As most of you know, my sister and Cherish was sick for a week or so, well I tried to help my sister as much as I could and prayed. Cherish kind of worried us and ended up at the Hospital for a little while to get re hydrated. I was working on Tuesday, and I heard canny canny at first I was confused about what I was hearing. I turned, and there was Cherish, all excited to see canny. Susan and Stephen had to go get something else and on the way back Susan said she said my canny, my canny. Here I was worried about her, and here she ( they) came and surprised me at work and made my day. I am so thankful to the Lord, and to everyone who prayed for Susan and Cherish. It was hard on me to see them sick and not be able to make them well.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Thursday, July 3, 2008
You Know, The U.S. has issues, what country doesen't? But something about the grand old flag and remembering the men and women who,not only have fought for our freedom, but have died for it. I have to say, there is no country like the U.S.A. Truely Let Freedom Ring. Thank You, all who have served to make my freedom possible, may we never take it for granted! Happy 4th of July!
The Pledge of Allegiance
I Pledge Allegiance to the flag of the United States of America and to the Republic for which it stands,
one Nation under God,
indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
This is a story I wrote for Easter, I thought I would
share it with everyone. We used it as a play.
“The Man with a kind face”
Hello, my name is Leara. I would like to tell you my story if you have the time. I remember one day my family and I was walking, and we realized there was a huge crowd of people. There was no way of telling what they were trying to see so we went closer to find out what was going on. We saw a Man sitting on a rock. In getting closer, I instantly I knew He was no ordinary man. He had the kindest face and eyes I had ever seen. Well, I have to say, I wanted to go to Him. I wanted Him to see me. I was kind of scared to go closer because the Man was teaching that big crowd, and me being a little girl, I didn’t want to bother Him. I couldn’t help it. I finally asked my parents if I could go to him and they said it would be ok. Others must have been thinking the same thing because other kids started toward Him at the same time. I became so excited to be getting nearer the man with the kind face. We were near the Man when suddenly His friends told us we couldn’t come any closer to Him “The
Master” they called Him. I could believe that, just from looking into His eyes. Anyway, as soon as The Masters friends shooed us off, The Master Himself told them to let us come. Do you know He picked each one of us up and put us on His lap, one at a time. That made us all feel so special. He changed my life that day. I could see and feel love from The Master that I had never felt before.
I said all that to explain the reason I am crying now. You see, since then I have heard stories about healings and miracles that The Master has done. Every story I heard, His love was mentioned. I even learned His name. Jesus. I never heard anything bad about Him that is why I don’t understand what happened a few days ago.
There was a lot of yelling going on my dad wouldn’t even let me out of the house. Dad told me what happened though. He said the crowd got out of control and Jesus, the Man that changed my life, was beaten, then they hung Him on a cross to let Him die. Dad wouldn’t tell me everything. I guess he thinks I’m too young to know what all they did to Jesus. What I do know is,
He died. Someone put Him in a tomb behind me two days ago. I came here to see for myself that the stories were true. They were true alright, not only was Jesus put in the tomb, but there are guards in front. I am so sad, He did nothing to anyone but love them. Really love them. Now He is dead.
I didn’t realize how long I’ve been sitting here. It must be close to sun rise.
At sunrise Jesus comes from behind, stretches out his hand, pulls her to her feet. She says: Your eyes your face, Jesus, You’re alive. My dad said you were dead.
Jesus turned to her and said,see My hands, My feet,see the nail prints? I was dead, but don’t cry, I am alive. He hugs her,sits down and puts her on his lap.
Hello, my name is Leara. I would like to tell you my story if you have the time. I remember one day my family and I was walking, and we realized there was a huge crowd of people. There was no way of telling what they were trying to see so we went closer to find out what was going on. We saw a Man sitting on a rock. In getting closer, I instantly I knew He was no ordinary man. He had the kindest face and eyes I had ever seen. Well, I have to say, I wanted to go to Him. I wanted Him to see me. I was kind of scared to go closer because the Man was teaching that big crowd, and me being a little girl, I didn’t want to bother Him. I couldn’t help it. I finally asked my parents if I could go to him and they said it would be ok. Others must have been thinking the same thing because other kids started toward Him at the same time. I became so excited to be getting nearer the man with the kind face. We were near the Man when suddenly His friends told us we couldn’t come any closer to Him “The
Master” they called Him. I could believe that, just from looking into His eyes. Anyway, as soon as The Masters friends shooed us off, The Master Himself told them to let us come. Do you know He picked each one of us up and put us on His lap, one at a time. That made us all feel so special. He changed my life that day. I could see and feel love from The Master that I had never felt before.
I said all that to explain the reason I am crying now. You see, since then I have heard stories about healings and miracles that The Master has done. Every story I heard, His love was mentioned. I even learned His name. Jesus. I never heard anything bad about Him that is why I don’t understand what happened a few days ago.
There was a lot of yelling going on my dad wouldn’t even let me out of the house. Dad told me what happened though. He said the crowd got out of control and Jesus, the Man that changed my life, was beaten, then they hung Him on a cross to let Him die. Dad wouldn’t tell me everything. I guess he thinks I’m too young to know what all they did to Jesus. What I do know is,
He died. Someone put Him in a tomb behind me two days ago. I came here to see for myself that the stories were true. They were true alright, not only was Jesus put in the tomb, but there are guards in front. I am so sad, He did nothing to anyone but love them. Really love them. Now He is dead.
I didn’t realize how long I’ve been sitting here. It must be close to sun rise.
At sunrise Jesus comes from behind, stretches out his hand, pulls her to her feet. She says: Your eyes your face, Jesus, You’re alive. My dad said you were dead.
Jesus turned to her and said,see My hands, My feet,see the nail prints? I was dead, but don’t cry, I am alive. He hugs her,sits down and puts her on his lap.
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