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My Little Bit of Heaven
  
Most of you are going through the same or similar trials and tribulations as I am though your stories may be a little different we are all still in the same boat. My prayer is that my little bit of heaven will make your little bit of heaven just a little bit better. May the Lord richly bless you all, cheers.
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Relaxation Dec 6, 2007 7:32 pm
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Every now and then go away, have a little relaxation, for when you come back to your work your judgment will be surer, since to remain constantly at work will cause you to lose power of judgment. Go some distance away because then the work appears smaller and more of it can be taken in at a glance and lack of harmony or
proportion is more readily seen.
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A Couple Of Thoughts ToShare With You Dec 6, 2007 7:30 pm
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Our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.

It's nice to be important; but it's more important to be nice.
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What Happens When You Fall In Love With: Dec 6, 2007 7:28 pm
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A chef? (You get buttered up.)

A chauffeur? (You get taken for a ride.)

A gambler? (He cheats on you.)

A telephone operator? (He gives you a phone-y line.)

A trashman? (He dumps you.)

A clockmaker? (He two-times you.)

A pastry cook? (He desserts you.)

A shoe salesman? (He walks all over you.)

An elevator operator? (He lets you down.)

An artist? (He gives you the brush.)

A jogger? (He gives you the run-around.)
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I Went To The Doctor Today Dec 6, 2007 11:19 am
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I went to the doctor today and told him I had fluid on the knee, the doctor told me, "You are not aiming straight", cheers.
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A Birthday Celebration Dec 6, 2007 10:05 am
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You Are Cordially Invited To A BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION.

Guest of Honor: Jesus Christ

Date: Every day. Traditionally December 25, but He's always around, so the date is flexible.

Time: Whenever you're ready, (please don't be too late, though or you'll miss out on all the fun!).

Place: In your heart. He'll meet you there (you'll hear Him knock).

Attire: Come as you are grubbies are okay. He'll be washing our clothes anyway. He said something about new white robes and crowns
for everyone who stays till the last.

Tickets: Admission is free. He's already paid for everyone..(He says you would not have been able to afford it. It cost Him everything
He had!).

Refreshments: New wine, bread and a far-out drink He calls "living water, followed by a supper that promises to be out of this world!

Gift Suggestions: Your heart. He's one of those people who already has everything else. (He's very generous in return though just wait until you see what He has for you).

Entertainment: Joy, Peace, Truth, Light, Life, Love, Real Happiness, Communion with God, Forgiveness, Miracles, Healing, Power, Eternity
in Paradise and much more! (All rated "G" so bring your family and friends).

R.S.V.P. Very Important! He must know ahead so He can reserve a spot for you at the table. Also, He's keeping a list of His friends for
future reference. He calls it the "Lamb's Book of Life").

Party Being Given By His Kids (That's us).

Hope To See You There!

"Let us rejoice and be glad and give him glory! For the wedding of the Lamb has come, and his bride has made herself ready. Fine linen,
bright and clean, was given her to wear." (Fine linen stands for the righteous acts of the saints.) 'Blessed are those who are invited
to the wedding supper of the Lamb!'."
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What Causes Racism? Dec 6, 2007 9:50 am
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I was reading a blog this morning by 1Corinthians13 about racism in the chat room and I know it exist in the real world but still trying to think what causes it.
As I share in her comments, my father was a racist and I was raised in that environment but as long as I can remember I don't recall sharing his feelings towards others that were not white.
Our maid who was black took us to worship with her on Sunday mornings at her church and between us 3 kids we were the only white ones in the church. I don't remember anymbody treating us any differently there but I was young and who knows what they were saying behind our backs if anything. I was thinking of anything like that at the time.
I also shared that in my home I have my own league of nations represented here, hahahaha. My oldest daughter who is no longer with us was the only one besides myself that is all white. My youngest daughter was born in England. My grandchildren are black/white and my youngest son once he is born will be white/asian. I think I have all the continents covered here just about, hahahaha.
Anyway in 1Corinth's blog there were lots of comments and reasons for what is going on but none of these lines up with the word of God and for the most part we are suppose to be Christians in which Jesus tells us to love God and no other and to love our neighbors as ourself. Neighbors are anybody other then ourselves not just our next door neighbors. I hear reasons like you are raised in that environment so that is all you know. To that I answer well I was raised in that environment and I didn't follow what my father believed, why, I can't answer that one. All I can say for whatever reason I was never comfortable with the hate aspect of anybody. Any reasons that you can come up with, cheers.
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Jesus Lights the Way: Dec 6, 2007 6:41 am
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“Casting all your care upon him; for he cares for you.” 1 Peter 5.

Do not take your troubles to human beings. Take them to the Lord. You may think that others ought to sympathize with you in your trials, but you will sometimes be disappointed. Jesus never disappoints the one who comes to Him for help. He is saying to you today, "Come unto me and I will give you rest" (Matt. 11:2. He will give you rest in Him. No one who comes to Him goes away unhelped. Take your burdens to the divine Burden Bearer and leave them with Him, knowing that He will carry them for you.
Talk of Christ's goodness and tell of His power. Words of hope and trust and courage are as easily spoken as words of complaint.
When the enemy tells you that the Lord has forsaken you, tell him that you know He has not; for He declares, "I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee" (Heb. 13:5). Dismiss the enemy. Tell him you will not dishonor the Lord by doubting His love.
There is no limit to the help that the Saviour is willing to bestow on us. He asks us to bring into our lives the grace that will keep us from sin. From the cross of Calvary there comes to us liberty, hope, and strength. Do not dishonor your Redeemer by doubting His power. Trust Him all the time. Take hold of the riches of His grace, saying, "I will believe; I do believe that Jesus died for me." The way before you may seem dark, but Jesus can make it light.
Be joyful in God. Christ is light and in Him is no darkness at all. Look toward the light. Accustom yourselves to speak the praise of God. Make others happy. This is your first work. It will strengthen the best traits of character. Throw the windows of the soul wide open heavenward and let the sunshine of Christ's righteousness in. Morning, noon, and night your hearts may be filled with the bright rays of heaven's light.

“A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance: but by sorrow of heart the spirit is broken.” Prov. 15:13.
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The Room, Grab A Tissue First Dec 6, 2007 6:16 am
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17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class. The subject was what Heaven was like. "I wowed 'em," he later told his father, Bruce. "It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote." It also was the last.
Brian's parents had forgotten about the essay when a cousin found it while cleaning out the teenager's locker at Teary Valley High School. Brian had been dead only hours, but his parents desperately wanted every piece of
his life near them-notes from classmates and teachers, his homework.
Only two months before, he had handwritten the essay about encountering Jesus in a file room full of cards detailing every moment of the teen's life. But it was only after Brian's death that Beth and Bruce Moore realized that their son had described his view of heaven. "It makes such an impact that people want to share it. You feel like you are there." Mr. Moore said.
Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.
The Moores framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room. "I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it," Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life after death. "I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll
see him."

Brian's Essay: The Room

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list
titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I have liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.
This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.
A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed at." Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at my brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.
Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have watched", I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.
When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.
I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.
Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.
And then I saw it. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand. And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.
No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own.
He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so
many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.
Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back
to my side.
He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished." I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.
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Uses for Dryer Sheets Dec 6, 2007 5:28 am
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Static builds up when fabrics rub together and exchange electrons, dryer sheets contain positively charged ingredients that are released by heat and movement, such as the tumbling motion of the dryer. These ingredients bond loosely to any negatively charged fabric surface, such as a piece of clothing with static cling, neutralizing the charge and acting as a lubricant."

Use Dryer Sheets to:

Freshen smelly shoes. Insert a dryer sheet into the offending pair and let sit overnight.

Remove static from clothing, hair, TV screens, and computer monitors. Wipe the surface with a sheet.

Clean pet hair from the floor or furniture. Rub a dryer sheet over the spot where Fluffy left her fur.

Replace a sachet. Keep a dresser drawer smelling fresh and clean by placing a dryer sheet on the bottom of it.

Loosen caked-on food from a pan. Place a fresh sheet in the bottom of a dirty pan, fill with lukewarm tap water, and let sit in the sink overnight. The pan will be easier to clean in the morning.

Tackle suitcase and gym-bag odors. Place a dryer sheet in your suitcase or gym bag so your clean clothes won't take on the odors of the dirty ones.

Prevent old books from smelling musty when in storage. Stick a dryer sheet between the pages of your beloved copy of Pride and Prejudice.

Wipe up sawdust after working in the garage. Rub a dryer sheet over the fine wood particles.

Prevent thread from tangling when sewing. Run a threaded needle through a dryer sheet right before you begin your handiwork.

Dust venetian blinds. Close the blinds, then wipe up and down with a dryer sheet.
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No Wonder I Am Poor, I Keep Turning Down Millions Dec 5, 2007 4:01 pm
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This week I have turned down over 20,000,000 that is 20 million dollars and the week is not over yet, hahahaha, several times a day I get an email from a barrister, an auditor, some bank official, some long lost relative or something along those lines.
I have gotten letters from Africa, Asia, England, Australia but nothing close by where I can just drive over and check it out, hahahaha.
I emailed a few of them that I have gotten from England to my british friend over there to check out for me and for fun I email some of them just cause that is the kind of guy I am, hahaha.
One of them says send them so much money and they will release the million plus euros they are holding for me. If I go there it cost me one price, if I mail the money another price, wire the money yet another price, hahahaha.
I tell them just take out their fees and send me what is leftover. Then I get the story that they can't do that. I have to show good faith up front with which I reply I will show better then good faith. You want 10,000 euros up front. From my winnings you can have 100,000 euros and just send me the rest, hahahahaha. That stops them everytime.
Oh well maybe one of you will get lucky and have somebody wanted to send you money next, cheers.
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