Woo Hoo! Pat!!!  Now wouldn't that really be fun to do.  And you'd be an
early riser just for us? Wow, we're honored!   LOL!

Many lovings and squeezings for you too!!!

Vicki

----- Original Message -----
From: "Pat Ferguson" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Tuesday, June 29, 2004 8:09 AM
Subject: Re: Electrically speaking


> Vicki,
>
> I'm ready to have coffee with you and all the other early risers. I'll
even
> get up early just to have coffee with you all. lol. I'll bring the
> pasteries. lol. Woops! The bakery doesn't open until seven. lol.
>
> I'll still bring them. lol.
>
> I just love my morning coffee and a roll. lol.
>
> Many lovings and squeezings for you all.
>
> Love and Blessings,
> Pat Ferguson
>
>
> At 06:53 AM 6/29/04, you wrote:
> >Thanks Helen.  You know, I don't know if I'd really have had time to
think
> >about it, and not obey.  God was just so good as to have taken care of
me.
> >Smile.
> >
> >Wish you were over here and we could have coffee together this a.m.  We
> >could include other early risers too, like Charlie, and whoever, and we'd
> >have an echurch coffee.  Smile.  Of course we'd serve tea too and maybe
some
> >pastries.
> >
> >Blessings,
> >Vicki
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >----- Original Message -----
> >From: "Helen" <[log in to unmask]>
> >To: <[log in to unmask]>
> >Sent: Tuesday, June 29, 2004 5:38 AM
> >Subject: Re: Electrically speaking
> >
> >
> > > Good morning, Vicki and Everyone,
> > >
> > > Vicki, that is a great testimony to obedience.  So glad you and Rory
are
> >safe!
> > > Isn't the Lord wonderful in keeping His promises to us?
> > >
> > > Helen
> > >
> > >
> > > Earlier, Vicki and The Rors wrote:
> > > >I don't recall having so many night storms as we have had in the last
few
> > > >years. This particular night, I was jolted awake by a loud clap of
> >thunder
> > > >and the ever increasing sound of rain collecting on the roof top.
First
> >it
> > > >tapped on the roof gently but incessantly.   Then it opened up to a
> >steady
> > > >drone, and quickly grew in to a deluge, pounding the roof with a loud
> >roar
> > > >and drenching everything in its path.  I wondered by the size of the
> > > >droplets if it was going to turn in to hale and wreak havoc on the
> >beautiful
> > > >flowers on my patio and the large produce garden next door.  .  Rory,
my
> > > >5-year-old Yellow Labrador who has taken a sound dislike to the noisy
> > > >thunder was restless.  I knew he didn't like the sudden interruption
to
> >his
> > > >sleep anymore than I did.  I thought, however, that he might really
need
> >to
> > > >go outside to relieve himself, as he kept insisting on prancing back
and
> > > >forth to the door.  I didn't relish the thought of going out, but The
> >rain
> > > >began to let up, and I thought we could manage to slip out, take care
of
> > > >business and get back inside quickly while there appeared to be a
lull in
> > > >the action.  So I dressed, after a fashion, and took the leash from
it's
> > > >standard abode, fastened it to Rory's collar and placed my hand on
the
> >door
> > > >knob.  Just that second, the words, "don't go out there," went
through my
> > > >mind.  Then,  the next words more powerfully spoken, "do not go out
> >there."
> > > >Instantly there was a loud clap of thunder with a crack to it.  I
knew by
> > > >that sound that the lightning was close.  and I had that Erie
physical
> > > >feeling that happens when an electrical storm has just dumped a bunch
of
> > > >current in to the air.  I stood there shaking from my sandled feet to
the
> > > >top of my head, knowing that God in his infinite wisdom had just
placed
> >his
> > > >protective hand over the two of us.  The storm continued to rage,
> >however, I
> > > >found myself focusing away from the storm and onto those words still
> >ringing
> > > >in my spirit.  I was afraid.  No longer of the storm, but I feared
> > > >disobeying that protective covering I was now so keenly aware of.
Whether
> > > >those words were spoken in to my spirit and echoed through my mind,
or
> > > >whether there was a real audible voice, I'm not sure.  It really
doesn't
> > > >matter.  The results were the same.  My shaking hand released from
the
> >door
> > > >knob, I put the leash back in its place, and person and beast
returned to
> > > >their beds with the continuing steady pitter patter of rain drops on
the
> > > >roof, and the sound of thunder fading in to the distance..  Both of
us
> > > >settled down to finish our rest for the night knowing that the
Creator
> >God
> > > >still cares for his creatures, wondering if a healthy dose of fear of
> > > >disobeying the Lord in any way might not be good for all of us .