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A careful man I ought be;
A little fellow follows me;
I do not dare to go astray
For fear he’ll go the self-same way.

I must not madly step aside,
Where pleasure’s paths are smooth and wide,
And join in wine’s red revelry –
A little fellow follows me.

I cannot once escape his eyes;
Whate’er he sees me do he tries –
Like me, he says, he’s going to be;
The little chap who follows me.

He thinks that I am good and fine,
Believes in every word of mine
The base in me he must not see,
The little chap who follows me.

I must remember as I go,
Through summer’s sun and winter’s snow,
I’m building for the years to be,
A little fellow follows me.

— Author unknown

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Two friends were walking through the desert. At some point in the journey they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other one in the face. The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand: “TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE.”

They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one, who had been slapped, got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him. After the friend recovered from nearly drowning, he wrote on a stone: “TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE.”

The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, “After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand, but now you write on a stone… why?”

The other friend replied: “When someone hurts us, we should write it in sand… where the winds of forgiveness can erase it from view. But, when someone does something good for us, we should engrave it in stone… where no wind can ever remove it.”

–Author unknown

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It can be shared forever, but cannot be kept forever.

When given to another, it brings great joy to all; when taken, the anguish for many is great.

It is sometimes maintained by less than a thread and sometimes lost despite the hope of millions.

Its frailty and end are obvious, but its strength and limits endless.

Share your life with others so they may have more joy.

When this life is over, let the meaning of our lives be found not on a list of accomplishments, but in the hearts and souls of the people with whom we shared our fragile existence.

Let our lives not be measured so much by what we did for others, but by what we helped people do for themselves.

— by Mike Gass

I have received a BLOG award! From fellow blogger notsofancynancy, it is “One Lovely Blog award”.

Here is a little about notsofancynancy:

Her name is Nancy and she says she is not so Fancy. She is fifty something and loves dogs. Right now she ONLY has three dogs. Someday she hopes to blog stories about The Dogs Who have loved her in the past. In fact, there may be a book in the future about her special dogs.

She lives in the High Desert of Southern California and she absolutely loves that people don’t like the desert. That means more room for her!!! 🙂

One of her earlier jobs was leading historical four wheel drive trips in the East Mojave Desert. That sounds like one of the hottest jobs around….

Nancy loves and claims to be a Story Teller, not a writer, and loves telling stories from her past.

Her Claim to fame is sharing stories from her Fathers war letters that he wrote to his girl friend and later his wife. She is also sharing photos from their letter exchanges. This is realy cool stuff. I like to get a fresh cup of coffee, set back, and enjoy her stories. She has a way of writing that makes you think, analyse, ponder, anticipate, laugh, and you can even get attached emotionally. They are like a soap opera, you can’t wait for her next post to find out what’s happenning.

I have to complete the five statements below to receive the award:

1. Include the award logo somewhere in your blog.  Done 

2. Answer these 10 questions, below, for fun if you want to. Done

3. Nominate 10 to 12 blogs you enjoy.  Done and see the links and descriptions below 

4. Pay the love forward: Provide your nominee’s link in your post and comment on their blog to let them know they’ve been included and invited to participate.  Done!

5. Pay the love back with gratitude and a link to the blogger(s) who nominated you.   Done!

I must complete the ten Questions below to receive the award:

1. What kind of blogs do you read most? I enjoy Post that tug at the heart strings of joy, peace, excitement, new avenues of thought, bring visions of encouragement, determination and Christ Likeness.

2. What is your favorite Ice Cream? All Kinds – Nuff Said

3. What is your favorite food? Anything cooked on a Grill.

4. Do you prefer Boxers or Briefs? Boxers

5. What is your favorite quote? …if you can’t sleep, don’t count the sheep, talk to the Shephard

6. Tell us about your most embarrassing moment? Grocery shopping and not having my Debit card at the check-out. And my wife being with me!!!! It was not good….

7. What do you prefer, dogs or cats?   Dogs

8. Besides writing what is your favorite thing to do? Laugh  and “Grill Time”

9. Dark Chocolate or Milk Chocolate? Definitely Milk Chocolate

10. What is the best invention you have ever seen?   SEGWAY

Now Nominate others.. (these are in no particular order or ranking).

KD Corner     Hi Everyone! I’m K.D. I’ve started this blog to see where it goes. I really want to help other people who may be going through tough times. As a divorced, single mom I have had (and still have) my share of ups and downs. And during those times, my faith in Christ has brought me through. How? Yes, through the Bible, but also through God’s love in action, a smile or encouraging word from a friend, a hug, or even through watching nature. It’s amazing how God’s love shines through in so many varied ways. It is my hope, even if you don’t believe in Christ, to be that one who is here to give you that word, that virtual hug or smile to let you know that you can make it. I pray that you will find hope whenever you come to K.D. Corner. Be blessed. You can make it! You DO matter! God LOVES you!

Captain Duff     While working with my students, I learned how to blog and thought, aha. This is it! I’ll get a blog going and record his stories as he tells them. So, my niece Megan, set us up with a blog and Dad and I have been moving forward ever since that was four weeks ago.

Dad was a pilot during World War II, did air-traffic control, was a supervisor at the Canada Manpower Centre in Barrie, co-owned the New Lowell General Store, sold real estate, and was a hobby farmer growing and selling raspberries and making maple syrup….

Memories on the Journey     Welcome to our journey! We are Mark & Joy Kwong, & this is our journey of moving our family from the USA to China. Why would we want to do that? To begin with, I was raised in Hong Kong & have always wanted to bring my family to live in & explore the culture there. Secondly, we both very much believe that every American child MUST live out of the country for a year or more before they will ever truly appreciate just how blessed they are as Americans. Lastly, after many years of thinking about this move & much time in prayer, everything is falling into place as God makes a way…..

Marking our Territory     Hi, my name is Will, and the handsome gentleman next to me is Mr. Eko, my Rhodesian Ridgeback. We make a pretty good team; Eko has the brains, looks and personality, and I provide the driver’s license, credit card and comedic relief. Like any good team, our team has always had a goal – to find adventure. Eko and I love exploring new places, meeting new people and seeing what the world has to offer…..

Work 4 Christ      If you are like most people, you spend more time at work than you do at home or in church. Most of us work forty hours per week and, if we’re lucky, we get to take the weekends off. Keeping God first can be extremely difficult. In many cases, our work life takes the spirituality right out of us and leaves us feeling completely empty. We often feel that there is nothing left to give when the weekend finally does arrive. An hour at church just doesn’t seem to be enough to get rejuvenated before the next work day.

At Working for Christ, we want to help. We have designed this site to offer you some of the biblical tools necessary to help you take Christ to work with you…..

Hover Craft Doggy      We are two aspiring architects, an Athenian and a Berliner who found each other in the Netherlands, where we are pursuing our passion for all things beautiful. This is where we would like to collect and share the many things we see and find every day. From art and architecture, fashion and furniture to designs and destinations, photography and funny things…

P47KOJI      Families are the result of decades of relationships, twists of fate and world events. It is unbelievable how one decision can ultimately determine how many descendants will be brought into this world or what happens to them.

Twists of fate and world events can put siblings on opposite sides of a fence. In my case, my uncle donned on the uniform of the Japanese Imperial Army during World War II and died on Leyte. My father, although a US citizen like my uncle who was killed, was imprisoned in stateside camps during WWII by President Franklin D. Roosevelt just one among over 110,000 Americans of Japanese descent. Dad then enlisted for the legendary 8th US Army’s Military Intelligence Service after being released from camp.

I hope you will find the stories and family photos intertwined with World War II to be fascinating…..

Marks View From the Bleachers      Hi! My name is Mark Feldbauer; I am a Backyard Grill Master. I’m not a pro and I do not go to competitions. My reason for becoming a Blogger on BBQ is really pretty simple. Folks love my BBQ and grill work and I’m a story teller! My wife Lorie has become very involved with my grilling, cooking and taking our love for outdoor cooking to a new level. I hope to share my experiences, recipes, thoughts and ideas with you folks out there who are just beginning to grill and cook outdoors or the many of you who wish to have a better grilling and outdoor cooking experience.

Rig Mover      Who is Rigmover? Well I’m a Kiwi, living in London, and as part of a small team I move drilling platforms, not by hand of course, we use boats called AHV’s (Anchor Handling Vessels). We move and position them all over the World. I work mainly way north of Scotland to anywhere in the Med, this picture of me was taking as we towed a rig into Haifa (Israel) you can see the AHV in the distance.

I’m not a photographer, just enjoy snapping away at the many sights I get to see as I travel the globe….

Ramblings of a Girl Next Door      I’m just a simple girl doing my very best to do the right things, in the right ways, at the right time and for the right reasons. I often come up short. And on occasion, I can surprise myself.

I love my family, and am in a chapter of my life where I spend a lot of my time taking care of my dad. We’re both pretty young for this, so we’re just winging it to the best of our abilities. I also work in research to prevent moms and babies from dying in Africa and India. A job that far exceeds my ‘cool factor’. The rest of my time is bound up in trying desperately to not be a boring yet. I’ve spent years of my life dedicated to martial arts, bluegrass, jazz, swing dance, running, and more recently, I’m trying my hand at olympic weightlifting. Quite a feat for the spastic girl from down the road. Trust me, as a young women, you will do anything to not be defined exclusively by your desk job, even if it is pretty cool. Which brings me to my latest hobby, blogging. I guess I created this space because I needed to have some sacred blurting space. Everyone needs a space in their life to let their hair down, and this is mine.

dilbert

There once was a farmer who grew award-winning corn. Each year he entered his corn in the state fair where it won a blue ribbon. 

One year a newspaper reporter interviewed him and learned something interesting about how he grew it. The reporter discovered that the farmer shared his seed corn with his neighbors.

“How can you afford to share your best seed corn with your neighbors when they are entering corn in competition with yours each year?” the reporter asked.

“Why sir,” said the farmer, “didn’t you know? The wind picks up pollen from the ripening corn and swirls it from field to field. If my neighbors grow inferior corn, cross-pollination will steadily degrade the quality of my corn. If I am to grow good corn, I must help my neighbors grow good corn.”

He is very much aware of the connectedness of life. His corn cannot improve unless his neighbor’s corn also improves.

So it is with our lives. Those who choose to live in peace must help their neighbors to live in peace. Those who choose to live well must help others to live well, for the value of a life is measured by the lives it touches. And those who choose to be happy must help others to find happiness, for the welfare of each is bound up with the welfare of all.

The lesson for each of us is this: if we are to grow good corn, we must help our neighbors grow good corn. 

–Author Unknown

It is possible to give away and become richer! It is also possible to hold on too tightly and lose everything. Yes, the liberal man shall be rich! By watering others, he waters himself.

Proverbs 11:24-25

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I stepped into my hotel room to a pleasant surprise. Lots of room surrounded an inviting king-size bed, flanked by overstuffed armchairs that rested against sliding glass doors that opened onto a private patio. A small dining table sat next to a kitchenette with a separate sink, refrigerator and coffee machine. “Wow,” I thought to myself. “Nice place.”

I love hotels – from the Holiday Inn Express to the Ritz-Carlton and everything in between. I love to enter a clean room, hang my clothes and gaze out the window, walk out in the morning knowing that each afternoon when I return, someone else will have made the bed. I like in-room dining and the way they greet you so professionally. “Nice to have you with us again, Mr. Goldsborough.” Very cool.

The problem is that unless Alison travels with me, I never sleep well in hotels. I miss my family. Even though Linus and Camille, at ages 4 and almost 2, find a way to interrupt even the best night’s sleep at home, still, I’d rather be with them. I’ll take Linus clamoring over me at five AM or a kick in the chin from Camille over the finest linens and a chocolate on my pillow. When I’m on the road I yearn for my loved ones.

I’m deeply troubled by the number of parents who wake up too late with the realization: “My children grew up too fast. In the hustle-bustle of career and corporate rat race, I missed their childhood.” What they fail to say but too often inwardly think causes me even more pain: “…and I barely even know them.”This applies to couples as well – so in a hurry to get who-knows-where – a destination seldom defined. Relationships turn into co-habitations, romance into convenience. Very disturbing.

A hundred years from now, no one will remember the size of your bank account, the car you drove or the square footage of your house. The world might differ greatly however, based on your impact in the life of a small child. Your life will most certainly improve, if you pay attention to your significant other, make the choice to put her or him first. Your example will benefit the rest of us. Our world cries out for role models and heroes of every day living. What could you do today to let your loved ones know how much they mean to you? What will you do tomorrow? And the next day?

Think of one specific action that you can take, and take it. Then think of another one and take that, too. Challenge yourself to find new ways to express your appreciation and love on a daily basis. It will pay off ten-fold at home.

On those slightly stressful days when the grass looks a little greener and you feel like maybe you need a break, remember this. Room service will never kiss you goodnight!

–By Ridgely Goldsborough

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I was passing through Columbus, Ohio, some years ago and stopped to eat in the depot restaurant. My attention was called to a slice of watermelon, and I ordered it and ate it. I was so pleased with the melon that I asked the waiter to dry some of the seeds that I might take them home and plant them in my garden. That night, a thought came into my mind—I would use the watermelon as an illustration. So, the next morning, when I reached Chicago, I had enough seeds weighed to find out that it would take about 5,000 watermelon seeds to weigh a pound, and I estimated that the watermelon weighed about forty pounds. Then I applied mathematics to the watermelon.

A few weeks before, someone, I know not who, had planted a little seed in the ground. Under the influence of sunshine and shower, that little watermelon seed had taken off its coat and gone to work. It had gathered from somewhere 200,000 times its own weight and forced that enormous weight through a tiny stem and built a watermelon. On the outside it had put a covering of green, within that rind of white, and within that a core of red. Then it had scattered through the red, little seeds, each one capable of doing the same work over again.

What architect drew the plan? Where did that little watermelon seed get its tremendous strength? Where did it find its flavoring extract and its coloring matter? How did it build a watermelon?

Until you can explain a watermelon, do not be too sure that you can set limits to the power of the Almighty, or tell just what He will do or how He will do it. The most learned men in the world cannot explain a watermelon, but the most ignorant man in the world can eat a watermelon and enjoy it. God has given us the things that we need, and He has given us the knowledge necessary to use those things. And the truth that He has revealed to us is infinitely more important for our welfare than it would be to understand the mysteries that He has seen fit to conceal from us.
—William Jennings Bryan (1860-1925)

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