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Lady Christie

One Safe Place Marc Cohn How many roads you’ve traveled How many dreams you’ve chased Across sand and sky and gravel Looking for one safe place Will you make a smoother landing When you break your fall from grace Into the arms of understanding Looking for one safe place Life is trial by fire And love’s the sweetest taste And I pray it lifts us higher To one safe place How many roads we’ve traveled How many dreams we’ve chased Across sand and sky and gravel Looking for one safe place

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Here's a moving "Christmas in July (of sorts)" short story, with an ironic (for me!) title: "Something to Make Happy" aka "Toothless Grin" I was doing some last-minute Christmas shopping in a toy store and decided to look at Barbie dolls for my nieces. A nicely dressed little girl was excitedly looking through the Barbie dolls as well, with a roll of money clamped tightly in her little hand. When she came upon a Barbie she liked, she would turn and ask her father if she had enough money to buy it. He usually said "yes," but she would keep looking and keep going through their ritual of "do I have enough?" As she was looking, a little boy wandered in across the aisle and started sorting through the Pokemon toys. He was dressed neatly, but in clothes that were obviously rather worn, and wearing a jacket that was probably a couple of sizes too small. He too had money in his hand, but it looked to be no more than five dollars or so at the most. He was with his father as well, and kept picking up the Pokemon video toys. Each time he picked one up and looked at his father, his father shook his head, "No." The little girl had apparently chosen her Barbie, a beautifully dressed, glamorous doll that would have been the envy of every little girl on the block. However, she had stopped and was watching the interchange between the little boy and his father. Rather dejectedly, the boy had given up on the video games and had chosen what looked like a book of stickers instead. He and his father then started walking through another aisle of the store. The little girl put her Barbie back on the shelf, and ran over to the Pokemon games. She excitedly picked up one that was lying on top of the other toys, and raced toward the check-out, after speaking with her father. I picked up my purchases and got in line behind them. Then, much to the little girl's obvious delight, the little boy and his father got in line behind me. After the toy was paid for and bagged, the little girl handed it back to the cashier and whispered something in her ear. The cashier smiled and put the package under the counter. I paid for my purchases and was rearranging things in my purse when the little boy came up to the cashier. The cashier rang up his purchases and then said, "Congratulations, you are my hundredth customer today, and you win a prize!" With that, she handed the little boy the Pokemon game, and he could only stare in disbelief. It was, he said, exactly what he had wanted! The little girl and her father had been standing at the doorway during all of this, and I saw the biggest, prettiest, toothless grin on that little girl that I have ever seen in my life. Then they walked out the door, and I followed close behind them. As I walked back to my car in amazement over what I had just witnessed, I heard the father ask his daughter why she had done that. I'll never forget what she said to him. "Daddy, didn't Nana and PawPaw want me to buy something that would make me happy?" He said, "Of course they did, honey." To which the little girl replied, "Well, I just did!" With that, she giggled and started skipping toward their car. Her toothless grin said it all. Apparently, she had decided on the answer to her own question of, "Do I have enough?" I feel very privileged to have witnessed the true spirit of Christmas in that toy store, in the form of a little girl who understands more about the reason for the season than most adults I know! (Besides "Once Upon a Christmas," this story is published in Multnomah's "Stories for a Cheerful Heart," and "Stories for the Extreme Teen's Heart." It first appeared in the internet's "Heartwarmers4U," then was published in "Chicken Soup for the Parent's Soul." In "Chicken Soup," it is titled "Something to Make Me Happy.")

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Thank you, WHO~KNEW! This song has long been my favorite. I hope others enjoy it as well. MERCY FOR THE MEMORIES by Geoff Moore and the Distance Source: Geoff Moore/Steven Curtis Chapman Psalm 103/Jeremiah 31:34 Can you hear me broken hearted All you prisoners of your past Come and find your freedom at last There is mercy for the memories That hold you in your pain Come and stand in the cleansing Of forgiving rain For as far as the eastern sky is to the west And as deep as the ocean's deepest depths Your sin has been carried by a God who forgives and forgets Come find mercy for the memories and rest All you hiding in the shadows Of innocence you've lost Come and find your healing In the shadow of the cross For as far as the eastern sky is to the west And as deep as the ocean's deepest depths Your sin has been carried by a God who forgives and forgets Come find mercy for the memories and rest Come find mercy for the memories and rest

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