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Friday, June 23, 2006
Ruth, from Uncle Ivan
Ruth went to her mail box and there was only one letter.
She picked it up and looked at it before opening, but then she looked at the envelope again.
There was no stamp, no postmark, only her name and address.
She read the letter:
Dear Ruth:
I`m going to be in your neighborhood Saturday afternoon and I'd like to stop by for a visit.
Love Always,
Jesus
Her hands were shaking as she placed the letter on the table. "Why would the Lord want to visit me? I'm nobody special. I don't have anything to offer."
With that thought, Ruth remembered her empty kitchen cabinets.
"Oh my goodness, I really don't have anything to offer. I'll have to run down to the store and buy something for dinner."
She reached for her purse and counted out its contents. Five dollars and forty cents.
Well, I can get some bread and cold cuts, at least."
She threw on her coat and hurried out the door.
A loaf of French bread, a half-pound of sliced turkey, and a carton of milk... leaving Ruth with grand total twelve cents to last her until Monday.
Nonetheless, she felt good as she headed home, her meager offerings tucked under her arm.
"Hey lady, can you help us,lady?"
Ruth had been so absorbed in her dinner plans, she hadn't even noticed two figures huddled in the alleyway.
A man and a woman, both of them dressed in little more than rags.
"Look lady, I ain't got a job, ya know, and my wife and I have been living out here on the street, and, well, now it's getting cold and we're getting kinda hungry and, well, if you could help us. Lady, we'd really appreciate it."
Ruth looked at them both.
They were dirty, they smelled bad and frankly, she was certain that they could get some kind of work if
they really wanted to.
"Sir, I'd like to help you, but I'm a poor woman myself. All I have is a few cold cuts and some bread, and I'm having an important guest for dinner tonight and I was planning on serving that to Him."
"Yeah, well, okay lady, I understand. Thanks anyway."
The man put his arm around the woman's shoulders, turned and headed back into the alley.
As she watched them leave, Ruth felt a familiar twinge in her heart.
"Sir, wait!"
The couple stopped and turned as she ran down the alley after them.
"Look, why don't you take this food. I'll figure out something else to serve my guest."
She handed the man her grocery bag.
"Thank you lady. Thank you very much!"
"Yes, thank you!" It was the man's wife, and Ruth could see now that she was shivering.
"You know, I've got another coat at home.
Here, why don't you take this one."
Ruth unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it over the woman's shoulders.
Then smiling, she turned and walked back to the street...without her coat and with nothing to serve her guest.
"Thank you lady!
Thank you very much!"
Ruth was chilled by the time she reached her front door, and worried too.
The Lord was coming to visit and she didn't have anything to offer Him.
She fumbled through her purse for the door key. But as she did, she noticed another envelope in her mailbox.
"That's odd. The mailman doesn't usually come twice in one day."
Dear Ruth:
It was so good to see you again.
Thank you for the lovely meal.
And thank you, too, for the beautiful coat.
Love Always,
Jesus
The air was still cold, but even without her coat, Ruth no longer noticed.
She picked it up and looked at it before opening, but then she looked at the envelope again.
There was no stamp, no postmark, only her name and address.
She read the letter:
Dear Ruth:
I`m going to be in your neighborhood Saturday afternoon and I'd like to stop by for a visit.
Love Always,
Jesus
Her hands were shaking as she placed the letter on the table. "Why would the Lord want to visit me? I'm nobody special. I don't have anything to offer."
With that thought, Ruth remembered her empty kitchen cabinets.
"Oh my goodness, I really don't have anything to offer. I'll have to run down to the store and buy something for dinner."
She reached for her purse and counted out its contents. Five dollars and forty cents.
Well, I can get some bread and cold cuts, at least."
She threw on her coat and hurried out the door.
A loaf of French bread, a half-pound of sliced turkey, and a carton of milk... leaving Ruth with grand total twelve cents to last her until Monday.
Nonetheless, she felt good as she headed home, her meager offerings tucked under her arm.
"Hey lady, can you help us,lady?"
Ruth had been so absorbed in her dinner plans, she hadn't even noticed two figures huddled in the alleyway.
A man and a woman, both of them dressed in little more than rags.
"Look lady, I ain't got a job, ya know, and my wife and I have been living out here on the street, and, well, now it's getting cold and we're getting kinda hungry and, well, if you could help us. Lady, we'd really appreciate it."
Ruth looked at them both.
They were dirty, they smelled bad and frankly, she was certain that they could get some kind of work if
they really wanted to.
"Sir, I'd like to help you, but I'm a poor woman myself. All I have is a few cold cuts and some bread, and I'm having an important guest for dinner tonight and I was planning on serving that to Him."
"Yeah, well, okay lady, I understand. Thanks anyway."
The man put his arm around the woman's shoulders, turned and headed back into the alley.
As she watched them leave, Ruth felt a familiar twinge in her heart.
"Sir, wait!"
The couple stopped and turned as she ran down the alley after them.
"Look, why don't you take this food. I'll figure out something else to serve my guest."
She handed the man her grocery bag.
"Thank you lady. Thank you very much!"
"Yes, thank you!" It was the man's wife, and Ruth could see now that she was shivering.
"You know, I've got another coat at home.
Here, why don't you take this one."
Ruth unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it over the woman's shoulders.
Then smiling, she turned and walked back to the street...without her coat and with nothing to serve her guest.
"Thank you lady!
Thank you very much!"
Ruth was chilled by the time she reached her front door, and worried too.
The Lord was coming to visit and she didn't have anything to offer Him.
She fumbled through her purse for the door key. But as she did, she noticed another envelope in her mailbox.
"That's odd. The mailman doesn't usually come twice in one day."
Dear Ruth:
It was so good to see you again.
Thank you for the lovely meal.
And thank you, too, for the beautiful coat.
Love Always,
Jesus
The air was still cold, but even without her coat, Ruth no longer noticed.
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Welcome - Stan and Ann's Ramblings
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Louise, Jake's Beagle, hit on some deer this am and here is what it was looking like!
She chased the scent all the way past 68th this am... haha...
Louise, Jake's Beagle, hit on some deer this am and here is what it was looking like!
She chased the scent all the way past 68th this am... haha...
There is not the slightest doubt in my mind that there is not a Creator of this universe! God is alive, and shares with us His beauty everyday in some way! You had to be there and see this beauty ... for real... to hear the sounds of God, to see His beauty, to smell his beauty... to feel your eyes getting moist as you bow and thank Him for all he has given you... for to Him we owe it all!
Christians - By Maya Angelou
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not shouting "I'm clean livin'."
I'm whispering "I was lost,
Now I'm found and forgiven."
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I don't speak of this with pride.
I'm confessing that I stumble
and need Christ to be my guide.
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not trying to be strong.
I'm professing that I'm weak
And need His strength to carry on.
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not bragging of success.
I'm admitting I have failed
And need God to clean my mess.
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not claiming to be perfect,
My flaws are far too visible
But, God believes I am worth it.
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I still feel the sting of pain.
I have my share of heartaches
So I call upon His name.
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not holier than thou,
I'm just a simple sinner
Who received God's good grace, somehow!
From Uncle Ivan
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
And then as we topped the pond dam on bottom double pond... a rabbit jumped up and off went Lucy again... the other animals don't seem to arouse any instincts in the other dogs... just Lucy, haha... but as you can see, the pond was like glass and the sun was just thinking of coming up... and everything in nature was awaiting it...
Another beautiful morning for walking.... but it sure was hot!! My friends were out and about... Lucy jumped up a doe and chased it all over the 160 acres we live on before she finally quit! It was so cool to hear her baying at it... all the while running... course she never caught it. The at the angle my bird friends were there singing their hearts out...
Monday, June 19, 2006
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Jake's birthday celebration 2006
What a great day yesterday turned out to be... the day after a nice 1.5 inch of badly needed rain that fell on a very thristy land. The guys did not get done with harvest, but are very close and will this coming week. And ole Jake pulled in to our surprise a bit early on Friday night... which is ok with us anytime the kiddos make it home... That was awesome, then on Saturday, Phil and Austyn stopped by, and then Jonathan and Randi and Kaitlyn came up and later on Paul, Heather, Andrew and Madison made it over and we had one awesome birthday feast for Jake's 24th Birthday! Jamie, Terri, Faith and Grace along with Andrew also joined us for dinner Sat. Night to help celebrate Jake's Bday. Jamey is Jake's Welding Instructor and one of the nicest men we know... (His family is awesome as well!). Andrew is a graduate of Jamey's and is a fellow welder as well. Now, Faith and Grace are a set of beautiful young ladies... Twins, who immediately caught the eyes of the two oldest grandsons!! haha... oh my goodness... to be young again... well, nope don't think so, I kind'a like where I am, haha...
Saturday, June 17, 2006
Can you see who I "ran into" walking yesterday morning? He was at the double gates on Brush Creek waiting on me and the dogs to come through and this morning I started at 5:30am so it was still very dark!!! Makes me think I might need to walk a bit later in the day... haha.. Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you... Stinky LePew, cousin of Pepe LePew!
Stan Moffat
Cutting wheat 2006 west of our home... with a rain coming.. see the diesel smoking... the wind was blowing about 40 miles an hour... but the neatest part of this story, if you look through the pics, you will see a man who is 2 years older than Great Grandma Moffat operating it! Yes, Lester is not quite 90... and he puts in as long a day as many young men, and the machine never stops except to fuel!!! From doing this for several years, that is a feat not many can say they have done!! Enjoy the day...
Stan Moffat
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