Columbine Never Forget

If I sat here tonight and told you individual little stories of many of the victims of the Columbine High School tragedy I would not be able to write this simple dedication. But I will tell you that a friend of mine knew Rachel Scott, my brother was good friends with Dave Sanders, the teacher and John Tomlin built houses with his father for Habitat for Humanity that last year of his life. Each one of these beautiful souls had so much to give and so much to live for. But by the evils of this wicked world their lives were cut short. Please never forget them. Please keep their families in your prayers. They need those prayers today as much as they needed them on that fateful day eleven years ago.

Rachel Scott
Daniel Rohrbough
William David "Dave" Sanders
Cassie Bernall
Steven Curnow
Corey DePooter
Kelly Fleming
Matthew Kechter
Daniel Mauser
Isaiah Shoels
John Tomlin
Lauren Townsend
Kyle Velasquez


"Do not fear or be dismayed because of this great multitude, for the battle is not yours, but God's."

2Chronicles 20:15 NAS

TINK IS HOME! PRAISE GOD!

You want to talk about the power of prayer, oh my goodness, God is so good, He is so very good! I am home early today to take Nick to the doctor, as he has some awful flu bug and Rebekah was sitting at the kitchen table with Tink in her lap! This little dog is absolutely amazing! She is blind and going deaf and has liver disease with the tumors all over her head and back to prove it! But she is such a survivor She came home just in the past hour with a bad sunburn and scratches all over her back! We figured she must have tangled with a cat but while two other pets met their doom in the little park half a block from my home, Tink survived! She was picked up by a neighbor a few blocks away. I am unsure of the entire story but the lady works at night so she just saw the flyer! She had Tink since Friday. Friday is the day it was cold and dreary and I worried most about her. I am posting two pics one you can see where she got sunburned and she has a bunch of scratches! The good Samaritan would not accept Rebekah's reward money! The other pic shows how happy she and Rebekah are together even if Smokey had to give her one more sniff!. I am off to cooksome rice for her dinner as Rebekah started making her own food!

You can not imagine how much your prayers and wonderful kind thoughts mean to me and my family! You are the best bunch of bloggettes and bloggers ever! Thank you again for all your kindnesses! Now go hug your pet!

Be faithful in small things because it is in them that your strength lies. Mother Teresa

NO SCAR?

"For to you it has been granted unto Christ,
Not only to believe in Him, but also to suffer for His sake. Phllippians 1:29

Hast thou no scar?
No hidden scar on foot,or side or hand?
I hear thee sung as mighty in the land;
I hear them hail thy bright ascendant star.
Hast thou no scar?

Hast thou no wound?
Yet I was wounded by the archers;spent,
Leaned me against a tree to die, and rent
By ravening beasts that compassed me, I swooned.
Thou hast no wound?

No wound, no scar?
Yet, as the Master  shall the  servant  be?
And pierced are the feet that follow me.
But thine are whole; Can he have followed far?
Who hast no wound or scar?

Back in the 1920s, Amy rescued hundreds of orphaned children.especially little girls  that would be dedicated to Hindu gods for use in sexual temple rituals. By Gods wonderful grace, some had miraculousy escaped  from such pagan slavery ad were led to the Irish "mother" who lovingly cared for each child God sent her.

In 1931 she prayed, "God, please do with me whatever you want. Do anything that will help me to serve you better."

That same day she fell,  suffering fractures  that would cripple her the rest of her life. Not one to be discouraged or bitter when faced with pain or persecution, now Amy had the opportunity to demonstrate God's faithfulness before a much larger "host" of witnesses. While her growing children had continual freedom to enter her bedroom and share their hearts with their beloved "mother", she now had the quiet times that allowed her to write books and poems and letters that were translated and shared around the world

I wanted to share something a little different for Spiritual Sunday and someone else already wrote about Corrie ten Boom another marvelous Christian woman. So I decided to write a small post about Amy Carmichael. I hope you enjoyed it and I hope you will stop by and thank Charlotte and Ginger at bloggerspirit.blogspot.com/ .

A Dog's Poem

An Owner's Plea

Please, God, if You should hear a scratch on Eden's Gate tonight,
A gentle whine, a muffled bark; have Peter take a light
And open up the Pearly Gates and call her Spirit in,
For I think she lived in Heaven once; please take her back again.
She may have been a mongrell, without a pedigree,
Yet she was noble, kind and good; I think You will agree:
That she'll be very useful where the souls of children play.
She'll romp with them, and see; Dear God; they do not go astray.
Just tell her that we're sorry that we could not pat her head,
And whisper how we loved here 'ere her Spirit fled.
I pray that when death beckons, and my soul surmounts life's fog,
I'll rate a place in Heaven, Dear God, beside our dog...
Author Unknown 

I found this lovely poem and just thought I would share it today. 

I found this unknown author poem on a website called Cherished Memories. 

Spats The First Dog Chapter

Spats was the hubby's dog. He acquired him from his grandfather George B who cared for that pup until we took him home with us. Spats was an incredible little half lab. His mother had been a show dog. Bright Eyes was a beautiful AKC registered pup until she got mixed up with the "wrong kind" of dog at the farm in Holly, Colorado. She had a beautiful litter of 7 puppies, five females died shortly after birth and only Spats and
his brother Bubba remained. Bubba died many years before Spats and we raised that dog for nearly 17 years before his untimely death.

That little dog loved the Denver Bronco's and sat with the hubby each weekend when they played football. He also had a penchant for beer and would knock over your can or bottle "accidentally" so he could have a sip or two! Our daughter Noelle had a party one time when we were out of town and she said her friends brought rot gut beer. Black Label to be exact. She said it was so gross that they poured it in the dogs dish! He kindly walked over to that dish, sniffed it and pushed it aside! He was a high end beer drinking dog!

Our daughter Rebekah would sit with him and rock him in her arms and she would lay in his kennel and sing to him and rub his ears. When he got old and sickly she took to caring for him as if he were her only real friend..

When he was a young pup we had a mean neighbor behind us who had two German Shepherds that he abused.He was a police officer. Once before the common fence between went up he cut those dogs loose they came charging our dog across the yard. Now you need to know we were law abiding citizens and we put the pup on his chain attached to his dog house when he was outside so he would not accidentally get away and be hit by a car. My father-in-law built that little dog house and it was built strong and tough. That dog took that house with him when those dogs charged him and he grated the entire backyard with that house on his back! Those dogs never troubled him again.

He always rode shot gun with the hubby and I obliged him. He was the last gift from my hubby's grandfather whom my hubby adored so I indulged him. When we got hi neutered he hopped into the front seat and stared out the window the whole way home. He was mad that we took his manhood away from him and he never let my husband forget it.
He was so gentle and once our oldest son tried to stick a pencil in his rear quarters! I caught him just in time, J was a little tyke learning to walk and talk. That dog had the most antimated face and he looked like "Whew, that was a close call!".

He loved those Broncos and when they won their first Superbowl he went parading up and down our street like a puppy with a crown on his head and his favorite blue blanket tied around his neck like a cape! He had waited 16 plus years for those darn Broncos to win a pennant and six weeks later he fell down the basement stairs and it was then that we had to have him put down. He had a series of health aliments including hip dysplasia. When he fell and the hubby ran to him he snapped at him. Not once in his entire life did he ever get mean or onry with us or the kids.

No news today about Tink but we will always have hope.

Here are a couple shots of Spats in his glory days. We called him Spars because his feet had white markings on them and it looked like he was wearing old fashioned "spats".

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History Made With the Colorado Rockies

Now I did not come here to rub my Rockies win in any Brave fans face! We all love our teams and before the Rockies my heart strictly belonged to the NY Yankees! My dad played the game in the semi pros and he was an excellent catcher! But he loved the Yankees! He always said go with your home team unless of course you don't have one and for many years Colorado did not have a home team to root for! But I love Ubaldo Jimenez and watching him pitch that no hitter tonight touched my heart! If anyone was deserving of this, to set the record for the Rockies, with their first ever no hitter in their history, he was! He is a quiet man, always giving the glory to God first! I know he had some great help out there tonight including Dexter playing with his folks watching in the stands! But Ubaldo is a great guy, he works so hard and one of our announcers tonight said "I bet Ubaldo is walkin in high cotton!" I have not heard that expression for many years and it was a great feeling to laugh and to smile and just have some fun after the harrowing past three days we have had with our missing pup!

So here's  to you Ubaldo Jimenez! I hope you pitch many more no hitters in your career!

Congrats to the entire Colorado Rockies! Great job guys, great job!