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Ärende: warnings from my life. .
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Date: 06-16-06 (17:18)             Number: 1598
From: GREG SEARS                   Refer#: NONE
  To: GREG SEARS                    Recvd: NO
Subj: warnings from my life. .       Conf: (58) F-FUNNY
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GS>          Greg Sears was entering F unny stuff to  George Pope
  >   Hummmmmmmm looks like this maybe a working system!!

  OBJoke: for ME

  Date: 25 Aug 99  04:23:00
  From: PATRICK LONG

LORD, THANK YOU

Lord, thank you for this sink of dirty dishes; we have plenty of food
to eat.

Thank you for this pile of dirty, stinky laundry; we have plenty of
nice clothes to wear.

And I would like to thank you, Lord, for those unmade beds; they were
so warm and comfortable last night. I know that many have no bed.

My thanks to you, Lord, for this bathroom, complete with all the
splattered mirrors, soggy, grimy towels and dirty lavatory; they are so
convenient.

Thank you for this finger smudged refrigerator that needs cleaning. It
has served us faithfully for many years. It is full of cold drinks and
enough leftovers for two or three meals.

Thank you, Lord, for this oven that absolutely must be cleaned today;
It has baked so many things over the years.

The whole family is grateful for that tall grass that we all enjoy the
yard. My kids are healthy and able to run and play.

Lord, the presence of all these chores awaiting me says  "You have
richly blessed my family."   I shall do them cheerfully and I shall do
them gratefully.

Even though I clutch my blanket and growl when the alarm rings, Thank
you, Lord, that I can hear. There are many who are deaf.

Even though I keep my eyes closed against the morning light as long  as
possible, thank you, Lord, that I can see. Many are blind.

Even though I huddle in my bed and put off rising, Thank you, Lord,
that  I have the strength to rise. There are many who
are bedridden.

Even though the first hour of my day is hectic, when socks are lost,
Toast is burned and tempers are short, my children are so loud,  Thank
you, Lord, for my family. There are many who are lonely.

Even though our breakfast table never looks like the pictures in
magazines and the menu is at  times not  balanced, There are many who
are hungry.

Even though the routine of my job is often monotonous, Thank you, Lord,
for the opportunity  to work. There are many who have no job.

Even though I grumble and bemoan my fate from day to day and wish my
circumstances were not so modest, Thank  you, Lord, for life.


Cheers,
.            o      _      _          _ From the
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