Saturday, April 23, 2011

This explains why I forward jokes.

A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.
He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble... At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.
When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.
When he was close enough, he called out, 'Excuse me, where are we?'
'This is Heaven, sir,' the man answered.. 'Wow! Would you happen to have some water?' the man asked.
Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up. 'The man gestured, and the gate began to open.
'Can my friend,' gesturing toward his dog, 'come in, too?' the traveler asked.
'I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets.'
The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.
After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence.
As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.
'Excuse me!' he called to the man. 'Do you have any water?'
'Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in.'
'How about my friend here?' the traveler gestured to the dog.
'There should be a bowl by the pump.'
They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.
The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.
When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree..
'What do you call this place?' the traveler asked.
'This is Heaven,' he answered.
'Well, that's confusing,' the traveler said. 'The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.'
'Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell.'
'Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?'
'No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind.'
Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes to us without writing a word.
Maybe this will explain.
When you are very busy, but still want to keep in touch, guess what you do? You forward jokes.
When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep in contact, you forward jokes.
When you have something to say, but don't know what, and don't know how, you forward jokes.
Also to let you know that you are still remembered, you are still important, you are still loved, you are still cared for, guess what you get? A forwarded joke.
So, next time if you get a joke, don't think that you've been sent just another forwarded joke, but that you've been thought of today and your friend on the other end of your computer wanted to send you a smile
You are all welcome @ my water bowl anytime.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

An old Indian Proverb

An old Indian Proverb says that "We can only be what we give ourselves the power to be" As a small child I used to lay on the earth and looking up watch the birds flying. I sought that feeling for a long time. First on my horse, then on a swing, and then on one of my brothers old motorcycle. I never quite found it until I wanted to be just the bird. To feel the power in my legs as I started my run and then in the lift from my wings. The feel of the air rushing past my face.

The original author of this piece is unknown but I do know it's an old indian prayer usually said at the funeral of an elder when they cross over.
I give you this one thought to keep, I'm with you still. I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints in snow.
When you awake in mornings hush, I am the swift uplifting rush
of feathered wings in circled flight. I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not think of me as gone, I'm with you still in each new dawn.
My voice you'll hear in the eagles' cry, With wings unfurled, At last, I fly
Have a wonderful day

Monday, April 11, 2011

A Cactus & A Caterpillar

Once there was a man who asked God for a flower and a butterfly.
But instead God gave him a cactus and a caterpillar.The man was sad, he didn't understand why his request was so mistaken.
Then he thought : Oh well, God has to many people to care for...He decided not to question.
After some time passed, the man went to check up on his request that he had forgotten. To his surprise, from the thorny, ugly cactus a beautiful flower had grown. And the unsightly caterpillar had been transformed into the most magnificent butterfly.
God always does things right. His way is always the best way, even if it seems all wrong to us. If you have asked God for one thing and received another TRUST.
You can be sure that He will always give us what we need at the appropriate time
What you want is not always what you need.
God never fails to grant our petitions, so keep on going to Him without doubt or murmuring.
Today's caterpillar is tomorrows butterfly

Kui Clear-Water
Story Teller Waccamaw Indian People

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Close By

I was in dreams, but still it seems his voice called out my name
His loving tone said “You’re my own; my kingdom’s yours to claim”.
Praise each day that you were born into this earthly realm
And know that I have been close by… the captain at the helm
Praise each hurt that came your way for it was in my plan.
And know that I have been close by… the Sheppard of my lamb.
Praise the stones and paths you chose, through wrong they seemed to be.
And know that I have been close by to lead you home to me
I had awoke, but still he spoke, his voice like thunder rose. He made it known
He tests his own, through trust and faith, love grows.
Praise every pain and count it gain to make your spirit strong. Know that I am
Still close by, the composer of our song.
Praise the name of Jesus Christ for through his death and resurrection…you
Stand close by and know that I see you in his perfection.

Kui Clear-Water
Story Teller Waccamaw Indian People

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Black Elk Speaks – Oglala Souix

You have noticed that everything that an Indian does is in a circle, and that is because the Power of the World always works in circles, and everything tries to be round….The Sky is round, and I have heard that the earth is round like a ball, and so are all the stars. The wind, in its greatest power, whirls. Birds make their nest in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours….Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing, and always come back again to where they were. The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childhood, and so it is in everything where power moves.

“Black Elk – Oglala”
Kui Clear-Water
Story Teller Waccamaw Indian People

Sunday, April 3, 2011

The Ultimate Tool Chest

Prayer For Our Soldiers

Heavenly Father, hold our troops in Your loving hands.
Protect them as they protect us Bless them and their
Families for the selfless acts they perform for us in this
Our time of need. These things I humbly ask in the name
Of Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior,