Dec 4, 2007
I don't usually do this but this story really touched me and I just HAD to post it!!
THIS IS A US POSTAL SERVICE STORY
Our dog, Abbey, died August 23,
And the day after Abbey died, my 4 year old, Meredith, was SO upset.
She wanted to write a letter to God so that God would recognize Abbey in heaven. She told me what to write, and I did. Then she put 2 pictures of Abbey in the envelope. We addressed it to God in Heaven, put two stamps on it because, as she said, it could be a long way to heaven. We put our return address on it, and I let her put it in the drop box at the post office that afternoon.
She was absolutely sure that letter would get to heaven, and I wasn't about to disillusion her. So today is Labor Day. We took the kids to the museum in Austin, and when we came home, there was a package wrapped in gold on our front porch.
It was addressed to Meredith. So... She took it inside and opened it. Inside was a book, When Your Pet Dies, by Mr. Rogers (Fred Rogers).
Inside the front cover was the letter we had written to God, in its opened envelope.
On the opposite page was one of the pictures of Abbey taped on the page. On the back page was the other picture of Abbey, and this handwritten note on pink paper:
I know that you will be happy to find out that Abbey arrived safely and soundly in heaven. Having the pictures you sent to me was a big help! I recognized Abbey right away! You know, Meredith, she isn't sick anymore.
Her spirit is here with me, just like it stays in your heart...
Young and running and playing. Abbey loved being your dog, you know.
Since we don't need our bodies in heaven, I don't have any pockets to keep things in.
So, I am sending you your beautiful letter back. With the pictures--so that you will have this little memory book to keep. One of my angels is taking care of this for me.
I hope this little book will help. Thank you for your beautiful letter.
Thank your mother for sending it. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you.
God blesses you every day and remember, I love you very much.
By the way...I am in every heart, and everywhere in the universe.
Sep 9, 2007
"I speak of faith in McDonald's as if it were a religion. And without meaning any offence to the Holy Trinity, the Koran and, or the Torah, that's exactly the way I think of it. I've often said that I believe in God, family and McDonald's - and in the office, that order is reversed."
(founder of McDonald's)
There have been some sickeningly cheesy stories circulating the many internet forums the common denominator always being Godly spiritual experiences and a McDonalds 'restaurant' (I use that term loosely).
What is going on?
Is this some new subliminal advertising on the part of the most hated fast 'food' garbage outlet on the planet? Viral advertising is the real name for it. All of these stories would sit just as fine without the McDonalds references so I must summize that it is indeed some kind of sick campaign to lure the God crowd under the Golden Arches.
Sad, sad and the even sadder thing is people are 'eating' this shit up!!! (pun intended)
I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed my college degree.
The last class I had to take was Sociology.
The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with.
Her last project of the term was called "Smile."
The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reactions.
I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say hello anyway, so, I thought this would be a piece of cake, literally.
Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I went out to McDonald's one crisp March morning.
It was just our way of sharing special playtime with our son.
We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden
everyone around us began to back away, and then even my husband did.
I did not move an inch... an overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside
of me as I turned to see why they had moved.
As I turned around I smelled a horrible "dirty body" smell, and there
standing behind me were two poor homeless men.
As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was "smiling".
His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God's Light as he searched for acceptance.
He said, "Good day" as he counted the few coins he had been clutching.
The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I realized the second man was mentally challenged and the blue-eyed gentleman was his salvation.
I held my tears as I stood there with them.
The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted.
He said, "Coffee is all Miss" because that was all they could afford.
(If they wanted to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something. He just wanted to be warm).
Then I really felt it - the compulsion was so great I almost reached out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes.
That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me, judging
my every action.
I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me two more
breakfast meals on a separate tray.
I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen as a resting spot. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue-eyed gentleman's cold hand.
He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Thank you."
I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, "I did not do this for you. God is here working through me to give you hope."
I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son. When I sat down my husband smiled at me and said, "That is why God gave you to me, Honey, to give me hope."
We held hands for a moment and at that time, we knew that only because of
the Grace that we had been given were we able to give.
We are not church goers, but we are believers.
That day showed me the pure Light of God's sweet love.
I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this story in hand .
I turned in "my project" and the instructor read it.
Then she looked up at me and said, "Can I share this?"
I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class.
She began to read and that is when I knew that we as human beings and being
part of God share this need to heal people and to be healed.
In my own way I had touched the people at McDonald's, my husband, son,
instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom on the last night I spent as a college student.
I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn:
Psalm 55:22 --- you really need to read this.
>"Friends are God's way of taking care of us."
>This was written by a of Metro Denver Hospice
>I was driving home from a meeting this evening about 5, stuck in
>Colorado Blvd., and the car started to choke and splutter and die - I
>barely managed to coast, cursing, into a gas station, glad only that I
>would not be blocking traffic and would have a somewhat warm spot to
>for the tow truck. It wouldn't even turn over. Before I could make the
>call, I saw a woman walking out of the "quickie mart" building, and it
>looked like she slipped on some ice and fell into a Gas pump, so I got
>to see if she was okay.
>When I got there, it looked more like she had been overcome by sobs
>that she had fallen; she was a young woman who looked really haggard
>dark circles under her eyes. She dropped something as I helped her up,
>I picked it up to give it to her. It was a nickel.
>At that moment, everything came into focus for me: the crying woman,
>ancient Suburban crammed full of stuff with 3 kids in the back (1 in a
>seat), and the gas pump reading $4.95.
>I asked her if she was okay and if she needed help, and she just kept
>saying " don't want my kids to see me crying," so we stood on the
>side of the pump from her car. She said she was driving to
>that things were very hard for her right now. So I asked, "And you
>praying?" That made her back away from me a little, but I assured her
>not a crazy person and said, "He heard you, and He sent me."
>I took out my card and swiped it through the card reader on the pump
>could fill up her car completely, and while it was fueling, walked to
>next door McDonald's and bought 2 big bags of food, some gift
>for more, and a big cup of coffee. She gave the food to the kids in
>car, who attacked it like wolves, and we stood by the pump eating
>talking a little.
>She told me her name, and that she lived in Kansas City Her boyfriend
>2 months ago and she had not been able to make ends meet. She knew she
>wouldn't have money to pay rent Jan 1, and finally in desperation had
>finally called her parents, with whom she had not spoken in about 5
>They lived in California and said she could come live with them and
>get on her feet there.
>So she packed up everything she owned in the car. She told the kids
>were going to California for Christmas, but not that they were going
>I gave her my gloves, a little hug and said a quick prayer with her
>safety on the road. As I was walking over to my car, she said, "So,
>like an angel or something?"
>This definitely made me cry. I said, "Sweetie, at this time of year
>are really busy, so sometimes God uses regular people."
>It was so incredible to be a part of someone else's miracle. And of
>you guessed it, when I got in my car it started right away and got me
>with no problem. I'll put it in the shop tomorrow to check, but I
>the mechanic won't find anything wrong.
>Sometimes the angels fly close enough to you that you can hear the
>of their wings...
>Psalms 55:22 "Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and He shall sustain
>shall never suffer the righteous to be moved."
>My instructions were to pick four people that I wanted God to bless,
>especially for the months in 2007, and I picked you.
>Please pass this to four people you want to be blessed and a copy back
>Here is th! e prayer :
>"Father, I ask You to bless my children, grandchildren, friends,
>and email buddies reading this right now. Show them a new revelation
>your love and power. Holy Spirit, I ask You to minister to their
>this very moment. Where there is pain, give them Your peace and mercy.
>Where there is self doubt, release a renewed confidence through Your
>In Jesus' precious name. Amen."
>I know I picked more than four -- you can, too.
>When Satan is knocking at your door, simply say, "Jesus, could You
>get that for me?"
PASS ME THE MCDONALDS SICK BAG PLEASE!!!!
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