I Can't Find My Mom...very precious pictures

I can't find my Mom,


would it be Ok if I hung around with you guys? An Awesome Texas Morning

(After the horses moved on, the doe came for her fawn. So all is well, in case you were wondering...)

NOT SCARED OF THE "BIG GUYS" AT ALL..... VERY INQUISITIVE.

AND THE HORSES DON'T SEEM TO MIND.

THE FAWN LOOKS SO SMALL.

Burned Biscuits

Burned Biscuits-author unknown

 When I was a kid, my Mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner

 every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she

 had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work. On that evening

 so long ago, my Mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely

 burned biscuits in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if

 anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile

 at my Mom and ask me how my day was at school. I don't remember

 what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear

 butter and jelly on that biscuit and eat every bite!



 When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my

 Mom apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits. And I'll never

 forget what he said: "Honey, I love burned biscuits."



 Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him

 if he really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms

 and said, "Your Momma put in a hard day at work today and she's

 real tired. And besides a little burned biscuit never hurt anyone!"



 Life is full of imperfect things and imperfect people. I'm not the

 best at hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries

 just like everyone else. But what I've learned over the years is

 that learning to accept each others' faults - and choosing to

 celebrate each others' differences - is one of the most important

 keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.



 And that's my prayer for you today. That you will learn to take

 the good, the bad, and the ugly parts of your life and lay them at

 the feet of God. Because in the end, He's the only One who will be

 able to give you a relationship where a burnt biscuit isn't a deal-

 breaker!



 We could extend this to any relationship. In fact, understanding

 is the base of any relationship, be it a husband-wife or parent-

 child or friendship!



 "Don't put the key to your happiness in someone else's pocket,

 keep it in your own."



 So Please pass me a biscuit, and yes, the burned one will do just

 fine. And PLEASE pass this along to someone who has enriched your

 life.


 Be kinder than necessary because everyone you meet is fighting

 some kind of battle.

 "Life without God is like an unsharpened pencil - it has no point.."

A New Christmas Poem

New Christmas Poem


TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF
PLASTER AND STONE.

I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE JUST WHO
IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.

I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,
A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,
NOT EVEN A TREE.

NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,
JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES
OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.

WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,
AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
A SOBER THOUGHT
CAME THROUGH MY MIND.

FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,
IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,
ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.

THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,
SILENT, ALONE,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR
IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.

THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED
A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.

WAS THIS THE HERO
OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,
THE FLOOR FOR A BED?

I REALIZED THE FAMILIES
THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS
WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.
SOON ROUND THE WORLD,
THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE
A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.

THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM
EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,
LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.

I COULDN'T HELP WONDER
HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE
IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.

THE VERY THOUGHT
BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES
AND STARTED TO CRY.

THE SOLDIER AWAKENED
AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
'SANTA DON'T CRY,
THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;

I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,
I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,
MY LIFE IS MY GOD,
MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS.'

THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER
AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,
I CONTINUED TO WEEP.

I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,
SO SILENT AND STILL
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED
FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.

I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE
ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR
SO WILLING TO FIGHT.

THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
WHISPERED, 'CARRY ON SANTA,
IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE.'

ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,
AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
'MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,!
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT.'



This poem was written by a Marine.

The following is his request. I think it is reasonable.....

PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favor of sending
this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming
soon and some credit is due to our U.S. service men and
women for our being able to celebrate these festivities.
Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we
owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and
dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. Please, do your
small part to plant this small seed

* I found this poem and the request following it, in my email box and so I pass it on to others to see as well.   San