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thanks for the tags. there alll cute.. hows ur weather? here been sunny and nice. been sittin outside watchin the hummingbirds chase each other around. soooo funny... saw a dumb movie called furry vengeance.. not what i thought it was gonna be... ttyl karyn

A story for you!

The Love Squad
Like a band of angels, this group of friends helped remind me that 'God has everything under control.'
By Virelle Kidder


"Oh, no! Not company!" I groaned, the moment my car rounded the corner and our house came into full view. Usually I'd be thrilled to see four cars lined up in our driveway, but after I spent a weeklong vigil at the hospital with an ill child, my house was a colossal mess. Turning off the car engine, I dragged myself to the front door.
"What are you doing home so soon?" my friend Judie called from the kitchen. "We weren't expecting you for another hour! We thought we'd be long gone before you got home." She walked toward me and gave me a hug, then asked softly, "How are you doing?"
Was this my house? Was I dreaming? Everything looked so clean. Where did these flowers come from?
Suddenly more voices, more hugs. Lorraine, smiling and wiping beads of perspiration from her forehead, came up from the family room where she had just finished ironing a mountain of clean clothes. Regina peeked into the kitchen, having finished vacuuming rugs and polishing and dusting furniture in every room in the house. Joan, still upstairs wrestling with the boys' bunk-bed sheets, called down her "Hello," having already brought order out of chaos in all four bedrooms.

"When did you guys get here?" was my last coherent sentence. My tears came in great heaving waves. "How come . . . how come . . . you did all this?" I cried unashamedly, every ounce of resistance gone.

I had spent the week praying through a health crisis, begging God for a sense of his presence at the hospital. Instead, he laid a mantle of order, beauty and loving care into our home through these four "angels."

"You rest a while, Virelle," Lorraine said firmly. "Here's your dinner for tonight—there are more meals in the freezer." The table was set with flowers and fancy napkins, and a little gift was at my place. A small banquet was arranged, complete with salad and dessert.
"Don't you worry; we're all praying," my friends said. "God has everything under control."

After my friends left, I wandered from room to room, still sobbing from the enormity of their gift of time and work. I found beautiful floral arrangements in every room . . . and little wrapped gifts on each bed. More tears.

In the living room I found a note under a vase filled with peonies. I was to have come home and found it as their only identity: "The Love Squad was here."

And I knew that God had everything under control.

(seems like it's better suited to me right now, eh?)

Talked with someone in financial aid today....she told me not to worry about the cost of the tuition, that will be dealt with, but I MIGHT need to get a book loan, but the finances for school are not an issue....however, the finances overall are still an issue...(SIGH)

hugggs da beanette

this is going to be a ROUGH month....you've heard the phrase *too much month at the end of the money*? Well, that will DEFINITELY happen this month, as my paychack will be MAYBE $130 (over two weeks.....not much in the way of hours!) Hope things have been well with you!

*Why are there so many songs about rainbows
And what's on the other side?
Rainbows are visions, but only illusions,
And rainbows have nothing to hide.
So we've been told and some choose to believe it
I know they're wrong, wait and see.
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection,
The lovers, the dreamers and me.

Who said that every wish would be heard and answered
when wished on the morning star?
Somebody thought of that
and someone believed it,
and look what it's done so far.
What's so amazing that keeps us stargazing?
And what do we think we might see?
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection,
the lovers, the dreamers and me.

All of us under its spell,
we know that it's probably magic....

Have you been half asleep
and have you heard voices?
I've heard them calling my name.
Is this the sweet sound that calls the young sailors?
The voice might be one and the same.
I've heard it too many times to ignore it.
It's something that I'm supposed to be.
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection,
the lovers, the dreamers and me.*

Time for a song! Hope things are well with ya!

I got my award letter today (FINALLY) but it's about $400 less than last year - maybe because of when the award letter was sent out? (last year I got it around June...this year, Sept 15) It will cover tuition and MAYBE books - and maybe not! (SIGH) oh well, hope things are OK with ya...*hugs*

Had a good visit with my sister and family! She seems very happy, can defintely tell she's pregnant (well, 7 months along, would assume so, but still, wasn't sure). We went to a restauarant that caters to different types of cuisine, I opted for catfish, having never had it, was good!! Loved the sweet potato too (although didn't care much for the rice)...oh well!

Hugs and hope things are goodwith ya! Enjoy the pow wow!

hugs a beanette, glad things are going well for ya!

*Daylight
See the dew on the sunflower
And a rose that is fading
Roses whither away
Like the sunflower
I yearn to turn my face to the dawn
I am waiting for the day . . .

Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan

Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again

Every streetlamp
Seems to beat a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters
And the streetlamp gutters
And soon it will be morning

Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I musn't give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin

Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
The streetlamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning

Touch me
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You'll understand what happiness is

Look
A new day has begun*

A bonus point if you can tell me where it's from!

We must pay hpmage tp the BINGO QUEEN for her 10,000 posts!

Ever get a song from a show a LOOOOOOONG time ago stuck in your head? Can't seen to get the *where in the world is Carmen SanDiego* theme song out of my head!

-- Edited by musical on Wednesday 29th of September 2010 07:55:52 PM