Please pray
If it does not change tonight he will need to go in for blood work as it could be the thyroid .
Please also pray for my neighbors Pat and Paul.
Paul is suffering increasing dementia, Pat is exhausted.
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You Are Dependable and Trustworthy |
![]() You approach the holidays with drive and determination. You're usually the one who does all of the organizing and work. You love being in charge of Christmas dinner, decorating the tree, and picking out presents. You know that everything will be perfect, as long as you're the one behind the wheel. Of all the types, you're the most likely to search far and wide to find the best deal on the gifts you give. You're also the most likely to have a very detailed system for how you wrap and label presents. |
Your Christmas is Most Like: Miracle on 34th Street |
![]() Sweet and caring, Christmas is about helping for you. While Santa may not exist, you try to share his spirit. |
Your Christmas is Modern |
![]() Your wish for the New Year is more happiness. For you, Christmas is a spiritual holiday. You can't separate it from your beliefs. You are patient when it comes to Christmas. You don't celebrate too early, and you don't like seeing holiday decorations in October. You like Christmas traditions, but you're not uptight about them. You do things your way. You like to celebrate Christmas your own way, and you don't like to have to compromise. You enjoy Christmas more than anyone you know. Some might call it an obsession! You give a big during the holidays but nowhere near as much as you'd like to. |
You Are Hot Chocolate |
![]() Your holiday personality is generous. The holidays are your favorite time to practice the art of giving. You enjoy picking out presents, sharing treats, and making everyone's day a little brighter. And you don't even notice if you don't get anything in return. |
You Can Say "Merry Christmas" in 7 Languages |
![]() You can say "Merry Christmas" in: English Spanish Japanese German Italian Swedish Esperanto |
Having Too Much To Do Is What Stresses You Out About the Holidays |
![]() You love the holidays. You love them so much that you end up taking on too many responsibilities. Your heart is in the right place, but you don't have the time to get it all done. Consider doing a little less. Don't bake that last batch of cookies or go for that Christmas Eve shopping run. You'll still be giving the people you love what they want most... time with you! |
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RED MARBLES
I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas. I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes. Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr.. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me. 'Hello Barry, how are you today?' 'H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas. They sure look good.' 'They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?' 'Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time.' 'Good. Anything I can help you with?' 'No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas.' 'Would you like to take some home?' asked Mr. Miller. 'No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with.' 'Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?' 'All I got's my prize marble here.' 'Is that right? Let me see it' said Miller. 'Here 'tis. She's a dandy.' 'I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?' the store owner asked. 'Not zackley but almost..' 'Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble'.Mr. Miller told the boy. 'Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.' Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile she said, 'There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store.' I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado , but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their barteringfor marbles. Several years went by, each more rapid than the previousone. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned thatMr. Miller had died. They were having his visitation that evening and knowing myfriends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet therelatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could. Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, darksuits and white shirts...all very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket. Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one,each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left themortuary awkwardly , wiping his eyes. Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was andreminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband's bartering formarbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket. 'Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim 'traded' them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size....they cameto pay their debt.' 'We've never had a great deal of the wealth of thisworld,' she confided, 'but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho. ' With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles. The Moral : We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take,but by the moments that take our breath.. Today I wish you a day of ordinary miracles ~ A fresh potof coffee you didn't make yourself...An unexpected phone call from an old friend...Green stoplights on your way towork...The fastest line at the grocery store...A good sing-along song on the radio...Your keys found right whereyou left them. Send this to the people you'll never forget. I just Did... IT'S NOT WHAT YOU GATHER, BUT WHAT YOU SCATTER THATTELLS WHAT KIND OF LIFE YOU HAVE LIVED
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What interests those around you???...
What do they dream of someday doing, or becoming???...
How can you gift them with an acknowledge that you care about those dreams?
Now lets get those thinking caps on, monies or no...
I have confidence in ya all that gifts will be coming forth from your hearts.
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