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I am going to share a little experience I had recently. I am thinking that most folk won’t quite understand, and especially will think I am crazy and chalk it up to coincidence. That’s OK, whatever works for you is fine with me. For me though, it was one in a long line of little things that reinforces my beliefs. This is really kind of trivial, but it’s not the first time it has happened, nor is it the first of it’s kind. I was mowing Sunday, and although I don’t live in a mansion or anything, I do have a good sized yard, maybe average for living on the side of a mountain. However, a good deal of it is a big hill, which I have to mow by hand and it takes a while. All in all it usually takes me about four hours to mow, sometimes more or less depending on how detailed I am getting that particular time.

This time I was getting pretty detailed since I hadn’t been the last couple times. So, I mow the front part of the yard on Saturday, and then the back and top on Sunday. Now I was fretting a little over the yard, which I don’t normally do, because it had been awhile since I last mowed it. I am not one of these people that has to have a manicured lawn, and mows twice a week and all that. However, between my work schedule and the weather, I hadn’t mowed for almost three weeks! Fortunately the grass had been growing slow, but nonetheless, it needed to be cut.

The point is, is that I was on the tractor in the back yard trying to get it done before the rain hit. Thunderstorms had been forecast for that day, and it was looking like it was going to be true to the prediction and roll in a good one. I am pushing hard to get the back yard finished (I hate to leave it half done and stop in the middle), when the sky that was already dark started letting some rain drops loose. I felt them, then saw them on the hood of the tractor, and I was stressing. I was maybe halfway done, and really wanted to get it finished. Without really any conscious thought about it, I looked up and said “Oh Lord, just give me one more hour, then you can rain all you want.”

As soon as I said it, the sun came out and the rain stopped. It was kind of eerie. The rain stayed away for a couple of hours, and I got the mowing done, plus some trimming and extra mowing I don’t always do. I figured I had better take advantage of the Divine reprieve. Then, after a bit, it did in fact rain and storm and all that fun stuff. Like I said earlier, most people will laugh me off and say it was coincidence, and maybe so. But, it’s not the first time I have seen something like this happen to me, and I like to believe my guardian angel put in a call to the Big Man and He saw fit to help me out. It doesn’t work like you think, you can’t sit here and wish/pray for a million dollars and have it appear, but He’ll help you when you need it. That’s whether you are trying to solve a problem, or even deal with a crisis in life. On this day though, it was a simple rain reprieve that helped me out and eased my stress level, all the while giving me a vehicle to share with you my experience.

This one is a little late, I should have put it up this morning, but it was a busy day.  This is a short post, mainly just wanted to reinforce to everyone that they think about what this day really is, and what it means to us.  Let’s not forget the troubled times we used to have, people want to look back wistfully and claim times now are worse than ever, and I disagree.  This day marks the day that we adopted the Declaration of Independence, making our statement that we (the original thirteen colonies) were separate and independent of Great Britain.  This really was one of the most historic events that I can think of.  There are many moments to be sure, but this was the moment when we stood up and thumbed our nose at Great Britain and declared we were our own country.  Mighty powerful stuff to be sure.

So as you are watching your fireworks, and eating your baked beans and barbecue,  let’s not forget not only the sacrifice that our forefathers made, but the cahonies it must have taken for them to do what they did.  I for one am glad they did, because they helped shape the wonderful country I live in today.  For all of her flaws, I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else.

I have to share something with everyone (yeah both of you that visit my site). I have a daughter, that much we all know. She is right at 19 months old now, which means she’s toddling all over the place. One of her favorite things is to go outside, and especially to pick dandelions. I guess it’s a good thing I have a couple acres to run around on. I think it’s pretty cool that, as much as she likes her Elmo and Sesame Street, even more she loves to be outside playing the dirt, watering the flowers, picking dandelions or any number of other things. I have come to enjoy and even look forward to our romps outside to find and grab up the unsuspecting dandelions. At least chasing her around the yard ought to be helping me get some exercise! Anyway, if you are having a rough day and need a break, I suggest going out in the yard and hunting some dandy dandelions.

Sally jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: “How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?”

The surgeon said, “I’m sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn’t make it.”

Sally said, “Why do little children get cancer? Doesn’t God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?”

The surgeon asked, “Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he’s transported to the university.”

Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good-bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair.

“Would you like a lock of his hair?” the nurse asked.

Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy’s hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally. The mother said, “It was Jimmy’s idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else. “I said no at first, but Jimmy said, ‘Mom, I won’t be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom.” She went on, “My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could.”

Sally walked out of Children’s mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy’s belongings on the seat beside her in the car. The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy’s belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son’s room. She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.

It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:

“Dear Mom, I know you’re going to miss me; but don’t think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just ’cause I’m not around to say I LOVE YOU. I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won’t be so lonely, that’s okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn’t like the same things us boys do. You’ll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. Don’t be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn’t look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God’s knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That’s when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good-bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn’t allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him ‘Where was He when I needed him?’ “God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children.

Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I’ve written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn’t that cool? I have to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I’m, sure the food will be great.

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don’t hurt anymore. The cancer is all gone. I’m glad because I couldn’t stand that pain anymore and God couldn’t stand to see me hurt so much, either. That’s when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?

Signed with Love from God, Jesus & Me.