for the good recovering of our 2 members: Panda and Cariad!! Its wonderful to have them back on the site; which means they have left Intensive Care and are now at the normal ward.. Lets pray that each day they will get better and soon to be able go home!!!

Some of the players here also play on Pocket-Monkey and may have played BlouBul (Lisa) who recently lost her fight against cancer. A brave Lady with a good sense of humour and fun. A tragic waste at 38, she leaves a husband (Flip) and children (Joanne and Henk 13 and 9).
I wasn't aware of Panda and Cariad's problems and would like to add my prayers for them too. I wish them a speedy recovery.

Thanks FBI

Please pray for my sister and her family, as they just lost thier 23 year old daughter to Battens Disease. She was an ispiration to all that knew her. She has joined my husband that recently passes on as well in the hands of God. What a wonderful thing it must be to walk and run again with no pain! I would also like to say Thank You to all our service men and women for all they are doing across the world. God be with them all!

what is Battens Disease?

Sure we will keep them in our thoughts and prayers.. what a terrible experience to lose your child!! :o( ANd how sorry I am you lost your husband recently! :o(

What are their names; for we'll put you and your family on our prayerlist.

Hang in there!

Here is my brother's web site in honor of his son that died on August 4, 1997. A very sad day for our family and especially my brother Mark and his wife Linda. Trina is Adam's older sister. She has a 5 year-old boy named Adam. In honor of his Uncle.

Adam’s Page

Adam's page always gives me tears in eyes, but its a joy to read about him though and the LNF Ministries!

Blessings and hugs!!

i not haveing any hoiladay can not afford plus i am sick i have doughter 2 grandchildern i need the pray for grandchildren ages 5 and2 for dougther me thank you for beening here

My hubby's name is Ron and my nieces name is Rachel. Two very inspirational people. Ron and I had almost 26 years together, we were soulmates, but I would not want to see him suffer any more than he already did! He is at oeace now and I accept that, as is Rachel at peace and also in God's arms. Thank you for you prayers!

Very complex disease, that destroy the chromisomes and deteriates the body. Rachel first went blind, then as life went on her body functions stopped working correctly. It attacks the ammune system also... When she would get sick it was twice as bad on her. She was supposed to live to be 12 to 14 years old, but managed to make it to 23 in september this year! Battens is a very rare disease, with no medications to correct it.

Thank you! My condolences to you and your family also.

RonsLove my condolences....It's very hard to lose a loved one.Keep them close in your heart and they will always be with you.When you feel the wind blow so gentle on your face look up and remember the good times with them. :•)

Oh Art.. what a very touching website.. thanks so much for sharing it..

does it seem some of your prayers seem to go answered ?? Give Thanks with a Grateful heart and things will change

Thank you! That is so beautiful!

can everyone say a preayer for lilac fairy, she is very ill at the moment ... thank you :)

I am so sorry to hear about her being so ill, chatty! :o((( Of course I'll put her on my prayerlist for an entire recovery soon!!

thank you Radiant, i appreciate that, i have heard from her today, she is still in a lot of pain :(

How awful :o( I am glad you were able to talk to her though.. Hang in there, Chatty

thank you.. I wait for her to contact me.. as I dont want to disturb her while she is resting, i hear from her most days :)

Sure, chatty :-)
Have you been able to ask her, how you can get in contact with her, when it takes a while before she gets back at ya - like a few weeks ago?? I bet that takes a way a lot of stress off ya :-)

oh i have her address now... so if i have to, i would drive down there if i didnt hear from her again for a while!!!

Awww (((Chatty))) you are an Angel! Do ya live really that close to her? :-)

Hope the next time you have to drive down is when you both meet up for an old fashioned teaparty ;o)

i think its about 2 hours away, so not too far... we have never net yet.. we are both quite private people really.. but wish we lived nearer each other...

Have a wonderful day!!

check this site :)

http://www.alighthouse.com/cprayernojava.htm

Mary Did You Know?


give it some time to download.. it is really a pretty song.. :)

Happy Holidays Everyone!

thats lovely thank you :)

Listen, something really incredible happened today! When I was ready to go to Church this morning, I saw that tt started snowing this morning and still was. I called the same person who picked me up last week and he could get me; although the roads were really really bad!!! Church was great; the kids did a musical and I enjoyed myself while listening, singing and taking pics now and then :-) They were very good. At the end of the service the pastors wife approached me and asked me if I had received her message.. why, no, I didn't - so she asked me to wait, because she wanted to ask me something. I thought she needed me in one of her projects, that would be neat... but it was totally different.. Her was given a coat by her Mom, but the coat was way too big for her and then she'd thought of someone really tall, who would be interested in such a coat.. of course I was VERy surprised, she told that to me... then the clue came: she has been thinking about ME and showed me the coat and she asked me to put it on and it was just perfect!! Im still very surprised about this... then I asked her what about the costs and she said, that it was for free!! And that surprised me even more... "Its the Christmas Season!", she said and I hugged her and thanked her... the coat feels very warm and its fits me fantastic :-))) It is made of dark green wool; but the outside is very soft wool :-) As I said before, this really surprised me, because I actually was looking for another coat or jacket, because of the cold weather; but couldn;t find time to look around and what I saw the other day was so expensive. I don't have money for such things right now. So, I am praising God's Name, because He has made my wishes and needs come true, even before Christmas!! He works in such mysterious and wonderful ways - He truely is the God of Heaven and Earth!! :-)))))

Wishing you all a warm Christmas Season!!!

Nice story Radiant

that is fantastic radiant :)

a merry christmas to you too :)

I am glad you enjoyed this as much as I did, chatty and linda :-)

Wow! That is so awsome, He is great!

http://www.mamarocks.com/night_jesus_came.htm

http://www.alighthouse.com/tree.htm

http://www.peacefulhush.com/pages/12/122santa.php

(Author Unknown)

A candy-maker in Indiana wanted to make a candy that would be a witness, so he made the Christmas Candy Cane. He incorporated several symbols for the birth, ministry, and death of Jesus Christ. He began with stick of pure white, hard candy. White to symbolize the Virgin Birth and the sinless nature of Jesus, and hard to symbolize the Solid Rock, the foundation of the Church and firmness of the promises of God.
The candy-maker made the candy in the form of a "J" to represent the precious name of Jesus, who came to earth as our Savior. It could also represent the staff of the " Good Shepherd " with which He reaches down into the ditches of the world to lift out the fallen lambs who, like all sheep have gone astray.
Thinking that the candy was somewhat plain, the candy-maker stained it with red stripes. He used three small stripes to show the stripes of the scourging Jesus received by which we are healed. The large red stripe was for the blood shed by Christ on the cross so that we could have the promise of eternal life.

Unfortunately, the candy became known as a Candy Cane - a meaningless decoration seen at Christmas time.

But the meaning is still there for those who " have eyes to see and ears to hear " I pray that this symbol will again be used to witness To The Wonder of Jesus and His Great Love that came down at Christmas and remains the ultimate and dominant force in the universe today.

I loved this story and wanted to share it.I'll always think of a candy cane differently from now on...

its a nice fiction but that is not how a candy cane came about o why it was shaped in that matter.
check out:
www.snopes2.com/holidays/christmas/xmas.asp

I like the candy cane story better,far less boring.But thanks for the info.

no prob:)

I wish you all a merry Christmas and a very happy new year!

May the Lord keep you from harm and bless you abundantly with His love, grace, mercy and peace!

Subject: The Most Wonderful Christmas Story.


The old man sat in his gas station on a cold Christmas Eve.
He hadn't been anywhere in years since his wife had passed away.
He had no decorations, no tree, no lights. It was just another day to him. He didn't hate Christmas, just couldn't find a reason to celebrate. There were no children in his life.
His wife had gone.

He was sitting there looking at the snow that had been falling for the last hour and wondering what it was all about when the door opened and a homeless man stepped through. Instead of throwing the man out, George, Old George as he was known by his customers, told the man to come and sit by the space heater and warmup.

"Thank you, but I don't mean to intrude," said the stranger.
"I see you're busy. I'll just go"

"Not without something hot in your belly," George turned and opened a wide mouth Thermos and handed it to the stranger.
"It ain't much, but it's hot and tasty. Stew. Made it myself.
When you're done there's coffee and it's fresh."

Just at that moment he heard the "ding" of the driveway bell.
"Excuse me, be right back," George said.

There in the driveway was an old 53 Chevy. Steam was rolling out of the front. The driver was panicked.

"Mister can you help me!" said the driver with a deep Spanish accent. "My wife is with child and my car is broken."

George opened the hood. It was bad. The block looked cracked from the cold; the car was dead. "You ain't going in this thing," George said as he turned away.

"But mister. Please help...."The door of the office closed behind George as he went in. George went to the office wall and got the keys to his old truck, and went back outside.
He walked around the building and opened the garage, started the truck and drove it around to where the couple was waiting.

"Here, you can borrow my truck," he said. "She ain't the best thing you ever looked at, but she runs real good."

George helped put the woman in the truck and watched as it sped off into the night. George turned and walked back inside the office.

"Glad I loaned em the truck. Their tires were shot too.
That 'ol truck has brand new tires........" George thought he was talking to the stranger, but the man had gone. The thermos was on the desk, empty with a used coffee cup beside it.

"Well, at least he got something in his belly," George thought.
George went back outside to see if the old Chevy would start.
It cranked slowly, but it started. He pulled it into the garage where the truck had been. He thought he would tinker with it for something to do. Christmas Eve meant no customers.
He discovered the block hadn't cracked, it was just the bottom hose on the radiator.

"Well, I can fix this," he said to himself. So he put a new one on. "Those tires ain't gonna get 'em through the winter either." He took the snow treads off of his wife's old Lincoln.
They were like new and he wasn't going to drive the car.

As he was working he heard a shot being fired. He ran outside and beside a police car an officer lay on the cold ground.
Bleeding from the left shoulder, the officer moaned, "Help me."
George helped the officer inside as he remembered the training he had received in the Army as a medic. He knew the wound needed attention.

"Pressure to stop the bleeding," he thought. The laundry company had been there that morning and had left clean shop towels. He used those and duct tape to bind the wound.

"Hey, they say duct tape can fix anythin'," he said, trying to make the policeman feel at ease. "Something for pain," George thought. All he had was the pills he used for his back. "These ought to work." He put some water in a cup and gave the policeman the pills.

"You hang in there. I'm going to get you an ambulance." George said, but the phone was dead. "Maybe I can get one of your buddies on that there talk box out in your police car."

He went out only to find that a bullet had gone into the dashboard destroying the two way radio. He went back in to find the policeman sitting up.

"Thanks," said the officer. "You could have left me there.
The guy that shot me is still in the area."

George sat down beside him. "I would never leave an injured man in the Army and I ain't gonna leave you." George pulled back the bandage to check for bleeding. "Looks worse than what it is.
Bullet passed right through 'ya. Good thing it missed the important stuff though. I think with time your gonna be right as rain."

George got up and poured a cup of coffee. "How do you take it?"
he asked.

"None for me," said the officer.

"Oh, yer gonna drink this. Best in the city." Then George added: "Too bad I ain't got no donuts."

The officer laughed and winced at the same time. The front door of the office flew open. In burst a young man with a gun.

"Give me all your cash! Do it now!" the young man yelled.
His hand was shaking and George could tell that he had never done anything like this before.

"That's the guy that shot me!" exclaimed the officer.

"Son, why are you doing this?" asked George. "You need to put the cannon away. Somebody else might get hurt."

The young man was confused. "Shut up old man, or I'll shoot you, too. Now give me the cash!"
The cop was reaching for his gun.

"Put that thing away," George said to the cop. "We got one too many in here now."

He turned his attention to the young man. "Son, it's Christmas Eve. If you need the money, well then, here. It ain't much but it's all I got. Now put that pee shooter away."

George pulled $150 out of his pocket and handed it to the young man, reaching for the barrel of the gun at the same time. The young man released his grip on the gun, fell to his knees and began to cry.

"I'm not very good at this am I? All I wanted was to buy something for my wife and son," he went on. "I've lost my job.
My rent is due. My car got repossessed last week..."

George handed the gun to the cop. "Son, we all get in a bit of squeeze now and then. The road gets hard sometimes, but we make it through the best we can."

He got the young man to his feet, and sat him down on a chair across from the cop. "Sometimes we do stupid things." George handed the young man a cup of coffee. "Being stupid is one of the things that makes us human. Comin' in here with a gun ain't the answer. Now sit there and get warm and we'll sort this thing out."

The young man had stopped crying. He looked over to the cop.
"Sorry I shot you. It just went off. I'm sorry officer."

"Shut up and drink your coffee." the cop said.

George could hear the sounds of sirens outside. A police car and an ambulance skidded to a halt. Two cops came through the door, guns drawn.

"Chuck! You OK?" one of the cops asked the wounded officer.

"Not bad for a guy who took a bullet. How did you find me?"

"GPS locator in the car. Best thing since sliced bread. Who did this?" the other cop asked as he approached the young man.

Chuck answered him, "I don't know. The guy ran off into the dark. Just dropped his gun and ran."

George and the young man both looked puzzled at each other.
"That guy works here," the wounded cop continued.

"Yep," George said. "Just hired him this morning. Boy lost his job."

The paramedics came in and loaded Chuck onto the stretcher.
The young man leaned over the wounded cop and whispered, "Why?"

Chuck just said, "Merry Christmas, boy. And you too, George, and thanks for everything."

"Well, looks like you got one doozy of a break there. That ought to solve some of your problems." George went into the back room and came out with a box. He pulled out a ring box.

"Here you go. Something for the little woman. I don't think Martha would mind. She said it would come in handy some day."

The young man looked inside to see the biggest diamond ring he ever saw. "I can't take this," said the young man.
"It means something to you."

"And now it means something to you," replied George.
"I got my memories. That's all I need."

George reached into the box again. A toy airplane, a racing car and a little metal truck appeared next. They were toys that the oil company had left for him to sell. "Here's something for that little man of yours."

The young man began to cry again as he handed back the $150 that the old man had handed him earlier. "And what are you supposed to buy Christmas dinner with? You keep that, too.
Count it as part of your first week's pay." George said.
"Now git home to your family."

The young man turned with tears streaming down his face.
"I'll be here in the morning for work, if that job offer is still good."

"Nope. I'm closed Christmas day," George said. "See ya the day after."

George turned around to find that the stranger had returned.
"Where'd you come from? I thought you left?"

"I have been here. I have always been here," said the stranger.
"You say you don't celebrate Christmas. Why?"

"Well, after my wife passed away I just couldn't see what all the bother was. Puttin' up a tree and all seemed a waste of a good pine tree. Bakin' cookies like I used to with Martha just wasn't the same by myself and besides I was getting a little chubby."

The stranger put his hand on George's shoulder. "But you do celebrate the holiday, George. You gave me food and drink and warmed me when I was cold and hungry. The woman with child will bear a son and he will become a great doctor.

The policeman you helped will go on to save 19 people from being killed by terrorists. The young man who tried to rob you will become a rich man and share his wealth with many people.

That is the spirit of the season and you keep it as good as any man."

George was taken aback by all this stranger had said. "And how do you know all this?" asked the old man.

"Trust me, George. I have the inside track on this sort of thing. And when your days are done you will be with Martha again." The stranger moved toward the door.

"If you will excuse me, George, I have to go now. I have to go home where there is a big celebration planned."

George watched as the man's old leather jacket and his torn pants turned into a white robe. A golden light began to fill the room.

"You see, George, it's My birthday. Merry Christmas."

of my brother John one year today.

my thoughts are with you Foxy Lady

Thinking of you today, Foxy Lady.

That was a great story chattytea and Merry Christmas to all

merry Christmas