How Do You Spell That?

I was going to post about my vacuum this morning, but I ran into another topic along the way. I didn't know how to spell vacuum. According to spell check it is spelled VACUUM. But, that doesn't look right to me. Does it look right to you? I was going to look it up in the dictionary, but imagine my shock when I realized we don't own a dictionary! How did that happen??? When I was a kid, not only did we have two or three dictionaries laying around, we had the complete set of Encyclopedias! I don't remember if my parents got them with the green stamps from the gas station, (Remember those??) or if the traveling salesman came by. (How about them guys!?!?) Maybe we just got them from a rummage sale. My brother and I would spend hours pouring over those books. For years. Our favorite part was the Human Anatomy pages. There were three or four clear plastic pages and when you turned the pages, more and more body parts would appear. It was fascinating! I am a little sad that we don't own a dictionary or a set of Encyclopedias. Landon is missing out on so much. The internet is a wonderful thing, but it's no set of Encyclopedias. With the internet, you only get to see what you ask for. When you open an Encyclopedia book you get to discover 1000's of incredible, fascinating topics. Things you didn't even know existed. It's quite the experience. So, tomorrow when I go to Wal-mart, (Yes! I'm so happy, I'm going to Wal-mart tomorrow!) you can bet I am going to buy a dictionary. Unless they don't make them anymore.

Spring Is Almost Here!!!

Spring is almost here.

We can now see the deer moving around.

Yep. Won't be long now....

Just Stay

A friend of mine sent me this email. It really touched me. I hope it touches you too.

A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside. "Your son is here," she said to the old man.
She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened. Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent.
He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement. The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile. He refused.. Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital. The clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff memebers exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients. Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night. Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse. While she did what she had to do, he waited. Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her. "Who was that man?" he asked. The nurse was startled, "He was your father," she answered. "No, he wasn't," the Marine replied.
"I never saw him before in my life."
"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?"
"I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here. When I realized that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed. I came here tonight to find a Mr. William Grey. His son was killed in Iraq, and I was sent to inform him. What was this gentleman's name?"
The nurse with tears in her eyes answered,
"Mr. William Grey."
The next time someone needs you. Just be there. Stay.
We are not human beings going through a
temporary spiritual experience.
We are spiritual beings going through a
temporary human experience.
God is so good!