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Printable Issue 836  Today is Monday, July 3rd, 2006; Karen's Korner #836

An email from minister Jeff White, from whom  I receive inspirational thoughts most days. I really enjoy the way that he thinks and writes:

This is what the Lord God says:
I, myself, will search for my sheep
and take care of them.

Ezekiel 34:11

 

     Mission statements are a big deal in corporate America today.  If you believe the hype then you can’t succeed without a succinct mission statement.  Personally, I believe actions speak louder than words.  I’d rather see a company take care of customers than hear them tell they are going to take care of customers.

     Corporate advisors say a good mission statement will be succinct and well defined.  Here’s an example of a bad mission statement:  “To deliver high profits to shareholders through providing a broad range of services to customers, thereby enhancing their ability to succeed”  Can any of you tell me the who, what, when or where of that company?

     In Ezekiel we have the perfect mission statement from God:  I, myself, will search for my sheep and take care of them”.  God, who loves and cares for us, leaves no question about his mission in this world. 

    That’s a mission statement I can believe!

 

Printable Issue 837  Today is Tuesday, July 4th, 2006; Karen's Korner #837
Happy 4th of July!
 
The words to a familiar patriotic tune plus some 4th of July humor forwarded by Kevin Rayner:
 
America the Beautiful
O beautfiul for spacious skies,
for amber waves of grain;
for purple mountain majesties
above the fruited plain!
 
America, America!
God shed his grace on thee,
and crown they good with brotherhood
from sea to shining sea.
 
~~
 
The Fourth of July was coming up, and the nursery school teacher took the opportunity to tell her class about patriotism. "We live in a great country," she said. "One of the things we should be happy is that, in this country, we are all free."

One little boy came walking up to her from the back of the room. He stood with his hands on his hips and said, "I'm not free. I'm four."
~~
Printable Issue 838  Today is Wednesday, July 5th, 2006; Karen's Korner #838
Two poems. The first one is on a bookmark which I received from our Australian daughter Karen and her family for my 60th birthday. I really like it:
 
Heart Prints
 
When we reach out to another
we leave our heart-prints.
 
When we touch a friend
we leave our identity.
 
One of the greatest gifts we can give
 is to reach past the thorns and find the rose.
 
To recognize the nobility in another's soul,
and raise that person up, is the gift of precious life.
 
When our heart-prints
become our love-prints.
 
**
 
The second one was on a card I received this week from Al Bennett and was written by a friend:
 
If life were everlasting,
And never came to end....
I wonder? Could I ever do
The things I did intend?
Each day we think of something
To bring someone cheer...
But...unless we stop and do it
It's soon another year.
And when our lives are over....
And He reads in the open book
It only records what we did for others
And so little of us it took.
 
~ Marie Packard
Printable Issue 839  Today is Thursday, July 6th, 2006; Karen's Korner #839
A pass along email forwarded to me by Dorothy Riekens:

Wet Pants


Come with me to a third grade classroom....

There is a nine-year-old kid sitting at his desk and all of a sudden,
there is a puddle between his feet and the front of his pants are wet.
He thinks his heart is going to stop because he cannot possibly imagine
how this has happened.


It's never happened before, and he knows that when the boys find out he
will never hear the end of it. When the girls find out, they'll never
speak to him again as long as he lives.
The boy believes his heart is going to stop, he puts his head down and
prays this prayer, "Dear God, this is an emergency! I need help now!
Five minutes from now I'm dead meat."
He looks up from his prayer and here comes the teacher with a look in
her eyes that says he has been discovered.
As the teacher is walking toward him, a classmate named Susie is
carrying a goldfish bowl that is filled with water.


Susie trips in front of the teacher and inexplicably dumps the bowl of
water in the boy's lap.
The boy pretends to be angry but all the while is saying to himself,
"Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Lord!"


Now all of a sudden, instead of being the object of ridicule, the boy is
the object of sympathy. The teacher rushes him downstairs and gives him
gym shorts to put on while his pants dry out.
All the other children are on their hands and knees cleaning up around
his desk.
The sympathy is wonderful. But as life would have it, the ridicule
that should have been his has been transferred to someone else - Susie.


She tries to help, but they tell her to get out. "You've done enough,
you klutz!"
Finally, at the end of the day, as they are waiting for the bus, the boy
walks over to Susie and whispers, "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"
Susie whispers back, "I wet my pants once too."

May God help us see the opportunities that are always around us to do
good.....

Printable Issue 840  Today is Friday, July 7th, 2006; Karen's Korner #840
The Weld family is growing!
 
Last year, we had Molly Champion (our daughter, Jamie's daughter). This year we added Thomas James Feeley (our Australian daughter, Karen's son). And we learned this week, that next year we will be adding another one to our midst (our son-in-law Ed and his wife Heather) will have a baby the first part of the new year.
 
Okay, we know Molly is our granddaughter. And we know that the Feeleys and the Leighton-Dicks aren't anything to us, biologically.
 
But they can all be adopted by us....by love!
 
Sort of like what God does for us. He sent His Son so that we could be adopted into His Family.
 
Love does some strange and wonderful things.
 
And love?? Well, that extends beyond one life and into other ones that are coming up.
 
And for that we are grateful!
Printable Issue 841  Today is Monday, July 10th, 2006; Karen's Korner #841
This Karen's Korner was an email "Chicken Soup for the Soul" which I received in March 2005. It is a good one, as we think about Ames completing its hosting of the National Special Olympic Games.
 
 
Hi, I'm Jane
By Sandra J. Bunch

     Standing in the middle of the gymnasium, I faced the Special Olympics athletes—wall-to-wall bleachers filled with energy and excitement.  The incessant chatter and constant movement was interrupted only occasionally when an athlete would break loose and dash across the room.  Their enthusiasm could not be stifled - this was their special day.
     I was an inexperienced high-school junior.  When I signed up to volunteer as a team leader, I had no idea what it would entail.  Standing there completely baffled, I surveyed the chaos, wondering how the Games could ever be organized.
     As I waited anxiously for my team of girls to be called, a small mob of schoolgirls, wearing matching Special Olympics T-shirts, closed in on me.  Each girl had a distinctive gait.  Some moved as if they were going to attack me, while others had difficulty putting one foot in front of the other.
     One young woman bounced clumsily toward me with such liveliness, gravity seemed to have no effect.  Strands of brown hair swayed back and forth in front of her blue eyes with every step, and a huge smile warmed her full, freckled face.
     I felt paralyzed as I realized she was headed directly toward me.  She stood next to me, placed her arm on my shoulder, and said, "Hi, I'm Jane."
     "Hi, I'm Sandy."
     Then, moving even closer, she said, "Hi, Sandy.  I'm Jane."
     Smiling, I asked, "How are you, Jane?"
     "Fine," she said, her gaze focused on my face.
     Just then the whistle announced the first event - a basketball - dribbling relay.  The girls lined up behind the starting line, ready to dribble the ball to the cone at the other end of the court, and back again.
     At the sound of the bell, my first team member picked up the ball and put as much energy as she could into her task.  Bounce . . . Catch . . . Step.  Bounce . . . Catch . . . Step.
     "Come on!  You can do it!" I yelled.  Bounce . . . Catch . . . Step . . . Smile.  Crossing the finish line, she passed the ball to the next girl, who took off.
     "Go!  Go!" I screamed.
     Handling the basketball with confidence as she zigzagged down the court and back, she passed the ball to Jane.
     "Watch, Sandy.  I can do this."  As Jane attempted to dribble, her bouncing gait kept her from controlling the ball.  With almost every step, Jane's foot would kick the ball, sending it flying across the gymnasium.
     "You can do it, Jane!" I yelled.
     Her smile never faded as she happily retrieved the ball and resumed where she had left off.  As if the ball had a mind of its own, it took two more trips across the gymnasium before Jane was back at my side.
     "I did good, didn't I, Sandy?" Jane asked proudly.
     "Yes, you did fine."
     Then, as if she needed reminding, Jane once again placed her arm on my shoulder and declared, "I'm Jane."
     "Yes, you are Jane," I responded, with a reassuring smile.  This game continued throughout the other events.
     I admired Jane's zeal and her extraordinary attitude.  She faced each challenge optimistically.  Nothing fazed her.  Nothing could erase the beautiful smile from her face.  Each setback seemed to fuel her exuberant joy.
     At the end of the day, each athlete received a ribbon.  No one on my team came in first - it wasn't important.  The only thing that mattered was a job well-done and contented hearts.  These girls were no different than any Olympian in Barcelona or Sydney; they had given their all, and now they looked at their ribbons with as much pride as a gold medalist.
     "See!  I did good!" Jane announced as she proudly showed me her ribbons.
     It was time to go.  Jane stood by my side and propped her arm on my shoulder.  "Bye, Sandy.  I had fun.  I did good, didn't I?"
     "You did your best.  I am so proud of you," I answered, looking into her distant eyes.
     Digging a piece of folded paper and small pencil from the pocket of her shorts, Jane handed it to me.  "Can I have your address, Sandy?" she asked graciously.
     "Sure," I said, jotting it down.
     "I could write you, and then you could write me, huh?  That would be good."
     "Yes, I would like that."
     All but one of the girls walked out of my life.  Jane and I continued to communicate through letters and phone calls.  We talked about comic books and baby dolls - trivial things to me, but to her, prized possessions.
     A year later, as the Special Olympics approached, Jane wrote, "Can you come watch me in the Special Olympics?"
     That year, I went as an observer.  I stood next to Jane's mother during the floor-hockey competition.  Occasionally I shouted, "Good, Jane, good!"
     "I'm glad you came," her mother said.  "You mean so much to my daughter.  She enjoys your letters.  When she asked if she could invite you, I said yes, but I also told her I didn't think you would come."
     Looking at her in disbelief, I thought, Why would you assume such a thing?  I replied, "Jane and I have developed a close relationship this year.  She is my friend, and I'm happy to come."  Pausing for a moment, I smiled and added, "Besides, I love Jane."
     "I know you do, dear," her mother said.  "It's just that . . . she's been disappointed so many times before."
     The game ended, and Jane ran over to me.  "I did good, didn't I, Sandy?"
     Hugging her, I said, "Yes you did, Jane!"  We walked to lunch, arm in arm, and then said our good-byes.  That was the last time I saw her.  Although we corresponded during most of my college years, the letters eventually stopped.
     A few years later, I sent a letter to my special friend.  I wanted her to come to my wedding.  I pictured her saying, "You did good, Sandy," cheering me on like I had done for her.  Unfortunately, the letter was returned - "No such person at this address."  I felt heartbroken.
     Because of Jane, I now find joy in the little things.  I know that winning isn't really all that important.  When life sends me in an unexpected direction, I now get right back on course and start again.
     Every once in a while, though, I can feel her arm rest on my shoulder as she says, "Hi, I'm Jane."

Printable Issue 842  Today is Tuesday, July 11th, 2006; Karen's Korner #842
Pass along email from Dorothy Riekents:
 
LORD, make me a blessing!
 

Lord, I want to be a blessing here
To show to others how much I care.
Many are hurting and don't know the way,
Lord, will you send me to someone today?

My friend was hurting and in so much pain,
Then I prayed to my Father in Jesus' name,
How she needed you to come into her life,
As Christians prayed, she found the light.

This Light is Jesus, He is always near,
Many just struggle but Jesus does care,
Oh, how I pray that others will proclaim,
Use me Lord, I'll plead in Jesus' name.

Lord, there are others with so many hurts,
Who have been serving you since their birth,
I pray daily their needs you will supply,
Lord you are the answer, on you I can rely.

Lord, make me a blessing to help in all the hurt,
Let me share in someone's burden today,
As I talk to you, won't you hear each prayer,
I want to be like Jesus, His love to share.

Lord help me care while souls are being tossed,
With the nail and your love you paid the great cost,
I'll fall on my knees and talk to you in prayer,
Please dear Jesus, Will you answer my prayer?

 
Printable Issue 843  Today is Wednesday, July 12th, 2006; Karen's Korner #843
A hodge-podge of sayings and short thoughts:
 
 "Prayer is not asking for what you think you want,
but asking to be changed in ways you can't imagine."
~ Kathleen Norris, poet/author
(a favorite of Diana Barron's)
 
***
 "The only way you can fail in witnessing is fail to witness."
~ B. Gray Allison
(a favorite of Bud Merwin's)
 
***
 
"Let us never rest till we experience
all the fullness of Christ Jesus."
~ Charles Wesley
 
***
 
...and two fill-in-the-blanks, taken from Genesis:
 
"Father, because You are with ______________,
may they prosper in whatever they do according to Your will."
~ from Genesis 39:23
 
 
"Lord, I pray that You will
give _____________ an answer
of peace."
~ from Genesis 41:16
 
***
 
Printable Issue 844  Today is Thursday, July 13th, 2006; Karen's Korner #844
Same routine everyday when I get up.
* Take a bath (sometimes a shower, but most days a bath).
* Wash my hair.
* Use a face cleanser.
* Put on some face moisturizer.
* Brush my teeth.
* Floss. (that isn't enough for my daily teeth care, my gums might be the culprit) .
* Use a water pick with antiseptic mouth wash.
* Chew four Tums (might strengthen my bones).
* Take one asprin (helps ward off heart stuff in the future).
* Swallow one Centrum (should gets rid of some things and add some other things).
 
I have to confess some days I skip over one or maybe a couple. Then when I get closer to going to the dentist or the doctor, I start to think, "Maybe I should have been more faithful. I'll feel badly if my teeth or body aren't in the condition they are looking for, because I take a short cut on a occasion." Relief when I find out "stuff" is still working and okay.
 
I do the same things with my daily faith routine:
* Read some verses, chapters in the Bible.
* Meditate on what I have read.
* Don't forget to pray.
* Memorizing Bible verses are good.
* Listen to good tapes, music, radio, television broadcasts.
 
I have to confess sometimes I short cut some things. Then I begin to feel guilty about what I could or should have done to be more faithful in my spiritual health and my relationship with God and His Son Jesus.
 
Jim's cousin, Wilma, one time read a Karen's Korner and she penned. "When our girls were in nurses' training, they brought home this advice from one of their classes:  'Never SHOULD on yourself!'"
 
I am sure that, among other things, it takes away from good mental health.
 
As I think of my daily routine of physical and spiritual fitness, I believe God wants me to focus on who I AM, all of the things I AM doing, to celebrate what I HAVE done, and to find JOY in each step. As a Loving Heavenly Father, He encourages, celebrates, and loves each thing that I do. He looks for a healthy relationship; He isn't a score keeper.
 
Condemning thoughts? Those don't come from Him!
 
Together, we celebrate who HE is, whose I AM, whose you ARE!
 
Dear Father In Heaven, Thank You for all of the opportunities to take care of my physical, mental, spiritual, and emotional health. But Father, I am so happy that those are just possibilities. Even if I do them all, they may or may not be enough. You are so much bigger and more complete than the nominal things I can do! You add so many dimensions to each of our lives. You give us grace, peace, joy, hope, mercy, patience........and so many others things than we can't juggle on our own. Help us to focus on you and not on our "to do" list. Thank You for giving us Your Son Jesus. Amen.
Printable Issue 845  Today is Friday, July 14th, 2006; Karen's Korner #845
Sometimes a new pass around email becomes popular; this is one. I have received it from three different people in the past week. If you have not read it, I hope that you enjoy it:
 
 

Cell Phone vs. Bible

I wonder what would happen if we treated our Bible like we treat our cell phones.

What if we carried it around in our purses or pockets?

What if we turned back to get it if we forgot it?

What if we flipped through it several times a day?

What if we used it to receive messages from the text?

What if we treated it like we couldn't live without it?

What if we gave it to kids as gifts?

What if we used it as we traveled?

What if we used it in case of an emergency?

What if we upgraded it to get the latest version?

I was thinking on my way home, got touched by the spirit, so I wrote this so you can hear it.

Its just something to think about!

Something to make you say, "hmmmmmmmmmmmmm, and where is my Bible?"

~~ Anonymous
Printable Issue 846  Today is Monday, July 17th, 2006; Karen's Korner #846
While I was still 59, I started to tell family and friends I was going to run the 100 meter dash at the Iowa Games this summer in my new category of women who were more than 60!
 
Despite the fact that I had never run in a competitive race in my life, I started to 'train', running the equvalent of 100 meters several times each day...either at our farm home or uptown at our school's track. When mentioning to family and friends what I was going to do, I would tell that I believed the only people who would enter were past track stars of the early 1960s and those who were now running marathons and 5Ks. My plan was to come in last, but beat everyone who didn't bother to run!
 
The 'big day' of the competition was yesterday! As I sat waiting for my turn to run, a handful of people sitting near me couldn't believe I had never run in anything, ever! "Not even in high school!" several said. "Nope, never!" was my reply.
 
Guess what? No one else in my age category entered! I was the oldest women entered in track and field events. It seems not too many women entered at all, in all of the adult ages. I was paired to run with six other women, ages 45 - 64. Three categories. But I would be the winner. The Iowa Games Gold Medalist in the 60 - 64 age category!! (I don't believe I will mention my 'fast time' as I don't want Molli O'Brien and Michelle Voigts, two of our local high school track stars, falling off their chairs with laughter! But I really did okay!)
 
Leading up to the event, I had lots of unknowns and people pointing me in the right direction. It would have been lots easier to not enter at all. I was happy about a month ago that I had told many what I was going to do. As I sat in front of my computer ready to register on-line, it would have been easier to not sign up! I didn't know where the track stadium was. I didn't know anyone else there. I didn't know where to sign up, how to warm up ahead of time, or even how to really run the race correctly. Other people encouraged me and pointed me in the right direction! Easier not to do, what I had never done!
 
Once again, I subscribed to the Nike slogan, "Just do it!" Like many things in our lives, when we dare to do things, try to do things, venture out into things we have never tried before, "God will bless it!"
 
May God nudge you and me to do some things outside of our comfort zone today and every day.........whether we win the gold medal or not; whether we are successful or not! He will take care of the "what happens next"!
Printable Issue 847  Today is Tuesday, July 18th, 2006; Karen's Korner #847
Here is a "Jeff White":
 

I am the Lord, the God
of every person on the earth.
Nothing is impossible for me.

Jeremiah 32:27

 

     Life can really throw us some curves, can’t it?  We think we’ve got it all in hand, everything planned out... then boom!  It all falls apart.  Someone gets sick, someone loses a job, someone dies.  What do we do?

     Thank God that he is in control.  He, no matter what is going on around us, is handling it for us.  And nothing, nothing, nothing is too big or small for him to handle.  Let Go and let God.

Printable Issue 848  Today is Wednesday, July 19th, 2006; Karen's Korner #848
Two items; the first one from Gary Brandt which he included on our Lake worship song sheets on Sunday, complete with a photo graphic:
 
One Man;
Two Boards;
Three Nails;
Four You!
 
~~
 
The second one forwarded to us by Jim Bossard:
 
VERY SPECIAL DELIVERY

May the Lord open up
the windows of heaven
and pour you a blessing
that you will not have room
enough to receive it all.


May the Lord bless
you exceedingly and abundantly,
above all you could ever hope for.


May the Lord bless you
that you may walk in a
financial overflow.


May you fall in love with Him
for the rest of your days
in the Name of
Jesus.
Amen!
 
~~
Printable Issue 849  Today is Thursday, July 20th, 2006; Karen's Korner #849
Last week a friend related a story of how a couple of men were working outside of her ground-level office window. What they were doing wasn't so distracting. It was what they were saying. Many swear words; using God's name in vain often. More than the friend could stand.
 
"I told the guys, 'I can stand the swearing, but would you please refrain from using my Lord's name that way?'" she said.
 
So what happened next?
 
"They didn't say much of anything after that," my friend said.
 
She was more concerned with what these two strangers were saying about her Friend, than she was what about what the guys might think of her comments.
 
Jesus' disciples told Him that they would always be there for Him, never deny Him. Easy to say in the confines of their fellowship group. Jesus knew better what their human natures were like. Peter said he would never deny Him. Jesus said, "tomorrow afternoon before the rooster crows a second time, you will deny me three times" (Mark 14:30).
 
We are like Peter. We think we will do one thing, while we are in a worship service or with Bible study friends.Chances are pretty good we will do something else - out there in the 'real world'!
 
Dear Father in Heaven, help us not to deny You. We worship You. We love You. We thank You, Jesus. Amen. 
Printable Issue 850  Today is Friday, July 21st, 2006; Karen's Korner #850
I received this from Colleen Hackley yesterday, as a pass-along email. At the bottom, it said to pass it on others.......and, well, you know what they sometimes say:
 
JESUS
 
Jesus had no servants, yet they called Him Master.
Had no degree, yet they called Him Teacher.
Had no medicines, yet they called Him Healer.
Had no army, yet kings feared Him.

He won no military battles, yet He conquered the world.
He committed no crime, yet they crucified Him.
He was buried in a tomb, yet He lives today.
Feel honored to serve such a Leader who loves us.
 
***
Printable Issue 851  Today is Monday, July 24th, 2006; Karen's Korner #851
Thanks to so many of you who congratulated me or commented on my 100 meter dash at the Iowa Games last weekend.
 
Now since I have run a short distance in one track meet, does that make me a 'runner'?
 
I hadn't run before that time.
 
If someone would have asked, I probably would have said, "I don't run!"
 
I wonder how often we label ourselves prematurely.
 
"I can't sing!"
 
"I am no teacher!"
 
Might be our response, when we are asked to sing in our church choir or lead a group of some sort.
 
Is it that we truly can't or don't? Or that we have never tried it yet?
 
Sometimes the church choir needs another voice; not someone ready for the concert circuit.
 
Sometimes the kids need a leader; not someone who will be nominated for "Teacher of the Year".
 
Maybe, just maybe, we are more talented and capable than we think. Maybe we just haven't tapped into a new talent yet.
 
Even if we are 60........and have never run in a race before!
 
We can turn into runners, teachers, singers.........and a host of other things!!
 
After all the Bible says, "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me!" (Philippians 4:13)
 
Hard telling what all that might include!
Printable Issue 852  Today is Tuesday, July 25th, 2006; Karen's Korner #852
Something I received from Dorothy Riekens. I have no idea its author:
 
The Unseen Jesus

I saw Jesus last week.
He was wearing blue jeans and an old shirt.
He was up at the church building.
He was alone and working hard.
For just a minute
He looked like one of our members,
but it was Jesus,
I could tell by his smile.

I saw Jesus last Sunday.
He was teaching a Bible class.
He didn't talk real loud or use long
words,
But you could tell he believed what he said.
For just a minute
He looked like my Sunday School teacher,
But it was Jesus, I could tell by his loving voice.

I saw Jesus yesterday.
He was at the hospital visiting
A friend who was sick.
They prayed together quietly.
For just a minute
He looked like my preacher,
But it was Jesus,
I could tell by the tears in his eyes.

I saw Jesus the other day,
He was bringing a covered dish over to me
Because I had been sick.
Just for a minute
I thought it was in my sweet neighbor's
Gentle hands stroking my shoulder,
But it was Jesus,
I could feel him in my soul.

I saw Jesus this morning.
He was in the kitchen making my breakfast
And fixing me a special lunch.
For just a minute
He looked like my Mom,
But it was Jesus,
I could feel the love from his heart.

I see Jesus everywhere,
Taking food to the sick,
Being friendly to a newcomer,
And for just a minute
I think he's someone I know,
But it's always Jesus,
I can tell by the way He serves.
May someone see Jesus in me today.


The Closer I get to God
The More He Rubs Off On Me!!!!!
 
~~
Printable Issue 853  Today is Wednesday, July 26th, 2006; Karen's Korner #853
Psalms 145:1 - 13 ~~
 
I will praise you, my God and King,
and bless your name each day and forever.
 
Great is Jevoha! Greatly praise him!
His greatness is beyond discovery!
 
Let each generation tell its children what glorious things he does.
I will meditate about your glory, splendor, majesty, and miracles.
 
Your awe-inspiring deeds shall be on every tongue;
I will proclaim your greatness.
Everyone will tell about how good you are, and sing about your righteousness.
 
Jehovah is kind and merciful, slow to get angry, full of love.
He is good to everyone,
and his compassion is intertwined with everything he does.
 
All living things shall thank you, Lord,
and your people will bless you.
 
They will talk together about the glory of your kingdom
and mention examples of your power.
 
They will tell about your miracles and about the majesty and glory of your reign.
For your kingdom never ends.
You rule generation after generation.
 
**
Printable Issue 854  Today is Thursday, July 27th, 2006; Karen's Korner #854
Here is the last part of Psalms 146, begun yesterday plus a commentary on the verses:
 
Psalm 145: 14 - 21:
 
The Lord lifts the fallen and those bent beneath their loads.
The eyes of all mankind look up to you for help;
you give them their food as they need it.
You constatnly satisfy the hunger and thirst of every living thing.
 
The Lord is fair in everything he does, and full of kindness.
He is close to all who call on him sincerely.
He fulfills the desires of those who reverence and trust him;
he hears their cries for help and rescues them.
He protects all those who love him, but destroys the wicked.
 
I will praise the Lord and call on all men everywhere to bless his holy name
forever and forever.
 
Commentary:
Sometimes our burdens seem more than we can bear and we wonder how we can go on. The psalmist stands at the bleak intersection of life's road and points toward the Lord, the great burden-bearer. God is able to bear our unbearable burdens because he:
 
    * is great beyond discovery (verse 3);
    * does glorious things across many generations (verse 4);
    * is full of glory, splendor, majesty and miracles (verse 5);
    * does awe-inspiring deeds (verse 6);
    * is righteous (verse 7);
    * is kind, merciful, patient, and loving (verse 8);
    * reaches out to us with compassion (verse 9);
    * rules over an unending kingdom (verse 13);
    * is our souce of food, water, and help (verse 15);
    * is fair in all his dealings and full of kindness (verse 17);
    * remains close to those who call on him (verse 18);
    * listens to our cries and sends his protection (verse 19, 20);
   
If you are bending under a burden and feel that you are about to fall, turn to God for help. He is ready to bear your burden.
 
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Printable Issue 855  Today is Friday, July 28th, 2006; Karen's Korner #855

"One of these days they are going to remove so much of the 'hooey' and the thousands of things the schools have become clogged up with, and we will find that we can educate our broods for about one-tenth of the price and learn 'em something that they might accidentally use after they escape."
-- Will Rogers
 
(For those who do not know who Will Rogers was, he was a cowboy philosopher and humorist of the 1920s and 1930s, popular for his timely, shrewd comments on current events. Even today's educators may agree with Will's comments.)
 
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"Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom!"
 
~~  Proust
 
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And since this is the seventh anniversary of our daughter Merry's death, here is one of her forwarded emails to us several days before she was killed:
 
When a mother saw a thunderstorm forming in mid-afternoon, she worried
about her seven year old daughter who would be walking three blocks home
from school.

         Deciding to meet her, the mother saw her walking nonchalantly along,
stopping to smile every time the lightening flashed.

 Seeing her mother, the little girl ran to her, explaining happily.
"All the way home, God's been taking my picture!"
 
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Printable Issue 856  Today is Monday, July 31st, 2006; Karen's Korner #856
Taken from "A Second Chicken Soup for the Woman's Soul":
 
Beauty Contest
By Carla Muir
 
A successful beauty product company asked the people in a large city to send brief letters about the most beautiful women they knew; along with the women's pictures.Within a few weeks, thousands of letters were delivered to the company.
 
One letter in particular caught the attention of the employees, and soon it was handed to the company president. The letter was written by a young boy, who wrote from a broken home, liniving in a run-down neighborhood. With spelling corrections, an excerpt from his letter read:
 
" A beautiful woman lives down the street from me. I visit her every day. She makes me feel like the most important kid in the world. We play checkers and she listens to my problems. She understands me and when I leave she always yells out the door that she's proud of me.
 
The boy ended his letter by saying, "This picture shows you that she is the most beautiful woman. I hope I have a wife as pretty as her."
 
Intrigued by the letter, the president asked to see this woman's picture. His secretary handed him a photograph of a smiling, toothless woman, well advance in years, sitting in a wheelchair. Sparse gray hair was pulled back in a bun and wrinkles that formed deep furrows on her face were somehow diminished by the twinkle in her eyes.
 
"We can't use this woman," explained the president, smiling. "She would show the world that our products aren't necessary to be beautiful."