I am starting a new chapter in my life by moving back to My paradise in FL.
I might be back blogging If I can drag myself away from CafeMom,lol. BTW, that is where I have been......in case ya wanted to know.

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A young man had been to Wednesday night Bible
Study.
The Pastor had shared about listening to God and obeying the Lord's voice. The young man couldn't help but wonder, "Does God
still speak to people?"
After service he went out with some friends for coffee and pie and they discussed the message.
Several different ones talked about how God had led
them in different ways.
It was about ten o'clock when the young man started
driving home.
Sitting in his car, he just began to pray, "God..If you still
speak to people speak to me. I will listen. I will do my best to obey."
As he drove down the main street of his town, he had the strangest
thought to stop and buy a gallon of milk.
He shook his head and said out loud, "God is that
you?" He didn't get a reply and started on toward home.
But again, the thought, buy a gallon of milk.
The young man thought about Samuel and how he
didn't recognize the voice of God, and how little Samuel ran to Eli.
"Okay, God, in case that is you, I will buy the milk." It didn't seem
like too hard a test of obedience. He could always use
the milk. He stopped and purchased the gallon of milk and started off toward home.
As he passed Seventh Street , he again felt the
urge, "Turn Down that street." This is crazy he thought and drove on past the intersection.
Again, he felt that he should turn down Seventh Street . At
the next intersection,
he turned back and headed down Seventh.
Half jokingly, he said out loud, "Okay, God, I
will". He drove several blocks, when suddenly, he felt
like he should stop. He pulled over to the curb and looked around. He was in semi-commercial
area of town. It wasn't the best but it wasn't the worst
of neighborhoods either. The businesses were closed and most of the houses looked dark like the
people were already in bed.
Again, he sensed something, "Go and give the milk
to the people in the house across the street." The young man looked at the house. It was dark and it looked like the people were either gone or they were already asleep. He started to open the door and then sat back in the car seat.
"Lord, this is insane. Those people are asleep and
if I wake them up, they are going to be mad and I will look stupid." Again, he felt like he should go and give them the milk.
Finally, he opened the door, "Okay God, if this is
you, I will go to the door and I will give them the milk.If you want me to look like a crazy person, okay. I want to be obedient. I guess that will count for something but
if they don't answer right away, I am out of here." He walked across the street and rang the bell. He could hear some noise
inside. A man's voice yelled out, "Who is it? What do you want?" Then
the door opened before the young man could get away.
The man was standing there in his jeans and T-shirt. He looked like he just got out of bed. He had a strange look on his face and he didn't seem too happy to have some stranger standing on his doorstep.
"What is it?" The young man thrust out the gallon of milk, "Here,
I brought this to you." The man took the milk and rushed down a hallway.
Then from down the hall came a woman carrying the
milk toward the kitchen.
The man was following her holding a baby. The baby was crying. The man had tears streaming down his face.
The man began speaking and half crying, "We were just praying. We had
some big bills this month and we ran out of money. We didn't have any milk for our baby. I was just praying and asking God to show me
how to get some milk."
His wife in the kitchen yelled out, "I ask him to send an Angel with
some. Are you an Angel?"
The young man reached into his wallet and pulled out all the money he had on him and put in the man's hand. He turned and walked
back toward his car and the tears were streaming down his face.
He knew that God still answers prayers.
THIS IS A SIMPLE TEST....? Do you believe that God
is alive and well?
This is a true story. Sometimes it's the simplest things
that God asks us to do that cause us, if we are obedient to what He's
asking, to be able to hear His voice more clearly than ever. Please listen, and obey! It will bless you (and the world). Phil 4:13
This is an easy test, you score 100 or zero. It's your choice.
Jesus said, "If you are ashamed of me, I will be ashamed of you before my Father."
Not ashamed ? Pass this on by reading this to another or copy for someone else to read...

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Wife of Billy Graham Succumbs to Lingering Illness, Surrounded by Loved Ones at Her Deathbed

MONTREAT, N.C., June 14 /PRNewswire/ -- Mrs. Ruth Bell Graham, beloved
wife of world-renowned evangelist Billy Graham, died at 5:05 p.m. today, at
her home at Little Piney Cove in Montreat, N.C., surrounded by her husband
and all five children. She was 87. Dates and times for a family-only
interment ceremony and a public memorial service will be released when
available.
"Ruth was my life partner, and we were called by God as a team," Mr.
Graham said of his life-long marriage and ministry partner. "No one else
could have borne the load that she carried. She was a vital and integral
part of our ministry, and my work through the years would have been
impossible without her encouragement and support.
"I am so grateful to the Lord that He gave me Ruth, and especially for
these last few years we've had in the mountains together," Mr. Graham
continued. "We've rekindled the romance of our youth, and my love for her
continued to grow deeper every day. I will miss her terribly, and look
forward even more to the day I can join her in Heaven."
Mr. Graham confirmed today that his wife's final resting place will be
at the foot of a cross-shaped walkway in the Prayer Garden on the grounds
of the recently dedicated Library bearing his name adjacent to his ministry
headquarters in Charlotte. Earlier this year the Grahams agreed together
that they would be buried side-by-side at the Library, a decision made by
the two of them alone.
Ruth Bell was born June 10, 1920, in Qingjiang, Kiangsu, China, the
daughter of medical missionaries L. Nelson and Virginia Leftwich Bell. She
attended high school in Pyongyang, (now North) Korea. She first came to the
United States at the age of 7, while her parents were on furlough. She
returned to the US at the age of 17 to attend Wheaton College in Wheaton,
Ill. Shortly after his arrival on campus, she was introduced to "Preacher,"
the nickname other students gave the strapping Billy Graham from Charlotte,
North Carolina. They were married in August, 1943, following their
graduating together that June.
Between 1945 and 1958, Mrs. Graham gave birth to five children, whom
she raised - sometimes single-handedly - while her husband was away on
extended national and international evangelistic crusades. The three
daughters and two sons who survive her are all actively involved in
ministry, including eldest son Franklin, who heads the Billy Graham
Evangelistic Association (BGEA) founded by his father.
"My father would not have been what he is today if it wasn't for my
mother," Franklin said. " She stood strong for what was biblically correct
and accurate. She would help my father prepare his messages, listening with
an attentive ear, and if she saw something that wasn't right or heard
something that she felt wasn't as strong as it could be, she was a voice to
strengthen this or eliminate that. Every person needs that kind of input in
their life and she was that to my father."
In 1959, Mrs. Graham published her first book, "Our Christmas Story,"
an illustrated volume for children. She went on to write or co-author 13
other books, many of them works of poetry she wrote as an emotional release
while her husband was so often on the road through the years.
"I don't believe Mother has adequately been recognized and honored for
what she had done; because, without her, Daddy's ministry would not have
been possible," said Ruth Graham, youngest daughter - and namesake -
regarding her mother's influence and partnership in her father's ministry.
"How does one live with one of the world's most famous men?," daughter
Ruth continued. "God began training my mother for this position years ago
in China. Her parents exercised a profound effect upon the development of
her character, and laid the foundations for who she was. What she witnessed
in her family home, she practiced for herself - dependence on God in every
circumstance, love for His Word, concern for others above self, and an
indomitable spirit displayed with a smile.
"Her happiness and fulfillment did not depend on her circumstances,"
the younger Ruth concluded. "She was a lovely, beautiful and wise woman,
because early in life she made Christ her home, her purpose, her center,
her confidant, and her vision."
Mrs. Graham's significant role in Mr. Graham's ministry was recognized
in 1996, when they were jointly awarded the Congressional Gold Medal in a
special ceremony in the Capital Rotunda in Washington, which reflected a
consensus of love and support from all branches of government in
attendance.
Ruth Graham was always a vital part of Mr. Graham's evangelistic
career, and he turned to her for advice and input about many ministry
decisions. One of the early uses of media by the BGEA was the "Hour of
Decision" radio program begun in 1950, which she named. After her
upbringing in China and high school experience in Korea, she continued to
have a burden for the people of Asia. She encouraged her husband to visit
and later accompanied him during his historic visits to the People's
Republic of China.
Ruth Graham has been in frail health since suffering spinal meningitis
in 1995. That was exacerbated by a degenerative back condition that began
with a fall out of a tree while helping a grandchild fix a swing in 1974
that resulted in chronic back pain for many years. Bedridden or
wheelchair-bound since the late 1990s, Mrs. Graham wasn't able to accompany
her husband during his last few years of ministry, but was always a
continued source of inspiration and support for her him through her prayers
and wise biblical counsel.
Mrs. Graham is survived by her husband Billy: daughters, Virginia, Anne
Morrow, and Ruth Bell; sons William Franklin, III, and Nelson Edman; 19
grandchildren and numerous great-grandchildren.

Southern women appreciate their natural assets:

Classy apperance.
A winning smile.
That unforgettable Southern drawl.

Southern women know their manners:

"Yes, ma'am."
"Yes, sir."
"Why, no, Billy!"

Southern women have a distinct way with fond expressions :

"Y'all come back!"
"Well, bless your heart."
"Drop by when you can."
"How's your Momma?"

Southern women know their summer weather report:

Humidity
Humidity
Humidity

Southern women know their vacation spots:

The beach
The rivuh
The crick

Southern women know the joys of June, July, and August:

Colorful hi-heel sandals
Strapless sun dresses
Iced sweet tea with mint

Southern women know everybody's first name:

Honey
Darlin'
Shugah

Southern women know the movies that speak to their hearts:

Fried Green Tomatoes
Driving Miss Daisy
Steel Magnolias
Gone With The Wind

Southern women know their religions:

Baptist
Methodist
Football

Southern women know their country breakfasts:

Red-eye gravy
Grits
Eggs
Country ham
Mouth-watering homemade biscuits with momma's homemade jelly

Southern women know their cities dripping with Southern charm:

Chawl'stn
Chaw'late
S'vanah
Foat Wuth
N'awlins
Addlanna

Southern women know their elegant gentlemen:

Men in uniform.
Men in tuxedos
Rhett Butler

Southern girls know their prime real estate:

The Mall
The Country Club
The Beauty Salon

Southern girls know the 3 deadly sins:

Having bad hair and nails
Having bad manners
Cooking bad food

More Suthen-ism's:

Only a Southerner knows the difference between a hissie fit and a conniption fit, and that you don't "HAVE" them, you "PITCH" them.
_____

Only a Southerner knows how many fish, collard greens, turnip greens, peas, beans, etc., make up "a mess."
_____

Only a Southerner can show or point out to you the general direction of "yonder."
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Only a Southerner knows exactly how long "directly" is, . as in: "Going to town, be back directly."
_____

Even Southern babies know that "Gimme some sugar" is not a request for the white, granular, sweet substance that sits in a pretty little bowl in the middle of the table.
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All Southerners know exactly when "by and by" is. They might not use the term, but they know the concept well.
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Only a Southerner knows instinctively that the best gesture of solace for a neighbor who's got trouble is a plate of hot fried chicken and a big bowl of cold potato salad. If the neighbor's trouble is a real crisis, they also know to add a large banana puddin!
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Only Southerners grow up knowing the difference between "right near" and "a right far piece." They also know that "just down the road" can be 1 mile or 20.
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Only a Southerner, both knows and understands, the difference between a redneck, a good ol' boy, and po' white trash.
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No true Southerner would ever assume that the car with the flashing turn signal is actually going to make a turn.
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A Southerner knows that "fixin" can be used as a noun, a verb, or an adverb.
_____

Only Southerners make friends while standing in lines, ... and when we're "in line," . we talk to everybody!
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Put 100 Southerners in a room and half of them will discover they're related, even if only by marriage.
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In the South, y'all is singular, all y'all is plural.
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Southerners know grits come from corn and how to eat them.
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Every Southerner knows tomatoes with eggs, bacon, grits, and coffee are perfectly wonderful; that red eye gravy is also a breakfast food; and that fried green tomatoes are not a breakfast food.
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When you hear someone say, "Well, I caught myself lookin'," you know you are in the presence of a genuine Southerner!
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Only true Southerners say "sweet tea" and "sweet milk." Sweet tea indicates the need for sugar and lots of it -- we do not like our tea unsweetened. "Sweet milk" means you don't want buttermilk.
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And a true Southerner knows you don't scream obscenities at little old ladies who drive 30 MPH on the freeway. You just say, "Bless her heart" ... and go your own way.
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To those of you who are still a little embarrassed by your Southerness: Take two tent revivals and a dose of sausage gravy and call me in the morning. Bless your heart!
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And to those of you who are still having a hard time understanding all this Southern stuff, ... bless your hearts, I hear they are fixin' to have classes on Southernness as a second language!
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And for those that are not from the South but have lived here for a long time, all y'all need a sign to hang on y'alls front porch that reads "I ain't from the South, but I got here as fast as I could."

Southern girls know men may come and go, but friends are fahevah !

Now...... Shugah, send this to someone who was raised in the South or wish they had been!

If you're a Northern transplant, Bless your little heart, fake it. We know you got here as fast as you could!