Hello students. Hope this finds you safe and warm and ready for exams. All the best.
Grandma used to set her hot apple pies on the window sill to cool. Her grand daughters set theirs on the window sill to thaw.
Hayley Greene shared this story with her mom who passed it on to us. It is about a kind soul working in the dead letter office of the Canadian post office. Thanks and enjoy …
Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died, my 4 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could, so she dictated these words:
Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick. I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her you will know that she is my dog. I really miss her. Love Meredith.
We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had.
Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, “To Meredith” in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, ‘When a Pet Dies.’ Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey and Meredith and this note:
Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help. I recognized Abbey right away. Abbey isn’t sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don’t need our bodies in heaven, I don’t have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by. Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you. I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I am wherever there is love. Love, God
Why did the pilgrims pants always fall down?
Because they wore their belt buckle on their hat.
IN EVERYTHING GIVE THANKS. 1 Thessalonians 5:18
A needy widow in Chicago lived by the motto: “The Lord will provide.” Even when severely tested, Mrs. Hokanson never lost her ready smile and triumphant faith. Casting her care on God, she found that He always took the burden and supplied the needed blessing. Mrs. Hokanson was the sole support for her mentally retarded son. Eventually, chronic arthritis confined her to bed. When a church youth group went over to Mrs. Hokanson’s house to cheer her up, they were amazed to discover that she was not depressed. They inquired, “Now what will you and Arthur do?” She gave her usual quiet, confident response, “The Lord will provide.” When Mrs. Hokanson died, many people wondered what would happen to her son. But when friends and neighbours went home with Arthur after the funeral, he proudly showed them his collection of stamps. Instead of tearing the stamps off the envelopes, he had intercepted and kept scores of letters intended for his mother and left them unopened. Many contained substantial gifts – enough to care for the boy for the rest of his life.
My God shall supply all your need. Philippians 4:19
What kind of coffee was served on the Titanic? SANKA
They buried Jewel Martin recently in Port Findlay on Lake Huron’s picturesque North Channel. She was 78. The past 2 years have been rough on the Martin family, known in agricultural circles as one of Northern Ontario’s most progressive dairy producers. (They pioneered the use of upright silos in Northern Ontario and had a dairy herd of 90 cows.) It’s been just a little over 2 months since Jewel’s husband Stan, the family’s hard-working patriarch, died suddenly at Matthew’s Memorial Hospital in Richard’s Landing on June 14. They had been married for 59 years and had 5 children. Nineteen months before that, their daughter, Shiela Matheson, a former Algoma school trustee, died of cancer. Then came Jewel’s death. Three passings in less than 2 years – all hard blows for the close-knit Tarbutt Township farm family. But at Jewel’s funeral, grief transfigured into raw amazement when mourners were shown an astonishing trio of carrots. The carrots were found in Jewel’s garden the day after she died. Which brings us to Stan’s ring. He lost it about 4 years ago, and after he died, Jewel was often heard commenting that she wished she still had it. Then, the day after Jewel died, 2 of her grandchildren, Mikayla and Shelley, were pulling carrots from the garden Jewel had planted shortly after Stan had died. And there, encircling this cluster of three intertwined roots, was their Grandpa’s missing ring! Glenn Martin, clerk-treasurer for the Township of Tarbutt and a son to Stan and Jewel, brought the carrots to the funeral home. “If we needed a sign that Shiela, Dad and Mum are together, this is a pretty good one!
“It’s more than coincidence,” says Mike Tulloch, who held up the inseparable carrots as he delivered the eulogy at Jewel’s funeral. “I do believe in Divine Providence and this is certainly a sign. It’s certainly a sign of comfort to the family.” Glenn Martin, meanwhile, is trying now to find the best way of preserving Jewel Martin’s Miracle Carrots. (September 2, 2006, Sootoday.com)
Take care and God Bless! Bar River and Echo Bay United Churches