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Posted on 11/30/2008 10:15:39 PM PST by JustAmy
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G’night, JC! Sweet dreams!
There is probably nothing we can do which bugs me.
Thank you to Everyone for the Pings!
“There is probably nothing we can do which bugs me.”
Yes there is!
First put together any friends and do a small call-in to the congressional types and vent! (there is a flier’s bill of rights being worked on right now check google) Ask the congress critters of their mother’s ought to be so handled? Demand some common sense be applied, old ladies are NOT terrorists! One of the saddest picture I ever saw was of a TSA employee (A young woman in a Muslim head scarf no less), frisking a grey haired Roman Catholic NUN! It was in the Detroit airport and the sheer dichotomy of that image says it all. Enough people bitch and congress will apply pressure to change the stupidity, if not we have to accept it and shut up.
Second, same folks do like my friends here have, and send letter to the airlines, that as long as this is going on, you’d rather travel by train thank you. (two of them got a massive discount on tickets)
Third,reduce your time in the hands of the TSA gestapo, do as I have, ship your ‘luggage’ to hotels by fed-ex. If you call, they will often be happy to receive them and even let Fed-ex pick them up at the desk. Even a good way to ship stuff back from vacation, you only have to deal with carry-on, and Fed-ex has never lost a thing.
Fourth, do as some here have, combine vacations with friends and neighbors and do charter a plane. Some of the chater services fly with empty seats and they will work with a group to make a few bucks more. May need some flexibility, but you might be surprised what you can do.
Fifth, Do take the train, make the trip the vacation and see America in a new way, its pretty interesting from a train, beats looking at America from 35,000 feet, and the seats are a damn sight more comfortable and they serve real food!
‘Over-Qualified’
Like a fragile clockwork over-wound
A creative mind constrained feels bound
A will to create, to build, held back
Must rebel at the possibilities redact
Solutions come to the mind so swift
For problems needing an easy lift
But no one wants them, and away you turn
Who wants a result, you might as well burn
It is sad to be redundant, no good to serve
Where your contribution seems to swerve
And you watch them do it the hard way
Bitter, for you are not allowed to have a say
Shunned by those who have not the wit
To appreciate the possibilities here a bit
The creative mind rails at the needless slight
For it still sees answers but its too tied to fight
Hours before 2007 began, some friends of ours in the UK were aboard their boat, anticipating the arrival of the new year, when a violent storm struck. But they were able to send us this reassuring note: “John and Linda are sitting on board the good ship Norna, and happy to say that we are secure. . . . The wind is storm force ten [48-55 knots]. Hope that all of you have a happy and prosperous new year.”
Jesus’ disciples also encountered a stormy experience. They were on the Sea of Galilee when a windstorm whipped up (Mark 6:48). The storm was so violent that despite being experienced fishermen who knew the lake well, they feared for their lives. But Jesus walked out to them and saved them.
No one can predict with certainty how stormy the new year will be. We do know, though, that everyone will face storms. But we who have Jesus have our future securely moored to Him. Jesus, who did not fail us in the past, will not fail us in the future.
Lewis Edgar Jones aptly described our situation in his old hymn:
How will you fare in the storms of the new year? If you’re anchored in Jesus, you have nothing to fear.
I have been conflicted for years about the Sabbath and as you I still think it should be Saturday. Any explanation I have gotten over the years just doesn’t seem to make sense.
Just FYI, I don’t write the Daily Breads, I simply post them from their site.
Good Morning Billie!
I just love this sweet photo and poem. I am going to try and save both, as on Valentine’s Day ‘09.... hubby and I will celebrate our 50th Wedding Anniversary. I am putting together a book and would love this poem and graphic!!!!
Nice!
Polly
Good Morning Mayor...
Wow, I haven’t heard that song “ Anchored in Jesus” in years.
Was a song I grew up singing. What a good reminder that no matter what 2009 brings our way, Jesus is at the Helm of the ship!
Polly
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agree on Sabbath
The Sabbath is Saturday
The Lord’s Day is Sunday
I am a Christian that observes the Sabbath!
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Good morning, Polly! Thank you - I hope the graphics save the way they should for you - they will be perfect for your anniversary book. Growing old together is what we all hope to do when we say "I do" - sometimes it doesn't work out that way, but how wonderful when it does. :)
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