CLC - I'm A Pentecostal

I love this video. Sis. Pam

The Slap

The Cup Game

Some of my favorite songs

Cameron and Kaidynce

- Get Your Own

Trey and Kaidynce

- Get Your Own

Kaidynce and Aleigha at Thanksgiving 06

- Get Your Own

Good Morning family and friends,
I hope this finds you all doing good on this cold, frosty morning. We are doing good here in our little corner of the map. Lelia the pics of the new road were real good. I can't wait till it opens with a straight shot from Williamsonto Pikeville.....boy then we can be in Pikeville real quick. That will be the berries!

Well not much going on here this morning, it is so quiet with Trey gone, he has been at his Mamas since Monday....I miss the little monkey, Cameron misses him too. Cameron ask if we could go get him but at this time I can't get up on Adriana's hill to get him. Her hill is nothing but ice, you see she lives at the North Pole, lol!

Well I gotta fix Cameron something to eat, I just wanted to say "good morning" to each of you. Have a good weekend and go to church somewhere.

Love ya's and May God bless Pamela/Nonna

I love this story

A Beautiful Story....

The brand new pastor and his wife, newly assigned to their first ministry,to reopen a church in suburban Brooklyn , arrived in early October excited about their opportunities. When they saw their church, it was very rundown and needed much work. They set a goal to have everything done in time to have their first service on Christmas Eve.

They worked hard, repairing pews, plastering walls, painting, etc, and on December 18 were ahead of schedule and just about finished. On December19 a terrible tempest - a driving rainstorm hit the area and lasted for two days.

On the 21st, the pastor went over to the church. His heart sank when he saw that the roof had leaked, causing a large area of plaster about 20feet by 8 feet to fall off the front wall of the sanctuary just behind the pulpit, beginning about head high.

The pastor cleaned up the mess on the floor, and not knowing what else to do but postpone the Christmas Eve service, headed home. On the way he noticed that a local business was having a flea market type sale for charity so he stopped in. One of the items was a beautiful, handmade,ivory colored, crocheted tablecloth with exquisite work, fine colors and a Cross embroidered right in the center. It was just the right size to cover up the hole in the front wall. He bought it and headed back to the church.

By this time it had started to snow. An older woman running from the opposite direction was trying to catch the bus.. She missed it. The pastor invited her to wait in the warm church for the next bus 45 minutes later.She sat in a pew and paid no attention to the pastor while he got a ladder, hangers, etc., to put up the tablecloth as a wall tapestry. The pastor could hardly believe how beautiful it looked and it covered up the entire problem area.

Then he noticed the woman walking down the center aisle. Her face was like a sheet.. "Pastor," she asked, "where did you get that tablecloth?" The pastor explained. The woman asked him to check the lower right corner to see if the initials, EBG were crocheted into it there. They were. These were the initials of the woman, and she had made this tablecloth 35 years before, in Austria

The woman could hardly believe it as the pastor told how he had just gotten the Tablecloth. The woman explained that before the war she and her husband were well-to-do people in Austria When the Nazis came, she was forced to leave. Her husband was going to follow her the next week. He was captured, sent to prison and never saw her husband or her home again.

The pastor wanted to give her the tablecloth; but she made the pastor keep it for the church. The pastor insisted on driving her home, that was the least he could do.. She lived on the other side of Staten Island and was only in Brooklyn for the day for a housecleaning job.

What a wonderful service they had on Christmas Eve. The church was almost full. The music and the spirit were great. At the end of the service, the pastor and his wife greeted everyone at the door and many said that they would return. One older man, whom the pastor recognized from the neighborhood continued to sit in one of the pews and stare, and the pastor wondered why he wasn't leaving.

The man asked him where he got the tablecloth on the front wall because it was identical to one that his wife had made years ago when they lived in Austria before the war and how could there be two tablecloths so much alike.

He told the pastor how the Nazis came, how he forced his wife to flee for her safety and he was supposed to follow her, but he was arrested and put in a prison.. He never saw his wife or his home again all the 35 years in between.

The pastor asked him if he would allow him to take him for a little ride.They drove to Staten Island and to the same house where the pastor had taken the woman three days earlier.

He helped the man climb the three flights of stairs to the woman's apartment, knocked on the door and he saw the greatest Christmas reunion he could ever imagine.

True Story - submitted by Pastor Rob Reid Who says God does not work in mysterious ways.. I asked the Lord to bless you as I prayed for you today,to guide you and protect you as you go along your way. His love is always with you, His promises are true, and when we give Him all our cares you know He will see us through.

So when the road you're traveling on seems difficult at best.. Just remember I'm here praying and God will do the rest. Pass this on to those you want God to bless and don't forget to send it back to the one who asked God to bless you first.

When there is nothing left but God, that is when you find out that God is all you need.

May God bless, Sis. Pam

I'll Love You Forever

I'll Love You Forever

by Robert Munsch

A mother held her new baby and very slowly rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she held him, she sang: I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, As long as I'm living my baby you'll be.

The baby grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was two years old, and he ran all around the house. He pulled all the books off the shelves. He pulled all the food out of the refrigerator and he took his mother's watch and flushed it down the toilet.

Sometimes his mother would say, "This kid is driving me CRAZY!"But at night time, when that two-year old was quiet, she opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor,

looked up over the side of his bed; and if he was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang: I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, As long as I'm living my baby you'll be.

The little boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was nine years old. And he never wanted to come in for dinner, he never wanted to take a bath,

and when grandma visited he always said bad words. Sometimes his mother wanted to sell him to the zoo!

But at night time, when he was asleep, she opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor, looked up over the side of his bed; and if he was really asleep she picked

up that nine year old boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang:I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, As long as I'm living my baby you'll be.

The boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a teenager. He had strange friends and he wore strange clothes and he listened to strange music. Sometimes the mother felt like she was in a zoo!

But at night time, when that teenager was asleep, she opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor, looked up over the side of his bed; and if he was really asleep she picked up that great big boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

While she rocked him she sang:I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, As long as I'm living my baby you'll be.

That teenager grew. He grew and he grew and he grew.

He grew until he was a grown-up man. He left home and got a house across town.

But sometimes on dark nights the mother got into her

car and drove across town.

If all the lights in her son's house were out, she opened his bedroom window,

crawled across the floor, and looked up over the side of his bed.

If that great big man was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang:

I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, As long as I'm living

My baby you'll be.

Well, that mother, she got older. She got older and older and older. One day she called up her son and said, "You'd better come see me because I'm very old and sick."

So her son came to see her. When he came in the door she tried to sing the song. She sang:

I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always...But she couldn't finish because she was too old and too sick.

The son went to his mother. He picked her up and rocked her back and forth,

back and forth, back and forth. And he sang this song:I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, As long as I'm living my Mommy you'll be.

When the son came home that night, he stood for a long time at the top of the stairs.

Then he went into the room where his very new baby daughter was sleeping.

He picked her up in his arms and very slowly rocked her back and forth, back and forth,

back and forth. And while he rocked her he sang:

I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always,

As long as I'm living my

baby you'll be.

I bought this book when my children were little and I used to read it to them....It made me cry then and it still makes be cry whenever I read it.....