Fact remains that it is not about Republican or Democrat or who's president....its about doing what's right and like I said God will take care of that if they can't find out how to for themselves.
  15. Rule of Law

    I will say this...it has taken them years to get their salaries to where they don't care how long they stay in or lose an election...their pay is the same
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