Some People

Some people come into our lives and leave footprints on our hearts and we are never the same.

Some people come into our lives and quickly go...some stay for awhile and embrace our silent dreams.

They help us become aware of the delicate winds of hope~and we discover within any human spirit there are wings yearning to fly.

They help our hearts to see that the only stairway to the stars is woven with dreams~ and we find ourselves unafraid to reach high.

They celebrate the true essence of who we are~ and have faith in all that we may become.

Some people awaken us to new and deeper realizations~for we gain insight from the passing whisper of their wisdom.

Throughout our lives we are sent precious souls~ meant to share our journey however brief or lasting their stay they remind us why we are here.

To learn... To teach... To nurture... To Love~

Some people come into our lives to cast a steady light upon our path and guide our every step, their shining belief in us helps us to believe in ourself.

Some people come into our lives to teach us about love~ the love that rests within ourselves.

Let us reach out to others and feel the bliss of giving~ for LOVE is far richer in action then it ever is in words.

Some people come into our lives and they move our souls to sing and make our spirits dance.

They help us to see that everything on earth is part of the incredibility of life~ and that it is always there for us to take of its joy.

Some people come into our lives and leave footprints on our hearts and we are never ever the same.

By, Flavia Weedn

YIKES

How would you like to walk into your kitchen and see your 2 daughters playing on the floor and then look at your sliding glass door and see this (pic of cougar) staring at them as they play?

I received an e-mail from a friend of mine in town the other day and a friend of hers receieved an e-mail from a friend in Omak and they found that cougar on thier porch looking at their daughters like dinner through their slider... SCARY!

Fire, Fire, Fire!

Last week around 9:50 p.m. we heard a HUGE explosion... Beka comes running from one end of the house and me from the other, we opened her blinds and see nothing , then another huge explosion we then go into Ryans room, open his blinds and the house across the street is on fire . Flames are shooting clear up the pine trees!

Fire trucks and sherrifs and ambulance... and let me tell you I had no clue we had so many neighbors... they must've come from under rocks, bush people ..where did they all come from?

Anyway this went on until around 3 am... investigation etc... the woman that lived there was in her 70's and passed away in the fire.. her fiance is over at Harborview with bad burns and lung trouble, needs prayer! I guess her 2 oxygen tanks blew up... very sad! I had never seen anything quite like this, niether had the kids... pray for the man if you are a praying person , his name is Ted! Thanks G

I just couldn't resist!!!

Happy Resurrection Day aka Easter!

The Old Rugged Cross


On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suffering and shame;
And I love that old cross where the dearest and best
For a world of lost sinners was slain.

So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down,
I will cling to that old rugged cross,
And exchange it someday for a crown.

Oh that old rugged cross, so despised by the world,
Has a wonderous attraction for me;
For the dear Lamb of God left his glory above,
To bear it on dark calvary.

So I'll cherish that old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down,
I will cling to that old rugged cross,
And exchange it someday for a crown.

On that old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine,
A wonderous beauty I see,
For twas on that old cross, Jesus suffered and died,
To pardon and sanctify me.

So I'll cherish that old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down,
I will cling to that old rugged cross,
And exchange it someday for a crown.

To the old rugged cross I will ever be true;
It's shame and reproach gladly bear,
Then He'll call me someday to my home far away,
Where His glory forever I'll share.

So I'll cherish that old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down,
I will cling to that old rugged cross,
And exchange it someday for a crown.