Daily Archives: May 23, 2011
When you choose your friends
On what it all depends
Is the character they possess
Don’t leave it to a guess
They’re not a pair of socks
With a color that rocks
For if that’s how you choose
Whether them to keep or lose
Then you are more than silly
And I mean come on, really
Their character counts in all
For a good one doesn’t fall
Like fair weather friends do
That you can’t depend on too
Their color is not the way
To decide what friends will stay
Because before you will know
All of the good ones will go
Leaving you a pair of socks
With no character that rocks!
Teresa Marie 5/23/11
There is no point at all
of being a grown up today
if I can’t answer a call
to go a minute and play
When I can’t be as childish
in my own individual way
and do it however I wish
just because of what you say
It’s truly all up to me
as to whether or not I may
regardless of what you see
as my immaturity on display
For with childish faith I do
through each and every day
what God does want me to
not as the world might convey
‘Cause it is not any crime
to be as a child I pray
if I want to go sometime
in my innocence and play!
Teresa Marie 5/23/11
God is so, so very good to Mark and I!! Thank You LORD, our Mighty God!!! And thank you our Guardian Angels for your vigilance! Once again You have protected us through the storms and straight line winds last night.
The wind started picking up as Mark called me to the dining room. He said, “Those storms are coming in pretty quickly, look.” As I looked out the window, I could see the wind whipping across the lawn. Mark had walked into the kitchen to look out the window there that faces west and gazed at the sky. I, “miss oblivious”, didn’t get too concerned and walked back into the living room and continued watching the movie that I was in the middle of. Within 5 or 10 minutes at the most, the picture began to flicker a little bit and I said, “The satellite’s going to go out.” Just then I heard the wind start to roar through.
I got back up and walked into the kitchen again where Mark was standing, still gazing out the window. I asked, a little more concerned now, “What does the sky look like?” He responded that it wasn’t too bad. Both of us have been through enough tornado weather to know what the sky will look like when there is one in the area. As I stared out the window with Mark, I saw that it was definitely ominous looking but only in a storm way and not with the greenish gray pallor of a tornado coming.
I said, “Oh Mark, look at my plant!” My eldest daughter had gotten me a beautiful flowering plant for Mother’s Day that was hanging on the patio and it was slanted completely sideways from the wind. I remarked, “It’s not going to survive, is it?” He just shook his head saying, “Probably not.” I was truly saddened and decided to not watch any more.
A few seconds later, now standing in the dining room again, Mark said, “Terri, I can’t even see the silos now!” They are not very far from the house. The rain was coming down pretty hard by now and it was slanted straight easterly. He exclaimed, “Look at that car down there, he’s been pulled over for the last 10 minutes!” My response was, “He’s probably scared to death. You know that he can’t see a thing!”
Mark went into the computer/game room off of the living room and looked out that window. It faces north. When he did, he said, “Oh my God, Terri, that tree came down! I don’t know how it missed the propane tank!!” My response to that was this, “You know exactly how it missed it!”, and then I went upstairs into the extra bedroom which is also my computer room. As I looked out that window at the tree I said, “Mark, come up here and look at it!”
We could not believe what we saw! I immediately began to pray in the Spirit, thanking God for His protection of us. After that first round of winds, we could see again for a little while. What we witnessed was amazing! The top half of the tree next to the house was snapped off in two pieces. The first and larger half had come down 6 inches from the propane tank. If it had hit it full force, it could very well have exploded! Mark commented on how unbelievable that was and then he saw something else. He told me to look at it again, which I did and said, “Our Guardian Angels are good, aren’t they?! They must have had their arms stretched out together and caught that tree as it was coming down!!”
Not only had it just missed the propane tank, it was laid down perfectly between the bushes that Mark had just planted last year! Neither one of them was hit. The other half was caught by the tree next to it. If it had not been, it would have taken out the patio roof off of the kitchen and possible the edge of the house.
As I was looking out the upstairs window again, I yelled to Mark to come back up there and said, “Oh my God, look at the tree next to the dog pen! God is so good to us that He even protected the dogs!!” The very large tree next to their pen had been snapped of completely at the base leaving just a huge stump in the ground. That tree also had been laid down with care. It missed the pen and didn’t even come across the driveway.
I told Mark, “Did you thank God and our angels? I’ve been doing it for the last 20 minutes!” And I did it again this morning, especially after I saw the news on CNN about the tornado ripping through Joplin, MO! Now I know why the wind was so bad here. With tears in my eyes and a cup of coffee in my hand, I walked outside for the first time to survey the damage. When I got to the propane tank, I started my thanks giving all over again. I could not believe what I was seeing as I circled the house. It truly, truly was a miracle! Until later…
Always remember that Jesus died for us because He loves us!
With a grateful heart,
This e-mail was so touching that I had to share it:
When I was a young boy, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.
Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was “Information Please” and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone’s number and the correct time.
My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy.
Mouthpiece just above my head.
Now that I had an audience.
“Isn’t your mother home?” came the question.
“Nobody’s home but me,” I blubbered.
“Are you bleeding?” the voice asked.
“No,” I replied. “I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts.”
“Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger,” said the voice.
After that, I called “Information Please” for everything. I asked her for
help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math.
She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.
Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called, Information Please,” and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her, “Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?”
Somehow I felt better.
Another day I was on the telephone, “Information Please.”
“Information Please” belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me.
A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle . I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, “Information Please.”
Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.
Idea how much you meant to me during that time?”
I wonder,” she said, “if you know how much your calls meant to me.
Three months later I was back in Seattle . A different voice answered,
I asked for Sally.
“Yes, a very old friend,” I answered.