Posted on 09/27/2005 9:03:32 PM PDT by JustAmy
It's nice to have a source.
I have to share mine with Dr. Wayne Dyer.
And don't forget sharing with Amy. :)
Wonderful, Jack.
I love you kitty poems. Marissa now has a kitty. She wanted to name her Simon but I finally persuaded her to name her Simone. Simone is 3 months old.
Simon would be a good name for a cat, Amy.
Even a female.
I had a female Toy Collie/Lab Mix named Bacchus.
She was a gorgeous, wonderful dog. Though she would howl whenever a police car, firetruck or ambulance turned its siren on. And would continue until the vehicle paseed out of her earshot, which was exceptional.
Jack.
Millie and Max howl when they hear coyotes or sirens. Since we live in the country, we don't hear them often (sirens that is). We do hear the coyotes at certain times of the year.
Simone attacks me everytime I walk by. I ask myself "Why did we pick a playful kitten?" She is a muted calico.
I still don't know whether it was Simone or Marissa that broke my lamp. :) Probably both.
I looked for your poem about the kitten and the brown paper bag but could not find it.
I thought that I'd saved all of the poems. :(
Not this time. The thread had only been posted about 30 minutes before you got here. LOL. Usually you come dragging in when the thread is three days old. Now THAT's being late! LOL......(I'm teasing you, I know babychick keeps you busy and we love it whenever you can stop by - even if we are all gone by the time you get here.) ;-)
Nicely done, Amy. It's great to see Amy's Place on FR again. :-)
Amy:
You should know by now that you don't pick a kitten or cat.
It picks you.
Find yourself a red Laser Pointer. Then play the tiny red dot along the floor and walls. That will tired Simone out to the point where she'll stop attacking your feet.
Jack.
PS: How's Max doing?... Is he still keeping close to home?
Thanks, MamaBear.
NicknamedBob thinks I need some new material. Ya think I should start sending him graphics again?
I adore Max but I think he considers it his job to find a way out of the yard.
He has been staying close to home but I wish he would stay in!
He gets out of the back yard and comes to the front door.
When he got out last week, Simone was in the front. I don't know if he would hurt her but I had a rough time keeping him away from her. They usually check out each other through the glass door.
I think that is a great idea. I'm sure he has many more poems in him. :-)
So, how many do you have now, three dogs and a kitten?
Good morning every one.
Good Morning, Gail!
Those West Coast folks sure keep some odd hours, don't they?
September 28, 2005
Marching Into A Closet
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Author and pastor Stuart Briscoe writes about a funeral for a war veteran in which the man's military buddies had a role in the service. The friends requested that the minister lead them to the casket for a moment of silence. They would then follow the pastor out a side door.
The plan was carried out with military precisionuntil the minister marched them into a broom closet. The soldiers had to make an awkward retreat.
That pastor made an honest mistake, but it illustrates that leaders must know where they are going. As go the leaders, so go the followers.
The apostle Paul left Titus on the island of Crete to establish a witness for Jesus Christ. Titus was to appoint leaders for the growing band of believers. Except for preaching the gospel, nothing Titus did for the Christians on Crete was more important than finding the right leadership for them.
Church leaders are to meet the standards set forth in Titus 1:6-9 and guide others to greater maturity in their relationship with Christ. And followers must lovingly hold their spiritual leaders accountable to those goals.
Whether you're leading or following, know where you're goingor you may end up in a closet. Haddon Robinson
The only leader worth following is one who is following Christ.
Hello Amy! It's good to see you again!
(stolen) Borrowed from another thread this AM.... /d
Just a short one, my creative juices are flowing....
Never forget, always remember
The fateful day of mid September
When evil abroad, reared it's head here
To instill in our hearts, panick and fear
They awoke in us, a massive resolve
Our mission hereon, must be to dissolve
The hate of an enemy, spawned by darkness
Which bears no honor, but cowardly starkness
For the souls that we lost, we must persevere
We must fight for the values, we hold so dear
Our freedoms been paid for, time after time
And the bells of liberty, continue to chime
For the lives of many, were selflessly given
By the forces of good, these saints were driven
To give their blood, that freedom would ring
And all peaceful people, their praise we will sing
Their souls were laid, on freedom's alter
For them we continue, and never can faulter
From the task given us, by God or by fate
We must carry on, our quest against hate
We're at the beginning, it's only the start
From amongst us, more souls will depart
For freedom and peace, they'll lay down their lives
That justice and goodness, will always thrive
15 posted on 09/28/2005 9:11:03 AM EDT by hiramknight
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