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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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BC Bash, Tomorrow Day One Jul 3, 2008 5:35 pm
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Well I was over in the neighborhood so stopped by Terrie's house to see if everything was kosher and if there was anything I could do to help but she has lots of help there now as many people are already there for the BC bash though the official first day is not until tomorrow.
I got to meet Brad today and that was awesome, always enjoy meeting a good man of God it seems that there are not that many around for whatever reason. Ginny seemed happy and I love when she is smiling but she will have to tell you more about there initial meeting and the airport and all.
Jean, Terrie and Ken were finishing up the decorations. Charie was taking more pictures of those with little Billy. My kids were playing with Ginny's child so that was cool.
Brad trying to take care of work, Ginny cooking and preparing dinner for them all. I got to do nothing, hahahaha. We did not stay to long today as they were busy and little Billy was ready for his nap and we still had grocery shopping to do ourselves.
What was nice before I left we all got together in a big circle in the living room and prayed over the BC bash, traveling mercies for all to and fro, the uplifting of God, the relationships that are just beginning and lots of other things. It felt great and we are just starting, cannot wait to meet the rest, cheers.
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Pinewood Derby Jul 3, 2008 4:56 pm
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An eight-years-old had been in Cub Scouts only a short time. During one of his meetings, he was handed a sheet of paper, a block of wood, four tires and was told to return home and give it all to "dad."
That was not an easy task for him to do. Dad was not receptive to doing things with his son. But he tried. Dad read the paper and scoffed at the idea of making a pinewood derby car with his young eager son. The block of wood remained untouched as the weeks passed. Finally, mom stepped in to see if she could figure this all out. The project began.
Having no carpentry skills, I decided it would be best if I simply read the directions and let him do the work. And he did. I read aloud the measurements, the rules of what we could do and what we couldn't do. Within days, his block of wood was turning into a pinewood derby car. A little lopsided, but looking great (at least through the eyes of mom). He had not seen any of the other kids' cars and was feeling pretty proud of his "Blue Lightning." The kind of pride that comes with knowing you did something on your own.
Then the big night came. With his blue pinewood derby car in his hand and pride in his heart, we headed to the big race. Once there, my little one's pride turned to humility. His car was obviously the only car made entirely on his own. All the other cars were a father-son partnership, with cool paint jobs and sleek body styles made for speed.
A few of the boys giggled as they looked at his lopsided, wobbly, unattractive vehicle. To add to the humility, he was the only boy without a man at his side. A couple of the boys who were from single parent homes at least had an uncle or grandfather by their side, but he had "mom."
As the race began, it was done in elimination fashion. You kept racing as long as you were the winner. One by one, the cars raced down the finely sanded ramp. Finally, it was between him and the sleekest, fastest looking car there. As the last race was about to begin, my wide-eyed, shy eight-year- old asked if they could stop the race for a minute, because he wanted to pray. The race stopped.
He went to his knees, clutching his funny looking block of wood between his hands. With a wrinkled brow, he set to converse with his Father. He prayed in earnest for a very long minute and a half. Then he stood, smile on his face and announced, "Okay, I am ready."
As the crowd cheered, a boy named Tommy stood with his father as their car sped down the ramp. He stood with his Father within his heart and watched his block of wood wobble down the ramp with surprisingly great speed and rushed over the finish line a fraction of a second before Tommy's car. He leaped into the air with a loud "Thank You" as the crowd roared in approval.
The Scout Master came up to him with microphone in hand and asked the obvious question, "So, you prayed to win, huh,?"
To which my young man answered, "Oh, no sir. That wouldn't be fair to ask God to help you beat someone else. I just asked Him to make it so I wouldn't cry when I lost."
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Abundantly Blessed Jul 3, 2008 3:57 pm
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If you own just one Bible, you are abundantly blessed. One-third of the world does not have access to even one.

If you woke up this morning with more health than illness, you are more blessed than the million who will not survive the week.

If you have never experienced the danger of battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture or the pangs of starvation, you
are ahead of 500 million people around the world.

If you attend a church meeting without fear of harassment, arrest or torture of death, you are more blessed that almost three billion people in the world.

If you have food in your refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof over your head and a place to sleep, you are richer than 75 percent of this world.

If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish someplace, you are among the top 8 percent of the world's wealthy.

If your parents are still married and alive, you are very rare, even in the United States.

If you hold up your head with a smile on your face and are truly thankful, you are blessed because the majority can, but most do not.

If you can hold someone's hand, hug them or even touch them on the shoulder, you are blessed because you can offer God's healing touch.

If you prayed yesterday and today, you are in the minority because you believe in God's willingness to hear and answer prayer.

If you believe in Jesus as the Son of God, you are part of a very small minority in the world.

If you can read this message, you are more blessed than over two billion people in the world that cannot read anything at all.
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There Are No Small Acts Of Kindness? Jul 3, 2008 10:06 am
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I have come to the conclusion that there is no such thing as a "small" act of kindness. Some actions might be less dramatic than others, but each one has the potential to make a big impact on someone.
We never know: A man in Missouri told me that his 10-year-old daughter had the idea to give some of her books to a little friend who loved to read but had no books. The father readily agreed to help his daughter assemble some books to give away. But he said she must not give the books to the girl at school. Instead, he dropped them off on the doorstep of the classmate's home to avoid embarrassing her or her family.
Is giving away a few used books a small thing? Not to a poor student who is hungry to read and not to a father who is proud of his young daughter's desire to help others.
A fellow in Wyoming called me about a nice thing that his friend did: They carpool together in a truck and on their way to and from work each day, the men noticed another man walking down a long road everyday. One day the friend put his old but decent bicycle in the back of the truck, and when they saw the man walking, the friend jumped out and gave him the bicycle. The man was surprised and very grateful. Is giving away an old bike a small thing? Not to a person who can now save hours and avoid pain by riding instead of walking and not to the giver's friend who is inspired by his friend's kindness.
A woman in New York told me that she buys a sandwich for lunch almost everyday. When she does, she eats half and asks the waiter to wrap up the other half and put it into a bag. When she leaves the restaurant she finds a homeless person to give the leftover sandwich to. Is giving away a leftover sandwich a small thing? Not to a person who is starving.
A man I know takes a walk every morning in his California neighborhood and when he does he carries a package of cookies with him. He hands a cookie to anyone he sees neighbors, gardeners, repair crews, delivery people and wishes them a heart-felt "Good morning!" When they see him they call out, "Cookie Man!" and wave and smile. Is giving someone a cookie and a smile small thing? Not to the recipient who is filled with joy by a simple act of generosity.
A marathon runner wrote to me to praise the people who help her train. She is blind and sighted runners allow themselves to be tethered to her by a loose rope so she can follow the course. She said she has never had a problem finding another runner to help her someone always offers and she is deeply grateful to them. Is wearing a loose rope around your waist a small thing? Not to a woman who can now fulfill her dream of competing alongside others.
Every act of kindness matters, no matter how small it might seem to us.
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Thought For Today Jul 3, 2008 10:01 am
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The basic building block of good communication is the feeling that every human being is unique and of value.
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What does freedom mean to you?? Jul 3, 2008 4:12 am
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What joy for the nation whose God is the Lord, whose people he has chosen for his own.
Psalm 33:12 NLT

"I will cause your descendants to become as numerous as the stars, and I will give them all these lands. And through your descendants all the nations of the earth will be blessed. I will do this because Abraham listened to me and obeyed all my requirements, commands, regulations, and laws." Genesis 26:4-5 NLT

The source of liberty: We who lived in concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their last piece of bread. They may have been few in number, but they offer sufficient proof that everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of human freedoms—to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances—to choose one's own way.

Victor Frankl

For Americans, July 4 has special meaning as we celebrate Independence Day. There will be parades and picnics and fireworks. It is a day to celebrate freedom and to recognize God as the true source of freedom and blessing for any nation.
So much of our freedom today seems bound up in a world driven by material possessions, yet those who died for the liberty we enjoy often did so to obtain or preserve freedoms of conscience, speech, religion, assembly, among others. And much of the blessing we enjoy today began with the promise God made to Abraham.
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