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Friday, March 10, 2006
SISTERS
A young wife sat on a sofa on a hot humid day, drinking iced tea
and visiting with her Mother. As they talked about life, about
marriage, about the responsibilities of life and the obligations of
adulthood, the mother clinked the ice cubes in her glass
thoughtfully and turned a clear, sober glance
upon her daughter.

"Don't forget your Sisters," she advised, swirling the tea
leaves to the bottom of her glass. "They'll be more important as
you get older. No matter how much you love your husband, no matter
how much you love the children you may have, you are still going to
need Sisters.

Remember to go places with them now and then; do things
with them.

"Remember that 'Sisters' means ALL the women... your girlfriends,
your daughters, and all your other women
relatives too.

"You'll need other women. Women always do."

'What a funny piece of advice!' the young woman thought.

'Haven't I just gotten married?

Haven't I just joined the couple-world?

I'm now a married woman, for goodness sake! A grownup!
Surely my husband and the family we may start will be all
I need to make my life worthwhile!'

But she listened to her Mother. She kept contact with her Sisters
and made more women friends each year. As the years tumbled by, one
after another, she gradually came to understand that her Mom really
knew what she was talking about. As time and nature work their
changes and their mysteries upon a woman, Sisters are
the mainstays of her life.

After more than 50 years of living in this world, here is
what I've learned:

THIS SAYS IT ALL:

*Time passes

*Life happens.

*Distance separates.

*Children grow up.

*Jobs come and go.

*Love waxes and wanes.

*Men don't do what they're supposed to do.

*Hearts break.

*Parents die.

*Colleagues forget favors.

*Careers end.

BUT.........
Sisters are there, no matter how much time and how
many miles are between you.

A girl friend is never farther away than needing her
can reach.

When you have to walk that lonesome valley and you have to walk it
by yourself, the women in your life will be on the valley's rim,
cheering you on, praying for you, pulling for you, intervening on
your behalf, and waiting with open arms at the valley's end.

Sometimes, they will even break the rules and walk
beside you.

Or come in and carry you out.

Girlfriends, daughters, granddaughters, daughters-in-law,
sisters, sisters-in-law, Mothers, Grandmothers, aunties,
nieces, cousins, and extended family, all bless our life!

The world wouldn't be the same without women, and
neither would I.

When we began this adventure called womanhood, we had no idea of
the incredible joys or sorrows that lay ahead.

Nor did we know how much we would need each other.

Every day, we need each other still.


posted by Gloria 5:08 PM
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Wednesday, January 04, 2006
CHRISTMAS MESSAGE
I just finished the household chores for the night and was preparing to go to bed, when I heard a noise in the front of the house. I opened the door to the front room and to my surprise, Santa himself stepped out from behind the Christmas tree.He placed his finger over his mouth so I would not cry out. "What are you doing?" I started to ask. The words choked up in my throat, and I saw he had tears in his eyes. His usual jolly manner was gone. Gone was the eager, boisterous soul we all know.He then answered me with a simple statement. "TEACH THE CHILDREN!"I was puzzled; what did he mean? with one quick movement he brought forth a miniature toy bag from behind the tree. As I stood bewildered, Santa said,"Teach the children the old meaning of Christmas. The meaning that Christmas has forgotten."Santa then reached in his bag and pulled out a FIR TREE and placed it before the mantle."Teach the children that the pure green color of the stately fir tree remains green all year round, depicting the everlasting hope of mankind,all the needles point heavenward,a symbol of man's thoughts turning toward heaven."He again reached into his bag and pulled out a brilliant STAR. "Teach the children that the star was the heavenly sign of promises long ago. God promised a Savior for the world, and the star was the sign of fulfillment of His promise."He then reached into his bag and pulled out a CANDLE."Teach the children that the candle symbolizes that Christ is the light of the world, and when we see this great light we are reminded of He who displaces the darkness."Once again he reached into his bag and removed a WREATH and placed it on the tree."Teach the children that the wreath symbolizes the real nature of love. Real love never ceases. Love is one continuous round of affection."He then pulled from his bag an ornament of himself."Teach the children that I, Santa Claus symbolize generosity and good will we feel during the month of December ."He then brought out a HOLLY LEAF ."Teach the children that the holly plant represents immortality. The crown of thorns worn by our Savior. The red holly represents the blood shed by Him."Next he pulled from his bag a GIFT and said,"Teach the children that God so loved the world that HE gave HIS only begotten SON..." "Thanks be to God for his unspeakable gift ."Teach the children that the wise men bowed before the Holy BABE, presenting HIM with gold, frankincense and myrrh. We should give gifts in the same spirit of the wise men ."Santa then reached in his bag and pulled out a CANDY CANE and hung it on the tree."Teach the children that the candy cane represents the shepherds' crook, to bring back strayed sheep to the flock. The candy cane is the symbol that we are our brother's keeper ."He reached in again and pulled out an ANGEL."Teach the children that the angels heralded in the glorious news of the Savior's birth. The angels sang 'Glory to God in the highest, on earth peace and good will toward men."Suddenly I heard a soft twinkling sound, and from his bag he pulled out a BELL ."Teach the children that as the lost sheep are found by the sound of the bell, it should ring mankind to the fold. The bell symbolizes guidance and return ."Santa looked back and was pleased. He looked back at me and I saw that the twinkle was back in his eyes. He said, "Remember, teach the children the true meaning of Christmas and do not put me in the center, for I am but a humble servant of the One that is, and I bow down to worship HIM, our LORD, our GOD." Merry Christmas


posted by Gloria 7:00 PM
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Monday, December 26, 2005
A Dads Poem

Her hair was up in a pony tail, her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school, and she couldn't wait to go.
But her mommy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say. What to tell her classmates
of why he wasn't there today.
But still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone. And that was why once again,
she tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school eager to tell them all. About a dad she never sees
a dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats
One by one the teacher called a student from the class.
To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching, a man who wasn't there.
"Where's her daddy at?" she heard a boy call out.
"She probably doesn't have one," another student dared to shout.
And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say,
"Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste his day."
The words did not offend her, as she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher, who told her to go on.
And with hands behind her back, slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child, came words incredibly unique.
"My Daddy couldn't be here, because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be, since this is such a special day.
And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy, and how much he loves me so.
He loved to tell me stories he taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses, and taught me to fly a kite.
We used to share fudge sundaes, and ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him. I'm not standing here alone.
"Cause my daddy's always with me, even though we are apart
I know because he told me, he'll forever be in my heart"
With that, her little hand reached up, and lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat, beneath her favorite dress.
And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years.
For she stood up for the love of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her, doing what was right.
And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft, but its message clear and loud.
"I love my daddy very much, he's my shining star.
And if he could, he'd be here, but heaven's just too far
You see he was a policeman and died just this past year
When airplanes hit the towers and taught Americans to fear.
But sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like he never went away."
And then she closed her eyes, and saw him there that day.
And to her mothers amazement, she witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children, all starting to close their eyes
Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second, they saw him at her side.
"I know you're with me Daddy," to the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers, of those once filled with doubt.
Not one in that room could explain it, for each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her, was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.
And a child was blessed, if only for a moment, by the love of her shining star.
And given the gift of believing, that heaven is never too far.
They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love
them, but then an entire life to forget them.


posted by Gloria 3:34 PM
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Sunday, August 14, 2005
Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here, we might as well dance.

15 Things You Probably Never Knew or Thought About

1 . At least 5 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.
2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.
3. The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you.
4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.
5. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.
6. You mean the world to someone.
7. If not for you, someone may not be living.
8. You are special and unique.
9. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.
10. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it.
11. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world.
12. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won't get it, but if you believe in yourself, probably, sooner or later, you will get it.
13. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.
14. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know.
15. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great.

They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them. Take the time... to live and love.


posted by Gloria 4:20 AM
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Tuesday, July 05, 2005
"Love begins with a Smile, Grows with a Kiss and ends with a Tear"

posted by Gloria 11:08 AM
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Friday, April 01, 2005
A woman named Emily renewing her driver's license at the County Clerk's office was asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation. She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.

"What I mean is," explained the recorder, "do you have a job, or are you just a ....?

"Of course I have a job," snapped Emily. "I'm a Mom." "We don't list 'Mom' as an occupation... 'housewife' covers it," said the recorder emphatically.
I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself in the same situation, this time at our own Town Hall. The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised, efficient, and possessed of a high sounding title like, "Official Interrogator" or "Town Registrar."

"What is your occupation?" she probed.

What made me say it, I do not know... The words simply popped out. "I'm a Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human Relations."

The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in mid air, and looked up as though she had not heard right. I repeated the title slowly, emphasizing the most significant words. Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.

"Might I ask," said the clerk with new interest, "just what you do in your field?"

Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice, I heard myself reply, "I have a continuing program of research, (what mother doesn't), in the laboratory and in the field, (normally I would have said indoors and out).

I'm working for my Masters, (the whole darned family), and already have four credits, (all daughters). Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities, (any mother care to disagree?) and I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it). But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers and the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather than just money."

There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door.

As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career, I was greeted by my lab assistants -- ages 13, 7, and 3. Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model, (a 6 month old baby), in the child-development program, testing out a new vocal pattern.

I felt I had scored a beat on bureaucracy! And I had gone on the official records as someone more distinguished and indispensable to mankind than "just another Mom."

Motherhood.....What a glorious career! Especially when there's a title on the door.

Does this make grandmothers "Senior Research Associates in the field of Child Development and Human Relations" and great-grandmothers "Executive Senior Research Associates"? I think so!!! I also think it makes Aunts "Associate Research Assistants".


posted by Gloria 12:39 PM
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Thursday, March 10, 2005
IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER - by Erma Bombeck

(written after she found out she was dying from cancer).

I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth
would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.

I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it
melted in storage.

I would have talked less and listened more.

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was
stained, or the sofa faded.

I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried
much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the
fireplace.

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his
youth.

I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.

I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day
because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.

I would have sat on the lawn with my grass stains.

I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more
while watching life.

I would never have bought anything just because it was practical,
wouldn't show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.

Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished
every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the
only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.

When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now
go get washed up for dinner." There would have been more "I love you's."
More "I'm sorry's."

But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every
minute...look at it and really see it .. live it .and never give it
back. Stop sweating the small stuff.

Don't worry about who doesn't like you, who has more, or who's doing
what.

Instead, let's cherish the relationships we have with those who do love
us.

Let's think about what God HAS blessed us with. And what we are doing
each day to promote ourselves mentally, physically, emotionally. I hope
you all have a blessed day.

Beautiful Women's Month

Age 3: She looks at herself and sees a Queen.

Age 8: She looks at herself and sees Cinderella.

Age 15: She looks at herself and sees an Ugly Sister (Mum I can't go to
school looking like this!)

Age 20: She looks at herself and sees "too fat/too thin, too short/too
tall, too straight/too curly"- but decides she's going out anyway.

Age 30: She looks at herself and sees "too fat/too thin, too short/too
tall, too straight/too curly" - but decides she doesn't have time to fix
it, so she's going out anyway.

Age 40: She looks at herself and sees "clean" and goes out anyway.

Age 50: She looks at herself and sees "I am" and goes wherever she wants
to go.

Age 60: She looks at herself and reminds herself of all the people who
can't even see themselves in the mirror anymore. Goes out and conquers
the world.

Age 70: She looks at herself &sees wisdom, laughter and ability, goes
out and enjoys life.

Age 80: Doesn't bother to look. Just puts on a purple hat and goes out
to have fun with the world.


Send this on to all the women you are grateful to have as friends. Maybe
we should all grab that purple hat earlier. Please send this to five phenomenal women today in celebration of Beautiful Women's Month. If you do, something good will happen: you will boost another woman's self esteem

Love Ruth

"True Friends are like diamonds, precious and rare...where as false friends are like autumn leaves, and are found everywhere"


posted by Gloria 8:39 AM
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