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WITandWISDOM(tm) - October 9, 2003
I do not try to dance better than anyone else. I only try to dance better than myself. - Mikhail Baryshnikov
Source: The Funnies, http://groups.yahoo.com/group/andychaps_the-funnies
~~~~~~~ SPECIAL THOUGHTS:
I just spent a week on Anna Maria Island and when I arrived at the place we were staying we first noticed the wonderful view of snow white sand on beaches with different shades of blue water mixed with white waves meeting the shore. Sea shells were prevalent from the storms the week before and the sky was a beautiful light blue mixed with only a few cotton ball sized clouds far on the horizon.
As we entered the room, it was clean and well prepared for our stay. The furniture was all we would need and even the kitchen was stocked for us to use. The salt and pepper shakers were full, and even coffee filters and lemon fresh joy awaited our use. All we had to decide was what we wanted to eat, and if eating in or out was our choice.
The folks managing the apartments were cordial and even stopped by to see if there was anything we needed, or if there was anything they could do for us during our stay. It was wonderful and all was thoughtfully provided to make us feel at home, but there was one problem...it wasn't home.
I began to think how comfortable the bed was, but it still wasn't my bed with my pillows. And even though my wife brought her pillow, and like the bed, she too missed "her bed".
It made me think about being home. Not just my earthly home, far away in West Virginia, but my heavenly home waiting for me to arrive. As nice as everything was on the Island, and as great as family and friends were in caring for us during the week, I still wasn't home. And some day I will go home to be with the Lord, and when I do I will find not only the "Joy" and the wonderful items stocked there, but I will find the bounty of God's table and the wonderment of seeing Jesus face to face for the first time. To walk on the streets of gold so pure they are translucent and far more beautiful than snow white beaches. To see saints of old, and folks I have known along the way. But most of all to see Jesus, and sing praises to the risen Lamb...now that will be a home coming to be remembered. And when that instant comes...finally...I will be home to stay.
May God bless you twice as much as He is blessing me... and may we all have a "Home sweet home with Jesus"...
By Larry Reed, Daily Change, http://groups.msn.com/dailychange
~~~~~~~ THIS & THAT:
I was at the store the other day when the manager nabbed a shoplifter in the act. He was escorting the suspect to the office when the shoplifter broke away and tried to run.
After a scuffle, the manager pinned the guy against the wall. He looked up to see a number of surprised customers staring at him.
"It's ok, folks, everything's fine," he reassured them. "This guy just tried going through the express line with more than nine items."
Submitted by Hoover
~~~~~~~ KEEP SMILING:
My husband was bending over to tie my three-year-old's shoes. That's when I noticed my son, Ben, staring at my husband's head. He gently touched the slightly thinning spot of hair and said in a concerned voice, "Daddy, you have a hole in your head. Does it hurt?"
After a pause, I heard my husband's murmured reply: "Not physically."
Laurie Gerhardstein, Delaware, Ohio
Source: Reader's Digest, Copyright (c) July 2000, http://www.readersdigest.com/
The heliconius butterfly is one of a number of related butterflies that inhabit the American tropics. An entomologist at the University of Texas has been studying the relationship between the heliconius caterpillar and the tropical passion vines that make up its entire diet. The caterpillar won't eat anything else - it cannot survive on anything else.
The plant juices in the passion vine are poisonous to all insects but the heliconius caterpillar. These plant juices contain chemicals that, when eaten by the caterpillar, make that caterpillar taste terrible to the birds and other predators that would like to eat it. So not only is the caterpillar dependent upon the passion vine for its food, it is also dependent upon the chemicals in that food to keep it safe from the animals and birds that would prey upon it.
Source: Glimpses of God's Love by James A. Tucker and Priscilla Tucker, Copyright (c) 1983 by Review and Herald Publishing Association, http://isbn.nu/0828002169
Submitted by Nancy Simpson