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Amy's Place ... Poetry and Potpourri ... March, 2011
3-1-2011 | JustAmy; St.Louie1; MamaBear; Billie; Meg33

Posted on 03/01/2011 1:23:44 AM PST by JustAmy




Welcome To....



'Amy's Place' welcomes all poets
and those who enjoy poetry.
'Amy's Place' is more than just about poetry.
Come in, relax, and share with fellow FReepers
your thoughts about any of the things on the *Menu*.

Enjoy! :)












Never Forget!






Bad Penny




Amy's personal guardian ~
the ever charming, lovable, huggable,

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Many thanks for stopping by. : )











TOPICS: Humor; Miscellaneous; Poetry; The Poetry Branch
KEYWORDS: amysplace; friends; march; poetry
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To: Raven6
Peaceful sleep, Raven!

Have a wonderful Saturday.

Please come back and visit soon! We are always sharing childhood memories! :)

2,481 posted on 03/25/2011 10:17:03 PM PDT by oldteen
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To: JustAmy

I love Nat! Thank you, Amy!


2,482 posted on 03/25/2011 10:27:08 PM PDT by yorkie (Our POTUS makes me think the person I detested the MOST -- would have been better! (Hillary))
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To: All

My Son’s Comforting Angels

After a near fatal accident, a young boy shares his glimpse of eternity.

By Todd Burpo

The Fourth of July holiday calls up memories of patriotic parades, the savory scents of smoky barbecue, sweet corn, and night skies bursting with showers of light. But for my family, the July Fourth weekend of 2003 was a big deal for other reasons.

My wife, Sonja, and I had planned to take the kids to visit Sonja’s brother, Steve, and his family in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. It would be our first chance to meet our nephew, Bennett. But the biggest deal of all was this: this trip would be the first time we’d left our hometown of Imperial, Nebraska, since a family trip to Greeley, Colorado, in March had turned into the worst nightmare of our lives.

To put it bluntly, the last time we had taken a family trip, one of our children almost died. But we packed up a weekend’s worth of paraphernalia in our blue Ford Expedition and got our family ready to head north. Cassie, age six, and Colton, four, were excited.

It wasn’t quite 10 p.m. when we pulled onto Jeffers Street in North Platte and I noticed we were passing through the traffic light where, if we turned left, we’d wind up at the Great Plains Regional Medical Center. That was where we’d spent fifteen nightmarish days in March, much of it on our knees, praying for God to spare Colton’s life.

“Do you remember the hospital, Colton?” Sonja said.

“Yes, Mommy, I remember,” he said. “That’s where the angels sang to me.”

Inside the Expedition, time froze. Sonja and I looked at each other, passing a silent message: Did he just say what I think he said?

Sonja leaned over and whispered, “Has he talked to you about angels before?” I shook my head. “You?” She shook her head.

I spotted an Arby’s, pulled into the parking lot, and switched off the engine. Twisting in my seat, I peered back at Colton. In that moment, I was struck by his smallness, his little boyness. He was really just a little guy who still spoke with an endearing (and sometimes embarrassing) call-it-like-you-see-it innocence.

Finally, I plunged in: “Colton, you said that angels sang to you while you were at the hospital?”

He nodded his head vigorously.

“What did they sing to you?”

Colton turned his eyes up and to the right, the attitude of remembering. “Well, they sang ‘Jesus Loves Me’ and ‘Joshua Fought the Battle of Jericho,’” he said earnestly. “I asked them to sing ‘We Will, We Will Rock You,’ but they wouldn’t sing that.”

As Cassie giggled softly, I noticed that Colton’s answer had been quick and matter-of-fact, without a hint of hesitation.

Sonja and I exchanged glances again. What’s going on? Did he have a dream in the hospital?

And one more unspoken question: What do we say now?

A natural question popped into my head: “Colton, what did the angels look like?”

He chuckled at what seemed to be a memory. “Well, one of them looked like Grandpa Dennis, but it wasn’t him, ’cause Grandpa Dennis has glasses.”

Then he grew serious. “Dad, Jesus had the angels sing to me because I was so scared. They made me feel better.”

Jesus?

I glanced at Sonja again and saw that her mouth had dropped open. I turned back to Colton. “You mean Jesus was there?”

My little boy nodded as though reporting nothing more remarkable than seeing a ladybug in the front yard. “Yeah, Jesus was there.”

“Well, where was Jesus?”

Colton looked me right in the eye. “I was sitting in Jesus’ lap.”

If there are Stop buttons on conversations, that was one of them right there.

I ventured another question. “Colton, where were you when you saw Jesus?”

He looked at me as if to say, Didn’t we just talk about this? “At the hospital. You know, when Dr. O’Holleran was working on me.”

“Well, Dr. O’Holleran worked on you a couple of times, remember?” I said. Colton had both an emergency appendectomy and then an abdominal clean-out. “Are you sure it was at the hospital?”

Colton nodded. “Yeah, at the hospital. When I was with Jesus, you were praying, and Mommy was talking on the phone.”

What?

That definitely meant he was talking about the hospital. But how in the world did he know where we had been?

“But you were in the operating room, Colton,” I said. “How could you know what we were doing?”

“’Cause I could see you,” Colton said matter-of-factly. “I went up out of my body and I was looking down and I could see the doctor working on my body. And I saw you and Mommy. You were in a little room by yourself, praying; and Mommy was in a different room, and she was praying and talking on the phone.”

Colton’s words rocked me to my core. Sonja’s eyes were wider than ever, but she said nothing, just stared at me and absently bit into her sandwich.

That was all the information I could handle at that point. I started the engine, steered the Expedition back onto the street, and pointed us toward South Dakota. Our little boy had said some pretty incredible stuff—and he had backed it up with credible information, things there was no way he could have known. We had not told him what we were doing while he was in surgery, under anesthesia, apparently unconscious.

Over and over, I kept asking myself, How could he have known? But by the time we rolled across the South Dakota state line, I had another question: Could this be real?


2,483 posted on 03/25/2011 11:15:49 PM PDT by Dubya (JESUS SAVES)
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To: Raven6

What a great tribute you’ve shared about your Grandpa.

Thank You. Brings back memories of my Mom and Dad and Grandmas and Grandpa. I only knew my mom’s dad and enjoyed listening to his Swedish accent. Dad’s dad passed before my birth but Dad shared a lot of stories about growing up with 12 sisters and brothers.


2,484 posted on 03/25/2011 11:44:04 PM PDT by Diver Dave
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To: potlatch

Two words...dump truck. lol


2,485 posted on 03/26/2011 12:39:48 AM PDT by dixiechick2000 ("First they ignore you, then they ridicule you, then they fight you, then you win." - Gandhi)
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To: jaycee

GG Jaycee's Dear Braelyn

*Wishing You A Wonderful Party*

2,486 posted on 03/26/2011 3:31:57 AM PDT by MEG33 (God Bless Our Military Men And Women)
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To: potlatch; tiapam; jaycee

Thank you!
I just got a pot my daughter brought from her house in Houston where she had them all over ..I am crossing my fingers that they survive here..Her yard was a vision with so many red Amaryllis blooming this time of year..


2,487 posted on 03/26/2011 3:55:13 AM PDT by MEG33 (God Bless Our Military Men And Women)
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To: yorkie

Being able to use the powdered eggs in baking is appealing..Sorry your package had a leak.

I am up so I am posting early.... My best wishes coming next for (((you)))..


2,488 posted on 03/26/2011 4:09:08 AM PDT by MEG33 (God Bless Our Military Men And Women)
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To: yorkie
Happy Birthday

Dear Yorkie
Have A Wonderful Day!


2,489 posted on 03/26/2011 4:12:04 AM PDT by MEG33 (God Bless Our Military Men And Women)
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To: JustAmy

I can’t believe this priceless list came from Letterman!
Thanks, Amy


2,490 posted on 03/26/2011 4:19:16 AM PDT by MEG33 (God Bless Our Military Men And Women)
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To: JustAmy

I can’t believe this priceless list came from Letterman!
Thanks, Amy


2,491 posted on 03/26/2011 4:19:18 AM PDT by MEG33 (God Bless Our Military Men And Women)
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To: Raven6
I will be kind but mostly I'll be truthful. Your poem touched my heart and by the end, I became teary-eyed. Thank you for sharing your sweet and tender tale of your grandfather. If only we all could write our memories down as you have.

The enjoyment of sitting in the dark on a front porch swing on a breezy summer night, and recognizing the smell of the rain that was headed our way. The peaceful, rhythmic sounds of trees frogs and "katy-dids", and the seemingly infinite little lights of the lightening bugs. This was my summer, growing up... Oh to be able to repeat those days. But we all know how that goes... So I hold the lantern.

I know you won't mind my saying that your descriptive writing is as poetic as your poetry. Thank you for taking me down 'memory lane' on the Saturday morning and we hope you will come back to Amy's Place regularly!

2,492 posted on 03/26/2011 5:07:15 AM PDT by jaycee ((("His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me.")))
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To: yorkie
Dear Yorkie


My birthday wish for you today
Is for all good things to come your way.
Laughter and love, health and peace,
Beauty and joy that never cease.

2,493 posted on 03/26/2011 6:00:03 AM PDT by jaycee ((("His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me.")))
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To: JustAmy; yorkie

Ramblin’ Rose.....Just beautiful, I remember it well.


2,494 posted on 03/26/2011 6:05:42 AM PDT by jaycee ((("His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me.")))
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To: MEG33

Meg, Thank you....you are so sweet! Truly!!


2,495 posted on 03/26/2011 6:11:53 AM PDT by jaycee ((("His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me.")))
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To: JustAmy

I loved this but I am as surprised as everyone else is that those words came from Letterman. He usually spends all his time griping about Republicans. (the little I see him). Leno is my choice but lately I am turning on him, too, as he has become so radical against the Right.


2,496 posted on 03/26/2011 6:16:56 AM PDT by jaycee ((("His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me.")))
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To: yorkie

Cute graphic!


2,497 posted on 03/26/2011 6:19:54 AM PDT by jaycee ((("His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me.")))
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To: Dubya

Thank you, Dubya!


2,498 posted on 03/26/2011 6:24:04 AM PDT by jaycee ((("His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me.")))
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To: dixiechick2000

I checked your homepage and my oh my, how I loved that foot stepping out those “Chicks”.....wonderful. By the way I don’t see them anymore, have they been run out of town?? Probably wishful thinking on my part....LOL!


2,499 posted on 03/26/2011 6:28:08 AM PDT by jaycee ((("His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me.")))
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Over the top!


2,500 posted on 03/26/2011 6:36:54 AM PDT by The Mayor (Where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is Liberty!)
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