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Name: Alyssa
Birthday: 3/13/1986
Gender: Female


Interests: Reading, writing, and randomly driving and listening to music. I love almost anything that has snow and friends included in it. Cooking is crazy fun. . But the thing I revel in is running through the field in my backyard in the fall or the winter while listening to Enya (or Demon Hunter) or any good music I feel like.
Expertise: not really on expertise more of an interest: People. . .I love people, plain and simple.


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Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Hello

It's been a really long time. I have another story I wanted to share with all of you.  My parents keep sending me amazing forwards. I'm really just glad God sent me amazing parents. I hope I can be half as wonderful as they have been to me someday.

Learning a lot. Trying to love. Trying to understand I will never understand.  Trying. 

How are all of you?

Peace

and as always. . . Grow toward the son!! :)

alyssa

ENJOY some ice cream. . . .

This is a wonderful story and so true.  We shuld all
remember that there is no one right way.

Saying Grace In A Restaurant
 
Last week, I took my children to a restaurant.

My six-year-old son asked if he could say grace.
 
As we bowed our heads he said, "God is good, God is
great. Thank you for the food, and I would even thank
you more if Mom gets us ice cream for dessert. And
Liberty
and justice for all! Amen!"
 
Along with the laughter from the other customers
nearby, I heard a woman remark, "That's what's wrong
with this country. Kids today don't even know how to
pray. Asking God for ice cream! Why, I never!"
 
Hearing this, my son burst into tears and asked me,
"Did I do it wrong? Is God mad at me?"
 
As I held him and assured him that he had done a
terrific job, and God was certainly not mad at him, an
elderly gentleman approached the table.
 
He winked at my son and said, "I happen to know that
God thought that was a great prayer."
 
"Really?" my son asked.
 
"Cross my heart," the man replied.
 
Then, in a theatrical whisper, he added (indicating
the woman whose remark had started this whole thing),
"Too bad she never asks God for ice cream. A little
ice cream is good for the soul sometimes."
 
Naturally, I bought my kids ice cream at the end of
the meal. My son stared at his for a moment, and then
did something I will remember the rest of my life.
 
He picked up his sundae and, without a word, walked
over and placed it in front of the woman. With a big
smile he told her, "Here, this is for you. Ice cream
is good for the soul sometimes; and my soul is good
already."


Saturday, March 03, 2007

Hello,

I share this story with you (if you want to read it) because it's pretty close to home. . . in more ways than one. . . 

     As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children an untruth. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. However, that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.

    Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he did not play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. In addition, Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers.

    At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.

   Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners ... he is a joy to be around.."

   His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his  classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."

   His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him.  He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest, and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."

   Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class."

   By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself.  She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one-quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to."

  After the children left, she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets ".

   A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

   Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in life.

   Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he had ever had in his whole life.


   Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer . . . The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.

  The story does not end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he had met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit at the wedding in the place that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. Moreover, she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together.

    They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference."

    Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you."

   For you that don't know, Teddy Stoddard is the Dr. at Iowa Methodist in Des Moines that has the Stoddard Cancer Wing.

TO LOVE . . . .

". . .God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in him. In this way, love is made complete among us . . . "~ 1 John 4:16(part)

Really, what do you think it means to love? hmmmmmmmmmm

This is Alyssa signing off. . Grow towards the Son!!:)


Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Hello,

"Seek ye first the kingdom of God. . . "

What does that mean to you?

This is Alyssa signing off. . . Grow towards the Son!!:)


Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Hello,

This town is funny. I walk to the bank and the lobby closes at 3:30.  According to the town clock (which is usually a little off) it is 3:25. I get to the door where I see a lady standing behind the door as I reach for the handle she taps on the door with the sign on it that says "Lobby Closed" So I stroll around to the drive up and stand there.  Punctual place.

Then I begin walking back and I see a friend who pulls out her ear phones at the same time I do to say hi. Technology.  Beautiful day.

Kids are running around and as I get closer to the college one kid catches my eye.  She is about a block away perpendicular and she runs for a little while like she has to get somewhere and then she stops and then runs again.  I pass that block but not without hearing start yelling "hi" and then running up to me.  She begins to talk about how the 5th graders are taking over the football field and how it was not very nice.  I inform her that she will forget it in a week, but that apparently is not the point -- she was going to figure out how to get it back.  She was going to challenge them to a game of football and whoever wins gets the field.  Then suddenly my ipod was the topic of discussion -- she had not seen one before. I showed her how to use it.  Then we parted ways. I have no idea who she is. Children.

Lastly, on my 20 min. journey I was caught in the foyer of my dorm because I did not have my key and could not think of anyone who was around that i could call.  Another person joined me from the outside. Also keyless. After talking for a bit we realized that we were pretty much had been in the same place over break.  Small world.

I guess what I"m trying to say is. . . go take a walk. . . also. . open a door  :)

"Then the two recounted what had taken place on the way and he was made known to them in the breaking of the bread." Luke 24:35

Sunsets are beautiful.  I hope to see more sunrises.  What is your favorite? or do you have one?

This is Alyssa signing off of her random post. . . Grow toward the Son!!:)

 


Sunday, January 07, 2007

Hello!

What are you going to do with your one, wild and precious life?

love

openmindedness

listening

sacrifice

embody a verb

learn

i don't really know

be

did i mention love?

"IT IS TIME" ~Mofasa :)

This is Alyssa signing off. . . . Grow toward the SON!! :)

p.s. how are you?

p.s.s. if this post made no sense. . . forgive me. I haven't posted in awhile. . my xanga communication skills are kinda rusty



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