Amy's Place ... Poetry and Potpourri ... February, 2012

2-1-2012 | JustAmy; St.Louie1; MamaBear; Billie; Many Friends

[Twinkie]

We have an electric central heating system. When the temp outside gets below freezing, the thing just runs and runs on auxiliary heat and just blows COLD AIR. We did get four little electric space heaters which help a lot. Also have a wood stove that will just about take over the job just tamped down to low, then the central system doesn’t even come on.

We also close the doors upstairs so the heat is kept downstairs; then in the summer, we open the upstairs doors so the hot air downstairs goes up to those rooms. No one stays up there often anyway.

[ColdOne]

Good for you!!!! Prayers still!

[lonestar]

Wow...you’re one smart little gal, Weinie! :)

I know.

Weinie

[The Mayor]

Thank you! Prayers do work!!!!

[Diver Dave]

Hope everything goes well with your tests and you and your doc are able get everything corrected and in order.

Meanwhile, you are included my prayers.

[ConorMacNessa]

Thanks very much, Dave!



Etiam non princeps sed usque ad genua, Principis Pacis!

Listen, O isles, unto me; and hearken, ye people, from far; The LORD hath called me from the womb; from the bowels of my mother hath he made mention of my name. (Isaiah 49:1 KJV)

[Diver Dave]

Congratulations, Rus.
Hope your demonstration leads to more and more sales.

[Diver Dave]

(((HUGS to ALL!)))

Hugs and prayers right back to you.

[Diver Dave]

BTW, My chemo was postponed today. R & W blood counts were too low so it’s back again next week.

[oldteen]

Sorry to hear that, DD. And I was praying you could relax until surgery! Always something, isn’t it?

[The Mayor]

Freep mail me to be on or off the Daily Bread ping list

Pleading The Lord’s Cause
February 3, 2012

Charles Finney, a 29-year-old lawyer, was concerned about his soul’s salvation. On October 10, 1821, he retreated to a wooded area near his home for a time of prayer. While there, he had a profound conversion experience. He wrote: “The Holy Spirit . . . seemed to go through me, body and soul. . . . Indeed it seemed to come in waves of liquid love.”

The next day, he met with a client who had come to him for legal representation. Finney told him: “I have a retainer from the Lord Jesus Christ to plead His cause and cannot plead yours.” He left his law practice and entered the ministry. Later, he would be used mightily of God to bring others to Christ.

The apostle Paul was also called to plead the Lord’s cause. He wrote, “I am appointed for the defense of the gospel” (Phil. 1:17). The word translated “defense” was used in the ancient world for an attorney pleading his case in a court of law. All believers are called to share the wonderful news of the saving grace of God. “Now then, we are ambassadors for Christ, as though God were pleading through us: we implore you on Christ’s behalf, be reconciled to God” (2 Cor. 5:20).

What a great privilege to be used of God to bring others to Christ!

Do we really care for those
Who live beneath God’s wrath?
The gospel must be shared with them,
To turn them from death’s path. —Sper

The good news of Christ is too good to keep to yourself.

Read: Philippians 1:12-18

I am appointed for the defense of the gospel. —Philippians 1:17

Bible in a year:
Leviticus 20-23

[jaycee]

~Wearing Red~

[jaycee]

What a lovely story in your message today, Mayor! Thank you for this message.

And I’m glad you got to share your great news on Amy’s Place. I have a feeling that things might be looking better for the future for your business. Thats what we all pray for and it may be happening. Please keep us updated all along. And be careful in your travels!

[JustAmy]

WOW ... sounds wonderful, Rus. Congratulations!!

[JustAmy]

You have been in my prayers, DD. Praying that the blood count improves so you can finish the chemo treatments and get the surgery scheduled.

We are here praying that all goes well.

[JustAmy]

February 3, 2012

"Wear Red" Friday

You will soon see a lot of people wearing Red on Fridays. Here's why..... The Americans, who support our troops, are the silent majority. We are not "organized" to reflect who we are, or to reflect what our opinions are. Many Americans, like yourself, and all their friends, simply want to recognize that Americans support our troops. Our idea of showing our solidarity and support for our troops is starting Friday and continuing on each and every Friday, until this is over, that every red-blooded American who supports our young men and women, WEAR SOMETHING RED.

Word of mouth, press, TV -- let's see if we can make the United States, on any given Friday, a sea of red much like a home football game at a University. If every one of our memberships share this with other acquaintances, fellow workers, friends, and neighbors, I guarantee that it will not be long before the USA will be covered in RED - and make our troops know there are many people thinking of their well-being. You will feel better all day Friday when you wear Red! So let's get the word out and lead by example; wear RED on Fridays.

SUPPORT OUR TROOPS! WE LIVE IN THE LAND OF THE FREE, BECAUSE OF THE BRAVE. FOR US, THEIR BLOOD RUNS RED!! GOD BLESS AMERICA.

From an email on June 10th, 2006 - the author is unknown.

[JustAmy]

Graphic by Billie

[JustAmy]

Graphic by Billie

[left that other site]

Happy Friday!

What Does a Bald Nudist Wear On Friday?
A Red Rug.



ML/LTOS
(El Kabong)

[JustAmy]

The cowboy lay sprawled across three entire seats in the posh Amarillo theatre.

When the usher came by and noticed this he whispered to the cowboy, "Sorry, sir, but you're only allowed one seat."

The cowboy groaned but didn't budge. The usher became more impatient. "Sir, if you don't get up from there, I'm going to have to call the manager. The cowboy just groaned.

The usher marched briskly back up the aisle. In a moment he returned with the manager. Together the two of them tried repeatedly to move the cowboy, but with no success.

Finally, they summoned the police. The cop surveyed the situation briefly then asked, "All right buddy, what's you're name?" "Sam," the cowboy moaned. "Where ya from, Sam?" With pain in his voice Sam replied.... "The balcony."