Posted on 12/11/2010 5:14:54 PM PST by Kathy in Alaska
Glad the bomber died!
A Blessed Lord's Day to you and yours.
Hey, you know me...maybe you can put my favorite recipes there..:=)
Thanks for the evening thread and ping.
Have a Blessed Lord’s Day tomorrow.
Good Evening All!
Hi oldteen! How are you doing? :)
Evenin’ teen! *hugs*
And to you!
Hmmmm...that just might work!
Thank you Kathy and a Blessed one to you as well!
I'm good, thanks.
How you doin'?
Nice to see you tonight!
A Blessed Lords Day to you and yours!
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Good evening, Nana Hope...beautiful picture. ((HUGS))
A Blessed Lord’s Day to you and yours.
Banana Oatmeal cookie batch complete!
After our plane landed on the gravel airstrip, Jay and I climbed out and entered the world of Masai Mara in Kenya. A Masai tribesman named Sammy met us and loaded our baggage into a Land Rover. Then we headed toward the camp where we would spend the next 2 days.
Stopping so we could watch the zebras and wildebeests migrating from Masai Mara to Serengeti, Sammy explained that the two massive herds travel together because the zebras have good eyesight but a poor sense of smell, and the wildebeests have bad eyesight but a good sense of smell. By traveling together, both are less vulnerable to predators. This was our first lesson from Gods revelation in creation, which Kenya has in abundance.
Just as God makes animals with different strengths and weaknesses, He makes people the same way. God made us to be dependent not only on Him but also on one another. The apostle Paul elaborated on this idea in his letter to the church in Corinth. As members of the body of Christ, we all have different gifts and abilities (1 Cor. 12:12-31).
The church is healthy only when we work together, look out for each other, and use our strengths to benefit one another.
Good evening, Sand...((HUGS))
And a Blessed Lord’s Day to you and yours.
Christmas baking started? We started with Banana Oatmeal cookies. My Mom mixed the dough, I put all of it on pans, and my Dad watched the time. Trays are out, and cookies are on wire trays. My job was to rescue the ones that fell between the slats. My Mom said, “This is fun”. d:o)
God Bless our military men and women who have given their all.
Thanks, unique.
DITTO! Thanks Kathy!
A Marine's Christmas EveTwas the night before Christmas,
He slept all alone,
In a one bedroom house
Made of plaster & stone.I had come down the chimney,
With presents to give,
And to see just who,
In this home did live.As I looked all about,
A strange sight I did see,
No tinsel, no presents,
Not even a tree.No stocking by the fire,
Just boots filled with sand.
On the wall hung pictures
Of a far distant land.With medals and badges,
Awards of all kind,
A sobering thought,
Soon came to my mind.For this house was different,
Unlike any I'd seen.
This was the home
Of a U.S. Marine.I'd heard stories about them,
I had to see more,
So I walked down the hall,
And pushed open the door.And there he lay sleeping,
Silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor,
In this one-bedroom home.He seemed so gentle,
His face so serene,
Not how I pictured
A U.S. Marine.Was this the hero,
Of whom I had read?
Curled up in his poncho,
A floor for his bed?His head was clean-shaven,
His weathered face tan.
I soon understood,
This was more than a man.I realized the families,
That I saw that night,
Owed their lives to these men,
Who were willing to fight.Soon through the nation,
The children would play,
And grown-ups would celebrate,
On a bright Christmas day.They all enjoyed freedom,
Each month and all year,
Because of Marines,
Like this one lying here.I couldnt help wonder,
How many were alone,
On a cold Christmas Eve,
In a land far from home.Just the very thought,
Brought a tear to my eye.
I dropped to my knees,
And let out a loud sigh.He must have awakened,
For I heard a rough voice,
"Santa, don't cry,
This life is my choice.I fight for freedom,
I don't ask for more.
My life is my God,
My country, my Corps."With that he rolled over,
Drifted off into sleep,
I couldn't control it,
I started to weep.I watched him for hours,
So silent and still.
I noticed he shivered,
From the cold night's chill.So I took off my jacket,
The one made of red,
And covered this Marine,
From his toes to his head.Then I saw his T-shirt,
Of scarlet and gold,
With an eagle, globe and anchor
Emblazoned so bold.And although it was not mine,
I began to swell with pride,
And for one shining moment,
I was Marine deep inside.I didn't want to leave him,
On this cold, dark night.
This guardian of honor
So willing to fight.But half asleep he rolled over,
And in a voice clean and pure,
Said "Carry on, Santa,
It's Christmas Day. All is secure."One look at my watch,
And I knew he was right,
Merry Christmas my friend,
Semper Fi and goodnight.
Good evening, Kathy...((HUGS))
Hang onto your Dad as long as you can. A blessing to still have your Dad.
Haven’t started baking here yet. This year Christmas will be a little more low key than normal.
Praying
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