<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:13:30.895-06:00</updated><category term='sheaves'/><category term='dad'/><category term='handyman'/><category term='poem'/><category term='gospel'/><category term='heaven'/><category term='ram'/><category term='thrashing'/><category term='done'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='First Blog'/><category term='whine'/><category term='Poopy'/><category term='leading'/><category term='sayings'/><category term='to be like'/><category term='new year'/><category term='sheep'/><category term='friend'/><category term='sister'/><category term='mom note book'/><category term='fence'/><category term='sin'/><category term='man'/><category term='cross'/><category term='parenthood'/><category term='trail'/><category term='grumpy'/><category term='guide'/><category term='fits'/><category term='creation'/><category term='well'/><category term='God'/><category term='cubs'/><category term='bear'/><category term='world'/><category term='waters'/><category term='Chilkoot'/><category term='laugh'/><category term='wife'/><category term='joy'/><category term='heart'/><category term='pocket'/><category term='life'/><category term='traveling'/><category term='jump'/><category term='threshing'/><category term='masterpiece'/><category term='strength'/><category term='joke'/><category term='praise'/><category term='bears'/><category term='cross roads'/><category term='horses'/><category term='loneliness'/><category term='cat'/><category term='chuck'/><category term='blower'/><title type='text'>Grampa Peter</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-7738129553464918118</id><published>2011-04-17T08:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T08:20:32.847-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Book With Legs</title><content type='html'>Everybody Needs To Know&lt;br /&gt;Who Jesus IS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, people still want to know who Jesus is&lt;br /&gt;I know we can’t pave His way with palm branches&lt;br /&gt;And we can't praise Him in person,&lt;br /&gt;But we can still honor Him every day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can tell people of the great things He has done&lt;br /&gt;And help those that are in need when ever we can (Gal. 6:2),&lt;br /&gt;We need to patiently bear insults that come our way (1 Peter 4:14-16), &lt;br /&gt;Because of the stand we take for Him each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to show love for each other, deeply (v.8). &lt;br /&gt;Being ready with an answer, always for those who ask why &lt;br /&gt;And for those onlookers who ask, “Who is Jesus?”&lt;br /&gt;Why is He so important to you, what will you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we need to let our lips praise His name&lt;br /&gt;And our lives need to express who He is&lt;br /&gt;Matching up with the holy gospel we profess;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing praise and honor to His Holy Name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let our work and virtue lights shine,&lt;br /&gt;To prove the doctrines that we stand by&lt;br /&gt;We honor God and His Holy Name &lt;br /&gt;When we call Him our Father and live like His Son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Peter C. Salmond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts from my Devotions this morning, it is important to devote some time to Him each morning, so I will remain devoted to Him all through out the day. God BLESS you today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-7738129553464918118?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/7738129553464918118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=7738129553464918118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/7738129553464918118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/7738129553464918118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/04/book-with-legs.html' title='A Book With Legs'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-6835567603248913534</id><published>2011-04-15T07:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T07:47:14.774-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Safe, In The Hollow Of His Hand</title><content type='html'>Hidden and Sheltered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidden in the hollow of His hand&lt;br /&gt;He blesses those who wait upon his care&lt;br /&gt;No foe can follow, with His command&lt;br /&gt;No, there is no traitor that can stand there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One does not need to worry of sinking sand&lt;br /&gt;No need to have a shade of care,&lt;br /&gt;For God in in control of this great land&lt;br /&gt;No need to be in a hurry for the spirit is there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are stayed upon Jehovah, safe with in His hand&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts are fully blessed without a care&lt;br /&gt;We will finding Him as He promised, and we will stand&lt;br /&gt;Having perfect peace and rest, with not a worry but a prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are safe when we put our problems in God’s hand,&lt;br /&gt;He puts His peace in hearts and souls every where&lt;br /&gt;As we follow each thing at His command&lt;br /&gt;Obedience brings God's blessing every time we go there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Peter C. Salmond&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-6835567603248913534?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/6835567603248913534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=6835567603248913534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/6835567603248913534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/6835567603248913534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/04/safe-in-hollow-of-his-hand.html' title='Safe, In The Hollow Of His Hand'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-851267650519966713</id><published>2011-04-14T06:21:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T06:39:36.479-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Life, From His Breath</title><content type='html'>We Breath, Because of the Breath Of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has our days planned, so walk in them (Ps. 139:16)&lt;br /&gt;And we exist now only because of the breath of God (Job 33:4).&lt;br /&gt;We do not know how many breaths we have left—&lt;br /&gt;We can rest in and be sure that He our Father does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God holds our future in His hands, He knows best&lt;br /&gt;And gives us every breath that we take&lt;br /&gt;Just knowing that He’s by our side, walking hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;Takes away our fear of death, and we look Heavenward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From our first breath to our last, we are in God’s care&lt;br /&gt;When we get to heaven He will be there&lt;br /&gt;We will see Him as He is, we will stand face to face&lt;br /&gt;And we will forever be with Him, oh what bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I long to see my Saviors face, with His glory all around&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-851267650519966713?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/851267650519966713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=851267650519966713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/851267650519966713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/851267650519966713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/04/our-life-from-his-breath.html' title='Our Life, From His Breath'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-938398318270368297</id><published>2011-04-13T07:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T08:01:23.087-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Ever Be Perfect</title><content type='html'>Perfection Is In Him And In Him Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 12:1-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 5:48 - Be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly Father is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can hid no wrongs from God ” (v.2). &lt;br /&gt;So, we are to reverentially fear Him,&lt;br /&gt;To ask for His grace to forsake any sin, &lt;br /&gt;And to grow as true believers should grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeast may be a blessing in the bakery,&lt;br /&gt;For it makes great tasting cakes and things&lt;br /&gt;But it can also remind us to guard against&lt;br /&gt;The permeating influence of sin in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's perfection demands that we&lt;br /&gt;Have a heart that’s pure and clean,&lt;br /&gt;For His grace unites with His holiness&lt;br /&gt;To cleanse our hearts and to make us pure within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure your sin will find you out. —Numbers 32:23&lt;br /&gt;God is everywhere and knows everything&lt;br /&gt;About you and about me, so be aware of His great LOVE&lt;br /&gt;Always remember that He is also all powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Peter C. Salmond&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-938398318270368297?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/938398318270368297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=938398318270368297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/938398318270368297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/938398318270368297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/04/can-i-ever-be-perfect.html' title='Can I Ever Be Perfect'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-1301578859492063737</id><published>2011-04-12T07:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T08:21:26.642-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs Of Warning</title><content type='html'>The Warning Signs&lt;br /&gt;Read Luke 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning, rough road ahead, slow down&lt;br /&gt;Do I see the warning, no, moving to fast&lt;br /&gt;God provided plenty of “signs” &lt;br /&gt;To show people the way to live,&lt;br /&gt;But they kept going, doing it their own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried everything but, God finally &lt;br /&gt;Seen there was only one way for man&lt;br /&gt;To be forgiven, so sent His Son as a sign (Luke 11:30),&lt;br /&gt;A sign, nailed to a cross, shedding His blood&lt;br /&gt;For you and for me, it was the only way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet so many leaders pay little attention to His warning&lt;br /&gt;The wages for sin is death, and all have sinned&lt;br /&gt;It should of been me on that cross but Jesus &lt;br /&gt;Took my place, He paid it all, dieing for me&lt;br /&gt;Through Him, I am set free to live, for Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, we can be the same way. When life is going well,&lt;br /&gt;We tend to ignore warning signs&lt;br /&gt;And that we need to turn around,&lt;br /&gt;Away from our sin, and turn to God &lt;br /&gt;And change our sinful ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s important to remember that &lt;br /&gt;We may be wrong even though life is good&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's good, because our enemy&lt;br /&gt;Knows that he already has us, so&lt;br /&gt;He does not need to make it hard for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gives us warnings to prevent us from falling&lt;br /&gt;For in time our sin will cause us to fall&lt;br /&gt;But just because we ignored the signs —and fell—&lt;br /&gt;It's not the end, for God said that if we confess our sin&lt;br /&gt;That He will remain faithful and forgive our sins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleansing from all unrighteousness and make us&lt;br /&gt;once again pure within, giving to us a brand new start.&lt;br /&gt;You can start that new  life today, if you will only&lt;br /&gt;Put your trust in Him, believing and you will be saved&lt;br /&gt;Walk with Him at all times and He will not let you fall again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Peter C. Salmond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God sends warnings to protect us, not to punish us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-1301578859492063737?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/1301578859492063737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=1301578859492063737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/1301578859492063737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/1301578859492063737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/04/signs-of-warning.html' title='Signs Of Warning'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-1142866849653499763</id><published>2011-04-11T07:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T07:47:59.867-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Penny For Your Thoughts</title><content type='html'>A Little Can Go A Long Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied, "Because you have so little faith. I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there' and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you."Matthew 17:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is a penny worth. A penny by it's self laying on the ground, to most is not worth stooping down for, and picking it up.  The poor little penny.  All alone and not worth much there all by him self. It’s easy to feel like a penny in a trillion-dollar deficit, or when someone is saving for a trip and the flights are over $2000.00 each.  You could feel like you would not make much of a difference even if you were picked up and put on the pile.  What difference could one more penny make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's look at the widows mite.  The Widow’s Offering : Mark 12:41-43&lt;br /&gt; Jesus sat down close to the place where the offering plats were sitting, and then as the ushers took the plates and passed them up and down the isles in the church, He watched the congregation as they were putting their money into the church offering plate. Many well to do business men threw in large bills and large checks. But a poor little old granny towards the back, put in two pennies, worth two cents, you may say she put in her two cents worth.  But really what was it worth?&lt;br /&gt;   After that Jesus called His disciples to him,and said to them,Truly I tell you, this poor old granny has put more into the offering plate than all the others. She has given to me all that she had, that was her last two cents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But she did it in obedience to me her Lord, when one is obedient in every circumstance and to the teaching of the word, everything adds up. If every believer, every born again Believer would be obedient and act in faith in all things that I have asked them to do, whether large or small things, it would make a big difference in the Kingdom of God. And they would see then that every penny counts when given for the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You see it matters not how large or small your gift to the Lord&lt;br /&gt;It's your faith and obedience that counts in the end you see&lt;br /&gt;Because , what really counts is in whom you trust&lt;br /&gt;In this life of uncertainty, do you trust in God, or in the almighty ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts on these verses, put into today's time and place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace of mind will follow when faith and obedience takes first place in ones life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-1142866849653499763?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/1142866849653499763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=1142866849653499763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/1142866849653499763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/1142866849653499763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/04/penny-for-your-thoughts.html' title='A Penny For Your Thoughts'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-4528760969131277971</id><published>2011-04-10T07:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T08:30:21.859-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven -</title><content type='html'>Our Final Resting Place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven will be beautiful “a pure river of water of life, &lt;br /&gt;clear as crystal” (Rev. 22:1). Flowing for you and me&lt;br /&gt;To enjoy “the glory of God,” which will illuminate heaven (21:23; 22:5)&lt;br /&gt;The glory of the Lord will shine forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven will be wonderful, and relaxing for when there&lt;br /&gt;We will enjoy a life without pain or sorrow (21:4)&lt;br /&gt;No more pain killers and no more crying, wow&lt;br /&gt;Life in heaven will be bliss with no more temptation to sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People “out of every tribe and tongue&lt;br /&gt;Hatti, The Dominican Republic, Rwanda and every people from every nation” (5:9) &lt;br /&gt;Will rejoice in praising Jesus,together, proclaiming Him&lt;br /&gt;As the worthy Lamb who died for us and rose again from the dead (5:12).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will bask in the glory of the Lord’s presence—forever.&lt;br /&gt;But not for one second will we be bored, no never&lt;br /&gt;And like Him we will be; we will see as He sees&lt;br /&gt;And we will know as He knows, no more questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ll praise Him and we’ll serve Him&lt;br /&gt;We will bow before Him worshiping at His feet&lt;br /&gt;Walking by His side, or sitting at the side of the river&lt;br /&gt;For all eternity, which is for ever. Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each person on earth has a choice as to where they will spend eternity,&lt;br /&gt;What is your choice?  To believe and follow, by your fruit they shall know you&lt;br /&gt;Or do you just believe, it says in the Bible, the devil believes and trembles,&lt;br /&gt;Just belief will not get us into heaven, we need to live what we believe. Read James 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from the book of Revelations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Peter C. Salmond&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-4528760969131277971?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/4528760969131277971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=4528760969131277971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/4528760969131277971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/4528760969131277971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/04/heaven.html' title='Heaven -'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-5350821064602592063</id><published>2011-04-04T07:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T07:46:19.857-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Victory Is Yours</title><content type='html'>On The Winning Side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sons, be strong in God's grace &lt;br /&gt;Take what you have been taught in Christ&lt;br /&gt;And teach it to others in the human race&lt;br /&gt;So they will qualify also to teach others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times there may be suffering and discrase&lt;br /&gt;Every good soldier of the cross of Christ Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Is willing to make this life sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;Staying away from worldly things for His sake.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One who runs a long distance race&lt;br /&gt;Is not victorious unless he abides by the rules&lt;br /&gt;So run the race, your opponent to face&lt;br /&gt;And you will win the victors crown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard work is good for the souls pace&lt;br /&gt;As you come in to the finish line&lt;br /&gt;You will see the Fathers pleased face&lt;br /&gt;As you have faithfully and truly ran. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflect on what I am telling you and keep pace&lt;br /&gt;And the Lord will give you insight and wisdom&lt;br /&gt;As life's struggles you will face&lt;br /&gt;So run your life always for Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Christ on your side you are always a winner in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-5350821064602592063?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/5350821064602592063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=5350821064602592063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/5350821064602592063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/5350821064602592063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/04/victory-is-yours.html' title='The Victory Is Yours'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-495683866902165417</id><published>2011-04-02T06:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T06:47:40.035-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Compassion Unbelievable but Real</title><content type='html'>The Love Of The Savior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colossians 3:12 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, as the elect of God, holy and beloved, put on tender mercies, kindness, humility, meekness, long-suffering;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compassion is an inner feeling &lt;br /&gt;Resulting in outward action. &lt;br /&gt;It should be our daily belief(Col. 3:12).&lt;br /&gt;By God’s grace, may we be known to bring relief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help us be compassionate&lt;br /&gt;Help me show love and concern&lt;br /&gt;For people in their grief;&lt;br /&gt;Letting them know that there is relief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tell them of the love of Christ,&lt;br /&gt;Of His great compassion for all&lt;br /&gt;And His grace is sufficient to all who come&lt;br /&gt;And He will bring their souls relief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True compassion is love in action&lt;br /&gt;To everyone around you&lt;br /&gt;No respecter of persons with Jesus&lt;br /&gt;For He died for all who will receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Peter C. Salmond&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-495683866902165417?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/495683866902165417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=495683866902165417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/495683866902165417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/495683866902165417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/04/compassion-unbelievable-but-real.html' title='Compassion Unbelievable but Real'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-6131539475659253742</id><published>2011-03-30T06:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T06:34:23.405-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone and Forgotten</title><content type='html'>With God All Things Are Possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sins confessed are sins forgotten;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord says to you who ask&lt;br /&gt;Your sins will be cast into the deepest sea&lt;br /&gt;To be never remembered again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look not back to yesterday—&lt;br /&gt;With its failings and its falling&lt;br /&gt;For those are now behind you&lt;br /&gt;So just keep looking ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of failure and regret;&lt;br /&gt;Once we have been forgiven &lt;br /&gt;We are then allowed to forget&lt;br /&gt;And move forward with out delay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look ahead and seek God’s way&lt;br /&gt;He will be your wilderness guide&lt;br /&gt;Leading you day by day&lt;br /&gt;So keep your eyes on your goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aim at the target, you may hit it&lt;br /&gt;And be a winner just the same&lt;br /&gt;Aim at nothing and you will hit it&lt;br /&gt;Every time without fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet without a doubt you will the looser be.&lt;br /&gt;So keep your eye on the finish line&lt;br /&gt;Keep moving ahead one step at a time&lt;br /&gt;And you will cross it and win the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let yesterday’s failures bankrupt tomorrow’s efforts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-6131539475659253742?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/6131539475659253742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=6131539475659253742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/6131539475659253742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/6131539475659253742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/03/gone-and-forgotten.html' title='Gone and Forgotten'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-3871932340007276075</id><published>2011-03-29T06:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T06:39:25.308-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching My Words</title><content type='html'>Answer Softly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Wayne, Western actor said, &lt;br /&gt;“Talk low, talk slow, &lt;br /&gt;and don’t say too much.” &lt;br /&gt;His advice is hard for me to follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words always speak quietly &lt;br /&gt;Limiting your words to a few&lt;br /&gt;Controlling your speech&lt;br /&gt;Using it as a tool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When dealing with anger&lt;br /&gt;This tool works very well&lt;br /&gt;When used in the right way&lt;br /&gt;I have a tough time using it wisely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible says be “slow to speak” (James 1:19),&lt;br /&gt;And that “a soft answer turns away wrath” (Prov. 15:1)&lt;br /&gt;Keep a guard on what you say at all times&lt;br /&gt;Out of the same mouth come praise and cursing.(James 3:10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brothers and sisters, this should not be. &lt;br /&gt;Lord, set a guard upon my mouth&lt;br /&gt;My tongue control today; it is beyond me&lt;br /&gt;Help me evaluate each thought and each word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me bite my tongue before it speaks&lt;br /&gt;And before my tongue bites me&lt;br /&gt;Before it bites another&lt;br /&gt;That may be a sister or brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Peter C. Salmond&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-3871932340007276075?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/3871932340007276075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=3871932340007276075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/3871932340007276075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/3871932340007276075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/03/watching-my-words.html' title='Watching My Words'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-8791527888221431327</id><published>2011-03-24T06:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T06:48:03.431-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sins Are Washed Away. I Am Free</title><content type='html'>Let It Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain&lt;br /&gt;Cleansing me and making me clean&lt;br /&gt;Washing away all the rotten pain &lt;br /&gt;Of days gone by, and from yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my God's kingdom awaits, no more stain&lt;br /&gt;My sins forgiven all washed away for evermore &lt;br /&gt;My mistakes will never be made again &lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll be going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Lord, I pray it will be soon, I have much to gain&lt;br /&gt;But if you choose to leave me hear a little longer&lt;br /&gt;I will do what I can to relieve a brother's pain&lt;br /&gt;As I wait My Lord for your return, to take me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While here Lord, I pray for peace and not pain&lt;br /&gt;You have promised a life fulfilled in you&lt;br /&gt;Walk with me through all the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;As you lead me my Lord I will follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it rains, give me power to overcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Peter C Salmond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Thought came from a face book friend. Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-8791527888221431327?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/8791527888221431327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=8791527888221431327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/8791527888221431327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/8791527888221431327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-sins-are-washed-away-i-am-free.html' title='My Sins Are Washed Away. I Am Free'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-1652453277944540927</id><published>2011-03-23T08:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T08:27:25.199-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Thanks In All Things</title><content type='html'>Gracias - Thank You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh give thanks for what the Lord had done&lt;br /&gt;“His deeds among the peoples” are great(v.8), &lt;br /&gt;“His wondrous works” are to wonderful for me(v.9)&lt;br /&gt;“His wonders, and the judgments of His mouth”(v.12) &lt;br /&gt;They meet my every need through the works of His hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"His “salvation” is more than I can fathom(v.35)&lt;br /&gt;I will sing unto the Lord a new song giving Him praise &lt;br /&gt;For who the Lord is: He is good, merciful, and holy (v.34-35)&lt;br /&gt;Like David, we should never grow tired of saying gracias to God&lt;br /&gt;Saying thank you for who He is and for all He’s done for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time today to offer your sacrifice of praise to Him.&lt;br /&gt;Praise, from deep within my soul, to the King of heaven,&lt;br /&gt;To His throne I bring a tribute of praise and glory&lt;br /&gt;For He has ransomed my soul and healed my sicknesses&lt;br /&gt;He has restored my life to be at peace with Him my Creator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sins are forgiven, all washed away forever more&lt;br /&gt;For evermore His praises I will sing, for He is my God&lt;br /&gt;A great and glorious God is He, I love Him &lt;br /&gt;For all that He is and for all that He has done&lt;br /&gt;For He is the Lord God almighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart filled with praise brings pleasure to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts a meditation on 1 Chron. 16: 8-36&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-1652453277944540927?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/1652453277944540927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=1652453277944540927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/1652453277944540927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/1652453277944540927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/03/giving-thanks-in-all-things.html' title='Giving Thanks In All Things'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-9041854797322696917</id><published>2011-03-22T06:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T06:41:09.847-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trials Turned Upside Down</title><content type='html'>Suffering for God’s Glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Peter 4:12–13&lt;br /&gt;12 Beloved, do not think it strange concerning the fiery trial which is to try you, as though some strange thing happened to you; 13 but rejoice nto the extent that you partake of Christ’s sufferings, that owhen His glory is revealed, you may also be glad with exceeding joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Turning Of A Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning the soil brings in air and light&lt;br /&gt;Pulling the weeds, gives plants room to grow&lt;br /&gt;Getting rid of the bad to allow good to come in&lt;br /&gt;All of this allows us to keep them in a straight row&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times we wonder what's up in our lives&lt;br /&gt;But if we are to grow we may need to lay low&lt;br /&gt;Soul turning and weed pulling, to root out the bad&lt;br /&gt;Giving a way for the good to come in to flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, if we want to see growth in our lives&lt;br /&gt;Trials may have to come our way to help us know&lt;br /&gt;The testings we’ll know, they are there to help us&lt;br /&gt;As we come out the other side we will see we did grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who bless God in their trials will see&lt;br /&gt;The blessings of God through the trials they now know&lt;br /&gt;For they came through them with a glowing light&lt;br /&gt;Praising their God for answered prayers and a new glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Peter C. Salmond&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-9041854797322696917?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/9041854797322696917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=9041854797322696917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/9041854797322696917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/9041854797322696917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/03/trials-turned-upside-down.html' title='Trials Turned Upside Down'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-2562776596496620939</id><published>2011-03-21T07:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T07:25:09.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Get It Done</title><content type='html'>Everybody, Somebody, Anybody, Nobody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there were four men named Everybody, Somebody, Anybody, and Nobody. There was an important job to be done and Everybody was asked to do it. But Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it. Anybody could have done it. But Nobody did it. Somebody got angry about it, because it was Everybody’s job. Everybody thought that Anybody could do it, and Nobody realized that Everybody wouldn’t do it. It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody and Nobody did the job that Anybody could have done in the first place. (anonymous)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-2562776596496620939?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/2562776596496620939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=2562776596496620939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/2562776596496620939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/2562776596496620939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/03/lets-get-it-done.html' title='Let&apos;s Get It Done'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-8508712408058693418</id><published>2011-03-21T06:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T07:02:55.185-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Words, Honey or Vinegar</title><content type='html'>WORDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleasant words are like a honeycomb, &lt;br /&gt;sweetness to the soul and health to the bones. —Proverbs 16:24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is power in your words that can build up &lt;br /&gt;Or there can be weight in your word that tear down&lt;br /&gt;So do you have words of encouragement and blessing&lt;br /&gt;Or do you have words of discouragement, causing a frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create a big smile that will last for a mile&lt;br /&gt;Or you can produce a sad face, all around&lt;br /&gt;But if we practice encouraging others always&lt;br /&gt;You will have smiles all around you  grown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in all your contacts with people each day,&lt;br /&gt;Seek to create a smile and not a frown&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to encourage in all that you say&lt;br /&gt;And you will be on your way up and not down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gentle word of compliment falls lightly&lt;br /&gt;On a soul that is burdened and frail&lt;br /&gt;But it carries great weight in lifting them up&lt;br /&gt;Helping to carry the load they entail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-8508712408058693418?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/8508712408058693418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=8508712408058693418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/8508712408058693418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/8508712408058693418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/03/your-words-honey-or-vinegar.html' title='Your Words, Honey or Vinegar'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-4368269032309062389</id><published>2011-03-20T07:07:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T07:37:51.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stones In Our Lives</title><content type='html'>The Stones Along Our Journey &lt;br /&gt;Joshua 3 and 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have seen God’s faithfulness throughout the years,&lt;br /&gt;He has walked with us, and lead us along the way&lt;br /&gt;He has been one with us in our times of joys and tears&lt;br /&gt;Binding us together as one helping us walk side by side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many times the Lord has helped us through our fears&lt;br /&gt;When we had nothing else but God and each other&lt;br /&gt;He carried us along wiping away our tears&lt;br /&gt;He has answered prayer and given us the strength to carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To walk in His way, as others sent up their cheers&lt;br /&gt;They Remember God’s goodness through out all of those years&lt;br /&gt;So when things again get tough they will be a cure for doubt&lt;br /&gt;And we will give God the glory for all of our friends and peers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That have walked with us, prayed with us, cried with us, and cared&lt;br /&gt;For when things go wrong, they pray and we give it the gears.&lt;br /&gt;Giving our all for the Lords cause, in all that we do for Him&lt;br /&gt;When all is finished, we're heaven bound at the end of our careers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO GOD BE THE GLORY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Peter C. Salmond&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-4368269032309062389?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/4368269032309062389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=4368269032309062389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/4368269032309062389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/4368269032309062389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/03/stones-in-our-lives.html' title='The Stones In Our Lives'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-473186365598487768</id><published>2011-03-18T07:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T07:55:39.095-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Victorious Over Anger</title><content type='html'>Victory In The Making&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wrath tends to be all pay back&lt;br /&gt;God’s wrath is righteous anger &lt;br /&gt;Softened by His grace and mercy.&lt;br /&gt;His wrath can be His relentless love&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It brings evil men to repentance and faith. &lt;br /&gt;We must not take things into our own hands &lt;br /&gt;‘Vengeance is Mine, I will repay,’ says the Lord . . . . &lt;br /&gt;Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rom. 12:19,21).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This must come from the heart, &lt;br /&gt;From the place where our lives flow.&lt;br /&gt;We need to get rid of our anger &lt;br /&gt;And wait patiently for the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help me not to get even&lt;br /&gt;When someone does me wrong&lt;br /&gt;Instead, give me strength and faith&lt;br /&gt;To love others and do what’s good and right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my revenge is restrained&lt;br /&gt;The battle is over and I have won &lt;br /&gt;Then I have a victory gained&lt;br /&gt;And I may have gained a new friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-473186365598487768?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/473186365598487768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=473186365598487768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/473186365598487768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/473186365598487768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/03/victorious-over-anger.html' title='Victorious Over Anger'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-2567322417320239936</id><published>2011-03-17T06:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T06:59:20.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be Or Not To Be</title><content type='html'>Is It Really Worth It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prov. 15:18 A hot-tempered person stirs up conflict, but the one who is patient calms a quarrel.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing ones temper causes a lot of trouble, but staying calm settles arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stand before every conflict that flares up in your life with two containers in your hands.  One is filled with gasoline the other is filled with water.  Now, you can by what you say, keep the anger fire burning.  Or you can by what you say,put it out.  Which do you use most, gas or water? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eph. 4:2  -Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Be humble and gentle, be patient with each other, making allowance for each others faults because of your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends are not perfect.  The people at work are not perfect.  Your kids are not perfect.  Your spouse is not perfect.  You are not perfect either.  So lighten up! Whose faults bother you more yours or others and Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy as I read these it is something I have to keep in mind all the time.  I often think of James chapter 3 at times like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-2567322417320239936?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/2567322417320239936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=2567322417320239936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/2567322417320239936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/2567322417320239936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-be-or-not-to-be.html' title='To Be Or Not To Be'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-3228473401223900978</id><published>2011-03-16T06:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T06:30:15.605-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PRAYER, Pray Always</title><content type='html'>God Answers Prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how my prayers will be answered&lt;br /&gt;But I do know that God answers prayer&lt;br /&gt;He loves to give great things to His children&lt;br /&gt;But He likes them to politely ask.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;It may be yes, and the answer comes right away&lt;br /&gt;It may be no, with a final tone on that note&lt;br /&gt;Or it may be grow, wait and pray some more&lt;br /&gt;Your timings not quit right, you need to wait a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it because I leave my prayers with Him,&lt;br /&gt;His will is wiser than mine and His thoughts better&lt;br /&gt;He knows what is best for me, now and in the future&lt;br /&gt;God’s answers to our prayers may surprise us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His may exceed our expectations, and be beyond our wildest dreams&lt;br /&gt;I am just so very, very thankful that God answers prayer.&lt;br /&gt;He never gets tired of me coming to Him in prayer at any time &lt;br /&gt;It helps when I come humbly on bended knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God loves a humble servant, willing and ready to obey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Peter C. Salmond&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-3228473401223900978?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/3228473401223900978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=3228473401223900978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/3228473401223900978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/3228473401223900978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/03/prayer-pray-always.html' title='PRAYER, Pray Always'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-117003280091450941</id><published>2011-03-15T06:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T07:07:05.449-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Rich or Not</title><content type='html'>Rich, Only In Our Own Minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rev. 3: 14-22&lt;br /&gt;Many Christians are in an Eden, created by their own hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have every precious stone adorning them, ruby, topaz and emerald,&lt;br /&gt;chrysolite, onyx and jasper,sapphire, turquoise and beryl.&lt;br /&gt;Your settings and mountings were made of gold; on the day you were created they were prepared and made.  Yet they are not happy, and are not at peace.  We need to be on guard.  That we don't make the Eden of God into our own Eden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s not make the Laodicean mistake. Instead, let’s keep our perspective right about what it means to be rich. True wealth is not measured by what you have but by who you are in Christ.  They thought they were rich. But Jesus had a different perspective. In spite of their material prosperity, He saw that they were “wretched, miserable, poor, blind, and naked” (Rev. 3:17). So He invited them to become truly rich by seeking what only He could provide: purity, character, righteousness, and wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we follow Christ's example, we’re rich beyond belief,&lt;br /&gt;With wealth the world cannot see; and yet they seek after it,&lt;br /&gt;We have new strength and character, that only God can give to us&lt;br /&gt;New righteousness and purity, freedom from guilt and shame.&lt;br /&gt;Free to follow Jesus and walk in His footsteps each day&lt;br /&gt;Helping everyone we meet along life's way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poorest person is he whose only wealth is money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-117003280091450941?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/117003280091450941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=117003280091450941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/117003280091450941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/117003280091450941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/03/really-rich-or-not.html' title='Really Rich or Not'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-4592000676691466782</id><published>2011-03-14T06:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T07:45:05.804-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuffits</title><content type='html'>We have so many things, we cleaned the house to get it ready for sale, and the house still has enough stuff in it so that we can easily live and the garage is half full.  So we will have a lot of things for sale over the next couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a partial list of the big things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVING SALE&lt;br /&gt;Call&lt;br /&gt;1-306-763-3025&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 larger wooden Office Desk and chair, (60W, 30D, 29H)– $100.00 OBO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Metal -wood topped (54W, 24D, 29H) L shaped (30W, 18D, 26H)&lt;br /&gt; office desk and chair - $125.00 OBO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 computer desk , (44W, 21D, 27 &amp; 34H) - $25.00 OBO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Computer Desk black (24W, 25D, 33H with 6” higher back) $30.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Students desk – 6 drawer- (48W, 17.5D, 30H)  $30.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Antique Mirror - (24W,34H) $20.00 OBO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Entertainment Unit - (36W, 20.5D, 67H) $125.00 OBO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Antique Buffet -(44W, 17.5D, 40H)  $400.00 OBO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Book shelves&lt;br /&gt;1 wicker shelf – White (19W, 12D, 57H) $10.00&lt;br /&gt;1 Wooden stained - (37W, 8D, 61H) $10.00&lt;br /&gt;1 wooden stained desk shelf, two sided - (57W, 10D, 46H) $25.00&lt;br /&gt;2 wooden plain particle board – (37.5W, 8D, 74.5H) $25.00 each non-painted&lt;br /&gt;2 metal shelves – (29W, 12D, 59H) $10.00&lt;br /&gt;1 Large brown -(30W, 20D, 44H) $50.00&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;1 Full Set of Encyclopaedia Britannica in original shelf $100.00 OBO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 double bookcase headboard bed frame no mattress and bedside table – $25.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 single bed no mattress $20.00 each OBO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 bunk bed with mattresses – $150.00 OBO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 dressers - &lt;br /&gt; 7 drawer - (24W, 18D, 50H) $50.00 (very nice dresser)&lt;br /&gt; 4 drawer - (45W, 19.5D, 39H) $50.00&lt;br /&gt;White started to refinish - $10.00&lt;br /&gt; 4 drawer antique - (34W, 16D, 47H) refinished $250.00 (I refinished it, and it turned out very nice)  &lt;br /&gt;4 storage cupboards -&lt;br /&gt;1 White Bathroom vanity- (24W, 9D, 29H) $20.00 OBO&lt;br /&gt;1 White Bathroom vanity - (24W, 12D, 31.5H) $20.00 ) OBO&lt;br /&gt;1 White laundry Cabinet- (24W, 16D, 60H) $25.00 OBO&lt;br /&gt;1 brown wood Sewing Cabinet  - (36W, 20D, 30.5H)&lt;br /&gt; without the 6.5 in leg- legs included - $20.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 micro-wave stand - $10.00 OBO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Antique wooden chair – came out of a grain elevator office – $50.00 OBO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work bench - $50.00 OBO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheel borrow $50.00 OBO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Many small items to many to name&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-4592000676691466782?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/4592000676691466782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=4592000676691466782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/4592000676691466782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/4592000676691466782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/03/stuffits.html' title='Stuffits'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-7312435545472908709</id><published>2011-03-13T07:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T07:44:14.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOD, FOOD, FOOD</title><content type='html'>FOOD THAT FEEDS THE SOUL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need FOOD to sustain my physical body, &lt;br /&gt;I also need FOOD for my spiritual one.&lt;br /&gt;God’s Word is “sweeter, than honey and the honeycomb” (Ps. 19:10) &lt;br /&gt;It feeds my soul and makes me whole (v.7) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's word provides me with nourishment &lt;br /&gt;And it gives to me energy for my spiritual walk&lt;br /&gt;So I must take time to feed on it daily&lt;br /&gt;So that I will grow, grow, grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supplying spiritual strength from day to day&lt;br /&gt;It teaches me what I need to know for me&lt;br /&gt;To share that love with others where ever I go&lt;br /&gt;This is His will, so He feeds me through His word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The testimony of the Lord is sure, making wise the simple.&lt;br /&gt;—Psalm 19:7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be me, just a simple man&lt;br /&gt;Seeking to do the will of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Striving to obey His commands&lt;br /&gt;Walking in the footsteps of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I fall short the Lord is always there &lt;br /&gt;I reach out to Him and He makes things right&lt;br /&gt;He gives me strength for another step along the way&lt;br /&gt;Says study and read for I approve of you this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Peter C. Salmond&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-7312435545472908709?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/7312435545472908709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=7312435545472908709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/7312435545472908709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/7312435545472908709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/03/food-food-food.html' title='FOOD, FOOD, FOOD'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-6326558689713747105</id><published>2011-03-12T07:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T19:07:32.779-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The View From The Mountain Top</title><content type='html'>Get A Clear View&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tucked into the passage known as the Beatitudes, Jesus said: “Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God” (Matt. 5:8). This is not just for the few who try to achieve it, but for all who will humbly receive it. To have a heart that is clean in God’s eyes, we need to accept the Father’s pardon through Christ His Son. “If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse [purify] us from all unrighteousness” (1 John 1:9).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mountain Top View&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mountaintop is a great place to see the stars,&lt;br /&gt;To get a great view of the God's heavens&lt;br /&gt;To feel closer to Jupiter and Mars&lt;br /&gt;One just feels closer to his creator God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to clearly see God requires a change of heart.&lt;br /&gt;By faith in God I have a clearer vision of Him&lt;br /&gt;His blessed word gives me a rich new start&lt;br /&gt;Giving me a clear vision of  my creator God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I come down from the mountain top part&lt;br /&gt;I need to keep looking up, to the one &lt;br /&gt;Who created it all, putting the view off the chart&lt;br /&gt;For He is the Great Creator God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I have eyes that are a distorted art&lt;br /&gt;By themselves they cannot see the beauty&lt;br /&gt;On tell up on the mountain top I see His art&lt;br /&gt;From there I treasure the heavenly view&lt;br /&gt;By Peter C. Salmond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, to get a clear view of God, focus on Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from my thoughts on the ODB Devotional&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-6326558689713747105?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/6326558689713747105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=6326558689713747105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/6326558689713747105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/6326558689713747105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/03/veiw-from-mountain-top.html' title='The View From The Mountain Top'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-1934332478165397224</id><published>2011-03-11T06:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T06:30:23.924-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings</title><content type='html'>Blessings  Overflowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must not forget all his blessings&lt;br /&gt;Jesus forgives all your sins, and casts&lt;br /&gt;Them into the deepest sea, they are forever gone&lt;br /&gt;He also can heal all diseases, and broken hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who redeemed my life from the pit&lt;br /&gt;Picked me up when I fell down&lt;br /&gt;Then He fills ones life with love &lt;br /&gt;And compassion comes flowing down to all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He satisfies my desires with good things&lt;br /&gt;From up above, meeting all of my needs&lt;br /&gt;So that my youth is renewed, He makes me strong&lt;br /&gt;I fly like on the eagle’s wings, and sore to new heights&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Loaded with benefits daily, I am&lt;br /&gt;Coming down from the Father of all love;&lt;br /&gt;His mercy and grace unending&lt;br /&gt;And His blessings abounding anew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His gifts He gives to me, His marvelous &lt;br /&gt;And wonderful, amazing, unending love&lt;br /&gt;As I add up my blessings they multiply &lt;br /&gt;And my joy overflows and comes spilling out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what JOY fills my soul as I worship HIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Peter C. Salmond&lt;br /&gt;Based on Psalm 103&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-1934332478165397224?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/1934332478165397224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=1934332478165397224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/1934332478165397224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/1934332478165397224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/03/blessings.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-2829724491903194899</id><published>2011-03-10T06:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T06:56:23.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PRAYER</title><content type='html'>A Little Prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the way that man can talk to God&lt;br /&gt;Communing as friend with friend  &lt;br /&gt;A way for a heart to be thankful,&lt;br /&gt;Thanking the Lord, for all things &lt;br /&gt;For all things come from Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song birds sing a new song &lt;br /&gt;Each morning as the sun is rising&lt;br /&gt;As the petals of the rose open &lt;br /&gt;To the light of the sun in a new day&lt;br /&gt;Placed in this world by our Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy summer clouds dot the sky&lt;br /&gt;Happily floating across the blue&lt;br /&gt;Telling of His splendor in the day&lt;br /&gt;Passing by the face of the sun&lt;br /&gt;To cool and make pleasure array&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blossoms spring forth in splendor&lt;br /&gt;As the perfume of April blows on the wind&lt;br /&gt;New birth springs forth everywhere on the earth&lt;br /&gt;The withered grass is replaced by the new&lt;br /&gt;Green shuts, shutting up to meet the warm sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring turns into summer, as the fruit begins to form&lt;br /&gt;The Lords production plant is spinning on the big wheel&lt;br /&gt;As the food supplies grow, to meet our stomachs need&lt;br /&gt;For the Lord has promised to meet our every need&lt;br /&gt;We give thanks to the Lord, for all things come from Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bronze wheat a-shimmer, purple shade of trees &lt;br /&gt;The apples they turn to crimson red&lt;br /&gt;From a pretty shade of green and gold&lt;br /&gt;The harvest is on its way, the seed sixty fold &lt;br /&gt;Let us be thankful, our Lord of Life, for all of these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise For The Simple Things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord help us give praise, for simple sights; -&lt;br /&gt;The blue smoke curling from the cowboys fire&lt;br /&gt;For the stars sparkling all through the night,&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the birds take flight, as one approaches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dew drops on the flower petals &lt;br /&gt;Sparkling in the morning sun,&lt;br /&gt;For the mountains grand, on the horizon&lt;br /&gt;Dawning snow caps against a clear blue sky&lt;br /&gt;For simple sights let us give praise, Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us be grateful, God, for good health&lt;br /&gt;That we have another day to do a good deed&lt;br /&gt;For faith to follow you, thankful for a conscience clean,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the desire to worship you and for the gift of prayer;&lt;br /&gt;For giving to us worth by putting a part of you in there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us be grateful, God, with humble heart.&lt;br /&gt;Help us come on bended knee to you in prayer&lt;br /&gt;Each day being thankful for all of the little things&lt;br /&gt;That you give and do for us each day&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful Lord that you are always there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-2829724491903194899?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/2829724491903194899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=2829724491903194899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/2829724491903194899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/2829724491903194899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/03/prayer.html' title='PRAYER'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-7682910196650217819</id><published>2011-03-09T07:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T07:15:47.315-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking On a Journey</title><content type='html'>The Journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex. 3: 8 So I have come down to deliver them out of the hand of the Egyptians (Hatiites), and to bring them up from that land to a good and large land, to a land flowing with milk and honey, to the place of the Canaanites(Canadianites) and the Hittites and the Amorites and the Perizzites and the ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, it sometimes seems as if we are wandering in circles. &lt;br /&gt;We feel lost. We want to ask God, “Are we there yet? &lt;br /&gt;How much longer?” At such times, it helps to remember&lt;br /&gt;That the journey, not just the destination, is important to God. &lt;br /&gt;He uses it to humble us, test us, and show us what is in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All God’s testings have a purpose—What might that purpose be?&lt;br /&gt;Someday you will see the light; and will understand the journey.&lt;br /&gt;All He asks is that you trust Him, walk with Him and learn from Him &lt;br /&gt;Walk by faith and not by sight, many times the end is not as we see it&lt;br /&gt;Many times if we could see the end we would not even take the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the journey we are taken on, not just the destination we have in mind, that’s important.  So what can we learn along the way and who else can we help as we make the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking of the incredible journey my little sister has been on with her family, in showing compassion and love to the children God is entrusting to them.  My prayers are with them as they face new challenges every day.  Yesterday was just another bump in the road.  We are praying for all of you. God will work it all out in His time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter's thoughts from his devo's this morning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-7682910196650217819?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/7682910196650217819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=7682910196650217819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/7682910196650217819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/7682910196650217819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/03/walking-on-journey.html' title='Walking On a Journey'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-4667306452654831302</id><published>2011-03-08T06:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T06:35:37.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Things With Big Results</title><content type='html'>John 6:9  “There is a lad here who has five barley loaves and two small fish, but what are they among so many?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Small, Don't Even think It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may think your small and insignificant&lt;br /&gt;Thinking you don’t have much to offer, &lt;br /&gt;All though in God's eyes a valuable person&lt;br /&gt;Some day you may become a great author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What may seem like hum-drum and mundane, &lt;br /&gt;Brings peace of mind to someone you serve&lt;br /&gt;You may just be the one that they needed&lt;br /&gt;To bring their life around the next curve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What may seem to you like just routine,&lt;br /&gt;Could mean to someone a life line&lt;br /&gt;As you faithfully do your job &lt;br /&gt;God called you to do it, to be a sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you think your to small&lt;br /&gt;To be of any use to your God&lt;br /&gt;You may just be in the right place at the right time&lt;br /&gt;So when someone is blessed, don't think it odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We who are small are often used by God to show&lt;br /&gt;His power over all that He does upon this earth&lt;br /&gt;Showing His great love for all mankind&lt;br /&gt;Giving to all the opportunity for new birth.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;God uses small people to accomplish great things&lt;br /&gt;In His great kingdom, both here and beyond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Peter C. Salmond&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-4667306452654831302?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/4667306452654831302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=4667306452654831302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/4667306452654831302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/4667306452654831302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/03/small-things-with-big-results.html' title='Small Things With Big Results'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-4703400468591755216</id><published>2011-03-07T06:46:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T06:41:54.449-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Put Others First</title><content type='html'>DON"T DISTRACT ME NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't distract a cook mixing a sauce,&lt;br /&gt;It may be to strong in the end&lt;br /&gt;He must forget himself and concentrate&lt;br /&gt;On the amounts of ingredients and the cost &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't distract a surgeon making an incision,&lt;br /&gt;The incision may get to long, that would not be good&lt;br /&gt;He must forget himself and concentrate on the job at hand&lt;br /&gt;Or it could mean life or death for the patient under his command&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Don't distract a clerk completing bill of lading.&lt;br /&gt;Your items that you were counting on may get missed&lt;br /&gt;Not being delivered to the place they were to be&lt;br /&gt;Thus not completing the transactions intended&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All of these folks “wear the same rapt expression,&lt;br /&gt;When forgetting themselves in a function.”&lt;br /&gt;They have one thing on their mind&lt;br /&gt;The job and person in whom they are serving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not want to here an opps and a sigh&lt;br /&gt;With a strained look upon their face&lt;br /&gt;That would not be good in the least&lt;br /&gt;We want them to forget about themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting the other guy first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 2:3-4&lt;br /&gt;“Let nothing be done through selfish ambition or conceit, but in lowliness of mind let each esteem others better than himself. Let each of you look out . . . for the interests of others.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I’m listening to a friend, &lt;br /&gt;I need to remind myself to focus on him, &lt;br /&gt;Not to begin wondering how I look, &lt;br /&gt;What he thinks of me, what I should say next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s put others first by listening in rapt attention, &lt;br /&gt;Concentrating on the one in front of us, forgetting ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;When we hold our tongues and listen, that is good for them&lt;br /&gt;We communicate our care;For an open ear speaks volumes&lt;br /&gt;To a heart that’s in despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen it may be the most loving thing you do for your friend on this day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-4703400468591755216?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/4703400468591755216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=4703400468591755216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/4703400468591755216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/4703400468591755216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/03/dont-distract-me-now-dont-distract-cook.html' title='Put Others First'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-9159241839475922553</id><published>2011-03-06T05:50:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T06:34:06.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art Gallery Opened and God's Glory Came Forth</title><content type='html'>Paul declared,in Rom.1:20 “His invisible attributes are clearly seen.” Those who have the witness of creation are “without excuse".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Why? On the flannelgraph of God’s creation, we see God’s order and design. We see His power and glory. This should lead us to worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“O Lord, our Lord, how excellent is Your name in all the earth!” (Ps. 8:1).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Devotion To God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God spoke with words of great power when He created the world&lt;br /&gt;He spoke and the heaven's rolled out His glory across the horizon&lt;br /&gt;Causing us to worship Him each time we see a sunrise or sunset&lt;br /&gt;These great handy works of God bring Him glory every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bring honor and worship in His name each moment as &lt;br /&gt;They are displayed across our eastern and western skies&lt;br /&gt;We sit in awe and watch as the colors change, as God&lt;br /&gt;With paintbrush in hand creates a master peace for all to see.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At times I have sat and watched our God at work in nature&lt;br /&gt;And that was my heartfelt devotions to Him&lt;br /&gt;Proclaiming to Him the glory His creation was drawing&lt;br /&gt;From deep with in my soul, welling up from my inner parts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the sky is His canvas on which He paints&lt;br /&gt;God paints His character, reveled for every eye to see&lt;br /&gt;No one has an excuse,not to believe in the God of Creation&lt;br /&gt;After sitting and experiencing one of His sunrises or sunsets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Peter C. Salmond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just listen to and read Psalm 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heavens declare the glory of God;&lt;br /&gt;The skies proclaim the work of his hands.&lt;br /&gt;Day after day they pour forth speech;&lt;br /&gt;Night after night they reveal knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have no speech, they use no words;&lt;br /&gt;No sound is heard from them.&lt;br /&gt;Yet their voice goes out into all the earth,&lt;br /&gt;Their words to the ends of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the heavens God has pitched a tent for the sun.&lt;br /&gt;It is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber,&lt;br /&gt;Like a champion rejoicing to run his course.&lt;br /&gt;It rises at one end of the heavens&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;And makes its circuit to the other;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is deprived of its warmth.&lt;br /&gt;The law of the LORD is perfect,&lt;br /&gt;Refreshing the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The statutes of the LORD are trustworthy,&lt;br /&gt;Making wise the simple.&lt;br /&gt;The precepts of the LORD are right,&lt;br /&gt;Giving joy to the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The commands of the LORD are radiant, &lt;br /&gt;Giving light to the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;The fear of the LORD is pure,e&lt;br /&gt;Enduring forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The decrees of the LORD are firm,&lt;br /&gt;And all of them are righteous.&lt;br /&gt;They are more precious than gold,&lt;br /&gt;Than much pure gold;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are sweeter than honey,&lt;br /&gt;Than honey from the honeycomb.&lt;br /&gt;By them your servant is warned;&lt;br /&gt;In keeping them there is great reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who can discern their own errors? &lt;br /&gt;Forgive my hidden faults.&lt;br /&gt;Keep your servant also from willful sins;&lt;br /&gt;May they not rule over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I will be blameless,innocent of great transgression.&lt;br /&gt;May these words of my mouth and this meditation of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Be pleasing in your sight,&lt;br /&gt;LORD, my Rock and my Redeemer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS THE WORDS OF THE LORD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-9159241839475922553?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/9159241839475922553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=9159241839475922553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/9159241839475922553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/9159241839475922553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/03/art-gallery-opened-and-gods-glory-came.html' title='The Art Gallery Opened and God&apos;s Glory Came Forth'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-1819369316431128708</id><published>2011-03-04T08:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T08:12:53.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Coming Again</title><content type='html'>Acts 1:7–11&lt;br /&gt;And He said to them, “It is not for you to know times &lt;br /&gt;or seasons which the Father has put in His own authority.&lt;br /&gt;But you shall receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you;&lt;br /&gt;and you shall be witnesses to Me in Jerusalem, and in all Judea&lt;br /&gt;and Samaria, and to the end of the earth.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Ascends to Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when He had spoken these things, while they watched, &lt;br /&gt;He was taken up, and a cloud received Him out of their sight. &lt;br /&gt;And while they looked steadfastly toward heaven as He went up, &lt;br /&gt;behold, two men stood by them in white apparel, who also said, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Men of Galilee, why do you stand gazing up into heaven? &lt;br /&gt;This same Jesus, who was taken up from you into heaven, &lt;br /&gt;will so come in like manner as you saw Him go into heaven.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Said it. I Believe It, And That Settles It&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He is coming again Oh, the rapture of that day&lt;br /&gt;I will get to see Him and behold His lovely face,&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I love Him, I will tell Him how much I love Him,&lt;br /&gt;He died to save me, save me by His amazing grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ is coming of that I am sure—perhaps today!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow, the exact time I am not sure&lt;br /&gt;But He said He would come again, to take me home&lt;br /&gt;He has never broken a promise yet, so why would this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not be true, He will come again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-1819369316431128708?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/1819369316431128708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=1819369316431128708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/1819369316431128708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/1819369316431128708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/03/hes-coming-again.html' title='He&apos;s Coming Again'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-4009371214144462913</id><published>2011-03-03T07:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T07:51:56.964-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Step Of Faith</title><content type='html'>Discipleship Walking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In faith step into the water, He will take care of the depth&lt;br /&gt;In faith walk on water, He will give you the place to put your feet&lt;br /&gt;In faith put one foot in front of the other He will lead the way&lt;br /&gt;When we know God is leading, all He asks is that we follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often He takes us to places, beyond our imagination&lt;br /&gt;Yes, places  where we thought we would never be&lt;br /&gt;Even when the storms of life blow us off track&lt;br /&gt;Still we will follow You along life's road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help me to get relaxed and comfortable in you&lt;br /&gt;In my relationship with you, I want to be resting&lt;br /&gt;Then I will no longer be comfortable just sitting in a pew&lt;br /&gt;But rather being busy going and being a witness for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So am I willing to step into the water, of this life&lt;br /&gt;Am I willing to disciple a new or younger brother&lt;br /&gt;Helping them grow and learn how to walk, with strife&lt;br /&gt;Teaching them how to talk and how to lead another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through all of this you are never alone, Jesus is there for you&lt;br /&gt;As you let your friend and brother believe in you as well&lt;br /&gt;That you will be there for them through thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;They will always have the Lord and they will have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Peter C. Salmond&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-4009371214144462913?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/4009371214144462913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=4009371214144462913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/4009371214144462913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/4009371214144462913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/03/step-of-faith.html' title='A Step Of Faith'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-452258765675773868</id><published>2011-03-02T06:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T07:03:19.192-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Forward and Upward</title><content type='html'>As we move towards putting our home on the market asking God for His blessing and favor on having it sold before the biggest move of our lives.  I have many different emotions moving through me, and yet I know everything I have is His, for it is because of Him that we have been blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not know for sure what lies ahead of us, but we are willing to take one step at a time as He lights our path.  I now have 3-4 months before I go back to school, who would have thought it, me going back to school at 55 years old.  Maybe, just maybe you can still teach an old dog new tricks.  At least I know that God can and He will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was sorting things yesterday God just kept saying in a still small voice, "they are just things. And all you really need is Me, lean on me and follow me."  I was comforted and looked forward in faith that He knows what is ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God does not lay a burden on a heart for no reason at all, and as Diane and I think about Rwanda our hearts go back to the people we met and began to love when we were there in May of 2010.  It was there, while ministering with my fellow Rwandian brothers in the Lord and with the church we partnered with, and as we saw the Lord build His church in the villages we walked in sharing the gospel with the people,that God was planting in my heart a burden. A burden that all new believers need to be discipled.  And that our own Canadian Churches need to start being the example and leading the way in this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we leave for Rwanda in a few months, I want to leave this burden at the feet of our pastors here in Prince Albert, and in North America. That they would start giving that gift to the young believers in their congregations and to the new baby Christians being born into their churches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am calling it - Intentional Discipleship - It means having a plan and then acting upon it. Giving the people with in our congregations the opportunity to practice, acting on their Christianity and being the desciplers of the young Christians in the church.  Come up with a plan and make it work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-452258765675773868?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/452258765675773868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=452258765675773868&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/452258765675773868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/452258765675773868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/03/moving-forward-and-upward.html' title='Moving Forward and Upward'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-8001951047894958051</id><published>2011-03-02T06:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T06:25:52.351-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Glorify</title><content type='html'>GLORIFY HIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 10:31 Therefore, whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder and many times know that I miss the mark, &lt;br /&gt;But I have a friend that is willing and waiting to forgive &lt;br /&gt;And for me to return to glorifying Him&lt;br /&gt;In all that I do, and say with my fellow man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been been given a special gift by God&lt;br /&gt;In fact you have been given many gifts by Him&lt;br /&gt;When you use them to bring God glory, &lt;br /&gt;They will  bring you satisfaction and joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gifts we offer back to the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Are special and sweet in the eyes of God&lt;br /&gt;But they are measured by His standards &lt;br /&gt;Is your life a sacrifice of praise to the Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such gifts are highly treasured by your God &lt;br /&gt;After all, we were created to give God the glory.&lt;br /&gt;For He is the one that is Holy and pure&lt;br /&gt;And this is some of the gifts He has passed on to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you come before Him today on bended knee&lt;br /&gt;And with a thankful heart of praise&lt;br /&gt;Glorify His name, the name above all names&lt;br /&gt;He is Jesus, Jesus Christ our Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Peter C. Salmond&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-8001951047894958051?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/8001951047894958051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=8001951047894958051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/8001951047894958051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/8001951047894958051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/03/glorify.html' title='Glorify'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-6812040917533304646</id><published>2011-03-01T06:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T06:18:44.481-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ALWAYS FAITHFUL</title><content type='html'>I Have Fought And He Was Faithful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. —2 Timothy 4:7 He looked forward to an eternal crown (v.8).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day as I walk with God, I praise Him for His faithfulness, as I face each of life's battles, whether I win or lose I can count on Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can always count on God, I know He cares for me&lt;br /&gt;For He is my heavenly Father, and He is always there&lt;br /&gt;He never changes; He always is the same for me&lt;br /&gt;I know I can be sure, I will never have to ask, Are You there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, He was there and walked beside me&lt;br /&gt;Today, He met me as I awoke to start a new day&lt;br /&gt;Forever, He is faithful, He will watch over me all the way home.&lt;br /&gt; I know He loves me, praise His holy name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every situation He will be faithful always&lt;br /&gt;When I stumble and fall, He offers me His hand&lt;br /&gt;Helping me up, once again to stand before Him&lt;br /&gt;And to walk beside Him as He leads me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To God be the GLORY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Peter C. Salmond&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-6812040917533304646?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/6812040917533304646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=6812040917533304646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/6812040917533304646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/6812040917533304646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/03/always-faithful.html' title='ALWAYS FAITHFUL'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-3372805098352425274</id><published>2011-02-28T06:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T06:57:43.269-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Called To Greatness - Secrets 4 and 5</title><content type='html'>#4 Secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning To Do What Makes God Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new believers relationship with God is no different than any other love relationship.  You want to do things that make that person happy, and you want to stop doing things that make that person sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus put it this way, 'If you love me, you will obey what I command.”  (John 14:15)  One of the secrets of a great relationship is to begin changing things in your life based on what pleases or displeases the one who loves you most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the new born &lt;br /&gt;-reads God's word&lt;br /&gt;talks to Him as a friend&lt;br /&gt;and spends time with His friends&lt;br /&gt;They will start to understand and know what pleases God&lt;br /&gt;Then they will also begin to understand what it means to become a new creation in Christ. In (2 Cor. 5:17) God tells us this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise – Finish this sentence- One thing I think Jesus would like to change in me is .................?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then encourage them to talk to God each morning and turn that part of their life over to Him, and let Him have control of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get them to bring the card to your next meeting for discussion purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret #5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk About Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share your testimony of what He (Jesus) has done for you with someone else every day for the next week.  Tell them what has happened in your life. Sharing this will make you stronger in your walk with Him.  You will never forget what Jesus done for you if you share it with someone often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray asking God to open a natural opportunity for this action to take place. Praying that prayer every day expecting God to answer.  Then discuss the results the next time you meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the Power In The Basics&lt;br /&gt;From page 196-197 from the book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is a must read for the Follower Of Christ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-3372805098352425274?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/3372805098352425274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=3372805098352425274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/3372805098352425274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/3372805098352425274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/02/called-to-greatness-secrets-4-and-5.html' title='Called To Greatness - Secrets 4 and 5'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-4927872026433725601</id><published>2011-02-28T06:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T06:48:17.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rotten To The Core</title><content type='html'>Appletons Rotten To The Core&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 3:10–11 As it is written:“There is none righteous, no, not one;&lt;br /&gt;There is none who understands;There is none who seeks after God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Corinthians 5:17 Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—apart from Christ, we’re all rotten to the core. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ has come to people “rotten to the core,&lt;br /&gt;And makes us “a new creation” by faith in Him&lt;br /&gt; In His goodness, He has fixed our problem completely&lt;br /&gt;All the way down to our core. In our  heart of hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m a sinner, I know I have done wrong&lt;br /&gt;I need a Savior and Christ met my need;&lt;br /&gt;His death paid the price for He ransomed me&lt;br /&gt;His work is sufficient, when on Him I believe;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have life eternal when Him I receive&lt;br /&gt;He gives me a brand new start, but I need more&lt;br /&gt;I need to change from the inside out&lt;br /&gt;I need a new heart of hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my old heart is ROTTEN to the core,&lt;br /&gt; then I need a HEART TRANSPLANT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Peter C. Salmond&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-4927872026433725601?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/4927872026433725601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=4927872026433725601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/4927872026433725601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/4927872026433725601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/02/rotten-to-core.html' title='Rotten To The Core'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-2199682402937605630</id><published>2011-02-26T08:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T08:22:17.274-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost But Not Forgotten</title><content type='html'>HELPLESSLY LOST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 5:6 Look at it this way: At the right time, while we were still helpless, Christ died for ungodly people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your life seems to have ended at the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;There seems to be no way to turn, to the left or the right&lt;br /&gt;And for sure you cannot turn around and go back&lt;br /&gt;Look up, you are not without hope, have faith in God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it is because of the wonderful grace of God.&lt;br /&gt;That we have hope when facing  trouble &lt;br /&gt;When it seeks to rob you of your very last breath,&lt;br /&gt;Look up for your redemption drawth nigh&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When tragedy hits hard taking your breath away&lt;br /&gt;Trying to steal your joys away and messing up your days&lt;br /&gt;Just remember Christ died on the cross for you&lt;br /&gt;So that you might have life more abundantly, claim it, it is yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gives us hope, when things are hopeless&lt;br /&gt;He deserves all of our praise, for He loves us&lt;br /&gt;When we are unlovable, and undeserving of His grace&lt;br /&gt;We have done nothing and can do nothing to return it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All He asks is for us to BELIEVE and FOLLOW Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Peter C. Salmond&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-2199682402937605630?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/2199682402937605630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=2199682402937605630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/2199682402937605630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/2199682402937605630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/02/lost-but-not-forgotten.html' title='Lost But Not Forgotten'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-1320958464618975348</id><published>2011-02-25T07:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T08:39:22.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Are Trusted With A Cadillac</title><content type='html'>When you are trusted with a Cadillac prove yourself trustworthy.  One of God's newborn babies is such, and that is what makes our care for one of them so vitally important.  God has nothing more valuable to trust to His followers than a new believer in His son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The primary responsibility for the care of someone who has just been born into God's family rests with the person God used to help "Deliver THE BABY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Thess. 2:8, 19-20  Because we loved you so much, we were delighted to share with you not  only the gospel of God but our lives as well.  For what is our hope,  our joy, or the crown in which we will glory in the presence of our Lord  Jesus when he comes? Is it not you? Indeed, you are our glory and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you help someone you care about, "receive Him" and become a child of God (John 1:12), you have, in a sense, served as a spiritual Obstetrician, delivering a baby into God's family.  At that point, your mission changes to that of a spiritual Pediatrician, helping the newborn get off to a strong and healthy start in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to help them learn about Jesus by doing things with Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Learn it, do it, and talk about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to talk about five SECRETS of A Great Relationship With God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned number one and two earlier in my blogging and now I want to go on to 3-5&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy and learn as you read&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-1320958464618975348?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/1320958464618975348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=1320958464618975348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/1320958464618975348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/1320958464618975348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-you-are-trusted-with-cadillac.html' title='When You Are Trusted With A Cadillac'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-7320598602494711870</id><published>2011-02-25T07:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T07:50:22.055-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavens Gates</title><content type='html'>Walking On Cloud Nine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 71:20 You, who have shown me great and severe troubles,Shall revive me again, And bring me up again from the depths of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to the day when I will stand just inside heavens gates&lt;br /&gt;And look back over my life, and see all of the storms I have weathered&lt;br /&gt;All of the mountains I have climbed and the heartaches I have endured.&lt;br /&gt;Then I will know and understand why it all happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And will see the true love of my Father, in allowing it all to be&lt;br /&gt;A part of my earthly life, and why it all had to be a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;For then my labors and trials will be no more, forever&lt;br /&gt;For I will be safe inside heavens door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever to be at my Savors side, bathing in blessing galore&lt;br /&gt;With heaven before me and the world behind me&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing more to wonder about, for now I see&lt;br /&gt;As  I have never seen before, as I stand looking out of heavens door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has taken away all of my fear,  and I will have peace&lt;br /&gt;When He has wiped away all of my tears, I will cry no more&lt;br /&gt;I will have unending joy and my sorrows will end&lt;br /&gt;I will break into song and sing like I have never sang before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, all of this can be yours as well,&lt;br /&gt;Make a choice to follow Him, the rest of your life&lt;br /&gt;And claim the promises of Christ as your own&lt;br /&gt;You are assured that you will never again walk alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Peter C. Salmond&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-7320598602494711870?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/7320598602494711870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=7320598602494711870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/7320598602494711870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/7320598602494711870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/02/heavens-gates.html' title='Heavens Gates'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-5126139415772807067</id><published>2011-02-24T06:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T06:50:15.107-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Above Or Below The Line</title><content type='html'>Above Or Below The Line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 16:26 For what profit is it to a man if he gains the whole world, and loses his own soul? Or what will a man give in exchange for his soul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lambs book of Life,&lt;br /&gt;This list does  exist, I am not sure what it will look like, but our names are all written down in the Lambs book of life.  Not sure how it will look, but it could look like this maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A large board listing the names of every one on earth was posted outside of heavens gates, including their status in Society. As I looked for my name I noticed a line across the board dividing the names. Above the line were the names of those who were “saved”, born again, followers of Christ and below the line all those who were “lost those who had never made the decision to follow Christ.”  At the very top was the word Heaven, and at the top of the bottom half was the word Hell.  That got my attention.  Where was my Name, wow there it is above the line.  But I asked my self, where is so and so, is he there or is she.  Will my friends make it because of me?  What am I going to do about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not what I achieve on this earth, that qualifies  me for heaven,&lt;br /&gt;It matters not if I am rich or poor; skinny or fat, good looking or ugly&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I must be certain of, is my faith in the right place?&lt;br /&gt;“Have I put my faith and trust in the only one that can determine&lt;br /&gt;Where I spend eternity,  Jesus’ is the one, He is the only one&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said," I am the way the truth and the life, no one comes to the  Father except through Me."(John 14: 6)  I must follow Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of eternity, How are you living your life, ABOVE OR BELOW THE LINE??????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-5126139415772807067?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/5126139415772807067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=5126139415772807067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/5126139415772807067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/5126139415772807067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/02/above-or-below-line.html' title='Above Or Below The Line'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-5815412182939461615</id><published>2011-02-22T07:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T07:08:23.971-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HIS LOVE</title><content type='html'>HIS LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 49:15 (Can a woman forget her nursing child,&lt;br /&gt;And not have compassion on the son of her womb?&lt;br /&gt;Surely they may forget, Yet I will not forget you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God will not forget you, you are His child&lt;br /&gt;He has promised to never leave you nor to forsake you&lt;br /&gt;He will be there for you every waking hour&lt;br /&gt;And watching over you while you are sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will be there to meet your every need&lt;br /&gt;He will always take good care of you&lt;br /&gt;Loving you at where ever you are in your walk with Him&lt;br /&gt;You do the following and He will do the keeping&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;His compassion is without end, forever&lt;br /&gt;His love and care is forever and forever&lt;br /&gt;You can depend on Him through all of earths trials&lt;br /&gt;Even when you are unaware, Jesus love is there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much does He love us, can we really know?&lt;br /&gt;God’s love for us is expansive,&lt;br /&gt;As far as the East is from the West&lt;br /&gt;He beckons you to come into His love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For His loving arms are open and waiting for you to come&lt;br /&gt;As His open arms on the cross said, I forgive you&lt;br /&gt;Come to the foot of the cross and lay your burden down&lt;br /&gt;Come, Come, be my child and let me watch over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Peter C. Salmond&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-5815412182939461615?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/5815412182939461615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=5815412182939461615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/5815412182939461615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/5815412182939461615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/02/his-love.html' title='HIS LOVE'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-4738297159169140883</id><published>2011-02-21T07:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T07:47:11.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't  Hold A Grudge</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Colossians 3:12-14\&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Put on then, as God's chosen ones, holy  and beloved, compassionate hearts, kindness, humility, meekness, and  patience, bearing with one another and, if one has a complaint against  another, forgiving each other; as the Lord has forgiven you, so you also  must forgive. And above all these put on love, which binds everything  together in perfect harmony.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't Hold On To A Grudge&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arguments and disagreements can lead to grudges,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That leave hurts, that seem to be unrepairable&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yet God calls for us to have a compassionate heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With love applied we can make compassion a work of art&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Grudges left unattended, will cause a rift in the road&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Causing a lots of rough rides along the way&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God says be kind, love your enemy, and forgive a soul&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we do this our way grows smother and we become more whole&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So in order to bring resolution, one must become humble and meek&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Setting the example for others that may be sickly and weak&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Growing in patients and excepting the one causing you grief&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Find forgiveness and then dig real deep finding relief&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Family and friends are important in life, relationships a must&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So forgive as the Lord has forgiven you, letting the past go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And make the best of the future, building on the good&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our relationships won’t drift, and we will be more understood&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When one is not feeling good, because of holding a grudge&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In fact one is really sick and tired of the whole thing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just remember, don't go to the Dr. or call a nurse&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because a grudge is one thing that doesn’t get better when it’s nursed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have  a good day, and save a relationship by swallowing your pride and  forgiving a brother/sister.  Be humble and walk with God in LOVE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By Peter C. Salmond&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-4738297159169140883?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/4738297159169140883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=4738297159169140883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/4738297159169140883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/4738297159169140883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/02/dont-hold-grudge.html' title='Don&apos;t  Hold A Grudge'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-3707525477052714357</id><published>2011-02-20T06:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T06:36:56.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>from The Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;(Ps. 50:9-10)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I will not take a bull from your house, nor  goats out of your folds. For every beast of the forest is Mine, and the  cattle on a thousand hills”. What He wanted was their praise and  obedience (v.23).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From The Heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;May my worship to my Lord&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Be with praise that comes from the heart,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From a heart surrendered to following Him&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His ways are true and good, I offer Him praise&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;May my praise be a worthy offering to You Lord&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;May it overflow from a heart that is whole&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An offering of unconditional love may raise&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From deep down within my heart I praise&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For Your blessings from above, are mine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You own the cattle on a thousand hills&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All that is yours is mine, my heart you see&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For you want my praise, and the best for me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the heart of my worship and praise&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is worship that comes from my heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For I know the world moves at Your command&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For you own every country and land&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You want all of me, in every way&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not only my worship, but my everything&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All that I am I give to you, my Lord&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To be away from you forever I cannot afford.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The heart of worship comes from the heart of hearts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It comes from deep, deep down with in the soul&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I come to Him in all I do&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;May all and everything I do be only for YOU&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My LORD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By Peter C. Salmond&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So  often when we go to church, we go expecting to be blessed, (entertained  as we sit in the pew).  When our main reason for going to church should  be to bring thanksgiving and praise to the ONE that gave us His all .   Because of us worshiping and praising Him we will be blessed and we will  be strengthened by fellow believers.  Because God blesses those that  are obedient to Him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the reason we come is to worship  Him. We should leave the church asking ourselves not “What did I get out  of it?” but rather “Was God pleased with what happened?”  Was He please  with my worship? What was my attitude towards God and others while  sitting in church?  Was I there to please God, or to gain the respect  and praise from others?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Bible encourages us, not to  forsake the assembling of ourselves together, as the manner of some is,  but exhorting one another, and so much the more, as you see the Day  approaching.  This does not mean just on Sunday morning.  This means not  to forsake the assembling of ourselves together.  We need each other  all the time.  There is strength in numbers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every day is  a spiritual war out there in the world, we are to be separate from the  world and yet we are to be part of the world.  The Lord says, "Get away  from unbelievers. Separate yourselves from  them. Have nothing to do  with anything unclean. Then I will welcome  you." (2 Cor. 6:17) We need  to be in the world, but not doing worldly things.  Others need to see  that Jesus has made us different in every way and in everything we do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When  you get up in the morning are you prepared for war?  Eph. 6: 12 say,  "For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the  rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world  and against the spiritual forces of evil  in the heavenly realms." So I  ask again, Are you ready for war?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Verse 13 continues ,  Therefore- and goes on to say prepare for war, put on the armor of God  and go ye into all the world and preach the gospel. Turn to Eph. 6 and  read it all from verses 10-20 and see for yourself.  If we are not  standing with God in this war then we are standing against Him, and we  are then fighting a loosing battle, because He has already won the  battle over sin and the devil all we have to do is follow Him, he will  protect us and He promises us eternal life.  When we come to the end of  the race of life and we have followed Him and His word, we will cross  the finish line and we will win.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All praise and honor and worship will be His forever and ever Amen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-3707525477052714357?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/3707525477052714357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=3707525477052714357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/3707525477052714357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/3707525477052714357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/02/from-heart.html' title='from The Heart'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-1023979539499265688</id><published>2011-02-18T06:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T06:38:05.031-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices, Choices</title><content type='html'>Gal. 5: 22-23 Verse of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make the choice to live a life filled with love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control (Gal. 5:22-23). Then enjoy watching what happens around you, it is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Life is not made by the dreams that you dream but by the choices that you make.” Your life today is the sum total of all the choices you’ve made up to this point. (not my quotes, not sure who made them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choices we make in this life&lt;br /&gt;Will map out the road we will take&lt;br /&gt;We either choose to walk in the light,&lt;br /&gt;Which will take us on the road to right&lt;br /&gt;Or we will choose darkness and wrong&lt;br /&gt;Which will take us down a road that's a way to long&lt;br /&gt;When we make excellent choices we will know&lt;br /&gt;Because we can watch the ripple effect of blessings it will bestow&lt;br /&gt;On those all around us, as we walk down the road of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Peter C. Salmond&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-1023979539499265688?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/1023979539499265688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=1023979539499265688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/1023979539499265688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/1023979539499265688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/02/choices-choices.html' title='Choices, Choices'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-2398024370773309132</id><published>2011-02-14T06:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T06:39:30.975-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valuntines DAY</title><content type='html'>LOVE BETWEEN FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 15:13 "Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends. 14 You are my friends if you do what I command. 15 I no longer call you servants, because a servant does not know his master’s business. Instead, I have called you friends, for everything that I learned from my Father I have made known to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship with Jesus, is LOVE unconditional&lt;br /&gt;Fellowship with Jesus is oh so divine;&lt;br /&gt;O what blessings He bestows upon us&lt;br /&gt;Sweet communion with the friend of all friends&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is a friend like no other, Jesus is a friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus longs to be your Friend in this world, not just on face book.&lt;br /&gt;For He wants to walk beside us, where ever we go&lt;br /&gt;He is a friend that will never leave us alone&lt;br /&gt;He is the best friend we will ever know.&lt;br /&gt;He wants us to be with Him every where we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a friend that will stick closer than a brother&lt;br /&gt;To Him, our on dieing love we owe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Peter C. Salmond&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-2398024370773309132?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/2398024370773309132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=2398024370773309132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/2398024370773309132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/2398024370773309132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valuntines-day.html' title='Happy Valuntines DAY'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-106744349530140457</id><published>2011-02-12T07:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T07:44:05.595-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Volcanic Ash Filled The Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The Volcano &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Ephesians 4:  29. Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your  mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to  their needs, that it may benefit those who listen. 30. And do not grieve  the Holy Spirit of God, with whom you were sealed for the day of  redemption.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 31. Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander,  along with every form of malice. 32. Be kind and compassionate to one  another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Philippians 4:13 I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Romans 12:10 Be kindly affectionate to one another with brotherly love, in honor giving preference to one another; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; At one time these next few lines were written about me.  For a lot of  years when I was younger, I was a time bomb with a short fuse.  So,  I  had to do what these next few  lines say. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I had to pray, Dear God, please change my heart,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don't want to blow up any more, I do not want to hurt anyone&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And give me a desire; to get passed all of my hurt and pain&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I want to be a man of peace, and give you control of my emotions&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; So that I am not controlled by anger’s fire, but by your sweet Spirit. Amen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I found that losing my temper was not the way to get rid of it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It only came back stronger and more forceful and hot&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kind of like a volcano waiting to blow, and torch everything in it's way&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I am so thankful I gave it away to the One who controls the world &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now the only times it comes back is when I want to take control again, not a good idea!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thank you Lord for always reminding me when that happens and thank you for your forgiveness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;by Peter C. Salmond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; ﻿&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-106744349530140457?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/106744349530140457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=106744349530140457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/106744349530140457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/106744349530140457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/02/volcanic-ash-filled-air.html' title='The Volcanic Ash Filled The Air'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-5709907547286444867</id><published>2011-02-02T06:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T06:45:02.507-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret #2 In Helping a New Believer</title><content type='html'>TALK TO GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask ten people what is the most important ingredient in making a relationship work, and most of them will likely give you the same answer.  "Communication". And it is no less true in a personal relationship with God.  So in the early days of belonging to Jesus, A person needs to learn how to talk with the One they have just come to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you meet with a new believer you have the privilege of introducing them to God's exciting invitation to His children: "Let's then approach the throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need. (Heb. 4:16) God has invited us to come right into His presents, and claim His forgiveness for our sins, and His help for our needs.  This is talking to God.  As Paul wrote:"Do not be anxious about anything, butin everything by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.  And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your heart and your minds in Christ Jesus. (Phil. 4:6-7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having been introduced to the importance of talking to God, the new believer needs to experience communicating with Him.  One possible action lab you can encourage is to write some letters to God before your next get-together.  You may even want to give the person a template for the letters that include the following&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you because....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love from........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a new child of God writes thoughts like these to their father, he is practicing the ingredient in powerful praying.  And this outline puts talking to God in the same kind of straightforward language we use in our conversations.  When you get together again, your new brother or sister can bring those letters so you can talk about how their first communication with God went.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-5709907547286444867?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/5709907547286444867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=5709907547286444867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/5709907547286444867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/5709907547286444867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/02/secret-2-in-helping-new-believer.html' title='Secret #2 In Helping a New Believer'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-5537066682863342006</id><published>2011-01-31T19:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T07:02:06.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret #1 in Discipling a New Baby in Christ Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;READ WHAT GOD HAS WRITTEN TO YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quoting from the book -  Called To Greatness By Ron Hutchcraft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in college, my roommate Don used to get love letters from his girlfriend.  We all knew when he had received one   ------- he was in "la la land" all day.  I noticed that he would always go off somewhere alone and read what Amy had written to him.  Then he would read it again and again. After his fifth reading or so, I want to say, Don, there is no more new information here!  But it wouldn't have done any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was when I started receiving love letters from Karen that I began to understand.  Now I was reading the same words over and over again.  Why? Because when I was reading what she wrote to me, I was being with her--- until I could really be with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the same way with the new believer and the Love Letters he has received from the One who loves loves Him most ---it is called the Bible.  Some one who belongs to Jesus feels he is with Him as he is with Him as he reads what He wrote to him.  The lover of Jesus continues to read regularly, until one day in heaven when he will be with his Savior forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why God tells us, "Like newborn babies, crave pure spiritual milk, so that by it you may grow up in your Salvation"  (1 Peter 2:2) That "spiritual milk" is "the living and enduring word of God" (1 Peter 1:23) known to us as the Bible.  So in their first days in Christ , new believers should be introduced to the importance of daily reading God's Love Letter to them.  We need to call their attention to the privilege of spending time with Jesus through what He wrote.  This is not to be a ritualistic "Bible reading time" but time with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FIRST SECRET OF A GREAT GOD RELATIONSHIP&lt;br /&gt;IS ABOUT TIME WITH A PERSON, NOT TIME WITH A BOOK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a practical matter, it is important for us to help new believers set a time and a place to meet with Jesus each new day.  If we leave Him until we "get around to Him" we never will.  It is fundamental to growing in this new relationship that believers set a daily date with the Person who loves them most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is important, too, to help God's new child know where to read in the Bible. The "where" should be a book that is easy to understand and easy to apply to your life ______books such as Mark, Ephesians, James, and Proverbs.  The "how" should emphasize asking oneself two questions about what he or she reads.  Two primary questions would be, " In my own words, what is God saying here?" and "What am I going to do differently today because God said that?" In other words, "Do not merely listen to the word,....do what it says"  (James 1:22) The Apostle James compares someone who takes in what God says but doesn't do anything about it to " a man who looks at his face in a mirror and, after looking at himself, goes away and immediately forgets what he looks like" (James 1:23-24).  If the Bible is supposed to be a believers mirror, then the believer can't just look into that mirror without changing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you explain the importance of reading what God has written, it is time to give God's new child an "action lab" so she can do what she just learned.  So give her a notebook and ask her to write this title on the front of it: "My Times With Jesus" This will be her, "Jesus Journal"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your challenge to the new believer might go something like this:  "Each day for the next week, ask God to show you something He wants you to know, then read a few verses in the book of James.  It's easy to apply to your life!  Read them two or three times.  Then write in your Jesus Journal the date, what verses you read, and your answer to two helpful questions: "In my own words, what is God saying here?"  and "What am I going to do differently today because He said it?"  When you get together the next time, ask the person to bring the journal so you can talk about how those times with Jesus went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the spiritual caregiver for this new member of God's family, you have the joy of giving the person some exciting news about her newly begun relationship.  Every day, she has the same message from God that greets many Internet users when they check their E-Mail: "You've got mail." In this case, it's from God Himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-5537066682863342006?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/5537066682863342006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=5537066682863342006&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/5537066682863342006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/5537066682863342006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/01/secret-1-in-descipling-new-baby-in.html' title='Secret #1 in Discipling a New Baby in Christ Is'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-2277320593934760057</id><published>2011-01-30T08:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T08:27:27.778-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspirational Message</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;h2 class="uiHeaderTitle"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE ROSE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;A   certain man planted a rose and watered it faithfully, and before it   bloomed he examined it.  He saw the bud that would soon blossom and also   the thorns.  And he thought, "How can any beautiful flower come from a   plant burdened with so many sharp thorns?"  Saddened by his thoughts,  he  neglected to water the rose, and before it was ready to bloom it  died.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So  it is with people.  Within every soul there is a  rose.  The Godlike  qualities planted in us at birth grow amid the  thorns of our faults.   Many of us look at ourselves and see only  thorns, the effects.  We  despair, thinking that nothing good can  possibly come from us.  We  neglect to water the good within us, and  eventually it dies.  We never  realize our potential.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some  people do not see the rose  within themselves, someone else must show  it to them.  One of the  greatest gifts a person can possess is to be  able to reach past the  thorns and find the rose within others.  This is  the characteristic of  love, to look at a person, and knowing his  faults, realize the nobility  in his soul, and help him realize that he  can overcome his fault.  If we  show him the rose, he will conquer the  thorns. Then will he blossom,  blooming forth, thirty, sixty, a  hundred-fold as it is given to him.   Our duty in this world is to help  others by showing them their roses and  not their thorns.  Only then can  we achieve the love we should feel for  each other, only then can we  bloom in our own garden.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unknown Author&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Found on door at Pine Ridge Bible Camp&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-2277320593934760057?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/2277320593934760057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=2277320593934760057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/2277320593934760057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/2277320593934760057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/01/inspirational-message.html' title='Inspirational Message'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-4867794840908533405</id><published>2011-01-30T08:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T09:00:00.898-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Children Are Diamonds in the Rough</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deuteronomy 11:18-21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;18 Fix these words of mine in your hearts and minds; tie them as  symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads. 19  Teach them to  your children, talking about them when you sit at home  and when you  walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up.  20 Write  them on the door frames of your houses and on your gates, 21  so that  your days and the days of your children may be many in the land  the  LORD swore to give your ancestors, as many as the days that the  heavens  are above the earth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(God's word)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; ﻿&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Study and learn God's word yourself, know what it says&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have God's word at your finger tips for instruction and guidance&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your children will see you leaning on and depending on God for everything&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They will be learning that with God all things are possible&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That you are weak but He is strong, and He will carry you through&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As a family you can depend on Him in everything that comes your way&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you sit down at meals together as a family you talk about the Lord&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And dwell on His word, when you travel you pray asking and inviting Him to go with you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you go to sleep at night your children can learn how to pray&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the solitude of their bedroom, a quiet place to meet the Lord&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Waking up with a thankful heart for the Lord watching over them through the night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We can display the goodness of the Lord through poems&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; And pictures and verses hanging on our walls, teaching His ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take stock of yourself, where are you in your relationship with the Lord&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And consider your children, your time and your thoughts are being watched;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How would you reply to the Lord should He ask, what have you done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; “What kind of parent are you, will your children know who I am because of you? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Children may not inherit their parents’ talent, but they will absorb their values.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We as parents need to ask ourselves these things each and every day.&lt;/p&gt;(By Peter Salmond's thoughts)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-4867794840908533405?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/4867794840908533405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=4867794840908533405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/4867794840908533405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/4867794840908533405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2011/01/children-are-dimonds-in-rough.html' title='Children Are Diamonds in the Rough'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-8961650223855556654</id><published>2010-10-28T06:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T06:29:21.195-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rwanda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;God's Plan&lt;br /&gt;Once you read this, go back to my first two posting about Rwanda, and then you will be back on track with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How, did this all happen? How did the Lord get us  to go to Rwanda? Well it is a long story happening over the period of  many years. Let me tell you the story. It started away back before I  ever even met my wife Diane, back when she was just a young teenager or  younger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She went to church every Sunday with her  family, it was then at that early age God started tugging at her heart  strings, to be a missionary some day. Because of the missionaries that  came to her church, of which many of them seemed to be missionaries from  Africa, she felt God calling to go to Africa as a missionary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If  anyone who know my wife, she is very fair skinned and has always been  very fair all of her life.  Because of this natural condition, she some  how felt this disqualified her as a missionary to Africa.  She felt that  there would be no way that she would be able to stand the heat and that  she would just burn to a crisp. So because in her young mind, all  missionaries went to Africa, she figured out that she would never be a  missionary.  At that point she did not know or understand as to how BIG  of a God she would serve.  With God all things are possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As  she grew and remained open to the leading of God in her life, He lead  her to work in Bible camps following her graduation from grade twelve at  Caronport High School.  She came to Torch Trail Bible Camp in North  Central Saskatchewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was while at camp that summer she met  me, a young disturbed man, that felt the only kind of a person he was  fit to be was a cowboy and that he was no good for nothing and God could  not use him so he would just chase cow around all of his life, and  there is nothing wrong with being a cowboy, I am still thankful for my  early years, growing up as a cowboy in Northern Saskatchewan.  But I  figured at that point and time in my life is that, that is all there  was, and so then that is what I would always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I met  Diane, I was in my first year of Bible School at the Nipawin Bible  Institute and was just starting to understand that there was more to  life than just being a cowboy, I had choices I could make and that God  had a plan for my life, which would be a lot different than I had  thought.  Actually I found out that God wanted me to make the choice to  give Him control of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months after camp was done that  year in 1977, my life would change forever, I became engaged to my  beautiful new girl friend who is now my wife, then we proceeded to get  married 8 months after we were engaged.  So on April 29 1978 we got  married. Thus began the rest of my life.  I did not know it then but I  was signing up for a ride that was beyond my wildest dreams.  I have  been places and done things that I could never have dreamed of.  So it  has been and will continue to be an eventful and interesting life as we  let God be the guide to our walk on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord willing I will write more tomorrow, but for now enjoy this much of this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please remember as you go through life, whether you are young or old, With God all things are possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-8961650223855556654?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/8961650223855556654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=8961650223855556654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/8961650223855556654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/8961650223855556654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/rwanda.html' title='Rwanda'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-200174150072890841</id><published>2010-10-26T07:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T07:17:29.437-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>Face book - friends, welcome to my blog, I hope you will enjoy my ramblings, thoughts and messages.  My goal is to honor God in all that I put on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-200174150072890841?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/200174150072890841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=200174150072890841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/200174150072890841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/200174150072890841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-8595599876541090344</id><published>2010-10-25T07:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T09:02:23.662-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Disciple And Discipler</title><content type='html'>The verse of the day today reminded me once again that every Christian is to be a disciple and is to also be a discipler.  We are responsible for the growth of the New Christians around us, and we are to be encouraging for all Christians in not being a stumbling block to them by the things that we selfishly want to do for ourselves, it may not cause us to sin, but what about our brother?&lt;br /&gt;Verse of the day - Acts 1: 6-8 (The Disciples asked), Lord, wilt thou  at this time restore again  the kingdom to Israel? 7 And he said unto them, It is not for you to  know the times or the seasons, which the Father hath put in his own  power. 8 But ye shall receive power, [1]  after that the Holy Ghost is come upon you: and ye shall be witnesses  unto me both in Jerusalem(neighborhood or city), and in all Judaea (province), and in Samaria (your country), and unto  the uttermost part of the earth (to the world).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never really experienced the world as such before May of 2010 as Diane and I went to Rwanda Africa with e3 Partners Ministries.  It was an amazing trip, I started to tell about it earlier but now I would like to finish telling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since going and experiencing how God is working in another country and learned more about discipleship, God has given me a new burden for Canada,and the church.  As well as a new burden for new believers.  Every new believer needs a mentor, someone to model the Christian life for them.  Someone to walk beside them, as an encourager and someone that can be forgiving and understand that as a new christian they are going to make mistakes.  As new babies fall, hurt themselves, get up and do it over and over again until finally the they can walk.  Why do we expect new baby Christians to be any different.   They to need guidance and someone to lean on as they learn to walk the Christian life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We as the Church need to provide that kind of service, for those that we see come to the Lord so that they feel that they are a part of the family of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-8595599876541090344?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/8595599876541090344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=8595599876541090344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/8595599876541090344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/8595599876541090344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/disciple-and-descipler.html' title='Disciple And Discipler'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-3150903424266840194</id><published>2010-06-17T07:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T08:05:32.167-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rwanda 2010 Day 2</title><content type='html'>The night was short but good, it was so good to get to know Mike and Sidney a bit more that morning. We were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; to see more and more that this trip was ordained by God. It just made us more excited about what He was going to do in and through us when we arrived in Rwanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We seen God allow us to get through airport security with great ease, to Him be the glory. It was 11:00 AM and we were all aboard the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ethiopian&lt;/span&gt; Air lines and ready for lift off. We were about to take off on the longest, tiring airplane trip of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I didn't realize was that we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;going to&lt;/span&gt; be landing in Rome, yes I said Rome, one of the cities that the Apostle Paul had walked in. I was pretty excited until I found out we were not getting off the plane and it would be totally dark the whole time we were there. But at least we can say we have been in Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in another 5-7 hours we landed again in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Abba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;De sis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ethiopia&lt;/span&gt;, then a small hop over into Uganda and then to Rwanda. We had made it and we were seeing a very beautiful land that God had made, and were about to meet a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; people also that God had made. We were now very excited to meet the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Rwandan&lt;/span&gt; team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day God gave me a poem as our plane had been delayed for a bit. So here it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DELAYED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has the return of our Lord been delayed&lt;br /&gt;In no way has it been&lt;br /&gt;Our Lord is always on time, His time&lt;br /&gt;He will return as He said He would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it seems that His return has been delayed&lt;br /&gt;It is because He want us to draw nearer to Him&lt;br /&gt;He wants us to bring more people Home to Heaven with us&lt;br /&gt;When He returns to take us there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delayed- Never, His love constrains Him&lt;br /&gt;Every ear must hear and every eye see&lt;br /&gt;The glory of our Lord and Savior&lt;br /&gt;For He is returning in the sky for you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is coming again although&lt;br /&gt;We don't know when that will be&lt;br /&gt;If we are ready for His coming&lt;br /&gt;We will go with Him. when He comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will come from on high for you and for me, if we are ready, waiting and watching.&lt;br /&gt;As well as going about His business of Spreading the good news to the whole world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-3150903424266840194?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/3150903424266840194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=3150903424266840194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/3150903424266840194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/3150903424266840194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2010/06/rwanda-2010-day-2.html' title='Rwanda 2010 Day 2'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-9075258796023688746</id><published>2010-06-13T09:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T16:25:32.851-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rwanda May 2010</title><content type='html'>I have not been on my blog for quit some time, to busy getting ready to go on our trip to Rwanda in May, we were gone from the 16- June 1, it was a fantastic trip and I would love to tell you about it. So here we go for as long as it takes, come along as I relive the trip on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went into Saskatoon on the 15Th, and visited with Audrey and Garold, Audrey is a sister to Ron Frank, He and His wife Sheila were teachers for all of our children in the Yukon. Anyhow the connection happened when we sent out our letter looking for those supporters the Lord had prepared a head of time to support us on our trip to Rwanda. Ron and Sheila called us and said that Ron's family were involved in the Frank Sewing School/Factory in Rwanda, and through that we were put in touch with his sister and brother-in- law in Saskatoon. So we had a good visit with them and seen their pictures of Rwanda, it was great in preparing us for what was a head of us. That evening we stayed with Diane's sister Leona and husband Fraser Kent, Leona graciously agreed to take us to the airport early the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 16&lt;br /&gt;Departure date, we arrived at the airport in Saskatoon at 8:00 AM that morning. Flight leaving at 10:00 AM. Ps. 146:6- The scripture the Lord gave me before we left- "God is the maker of the heavens and the earth, the sea and everything in them. He is the Lord, who remains faithful for ever". Everything is in His control. This verse and these thoughts calmed my heart as we were leaving to fly many miles over land and sea, across the ocean for the first time in my life to actually leave North America. I knew God had called and still I had a hard time placing my faith in an airplane to carry me across the ocean. But I knew my faith was not in man made things but in the LORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our day was an up and down day of flying from, Saskatoon -Toronto- Ottawa- Washington DC-, so yes a long day of ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;But over all a great day&lt;br /&gt;God held us in His hands&lt;br /&gt;For He is our Heavenly Father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up with one of our leaders, Mike Wagner, and Caboose- Sidney Allen, who would on the way to Rwanda bring up the back of our four man team at that point. It was a great time of meeting in person for the first time. So we went to the hotel and went right to bed to get as much sleep as possible before the looooooooong flight to Rwanda the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave you with the poem the Lord gave me that first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Not Overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;We must not be discouraged&lt;br /&gt;When great problems beset us&lt;br /&gt;And we grow weary&lt;br /&gt;In that we must trust our God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must not be dismayed&lt;br /&gt;Because our life is perplexing&lt;br /&gt;When our God know the way&lt;br /&gt;Through the wilderness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must not get depressed&lt;br /&gt;When we suffer for doing good&lt;br /&gt;Even though our days are full of trouble&lt;br /&gt;We learn to lean on our Saviors strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must not despair&lt;br /&gt;In those days of adversity&lt;br /&gt;When we face that tribulation&lt;br /&gt;Seems our burdens more than we can bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must never forget&lt;br /&gt;That we have our Father&lt;br /&gt;A loving Heavenly Father&lt;br /&gt;Who is watching over us up in Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Peter C. Salmond&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-9075258796023688746?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/9075258796023688746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=9075258796023688746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/9075258796023688746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/9075258796023688746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2010/06/rwanda-may-2010.html' title='Rwanda May 2010'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-6482322894153773519</id><published>2010-04-16T19:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T20:01:20.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Is Important</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vessels Of Clay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although our bodies are just the container&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That each day are decaying, as they get older,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And getting closer to the closing day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our lives here on earth could be only a short time more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our inward body is renewed each day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the treasure that is with in us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Greater is He that is in us, then that is in the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Praise God the devil has no power over us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because of the life and power of Jesus Christ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who indwells this fragile jar of clay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is the potter, I am the clay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mold me and make me, master I pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pray that this would be your prayer today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That Christ would be seen clearly in you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because you remained in the background&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And let Christ shine through you from the inside out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a good day and may God bless you today &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-6482322894153773519?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/6482322894153773519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=6482322894153773519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/6482322894153773519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/6482322894153773519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2010/04/prayer-is-important.html' title='Prayer Is Important'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-85670174118375901</id><published>2010-03-17T06:21:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T18:36:56.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rwanda Bound- A History in the Making</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;God's Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How, did this all happen? How did the Lord get us to go to Rwanda? Well it is a long story happening over the period of many years. Let me tell you the story. It started away back before I ever even met my wife Diane, back when she was just a young teenager or younger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She went to church every Sunday with her family, it was then at that early age God started tugging at her heart strings, to be a missionary some day. Because of the missionaries that came to her church, of which many of them seemed to be missionaries from Africa, she felt God calling to go to Africa as a missionary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If anyone who know my wife, she is very fair skinned and has always been very fair all of her life.  Because of this natural condition, she some how felt this disqualified her as a missionary to Africa.  She felt that there would be no way that she would be able to stand the heat and that she would just burn to a crisp. So because in her young mind, all missionaries went to Africa, she figured out that she would never be a missionary.  At that point she did not know or understand as to how BIG of a God she would serve.  With God all things are possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As she grew and remained open to the leading of God in her life, He lead her to work in Bible camps following her graduation from grade twelve at Caronport High School.  She came to Torch Trail Bible Camp in North Central Saskatchewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was while at camp that summer she met me, a young disturbed man, that felt the only kind of a person he was fit to be was a cowboy and that he was no good for nothing and God could not use him so he would just chase cow around all of his life, and there is nothing wrong with being a cowboy, I am still thankful for my early years, growing up as a cowboy in Northern Saskatchewan.  But I figured at that point and time in my life is that, that is all there was, and so then that is what I would always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I met Diane, I was in my first year of Bible School at the Nipawin Bible Institute and was just starting to understand that there was more to life than just being a cowboy, I had choices I could make and that God had a plan for my life, which would be a lot different than I had thought.  Actually I found out that God wanted me to make the choice to give Him control of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months after camp was done that year in 1977, my life would change forever, I became engaged to my beautiful new girl friend who is now my wife, then we proceeded to get married 8 months after we were engaged.  So on April 29 1978 we got married. Thus began the rest of my life.  I did not know it then but I was signing up for a ride that was beyond my wildest dreams.  I have been places and done things that I could never have dreamed of.  So it has been and will continue to be an eventful and interesting life as we let God be the guide to our walk on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord willing I will write more tomorrow, but for now enjoy this much of this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please remember as you go through life, whether you are young or old, With God all things are possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-85670174118375901?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/85670174118375901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=85670174118375901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/85670174118375901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/85670174118375901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2010/03/rwanda-bound-history-in-making.html' title='Rwanda Bound- A History in the Making'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-6482044672224369184</id><published>2010-03-14T13:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T13:48:27.949-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Kings Kids&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a name="ctl00_cphPrimary_pnlContent16"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are adopted by the king&lt;br /&gt;We are children in the family of God&lt;br /&gt;We are brothers and sisters in the Lord Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;Praise God we are the Kings Kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duel citisenship that's what we have&lt;br /&gt;We are pilgrams together of this earth&lt;br /&gt;As long as the Lord gives to us breath&lt;br /&gt;We breath as do the Kings kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been saved, born again in Him&lt;br /&gt;We possess the position, as the chid of the King of Kings&lt;br /&gt;In the rights purchased for us by the blood of the Lamb&lt;br /&gt;We are children of the King, Kings Kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say “Abba Father” our loving and caring&lt;br /&gt;All knowing, all powerful Heavenly Father&lt;br /&gt;Who owns the cattle on a thousand hills&lt;br /&gt;I am so pleased to be one of your kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I praise you for we are heirs, joint-heirs with Jesus&lt;br /&gt;The author and finisher of my faith&lt;br /&gt;The wealth of God in Heaven is mine&lt;br /&gt;For I am one of the Kings Kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through Jesus Christ the Lord,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joint-heirs with Him we claim it, then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;According to His Word, heaven will be our home&lt;br /&gt;He said it, I claim it, I am the Kings Kid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Christian’s inheritance is in another world&lt;br /&gt;This world is not my home&lt;br /&gt;(Eph. 1:5,.Rom. 8:15)&lt;br /&gt;For you did not receive a spirit that makes you a slave again to fear, but you received the Spirit of sonship. And by him we cry, "Abba, Father." 5. he predestined us to be adopted as his sons through Jesus Christ, in accordance with his pleasure and will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-6482044672224369184?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/6482044672224369184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=6482044672224369184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/6482044672224369184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/6482044672224369184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2010/03/poem-2010.html' title='Poem 2010'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-6201629460137107369</id><published>2010-01-23T07:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T11:42:00.221-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strength'/><title type='text'>2010 Poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="ctl00_cphPrimary_pnlContent9"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't Give Up, Never Quit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our strength is in the Lord, He is mine,&lt;br /&gt;Our hope is in the Lord, always,&lt;br /&gt;For He has given a sign,&lt;br /&gt;So don't give up, keep moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our rest is secure in the Lord, it is on line.&lt;br /&gt;His Word is steadfast and sure;&lt;br /&gt;We are standing on the word so fine,&lt;br /&gt;We stand on a firm foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still at times we are tempted to recline,&lt;br /&gt;To give up into a deep despair.&lt;br /&gt;Then He reminds me He is mine,&lt;br /&gt;And He will always be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know that He keeps us in His care so kind.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we’re kept within His care.&lt;br /&gt;He knows the way out of every bind,&lt;br /&gt;When we do His biding strength we will find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you’re working for Jesus, you will always have a job.&lt;br /&gt;He will never fire you or will never run out of work.&lt;br /&gt;We are the ones that often do just that,&lt;br /&gt;We give up and quit, but He won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Peter C. Salmond&lt;br /&gt;(1 Kings 19)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-6201629460137107369?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/6201629460137107369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=6201629460137107369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/6201629460137107369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/6201629460137107369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-poems.html' title='2010 Poems'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-6251011728495492209</id><published>2010-01-19T07:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T11:39:00.565-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to be like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guide'/><title type='text'>2010 Poems Jan.19</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="ctl00_cphPrimary_pnlContent7"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh Lord, It Is You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, it is you,&lt;br /&gt;It is you, I give my life to you.&lt;br /&gt;For you are my sword and my shield,&lt;br /&gt;O Lord, I give my life to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, it is you,&lt;br /&gt;It is you, I will follow you.&lt;br /&gt;For you are my leader and my guide.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, I will follow you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, it is you,&lt;br /&gt;It is you Lord, that I will obey.&lt;br /&gt;I will bow at your feet doing your command,&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, it is you I will obey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, it is you,&lt;br /&gt;It is in you Lord, contented I will be.&lt;br /&gt;As I strive to be more like you,&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, it is in you, content I will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, it is you,&lt;br /&gt;It is in your excellence, Lord, I strive,&lt;br /&gt;To be more like you each day.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, it's in you today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Peter C. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Salmond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godliness with contentment is great gain. —1 Timothy 6:6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-6251011728495492209?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/6251011728495492209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=6251011728495492209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/6251011728495492209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/6251011728495492209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-poems-jan19.html' title='2010 Poems Jan.19'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-8401740859312553460</id><published>2010-01-10T10:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T14:03:10.941-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chilkoot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trail'/><title type='text'>Jan. 10/10 Poems</title><content type='html'>Those Who Have Gone Before&lt;br /&gt;Jan. 10/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of the Chilkoot Trail and the hearty souls that walked that way.&lt;br /&gt;They had one goal in mind, each one with a plan. Down the trail they go.&lt;br /&gt;The gold rush was the reason, and this was the way to get there.&lt;br /&gt;Rough and rugged beauty and yet much danger along those lonely trails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They would walk for days and yet all that lay before them was a rugged land,&lt;br /&gt;Bush, rock, mountains and cold hard snow, and a relentless wind.&lt;br /&gt;Would they ever make it, some did, some didn't, some gave up and turned back,&lt;br /&gt;Others died along the way. Out of those that made it, very few found what they were looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were looking for wealth and riches from the gold they had heard about,&lt;br /&gt;From those who had been there and sent word home, but didn't tell the whole truth.&lt;br /&gt;Many were led astray and many lost their way.&lt;br /&gt;The love of money is the root of all evil, the gold rush had both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everyone was following a leader, someone who had gone before.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, there was only one that would have been there first.&lt;br /&gt;No one was sure who he was or if he was even true.&lt;br /&gt;But it must be true at least that is what they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning was the word and the word was with God and the word was God.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus has been there from the very beginning. The Bible tells us so.&lt;br /&gt;He has been along the road. He has been tried and true.&lt;br /&gt;Our spiritual trail to heaven has been the path our leader have trod, those who have gone before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These leaders like the Chilkoot trail traveler, also had one goal,&lt;br /&gt;To walk the streets of gold for eternity, up in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;These leaders by faith fought the elements along the way as well.&lt;br /&gt;This path also is not an easy path, at times it is a lonely trail to trod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much of it seems all up hill, you pass through rugged lands, fight your way through many a thicket,&lt;br /&gt;You just get over one rock and you think you've made it, you look up, no, another mountain to climb.&lt;br /&gt;From many people along the way you will feel their icy glares and cold ridicule.&lt;br /&gt;Telling you this and telling you that, who are you to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times along the way, I have wondered, will I ever make it?&lt;br /&gt;Well, some have, others will, some have given up and turned back.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, others have died along the way, with no hope for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;But those that made it were hardy souls with heaven as their goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could stop them as they cleared the trail,&lt;br /&gt;Shared their knowledge and led the way for us to follow.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the paths our leaders have trod, has not been an easy path.&lt;br /&gt;But we will win, if we follow their example, keeping heaven as our goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We owe a lot to the Saints that walked in Bible times, like those in Heb. 11,&lt;br /&gt;We owe a lot to those that brought the gospel to our kin folk,&lt;br /&gt;But we owe the most to mom and dad and to those that have impacted us for Christ,&lt;br /&gt;Setting us on the trail that will lead us to heaven, if we will keep our eyes fixed on Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the trail markers of those who have gone before, each day as we walk and learn.&lt;br /&gt;Why should the younger generation make the same mistakes as those,&lt;br /&gt;Our ancestors have made for years, when we have them as an example, a warning.&lt;br /&gt;The road signs are there, if we follow and keep on keeping on, we will make it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On like the gold rush travelers, we will one day walk on the streets of gold in heaven,&lt;br /&gt;We will be rich, beyond our wildest imaginations, we will have it all.&lt;br /&gt;For we will have eternal life with God for ever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;We will have Jesus for all of eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our leaders that following Christ are clearing the trail in the right direction, so keep on following and being the leaders for those who will follow us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Peter C. Salmond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read: Heb. 11, John 1, Read a book on your Christian Heritage, write a thank you letter to your parents and the leaders in your life that have impacted your life for Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-8401740859312553460?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/8401740859312553460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=8401740859312553460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/8401740859312553460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/8401740859312553460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2010/01/jan-1010-poems.html' title='Jan. 10/10 Poems'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-8008013288365207974</id><published>2010-01-09T22:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T13:54:53.513-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waters'/><title type='text'>Jan. 9/10 Poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncharted Waters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="ctl00_cphPrimary_pnlContent4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;God at times leads us to enter uncharted waters&lt;br /&gt;His call is clear to go and yet we do not know where&lt;br /&gt;The fear of the unknown grips our hearts&lt;br /&gt;What will happen to us if we go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, you lead the way, I don't want to be a cripple&lt;br /&gt;In following Your leading, for I know you care&lt;br /&gt;Like Abraham, we will cling to you, our God&lt;br /&gt;For You know all things, You will see that we get there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things are beyond my understanding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know my world is one that I cannot alone, bare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For I know You hold me in your arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You will give me the strength I need to do fair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not be afraid to entrust&lt;br /&gt;My future to you, my Lord, you are there&lt;br /&gt;For He is the God of the unknown&lt;br /&gt;He is our all knowing God, and is always there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is eternal, in Him I will place my future forever&lt;br /&gt;(Gen. 12:1-9, Heb. 11)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Peter C. Salmond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-8008013288365207974?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/8008013288365207974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=8008013288365207974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/8008013288365207974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/8008013288365207974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2010/01/jan-910-poems.html' title='Jan. 9/10 Poems'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-7840890835499520383</id><published>2010-01-08T07:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T09:10:08.797-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='masterpiece'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creation'/><title type='text'>January 8/ 2010 Poems</title><content type='html'>The Masterpiece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan. 8/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What God did when He created the world&lt;br /&gt;Was remarkable, He created a masterpiece&lt;br /&gt;On the great canvas in the sky&lt;br /&gt;He held nothing back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end result, stunningly beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Yet it was staggering in complexity&lt;br /&gt;So many pieces all molded into one&lt;br /&gt;It was extravagant in all regards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened shortly after creation,&lt;br /&gt;It was a crime against a loving and caring God.&lt;br /&gt;God had allowed free choice, man choose his own way,&lt;br /&gt;And not God's, and God's work of art was marred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marred by an idea, man thought it a better way,&lt;br /&gt;Our heavenly artist lovingly gave a solution&lt;br /&gt;For man, to repair the smudge he had made,&lt;br /&gt;By painting it red like crimson, making it white as snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Artist paid the price to correct man's mistake,&lt;br /&gt;By giving His life upon a tree He created.&lt;br /&gt;All we need to do is believe in Him,&lt;br /&gt;And follow His way and enjoy His Masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day, will come again for you and me.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in heaven and on earth will bow&lt;br /&gt;At his feet, at the name of Jesus they will bow,&lt;br /&gt;And those from every nation who have accepted,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will fit again into God’s plan.&lt;br /&gt;In Christ they will worship together,&lt;br /&gt;In a new flawless heaven and a new flawless earth.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, God made a great creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But greater, much greater was His grace!&lt;br /&gt;For when man had sinned and grieved His heart,&lt;br /&gt;He sent Jesus to die in his place&lt;br /&gt;So now we have all eternity to praise God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, the nice part is that we can begin today.&lt;br /&gt;(Rev. 15, Is. 53:6, Ps. 2:10)&lt;br /&gt;Peter C. Salmond&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-7840890835499520383?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/7840890835499520383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=7840890835499520383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/7840890835499520383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/7840890835499520383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2010/01/january-8-2010-poems.html' title='January 8/ 2010 Poems'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-4099964155949822663</id><published>2010-01-07T09:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T13:55:58.165-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='praise'/><title type='text'>Jan. 7/10 Poems</title><content type='html'>Praise Him In Everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan. 7/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the every day tasks that we do,&lt;br /&gt;Praise Him for the strength we have,&lt;br /&gt;In the early morning for the droplets of dew,&lt;br /&gt;As they put sparkle into the new day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your house cleaning, and making stew,&lt;br /&gt;For the Lord has promised to be near,&lt;br /&gt;At all times and in everything we do,&lt;br /&gt;He promised strength for every long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the watching of the birds as they flew,&lt;br /&gt;As you walked and talked with a friend,&lt;br /&gt;Helping him along life's way in rue,&lt;br /&gt;Of praise to the King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success is not in what you do but in how you do,&lt;br /&gt;God will bless your faithfulness,&lt;br /&gt;You will prosper in all that you do,&lt;br /&gt;Crowned with the honor of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world looks at ones success; God looks at ones faithfulness!&lt;br /&gt;(1 Cor. 2:16, Col. 3:1-20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter C. Salmond&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-4099964155949822663?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/4099964155949822663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=4099964155949822663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/4099964155949822663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/4099964155949822663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2010/01/jan710-poems.html' title='Jan. 7/10 Poems'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-708232478646799008</id><published>2010-01-07T09:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T13:55:39.924-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creation'/><title type='text'>Jan. 6/10 Poems</title><content type='html'>The Handy Work Of God&lt;br /&gt;Jan. 6/10&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, As I look into the skies,&lt;br /&gt;I stand in awe at the wonder of your work.&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed by your majestic creation,&lt;br /&gt;That moves at your command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun, moon and the stars,&lt;br /&gt;In all of their splendor.&lt;br /&gt;Still today, make the day in to day,&lt;br /&gt;And they make the night, night upon this land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clouds they float along in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Then again they can roll along as well,&lt;br /&gt;With purpose in their movement,&lt;br /&gt;Marked with the masters brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind, rain and snow,&lt;br /&gt;They all come as the seasons command,&lt;br /&gt;Making your world a land of wonder,&lt;br /&gt;A land where man is proud to stand.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You are a great and awesome God ,&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful that you never change.&lt;br /&gt;You will always be the same,&lt;br /&gt;I can put my life into Your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wonders of creation reveal to all of mankind the handy work of my God.&lt;br /&gt;(Psalm 19: 1-10, Jeremiah 33:20-30)&lt;br /&gt;By Peter C. Salmond&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-708232478646799008?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/708232478646799008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=708232478646799008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/708232478646799008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/708232478646799008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2010/01/jan610-poems.html' title='Jan. 6/10 Poems'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-3222365823490619366</id><published>2010-01-07T09:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T15:47:38.172-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gospel'/><title type='text'>Jan. 5/10  Poems</title><content type='html'>Done For The Sake Of The Gospel &lt;br /&gt;Jan. 5/10&lt;br /&gt;My son, be strong in the grace and strength of Christ Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, hardships  will come and they will be tough.&lt;br /&gt;Stand with us as good soldiers of the cross,&lt;br /&gt;Stand firm in your faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may suffer for your faith,&lt;br /&gt;Even to the point of being thrown in prison,&lt;br /&gt;But even there God will be,&lt;br /&gt;He has promised to never leave you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's word cannot be imprisoned,&lt;br /&gt;So  endure everything that is thrown at you.&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of the people you serve,&lt;br /&gt;That they to may come to Christ.&lt;br /&gt;Pray.&lt;br /&gt;Lord, please give me strength to serve,&lt;br /&gt;In humbleness of spirit, all around me.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more, but that I fill a small place,&lt;br /&gt;And that you my Lord be glorified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glorify the name of the Lord knowing that,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is too small when done for the sake of the gospel.&lt;br /&gt;(2 Tim. 2:1-10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter C. Salmond&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-3222365823490619366?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/3222365823490619366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=3222365823490619366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/3222365823490619366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/3222365823490619366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2010/01/jan-510-poems.html' title='Jan. 5/10  Poems'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-1174853896976536729</id><published>2010-01-04T08:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T15:45:52.570-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='done'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='well'/><title type='text'>Jan. 4/10 Poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Well Done&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;One day our life on earth will be over&lt;br /&gt;That day will be the day&lt;br /&gt;That we will stand before our Lord&lt;br /&gt;The creator and maker of all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes that day will come when we will stand&lt;br /&gt;Before the throne of our God&lt;br /&gt;At the judgment seat of Christ&lt;br /&gt;Where we will meet His Son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face to face and we will fall&lt;br /&gt;In worship to the King of Kings&lt;br /&gt;Have I so lived that I would hear&lt;br /&gt;'Well done my son, well done.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="ctl00_cphPrimary_pnlContent1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enter into my rest this day&lt;br /&gt;For your service was done well down below&lt;br /&gt;So you will now hear a 'Well done.'&lt;br /&gt;When to heaven you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2 Cor. 5:1-11 and Matt.25:21)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Peter C. Salmond.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-1174853896976536729?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/1174853896976536729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=1174853896976536729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/1174853896976536729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/1174853896976536729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2010/01/jan-410-poems.html' title='Jan. 4/10 Poems'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-1094170790104221924</id><published>2010-01-03T14:10:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T15:44:29.413-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fence'/><title type='text'>From my Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bear - ling&lt;/span&gt; Down On A Fence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad was riding along towards home, enjoying the sun as it made a warm glow on his face. He was leisurely enjoying his ride home after a days work in the pasture. When out of the corner of his eye, he he spotted a big old black bear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sundering&lt;/span&gt; across the pasture, just a little ways up ahead of him. It took him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; a moment to think about it, or maybe he never thought about it at all, he just decided right now and then that he was going to have some fun, and give that old bear a run for it's money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the chase was on, he opened the horse up to a full run and before the old bear knew it, a horse and rider was tight on his tail. Which startled him, just a little bit, and he figured he had better head for the tall timbers before he got run right over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bears were such a common thing in our pasture those days, that most of our horses would run one down, if we asked them to. We were always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; as to how close we could get our horses to the back end of a bear, running at full speed when in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pursuit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad did not realize how close he was to a fence, and that it did not take him to long to cover the ground &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;separating&lt;/span&gt; him from a four wired fence and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;perimeter&lt;/span&gt; of the pasture. When he looked up, he all of a sudden realized he was approaching the fence very quickly, for it was less than a hundred yards &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of the bear, and he was less then forty feet behind the bear. At this point he realized there was no way that bear was going to be able to stop before it hit the fence, and was pretty sure, the bear was not even worrying about the fence being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad pulled his horse to a stop, just in time, to see the bear hit the fence. And hit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;it he&lt;/span&gt; did, at full speed. It was then he heard the wires &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;stretching,&lt;/span&gt; and breaking, and staples zinging through the air. It was also at that point he knew he had just created a make work project for himself and that his fun had just made it so that he would not make it home for a number of hours. You can only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;imagine&lt;/span&gt; what would happen when a 300 pound bear hits a 4 wired fence at 30-40 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;km&lt;/span&gt; and hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you guessed it, he was fixing fence for a while. But even though he had a quarter mile of fence to repair, he still figured it was a fun time he had while he was chasing the bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad always told a story so that I could relate and remember it. That was the neatest thing I remembered about dad, is that he could tell a good story. That is likely why I love telling stories myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-1094170790104221924?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/1094170790104221924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=1094170790104221924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/1094170790104221924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/1094170790104221924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2010/01/from-my-memories.html' title='From my Memories'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-1795571790324468046</id><published>2010-01-03T13:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T15:40:10.940-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pocket'/><title type='text'>From Mom's Note Book #6</title><content type='html'>The Cross In My Pocket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry a cross in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;A simple reminder to me&lt;br /&gt;Of the fact I am a Christian&lt;br /&gt;No matter where ever I be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little cross is not magic&lt;br /&gt;Nor is it a good luck charm&lt;br /&gt;It isn't meant to protect me&lt;br /&gt;From every physical harm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not for identification&lt;br /&gt;For all the world to see&lt;br /&gt;It's simply an understanding&lt;br /&gt;Between my Savior and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I put my hand in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;To bring out a coin or key&lt;br /&gt;The cross is there to remind me&lt;br /&gt;Of the price He paid for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me too, to be thankful&lt;br /&gt;For the blessings day by day&lt;br /&gt;And to strive to serve Him better&lt;br /&gt;In all that I do and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also a daily reminder&lt;br /&gt;Of the peace and comfort I share&lt;br /&gt;With all who know my Master&lt;br /&gt;And give themselves to His care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I carry a cross in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;Reminding no one but me&lt;br /&gt;That Jesus Christ is Lord of my life&lt;br /&gt;If only I will let Him be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I do not know who the Author is)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-1795571790324468046?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/1795571790324468046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=1795571790324468046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/1795571790324468046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/1795571790324468046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2010/01/from-moms-note-book-6.html' title='From Mom&apos;s Note Book #6'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-7495792155929666068</id><published>2010-01-03T08:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T15:38:30.347-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><title type='text'>January 3/10 Poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Widen My World&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, open my eyes that I might see&lt;br /&gt;Those around me that are in need&lt;br /&gt;That I would be your helper&lt;br /&gt;Lord, widen my world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help me be a part of the work&lt;br /&gt;That You are doing in the world&lt;br /&gt;Open my eyes to the world around me&lt;br /&gt;Lord, please widen my world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, give me eyes to see as You see&lt;br /&gt;Give me hands to serve others&lt;br /&gt;As you have given the example&lt;br /&gt;Lord, widen my world this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, give me a heart of compassion&lt;br /&gt;That I would share Your love&lt;br /&gt;To those each day I meet&lt;br /&gt;Lord, widen my world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I would look through the eyes of Jesus, I would see a needy world.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 28:16-20&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Peter C. Salmond&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-7495792155929666068?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/7495792155929666068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=7495792155929666068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/7495792155929666068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/7495792155929666068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2010/01/january-310-poems.html' title='January 3/10 Poems'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-1135924765018446755</id><published>2010-01-02T16:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T15:37:12.826-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveling'/><title type='text'>January 2/10 Poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Traveling Along Life's Way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="ctl00_cphPrimary_pnlContent"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I travel down life’s highway&lt;br /&gt;My Savior leads me on&lt;br /&gt;Down the winding pathway&lt;br /&gt;As I face another hard day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus keeps me day by day&lt;br /&gt;I walk with him and He walks with me&lt;br /&gt;Keeping me on the straight and narrow way&lt;br /&gt;In His will I will always stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I want to run ahead a ways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then the road gets more winding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet, from Him I do not stray&lt;br /&gt;For He is with me each day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has promised to never leave me&lt;br /&gt;Nor to forsake me&lt;br /&gt;Never to leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;He will be with me each and every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God’s presence brings great comfort along life's way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Ps. 25:4-10, Gen. 28:15, Heb. 13:5)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Peter C. Salmond&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-1135924765018446755?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/1135924765018446755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=1135924765018446755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/1135924765018446755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/1135924765018446755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2010/01/january-210-poems.html' title='January 2/10 Poems'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-2012871462325064642</id><published>2010-01-01T09:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T15:32:38.858-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>Poem 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Another Year At The Door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;January 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search God's word and find for yourself&lt;br /&gt;Hidden treasures and precious things in store&lt;br /&gt;Dig a little deeper, day after day&lt;br /&gt;You will be surprised as you find more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a miner digs for mineral deposits&lt;br /&gt;When all is said and done he finds ore;&lt;br /&gt;So as you dig into God's word&lt;br /&gt;You to will find wisdom three score&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search, and you will surely find&lt;br /&gt;Answers to your questions galore&lt;br /&gt;Treasures you will find, enriching your mind&lt;br /&gt;Thus to the future opening the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we enter in to 2010 a gift awaits&lt;br /&gt;What do we have in store&lt;br /&gt;Wait and watch for opportunities to shine&lt;br /&gt;You will be surprised, as to what crosses the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God’s rich treasures that are proven and true&lt;br /&gt;are there just waiting for you to explore.&lt;br /&gt;(Prov. 2:1-9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Peter C. Salmond&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-2012871462325064642?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/2012871462325064642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=2012871462325064642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/2012871462325064642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/2012871462325064642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2010/01/poem-2010.html' title='Poem 2010'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-7339178611941125063</id><published>2009-12-13T09:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T10:04:42.271-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loneliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>From Mom's Note Book #5</title><content type='html'>Intro by Peter Salmond&lt;br /&gt;This I believe will be very fitting for Christmas, because many people miss loved ones during this time, those from being separated by miles and those that are separated through death.  We must realize at all times that our life on earth is what we allow God to make of it.  He makes things so that...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIFE IS NEVER HOPELESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(taken from mom's note book)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is never hopeless,&lt;br /&gt;When there is someone needing you.&lt;br /&gt;Life is never futile, when there is something you can do,&lt;br /&gt;Or something you can say that will lighten someones burden&lt;br /&gt;Or brighten someones day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give away to loneliness,&lt;br /&gt;Depression or despair.&lt;br /&gt;Just because you find you have&lt;br /&gt;To face an empty chair,&lt;br /&gt;You need to put someone there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is full of people&lt;br /&gt;There is much for which to live&lt;br /&gt;Someone needs you.&lt;br /&gt;Someone one wants the things&lt;br /&gt;That only you can give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My thoughts on the Subject&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is a time to make new memories, with family and friends, we need to make memories that will count and linger in the minds of those we leave behind when we are gone.  Things that will last forever in the minds of future generations.  For me, Peter Salmond, one of the memories I have is Dad Salmond sitting in front of the Christmas tree on Christmas Morning and reading to us the true meaning of Christmas from God's word the Bible.  Luke Chapter 2, then we could open our gifts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-7339178611941125063?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/7339178611941125063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=7339178611941125063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/7339178611941125063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/7339178611941125063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2009/12/from-moms-note-book-5.html' title='From Mom&apos;s Note Book #5'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-4994589997186581447</id><published>2009-11-13T18:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T16:21:53.616-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cubs'/><title type='text'>A Joint Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The Cub Twins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to ride a lot with my brothers and my cousins, we did a lot of crazy things together. This time I was not alone. But that did not matter, it was no exception, whenever the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Salmond&lt;/span&gt; boys were out, they were out to have fun, no matter what they were doing. Well this particular day they were out checking fence and making sure we had no sick cattle at the lease land we used for pasture. When they just happened upon a mother bear and two cubs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bears were a pretty big problem to cattlemen those days, so cousin Henry took out his rifle took a bead on the old girl and let her have it. I’m sure he never got her with the first shot, but none the less, when the air cleared she was dead, and her babies were up a tree or two. Two little black bear cubs up a tree without a mother. What were they going to do? Number one, what were the cubs going to do, and number two, what where the boys going to do? They had gone and gotten themselves into a pickle. We may have been a trigger happy bunch, but no one wanted to shoot the baby bear cubs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their final decision was to shoot one, and take the other one as a captive, and just see what they could do with a wild black bear cub. Smart, maybe not, but it was a cool idea. So, they roped him, and pulled him down out of the tree, on the end of the rope, and tied all four of his feet together so he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; scratch anyone, and throw him onto a saddle in front of one of the guys. Then they all headed for home with cub package. Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cubby&lt;/span&gt; had a bumpy ride home, and he was about to start a whole new life on the Sampson Ranch. He had a small chain put around his neck at first, and then as he grew, a little bigger chain was put on, just to keep him from breaking loose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have to much of a hand in raising him, other than, when my cousins were gone away to the rodeos in the summer I would be asked to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;chores&lt;/span&gt;, and a part of those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;chores&lt;/span&gt; was, you guessed it, I had to feed the bear. By this time, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cubby&lt;/span&gt; was much bigger, and did not like being a captive in the least. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here was the way I had to feed him. He was tied to a tree on a chain that was about twenty feet long, so his life consisted of about a forty foot radius around the base of that tree. At times his feeding pail would be about ten feet or better inside that radius, and whenever a human came inside that radius, C&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ubby&lt;/span&gt; would attack them.  So I had to play a little cat and mouse game with him in order to get him fed and watered every day, whenever I was doing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;chores&lt;/span&gt;.  I would give him just a little bit of food on the side farthest away from the dish, which would keep his attention while I ran around the circle, snuck in up to the dish, pick it up and then run as fast as I could to get out of the way before he finished his snack and wanted to add me to it as well.  Once that circus was out of the way, then I could give him his water at leisure as he was busy eating his lunch I had just given him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, now he was getting too big and to hard to handle so what were they to do. He could not be just set free, for he did not have a clue what to do on his own out in the wild, so some hair brain idea had to be thought of.  Did I say hair brain, well here is what they decided, put him into an empty truck and nail him into a corner with a piece of plywood, put a load of horses in the rest of the truck and take him to the rodeo and find a new owner for him.  But would it work, yeah, someone, given the right deal, would take him off their hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it was, that a group of First Nation guys  did just that. They paid a small amount of money for the bear, bought 2 cases of 24 beer and gave the bear all he wanted to drink, got him good and drunk. Then, loaded him into the back seat of their car and took him home.  I hope he (the bear) slept all the way home because if not, I would think those guys had their hands full of drunk angry bear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-4994589997186581447?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/4994589997186581447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=4994589997186581447&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/4994589997186581447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/4994589997186581447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2009/11/joint-adventure.html' title='A Joint Adventure'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-6204757948932450064</id><published>2009-11-02T20:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T17:50:24.454-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom note book'/><title type='text'>From Mom's Note Book #4</title><content type='html'>The Sun Is Always Shining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we but look, we will always find&lt;br /&gt;That even the darkest day&lt;br /&gt;Holds a little ray of sunshine&lt;br /&gt;To guide us on our way.&lt;br /&gt;We can find it in a friendly smile&lt;br /&gt;Or in just a warm - Hello&lt;br /&gt;We will find it, if we are looking&lt;br /&gt;Almost every place we go&lt;br /&gt;And once we've found the little ways&lt;br /&gt;To let the sunshine through&lt;br /&gt;Will I find there to guide us&lt;br /&gt;In everything we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent to me from Pat S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-6204757948932450064?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/6204757948932450064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=6204757948932450064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/6204757948932450064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/6204757948932450064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2009/11/from-moms-note-book-4.html' title='From Mom&apos;s Note Book #4'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-7096303484929060407</id><published>2009-11-02T20:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T17:48:32.273-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom note book'/><title type='text'>From Mom's Note Book #3</title><content type='html'>What's a Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother is someone who knows all of our needs&lt;br /&gt;Our hopes and our dreams and desires&lt;br /&gt;With a genuine interest in all that we do&lt;br /&gt;Someone who guides and inspires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart of a mother is full of compassion&lt;br /&gt;Is generous, kind and forgiving&lt;br /&gt;The smile of a mother is loving and tender&lt;br /&gt;And it adds so much gladness to living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother is someone with infinite patience&lt;br /&gt;Who soothes all of our troubles away&lt;br /&gt;Someone with limitless faith in her children&lt;br /&gt;And a love for them day after day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother can make a home out of a house&lt;br /&gt;By being just thoughtful and sweet&lt;br /&gt;By her warm understanding and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gentleness&lt;/span&gt;, too&lt;br /&gt;That, makes life more rich and complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother is full of true wisdom and strength&lt;br /&gt;Of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;loveliness&lt;/span&gt;, insight and grace&lt;br /&gt;She's someone whose love we will cherish forever&lt;br /&gt;Yes, -- -- no one can take mother's place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-7096303484929060407?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/7096303484929060407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=7096303484929060407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/7096303484929060407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/7096303484929060407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2009/11/from-moms-note-book-3.html' title='From Mom&apos;s Note Book #3'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-6938705461302902080</id><published>2009-11-01T17:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T17:44:20.750-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom note book'/><title type='text'>From Mom's Notebook #2</title><content type='html'>Help Me As A Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lord help me to love and to support my children's father.&lt;br /&gt;- Help me not only to hear the words of my child but also his feelings.&lt;br /&gt;- Help me never compare my child with another.&lt;br /&gt;- Help me to allow my child to express the reason for his actions.&lt;br /&gt;- Help me in all that I do to be a good example to my child.&lt;br /&gt;- Help me to guide him in his relationships and to be loving and excepting of his friends.&lt;br /&gt;- Help me to be thankful for the way that you have designed my child.&lt;br /&gt;- Help me to strengthen my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;child's&lt;/span&gt; self image through praise.&lt;br /&gt;- Help me to take pride in meeting my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;child's&lt;/span&gt; physical needs.&lt;br /&gt;- Help me to guide my child in resolving the conflicts he will face in youth.&lt;br /&gt;- Help me to be consistent and fair in my discipline.&lt;br /&gt;- Help me to allow my child the freedom to be what you want him to be.&lt;br /&gt;- Help me in my business to hear my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;child's&lt;/span&gt; needs.&lt;br /&gt;- Help me to be supportive of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;child's&lt;/span&gt; interests and activities.&lt;br /&gt;- Help me never to expect more of my child then his abilities will allow.&lt;br /&gt;- Help me each day to remember my child in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;- Help me to instruct my child in your ways and to encourage him to see you as a loving Heavenly Father.&lt;br /&gt;AMEN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-6938705461302902080?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/6938705461302902080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=6938705461302902080&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/6938705461302902080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/6938705461302902080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2009/11/from-moms-notebook-2.html' title='From Mom&apos;s Notebook #2'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-1821627907198885616</id><published>2009-10-21T18:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T17:43:14.718-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom note book'/><title type='text'>1 Corinthians 13 taken from Mom's Note Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Love Changes Things&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather might be cold and rough&lt;br /&gt;The times be hard, conditions tough&lt;br /&gt;Most of us feel, we've had enough&lt;br /&gt;Love changes things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we at odd with spouse or boss&lt;br /&gt;The children cranky, baby cross&lt;br /&gt;Sleep does not come, we roll and we toss&lt;br /&gt;Love changes things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there effects from battle scars&lt;br /&gt;Inflation, turmoil, riots, wars&lt;br /&gt;Some things hurt, or bans and bars&lt;br /&gt;Love changes things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conquers&lt;/span&gt; pains, the woes and ills&lt;br /&gt;It helps in work and climbing hills&lt;br /&gt;Love leads to peace, to joy and thrills&lt;br /&gt;Love changes things&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-1821627907198885616?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/1821627907198885616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=1821627907198885616&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/1821627907198885616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/1821627907198885616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2009/10/1-corinthians-13-taken-from-moms-note.html' title='1 Corinthians 13 taken from Mom&apos;s Note Book'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-8671755073655415588</id><published>2009-10-10T11:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T11:34:00.093-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bears'/><title type='text'>3rd Bear Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Up A Tree and No Where To Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was very young , I started into the life of a cowboy. One of the things I really enjoyed was riding the range. Kind of like the fly, I was at home on the range. I know my kids would say, “Dad that’s so corny.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, I loved riding out, and checking fence, and checking the cattle, watching for sick ones or lame ones. Sometimes, from time to time, I would find a cow that had just dropped a new calf, and I would have the privilege of working with this small newborn calf. This always was a treat, the idea of new life always gave me a thrill. Today, I rejoice when I hear that someone is born new into the family of God, and have that exuberant new zest for live, as they start their new life in Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other things, I enjoyed about this, was riding alone in nature. The wind blowing softly through the trees, the birds singing their song, somewhere out there in the midst of the forest. It was so peaceful and quiet. It seemed at times, and many times it was, just me and God, out there enjoying His creation. That was a time when I felt very close to my God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, also, was a bit mischievous and I liked to have fun. One day, I was riding along in a patch of new land, the trees had been cleared away, and the new grass was trying to take ahold before the cows came and eat it off too short, or pulled it out by the roots. There was brush piles in long rows, and at times you would come upon a hole in the ground, where the roots of a tree had been at one time, before it had been uprooted during the clearing process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it was in one of these holes, that I spotted my fun for the day. It was a young bear, about two years old or so. He was down in one of those holes, getting a drink of water, left from a recent rain fall. His head was down and his tail up. It was then, I realized, he did not hear me coming, that he never had a clue that anything, or anybody, was anywhere near him. So I thought that I would give him a scare of his life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I brought my horse into a full gallop, and came upon this bear at a very fast pace. As I approached his drinking spot, I let out a blood curdling scream. Well, I had never seen a bear move so fast before in my life. He was off, he went from 0 to 50 miles an hour, in about two seconds flat. Making a break for safety, he headed straight for the nearest stand of trees. Then, aimed at the biggest tree, he made this gigantic lunge, landing on the tree at about six feet in the air. Then he proceeded up the tree with another five or six big jumps. Then, he turned and looked down at me as much to say, "Ha, ha, you didn’t catch me." But boy, was it close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed so hard, I could hardly stay in my saddle. He looked so funny hanging up in that tree. He was so scared, and little old me, had scared this ferocious black bear. Or, so I thought, at that time in my life. It was fun for me. And at the time, all I cared about was, that I was in control of the situation, and that I was having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was in control, and I was on the ground. He, on the other hand, was up a tree, with no where to go. But, I do realize now, that God was the one that had control, I was just a part of the big picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-8671755073655415588?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/8671755073655415588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=8671755073655415588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/8671755073655415588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/8671755073655415588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2009/10/3rd-bear-story.html' title='3rd Bear Story'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-6901940288371716777</id><published>2009-10-10T11:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T11:15:00.087-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bears'/><title type='text'>Another Bear story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barely Prepared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You may not believe this, but one year on my dad’s homestead, we had an oat crop that in places stood over six feet tall. That is until, the bears decided to invade the crop. I think we counted as many as 6 to 9 bears that made that little field their home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were poor those days, and we had been hunting bear for a while already, and we had run out of rifle shells. Then one day, dad said to my older brother Chuck, “Go and shoot at those bears again, and make sure they aren’t back in the oat crop. Take the old double barrel shot gun and use it. It should make enough noise to scare them away.” So my brother took the old gun, loaded up both barrels. He put extra shells into his pants pocket and headed away on foot, to scare or hunt bears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He arrives at the field and walks along the edge of the crop, up to a place in the field where, when working the field, we had to work around a willow bunch. As he walked around it now, he just happened to walk between an old mother bear and her cubs, who just happened to be there as well. They really startled each other, and the old she bear started her advance towards my brother, while he proceeded to bring the old double barreled shot gun into action. As he leveled the gun to his shoulder, took careful aim, and pulled the trigger, not realizing he was pulling the scatter barrel trigger. It goes off and only sprays the old she bear with pellets, and now, she is really ticked off, and continues her advance towards my brother Chuck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By this time, she was getting a little too close for comfort. So he pulls the trigger for the plug barrel and all he hears is a click. The gun had misfired. Without hesitation, he broke the gun open, the old gun jumped the unshot shell out of the chamber into my brother's waiting hand, which immediately latched onto it and slid it into the other chamber. Snapping the gun back into shooting position, cocked the hammer back. And now, all he could see of the old she bear, was tongue, teeth, and lips. So, in one smooth motion, he lowered the gun down, and pointed it right into her mouth and pulled the trigger once more. The old gun jumped into action, and the old she bear turned tail and disappeared, into the bush, following her cubs, who had been gone for a bit already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chuck never waited to see if he had got her or not, the minute she turned tail, so did he. I don’t think he slowed his pace once, he ran the whole half mile home, and never slowed down until he hit the front door of the house. Puffing, and very much out of breath, he tried to relay the story the best that he could. Well, that’s the way I remember him telling it to us. And I remember that as he came through that door, he was still as white as a ghost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-6901940288371716777?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/6901940288371716777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=6901940288371716777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/6901940288371716777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/6901940288371716777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-bear-story.html' title='Another Bear story'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-2315621039785979755</id><published>2009-10-10T11:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T11:05:58.436-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bears'/><title type='text'>Bears</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;When I was growing up we had many encounters with bears. I am not sure which one to start with but I guess the funniest and the scariest would likely be the best. There is actually two that come very close in this category, The one that I am going to start with I will call:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It Was Barely A Bear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This story begins in the fall of the year, very likely late July to mid-August, we, my brother Chuck and I, were out haying a fare distance from home. So we had taken our tent along, it was one of those big cabin type tents, that slept about six to eight people. So we had all of our stuff packed into the tent for safe keeping. Encluding all of our food, pots and pans, dishes and the works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had worked hard all day and we were very tired and had gone to bed at a decent time that evening to get a good sleep, so we could get a good start the next morning. We had to get repairs done to the machinery every morning, while we were waiting for the morning sun to burn the night dew off of the swaths of hay before we could start baleing again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our cousins were haying just across the road from us, but they were a little farther ahead of us and they were already hauling their hay home. They had taken a load of hay home, and were coming back to get another one, why they were hauling hay all night long I will never know. But they had stopped in town and had picked up some ice cream. Now you must understand, we loved our ice cream very much. It so happened that either they had bought too much ice cream and they couldn’t eat it all, or they were being nice and decided to bring some out for us. I'm not sure which.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it was 1 A.M. in the morning and we were sound asleep. So their way of waking us was very inventive. Roy, their hired man would act like a bear, and scare our shorts off and then they would give us our ice cream. Roy, being part Indian, could do a real good imitation of a bear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here’s how it all played out. Remember now we were sound asleep in a dark tent, but the moon was shining bright outside. Roy comes in towards the tent on his hands and knees, grunting like a bear, he feels along the side of the tent, until he finds where we have a bunch of things piled along the inside of the tent. With a loud woof, and a big grunt, he swings with all his might, smashing into the pile of pans and dishes, sending them flying all over the tent. You can only imagine our fright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This brought my brother and me, sitting straight up in bed, wondering what on earth was going on. Was it an earthquake or what? It was then, that we saw the shadow of the bear, big and black outside our tent. It was about that time, that he smashed his hand into our grub box, sending things once again, flying across the tent. I almost met myself coming back as I sprang out of bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By this time we were getting pretty scared. My brother reached over and grabbed the big butcher knife, that was in a grub box close by. Lifting it up over his head, he then turned to me and said, “Before I take him on with this knife, I am going to yell, and see if that scares him away first”. With that, he let the wildest, and loudest blood curdling scream I had ever heard. I don’t remember exactly what he said, but he said something that showed everyone on the outside of the tent that we were very scared. Whatever he said, made my cousin realize, that they might be in a dangerous situation, if we had a gun in the tent with us, because chances are, we could of shot first and ask questions later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At that, he, my cousin started to laugh, and then we were ready to kill them. As they came to the door of the tent, and saw my brother holding the big butcher knife, well, the little Indian went almost as white as one of us pale faces. Later, we had a good laugh about it and then, enjoyed some now very melted ice cream, but it still tasted good even in the middle of the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-2315621039785979755?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/2315621039785979755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=2315621039785979755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/2315621039785979755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/2315621039785979755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2009/10/bears.html' title='Bears'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-3380727771493767252</id><published>2009-10-09T20:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T10:25:57.170-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='threshing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sheaves'/><title type='text'>Just Face It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Thistles In The Face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again it was fall, dad was again doing the job he was supposed to be doing. He was hauling in the loads of sheaves, to the threshing machine, to retrieve the grain from them, and then, store it in a bin. My dad had been working hard all day, had put on quite a sweat. It was a very warm day in early fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was middle of the afternoon, and as dad was bringing in his load, he noticed the threshing machine boss was laying down beside the tractor, and was having a sleep while everyone else was working away running the loads of sheaves through the thresher. So my dad was kind of a prankster anyhow, so he looked back at his load wondering what he could do. When he noticed that he had a number of real thistle bundles on the very top of his load. Perfect, he thought, as I drive by, I will reach back with my fork, and dump a bundle off on top of him, that will fix him for sleeping on the job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as the front wagon pulled away, dad moved passed to pull into position so he could put his load through the thresher. And as he passed by the sleeping thresher operator, he reach back with his fork and rolled a bundle off. Well, you would not believe how good of an aim he was, as he looked over the edge of his load to see what damage he had done, he saw the bundle land right up side down and land right in the guys face. The thistle part of the bundle is what landed in his face. Boy, was he ever spitting thistles for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad realized that he had just better go about his business and not say a word, and maybe the threshing boss would just think that the bundle had fallen off on its own accord. Believe it when I tell you, that my dad was very happy, that is exactly what happened. The guy either knew that he shouldn’t of been sleeping on the job, or else he just thought the bundle had fallen off by it's self, because he never said a word about it. But he also didn’t sleep on the job right away again.&lt;br /&gt;So he might have had a hunch that maybe, just maybe, that bundle was helped just a little bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-3380727771493767252?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/3380727771493767252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=3380727771493767252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/3380727771493767252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/3380727771493767252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-face-it.html' title='Just Face It'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-3551643358045559331</id><published>2009-09-13T09:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T14:49:26.339-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuck'/><title type='text'>Chucks Life Stories</title><content type='html'>Taking A Fit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know this story real well, other than when my brother was little he developed this habit that if he didn't get his way or something made him up set, he would start to cry, hold his breath, turn red and then send himself into a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;convulsion. This caused him to fall to the ground, trembling and shaking and trying to get his breath back. This would scare our mother, and being a young mom at the time, she didn't know how to stop this ordeal from happening and was scared he was going to kill himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Well, this one day, they were all outside in front of the house doing something in the yard. It was during that time something happened to Chuck and he got angry at the world and went into one of his fitful rages, started to shake and proceeded to fall down on the ground in a convulsive state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Mom, ran towards him, I am sure wondering what to do this time, that might help her son get over this habit he had worked himself into. As she ran towards him, she saw the rain barrel full of water, just on the other side of him. So she bends down, grabs him by the heels, runs to the barrel and dunks him head first into the barrel of water, and then just as quickly pulls him out again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Well, guess what? When he came back out of the water, he had his breath back, you might say he was cooled off, but not only was he cooled off, he was also curred, because I understood that he never again through himself into a convulsive state, for the rest of his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Now, I do not recommend this treatment for all convulsive babies, but in an emergency, this one time it worked. The moral of the story, if nothing works, use whatever you have on hand to solve a problem that is worth fixing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-3551643358045559331?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/3551643358045559331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=3551643358045559331&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/3551643358045559331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/3551643358045559331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2009/09/chucks-life-stories.html' title='Chucks Life Stories'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-5625095430250283606</id><published>2009-09-13T09:16:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T15:10:08.608-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grumpy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thrashing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><title type='text'>Are You A Grouch</title><content type='html'>The Grumpy Old Man.&lt;br /&gt;Another threshing story for you. This story is told by my dad, about my dad and his days traveling around with the threshing crews from place to place each fall. It takes all kinds of men to make up a threshing crew. Some of them are patient and kind and there are those who try the patience of the rest of the crew. Some good and some bad. Those who can hold their temper and those who would lose it easily. There was good natured men and there was ornery men. This story is about a good natured man and an ornery man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was young at the time, good natured, but not yet to the place where he had very much patience. Also at that time in his life, he did not have the Holy Spirit there to help him. I can truly vouch for him that he later made that decision and he did receive more patience. I will tell the story as he was at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This takes place when dad was in his late teens, early 20's. He was working on a threshing crew including other members of his family. Also, a number of their neighbors were working with them. This thrashing crew would travel from farm to farm, threshing each other sheaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each crew had a threshing boss, he was the guy that owned the machine or had been hired by the owner to run the machine. Then there was the field boss, he looked after the loading of the sheaves out in the field. Then there was all of the hired hands, these guys came and worked all day hauling the sheaves from the field to the thresher with their own teams and wagons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these old guys was known as the Old Crank, or ornery as a she-bear with three cubs. He drove his own team, just as my dad was the driver of his own team. This old guy was never happy and was always getting down on the other teamsters, was always up-set and always getting on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everyones&lt;/span&gt; case. Not on their tractor (case) either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see it went something like this, All of the teamsters would head out to the field in the morning to get loaded, and the first one loaded would be first in line to unload. Each teamster was paid according to how many loads they hauled in a day. Each man for himself, they would let the team walk along the rows of sheaves and the teamsters would walk along side with fork in hand and put their load on. When you had on a load you would take your place on top of the load and head for the threshing yard. Most of the time there would be a long line up at the threshing machine. Sometimes as many as 5 or 6 wagons at a time. A lot of times the drivers would fall asleep while waiting, and after the wagon in front pulled out of the way, the next guy in line could be caught sleeping. Well if it so happened that Mr. Ornery was behind you, the sleeper, he would hauler and yell and really get on your case, until you woke up with a start and got going up to the feeder of the threshing machine. He would use cutting remarks like , “Come on you sleepy head, get your lazy butt in gear, come on I don’t have all day, get those old lazy plugs going before the sun goes down. Or do I have to come do it for you." And so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; would rant on and on, just grating on your nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad was one of the young guys that got railed on lots. Usually he would retaliate with a few choice words and then move up to where he was supposed to be, and get unload as quickly as possible, and then get on out of there as soon as possible again.  Then he would just carry on about his day, was the normal response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day as dad pulled up with his load he noticed that he was third in line. Just guess who was in second place?  Well, it was Mr. Ornery himself. Guess what? He was sleeping, as sound as can be and the guy in front was almost done. Dad sat there for a bit with the sun shining down nice and warm on his back, when all of a sudden he got a very bright idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quietly getting down from his load, he made haste in carrying out his plan. He went around his own team, past Mr. Ornery’s wagon load of sheaves and up to Mr. Ornery’s team. He ducked in behind the team and reached out quickly and with one swift movement he pulled the draw pin from the Whipple Tree and stuck it into the sheaves at the front of the load. Stepped back out and headed back to his own team, he mounted his load and prepared to carry out the rest of his scheme. He just sat and waited, watching very closely, for just the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lead team was now just finished and was pulling out of the way, and his fun was about to begin. Mr. Ornery’s team never moved. So dad yelled, "Come on, you old grouch, get those lazy old nags into place." The old man awoke with a start, planting his feet against the top of the front rack of his wagon and yelled at the old team, who in turn settled into their tugs. You can only imagine what happened next. No, I guess I will have to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old team took off, the pole dropped to the ground, the grumpy old man was not very big and with the weight of the team and with their strength, the grumpy little old man was seen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disappearing&lt;/span&gt; down behind the front of his own load,  being drug about fifty feet before making his feet again and getting his team stopped. Needless to say this grumpy old man was very quiet for a very long time after this. I'm not saying that dad was right in what he did, but he never had to listen to that grumpy old man any more.  The grumpy old man never asked and no one ever told who was the guilty party that pulled his draw pin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever become a grumpy old man, I would hope that someone would try and become my friend, and in so doing, maybe having a chance to take my grumpiness away. Helping me realize that the whole world &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t out to get me. That I could actually be someone who could be nice, if I really wanted to be.  In my dad's later years, I believe that is what he would of tried to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-5625095430250283606?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/5625095430250283606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=5625095430250283606&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/5625095430250283606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/5625095430250283606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2009/09/are-you-grouch.html' title='Are You A Grouch'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-5755973717497768332</id><published>2009-09-07T09:06:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T15:00:56.631-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laugh'/><title type='text'>The Heart Of The Matter</title><content type='html'>A Merry Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A joyful heart is good&lt;br /&gt;Like a medicine&lt;br /&gt;Soothing out the rough spots&lt;br /&gt;Soothing away life's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;woe's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing a light to the face&lt;br /&gt;Making it shine&lt;br /&gt;Let your voice be heard&lt;br /&gt;Dancing before the Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, laughter is good for the soul&lt;br /&gt;Bringing healing to the heart&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow may last for a night&lt;br /&gt;But joy comes in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True happiness is yours&lt;br /&gt;Just reach out and take it&lt;br /&gt;Then let it show on your face&lt;br /&gt;Don't walk around with a dim light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So laugh my friend laugh&lt;br /&gt;For we are laughing our way&lt;br /&gt;All the way to heavens door&lt;br /&gt;Where we will live forevermore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we have entered through........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Peter C. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Salmond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-5755973717497768332?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/5755973717497768332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=5755973717497768332&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/5755973717497768332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/5755973717497768332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2009/09/heart-of-matter.html' title='The Heart Of The Matter'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-6051174197400569165</id><published>2009-09-07T07:28:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T14:55:31.750-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='threshing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blower'/><title type='text'>Short Memory Not That Good</title><content type='html'>If you think you may have heard a story like this before, well you would be right, if you have been following my blog for a while.  This was one of the first things I wrote about.  Yes, this is the same story, sorry I forgot that I wrote it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is that, I haven't written about my memories for a while, well here it is again, and I personally will never forget it. Maybe you won't either after hearing it twice. I hope you enjoy it again as much as I enjoy telling it. Watch for more in the days ahead. New ones, for sure.  If this doesn't get comments, I guess nothing will.  (It's age, I think.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOWER, That’s His Name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the age where I don’t remember much about the threshing days, throwing bundles, filled with thistles and all. But this is a story that I will never forget. It was the day our cat Blower got his name. This was a very funny story, but believe me it was not funny for the cat. I am sure glad cats are supposed to have nine lives otherwise old Blower would have been a goner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, as fall was approaching, we needed to get ready for threshing time. So the old threshing machine had to be checked over from top to bottom, grease nipples had to be greased and all of the chains had to be oiled. Then finally, we would finish by running it for a while just to supple it up a bit and clean out it’s insides of all the chaff and dust and dirt that had collected over the year. Just to clean it up a bit more before the first threshing day came along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had brought a few sheaves in just to run through the system to make sure everything was working. I remember watching as my dad and brother pulled the team and wagon up along side of the old tractor we had on the threshing machine. Then, dad started it up, the old machine ground and squealed and finally jumped into motion. What a racket it made as all of the belts, chains, wheels, slates, cogs and paddles started moving very slowly. It was always a fascinating event in the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck was about to put in the first bundle and that was when, what I both seen and heard next will never leave my memory. It was a ball of fur, a grey hair ball, a chunk of gray mass, no it sounded like, and it was a cat. It came flying out of the blower spout where the straw usually came out of. But this time ahead of the straw came a cat, that had obviously been hunting mice inside the old threshing machine. He must have been sitting on one of the blower paddles, because he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;was not&lt;/span&gt; even hurt but I won’t ever forget the size of his tail. The hair on his tail was standing up all over his body and his tail was almost half the size of his body. He was flying through the air like a torpedo and if I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; believe it before, I believe it now, that cats always do land on their feet. He hit the ground feet first and moving very fast, never before or since, have I seen a cat move so fast. That cat no sooner hit the ground and he was off like a lightening bolt, streaking off across the yard. In about 2 seconds flat he went from the threshing machine to the barn, and I believe we never saw him for a number of days. When he did make his next appearance, he automatically became known as BLOWER the cat .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-6051174197400569165?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/6051174197400569165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=6051174197400569165&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/6051174197400569165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/6051174197400569165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2009/09/blower-thats-his-name-i-am-age-where-i.html' title='Short Memory Not That Good'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-6146815000565161111</id><published>2009-08-15T07:16:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T14:54:27.608-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>May I call you friend&lt;br /&gt;Come winter, spring, summer or fall&lt;br /&gt;A friend walks with me through them all&lt;br /&gt;So, may I call you friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I call you friend&lt;br /&gt;Come rain, wind, snow or hail&lt;br /&gt;A friend would walk beside me up every hill&lt;br /&gt;So, may I call you friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I call you friend&lt;br /&gt;A friend would face what I face&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they would do them all&lt;br /&gt;So, may I call you friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, I do not ask a lot&lt;br /&gt;But may I ask for at least one&lt;br /&gt;Or at most a few who would dare come close&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, may I have a friend so true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This friend or friends, I would ask&lt;br /&gt;That first off, they would be&lt;br /&gt;Loyal and faithful to You&lt;br /&gt;And then they would be a friend to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, may we begin a friendship&lt;br /&gt;Is the cost too high&lt;br /&gt;Death for the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Was what He was willing to pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start a friendship with me&lt;br /&gt;May I call you friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Peter C. Salmond&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-6146815000565161111?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/6146815000565161111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=6146815000565161111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/6146815000565161111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/6146815000565161111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_15.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-7769166356386440916</id><published>2009-08-12T21:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T14:53:16.159-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>Friend</title><content type='html'>What an honor to be called friend&lt;br /&gt;What a name to live up to&lt;br /&gt;To gain a friend you first&lt;br /&gt;Must be a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend will listen&lt;br /&gt;When my heart is breaking&lt;br /&gt;And will never blame me&lt;br /&gt;For having a problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend will stand up for me&lt;br /&gt;When an enemy attacks&lt;br /&gt;Taking the brunt of the blast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shielding&lt;/span&gt; me when I am weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend will rejoice with me&lt;br /&gt;When I succeed at a hard task&lt;br /&gt;But will also cry with me when I have failed&lt;br /&gt;Then lending a shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend is not afraid to give&lt;br /&gt;To me wise counsel as needed&lt;br /&gt;To keep me from making&lt;br /&gt;A fool of myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend will risk making me angry&lt;br /&gt;If the need arises&lt;br /&gt;In order to make things right&lt;br /&gt;A friend is a friend at all times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good, the bad, and the ugly times&lt;br /&gt;A friend will be there through them all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Peter C. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Salmond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-7769166356386440916?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/7769166356386440916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=7769166356386440916&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/7769166356386440916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/7769166356386440916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2009/08/friend.html' title='Friend'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-4565883559207034673</id><published>2009-08-12T07:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T14:52:13.259-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Revival Of The Heart</title><content type='html'>Fill this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;With an everlasting love&lt;br /&gt;Loving those at hand&lt;br /&gt;With your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, fill this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;That I might show that kind of love&lt;br /&gt;To those who need their souls rekindled&lt;br /&gt;With your mighty saving love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, fill this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;Rekindled, aflame, a burning from within&lt;br /&gt;A fire ablaze and hard to contain&lt;br /&gt;With a far reaching gracious love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill up my cup to over flow&lt;br /&gt;That I might be a harbor, a cove&lt;br /&gt;A resting place in a time of need&lt;br /&gt;Were the weary can drink in your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Lord, lift me up, let me stand&lt;br /&gt;Leading the way to your throne&lt;br /&gt;So many may come to the promised land&lt;br /&gt;Making these choices their own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Peter C. Salmond&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-4565883559207034673?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/4565883559207034673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=4565883559207034673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/4565883559207034673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/4565883559207034673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2009/08/revival-of-heart.html' title='Revival Of The Heart'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-8830021243595660634</id><published>2009-08-11T07:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T14:51:17.894-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Under His Wings</title><content type='html'>Under His wings, under His wings I rest&lt;br /&gt;It is there, I find refuge from all my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;My heart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hungrily&lt;/span&gt; turns to the best&lt;br /&gt;For under His wings it finds it can rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under His wings, oh, under His wings&lt;br /&gt;When this earth has no strength for my healing&lt;br /&gt;There I find comfort and strength through the tests&lt;br /&gt;For it is there under His wings I can rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under His wings, yes, under His wings I rest&lt;br /&gt;For my God holds me close in His arms&lt;br /&gt;As I lean on His everlasting breast&lt;br /&gt;For it is under His wings that I rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, rejoice always, pray without ceasing.&lt;br /&gt;In everything give thanks, for this is the&lt;br /&gt;Will of God in Christ Jesus for you.&lt;br /&gt;1 Thessalonians 5:16, 17, 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Peter C. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Salmond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first morning after I went to spend a few days with my oldest sister who was very sick and had just gotten home from the hospital.  I had some quiet moments and as I thought about this poem I had just wrote, I knew it was so true in many of my own experiences in life.  This became my prayer for her, that she too, would find her strength and rest in God, protected under the shelter of His wings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-8830021243595660634?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/8830021243595660634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=8830021243595660634&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/8830021243595660634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/8830021243595660634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2009/08/under-his-wings.html' title='Under His Wings'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-5899023804419511808</id><published>2009-07-23T07:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T07:48:20.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem From A Daughter</title><content type='html'>In a Note to HER dad a daughter, lovingly said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dad"&lt;br /&gt;There are so many great memories of good time we had when I was growing up&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm grown and have a life of my own now, I still cherish the memories of the good times with you.&lt;br /&gt;So much of how I live my life and of who I am today is a result of your influence.&lt;br /&gt;You've always been one of the most important people in my life.... and you still are.&lt;br /&gt;So, even though we may not spend as much time together as we once did, I want you to know that you're always with me, right here in my heart.... where you belong.&lt;br /&gt;Written by Larry S. Chengges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is her Fathers Response&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Daughter&lt;br /&gt;I too, have so many fond memories, of all the fun times we have had over the years, as you were growing up. But now you've done gone , and done it, grown up I mean. Making a life now of your own. But you can count on it, I will always remember those good times, I had with you. So much of who you are, has a lot to do with mom and me. As to how we lived our lives before you, and who we are today, will make a big impact on you in a very big way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always be my favorite daughter, yes my one and only. You were that then, now and always. Don't you forget it! So even though your not sitting on my knee, as much as you once did, I want you to know that there will always be a place for you there, on my lap that is. But where my heart is concerned, you will always be there. Even though we are hundreds of miles apart. You will be there where you belong, very near your daddy's heart. P.S. I love you. Written by your Dad with love on March 26/98&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-5899023804419511808?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/5899023804419511808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=5899023804419511808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/5899023804419511808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/5899023804419511808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2009/07/poem-from-daughter.html' title='A Poem From A Daughter'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-1637074781223311480</id><published>2009-07-20T20:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T07:28:35.958-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ram'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sheep'/><title type='text'>The Joke Is On You</title><content type='html'>I believe my Grandpa used to tell this story. It was about a sheep, a male sheep, or otherwise known as a Buck/Ram, I believe he especially was called a Ram, for a very good reason as you will see as I go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story goes something like this. A neighbor had a flock of sheep, in that flock was an old Ram, the owner had trained him to charge (ram) from the time he was a little lamb chop. You see the whole little game was to trick the lamb into charging, and then send him flying head over heels. He now was no longer a lamb, he was a full grown bald-headed daddy sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very funny peculiar sight to watch one of these fights. What was peculiar was how the fight happened and with whom. My understanding is that the fight went something like this. My grandpa's neighbor would get down on all fours in the middle of the barn yard and begin to paw dirt up over his back with one of his hand and making a deep 'baa'ing sound. Well,  making this charging stance would always get the old Rams attention and it would make him mad, after all he was the head sheep around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never ever took very long before the ram would hear or notice him, and without delay he would come a charging at his opposition who had challenged him. As the ram got with in striking distance the old neighbor would duck his head down to the ground, just in time so the ram &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;couldn't &lt;/span&gt;stop and every time the old ram would go head over heel across the yard. And every time he would get up shake himself off and go back to whatever he was doing before the fight began. But always, you could tell by his actions and the look on his face that he was saying to himself, “Some day, mister, some day, just you wait and see. I will get you back ” But Mr. Neighbor was so proud of his record, in all of these years he had never lost a fight. Everytime it went off without a hitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day in late fall, maybe around Thanksgiving an old friend of the neighbor came by to visit. He had been gone for many years and had come home for Thanksgiving, and had just dropped in, as the custom was back then. It happens that as they were 'chewing the fat', Mr. Neighbor asked, “ Have you ever seen our fighting ram?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No,” was the reply, “what does this ram fight with, another sheep, a dog or what?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Me,” said Mr. Neighbor, “come on out to the field and I will give you a demonstration, as to what my old ram can do, or not.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after coffee and cake, the two families took the team and wagon and headed out to the field. In the fall of the year the farmers always had their livestock out grazing on the stubble fields. After getting out there, everyone lined up along the fence to watch the show. Oh my, and what a show it was going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Neighbor crawled through the fence, and as he had done so many times before, got down on all fours and started his game. Got into a charging stance and started throwing dirt over his back, and made that gruff 'baa'ing noise down in his throat. Getting the rams attention was easy. The ram turned, lowered his head and charged without even thinking twice about it. He got within striking distance, Mr. Neighbor ducked his head as he had done so many times before, but this time Mr. Neighbor, jabbed a straw up his nose, something he had never done before. Mr. Neighbor threw his head back up, this too was something he had never done before, and never before had Mr. Sheep's head ever met Mr. Neighbor's head &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;either,&lt;/span&gt; so you might say that they were now going to meet head-to-head for the first time ever.  As was said before, THE JOKE IS ON YOU MISTER Neighbor. He who laughs last, laughs the longest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you can only imagine the rest of the story for there is really no words to describe it, how embarrassed he must have been with all of the spectators looking on. All I know is that I would not have wanted to be him at that very moment.  I believe for the next few days you might say he was a real Mr. Sorehead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-1637074781223311480?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/1637074781223311480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=1637074781223311480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/1637074781223311480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/1637074781223311480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2009/07/joke-is-on-you.html' title='The Joke Is On You'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-6136515596782684337</id><published>2009-07-09T21:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T13:11:20.270-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>The Submissive Wife</title><content type='html'>I’m not sure where this story came from but I heard it as a boy and I have never forgotten it. It’s a story told about a man who needed to fix the roof on his house. It needed new shakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now his house had a very steep roof, a man could in no way just stand up on this roof, he would need some assistance of some kind. He put it off as long as he could, but the little lady kept after him, finally one day early in the morning he decided to fix it, and have it ready for winter, while at the same time pleasing the little woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decided that his assistant would be his trusty old lariat and the bumper of the old Model T&lt;br /&gt;Car. With a couple twirls of the rope he proceeded to throw the rope easily over the peak of the house, tying the end still in his hands to the bumper of the car. Then climbing to the peak of his house he tied the other end around his waist.  Now he was safe and secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, with shake in one hand and hammer and nail in the other he began his days work. He was so pleased with himself, for by the noon hour, he was almost finished the near side of the roof, after lunch he would have to move the old car back over into the driveway so he could then do the far side next to the bush. As he was coming down for lunch he noticed that he was almost out of nails. But then, hunger over took him as he smelled the wonderful food cooking indoors, he forgot all about more nails.  He headed straight to wash up and then straight to the table, he was a hungering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not remembering again until he had gotten back up on the roof and had secured himself and started nailing away once again and then he remembered, "Man I need more nails." Not wanting to climb all the way down again, he moved over the roof to the chimney and cupping his hands together, he yelled down the chimney. “Dear, could you run down to the hardware store and grab another couple pounds of 3/4 inch coated nails for me, I want to get this done today and it sure would save me a lot of time if you could do that for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little lady, being the submissive wife that she was, said, “Sure honey, I’ll go as soon as I finish the dishes!" Five minutes later as she was leaving to get the nails, she hollered up at him, “I’ll be back as quick as I can dear." With that she jumped into the old Model T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she started the noisy old car up, she never heard her startled husbands' cry as she drove away. As he crested the peak of the house he gave one last desperate yell, but to no avail. He was dragged kicking and screaming all the way to the edge.  Then before she shifted gears into second gear he managed to jump or lung off over the edge by the help of the rope and the car, which was now picking up speed. Well, he managed to land on his feet and managed to stay on them for a little way, but his wife now gaining momentum, he lost his footing and down he went, as he was pulled down the driveway kicking and screaming all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little lady, with her mind set on the task at hand and the urgency of it was not looking back. Therefore never saw hubby lose his feet and that he had started to be a real drag at this point. About four blocks along her way she happened to look into her rear view mirror and couldn’t believe her eyes, what was her husband doing, being a tag along, then she realized he had no other choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly stopping she ran back to where her husband lay badly browsed and bleeding with a number of broken bones and many lacerations on his face and body, not to say anything about major road burn. She untied him and helped him into the back seat of the model T, she then drove him to the hospital, where he would spend the next two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he was in there, she had to finish the roof, also she had remembered what he had said about getting the house painted on the inside and out before winter as well. So she decided to surprise him and get that all done while he was away. So she set to work, for the next week and a half she was like a busy little beaver, painting all day long, cleaning the brushes out and then dumping the clean up down the outhouse hole. This went on day after day. It was oil base paint I might add. She had done a wonderful job and she was very proud of herself. She had it all done with a couple days to spare so that the fumes would be all gone by the time her hubby got home from the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day she left to go and get her husband, the fumes were almost gone, the house and yard were in great shape and everything was set. Oh, he would be so pleased with her. She was right, he was so happy, he loved her so much, there would be new rule in their house from this day forward, he said, "From now on there will be no more smoking in the house, we want to keep it smelling nice and new as long as we can."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that evening after he was settled back in his room, and was ready for night, he went out to make a pit stop before going to bed, and to have his evening fix. Entering the outhouse, he parked on the throne as he had always done, pulled out a stoggie and light up a match, lighting his stoggie he then threw the still burning match down the hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing the little lady heard was a very loud explosion and then a blood curdling scream and as she ran to the door she saw hubby rolling around in the grass trying to get himself unlit , and then he laid still, with only a few whiffs of smoke still sifting up from his motionless body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, she was on her way to the hospital once again, this time he had third degree burns of a different sort.  But still, even if she wasn’t nearby at the time of the explosion, well just the same it all happened by her hands once again. All because she loved him and was a very submissive wife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-6136515596782684337?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/6136515596782684337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=6136515596782684337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/6136515596782684337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/6136515596782684337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2009/07/submissive-wife.html' title='The Submissive Wife'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-6631482692838985484</id><published>2009-06-28T20:58:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T07:41:35.322-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poopy'/><title type='text'>A Muddy Day At The Corral</title><content type='html'>It was Spring, only it was miserably wet and cold, the corrals where a mucky mess and they only got worse as the day got longer. We were tired and the cows were getting very miserable and did not want to cooperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we worked in the corrals doing cattle we each had our job to do, that we were to do during that day like it or not. Mom was the secretary, as we needled the cows, read their tag number, screamed out the number above the bawl of the herd.. and then Mom, believing that she heard us right would then write it down in a record book .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place where she sat, was always nice and dry, but not always warm. In the little barn we had set up right close to the head chute where we would catch the cows so that we could do work on them. In the end of the barn was a window with a lid, which could be flipped up for such a time as this.&lt;br /&gt;Chucks job was to read the tag numbers, take off the horns, put the tag in if the animal didn't have one or had lost it, and do all of the heads up stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job was pushing the critters up the shut and playing around twisting tails and causing a distractions while Chuck done his thing at the other end. You might say I got the tail end of the deal. Many times I got my feet stepped on and sprayed with water mixed with a lot of other brown looking stuff. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;POOOOOp&lt;/span&gt;) One time in the spring I remember getting the brownish green stuff directly from the source. I had ran up behind her and kicked her in the bottom, I should of known better, that sure did get her going. If you know what I mean? Well she got going alright. With a long juicy squirt of poop right down the front of my unsnapped western shirt. You got it, it ran right down my bare belly, and you can imagine where else Yuk!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bubby&lt;/span&gt; would make sure the chutes were kept full. They were younger and always done what they could to help out. They were not very old, but even at their young age they could put in a pretty good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad always gave a hand where ever he was needed. Those years he was fighting cancer and it was tough on him and he couldn't do as much as he once had, but he was always there for us. He was our guide and teacher, he made sure we were taught so that we would know how to work so we could look after ourselves when he was gone. He never stopped pulling his load of the work and always joined in with our fits of laughter when ever they happened to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, like I had said earlier, things were getting pretty muddy around the old corral, and the old cows were getting tired of being pushed around. So things were getting a little tense. As Chuck let another old cow out, I pushed an old black Angus brute up the chute to the head squeeze, and with a rattle and a shake of the head gate, a clatter and a bang she was caught. “There you old cure”, I said, “that’s as far as you go for now.” As I gave her another big kick just for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it was Chucks turn, he could start his doctoring the old gal. But she would have none of it, she through her head this away, she through her head that away, she through her head up, she through her head down. But as I said, she was going no where special at the time. A couple of times she and my brother almost met heads, and once or twice she almost throw him off his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back in those days Chuck had a bit of a temper as did I, so watch out anybody or anything that was close by because there would be fur flying if you no what I’m a get-en at if anything got in our way. I was right there a watching close being yanked back and forth as I tried my distraction tactics, on the tail- end. I held onto that old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;poopy&lt;/span&gt; tail for dear life just a twisting and a shouting, not sure I was doing any good though. But what next? The old girl wend down on her knees and started to pray, and my brother by this time was every thing but......... Praying-that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop and let you know that the owner of the cattle we were doctoring was helping out as well, and watching all of the commotion. As this hole episode unfolded his eyes got bigger and bigger with anticipation as to what would happen next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden Chuck lost it and with a big swing of his foot and a scream that would of curdled milk, he kicked the old bag (cow) right squarely in the side of the head. As his big boot met her face a large piece of mud mixed with all of that poop and what have you, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fleeewwwwww&lt;/span&gt; off of the toe of his boot and went spiraling to wards that open barn window where our mother was setting keeping books.&lt;br /&gt;Just as the mud was passing through the open window, mother opened her mouth to yell something to Chuck, but you know what none of us are sure to this day what it was she was going to say. Because it was about that time that the spiraling clump of mud and all of it’s added ingredient entered mothers mouth . Well you have never seen anything so funny in all of you live long days. There was a spitting and a sputtering going on like you have never seen before. While she was spitting and sputtering, the rest of us got into one of those laughing spells, that is all of us, but the owner of the cow. He was as serious faces as can be, for a long time but when he seen no one else had stopped laughing, he to caught the bug and we all had another belly jiggling laugh. Including mom, she laughed too once she got the mud spit out all over the little barn walls. Let me tell you, that was one year we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t have to chink any cracks in that barn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the owner could not believe that mom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t mad, and there was no cursing or swearing going on at all, just a lot of laughing. He said, “ I have never seen such a family as this before. In most families this would have caused a big fight. But not you guys, you just laugh. Well none of us likely thought at the time as to why that was, but I know now it was because we loved each other and Jesus God’s own Son was very present in our home. So I know it was God who should have gotten the glory that day. It was because of the love of Jesus, that is why we are like we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it was almost dark when we finished that day and as we sat around in the little line shack that evening eating supper, the talk would very often go back to the not mud in the eye episode but to the mud in the mouth and we would all burst out laughing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We as a family had fun at what ever we done, whether it was work or play, mind you there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t much play so we just played while we worked. It was a lot of fun. There are many a story I could tell that relates to the corral at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Neeley&lt;/span&gt; Lake Co-operative pasture. Maybe as this book goes on you may just hear a few more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-6631482692838985484?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/6631482692838985484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=6631482692838985484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/6631482692838985484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/6631482692838985484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2009/06/muddy-day-at-corral-it-was-spring-only.html' title='A Muddy Day At The Corral'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-8091127033175530108</id><published>2009-06-07T09:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T08:28:50.279-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jump'/><title type='text'>The Barrel Jump</title><content type='html'>I was born when I was very young, and from that day on and before dad was the manager of a Cooperative Community Pasture, running about 1200 head of cattle every summer. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Neeley&lt;/span&gt; Lake Coop Pasture was where I got my cowboy training on the job. So because of that I started riding at a very young age. We had to ride every day in the pasture, checking the cattle for sickness and checking fences and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember riding with my mom the most, and with dad when he was able. Dad was sick lots those days and so never rode as much as he once did. I had two brothers and four sisters, I remember riding a lot with them as well. My oldest sister was away from home already so I only knew her by her married name and from going to visit at their place. My oldest brother and I rode and did the most things together, more than I did with the girls. But even when my youngest brother came along I even got to ride with him a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I told you all of this to tell you that it was from these experiences together that these following stories derive from. After riding so many miles together and experiencing many adventures together, I figure a fellow should have just a few stories to tell. So the first one is one that I will call...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BARREL JUMP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were members of a 4-H club and we trained our horses to do different activities in our spare fun time. One of those activities was teaching them to jump over things. One of the things we had them jumping was two 45 gallon drums sitting on the end with a pole across between them. On this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;particular&lt;/span&gt; day my eldest brother Chuck was riding his horse Chub and I was riding old Shorty, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Meachy&lt;/span&gt; was riding Dusty, Charlie was riding Skip, Marbles was riding Rudy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bubby&lt;/span&gt; was riding on Socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all having a ball trying to get our horses to jump over all of the different &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;obstacle's&lt;/span&gt; we had set up. All of the horses were doing really good on all of the jumps, except for mine, every time I came to the barrel jump he would, instead of jumping it, dodge it and would almost dump me off on my head. This had happened a number of times and I was getting very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;frustrated&lt;/span&gt; with him, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; Chuck said, "Get off the old brute and let me see what I can do with him." After all big brothers could do anything, so he would make him jump it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got off and he got on, and was going to attempt to have Shorty jump over the barrels this time and not around them. Now you have to get the picture here a bit before I go on, my older brother is eight years older than me, he is taller and has longer legs, he is in his twenties and I am not quite a teen yet. Get the picture - long legs, short &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;stirrups&lt;/span&gt;. Well, needless to say he didn't take the time to lengthen the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;stirrups&lt;/span&gt;, there he was perched up on Shorty like a jockey, ready for the half mile open and was about to make him jump close to a four foot jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck rode out a little ways, back from the barrels and turned his mount around and charged full speed towards the barrel jump. He was fully expecting Shorty to dodge around the jump as he had done with me so many time before. So Chuck now poised and ready was he for the steed to bolt when to his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; he did not, instead he arose to the challenge and jumped that pole that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of him, but Chuck even jumped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;higher&lt;/span&gt; than Shorty did, for as Shorty lunged over the pole, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Chuck&lt;/span&gt; arose from the saddle and went as high as his little short &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;stirrups&lt;/span&gt; would let him go and then came down head first over the head of his mount, Chuck landed and rolled first and then Shorty landed a second later, missing Chuck as he went rolling across the ground out of harms way, away from the pounding hooves of the steed he was riding. You had to be there to see how funny it looked, he was like a large frog being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hurled&lt;/span&gt; through the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I had ever seen dad laugh so hard, well he laughed so hard that he sat down on the ground and just hooted and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hollered&lt;/span&gt; and the rest of us joined in. No man or animal was hurt in this altercation, just Chucks pride was hurt a little, but proud of the fact that he did get the old horse to make a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt; j&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ump&lt;/span&gt; in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember if I personally ever got that horse to jump over that jump again or not, but I can only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;imagine&lt;/span&gt; that I did because we didn't hardly ever stop trying until we succeeded in what we had started out attempting to do. I also know that I taught a lot more of our horses to jump and had a lot of fun doing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-8091127033175530108?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/8091127033175530108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=8091127033175530108&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/8091127033175530108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/8091127033175530108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2009/06/barrel-jump.html' title='The Barrel Jump'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-7815055762227923460</id><published>2009-06-06T21:34:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T08:19:36.703-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handyman'/><title type='text'>A Day In the Life Of A Handyman</title><content type='html'>The morning actually went pretty good, finished up the tub surround in the trailer I was working at, repaired the step and then started on the toilet and the shower it's self. That's when everything fell apart and nothing worked out, so at the end of the day I had the toilet fixed, I think, and the plumbing all taken apart, ready to start putting the new shower fittings in, but that will have to wait until Monday morning, then it will be a new day and the start of a new week. It will all go better then, I'm sure. But today was a very long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly wait until Wednesday, we are taking a few days off and going to visit our grandchildren in Albert, oh yeah, our daugher and son-in-law live there too, I guess we will visit with them too. lol, I am looking forward to seeing all of them, and to a change of pace and hopefully a little bit of a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our reno's here at home have slowed to a snails pace, another couple of evenings and I should have the first half of the baseboards on. Then to cut and fit the last half, then a second coat of paint and finally the last and final fitting with touch up painting to make the project complete. Maybe by the end of June we will be almost back to normal around our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow it has been an interesting day.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, invite a friend to church and just see what might happen. I did and he has now been there two Sundays in a row. "Our God is an awesome God." Come on now sing it. I can just hear you now, you have it stuck in your head and you will be singing for the next couple of days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-7815055762227923460?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/7815055762227923460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=7815055762227923460&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/7815055762227923460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/7815055762227923460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-in-life-of-handyman.html' title='A Day In the Life Of A Handyman'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-8735087864627748307</id><published>2009-06-01T22:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T08:16:19.183-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross roads'/><title type='text'>KO by a Friend</title><content type='html'>May 31, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came over a hill along the road and walking along the side of the road was a man.  He was carrying two hockey sticks and a backpack.  He was hoping for a ride,  so as I often do when I am traveling alone  I stopped, and pick him up as I have done with many other young men over the years.  It wasn't long before I found that this young fellow was hurting from the paths he had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chosen&lt;/span&gt; in his life.  He had been KO by a f&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;riend&lt;/span&gt; at a nightclub the night before, in a town where they had been playing a floor hockey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tournament&lt;/span&gt;, so because of that fight he'd had enough and decided to walk home.  This was the plan the Lord had in mind for him that day. So Him and I would have a chance to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning and I am on my way to a nearby town to preach that bright sunny Sunday morning.  God knew I would still make it to the Church in time, even if I did stop to help this young man along the way.  I found that he wanted to talk and ask questions about life.  He said, "I am at a fork in the road and I have to make a choice, either I go the way of my ancestors or I go God's way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His question basically was this, how can I be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Scottish&lt;/span&gt; (or what ever race/nation you want to put in there) and Christian at the same time?  If I follow God, will I have to give up who I am as a person?  My answer was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; not, you may have to let go of some of the things you do, and your friends will likely change some what, but God only wants you to be able to find out who you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; are.  He wants to make you better, and stronger as a person.  God has a plan for your life, it is our job to walk in it.  This begins by having a personal relationship with Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He struggled with life and all of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;obstacles&lt;/span&gt; his enemy the devil places in his path.  How do I say no to the devil? Just pray, when you know he is tempting you, pray harder.  The devil can't stand it when we ask Jesus to come into our situation, for he cannot stand to be in the presence of Jesus.  Then Jesus will give us the strength to say no, because as a child of the King you have access to the throne of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question to this young man and to you, are you at a cross roads in your life?  Then pray, read God's word and seek Him, and He will help you chose the right path for your life.  He will never leave you nor forsake you, He will always be by your side.  All you need to do is reach out to Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-8735087864627748307?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/8735087864627748307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=8735087864627748307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/8735087864627748307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/8735087864627748307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_01.html' title='KO by a Friend'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-4407428743263008476</id><published>2009-05-31T07:49:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T08:10:54.322-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whine'/><title type='text'>Lord, Forgive Me When I Whine</title><content type='html'>My daughter wrote about being thankful for the freedom she has here in Canada, but also the freedom she has to make good choices that will help others and ourselves. As I read her blog, it reminded me of the above title. So below is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;article&lt;/span&gt; that follows it. With personal thoughts of mine inserted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, upon the bus I saw a lovely girl with golden hair, I envied her, she seemed so happy. When she rose to leave, I saw her hobble down the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aisle&lt;/span&gt;. She had one leg, and used a crutch. But as she passed, she smiled. Oh, my God, forgive me when I whine. I have two legs. The world is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Lord, I want to thank you, that I can still go for walks with my wife, and with my grandchildren romp and play. Oh yes, and I still can put in a full days work and get a full days pay. Yes, Lord with this author I must say, Please forgive me when I whine. For indeed the world is mine.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped to buy some candy. The lad who sold it had such charm. I talked with him. He seemed so glad. As I left, he said to me: "I thank you. You have been so kind. It's nice to talk with folk like you. You see," he said, "I'm blind." Oh, God, forgive me when I whine, I have two eyes. The world is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Lord, I want to thank you for my two good eyes. Your beauty to behold. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scenery&lt;/span&gt; that I have seen through out the years, has taken my breath away at times and those memories I have forever more. I have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of seeing the smiles on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt; faces as they play, oh to see that joy is really something to behold. Yes, Lord please forgive me when I whine. For I know that the world is mine.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, while walking down the street, I saw a child with eyes of blue. He stood and watched the others play. I stopped a moment, then I said, "Why don't you join the others, Dear?" He looked ahead without a word, and then I knew he couldn't hear. Oh God, forgive me when I whine, I have two ears. The world is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Lord, I want to thank you for two good ears. For each day that I awake, I can hear the birds singing in the trees or hear the honking of the geese over head. To hear the wind in the trees and to hear the water lap upon the shore. To hear the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt; laughter as the play with me, and hear them say, "Grandpa, will you come and play?" Lord, forgive me when I whine. The world is mine.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With feet to take me where I want to go, with eyes to see the sunset glow, with ears to hear what I would know .... Oh, God, forgive me when I whine. I'm blessed indeed. The world is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{With my feet to take me, my eyes to guide me, and my ears to listen with, I have much to be thankful for. Lord thank you for your many blessing, and forgive me when I whine. I am blessed indeed and the world is mine. All I have to do is step forward and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; it.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the inserts are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;written&lt;/span&gt; by Peter C. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Salmond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-4407428743263008476?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/4407428743263008476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=4407428743263008476&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/4407428743263008476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/4407428743263008476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2009/05/lord-forgive-me-when-i-whine.html' title='Lord, Forgive Me When I Whine'/><author><name>Peter C. Salmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05204566221046865932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvTgY2LXgm4/ShlNl0_f5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPhHFb9suU8/S220/Peter.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989454257988022517.post-1088398868926533313</id><published>2009-05-26T21:25:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T08:03:40.731-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenthood'/><title type='text'>Striving</title><content type='html'>"This is a trustworthy saying that deserves full acceptance (and for this we labor and strive), that we have put our hope in the living God, who is the Savior of all men, and especially of those who believe." (1 Tim. 4: 9-10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always enjoyed and loved spring, it is a time of growth and renewal, it's a time of new life and hope. My wife and I often go for walks together along an asphalt path along the North Saskatchewan River, the path starts just a block from our house, at times we have seen these little trees pushing up through the asphalt and reaching up to the sun. Those delicate little plants showed amazing power as they pushed past the heavy weight of the dirt and tar that stood in the way as they came out to greet the sun shinning down from up above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All through the 20 years of working with children in Bible Camps in the Yukon and in Saskatchewan, I have seen children who have managed to survive and even thrive despite the very difficult home life they came from. Alcohol, drugs, physical and sexual abuse and poverty due to gambling and so on, who are now dedicated Christians, because Christians who cared have planted their love into these little hearts, and they in turn have responded to the gospel of Jesus Christ. These children are those who have strived to reach out for God's love, and now they in turn are giving that same love to their own people and to everyone they meet.  I pray often that I, as a father, gave my children the desire to always want to reach out to God and His love, at all times not just in the tough times. My deep desire is to see this message of hope passed on to my grandchildren and on and on for many generations or until Christ returns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My desire is to renew myself spiritually each day, that my character will manifest strength to overcome the forces that get in my way of growing into the light of God's gracious love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I have fallen and made many mistakes, but each time I turn back to Him in repentance, I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;graciously&lt;/span&gt; forgiven. I serve an amazing God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989454257988022517-1088398868926533313?l=grampapeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/feeds/1088398868926533313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989454257988022517&amp;postID=1088398868926533313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/1088398868926533313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989454257988022517/posts/default/1088398868926533313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grampapeter.blogspot.com/2009/05/striving.html' title='Striving'/><author><name>Peter C. 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