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Nevertheless, to be on the safe side, he replied to his tribe that the winter was indeed going to be cold and that the members of the village should collect wood to be prepared.  But also being a practical leader, after several days he got an idea.  He went to the phone booth, called the National Weather Service and asked, "Is the coming winter going to be cold?"

"It looks like this winter is going to be quite cold indeed," the meteorologist at the weather service responded.

So the Chief went back to his people and told them to collect even more wood in order to be prepared.

A week later, he called the National Weather Service again.  "Is it going to be a very cold winter?"

"Yes," the man at National Weather Service again replied, "it's definitely going to be a very cold winter."

The Chief again went back to his people and ordered them to collect every scrap of wood they could find.

Two weeks later, he called the National Weather Service again.  "Are you absolutely sure that the winter is going to be very cold?"

"Absolutely," the man replied.  "It's going to be one of the coldest winters ever."

"How can you be so sure?" the Chief asked.

The weatherman replied, "The Indians are collecting wood like crazy."





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You know me inside out, you know every
bone in my body;  You know exactly
how I was made, bit by bit, how I
was sculpted from nothing into
something.  Like an open book,
you watched me grow from
conception to birth; all the
stages of my life were
spread out before you,
The days of my life all
prepared before I'd
even lived one day.
Your thoughts -
how rare, how
beautiful!  God, I'll
never comprehend
them!  I couldn't even
begin to count them - any
more than I could count the
sand of the sea.  O, let me
rise in the morning and
live always before you!
Psalm 139:15-18
The Message





Never Alone

I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.
(Hebrews 13:5)

I'm never alone in the morning
As I rise at the break of day,
For Jesus who watched through the darkness
Says, "Lo, I am with you alway."

I'm never alone at my table
Though loved ones no longer I see;
For dearer than all who have vanished
Is Jesus who breaks bread with me.

I'm never alone through the daylight,
Though nothing but trials I see.
Though the furnace be seven times heated
The 'form of the fourth' walks with me.

I'm never alone at the twilight
When darkness around me doth creep
And specters press hard round my pillow,
He watches and cares while I sleep.

I'm walking and talking with Jesus
Each day as I travel along.
I'm never alone, Hallelujah!
The joy of the Lord is my song.

Elizabeth Osborn





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