
The Bulls and the Dahls!

TIM!


ady, I asked the old man if he would join us. 'No thank you. I have plenty' And he held up a brown paper bag. When I had finished the dishes, I went out on the porch to talk with him a few minutes. It didn't take a long time to see that this old man had an oversized heart crowded into that tiny body. He told me he fished for a living to support his daughter, her five children and her husband, who was hopelessly crippled from a back injury. He didn't tell it by way of complaint; in fact, every other sentence was prefaced with thanks to God for a blessing. He was grateful that no pain accompanied his disease, which was apparently a form of skin cancer. He thanked God for giving him the strength to keep going. At bedtime, we put a camp cot in the children's room for him. When I got up in the morning, the bed linens were neatly folded, and the little man was out on the porch. He refused breakfast, but just before he left for his bus, haltingly, as if asking a great favor, he said, 'Could I please come back and stay the next time I have a treatment? I won't put you out a bit. I can sleep fine in a chair.' He paused a moment and then added, 'Your children made me feel at home. Grownups are bothered by my face, but children don't seem to mind.' I told him he was welcome to come again. And on his next trip he arrived a little after seven in the morning. As a gift, he brought a big fish and a quart of the largest oysters I had ever seen. He said he had shucked them that morning before he left so that they'd be nice and fresh. I knew his bus left at 4 a.m. , and I wondered what time he had to get up in order to do this for us. In the years he came to stay overnight with us there was never a time that he did not bring us fish or oysters or vegetables from his garden. Other times we received packages in the mail, always by special delivery; fish and oysters packed in a box of fresh young spinach or kale, every leaf carefully washed. Knowing that he must walk three miles to mail these and knowing how little money he had made the gifts doubly precious. When I received these little remembrances, I often thought of a comment our next-door neighbor made after he left that first morning. 'Did you keep that awful looking man last night? I turned him away! You can lose roomers by putting up such people!' Maybe we did lose roomers once or twice But, oh! If only they could have known him, perhaps their illness would have been easier to bear. I know our family always will be grateful to have known him; from him we learned what it was to accept the bad without complaint and the good with gratitude to God. Recently I was visiting a friend who has a greenhouse. As she showed me her flowers, we came to the most beautiful one of all, a golden chrysanthemum, bursting with blooms. But to my great surprise, it was growing in an old dented, rusty bucket. I thought to myself, 'If this were my plant, I'd put it in the loveliest container I had!' My friend changed my mind. 'I ran short of pots,' she explained, 'and knowing how beautiful this one would be, I thought it wouldn't mind starting out in this old pail. It's just for a little while, till I can put it out in the garden.' She must have wondered why I laughed so delightedly, but I was imagining just such a scene in heaven. There's an especially beautiful one,' God might have said when he came to the soul of the sweet old fisherman. 'He won't mind starting in this small body.' All this happened long ago -- and now, in God's garden, how tall this lovely soul must stand. The LORD does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart.'
Happy Birthday to BIG BIRD Today!!! Did you know that March 20th is his b-day? Bet you didn't!! Did you know the person inside has to operate the bird head with is right arm!? I don't think I could keep my arm up that long! Read more HERE about Carol Spinner --the man behind the bird.![]() | Cool Slideshows |



I know someone that did this and got stiches when he put his super powers to work!!! I won't name any names...he knows who he is---he may never see this, but I thought I'd protect some innocence!! Mark wanted me to take the picture of the back of his cape!!! Ok, so the towel is old!! This is how Mark emerged after taking a bath tonight...it was too cute for words...well, it would have been better if he wasn't streaking through the house, but what else is new for him???
Inspired by my weather friend Lori!
Here's my list to do today: Make mini-bundt cakes with the girls as part of cooking class. Pay a bill or two, finish school for the day--lots of reading, Read/Listen to Little Lord Fauntleroy, Stay inside and finish alllllllll my laundry!!!
UPDATE: Bundt cakes will be postponed. Finished school, going to pay the bill right now, Read LLF, listening to ch. 6 tonight, have done four loads of laundry--still not done though.
Mark's molecular airplane!!!
Glasses!

Melissa molecular massive window!!





Water molecules!

