December 15th, 2006 at 05:53 am
For all those I am Holding In My Heart
~ Making Pancakes ~
Six -year-old Brandon decided one Saturday morning to fix his parents pancakes He found a big bowl and spoon, pulled a chair to the counter, opened the cupboard and pulled out the heavy flour canister, spilling it on the floor.
He scooped some of the flour into the bowl with his hands, mixed in most of a cup of milk and added some sugar, leaving a floury trail on the floor which by now had a few tracks left by his kitten.
Brandon was covered with flour and getting frustrated. He wanted this to be something very good for Mom and Dad, but it was getting very bad.
He didn’t know what to do next, whether to put it all into the oven or on the stove and he didn’t know how the stove worked! Suddenly he saw his kitten licking from the bowl of mix and reached to push her away, knocking the egg carton to the floor. Frantically he tried to clean up this monumental mess but slipped on the eggs, getting his pajamas white and sticky.
And just then he saw Dad standing at the door. Big crocodile tears welled up in Brandon ‘s eyes. All he’d wanted to do was something good, but he’d made a terrible mess. He was sure a scolding was coming, maybe even a spanking.
But his father just watched him.
Then, walking through the mess, he picked up his crying son, hugged him and loved him, getting his own pajamas white and sticky in the process!
That’s how God deals with us..
We try to do something good in life, but it turns into a mess. Our marriage gets all sticky, or
we insult a friend, or we can’t stand our job, or our health goes sour.
Sometimes we just stand there in tears because we can’t think of anything else to do. That’s when God picks us up and loves us and forgives us, even though some of our mess gets all over Him.
But just because we might mess up, we can’t stop trying to “make pancakes” for God or for others. Sooner or later we’ll get it right, and then they’ll be glad we tried…
I was thinking and I wondered if I had any wounds needing to be healed, friendships that need rekindling, or three words needing to be said, sometimes, “I love you” can heal and bless!
Remind every one of your friends and family that you love them.
Even if you think they don’t love you back, you would be amazed at what those three little words, a smile, and a reminder like this can do.
Just in case I haven’t told you lately…
” I LOVE YA! ”
Please pass some of this love on to others….suppose one morning you were called to God; do all your friends and family know you love them?
Send this to everyone you love, and send it back to the person who sent it to you.. And never stop
… anonymous…
December 14th, 2006 at 20:35 pm
A Model Maker, no matter how the string is used, is someone who takes your directions, uses the supplies listed in your instructions and makes a PICTURE PERFECT “MODEL” of the project you have designed.
What is a Model used for? Project Models are used for “photography” or the three T’s: Teaching, Trade & Trunk Shows
Unlike a Pattern Tester, A Model maker is allowed to some latitude to “fudge”, but *must* keep the design team informed of the need to finagle in order to “get it to look right”.
Whatever form of payment agreed to (Barter, Cash or other compensation) there needs to be a solid “Work for Hire” agreement in place with all rights clearly stated and all necessary releases exchanged BEFORE the work begins –
The Model Maker HAS to be a Perfectionist – Even the best stylist cannot always “cover up” flaws in workmanship.
If the work is to be used/handled during its use for the 3T’s, then the model has to be well constructed to survive such potential abuse. Or the Designer needs to plan how to protect a delicate item.
Who Can Be A MODEL MAKER?
A model maker can be anyone who possesses:
- above average skills in the technique
- dedication to the highest standards of execution of the craft
- the ability to produce a “picture perfect” project sample.
- willingness to communicate in a competent and timely manner
So what else do you think is “important”
Wheat
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It Is All Just Business
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December 14th, 2006 at 19:37 pm
Every year this circulates, an internet search will bring up many ways it might have begun, but it does not really matter – because from the beginning, there have always been heros who could not be with their loved one at some holiday season.
Musical commentary at the end
Hold Them all In Your Heart
Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,
In a one bedroom house made of plaster & stone.
I had come down the chimney with presents to give
And to see just who in this home did live.
I looked all about a strange sight I did see,
No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand,
On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands.
With medals and badges, awards of all kind
A sober thought came through my mind.
For this house was different, so dark and dreary,
I knew I had found the home of a soldier, once I could see clearly.
I heard stories about them, I had to see more
So I walked down the hall and pushed open the door.
And there he lay sleeping silent alone,
Curled up on the floor in his one bedroom home.
His face so gentle, his room in such disorder,
Not how I pictured a United States soldier.
Was this the hero of whom I’d just read?
Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed?
His head was clean shaven, his weathered face tan,
I soon understood this was more than a man.
For I realized the families that I saw that night
Owed their lives to these men who were willing to fight.
Soon ‘round the world, the children would play,
And grownups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day.
They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year,
Because of soldiers like this one lying here.
I couldn’t help wonder how many lay alone
On a cold Christmas Eve in a land far from home.
Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye,
I dropped to my knees and started to cry.
The soldier awakened and I heard a rough voice,
“Santa don’t cry, this life is my choice;
I fight for freedom, I don’t ask for more,
my life is my God, my country, my Corps.”
With that he rolled over and drifted off into sleep,
I couldn’t control it, I continued to weep.
I watched him for hours, so silent and still,
I noticed he shivered from the cold night’s chill.
So I took off my jacket, the one made of red,
And I covered this Soldier from his toes to his head.
And I put on his T-shirt of gray and black,
With an eagle and an Army patch embroidered on back.
And although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride,
And for a shining moment, I was United States Army deep inside.
I didn’t want to leave him on that cold dark night,
This guardian of honor so willing to fight.
Then the soldier rolled over, whispered with a voice so clean and pure,
“Carry on Santa, it’s Christmas Day, all is secure.”
One look at my watch, and I knew he was right,
Merry Christmas my friend, and to all a good night!
December 14th, 2006 at 19:22 pm
Ohio State Highway Division
*JFG = Just For Giggles
December 14th, 2006 at 19:14 pm
We have a circle of friends who enjoy sharing a bit of inspiration and humor or just plain good thoughts. It is how we let each other know that even if we don’t have much news, we hold them in our thoughts. We send each other jokes, poems, and often slightly distorted humor.
I won’t promise this series will be completely g-rated, and you may not agree with the political commentary from time to time, but that is okay.
So for all those who understand DVC, hope you enjoy these notes – at least I’m not sending chain mail
Peace of the Season
Wheat
