I usually don't let the weather reports effect me. This morning when I read on Facebook that ALL storm spotters in Palo Pinto County HAVE been activated, something stirred inside me. I told Lu I was gonna call Girlie and see if I could take OBB and put her under their carport. Girlie said of course. In the mean time my son, Josh, texted me and said mom you might want to take your truck and get it under an overpass till the storm passes. I said I'm headed to your house. So off we go before the rain has really gotten hard. Lu is in the pickup ahead of me. She goes thru the electric gate just fine. I'm not very far behind her, but I see Josh's dog Maggie laying at the gate. I hit the gate opener and it open partially and then the wind hit. It wouldn't open enough for me to get thru. UGH So I get out in the rain and turn it off and unhood the hootie and fuss at Maggie to go back to the house. I pull thru the gate and get out and shut it and fuss at Maggie to go back home again. I drive off and see that Maggie is following me. I then go to the stop sign and turn around because I am concerned about her. Well there she is laying on the side of the road. I go back to the gate and sit in my truck and wait for the rain to slow up. By this time the wind is really blowing and its thundering and lightning...Well at least Maggie went back to the house, right? So I decided I will go to the overpass and sit till it passes. I couldn't really see what was happening from under there. I do know that it was very dark and it rained like crazy and other people came to sit under there and big semi's pulled over too. Well it finally eased up and I felt like I should go home and Lu came home and then the bottom fell out!!!! We only saw about three or four tiny tiny little hail stones tho. Praise the Lord.
I guess now that I've told you all of that. We are people of faith, but sometimes that means going to set under the overpass if HE tells you too. Sometimes it means staying at the house and believing that God will cause the storm to go around you. So.....we have to listen for the voice of the Lord and try as best we can to be obedient to HIM.....even if it's not something we would normally do. THANK YOU SIR!!! BlessingS and stay safe out there, I sure do love y'all!! Carol/MJ Psalm 138:8
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I got the following in an email this morning from one of my best friends. It reminded me of something we used to do on tour with the Young Pro Team. Jeff would have all the kids sit in the stands. He would choose one person to come and sit in a chair in front of us. We would one by one tell that person what we liked the most about them. It was so powerful!! I don't think anybody really knows how other people see them. There's a saying and I think it could be partially true. "Your not who you think you are. Your not who they think you are. Your who you think they think you are." I want to be who HE says I am!!! Anyway don't forget to tell people what you appreciate about them. It's powerful stuff!!
This mornings email: One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then she told themto think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers. That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual. On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. 'Really?' she heard whispered. 'I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!' and, 'I didn't know others liked me so much,' were most of the comments. No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on. Several years later, one of the students was killed inVietnam , and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature. The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin. As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. 'Were you Mark's math teacher?' he asked. She nodded: 'Yes.' Then he said: 'Mark talked about you a lot.' After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher. 'We want to show you something,' his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket 'They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.' Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him. 'Thank you so much for doing that,' Mark's mother said. 'As you can see, Mark treasured it.' All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, 'I still havemy list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home.' Chuck's wife said, 'Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.' 'I have mine too,' Marilyn said. 'It's in my diary.' Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. 'I carry this with me at all times,' Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: 'I think we all saved our lists.' That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again. The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be. So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late. BlessingS Carol/MJ Psalm 138:8 |
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