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And like Paul, in his letter to the Phillippian Church, wrote...

No, happiness is the uncle you never knew about, who flies a single-engine plane onto the grassy landing strip, hitchhikes into town, and inquires at every door until he finds you asleep midafternoon.

as you so often are during the unmerciful hours of your despair. It comes to the woman sweeping the street with a birch broom, to the child whose mother has passed out from drink.

But in the past few days I have been feeling things Id rather not discuss and dont want to write about. I may not post much for the next week or so I am off to LA 12-2 to see my Mom and dont know when I can get to a computer. Could be that I am just weary and need a few days to recover.

I feel like I have not so much something to hide but feel rather over exposed... I have been more physically active than I have been and while I like that, I am tired. For those that dont know one of the reasons that I came to the islands was to leave behind the allergies that caused me to break out in hives the size of dinner plates in a 6-8 hour cycle 24-7...

He was the driving force behind the development and sailing of the Voyaging Canoe "Hokulea" and therefore, close to my heart. I have begun to collect some objects that remind me of my Hawaii, especiallly the photographs that I have taken. Give thanks with a grateful heart Give thanks to the Holy One Give thanks because He's given Jesus Christ, His Son And Now Let the weak say "I am strong!

" Let the poor say "I am rich" Because of what The Lord has done! Henry Smith 1978 One of my mottos is "Cultivate a heart of gratitude." I try to be grateful for everything, even the stuff that hurts or makes no sense at the time, because it will eventually, I hope.

But I got quite enough to eat and it was lovely Today we are off to the Volcano Arts Center Craft fair in Volcano, for a bit of shopping.

Since everyone will be shopping their hearts out at Walmart, The store is closing... Monica bought me a book of prints by the Hawaiian artist and Historian Herb Kane called "Voyagers".

Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame, From everlasting Thou art God, To endless years the same.

Thy Word commands our flesh to dust, Return, ye sons of men All nations rose from earth at first, And turn to earth again.

A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun.

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