Amy's Place .. Poetry and Potpourri .. Mar. 17-18, 2004

3-17-04 | JustAmy, St.Louie1 and MamaBear

[JustAmy]

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[T'wit]

>> I hope Indiana warms up by the end of May.

It will, it will. Anything south of highway 40 (which goes smack through the middle of the state and the middle of Indianapolis) gets downright "suthun." In fact, the area had a lot of Confederate sympathizers in Civil War days.

[T'wit]

It does sound weird, doesn't it?, for Kerry to whine about attack ads while he's boasting about the medals he won in Vietnam.

[T'wit]

>> "Farewell To The Creeks"

Is that a cure for my back pains?

[The Mayor]

March 18, 2004

Friends Listen

Read: Job 13:1-9

Oh, that you would be silent, and it would be your wisdom! —Job 13:5

Bible In One Year: Deuteronomy 32-34; Mark 15:26-47

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It is about 9 in the evening. My wife Ginny and I are sitting in our living room. I'm reading a book. Suddenly she says, "Honey, I want to talk with you for a few minutes." She begins to talk—then she abruptly asks, "Are you listening?"

I'm tempted to reply, "Of course I am. I'm only 2 feet away from you." But actually my mind is still on what I'm reading. I need to close the book and give my full attention to what Ginny is saying. She deserves that from me.

Job too was frustrated because his friends weren't paying attention to what he was saying to them. He sensed that while he was talking they were planning their next response. They were bent on trying to convince him that his suffering was punishment for sin in his life. They were not listening to the deep cry of Job's heart.

Many of us are poor listeners too. Teenagers can be frustrated because their parents always have a quick answer, when actually they just want someone to listen to their struggles and accept them. One teen said, "Sometimes I would just like to talk until I know what I want to say."

Deep relationships are built on acceptance, understanding, and being a good listener. —Herb Vander Lugt

When our friends encounter suffering,
We can help them if we're near;
Some may need a word of comfort,
Others just a listening ear. —Sper

Listening may be the most loving thing you do today.

[The Mayor]

Oh, that you would be silent, and it would be your wisdom! —Job 13:5

Listening may be the most loving thing you do today.

[Conspiracy Guy]

This plan just might work if the terrorists are members of the Camp Fire Girls.

CG

[Conspiracy Guy]

Great job Amy.

Ping to CG Ping list.

[xsmommy]

kudos!

[WhyisaTexasgirlinPA]

Another bullseye CG....... I like Kerry in the center of that bullseye too!

[OESY]

Chocolate chip cookies?

[Conspiracy Guy]

Great picture of the QUAGMIRE isn't it?

[Conspiracy Guy]

I'm sneaky that way.

[Conspiracy Guy]

Smores

[Laura Earl]

That is great!

[Conspiracy Guy]

quagmire indeed. I finally figured out that Kerry really believes what he says about Iraq. "We've been there a year and there is no end in sight" he has said. Well for a guy that was in Nam for 4 months, 1 year is a long time. He has WADD War Attention Deficit Disorder.

[Laura Earl]

I can barely stand to watch clips of Kerry on the news...so pompous!!

[Jen]

Hey FRiends, it's "Paper Dress Day".

Hmmmmmmm, make of that what you will....

Paper dolls, maybe? Wear a dress made of paper? Not sure, but it could be interesting!

[Conspiracy Guy]

yep

[Conspiracy Guy]

I'll have to be careful not to get a nasty paper cut.

CG

[OESY]

Entry in Paper Dress Day Contest:

The Queen of the Trolls

O Helena, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine!
To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne?
Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show
Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!
That pure congealed white, high Taurus snow,
Fann’d with the eastern wind, turns to a crow
When thou hold’st up thy hand: O, let me kiss
This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss!

-Demetrius to Helena, in
A MidSummer Night’s Dream