kitties & puppies in heaven...a blast from the past
Well my
dear ones,
It’s
been so long that I’ve written anything;
and so
many bad things have happened recently
that I
turned back to the past, the long past,
to see
what I could see; this starts in 2006,
and
then dials the clock back to 2002:
Date:
22 JUNE 2006
Subject:
kitties in heaven (& puppies, too) :D
well my
dear ones,
My
friend, Joyce, had to have her kitty, Tyson,
put to
sleep last night.
The
poor thing had pneumonia,
but
also feline AIDS,
so
there was nothing [humanly]
that
could be done for him,
and
Joyce could only just hold him
while
he was put to sleep.
She
asked me yesterday
if I
thought she’d see her kitty in heaven.
I
believe so,
and I
think I wrote something to that effect
many
years ago...
*rummages
around his in his e-mails*
Yes,
here it is, from way back in June of 2002;
this
blast-from-the-past is for Joyce,
...and
anyone else who has ever lost a pet they loved:
18 June
2002
dave is
cyber-bummed big time;
his
kitty, Gretchen, that he bought his wife
fifteen
years ago, is gone.
I found
her this morning,
curled
up in the tall grass
on a
little hill on the side of our house.
at
least she didn't get hit by a car
or
mauled by some other animal.
it
looks like she just curled up
in a
little ball,
and
died peacefully in her sleep,
dreaming
little kitty dreams...
so I
buried her on the side hill,
and
yeah, I cried on the way to work.
I loved
that cat for 15 years...
::sniffles::
well, I
pray that C.S. Lewis is right.
(and I
truly believe he is)
if
"joy is the serious business of heaven"
and
there are no tears beyond heaven's gate,
then
how could little girls be happy there
like
without their pets?
without
their kitties & puppies
&
hamsters & gerbils & all that they love?
heh,
I've seen the love of God
accomplish
amazing things, and yet
who am
I to comprehend the mysteries of deep heaven?
I guess
I should know by now
to
trust God to know best.
if God
wishes there to be kitties in heaven,
then
kitties there shall be.
(&
puppies, too, & all manner of our pets
we have loved and lost and long to see again
:D)
Have a
pleasant week.
grace,
peace, and love to you,
dave
Miss Teresa
Well my
dear ones,
As I
was driving to work this morning,
I took
a turn onto a back road,
but as
I did, out of the corner of my eye,
I saw a
woman sitting by the side of the road,
in a
spot where I’d seen homeless people before.
I
always keep a little extra money in a pocket
on the
back side of my wallet,
in case
I run into someone in need.
So I
pulled a U-turn,
and went
over to the woman and asked,
“Hey
sister, could you use some extra cash?”
Usually,
people are very thankful,
and
often say, “God bless you,”
but I’ve
never had a reaction like I got
from
this woman.
She
took the money and burst into tears,
saying,
“Thank you; God bless you!
And
would you please pray for me?
My name
is Teresa.”
I told
her I would;
and I
am convinced that one thing
that we’ll
all regret we didn’t do more of
in this
life is to pray for other people;
hence,
I’m telling all y’all
(note
correct use of southern expression =>)
so that
if you have a minute to spare,
you
might also say
a
little pray for Miss Teresa.
What
are her needs?
I don’t
know;
they
are known to God alone.
But we
don’t really need to know.
We can
just pray, in faith,
for
God, who knows all things,
to lift
up her spirit
and
meet all her needs.
We pass
by people everyday
who may
be on the edge,
who may
need help,
who may
need prayer,
but we
don’t know it.
Yet in
this case we do. =>
So, if
you can spare a minute
to pray
for this woman,
thank
you!
grace,
peace, and love to you,
dave
inmate surprise
Well my
dear ones,
I haven’t
said much lately
as I
have had little to say.
Yet recently,
I did see something heart-warming,
in
fact, it was just today.
When I
heard a senior citizens choir
performed
at a jailhouse, I figured,
“Hey,
this isn’t Elvis with his
Jail House Rock.”
Yes, I
thought they got laughed
off the
stage by these tough,
hardened
inmates.
Actually,
I could not have been more wrong;
the
choir was clear that one of their members
had just
died and this was in memoriam.
The
inmates’ response was not just respectful,
it was
beautiful.
https://www.happiest.net/2017/07/18/old-folks-crash-jail-music-starts-even-toughest-inmates-left-tears/
That’s
just touching,
and
helps restore one’s faith in human nature.
grace,
peace, and love to you,
dave
Talents
Well my
dear ones,
I
believe we all have God-given talents,
although
some of us
may just
have yet to develop them;
even if
you don’t think you have any,
I’d be
willing to be you do. =>
Years
ago,
my wife
and I met a young woman
whose
opening line to us was,
“Hi! I’m
Lydia; I have no talents.”
In
context, that line was in
response
to my wife’s and my review
of her
friend Madi’s talents.
Yet as
the years passed,
it
became evident that Lydia
(just
like her namesake in the Bible)
has
many God-given talents. =D
Now some
may worry about
having
the time to work on things,
as in,
they see now that they
may just
have a talent,
yet
might it not be too late?
They
learned about it later in life;
so can
God restore the time
they
could have used on their talents
yet
spent on other things?
A good
question; to answer it,
I’ll
have to dial the clock back
about
2800 years,
back to
the year 835 BC,
to the
time of the prophet Joel:
“So I
[God] will restore to you
the years
that the swarming locust has eaten.”
---
Joel 2:25
There’s
a lot of hope there,
like
that it’s never too late,
and
that our best days
are
still ahead of us
... I
love that!
In
honor of all who have
sacrificed
for us,
have a
blessed Memorial Day! =>
grace,
peace, and love to you,
dave
“For I
know the plans I have for you,”
says the Lord.
“They
are plans for good
and not for disaster,
to give you a future and a hope.”
--- Jeremiah 29:11
The Legend of the Jimbo Leg Stabber
Well my
dear ones,
This
morning, as I was washing some dishes,
I
noticed a knife on the windowsill.
It used
to be mine, but I gifted it to my wife;
it is now
one of her favorites,
used
for opening boxes and such;
however,
it has a bloody history.
Yes, I
have many knives,
even
several on which I cut myself
as I
learned the trick of opening them;
but I
only ever owned one knife
that
has the distinction
of
having stabbed someone.
Well,
like the Bible says,
“A
joyful heart is good medicine”
(Psalm
17:22)
and
even the guy who got stabbed
is able
to laugh about it now;
he also
gave me approval to tell the story;
so I
will tell you how this ordinary knife,
known
as the [discontinued] Buck model 506,
came to
be known as “the Jimbo Leg Stabber.”
See it
here:
http://theeverencouragingword.blogspot.com/2017/05/jimbo-leg-stabber.html
A long
time ago,
nigh
well more than 30 years ago,
my
brother, Jimmy (aka JimBro, aka Jimbo),
and I
went for a ski trip up in Maine;
in
order to avoid the crowds,
we went
to Mount Abram; at the time,
it was
a place used mostly by Maine locals.
The
night we arrived, we were in our room,
and
Jimmy asked me if I had a nail clipper.
I said,
no, all I had was a knife.
He said
that would have to do,
so I
handed him the knife.
Jimbo
put his hand of the night table,
and
went to work
with
his modified “nail clipper.”
A few
seconds later I hear...
Jimbo: “Oooooh!”
me: “What?”
Jimbo: *holding
his leg*
“I
think I just stabbed myself in the leg.”
*takes hand
away from his upper thigh & looks*
“Yep;
the knife slipped off the tabletop
and I stabbed myself...”
me: “How
deep?”
Jimbo: “Right
down to the bone.”
me: “We’ve
got to go to the emergency room,
or get
you to a doctor!”
Jimbo: “No;
no need for that.”
Yep; my
brother is pretty tough;
showing
that he was destined to
become
a Marine in the future,
he used
some alcohol to clean the wound,
put
some antibiotic ointment on it,
and was
able to bandage it enough
to [mostly]
stop the bleeding.
Not
only did he refuse medical treatment,
but he
also insisted that we had to ski,
since
we had already spent the money
and
that’s what we had come up there to do;
hence, despite
the pain in his leg,
we skied
for four hours the next day.
He did
give me the knife back,
as he
said he really didn’t want to
see it
for a while.
Years
later, when he asked about it,
I told
him I gave the knife to my wife.
However,
this year, for his birthday,
I gave
my Bro the current version
of this
knife, and told him it
had the
identical blade to the old
“Jimbo
Leg Stabber.”
And he
laughed; so that’s cool;
and
that’s the story...
Wait...I
was just reading last night
about
the medieval bards,
the
storytellers from whom we got the
“histories”
of King Arthur and Robin Hood.
Any
bard worth his salt had to add to the tale,
to tell
more than just the bare bones facts,
even
embellish it a bit...
OK;
forget everything I just said...
*thinks
for a bit*
This is
how things “really” went down.
My Bro
and I were in the parking lot
at the Mount
Abram ski lodge
when a
bunch of local toughs walked by.
The
leader of this gang thought my Bro
looked
at his girlfriend,
so he
had 4 of his guys grab my brother
while
he proceeded to stab him in the leg,
right
down to the bone,
and
left the knife sticking there
while
he laughed.
But my
brother got the last laugh!
He
slapped the living crud
out of
all 5 of those guys,
then
pulled the knife from his own leg
and
used it to slice their pants off.
So,
when the cops showed up,
there’s
my Bro holding a knife,
while
these 5 lou-sas are
stumbling
around in their underwear. #_#
The two
cops, both former Marines,
thought
this was so funny
that
they suggested my Bro
keep the
knife as a memento;
they
further suggested that he
might
want to join the Corps,
as they
could see he had Marine potential.
Yep;
that’s it; that’s how it went down;
that is...
“The
Legend of the Jimbo Leg Stabber 2.0”
That’s
how I plan to start remembering it
...in
the future. Hahaha! =)~
Remember,
God has a sense of humor
so we
should, too! =D
“This
is the day the Lord has made;
let us rejoice and be glad in it.”
--- Psalm 118:24
If you
enjoyed this story,
you can
leave a comment on my brother’s
Facebook
page here:
https://www.facebook.com/jim.macfadyen.7
Thank
you. =>
grace,
peace, and love to you,
dave
an inch
Well my
dear ones,
I haven’t
said much lately
because
I haven’t had much worth saying.
Lately,
I was telling a couple of friends that
I
haven’t really been myself lately,
not
since my Dad passed away;
my Mom
had Alzheimer’s,
so in a
way I lost her before she died;
but it
hit me hard when my Dad died,
because
as long as he was still around,
it was
like my Mom was still around, too.
Now,
most days,
I feel
like I’m an inch away from being back
in the
days of my clinical depression
(80s
& 90s…pre-Christian…an uncool time);
the
only thing preventing that is that I know
that
Jesus died for me.
Yet, on
further reflection,
I told
my friends I had one more thing to add;
when I
said "I feel like I'm an inch away"
God
laid it on me that He's got me by an inch...
...and if
God's got you by an inch,
then that's
like
you've
got the finger of God on you.
And I
think we're better off
if
God's got us by an inch
than
being guarded by an army of 10,000 men,
or
being protected by a 6-foot thick steel wall...
an inch
of God...what's more powerful than that?
Nothing.
=)
For any
of you that are going through,
or will
go through, some tough times,
I pray
God’s got you by an inch, too. =D
grace,
peace, and love to you,
dave
The King of the World
Well my
dear ones,
I know
I am way behind;
I lost
my Dad a few weeks ago,
and I
am still processing that...
...but
this is an encouragement;
hence,
I promise you that today’s blog
may
start out dark, but will end well.
Losing
my Mom six months ago was tough,
yet as
long as one of your parents is still here
it’s
kind of like the other one is, too
...if
that makes any sense to you.
So when
my Dad passed away,
it
brought back reminders of the old days,
my
clinical depression days,
my
atheistic days,
...in a
word, the bad old days.
Back
then, wandering in a daze,
I
stumbled upon a sign,
“If you
need help, call #######”
I did,
and wound up chatting with this pastor.
We
spoke of many things,
and
when he got to the goodness of God,
I asked
him how we would feel if God allowed
his
wife and kids to perish in an accident.
He
looked at me and said,
“I
would say, the Lord gave
and the Lord taken away...
blessed be the Name of the Lord.”
(He was
quoting the Hebrew prophet Job,
but I didn’t know that at the time)
I was
about to start laughing,
when I
realized,
“This
guy is serious;
he actually believes what he just said.”
Then I
realized he had a power and stability
that I
lacked, and that I might need to
spend
some more time with him.
When he
found out I was an engineer, he asked me
to
research the Resurrection of Jesus,
like
find out for myself whether it went down.
After 4
years I was pretty confident,
but I
spent an extra 3 just to make sure
*shrugs*
for
something that important,
I felt
it was worth 7 years to be secure
in the
knowledge that we have cause for hope.
Some
years later,
I was
hit with an even darker depression,
and I
felt truly hopeless;
following
Jesus had not stopped
the
living hell of depression.
Fortunately,
a wonderful counselor
(whose
name I will never bother to look up;
to me, she will always be an angel)
pointed
out,
“Do
Christians get colds?”
Me: “Yes.”
Her: “Do
they get the flu?”
Me: “Hmm,
yeah.”
Her: “Christians
aren’t immune to sickness
and depression is just another disease.”
The pointed
out that the same God
who
spoke the universe into existence
also
smiles when He thinks about us,
the
masterpiece of His creation;
and she
gave me a wonderful verse to learn:
“For I
know the plans I have for you,”
says the Lord, “plans for welfare
and not for evil,
to give you a future and a hope.”
--- Jeremiah 29:11
I’ve
been free of clinical depression
for
many years now,
but the
loss of my Mom,
shortly
followed by my Dad,
took
its toll on me.
Yet in
that tough time,
a song
by Natalie Grant
really struck
trough to me,
“The
King of the World.”
[you
can hear it here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4K7kplxNM48
or see
the lyrics here:
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/nataliegrant/kingoftheworld.html
]
[OK; I know
she really meant,
“King of
the Universe,”
but
that doesn’t fit the meter of her song,
so I’ll
cut her some slack,
let her
exercise her artistic license. =D ]
Her
line,
“I try
to put you in the box that I've designed,”
hit me
hard; it reminded me of the book of essays
by C.S.
Lewis, “God in the Dock”;
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/God_in_the_Dock
Anyway,
I listened to Natalie’s song
dozens
of times (love her voice =>);
and now
I’m getting on board with Job,
saying,
“The
Lord gave
and the Lord taken away...
blessed be the Name of the Lord.”
(Job
1:21)
After
55 years of marriage,
our Dad
didn’t want to hang out here
without
our Mom;
he
wanted to go and be with her.
Who am
I to deny him that?
Our Mom
is an awesome Mom,
and our
Dad strove to love
and
protect her and us.
Thank
you, God, for the parents you gave us;
may
they rest in You till we see them again.
This is
the day the Lord has made;
let us
rejoice and be glad in it.
---
Psalm 118:24
grace,
peace, and love to you,
dave