5 Lessons ...

The 5 Lessons A Millionaire Taught Me
about life and wealth.
~Richard Paul Evans

Lesson One:
Decide to be wealthy.
"Today I decide to be wealthy".

Lesson Two:
Take responsibility for your money.
1/ know how much money you have
2/ know where your money comes from
3/ know where your money is going
4/ know what your money is doing

Lesson Three:
Keep a portion of everything you earn.
Starting your nest egg.
Definition: A real or artificial egg that is put in a hen's nest to encourage it to continue laying after the other eggs have been removed.

Lesson Four:
Win in the margins.
Mind-set 1/ carefully consider each expenditure
Mind-set 2/ freedom & power are better than momentary pleasure
Mind-set 3/ does not equate spending with happiness
Mind-set 4/ protects the nest egg

Lesson Five:
Give back.
"The thoughtful man must shortly say, 'I would as soon leave
to my son a curse as the almighty dollar.'" ~Andrew Carnegie

End of a perfect day

Judith Durham When You Come To The End Of A Perfect Day 1970

www.youtube.com/watch?v=T4N4NAgpqXU

The Bishops Wife (The Boys Choir)

My Savior First Of All

"My Savior First Of All" By Gloria Gaither & Mary Tom Speer

Why men ...

WHY MEN LOVE BEING MEN

1. We know stuff about tanks.
2. Only one suitcase required for a 5-day trip.
3. We can open our own jars.
4. We can go to the bathroom without a support group.
5. The same hair-style lasts for years -- maybe decades.

6. We can leave a motel bed unmade.
7. We can kill our own food.
8. We get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.
9. Wedding plans take care of themselves.
10. If someone forgets to invite us to something, they can still be our friend.

11. Underwear is $10 a three-pack.
12. If you are 34 and single, nobody notices.
13. Everything on our faces stays the original color.
14. Three pairs of shoes are more than enough.
15. We don't have to clean the house if the meter-reader is coming.

16. Car mechanics tell us the truth.
17. We can sit quietly and watch a game with a friend for hours without thinking "He must be mad at me."
19. Gray hair and wrinkles add character.
20. We can drop by and see a friend without bringing a gift.

21. If another guy shows up at a party in the same outfit you just might become lifelong friends.
22. Your pals will never trap you with: "So, notice anything different?"
23. We are not expected to know the names of more than five colors.
24. We almost never have a "strap problem" in public.
25. We are totally unable to see wrinkles in our clothes.

26. We don't have to learn to spell a new last name.
27. We don't have to show below the neck.
29. Our belly usually hides our big hips.
30. One wallet, one pair of shoes, one color, all seasons.

31. We can do our nails with pocketknife.
32. We have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.
33. Christmas shopping can be accomplished for 25 people on the day before Christmas and in 45 minutes.
34. We know nothing about "dust" and we don't care.
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35. Missing the occasional number is perfectly acceptable.

tears in heaven

Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven
Will it be the same
If I saw you in heaven
I must be strong, and carry on
Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven

Would you hold my hand
If I saw you in heaven
Would you help me stand
If I saw you in heaven
I'll find my way, through night and day
Cause I know I just can't stay
Here in heaven

Time can bring you down
Time can bend your knee
Time can break your heart
Have you begging please
Begging please

Beyond the door
There's peace I'm sure.
And I know there'll be no more...
Tears in heaven

Eric Clapton/Tears in heaven

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Revelation 21:1-5 says, “And I saw a new heaven and a new earth: for the first heaven and the first earth were passed away; and there was no more sea. And I John saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. And I heard a great voice out of heaven saying, Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and he will dwell with them, and they shall be his people, and God himself shall be with them, and be their God. AND GOD SHALL WIPE AWAY ALL TEARS FROM THEIR EYES; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: FOR THE FORMER THINGS ARE PASSED AWAY. And he that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new. And he said unto me, Write: for these words are true and faithful.”

You will notice that it is God wiping the tears away, not the people their own tears. What care and compassion is seen by that action on God’s part. Psalm 56:8 says, “Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book?”

http://www.libertygospeltracts.com/question/prequest/doinheav.htm

John Prine

John Prine - Wedding Bells - Let's Turn Back The Years

In and Around Drumheller Canada

music

Daniel O'Donnell - Far side banks of Jordan

Julie Lendon Stone - He washed my eyes with tears

Music

Daniel O'Donnell - Far side banks of Jordan

Great Judgment Morning

Great Judgment Morning - 4 keyboards instrumental

Heaven

What a day that will be!

more music

Does Jesus Care ~ Mac Wiseman

HYMNS FOR SUNSET by The Salvation Army Brass Band

Chuck Wagon Gang - I Will Sing The Wonderous Story

There Is A Fountain - Accordion

Accordion - I'll Be Somewhere Listening

Coming Home

Six versions of Lord I'm Coming Home

~ Donnie Sumner

~ Kitty Wells

~ Choir

~ Tennessee Ernie Ford

~ from Amazing Worship (four gals)

~ Jim-Jesse & The Virginia Boys (bluegrass)

1 I've wandered far away from God,
Now I'm coming home;
The paths of sin too long I've trod,
Lord, I'm coming home.

Chorus:
Coming home, coming home,
Nevermore to roam;
Open wide Thine arms of love;
Lord, I'm coming home.

2 I've wasted many precious years,
Now I'm coming home;
I now repent with bitter tears,
Lord, I'm coming home.

3 I'm tired of sin and straying, Lord,
Now I'm coming home;
I'll trust Thy love, believe Thy word;
Lord, I'm coming home.

4 My soul is sick, my heart is sore,
Now I'm coming home;
My strength renew, my hope restore:
Lord, I'm coming home.

5 My only hope, my only plea,
Now I'm coming home;
That Jesus died, and died for me;
Lord, I'm coming home.

6 I need His cleansing blood, I know,
Now I'm coming home;
O wash me whiter than the snow;
Lord, I'm coming home.

IP address

Kim Hopper ~ Love Lifted Me

Kim Hopper with the Gaithers

Easter 2009

Without His Cross ~ Sharon Mennonite Bible Institute
Alas! and Did My Saviour Bleed?
When The Ransomed Get Home ~ Cedar Springs Amish/Mennonite youth choir

Some music I enjoy

The Lighthouse
Remind Me Dear Lord ~ Alison Krauss
Hold Me ~ Barbara Mandrell
Today I Started Loving You Again ~ Merle Haggard
I Have A Dream ~ ABBA
Natural High ~ Merle Haggard and Janie Fricke
Send Me The Pillow That You Dream On ~ Dean Martin
God Will ~ Connie Smith / Nat Stuckey
Blues Stay Away From Me ~ Delmore Brothers

That Was Yesterday.

You know, I've always believed
That when you feel somethin'
Especially somethin' good for someone
You shouldn't keep it from them
You should let him know

But I also believe that
If you think it's love
There's really no need to bring it up
If you know there's no chance for it to grow

But it seems like
I'm always coming up with contradictions
Because now I find that
What I believe and what I feel
Are two very different things
And those feelings I've kept all to myself
Are gonna come out now
Even though they've changed

So you see
I guess I was right in one way
That I never told you this
And I don't really know why I'm telling you now
But I'd just kinda like you to know that
There could've been a you and me
I might've changed my life for you
And you might've changed for me

If there weren't so many ifs and buts
And if you had wanted it to be
But because of the way I am
And the way you are
We never took the chance, did we?
Call it respect, because we're not free
Call it fear of rejection because of our pride
Or call it just plain old common sense
That it would be just too risky
And too sticky a situation
Because we wouldn't know exactly where we were going
And we'd be afraid to take the ride

Call it whatever, but I wanted you to know that
I like you very much
And you're the kind of person I could love
You're honest, sincere, compassionate, not afraid
To be too gentle and not afraid to be too strong and
You got that certain kind of something
People are always looking for and rarely find and
Never seem to get enough of and somehow
It doesnt seem wrong to tell you that

No, we never kissed and never touched each other
But our hearts have and our souls have and
If we gave them half the chance
Look out, for I'll bet they can start a fire
That nobody in the whole world could put out

But that was yesterday, wasn't it?
And things are so different now
See I was right not to ever tell you
Because I always knew
It would of never really had a chance to grow
And though I'll use my better judgement again
And never mail this letter
I still kinda wanted you to know

Lyrics courtesy Top40db.

Donna Fargo performs "That Was Yesterday"

PS: Changes, I think of you often but thankfully the Great Saddness is lifting and I know - "that was yesterday, wasn't it?"

Happy New Year everyone !

The New North

The Project Gutenberg EBook of The New North, by Agnes Deans Cameron

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THE NEW NORTH
Being Some Account of a Woman's Journey through Canada to the Arctic
BY AGNES DEANS CAMERON
WITH MANY ILLUSTRATIONS FROM PHOTOGRAPHS BY THE AUTHOR

Published November, 1909

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When Snowball Melted

With thanks to Bonnie Compton Hanson (c) 1997.

When Snowball Melted

Lovebirds. That’s what all our friends called us when we first married.

I guess Don and I deserved it. Money was tight because we were both full-time students, working to pay our way through school. Sometimes, we’d have to save up days just for an ice cream cone. Still, our tiny, drab apartment seemed like paradise. Love does that, you know.


Anyway, the more we heard the term “lovebirds,” the more we thought about birds. And one day we started saving up for a couple of lovebirds of our own: the feathery kind. We knew we couldn’t afford to buy both birds and a nice cage, so in his spare moments, Don made the cage himself.

We set our cage in front of a shaded window. Then we waited until the crumpled envelope marked “lovebirds” was full of bills and spare change. At last the day came when we were able to walk down to our local pet store to “adopt” some additions to our little family.

We’d had our hearts set on parakeets. But the minute we heard the canaries singing, we changed our minds. Selecting a lively yellow male and a sweet white female, we named the youngsters Sunshine and Snowball.

Because of our exhausting schedules, we didn’t get to spend too much time with our new friends, but we loved having them greet us each evening with bursts of song. And they seemed blissfully happy with each other.

Time passed, and when our young lovebirds finally seemed mature enough to start a family of their own, we went ahead and prepared a nest area and lots of nesting material for them.

Sure enough, one day they began to find the idea very appealing. Snowball was a very exacting supervisor in designing and decorating their nest just so, while Sunshine, his face aglow with love, bent over backward to put everything just where she ordered.

Then one day an egg appeared. How they sang! And a few weeks later when a tiny chick hatched, their happiness seemed to know no bounds. I don’t know how it happened genetically, but that baby canary was bright orange. So right off we named him Punkinhead. The sunny days passed. How proud all of us were when our fledgling tottered out of the nest onto a real grown-up perch!

Then one day, Punkinhead suddenly plunged headlong from his perch to the bottom of the cage. The tiny orange bird just lay there. Both parents and I rushed to his rescue.

But he was dead. Just like that. Whether he’d had a heart attack before he fell or broke his neck in the fall, I’ll never know. But Punkinhead was gone.

Though both parents grieved, his little mother was inconsolable. She refused to let either Sunshine or me get near that pitiful little body. Instead of the joyful melodies I usually heard from Snowball, now she gave only the most excruciating cries and moans. Her heart, joy and will seemed completely melted by her sorrow.

Poor Sunshine didn’t know what to make of it. He kept trying to push Snowball away from her sad station, but she refused to budge. Instead, over and over she kept trying to revive her adored child.

Finally Sunshine seemed to work out a plan. He convinced her to fly up and eat some seeds every so often, while he stood duty in her place. Then each time she left, he’d quietly place one piece of nesting straw over Punkinhead’s body. Just one. But in a few days, piece by piece, it was completely covered over.

At first Snowball seemed disoriented when she looked around, but she didn’t try to uncover the chick. Instead, she flew up to her normal perch and stayed there. Then I was able to quietly reach in and remove the little body, straw shroud and all.

After that, Sunshine spent all his time consoling Snowball. Eventually she started making normal sounds, and then one day, her sorrow finally melted and she sang again.

I don’t know if Snowball ever realized the quiet labor of love and healing Sunshine had done for her. But they remained joyously devoted for as long as they both lived. Love does that, you know.

Especially to lovebirds.

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A lesson in true love, without the distractions of our world as it stands these days. ~Helene