Storytime Tapestry Newsletter
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June 3, 2010
Announcements:
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Prayer requests And Prayers Answers:
Please say a prayer for my brother Michael DeVoe of Alabama, for he was in a roller over accident 2 yrs ago and has been in a vegetative state since with no change. Yesterday I got word they took him off all machine and now it's just time.
Please say a prayer for him and his family.
He is leaving behind a wife, two boys and grandchildrenJim,
furface1948@aol.com
Please pray for the following people and forward to to other prayer groups.
Thank you!
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Kenney Little jr.
He is in Afganhistan near Kandrea. Please pray for God to put a veil of protection around he and his wife and un born child. He and his wife are in the Marine Corps. She is stationed some where else. He has a 12 month duty there.
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Robert Little his grand father, who is having blood work to see a Heart doctor the week of 6/07/10. For the out come to be of a positive nature. For complete healing of his past Heart attack.
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For karie, Thomas, Maddie, and Sophie, for their health.
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For David Little on his up coming hernia surgery on June 11th. For his wife Trish; Salvation. That she is led to accepting the Lord Jesus Christ as her Savior.
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For Karen Farley for her thyriod condition and for her families health and finances.==============================
For Salvation for Kevin and Misako Miller. For Mike and Nancy Weber.
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Please pray for Katsuyo Farley For healing and good health as well as finances.
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For brother_jim@s-g-w.org who is having surgery on June 7, 2010. that God guides the minds, hands, and knowledge of all doctors, nurses, and staff personal from the time of check in to the time after check out including in home nurses and Physical aid personal, going to his home for his health care.
For God to open a financial window to provide needed funds for his rent and expenses, during the time of the surgery to when he can go back to work. He needs both hips replaced, one at a time and it could take up to 6 weeks to 2.5 months. He has no funds available except social security, not enough to cover his rent for one month.
If God so leads you, send what you can, to, James Little, POB 13794, Las Vegas, NV 89112.
Thank you for all the prayers.
brother_jim@s-g-w.org ~**~**~
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Today's Featured Story
THE LITTLE EARTHQUAKE
Silke Blumbach
Tired, overwhelmed. overworried.
I cannot do everything. I cannot earn enough money to live consistently without worries.
Freedom from worries, thus, cannot be expected from more money. There must be another way.
Releasing? Indifference towards my bank account and my financial obligations? I cannot be indifferent. I can just eliminate pain.
I can see that I breathe now, in this moment, that I am connected to so many and so much, that I love so many and so much, that I am loved and held. That I have a soul place and a soul mate.
Am I safe?
There was a little earthquake yesterday, here in Saranda. Abroad in Kosova, the media reported only a little earthquake in Greece. But it was here, too.
Sometimes, dazing on my bed, I had felt a tiny wave going through my body and wondered whether it was an earthquake. In the West of yesterday, in the East of tomorrow, and here. This time it was stronger and consisted of several shaking pulses. I felt it with awe and astonishment. Was this really an earthquake? What else could it be? I was fascinated and completely free of fear, for it was a tiny earthquake, not a baby anymore, but an innocuous toddler. Nothing fell down, nothing burst, nothing crashed. Only that strange, extremely fascinating feeling from Mother Earth through Platon's and Fotini's ground floor up to my flat into my body. And the thrill of not knowing what would be next.
Having digested the surprise, I went into the next door frame, because I had read that this is the safest place in an earthquake. Do not go outside, because you may be knocked down by a falling house. I leaned my back on the massive wood and waited, but the show was over.
I went out on the balcony. The sea was deep down, reassuringly far away. Some people were working calmly in a garden below. "Was this an earthquake?" I called. No answer. They didn't notice me.
I thought about the writings and channelled messages about the long-awaited and now arriving ascension of the Earth. This is a time where many people have decided to leave, whereas others have decided to stay, to help global enlightenment. I have decided to stay ... will I really stay? The Earth is releasing negativity in this necessary phase. From this perspective, it is no wonder that an earthquake may also happen in my little beach town. After all, everything being part of a giant improvement plan, and everybody being an immortal soul, there is nothing really to fear ...
When I switched on Radio Saranda, before the folklore program, the first news was: "Today the town of Saranda was struck by a little earthquake. (So I was right!) At 12.30 o'clock, some seismic shocks incurred, which lasted for 30 seconds. As Saranda does not have any seismic station, no indication can be made about the strength of the earthquake." Later I looked up the Richter scala on the internet and reached the conclusion that our little quake was about degree 3. Last year on the 1st of April, I had made an April fool on my grandmother by telling her: "There was a little earthquake in nearby Delvina." Now this made-up story had become true, and not only in Delvina.
In spite of my nonchalance during the earthquake, things were no longer as they have been before. I had known that Albania is a seismic zone and had been more afraid of earthquakes than of rebels and mafiosi. Now every cell of mine had felt that earthquakes are possible in Saranda. Will there be a bigger one, and which stones will be left unturned?
The worst thing would be not to be in Saranda. I would prefer giving a first helping hand and then dashing off to rich Germany, to raise funds for reconstruction with my real-life accounts. Thinking of the Marquês de Pombal, who several centuries ago had said after the famous Lisbon quake: "Let's bury the dead and rebuild the town." I could have lost everything. For me, too, it would be hard, if not impossible, to start working again, buying a laptop and one dictionary after the other, without some outer help. But it would be possible, Kosova is getting up again as well.
"Saranda is build on a rocky ground", somebody reassured me, "therefore real earthquakes are improbable." Nevertheless I look at my Saranda now with even greater love and tenderness, because if it crumbles down in seismic shocks, I will regret every moment I did not love Saranda to the fullest. More love, more attentive and intensive love in the present moment - this is the only answer to transience, death and destruction.
Curiosity instead of fear, utmost curiosity, fascination, and thrill. And in the end, the commitment to more love.
How can I apply these insights of my cute, little earthquake to my financial problems?
Will I really be able to look at my situation with fascination, and with the detachment of an old soul, who knows that in reality it is a spiritual being having just a human experience?Silke Blumbach
albtranslation@albtranslation.
**~**~
Katie Comfort Korner
Volume 1780
Val Fits In
Tami is getting dressed for work. She is almost ready, she just needs
to get her shoes on.
Tami to herself: Did I close the patio door?
She puts one shoe on and hobbles to the patio door and closes it. Back
to her bedroom and reaches for her other shoe.... gone!
Tami: I could have sworn.... Oh well, I need to change shoes.
Tami goes to her spare room where she keeps shoes and gets another
pair and returns to her bed. She has already changed outfits. Her
missing shoe is on the bed.
Tami: Darn it. I thought it was gone.
Tami puts the missing shoe back with it's mate and returns to her bed
to find only one shoe there.
Tami: Ack! I am losing my mind. What is going on here?
She changes back to her first outfit and takes her one shoe back and
retrieves her other pair and back to her bed and there on the bed is
the missing shoe.
Tami: What is going on with me? Well, I will put this shoe back and
then get dressed.
Tami puts her one shoe away and returns to find only one shoe on her
bed.
Tami is now shaking......
Tami: I have paid the shoe gods this month. What is going on? I am
going to be late to work.
a giggle...
Tami: Who is that?
giggle..
A black puppy, about 20 pounds dashes out from under her bed and runs
out heading for the patio door.
Tami: I got you little one. The door is closed. Who are you?
Val, panting heavily: My name is Valentina. I live next door.
Tami: With Katie?
Val: Yes, how did you know?
Tami: It figures.
The Herd in GuthrieTami is getting dressed for work. She is almost ready, she just needs
to get her shoes on.
Tami to herself: Did I close the patio door?
She puts one shoe on and hobbles to the patio door and closes it. Back
to her bedroom and reaches for her other shoe.... gone!
Tami: I could have sworn.... Oh well, I need to change shoes.
Tami goes to her spare room where she keeps shoes and gets another
pair and returns to her bed. She has already changed outfits. Her
missing shoe is on the bed.
Tami: Darn it. I thought it was gone.
Tami puts the missing shoe back with it's mate and returns to her bed
to find only one shoe there.
Tami: Ack! I am losing my mind. What is going on here?
She changes back to her first outfit and takes her one shoe back and
retrieves her other pair and back to her bed and there on the bed is
the missing shoe.
Tami: What is going on with me? Well, I will put this shoe back and
then get dressed.
Tami puts her one shoe away and returns to find only one shoe on her
bed.
Tami is now shaking......
Tami: I have paid the shoe gods this month. What is going on? I am
going to be late to work.
a giggle...
Tami: Who is that?
giggle..
A black puppy, about 20 pounds dashes out from under her bed and runs
out heading for the patio door.
Tami: I got you little one. The door is closed. Who are you?
Val, panting heavily: My name is Valentina. I live next door.
Tami: With Katie?
Val: Yes, how did you know?
Tami: It figures.
B.J. Cassady
Bjcassady@cox.net**~**~
Poetry Corner
A Combat Soldiers Prayer
Gary Jacobson
This combat soldier's prayer,
Who has served his time in Hell,
Is may we learn the lessons of war well,
That we not doom future generations,
The same old tales of horror to tell,
To endure what in youth they see mistakenly as glory.
Oh God, do not let our children
Repeat the same old story.
Make it so that America's babies live to grow old
In this land of the free and the bold.
Help us throw off the shackles of hate that bind
And grow old in a life of a peaceful kind.
Teach us that there is no glory in war,
Nor honor there that brave men should not abhor.
Teach us instead, one for another our brothers to love.
Shower us with thine Celestial message from above,
That we plant seeds of peace evermore
And make war-no-more!
Who has served his time in Hell,
Is may we learn the lessons of war well,
That we not doom future generations,
The same old tales of horror to tell,
To endure what in youth they see mistakenly as glory.
Oh God, do not let our children
Repeat the same old story.
Make it so that America's babies live to grow old
In this land of the free and the bold.
Help us throw off the shackles of hate that bind
And grow old in a life of a peaceful kind.
Teach us that there is no glory in war,
Nor honor there that brave men should not abhor.
Teach us instead, one for another our brothers to love.
Shower us with thine Celestial message from above,
That we plant seeds of peace evermore
And make war-no-more!
But if I should die on some far, far away battlefield
Know I answered the call
For a grand principle of freedom to yield.
My fervent prayer is that death
May not have been in vain
Fighting for peace and right for the world to attain.
My brothers, American roses standing by my side
On alien soil dying
In the summer of my youthful pride
All the leaves around me falling.
Now I'm lying here still, in sunshine and in shadow,
Longing to hear, "brother next door, I love you so."
For moldering in the soft ground below,
I feel you living and loving in the world above me
Standing tall because I fought that you might be...
Oh look ye down now,
And tell me you still think of me
Honor my red blood, spilt that others might stand free.
Tell me that I did not give my all for you in vain
That brothers and sisters do not look upon my sacrifice
With hateful,
Or even worse,
Uncaring disdain.
Do not forget me when my valley's hushed
And white with snow,
Grass growing green in the summer of my meadow
Help me see the peace I lived and died for grow.
Make my lonely grave richer,
Sweeter be...
Make this truly,
"The land of the free
And the home of the brave,"
I gave my life to save
That I might too, lie eternally,
Forever free...
Know I answered the call
For a grand principle of freedom to yield.
My fervent prayer is that death
May not have been in vain
Fighting for peace and right for the world to attain.
My brothers, American roses standing by my side
On alien soil dying
In the summer of my youthful pride
All the leaves around me falling.
Now I'm lying here still, in sunshine and in shadow,
Longing to hear, "brother next door, I love you so."
For moldering in the soft ground below,
I feel you living and loving in the world above me
Standing tall because I fought that you might be...
Oh look ye down now,
And tell me you still think of me
Honor my red blood, spilt that others might stand free.
Tell me that I did not give my all for you in vain
That brothers and sisters do not look upon my sacrifice
With hateful,
Or even worse,
Uncaring disdain.
Do not forget me when my valley's hushed
And white with snow,
Grass growing green in the summer of my meadow
Help me see the peace I lived and died for grow.
Make my lonely grave richer,
Sweeter be...
Make this truly,
"The land of the free
And the home of the brave,"
I gave my life to save
That I might too, lie eternally,
Forever free...
Gary Jacobson
**~**~
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