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Name: Ann Gender: Female
Interests: Raspberry lattes, reading, flower gardening, home decorating, crossword puzzles, other stuff Expertise: Forgetting things, finding bargains Occupation: I work for FamilyLife
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9/29/2006
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| This morning I really was just wanting to sleep in...a nice break from crawling out of bed at 5:15 am to get ready for work. The extra vacation time that FamilyLife gives us at Christmas is terrific! I have been able to stay up later and sleep later. It was a little after 9 this morning when the phone rang. However, I groaned and pulled the covers up a little tighter, thinking that I didn't want to answer with a morning voice and that I would check the caller ID and return the call later. But someone left a voice mail and my curiosity got the best of me.
It was a great call to wake up to. An answer to prayer really. It was Bill, the financial secretary at our church speaking, "Mrs. Bearden, I was wondering if you could meet me at the church after work today. Someone contacted the church and wants to anonymously give you a vehicle. It is a white van and it's here on the parking lot near the church busses. We have the title for you and it's ready to be picked up." Wide awake now, I returned the call immediately and assured him that I could meet him there and hung up the phone. Right away I was on my knees thanking God for the gift. And all day my mind was going crazy....who, who, who.... did this? Then I would say to myself, "God gave it to you, and that's all you are meant to know." And so that's the way it is. However, I hate not being able to say thanks to the giver. But I will give a thank you note to Bill and I'm sure he will pass it on. And I will continue to thank God. Isn't He awesome?.
Anyone want to go for a ride? It holds 7 passengers...comfy leather seats and rides really smooth and quiet.
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| I know it's not Mother's Day but does this sound like anyone you know? ♥♥♥ WHY I LOVE MOM ♥♥♥ Mom and Dad were watching TV when Mom said, "I'm tired, and it's getting late. I think I'll go to bed"
She went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the next day's lunches. Rinsed out the popcorn bowls, took meat out of the freezer for supper the following evening, checked the cereal box levels, filled the sugar container, put spoons and bowls on the table and started the coffee pot for brewing the next morning. She then put some wet clothes in the dryer, put a load of clothes into the washer, ironed a shirt and secured a loose button She picked up the game pieces left on the table, put the phone back on the charger and put the telephone book into the drawer. She watered the plants, emptied a wastebasket and hung up a towel to dry. She yawned and stretched and headed for the bedroom. She stopped by the desk and wrote a note to the teacher, counted out some cash for the field trip, and pulled a text book out from hiding under the chair. She signed a birthday card for a friend, addressed and stamped the envelope and wrote a quick note for the grocery store. She put both near her purse. Mom then washed her face with 3 in 1 cleanser, put on her Night solution & age fighting moisturizer, brushed and flossed her teeth and filed her nails.
Dad called out, "I thought you were going to bed." "I'm on my way," she said.
She put some water into the dog's dish and put the cat outside, then made sure the doors were locked and the patio light was on. She looked in on each of the kids and turned out their bedside lamps and TV's, hung up a shirt, threw some dirty socks into the hamper, and had a brief conversation with the one up still doing homework.
In her own room, she set the alarm; laid out clothing for the next day, straightened up the shoe rack. She added three things to her 6 most important things to do list. She said her prayers, and visualized the accomplishment of her goals. About that time, Dad turned off the TV and announced to no one in particular. "I'm going to bed." And he did...without another thought. Anything extraordinary here? Wonder why women live longer...? CAUSE WE ARE MADE FOR THE LONG HAUL..... (and we can't die sooner, we still have things to do!!!!)
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| I thought this was a story worth sharing. We do have so much to be thankful for. I'm not sure who the author is. A Story of Six Boys
Each year I am hired to go to Washington , DC , with the eighth grade class from Clinton , WI . where I grew up, to videotape their trip. I greatly enjoy visiting our nation's capitol, and each year I take some special memories back with me. This fall's trip was especially memorable. On the last night of our trip, we stopped at the Iwo Jima memorial. This memorial is the largest bronze statue in the world and depicts one of the most famous! photographs in history -- that of the six brave soldiers raising the American Flag at the top of a rocky hill on the island of Iwo Jima, Japan, during WW II. Over one hundred students and chaperones piled off the buses and headed towards the memorial. I noticed a solitary figure at the base of the statue, and as I got closer he asked, "Where are you guys from?" I told him that we were from Wisconsin . "Hey, I'm a cheese head, too! Come gather around, Cheese heads, and I will tell you a story." (James Bradley just happened to be in Washington , DC , to speak at the memorial the following day. He was there that night to say good night to his dad, who has since passed away. He was just about to leave when he saw the buses pull up. I videotaped him as he spoke to us, and received his permission to share what he said from my videotape. It is one thing to tour the incredible Monuments filled with history in Washington , D.C. , but it is quite another to get the kind of insight we received that night.) When all had gathered around, he reverently began to speak. (Here are his words that night.) "My name is James Bradley and I'm from Antigo, Wisconsin . My dad is on that statue, and I just wrote a book called "Flags of Our Fathers". It is the story of the six boys you see behind me. "Six boys raised the flag. The first guy putting the pole in the ground is Harlon Block. Harlon was an all-state football player. He enlisted in the Marine Corps with all the senior members of his football team. They were off to play another type of game. A game called "War." But it didn't turn out to be a game. Harlon, at the age of 21, died with his intestines in his hands. I don't say that to gross you out, I say that because there are generals who stand in front of this statue and talk about the glory of war. You guys need to know that most of the boys in Iwo Jima were 17, 18, and 19 years old. (He pointed to the statue) "You see this next guy? That's Rene Gagnon from New Hampshire If you took Rene's helmet off at the moment this photo was taken and looked in the webbing of that helmet, you would find a photograph... a photograph of his girlfriend. Rene put that in there for protection because he was scared. He was 18 years old. Boys won the battle of Iwo Jima . Boys. Not old men. "The next guy here, the third guy in this tableau, was Sergeant Mike Strank. Mike is my hero. He was the hero of all these guys. They called him the "old man" because he was so old. He was already 24. When Mike would motivate his boys in training camp, he didn't say, 'Let's go kill some Japanese' or 'Let's die for our country.' He knew he was talking to little boys. Instead he would say, 'You do what I say, and I'll get you home to your mothers.'"The last guy on this side of the statue is Ira Hayes, a Pima Indian from Arizona Ira Hayes walked off Iwo Jima . He went into the White House with my dad. President Truman told him, 'You're a hero.' He told reporters, 'How can I feel like a hero when 250 of my buddies hit the island with me and only 27 of us walked off alive?' So you take your class at school, 250 of you spending a year together having fun, doing everything together. Then all 250 of you hit the beach, but only 27 of your classmates walk off alive. That was Ira Hayes. He had images of horror in his mind. Ira Hayes died dead drunk, face down at the age of 32 .. ten years after this picture was taken. "The next guy, going around the statue, is Franklin Sousley from Hilltop, Kentucky . A fun-lovin' hillbilly boy. His best friend, who is now 70, told me, 'Yeah, you know, we took two cows up on the porch of the Hilltop General Store. Then we strung wire across the stairs so the cows couldn't get down. Then we fed them Epsom salts. Yes, he was a fun-lovin' hillbilly boy. Franklin died on Iwo Jima at the age of 19. When the telegram came to tell his mother that he was dead, it went to the Hilltop General Store. A barefoot boy ran that telegram up to his mother's farm. The neighbors could hear her scream all night and into the morning. The neighbors lived a quarter of a mile away. "The next guy, as we continue to go around the statue, is my dad, John Bradley from Antigo, Wisconsin , where I was raised. My dad lived until 1994, but he would never give interviews. When Walter Cronkite's producers, or the New York Times would call, we were trained as little kids to say, 'No, I'm sorry, sir, my dad's not here. He is in Canada fishing. No, there is no phone there, sir. No, we don't know when he is coming back.' My dad never fished or even went to Canada Usually, he was sitting there right at the table eating his Campbell 's soup. But we had to tell the press that he was out fishing. He didn't want to talk to the press. "You see, my dad didn't see himself as a hero. Everyone thinks these guys are heroes, 'cause they are in a photo and on a monument. My dad knew better. He was a medic. John Bradley from Wisconsin was a caregiver. In Iwo Jima he probably held over 200 boys as they died. And when boys died in Iwo Jima , they writhed and screamed in pain. "When I was a little boy, my third grade teacher told me that my dad was a hero. When I went home and told my dad that, he looked at me and said, 'I want you always to remember that the heroes of Iwo Jima are the guys who did not come back. Did NOT come back.' "So that's the story about six nice young boys. Three died on Iwo Jima , and three came back as national heroes. Overall, 7,000 boys died on Iwo Jima in the worst battle in the history of the Marine Corps. My voice is giving out, so I will end here. Thank you for your time." Suddenly, the monument wasn't just a big old piece of metal with a flag sticking out of the top. It came to life before our eyes with the heartfelt words of a son who did indeed have a father who was a hero. Maybe not a hero for the reasons most people would believe, but a hero nonetheless. Let us never forget from the Revolutionary War to the current War on Terrorism and all the wars in-between that sacrifice was made for our freedom. Remember to pray praises for this great country of ours and also pray for those still in murderous unrest around the world. STOP and thank God for being alive and being free at someone else's sacrifice. REMINDER: Everyday that you can wake up free, it's going to be a great day. You are free because some vet died to keep you free.
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| For various reasons Becky, Nathan and Aidan haven't been for a visit in a while. They will be here on Wednesday to stay through the weekend. We are all excited about being together again. Aidan has been marking the days off on the calendar and I've almost felt like doing that. We are looking forward to good food, playing games and just hanging out. We'll have to make at least one trip to Starbucks while they are here. 
Nathan plans on going on the Saturday morning Rock Runners walk with me.. this time only four miles instead of the six that we did yesterday. But it should be fun to have him along. In our case it might be the Rock Waddlers after all the eating on Thursday. Seriously though I am going to try to restrain myself at the Thanksgiving table this year.
I wish all of you a very Happy Thanksgiving with your family. Blessings to you!
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| I did not want to crawl out of a nice warm snuggly bed this morning at 6:30 to go and do the 5 miles. However, once out there it was great to be doing the regular Saturday morning walk/jog with other class members. I'm certainly not up there with the athletic folks yet I'm not the last in the group either, so I end up chugging along by myself, talking to the Lord and right now just enjoying the beautiful fall weather. Today I happened upon Mimi and Dr Todd G. they were cleaning up the roadside trash as a community project. It gave me a chance to visit a few minutes with them and get a little free unsolicited medical advice about my joints. The old knees are not what they used to be. Dr. Todd is also training for the half marathon. I'm just really praying that I will continue to be able to stay on track with all my training sessions. I don't want to get behind and God has been gracious. The treadmill and the track can really get boring after a while, but I'm hanging in there knowing it is worth it. I just keep telling myself, "Do your best and God will be pleased".
I'm thankful for God's help. I'm thankful for His Spirit. I'm thankful for His encouragement. I'm thankful for His mercy and grace. I'm thankful that I know him.
What are you thankful for? There's lots when you think about it isn't there?
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