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This page includes pictures, poems, quotes, interesting information and general miscellaneous...just for fun!

Some of my favorite pictues I've taken...

Very wet 2007 Region 6 Championships

Excerpt from The Complete Training of Horse and Rider, by Alois Podhajsky

"It is the rider who carries out the training of his horse. He must unceasingly control and observe him in order to be able to absorb and profit by every small sign of progress. A thinking rider will progress more quickly and easily than a rider who simply follows a rigid pattern. He will always have the experience of life before his eyes. There is no standing still: either he will go forward or he must go back. So with the training of the horse 'resting meand rusting'. It is by his sense of feeling that the rider will recognize progress in training... Feeling is as important to the good rider as hearing is to the musician."

One Nation Under God

Black Magic rose

A special poem I came across...

'Twas The Night Before Jesus Came
Author Unknown

'Twas the night before Jesus came
And all through the house
Not a creature was praying, not one in the house.
Their Bibles were lain on the shelf without care,
In hopes that Jesus would not come there.

The children were dressing to crawl into bed,
not once ever kneeling or bowing a head.
And Mom in her rocker with baby on her lap,
Was watching The Late Show while I took a nap.

When out of the East there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash!

When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But angels proclaiming that Jesus was here.
With a light like the sun sending forth a bright ray,
I knew in a moment that this must be The Day.

The light of His face made me cover my head;
It was Jesus! Returning just like he said.
And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth,
I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself.

In the Book of Life which He held in His hand
Was written the name of every saved man.
He spoke not a word as He searched for my name,
When He said "It's not here" my head hung in shame.

The people whose names had been written with love
He gathered to take to His Father above.
With those who were ready He rose without a sound
While all the rest were left standing around.

I fell to my knees, but it was too late;
I had waited too long and thus sealed my fate.
I stood and cried as they rose out of sight;
Oh, if only I had been ready tonight.

In the words of this poem the meaning is clear;
The coming of Jesus is drawing near.
There's only one life and when comes the last call,
We'll find that the Bible was true after all!

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Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding.

In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight.

Proverbs 3:5-6