<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054356147409563340</id><updated>2011-07-30T21:37:00.907-07:00</updated><category term='We Make a Difference'/><title type='text'>Entertaining Angels</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannyoffour.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054356147409563340/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannyoffour.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997442893568794828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9JbYU1WwQ0/SWnbnVqSivI/AAAAAAAAAEE/F-hQHEnotFE/S220/Cal+Coast+117.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054356147409563340.post-4529049567968756170</id><published>2009-07-18T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T21:31:47.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Good By</title><content type='html'>Thank you for fixing my Blog Sister Sister. My heart is sad that you are going home. I will miss you and LaShanna very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054356147409563340-4529049567968756170?l=grannyoffour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannyoffour.blogspot.com/feeds/4529049567968756170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054356147409563340&amp;postID=4529049567968756170' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054356147409563340/posts/default/4529049567968756170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054356147409563340/posts/default/4529049567968756170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannyoffour.blogspot.com/2009/07/saying-good-by.html' title='Saying Good By'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997442893568794828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9JbYU1WwQ0/SWnbnVqSivI/AAAAAAAAAEE/F-hQHEnotFE/S220/Cal+Coast+117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054356147409563340.post-8605266662824886192</id><published>2009-05-01T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T10:50:01.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holy Alphabet</title><content type='html'>Thank you all so much for your prayers for my Mom. She is doing better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was very sweet and wanted to share it with my sweet Sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;lthough things are not perfect &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ecause of trial or pain &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ontinue in thanksgiving &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;o not begin to blame &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ven when the times are hard &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ierce winds are bound to blow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;od is forever able &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;old on to what you know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;magine life without His love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;oy would cease to be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eep thanking Him for all the things &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ove imparts to thee &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ove out of "Camp Complaining" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;o weapon that is known &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;n earth can yield the power &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;raise can do alone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;uit looking at the future &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;edeem the time at hand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;tart every day with worship &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;o "thank" is a command &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ntil we see Him coming &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ictorious in the sky &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;e'll run the race with gratitude &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;alting God most high &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;es, there'll be good times and yes some will be bad, but... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ion waits in glory...where none are ever sad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The shortest distance between a problem and a solution is the distance between your knees and the floor.The one who kneels to the Lord can stand up to anything. Love and peace be with you forever, Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054356147409563340-8605266662824886192?l=grannyoffour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannyoffour.blogspot.com/feeds/8605266662824886192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054356147409563340&amp;postID=8605266662824886192' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054356147409563340/posts/default/8605266662824886192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054356147409563340/posts/default/8605266662824886192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannyoffour.blogspot.com/2009/05/holy-alphabet.html' title='The Holy Alphabet'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997442893568794828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9JbYU1WwQ0/SWnbnVqSivI/AAAAAAAAAEE/F-hQHEnotFE/S220/Cal+Coast+117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054356147409563340.post-2066599797934004917</id><published>2009-03-03T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:58:20.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN YOU THOUGHT I WASN'T LOOKING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9JbYU1WwQ0/Sa2LxRmSlaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/u0AR186bS2w/s1600-h/puppy%26boy(jpg).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309053214393537954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9JbYU1WwQ0/Sa2LxRmSlaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/u0AR186bS2w/s400/puppy%26boy(jpg).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;As a mother some times we forget that our little ones are watching us I know I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some times a little reminder is good. So I thought you all might enjoy this. I know that my sweet sisters live there lives as ex samples before there families. I know that you teach them about the Lord. All I wanted to do is remind us that there are many eyes on us not only our families. I read this and was reminded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Children are watching you and doing as you do, not as you say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator, and I immediately wanted to paint another one. When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you feed a stray cat, and I learned that it was good to be kind to animals. When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make my favorite cake for me, and I learned that the little things can be the special things in life. When you thought I wasn't looking, I heard you say a prayer, and I knew that there is a God I could always talk to, and I learned to trust in Him. When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make a meal and take it to a friend who was sick, and I learned that we all have to help take care of each other. When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you give of your time and money to help people who had nothing, and I learned that those who have something should give to those who don't. When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you take care of our house and everyone in it, and I learned we have to take care of what we are given. When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw how you handled your responsibilities, even when you didn' t feel good, and I learned that I would have to be responsible when I grow up. When you thought I wasn't looking I saw tears come from your eyes, and I learned that sometimes things hurt, but it's all right to cry. When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw that you cared, and I wanted to be everything that I could be. When you thought I wasn't looking I learned most of life's lessons that I need to know to be a good and productive person when I grow up. When you thought I wasn't looking, I looked at you and wanted to say,'Thanks for all the things I saw when you thought I wasn't looking.' LITTLE EYES SEE A LOT . Each of us (parent, grandparent, aunt, uncle, teacher, &amp;amp; friend) influences the life of a child. How will you touch the life of someone today? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Live simply. Love generously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054356147409563340-2066599797934004917?l=grannyoffour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannyoffour.blogspot.com/feeds/2066599797934004917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054356147409563340&amp;postID=2066599797934004917' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054356147409563340/posts/default/2066599797934004917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054356147409563340/posts/default/2066599797934004917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannyoffour.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-you-thought-i-wasnt-looking.html' title='WHEN YOU THOUGHT I WASN&apos;T LOOKING'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997442893568794828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9JbYU1WwQ0/SWnbnVqSivI/AAAAAAAAAEE/F-hQHEnotFE/S220/Cal+Coast+117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9JbYU1WwQ0/Sa2LxRmSlaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/u0AR186bS2w/s72-c/puppy%26boy(jpg).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054356147409563340.post-1119039476466654926</id><published>2009-02-10T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T18:04:39.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing from God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our children are a gift from God as you all know. I am thankful for my children and grandchildren. I have learned a lot from them. When my kids were small they would fight all the time. This would trouble me. I knew this was not what the Lord wanted. I begain to seek the Lord to know what I could do to change this. I told them that they were a gift to each other from God, that seemed to help some. Them one day the Lord gave this to me. I was so comforted to see this work in my home. I set them both down and told them that there was a monster that lived inside them. It was in a cage and they had a key. When they would start to get up set at each other then they would run over to get the key and unlock the door to the cage and let the monster out. Once the monster was out it was very hard to put the monster back in the cage. So when you start to get up set at each other and your running over to get the key that's when you can pray and ask Jesus to help you to not be mad and help you to love each other. There little eyes were big and they were listing to me very close. When I was done talking to them they went off to play. Not to long after that I heard one of them getting upset with the other. I went to the room where they were playing and asked them if they were running over to get the key and they said very up set yes. I then said lets pray and they ran over into my arms and we all prayed. This gave my children a mental picture of there flesh rising and taught them to pray when they got up set. The Lord is so good to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day my grandson was over and we were playing a game. I won the game and he was up set about it. I talked to him about being up set. He is nine years old. His mom came in the room and saw this and she asked him if he wanted to do ten blessing. I looked at her and ask what is ten blessing? My grandson was still up set about loosing the game. So she asked him to count ten blessing for us. He started to count them and by the time he was on his fifth blessing his little brother who is two ran over and hugged him and said that his heart was already happy. This touched my heart so much. I was so comforted by this. My daughter was having a hard time at work and called me and was telling me about it and it came to my mind to ask her if she needed to count ten blessing. She got quite and I said one then she started to count and she had a happy heart at the end. We both laughed and thanked the Lord for each other. She then told me that her hubby was up set and started to count his blessing out loud, there son ran over and said that he wanted to hear daddy's blessing. What a wonderful tool the Lord has given us. I wanted to share this with my dear sister's because it touched my heart and I hope it will touch yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054356147409563340-1119039476466654926?l=grannyoffour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannyoffour.blogspot.com/feeds/1119039476466654926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054356147409563340&amp;postID=1119039476466654926' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054356147409563340/posts/default/1119039476466654926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054356147409563340/posts/default/1119039476466654926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannyoffour.blogspot.com/2009/02/blessing-from-god.html' title='Blessing from God'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997442893568794828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9JbYU1WwQ0/SWnbnVqSivI/AAAAAAAAAEE/F-hQHEnotFE/S220/Cal+Coast+117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054356147409563340.post-2985973329735081965</id><published>2008-12-26T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T11:58:39.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We have a new bloggie sister</title><content type='html'>She is my daughter. Thank you for coming aboard sis. Take a look at her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sharinggodinourlives.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sharinggodinourlives.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054356147409563340-2985973329735081965?l=grannyoffour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannyoffour.blogspot.com/feeds/2985973329735081965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054356147409563340&amp;postID=2985973329735081965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054356147409563340/posts/default/2985973329735081965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054356147409563340/posts/default/2985973329735081965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannyoffour.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-have-new-bloggie-sister.html' title='We have a new bloggie sister'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997442893568794828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9JbYU1WwQ0/SWnbnVqSivI/AAAAAAAAAEE/F-hQHEnotFE/S220/Cal+Coast+117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054356147409563340.post-276686685173035679</id><published>2008-12-24T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T13:18:07.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Thank You God For The Greatest Gift Of All Your Son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9JbYU1WwQ0/SVMqHLeJTmI/AAAAAAAAADE/tHvJhtDBrM8/s1600-h/Jesus1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283613090662403682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9JbYU1WwQ0/SVMqHLeJTmI/AAAAAAAAADE/tHvJhtDBrM8/s400/Jesus1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Merry Christmas Every One &amp;amp; Happy New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054356147409563340-276686685173035679?l=grannyoffour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannyoffour.blogspot.com/feeds/276686685173035679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054356147409563340&amp;postID=276686685173035679' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054356147409563340/posts/default/276686685173035679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054356147409563340/posts/default/276686685173035679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannyoffour.blogspot.com/2008/12/thank-you-god-for-greatest-gift-of-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997442893568794828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9JbYU1WwQ0/SWnbnVqSivI/AAAAAAAAAEE/F-hQHEnotFE/S220/Cal+Coast+117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9JbYU1WwQ0/SVMqHLeJTmI/AAAAAAAAADE/tHvJhtDBrM8/s72-c/Jesus1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054356147409563340.post-3264194417639852636</id><published>2008-12-19T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T14:57:38.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Touch My Heart</title><content type='html'>The Lord is the one that touches our hearts. My dear sister and there sweet comments. All there blogs. I have such a special place in my heart for all my sisters. I love each one even though I have not met all of you. It is the spirit binds us together. Thank you Lord for your tender heart to each one of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This touched my heart and I wanted to share it with all of you. I hope you all enjoy this as much as I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92 YEAR OLD PREACHER............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching a little TV on Sunday instead of going to church, I watched a Church in Atlanta honoring one of its senior ministers who had been retired many years. He was 92 at that time and I wondered why the Church even bothered to ask the old gentleman to preach at that age. After a warm welcome, introduction of this speaker, and as the applause quieted down he rose from his high back chair and walked slowly, with great effort and a sliding gait to the podium. Without a note or written paper of any kind he placed both hands on the pulpit to steady himself and then quietly and slowly he began to speak.... "When I was asked to come here today and talk to you, your minister asked me to tell you what was the greatest lesson ever learned in my 5o odd years of preaching. I thought about it for a few days and boiled it down to just one thing that made the most difference in my life and sustained me through all my trials. The one thing that I could always rely on when tears and heartbreak and pain and fear and sorrow paralyzed me... the only thing that would comfort was this verse........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Jesus loves me this I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For the Bible tells me so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Little ones to Him belong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; we are weak but He is strong.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yes, Jesus loves me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; tells me so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When he finished, the church was quiet. You actually could hear his foot steps as he shuffled back to his chair. I don't believe I will ever forget it.  A preacher once stated, "I always noticed that  it was the adults who chose the children's hymn 'Jesus Loves Me' (for the children of course) during a hymn sing, and it was the adults who sang the loudest because I could see they knew it the best."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Senior version of Jesus Loves Me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a new version just for us who have white hair or no hair at all. For us over middle age (or even those almost there) and all you others check out this newest version of Jesus Loves Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JESUS LOVES ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Jesus loves me, this I know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Though my hair is white as snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Though my sight is growing dim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Still He bids me trust in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; YES, JESUS LOVES ME.. YES, JESUS LOVES ME..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; YES, JESUS LOVES ME FOR THE BIBLE TELLS ME SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Though my steps are oh, so slow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; With my hand in His I'll go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On through life, let come what may,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He'll be there to lead the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When the nights are dark and long,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In my heart He puts a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Telling me in words so clear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Have no fear, for I am near."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When my work on earth is done,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And life's victories have been won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He will take me home above,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then I'll understand His love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I love Jesus, does He know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Have I ever told Him so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus loves to hear me say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I love Him every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054356147409563340-3264194417639852636?l=grannyoffour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannyoffour.blogspot.com/feeds/3264194417639852636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054356147409563340&amp;postID=3264194417639852636' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054356147409563340/posts/default/3264194417639852636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054356147409563340/posts/default/3264194417639852636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannyoffour.blogspot.com/2008/12/things-that-touch-my-heart.html' title='Things That Touch My Heart'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997442893568794828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9JbYU1WwQ0/SWnbnVqSivI/AAAAAAAAAEE/F-hQHEnotFE/S220/Cal+Coast+117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054356147409563340.post-3765993066900446163</id><published>2008-12-16T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T01:37:53.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweet Things The Lord Does For Us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have been in a trial. On the way to work the Lord wanted to comfort me. This song came on the radio. It said that the devil wants to try us as wheat in the wind, But when the Lord goes to the Father and prays for us the devil does not stand a chance and things will change. Tears ran down my face. The Lord touched my heart and told me that He was right there and He knew all about me. The next song was How Great Though Art. I am so thankful I don't walk in this life alone. The Lord is an ever present guest in my life. He is my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; A few days before that I was going to meet my husband and my heart was very heavy. This was a big place and I did not know where he had parked. I prayed and asked the Lord to show me and would He please let me park next to his car. I found his car right a way and as I was approaching it a car was pulling out right next to his car. Not one space over but right next to his car. The Lord filled my heart and told me again that He was right there and things would be all right. I knew no matter what happened in my trial it would be OK because the Lord was right there and He would take care of every thing. God had great mercy and I am doing much better. I love when the Lord uses someone to say some thing to us and it encourages us and comforts us and they don't know what is going on in our lives. The Lord does and He knows just what we need to hear. He is so good to us in so many ways. Thank you Lord for your tender hand of mercy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have a new job. I had been praying for a long time that Lord would open a door for me. Then one day I was driving and turned on the radio to the Christian station and someone was talking about Visiting Angels. My heart was touched and I wanted to work for them.  The funny thing is I did not know what they did. I just knew in my heart that is where the Lord wanted me to work.So when I got home I tried to look them up on the computer. It took me two days to find them. Only after I prayed did I find them. I have a wonderful boss. I am a caregiver. For those that don't know what that is. I go in and make meals for the elderly. I also clean for them. I run errors too. I prayed that the Lord would bring me clients that He wanted me to care for. I have this couple that I clean for. When I first met them she started to cry and said that she knew that the Lord sent me to them. They are so sweet. I love my job. I am so thankful for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054356147409563340-3765993066900446163?l=grannyoffour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannyoffour.blogspot.com/feeds/3765993066900446163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054356147409563340&amp;postID=3765993066900446163' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054356147409563340/posts/default/3765993066900446163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054356147409563340/posts/default/3765993066900446163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannyoffour.blogspot.com/2008/12/sweet-things-lord-does-for-us.html' title='The Sweet Things The Lord Does For Us.'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997442893568794828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9JbYU1WwQ0/SWnbnVqSivI/AAAAAAAAAEE/F-hQHEnotFE/S220/Cal+Coast+117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054356147409563340.post-1930666923359911761</id><published>2008-09-24T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T14:03:44.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Home</title><content type='html'>My Mom (Sister Darlene) is in the hat. Then Brother Richard &amp;amp; Sister Saundra&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9JbYU1WwQ0/SORNk47UizI/AAAAAAAAABA/Ct5o8B06Tuc/s1600-h/IMG_7819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252408361572666162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9JbYU1WwQ0/SORNk47UizI/AAAAAAAAABA/Ct5o8B06Tuc/s320/IMG_7819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Well I have to tell you I have been back for a while. Sorry for not blogging. I was waiting for pictures. I will first tell you my dear sisters. Thanks for all your prayers. I know the Lord heard them. We had a wonderful trip to MT. I love to travel with brethren. While we were in Mt we got to go to Glacier National Park. The day we were going the Lord blessed us with a beautiful day full of sun shine and not to hot. We were getting ready to leave, breakfast was over and I was cleaning up. The kitchen drawer was open and I went to close it and slid on the floor and my knee landed on the corner of the drawer. I layed it open. It was bad enough that it made me sick to look at it. I was very glad that Brother Richard and Sister Saundra was there. I asked them to pray for me. After they did I felt so much better. We did a lot of walking in the park and I had no pain. That truly was the mercy of the Lord. I also drove that day. The Lord was so sweet to us that day. We saw mountain goats. A mommy and baby and later we saw the daddy. They came right down off the mountain into the parking lot at the top of Sun Road. Brother Richard took pictures. I will try to post them. The Sun Road was being worked on. Lots of the way it was one lane. They led us with a pilot car. If you don't like drop offs and are scared of heights this would not be a fun ride for you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054356147409563340-1930666923359911761?l=grannyoffour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannyoffour.blogspot.com/feeds/1930666923359911761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054356147409563340&amp;postID=1930666923359911761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054356147409563340/posts/default/1930666923359911761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054356147409563340/posts/default/1930666923359911761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannyoffour.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-from-my-trip.html' title='Back Home'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997442893568794828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9JbYU1WwQ0/SWnbnVqSivI/AAAAAAAAAEE/F-hQHEnotFE/S220/Cal+Coast+117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9JbYU1WwQ0/SORNk47UizI/AAAAAAAAABA/Ct5o8B06Tuc/s72-c/IMG_7819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054356147409563340.post-2076532145465199740</id><published>2008-07-29T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T00:57:57.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going on a Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What a blessing. I was praying the other day because I miss my Mom and Sister Sister in MT. I asked the Lord if He could work it out for me to go see them. A few days later Sister Saundra called me and said that she and Brother Richard were thinking and praying about going to see my Mom and  Sister. I told her I would love to go. We all prayed to see just when the Lord wanted us to go. I love it when the Lord works out all the details for us.Thank you Lord for opening this door for us to go. My Mom and sister are the only ones in Kalispell that are in the faith. They are very lonely. I feel very blessed to have them in the faith. I came in the faith when I was 18. I was the only one of our family in the faith for many years. My Mom has been in the faith for 0ne and a half years. My Sister Sister has been in the faith about two years. I call her my Sister Sister because she in my blood sister and my sister in the faith. I am so thankful the Lord drew them in. I will post more later about out trip&lt;/span&gt;. Thank you again Lord for doing this for me. Please pray we have a safe trip. Thank You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054356147409563340-2076532145465199740?l=grannyoffour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannyoffour.blogspot.com/feeds/2076532145465199740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054356147409563340&amp;postID=2076532145465199740' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054356147409563340/posts/default/2076532145465199740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054356147409563340/posts/default/2076532145465199740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannyoffour.blogspot.com/2008/07/going-on-trip.html' title='Going on a Trip'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997442893568794828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9JbYU1WwQ0/SWnbnVqSivI/AAAAAAAAAEE/F-hQHEnotFE/S220/Cal+Coast+117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054356147409563340.post-2056869498876359416</id><published>2008-07-26T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T15:44:27.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Play Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9JbYU1WwQ0/SIuoZs5IaDI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6hyJrUblyjc/s1600-h/Preston+Leaving+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227456951994574898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9JbYU1WwQ0/SIuoZs5IaDI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6hyJrUblyjc/s320/Preston+Leaving+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9JbYU1WwQ0/SIun1FbM40I/AAAAAAAAAAw/NkulxtZ4Tzc/s1600-h/Preston+Leaving+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227456322924766018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9JbYU1WwQ0/SIun1FbM40I/AAAAAAAAAAw/NkulxtZ4Tzc/s320/Preston+Leaving+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has blessed me with taking care of my grandson Jesse this summer. We are having so much fun. I took him over to Sister Saundras house so he could play with her grandson and granddaughter. They had so much fun. It was sweet to see the love they have for each other. I think it is very important that our kids have friends in the faith so they can grow up together and be close. I got to tell them that they have a guardian angel that the Lord gave them when they were born. They were talking about being scared at night. I wanted to comfort them. I also told them they could pray and the Lord would come and comfort them. They told me that they knew they have a guardian angel. It never hurts to remind them about things like that. Jesse was sad when we had to go. I feel like the Lord gave me theses words. I told him that we should be thankful for the time we had. He is such a good boy. He was satisfied with that answer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054356147409563340-2056869498876359416?l=grannyoffour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannyoffour.blogspot.com/feeds/2056869498876359416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054356147409563340&amp;postID=2056869498876359416' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054356147409563340/posts/default/2056869498876359416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054356147409563340/posts/default/2056869498876359416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannyoffour.blogspot.com/2008/07/play-day.html' title='Play Day'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997442893568794828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9JbYU1WwQ0/SWnbnVqSivI/AAAAAAAAAEE/F-hQHEnotFE/S220/Cal+Coast+117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9JbYU1WwQ0/SIuoZs5IaDI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6hyJrUblyjc/s72-c/Preston+Leaving+040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054356147409563340.post-6560339897772487464</id><published>2008-07-21T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:04:36.032-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We Make a Difference'/><title type='text'>Never Know How We May Touch Someones Life</title><content type='html'>I read this and it touched my heart. So I wanted to share it with my sisters. I often think of life as a pound. When you touch it in any way many ripples form. That is how our lives are. We touch many people every day. At the store and in a parking lot or at the bank or where ever we go. A kind word does wonders. Just food for thought. Have a good day. We make a difference in peoples lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAGNOLIAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Edna Ellison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the week before my daughter's June wedding&lt;br /&gt;running last-minute trips to the caterer, florist,&lt;br /&gt;tuxedo shop, and the church about forty miles away.&lt;br /&gt;As happy as I was that Patsy was marrying a good&lt;br /&gt;Christian young man, I felt laden with&lt;br /&gt;responsibilities as I watched my budget dwindle . .&lt;br /&gt;So many details, so many bills, and so little&lt;br /&gt;time. My son Jack was away at college, but he said&lt;br /&gt;he would be there to walk his younger sister down&lt;br /&gt;the aisle, taking the place of his dad who had died&lt;br /&gt;a few years before. He teased Patsy, saying he'd&lt;br /&gt;wanted to give her away since she was about three&lt;br /&gt;years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To save money, I gathered blossoms from several&lt;br /&gt;friends who had large magnolia trees. Their&lt;br /&gt;luscious, creamy-white blooms and slick green leaves&lt;br /&gt;would make beautiful arrangements against the rich&lt;br /&gt;dark wood inside the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the rehearsal dinner the night before the&lt;br /&gt;wedding, we banked the podium area and choir loft&lt;br /&gt;with magnolias. As we left just before midnight, I&lt;br /&gt;felt tired but satisfied this would be the best&lt;br /&gt;wedding any bride had ever had! The music, the&lt;br /&gt;ceremony, the reception - and especially the&lt;br /&gt;flowers - would be remembered for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big day arrived - the busiest day of my life -&lt;br /&gt;and while her bridesmaids helped Patsy to dress, her&lt;br /&gt;fiancé Tim walked with me to the sanctuary to do a&lt;br /&gt;final check. When we opened the door and felt a&lt;br /&gt;rush of hot air, I almost fainted; and then I saw&lt;br /&gt;them - all the beautiful white flowers were black...&lt;br /&gt;Funeral black. An electrical storm during the night&lt;br /&gt;had knocked out the air conditioning system, and on&lt;br /&gt;that hot summer day, the flowers had wilted and&lt;br /&gt;died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I panicked, knowing I didn't have time to drive back&lt;br /&gt;to our hometown, gather more flowers, and return in&lt;br /&gt;time for the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim turned to me. 'Edna, can you get more flowers?&lt;br /&gt;I'll throw away these dead ones and put fresh&lt;br /&gt;flowers in these arrangements.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mumbled, 'Sure,' as he be-bopped down the hall to&lt;br /&gt;put on his cuff links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone in the large sanctuary, I looked up at the&lt;br /&gt;dark wooden beams in the arched ceiling. 'Lord,' I&lt;br /&gt;prayed, 'please help me. I don't know anyone in&lt;br /&gt;this town. Help me find someone willing to give me&lt;br /&gt;flowers - in a hurry!' I scurried out praying for&lt;br /&gt;four things: the blessing of white magnolias,&lt;br /&gt;courage to find them in an unfamiliar yard, safety&lt;br /&gt;from any dog that may bite my leg, and a nice person&lt;br /&gt;who would not get out a shotgun when I asked to cut&lt;br /&gt;his tree to shreds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I left the church, I saw magnolia trees in the&lt;br /&gt;distance. I approached a house... No dog in sight.&lt;br /&gt;I knocked on the door and an older man answered. &amp; nbsp;So&lt;br /&gt;far so good . . . No shotgun. When I stated my plea&lt;br /&gt;the man beamed, 'I'd be happy to!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He climbed a stepladder and cut large boughs and&lt;br /&gt;handed them down to me. Minutes later, as I lifted&lt;br /&gt;the last armload into my car trunk, I said, 'Sir,&lt;br /&gt;you've made the mother of a bride happy today.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, Ma'am,' he said. 'You don't understand what's&lt;br /&gt;happening here.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What?' I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You see, my wife of sixty-seven years died on&lt;br /&gt;Monday. On Tuesday I received friends at the&lt;br /&gt;funeral home, and on Wednesday . . . He paused. I&lt;br /&gt;saw tears welling up in his eyes. 'On Wednesday I&lt;br /&gt;buried her.' He looked away. 'On Thursday most of&lt;br /&gt;my out-of-town relatives went back home, and on&lt;br /&gt;Friday - yesterday - my children left.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded.&lt;br /&gt;'This morning,' he continued, 'I was sitting in my&lt;br /&gt;den crying out loud. I miss her so much. For the&lt;br /&gt;last sixteen years, as her health got worse, she&lt;br /&gt;needed me. But now nobody needs me. This morning I&lt;br /&gt;cried, 'Who needs an eighty-six-year-old wore-out&lt;br /&gt;man? Nobody!' I began to cry louder. 'Nobody needs&lt;br /&gt;me!' About that time, you knocked, and said, 'Sir,&lt;br /&gt;I need you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood with my mouth open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked, 'Are you an angel? The way the light shone&lt;br /&gt;around your head into my dark living room...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assured him I was no angel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled. 'Do you know what I was thinking when I&lt;br /&gt;handed you those magnolias?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I decided I'm needed. My flowers are needed. Why,&lt;br /&gt;I might have a flower ministry! I could give them&lt;br /&gt;to everyone! Some caskets at the funeral home have&lt;br /&gt;no flowers. People need flowers at times like that&lt;br /&gt;and I have lots of them. They're all over the&lt;br /&gt;backyard! I can give them to hospitals, churches -&lt;br /&gt;all sorts of places. You know what I'm going to do?&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to serve the Lord until the day He calls&lt;br /&gt;me home!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove back to the church, filled with wonder. On&lt;br /&gt;Patsy's wedding day, if anyone had asked me to&lt;br /&gt;encourage someone who was hurting, I would have&lt;br /&gt;said, 'Forget it! It's my only daughter's wedding,&lt;br /&gt;for goodness' sake! There is no way I can minister&lt;br /&gt;to anyone today.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God found a way. Through dead flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Life is not the way it's supposed to be. It's the&lt;br /&gt;way it is. The way you cope with it is what makes&lt;br /&gt;the difference.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have missed knowing me, you have missed nothing.&lt;br /&gt;If you have missed some of my emails, you may have missed a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;But, if you have missed knowing my LORD and SAVIOR, JESUS CHRIST,&lt;br /&gt;you have missed everything in the world.&lt;br /&gt;May God's blessings be upon you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary C Grace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054356147409563340-6560339897772487464?l=grannyoffour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannyoffour.blogspot.com/feeds/6560339897772487464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054356147409563340&amp;postID=6560339897772487464' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054356147409563340/posts/default/6560339897772487464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054356147409563340/posts/default/6560339897772487464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannyoffour.blogspot.com/2008/07/never-know-how-we-may-touch-someones.html' title='Never Know How We May Touch Someones Life'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997442893568794828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9JbYU1WwQ0/SWnbnVqSivI/AAAAAAAAAEE/F-hQHEnotFE/S220/Cal+Coast+117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054356147409563340.post-3509751258964705971</id><published>2008-07-01T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T12:59:48.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanting to be apart of all of this</title><content type='html'>Hi I am Sister Charlotte from ID. I have been reading all your blogs. I am very comforted by the sweet testimonies my sisters. So I thought I would give it a try. I am also touched by the sweet comments from every one. I wanted to be a part of this wonderful way to meet new Sisters and keep in touch with the ones I already know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054356147409563340-3509751258964705971?l=grannyoffour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannyoffour.blogspot.com/feeds/3509751258964705971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054356147409563340&amp;postID=3509751258964705971' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054356147409563340/posts/default/3509751258964705971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054356147409563340/posts/default/3509751258964705971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannyoffour.blogspot.com/2008/07/wanting-to-be-apart-of-all-of-this.html' title='Wanting to be apart of all of this'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997442893568794828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9JbYU1WwQ0/SWnbnVqSivI/AAAAAAAAAEE/F-hQHEnotFE/S220/Cal+Coast+117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
