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   StormCnter  It's raining! Rain is always a blessing. Have a lovely Sunday, friends.
August 17 at 08:16 EST .

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   Surfhut  7:00 on Friday evening. Enjoying a glass of wine, some beautiful pasta and salad, after working hard all week.
August 15 at 20:06 EST .

   9 people like this.

   NotaBene  What a nice way to unwind from a busy week. I would have added some music, it really relaxes me.
August 16 at 15:06 EST .

  4 people like this.

   NotaBene  I have so many blessings, first of all my husband of 43 years, it is a blessing to share my life with him. My children and grandchildren, my faith, and last but not least my 93 year old mother. She has been a wonderful mother and a good friend all my life.

When I was young my mother taught me to always count my blessings; to be thankful for what I had and not worry about what I did not have.
That was a great advice.
August 11 at 12:31 EST .

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   Straitpath  Thanks, NotaBene for your uplifting comment.
August 12 at 21:10 EST .

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   Linder  We are being blessed with the most wonderful gentle rain in southern Iowa. Our lawn was stressed and other rains these past days along with today's is bringing it back.
August 7 at 12:29 EST .

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   BirdsNest  This was posted on the local radio stations website about last Thursday's tornado.

Pam Morgan Lewis, her husband Tommy and their three year old grandson Ben decided to spend part of their summer at Cherrystone Campground this past week.

On Wednesday evening, the Lewis were made aware of the possible thunderstorms predicted for Thursday but nothing too alarming. They did not even bother taking in the awning on their camper because the winds were only predicted to be 10 miles per hour and being experienced campers they had been through some pretty strong storms throughout the years.

Pam says she went to sleep that night feeling safe-no worries-except for what to do with her precious, yet active 3 year old grandson for the day, should it rain.

Tommy left the campground bright and early for work on Thursday morning. Later, Pam was awakened by deafening thunder. She peeked outside to see a very dark sky. Moments later, an alert of a tornado warning came through her cell phone and then she saw the warning on the television. Within seconds things started to change. The wind started picking up and Pam Lewis knew without a doubt that a tornado was coming. She woke up her grandson and wrapped him in pillows, put his bike helmet (quick thinking! ) on him and began praying like never before. Panicked, she called her daughter Morgan and told her to come get them, but she knew she had no choice but to ride out the monster that was headed directly for them.

Pam then called husband who was coming from across the bay because she needed to hear his voice. She was frantic. She says she only heard a few words from Tommy before the noise of the tornado drowned out his voice completely. Tommy says all he could hear was his wife praying and telling him how scared she was. Pam Lewis had never felt so helpless in her life. She and Tommy were disconnected. The hail, pine cones and tree limbs hitting the camper was so loud she did not even hear when a limb came through the roof of her campers kitchen or the awning ripping off. Pam says she has never been that terrified in her life. She wanted to scream but then she when she would peer down at her grandsons big blue eyes and she would just tell him they would be alright. Pam Lewis never prayed harder in her life!

Then just as quickly as the storm came, it left and there was silence. They got out of the camper and by witnessing her surroundings; Pam knew, without a doubt, that she was lucky to be alive. Pam Lewis says she is grateful and blessed because things could definitely have been different for her and 3 year old Ben.

Pam also says that the amount of help from the community was phenomenal and adds we have some very well trained people on the shore. Within minutes she says there were fire trucks and other rescue
July 28 at 08:29 EST .

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   MeiDei  Thanks for posting this heart wrenching story. We pray for those less and as fortunate as she & little Ben.
July 28 at 13:15 EST .

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   Gerty  Thank you, Lord, for those remaining freedoms we still enjoy in these, the United States of America!

Please guide us to uncover those who will help regain what we have lost in the last few years.
July 4 at 23:04 EST .

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   MeiDei  Amen.
July 5 at 12:48 EST .

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   Straitpath  A divinely inspired Constitution.
July 4 at 12:01 EST .

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   MeiDei  I received this in the mail's a lovely story & I hope will be a blessing for someone ..


Consumed by my loss, I didn't notice the hardness of the pew where I sat. I was at the funeral of my dearest friend - my mother. She finally had lost her long battle with cancer. The hurt was so intense; I found it hard to breathe at times. Always supportive, Mother clapped loudest at my school plays, held a box of tissues while listening to my first heartbreak, comforted me at my father's death, encouraged me in college, and prayed for me my entire life. When mother's illness was diagnosed, my sister had a new baby and my brother had recently married his childhood sweetheart, so it fell on me, the 27-year-old middle female child without entanglements, to take care of her. I considered it an honor.

"What now, Lord?" I asked, sitting in church. My life stretched out before me as an empty abyss.

My brother sat stoically with his face toward the cross while clutching his wife's hand. My sister sat slumped against her husband's shoulder, his arms around her as she cradled their child. All so deeply grieving, no one noticed that I sat alone. My place had been with our mother, preparing her meals, helping her walk, taking her to the doctor, seeing to her medication, reading the Bible together. Now she was with the Lord. My work was finished, and I was alone. I heard a door open and slam shut at the back of the church. Quick footsteps hurried along the carpeted floor.

An exasperated young man looked around briefly and then sat next to me. He folded his hands and placed them on his lap. His eyes were brimming with tears. He began to sniffle. "I'm late," he explained, though no explanation was necessary. After several eulogies, he leaned over and commented, "Why do they keep calling Mary by the name of 'Margaret?'"

"Because, that was her name, Margaret; never Mary, no one called her 'Mary,'" I whispered. I wondered why this person couldn't have sat on the other side of the church. He interrupted my grieving with his tears and fidgeting. Who was this stranger anyway?

"No, that isn't correct," he insisted, as several people glanced over at us whispering, "Her name is Mary, Mary Peters."

"That isn't who this is."
"Isn't this the Lutheran church?"
No, the Lutheran church is across the street."
"I believe you're at the wrong funeral, Sir."

The solemnness of the occasion mixed with the realization of the man's mistake bubbled up inside me and came out as laughter. I cupped my hands over my face, hoping it would be interpreted as sobs. The creaking pew gave me away. Sharp looks from other mourners only made the situation seem more hilarious. I peeked at the bewildered, misguided man seated beside me. He was laughing
June 19 at 20:56 EST .

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   MeiDei  Cont'd: too, as he glanced around, deciding it was too late for an uneventful exit.

I imagined Mother laughing. At the final "Amen," we darted out a door and into the parking lot.

"I do believe we'll be the talk of the town," he smiled. He said his name was Rick and since he had missed his aunt's funeral, asked me out for a cup of coffee.

That afternoon began a lifelong journey for me with this man who attended the wrong funeral, but was in the right place. A year after our meeting, we were married at a country church where he was the assistant pastor. This time we both arrived at the same church, right on time.

In my time of sorrow, God gave me laughter. In place of loneliness, God gave me love. This past June, we celebrated our twenty-second wedding anniversary. Whenever anyone asks us how we met, Rick tells them, "Her mother and my Aunt Mary introduced us, and it's truly a match made in heaven."

If you Love God for all the marvelous things he has done for you, send this on to others.

REMEMBER, God doesn't make mistakes. He puts us where we are supposed to be.
June 19 at 20:58 EST .

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   Seminolesecure  To all the parents out their in agony over their children's decisions, I say keep praying and keep caring. Don't give up. Our son almost flunked out of high school but turned it all around (after facing the unpleasant consequences ) and just graduated college with a finance degree and just finished the first week of his new job in a new city as a portfolio analyst for a retail chain. There were times in his 10th grade year we really despaired and what has happened did not seem possible. Hang in there parents!Brighter days are ahead. I also recommend Raising Cain (younger boys ) and the Pressured Child by Michael Thompson. Counting my blessings!
June 8 at 16:35 EST .

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   Seminolesecure  out there...
June 8 at 18:49 EST .

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   MeiDei  My mother always told us kids that what we did to our parents we would get back double from our own. I thought I was a good kid & until puberty my son was ideal, everyone loved him. Yes, they do turn out well even when it seems they have little regard for your guidance. Having had this discussion many years ago with a good friend & her son's antics we took relief by recalling: Train up a child in the way they should go & when they are older they will not depart from it. We're never guaranteed what "age" older is so we have to make ourselves as comfortable as we can while hanging in there : )
June 10 at 09:57 EST .

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   Rake King  Perhaps some of your remember me talking about St. Louis's 60,000 Bosnians permitted to enter the U.S. to gain citizenship. Well their home country has experienced terrible floods that killed several hundred and rendered thousands homeless.

Their local "Bosnian Chamber of Commerce", 5039 Gravois Ave., St. Louis, MO 63116
is asking for clothing donations in the event you would like to help. Thus far they have sent 3 trailer loads and continue to seek donations.
May 21 at 11:40 EST .

   14 people like this.

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