Lanascountry
12-23-2007, 10:56 PM
Have a blessed and wonderful Christmas!
We received this in our email and felt some of you might enjoy it.
It greatly moved us, and made us even more eager to reach out
to others.
Bless all of you with love, peace, and a abundance of joy and health
this holiday season.
Lana & JB
In September 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies
> and just 75 cents in my pocket.
Their father was gone.
The boys ranged from three months to seven years; their sister
was two.
Their Dad had never been much more than a presence they feared.
Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway they
would scramble to hide under their beds.
He did manage to leave $15 a week to buy groceries.
>
> Now that he had decided to leave, there would be no more
> beatings, but no food either.
>
> If there was a welfare system in effect in southern Indiana at
> that time, I certainly knew nothing about it.
>
>
> I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand new and then put on
> my best
>
> homemade dress, loaded them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and
> drove off to find a job.
>
> The seven of us went to every factory, store and restaurant in
> our small
>
> town.
>
>
> No luck.
>
> The kids stayed crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while
> I tried to convince who ever would listen that I was willing to
> learn or do anything.. I had to have a job.
>
> Still no luck. The last place we went to, just a few miles out
> of town, was an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in that had been
> converted to a truck stop.
>
>
> It was called the Big Wheel..
>
> An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out of
> the window from time to time at all those kids.
>
> She needed someone on the graveyard shift, 11 at night until
> seven in the morning.
>
> She paid 65 cents an hour, and I could start that night.
>
> I raced home and called the teenager down the street that
> baby-sat for
>
> people.
>
> I bargained with her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a
> night.
>
>
> She could arrive with her pajamas on and the kids would already
> be asleep
>
> This seemed like a good arrangement to her, so we made a deal.
>
> That night when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers,
> we all
>
> thanked God for finding Mommy a job. And so I started at the Big
> Wheel.
>
>
> When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and
> sent her home with one dollar of my tip money-- fully half of
> what I averaged every night.
>
> As the weeks went by, heating bills added a strain to my meager
> wage.
>
> The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons
> and began to leak. I had to fill them with air on the way to
> work and again every morning before I could go home.
>
> One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home
> and found four tires in the back seat. New tires!
>
> There was no note, no nothing, just those beautiful brand new
> tires.
>
> Had angels taken up residence in Indiana? I wondered.
>
> I made a deal with the local service station.
>
> In exchange for his mounting the new tires, I would clean up his
> office.
>
>
> I remember it took me a lot longer to scrub his floor than it
> did for him to do the tires.
>
> I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't
> enough.
>
>
> Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money for toys
> for the
>
> kids.
>
> I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting
> some old toys.
> Then I hid them in the basement so there would be something for
> Santa to
>
> deliver on Christmas morning.
>
> Clothes were a worry too. I was sewing patches on top of patches
> on the boys pants and soon they would be too far gone to repair.
>
> On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the
> Big Wheel.
> There were the truckers, Les, Frank, and Jim, and a state
> trooper named Joe.
>
> A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion
> and were
>
> dropping nickels in the pinball machine.
>
> The regulars all just sat around and talked through the wee
> hours of the
>
> morning and then left to get home before the sun came up.
>
> When it was time for me to go home at seven o'clock on Christmas
> morning, to my amazement, my old battered Chevy was filled full
> to the top with boxes of all shapes and sizes.
>
>
> I quickly opened the driver's side door, crawled inside and
> kneeled in the front facing the back seat.
>
> Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box.
>
> Inside was whole case of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10!
>
> I looked inside another box: It was full of shirts to go with
> the jeans.
>
>
> Then I peeked inside some of the other boxes. There was candy
> and nuts and bananas and bags of groceries. There was an
> enormous ham for baking, and
>
> canned vegetables and potatoes.
> There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and flour.
> There was a whole bag of laundry supplies and cleaning items.
>
> And there were five toy trucks and one beautiful little doll.
>
> As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose on
> the most
>
> amazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude.
>
> And I will never forget the joy on the faces of my little ones
> that precious morning.
>
> Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago December. And
> they all hung out at the Big Wheel truck stop....
>
> THE POWER OF PRAYER. I believe that God only gives three answers
> to prayer:
>
> 1. "Yes!"
> 2. "Not yet."
> 3. "I have something better in mind."
>
> Father, I ask You to bless my friends, relatives and email
> buddies reading this right now. Show them a new revelation of
> Your love and power.
> Amen.
We received this in our email and felt some of you might enjoy it.
It greatly moved us, and made us even more eager to reach out
to others.
Bless all of you with love, peace, and a abundance of joy and health
this holiday season.
Lana & JB
In September 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies
> and just 75 cents in my pocket.
Their father was gone.
The boys ranged from three months to seven years; their sister
was two.
Their Dad had never been much more than a presence they feared.
Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway they
would scramble to hide under their beds.
He did manage to leave $15 a week to buy groceries.
>
> Now that he had decided to leave, there would be no more
> beatings, but no food either.
>
> If there was a welfare system in effect in southern Indiana at
> that time, I certainly knew nothing about it.
>
>
> I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand new and then put on
> my best
>
> homemade dress, loaded them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and
> drove off to find a job.
>
> The seven of us went to every factory, store and restaurant in
> our small
>
> town.
>
>
> No luck.
>
> The kids stayed crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while
> I tried to convince who ever would listen that I was willing to
> learn or do anything.. I had to have a job.
>
> Still no luck. The last place we went to, just a few miles out
> of town, was an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in that had been
> converted to a truck stop.
>
>
> It was called the Big Wheel..
>
> An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out of
> the window from time to time at all those kids.
>
> She needed someone on the graveyard shift, 11 at night until
> seven in the morning.
>
> She paid 65 cents an hour, and I could start that night.
>
> I raced home and called the teenager down the street that
> baby-sat for
>
> people.
>
> I bargained with her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a
> night.
>
>
> She could arrive with her pajamas on and the kids would already
> be asleep
>
> This seemed like a good arrangement to her, so we made a deal.
>
> That night when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers,
> we all
>
> thanked God for finding Mommy a job. And so I started at the Big
> Wheel.
>
>
> When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and
> sent her home with one dollar of my tip money-- fully half of
> what I averaged every night.
>
> As the weeks went by, heating bills added a strain to my meager
> wage.
>
> The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons
> and began to leak. I had to fill them with air on the way to
> work and again every morning before I could go home.
>
> One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home
> and found four tires in the back seat. New tires!
>
> There was no note, no nothing, just those beautiful brand new
> tires.
>
> Had angels taken up residence in Indiana? I wondered.
>
> I made a deal with the local service station.
>
> In exchange for his mounting the new tires, I would clean up his
> office.
>
>
> I remember it took me a lot longer to scrub his floor than it
> did for him to do the tires.
>
> I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't
> enough.
>
>
> Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money for toys
> for the
>
> kids.
>
> I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting
> some old toys.
> Then I hid them in the basement so there would be something for
> Santa to
>
> deliver on Christmas morning.
>
> Clothes were a worry too. I was sewing patches on top of patches
> on the boys pants and soon they would be too far gone to repair.
>
> On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the
> Big Wheel.
> There were the truckers, Les, Frank, and Jim, and a state
> trooper named Joe.
>
> A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion
> and were
>
> dropping nickels in the pinball machine.
>
> The regulars all just sat around and talked through the wee
> hours of the
>
> morning and then left to get home before the sun came up.
>
> When it was time for me to go home at seven o'clock on Christmas
> morning, to my amazement, my old battered Chevy was filled full
> to the top with boxes of all shapes and sizes.
>
>
> I quickly opened the driver's side door, crawled inside and
> kneeled in the front facing the back seat.
>
> Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box.
>
> Inside was whole case of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10!
>
> I looked inside another box: It was full of shirts to go with
> the jeans.
>
>
> Then I peeked inside some of the other boxes. There was candy
> and nuts and bananas and bags of groceries. There was an
> enormous ham for baking, and
>
> canned vegetables and potatoes.
> There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and flour.
> There was a whole bag of laundry supplies and cleaning items.
>
> And there were five toy trucks and one beautiful little doll.
>
> As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose on
> the most
>
> amazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude.
>
> And I will never forget the joy on the faces of my little ones
> that precious morning.
>
> Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago December. And
> they all hung out at the Big Wheel truck stop....
>
> THE POWER OF PRAYER. I believe that God only gives three answers
> to prayer:
>
> 1. "Yes!"
> 2. "Not yet."
> 3. "I have something better in mind."
>
> Father, I ask You to bless my friends, relatives and email
> buddies reading this right now. Show them a new revelation of
> Your love and power.
> Amen.