Posted on 07/23/2004 5:31:01 AM PDT by Billie
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Thank you, Mojo. I certainly understand the "time" thing, seems to be a problem for all of us most of the time.
Good Night All
Lol! Those kitties are sweet, sweet, sweet! Look at those faces! {sigh} I LOVE KITTIES! :^D
Happy Saturday morning to all the Finest!
Where is everybody? I'm already on my third cup of coffee!
Read: Hosea 14
I will heal their backsliding. I will love them freely. —Hosea 14:4
Bible In One Year: Psalms 35-36; Acts 25
I’ll never forget the painful lesson I learned in early childhood about disobedience. My father, who had been mowing our lawn, interrupted his work to go shopping. He left the push mower standing near some flowers and ordered me not to touch it while he was gone. But I disobeyed him and gave it a push. To my shock, the mower veered and knocked over several flowers.
When Dad returned, I blubbered,“I didn’t mean to do it!”Wisely, he replied,“Why did you do it then?”I knew the truth—I did mean to push the mower. My sin wasn’t that I mowed the flowers down, it was that I disobeyed my father.
This childhood lesson is a reminder to be sorry for disobedience and not just the consequences. Rather than blubber to God,“I didn’t mean to do it,”I do what Hosea told wayward Israel to do:“Take words [of repentance] with you, and return to the Lord”(Hosea 14:2). I tell the Lord honestly that I knew His will but chose to disobey, and I cry out for His mercy. Praise God, He forgives!
Are you grieved that you chose to disobey, and not merely sorry about the consequences? Then“take words with you, and return to the Lord”today. He promises to forgive you of your sin, for He loves you freely (v.4). —Joanie Yoder
good morning to both of you
Well - I didn't go to sleep until after 3:30 a.m., unable to sleep, and read half a book!
Slothful, eh, rising at 8:30 and easing into the day ---
About those wandering-to-my-door kitties, when we built our house in the woods 20 miles south of Greensboro, NC, there were only two -- Nuff (a stray striped alley cat, who either had E-Nuff petting, or couldn't GET E-Nuff petting..:)) - and Snuggles, the one my daughter couldn't take with her and lived to age 17 with me.
In that lovely country setting, however, we were a target for persons wanting to dump litters or the no longer wanted, hoping for the best.
Soon we had "Boyo" - grown fella with the sweetest of dispositions. Nuff Kitty snubbed him, highly irritated, but he kept lying next to her on the hearth rug before the fireplace, putting his back against her, and she soon was loving it...
He was the one who came across the room to warm me with his stretched out body when I was wracked with chills from high fever from pyelonephritis...vanished when I was hospitalized for 5 days - looking for me??
Next was on a dark and rainy Halloween night - a tiny black kitten cried at the door, and I named her Little Kittle...the next Halloween she had 4 Other Little Kittles for whom I had to find homes.
Now, mind you, Snuggles was a solid black cat - and Little Kittle was, too. One morning as we left to go to work and turned from the driveway to the ascending hill, there in the road was our beloved Snuggles - run over by a car.
Had to hastily stretch her out beside the drive and get to work - in the evening had a burial service in the woods near the house.
Cooking dinner in the kitchen a little later, through the always-open sliding doors to the back deck (so the kitties could come and go at will), in strolled SNUGGLES!!!
I shrieked at the sight of my "Resurrected Kitty"!!
Careful examination of the eyes, however, revealed we had buried Little Kittle - not Snuggles..:)) - and we brought her with us to South Carolina.
(Nuff had had a tragic demise I will not relate again here.)
Inherited my one and only present cat, Binky Boy, from a niece who was highly allergic to him...since she worked in a Neonatal Intensive Care Unit in Charleston on 12-hour shifts, he had been neutered and declawed. He thus never ever goes outdoors - has a screened in carport porch of his own to "be" outside, or in, if he chooses.
He is very much a Mommy's Boy, loving to talk and sing with me..:))
Weinie
Weinie
Ah, the Sweet Mysteries of Life..:))
Here I am slidin' on a banana peel.
Truth is, I love doggies and kitties and ALL of God's critters...:))
We'll get to see them all with you one Phine Day, Weinie ---
Thanks Mayor. This is truly GOOD news!
:-))
Amen
Please don't put the banana in the ice box.
When we first lived here, it was still out in the country, so people would occasionally drop kitties off at our place, and I also always had at least several cats of my own! They all had distinct personalities, and I loved some "as pets," and some as friends, and/or family members. My best friends were The Toy, Black Kitty, and The Fang-Face, but I have loved a LOT of other kitties! My Fang-Face was my last, and it will probably be awhile before I can have another. But, someday I will! : )
How wonderful that Alec ("I'd STONE Henry Hide to death!") Baldwin has a brother that belongs to our Lord! Perhaps Steven will someday be the instrument for Alec's, or some other family member's, Salvation!
A wonderful original name, KM...:))
You missed my narrative a couple of months ago about the First Kitty I had at age 9 1/2. We were moving from Coral Gables, Florida up to Melbourne, and just as we were about to get in the station wagon and checking the house, a kitten dashed into the kitchen. The door under the sink was open - she found a scorpion that had been disturbed, and it bit her, causing paralysis.
With nowhere to leave her, my father relented and let me bring her along in my doll's cradle, lying on her back on a doll blanket for a cushion.
She was esconced on a blanket-covered cushion in a large wicker basket by the fireplace in the new house, and carried in it out to the sunshine periodically - eventually recovered.
My father had a vivid imagination, and came up with her name - -
Kitsuellen-katzenberger-burgalaroosky-borscovich - - sung rapidly without any pauses.
(Kitsue for short..:))
That has never left my mind to this very day!
I love that story!
About time you showed up..:))
How is your aunt?
Oh how precious.
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