For the last few days every time I turn the radio on I have heard these three scriptures on 2 or 3 different radio stations, so I hope that maybe someone will be blessed by them.
Now unto him that is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us.
Eph. 3:20
I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.
Phili 4:13
But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus.
Phili 4:19
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Sunday, November 11, 2007

I found this article in the newspaper and I hope it is as meaningful to you as it was to me, not only on Veteran's Day or Memorial Day, but every day. They have earned our gratitude and our unending support.
Back in Sept. of 2005, on the first day of school, Martha Cothren, a social studies school teacher at Robinson High School in Little Rock, did something not to be forgotten.
On the first day of school, with the permission of the school superintendent, the principle and the building supervisor, she removed all of the desks out of her classroom. When the first period kids entered the room they discovered that there were no desks.
Looking around, confused, they asked, "Ms Cothren, where are our desks?"
She replied, "You can't have a desk until you tell me what you have done to earned the right to sit at a desk."
They thought, "Well, maybe it is our grades." "No," she said. "Maybe it is our behavior." She told them, "No, it's not even your behavior."
And so, they came and went, the first period, second period, third period. Still no desks in the classroom. By early afternoon television news crews had started gathering in Ms. Cothren's classroom to report about this crazy teacher who had taken all the desks out of her room.
The final period of the day came and as puzzled students found seats on the floor of the deskless classroom, Martha Cothren said, "Throughout the day no one has been able to tell me just what he/she had done to earn the right to sit at the desks that are ordinarily found in this classroom. Now I am going to tell you."
At this point, Martha Cothren went over to the door of her classroom and opened it. Twenty-seven (27) U.S. Veterans, all in uniforms, walked into that classroom, each one carrying a school desk. The Vets began placing the school desks in rows, and then they would walk over and stand alongside the wall.
By the time the last soldier had set the final desk in place those kids started to understand, perhaps for the first time in their lives, just how the right to sit at those desks had been earned.
Martha said, "You didn't earn the right to sit at these desks.. These heroes did it for you. They placed the desks here for you. Now, it is up to you to sit in them. It is your responsibilityto learn, to be good students, to be good citizens. They paid the price so that you could have the freedom to get an education. Don't ever forget it."
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Thursday, October 11, 2007
The Battle Inside

One evening an old Cherokee Indian told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people. He said, "My son, the battle is between 2 wolves.
"One is Evil. It is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority and ego.
The other is God. It is joy, peace, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith."
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, "Which wolf wins?"
The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed."
--Author unknown
Friday, October 5, 2007
Sunday, September 30, 2007
"Ticklish Reuben," is a folk song written by Cal Stewart in 1900. Released on the Victor Label, the song is a prime example of the "laughing song" genre. Initially the tune starts off normally, then descends into an abyss of maniacal, sinister laughing.
Lyrics as follows:
Oh,
My name is Ticklish Reuben
From way down in old Vermont
And ev'rything seems ticklish to me
I've been tickled by a feather
I've been tickled by a wasp
I've been tickled by a yellow bumblebee
I have always got a tickled sort of way about my clothes
It doesn't really matter where I be
I am tickled in the morning and I'm tickled in the night
Something's always sure to tickle me
hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah
hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah
(repeat x12)
Once I put some pepper into Dad's snuffbox
And the way he acted was a sight to see
Well he coughed and he sneezed till I thought he'd have a fit
And then he took me out to tickle me
I was always getting tickled by someone about the house
So why they take to ticklin' I could never see
And the apple-butter paddle it is all in splinters now
Daddy wore it out a-ticklin' me
Lyrics as follows:
Oh,
My name is Ticklish Reuben
From way down in old Vermont
And ev'rything seems ticklish to me
I've been tickled by a feather
I've been tickled by a wasp
I've been tickled by a yellow bumblebee
I have always got a tickled sort of way about my clothes
It doesn't really matter where I be
I am tickled in the morning and I'm tickled in the night
Something's always sure to tickle me
hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah
hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah
(repeat x12)
Once I put some pepper into Dad's snuffbox
And the way he acted was a sight to see
Well he coughed and he sneezed till I thought he'd have a fit
And then he took me out to tickle me
I was always getting tickled by someone about the house
So why they take to ticklin' I could never see
And the apple-butter paddle it is all in splinters now
Daddy wore it out a-ticklin' me
Saturday, September 22, 2007
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