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I was at camp this past week. When I got home, my mother told me that J.K. Rowling has told people that two of the lead characters in the books were going to die. J.K. apparently is fixing it that way so no one can go and write more books or harry potter storys (to all of us on fanfiction we all say LOL!) but any way I am soooo sad about it. I don't want harry to die, but I have a feeling that in order for no one to write another book or story, (LOL!) harry will have to die. I am just going to have to accept this as much as it pains me to do so. I think that harry will die. So if he dies (which he probably will) I ask this of you:

Now, I ask only one thing of you: Remember Harry. Remember him for his courage, his determination, his willpower. Remember Harry James Potter. Remember him. May he rest in peace.

Here is J.K.'s interview:

LONDON (AP) - Author J.K. Rowling said two characters will die in the last installment of her boy wizard series, and she hinted Harry Potter might not survive either.

"I have never been tempted to kill him off before the final because I've always planned seven books, and I want to finish on seven books," Rowling said on Monday's "Richard and Judy" television show.

"I can completely understand, however, the mentality of an author who thinks, Well, I'm gonna kill them off because that means there can be no non-author written sequels. So it will end with me, and after I'm dead and gone they won't be able to bring back the character'."

Rowling declined to commit herself about Harry, saying she doesn't want to receive hate mail.

"The last book is not finished. But I'm well into it now. I wrote the final chapter in something like 1990, so I've known exactly how the series is going to end," she said.

Rowling said people are sometimes shocked to hear that she wrote the end of book seven before she had a publisher for the first book in the series.

"The final chapter is hidden away, although it's now changed very slightly. One character got a reprieve. But I have to say two die that I didn't intend to die," she said. "A price has to be paid. We are dealing with pure evil here. They don't target extras do they? They go for the main characters. Well, I do."

Rowling is the richest woman in Britain -- wealthier than even the queen -- with a fortune estimated by Forbes magazine last year at more than $1 billion.

Whatever she writes next, Rowling is sure of one thing: It won't be as successful as Harry Potter.

"I don't think I'm ever going to have anything like Harry again. You just get one like Harry."

These are e-mails that were sent to me that I love.
I hope you enjoy reading them.

> God and the Geese > > There was once a man who didn't believe in God, and
> he didn't hesitate to let others know how he felt
> about religion and religious holidays. > His wife, however, did believe, and she raised their
> children to also have faith in God and Jesus,
> despite his disparaging comments. > One snowy Eve, his wife was taking their children to
> service in the farm community in which they lived.
> They were to talk about Jesus' birth She asked him
> to come, but he refused. "That story is nonsense!"
> he said. "Why would God lower Himself to come to
> Earth as a man? That's ridiculous!" > So she and the children left, and he stayed home. A
> while later, the winds grew stronger and the snow
> turned into a blizzard. As the man looked out the
> window, all he saw was a blinding snowstorm. He sat
> down to relax before the fire for the evening. Then
> he heard a loud thump. Something had hit the
> window. He looked out, but couldn't see more than
> a few feet. When the snow let up a little, he
> ventured outside to see what could have been beating
> on his window. > In the field near his house he saw a flock of wild
> geese. Apparently they had been flying south for the
> winter when they got caught in the snowstorm and
> couldn't go on. They were lost and stranded on his
> farm, with no food or shelter. They just flapped
> their wings and flew around the field in low
> circles, blindly and aimlessly. A couple of them had
> flown into his window, it seemed. > The man felt sorry for the geese and wanted to help
> them. The barn would be a great place for them to
> stay, he thought. It's warm and safe; surely they
> could spend the night and wait out the storm. So he
> walked over to the barn and opened the doors wide,
> then watched and waited, hoping they would notice
> the open barn and go inside. > But the geese just fluttered around aimlessly and
> didn't seem to notice the barn or realize what it
> could mean for them. The man tried to get their
> attention, but that just seemed to scare them, and
> they moved further away. He went into the house and
> came with some bread, broke it up, and made a bread
> crumb trail leading to the barn. They still didn't
> catch on. > Now he was getting frustrated. He got behind them
> and tried to shoo them toward the barn, but they
> only go t more scared and scattered in every
> direction except toward the barn. Nothing he did
> could get them to go into the barn where they would
> be warm and safe. "Why don't they follow me!" he
> exclaimed. "Can't they see this is the only place
> where they can survive the storm?" > He thought for a moment and realized that they just
> wouldn't follow a human. "If only I were a goose,
> then I could save them," he said out loud. Then he
> had an idea. He went into barn, got one of his own
> geese, and carried it in his arms as he circled
> around behind the flock of wild geese. > He then released it. His goose flew through the
> flock and straight into the barn -- and one-by-one,
> the other geese followed it to safety.
> He stood silently for a moment as the words he had
> spoken a few minutes earlier replayed in his mind:
> "If only I were a goose, then I could save them!"
> Then he thought about what he had said to his wife
> earlier. "Why would God want to be like us? That's
> ridiculous!" > Suddenly it all made sense. That is what God had
> done. We were like the geese--blind, lost,
> perishing. God had His Son become like us so He
> could show us the way and save us. > As the winds and blinding snow died down, his soul
> became quiet and pondered this wonderful thought.
> Suddenly he understood why Christ had come. Years
> of doubt and disbelief vanished with the passing
> storm. He fell to his knees in the snow, and prayed
> his first prayer: > "Thank You, God, for coming in human form to get me out of the
> storm!" > Merry Christmas!
> Don't forget Jesus is the reason for the season! --

>> > Each December, I vowed to make Christmas a calm and peaceful
>> > experience. I had cut back on nonessential obligations - extensive
>> > card
>> > writing, endless baking, decorating and even overspending. Yet, still,
>> > I
>> > found myself exhausted, unable to appreciate the precious family
>> > moments
>> > and of course, the true meaning of Christmas.
>> > My son, Nicholas, was in kindergarten that year. It was an
>> > exciting season for a six year old. For weeks, he'd been memorizing
>> > songs for his school's "Winter Pageant".
>> > I didn't have the heart to tell him I'd be working the night of
>> > the production. Unwilling to miss his shining moment, I spoke with
>> > his teacher. She assured me there'd be a dress rehearsal the morning
>> > of
>> > the presentation. All Parents unable to attend that evening were
>> > welcome
>> > to come then. Fortunately, Nicholas seemed happy with the compromise.
>> > So, the morning of the dress rehearsal, I filed in ten minutes
>> > early, found a spot on the cafeteria floor and sat down. Around the
>> > room, I saw several other parents quietly scampering to their seats.
>> > As I waited, the students were led into the room. Each class,
>> > accompanied by their teacher, sat cross-legged on the floor. Then,
>> > each
>> > group, one
>> > by one, rose to perform their song.
>> > Because the public school system had long stopped
>> > referring to the holiday as "Christmas", I didn't expect anything
>> > other
>> > than fun
>> > commercial entertainment - songs of reindeer, Santa Claus, snowflakes
>> > and good cheer.
>> > So, when my son's class rose to sing, "Christmas Love," I was
>> > slightly taken aback by its bold title. Nicholas was aglow, as were
>> > all of his classmates, adorned in fuzzy mittens, red sweaters and
>> > bright
>> > snowcaps upon their heads. Those in the front row - center stage -
>> > held up large letters, one by one, to spell out the title of the song
>> > As the class would sing "C is for Christmas, " a child would
>> > hold
>> > up the letter C. Then, "H is for Happy," and on and on, until each
>> > child holding up his portion had presented the complete message,
>> > "Christmas >> > Love."
>> > The performance was going smoothly, until suddenly,
>> > we noticed her' a small, quiet girl in the front row holding the letter
>> > "M"
>> > upside down - totally unaware her letter "M" appeared as a "W". The
>> > audience
>> > of the 1st through 6th graders snickered at this little one's mistake,
>> > but she had no idea they were laughing at her, so she stood tall,
>> > proudly holding her "W".
>> > Although many teachers tried to shush the children, the
>> > laughter
>> > continued until the last letter was raised, and we all saw it
>> > together.
>> > A hush can over the audience and eyes began to widen. In an instant,
>> > we understood the reason we were there, why we celebrated the holiday
>> > in
>> > the first place, why even in the chaos, there was a purpose for our
>> > festivities.
>> > For when the last letter was held high, the message
>> > read loud and clear: >> > >> > "C H R I S T W A S L O V E" >> >
>> > And I believe, he still is. Amazed in His presence...
>> > humbled by His Love...
>> > Blessing for this Christmas time and for the New Year
>> > to Come!

> >IT'S ONLY A QUARTER! > >Several years ago a preacher moved to Houston, Texas. Some weeks after
> >he arrived, he had occasion to ride the bus from his home to the
> >downtown area. When he sat down, he discovered that the driver had
> >accidentally given him a quarter too much change. > >As he considered what to do, he thought to himself, you better give the
> >quarter back. It would be wrong to keep it. Then he thought, "Oh,
> >forget it, it's only a quarter. Who would worry about this little
> >amount? Anyway the bus company already gets too much fare; they will
> >never miss it. Accept it as a gift from God and keep quiet." > >When his stop came, he paused momentarily at the door, then he handed
> >the quarter to the driver and said, "Here, you gave me too much
> change." > >The driver with a smile, replied, "Aren't you the new preacher in town?
> >I have been thinking lately about going to worship somewhere. I just
> >wanted to see what you would do if I gave you too much change." > >When my friend stepped off the bus, he literally grabbed the nearest
> >light pole, and held on, and said, "O God, I almost sold your Son for a
> >quarter." > >Our lives are the only Bible some people will ever read.

>> >> A mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer
>> and his wife open a package. "What food might this contain?" The mouse
>> wondered - he was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap. >>
>> Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning:
>> "There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!" >>
>> The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said,
>> "Mr. Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you, but it is of no
>> consequence to me. I cannot be bothered by it." >> >>
>> The mouse turned to the pig and told him, "There is a mousetrap
>> in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!" The pig sympathized,
>> but said, "I am so very sorry, Mr. Mouse, but there is nothing I can do
>> about it but pray. Be assured you are in my prayers." >> >>
>> The mouse turned to the cow and said "There is a mousetrap in
>> the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!" >> >>
>> The cow said, "Wow, Mr. Mouse. I'm sorry for you, but it's no
>> skin off my nose." >> >>
>> So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to
>> face the farmer's mousetrap alone. >> >>
>> That very night a sound was heard throughout the house -- like
>> the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey. >> >>
>> The farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught. In the
>> darkness, she did not see it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap
>> had caught. >> >>
>> The snake bit the farmer's wife. The farmer rushed her to the
>> hospital, and she returned home with a fever. Everyone knows you treat a
>> fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the
>> farmyard for the soup's main ingredient. >> >>
>> But his wife's sickness continued, so friends and neighbors came
>> to sit with her around the clock. To feed them, the farmer butchered the
>> pig. >> >>
>> The farmer's wife did not get well; she died. So many people
>> came for her funeral, the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide
>> enough meat for all of them. >> >>
>> The mouse looked upon it all from his crack in the wall with
>> great sadness. >> >>
>> So, the next time you hear someone is facing a problem and think
>> it doesn't concern you, remember -- when one of us is threatened, we are
>> all at risk. >> >>
>> We are all involved in this journey called life. We must keep an
>> eye out for one another and make an extra effort to encourage one
>> another. >> >>
>> REMEMBER: >> >>
>> One of the best things to hold onto in this world is a friend.

Read the following story that was sent to me and may it change the way
that you may think about prayer and also the way you pray. You will be
blessed by this.

A missionary on furlough told this true story while visiting his home
church in Michigan. "While serving at a small field hospital in Africa,
every two weeks I traveled by bicycle through the jungle to a nearby
city for supplies. This was a journey of two days and required camping
overnight at the
halfway point.

On one of these journeys, I arrived in the city where I planned to
collect money from a bank, purchase medicine, and supplies, and then
begin my two-day journey back to the field hospital. Upon arrival in the
city, I observed two men fighting, one of whom had been seriously
injured. I treated him for his injuries and at the same time talked to
him about the Lord. I then traveled two days, camping overnight, and
arrived home without incident. Two weeks later I repeated my journey.
Upon arriving in the city, I was approached by the young man I had
treated. He told me that he had known I carried money and medicines. He
said, 'Some friends and I followed you into the jungle, knowing you
would camp overnight. We planned to kill you and take your money and
drugs. But just as we were about to move into your camp, we saw that you
were surrounded by 26 armed guards. At this, I laughed and said that I
was certainly all alone in that jungle campsite. The young man pressed
the point, however, and said, 'No, sir, I was not the only person to see
the guards, my friends also saw them, and we all counted them. It was
because of those guards that we were afraid and left you alone.'

At this point in the sermon, one of the men in the congregation jumped
to his feet and interrupted the missionary and asked if he could tell
him the exact day this happened. The missionary told the congregation
the date, and the man who interrupted told him this story: "On the night
of your incident in Africa, it was morning here and I was preparing to
go play golf. I was about to putt when I felt the urge to pray for you.
In fact, the urging of the Lord was so strong, I called men in this
church to meet with me here in the sanctuary to pray for you. Would all
of those men who met with me on that day stand up?" The men who had met
together to pray that day stood up. The missionary wasn't concerned with
who they were, he was too busy counting how many men he saw. There were

This story is an incredible example of how the Spirit of the Lord moves
in mysterious ways. If you ever hear such prodding, go along with it.
Nothing is ever hurt by prayer except the gates of hell. I encourage you
to forward this to as many people as you know.

If we all take it to heart, we can turn this world toward God once
again. As the above true story clearly illustrates, "with God all things
are possible".

More importantly, how God hears and answers the prayers of the faithful.
After you read this, please pass it on and give God thanks for the
beautiful gift of your faith, for the powerful gift of prayer, and for
the many miracles He works in your own daily life... and then pass it

Who says God does not work in mysterious ways. I asked the Lord to bless
you as I prayed for you today. To guide you and protect you as you go
along your way. His love is always with you, His promises are true, and
when we give Him our cares you know He will see us through. So when the
road you're traveling on seems difficult at best, Just remember I'm here
praying, and God will do the rest.

> Happy Easter! > Edith Burns was a wonderful Christian who lived in San Antonio, Texas. > She was the patient of a doctor by the name of Will Phillips. Dr. > Phillips was a gentle doctor who saw patients as people. His favorite
> patient was Edith Burns. > One morning he went to his office with a heavy heart and it was because
> of Edith Burns. When he walked into that waiting room, there sat Edith
> with her big black Bible in her lap earnestly talking to a young mother
> sitting beside her. > Edith Burns had a habit of introducing herself in this way: "Hello, my
> name is Edith Burns. Do you believe in Easter?" Then she would explain
> the meaning of Easter, and many times people would be saved. > Dr. Phillips walked into that office and there he saw the head nurse,
> Beverly. Beverly had first met Edith when she was taking her blood
> pressure. Edith began by saying,"My name is Edith Burns. Do you believe
> in Easter?" > Beverly said, "Why yes I do." > Edith said, "Well, what do you believe about Easter?" > Beverly said, "Well, it's all about egg hunts, going to church, and
> dressing up." Edith kept pressing her about the real meaning of Easter,
> and finally led her to a saving knowledge of Jesus Christ. > Dr. Phillips said, "Beverly, don't call Edith into the office quite yet.
> I believe there is another delivery taking place in the waiting room. > After being called back in the doctor's office, Edith sat down and when
> she took a look at the doctor she said, "Dr. Will, why are you so sad? > Are you reading your Bible? Are you praying?" > Dr. Phillips said gently, "Edith, I'm the doctor and you're the
> patient." With a heavy heart he said, "Your lab report came back and it
> says you have cancer, and Edith, you're not going to live very long." > Edith said, "Why Will Phillips, shame on you. Why are you so sad? Do you
> think God makes mistakes? You have just told me I'm going to see my
> precious Lord Jesus, my husband, and my friends. You have just told me
> that I am going to celebrate Easter forever, and here you are having
> difficulty giving me my ticket!" > Dr. Phillips thought to himself, "What a magnificent woman this Edith
> Burns is!" > Edith continued coming to Dr. Phillips. Christmas came and the office
> was closed through January 3rd. On the day the office opened, Edith did
> not show up. Later that afternoon, Edith called Dr. Phillips and said
> she would have to be moving her story to the hospital and said, "Will,
> I'm very near home, so would you make sure that they put women in here
> next to me in my room who need to know about Easter." > Well, they did just that and women began to come in and share that room
> with Edith. Many women were saved. Everybody on that floor from staff to
> patients were so excited about Edith, that they started calling her
> Edith Easter; that is everyone except Phyllis Cross, the head nurse. > Phyllis made it plain that she wanted nothing to do with Edith because
> she was a "religious nut". She had been a nurse in an army hospital. She
> had seen it all and heard it all. She was the original G.I. Jane. She
> had been married three times, she was hard, cold, and did everything by
> the book. > One morning the two nurses who were to attend to Edith were sick. Edith
> had the flu and Phyllis Cross had to go in and give her a shot. When she
> walked in, Edith had a big smile on her face and said, "Phyllis, God
> loves you and I love you, and I have been praying for you." > Phyllis Cross said, "Well, you can quit praying for me, it won't work. > I'm not interested." > Edith said, "Well, I will pray and I have asked God not to let me go
> home until you come into the family." > Phyllis Cross said, "Then you will never die because that will never
> happen," and curtly walked out of the room. > Every day Phyllis Cross would walk into the room and Edith would say,
> "God loves you Phyllis and I love you, and I'm praying for you." > One day Phyllis Cross said she was literally drawn to Edith's room like
> a magnet would draw iron. She sat down on the bed and Edith said, "I'm
> so glad you have come, because God told me that today is your special
> day." > Phyllis Cross said, "Edith, you have asked everybody here the question,
> "Do you believe in Easter but you have never asked me." > Edith said, "Phyllis, I wanted to many times, but God told me to wait
> until you asked, and now that you have asked." > Edith Burns took her Bible and shared with Phyllis Cross the Easter
> Story of the death, burial and resurrection of Jesus Christ. Edith said,
> "Phyllis, do you believe in Easter? Do you believe that Jesus Christ is
> alive and that He wants to live in your heart?" > Phyllis Cross said, "Oh I want to believe that with all of my heart, and
> I do want Jesus in my life. "Right there, Phyllis Cross prayed and
> invited Jesus Christ into her heart. For the first time Phyllis Cross
> did not walk out of a hospital room, she was carried out on the wings of
> angels. > Two days later, Phyllis Cross came in and Edith said, "Do you know what
> day it is?" Phyllis Cross said, "Why Edith, it's Good Friday." > Edith said, "Oh, no, for you every day is Easter. Happy Easter Phyllis!" > Two days later, on Easter Sunday, Phyllis Cross came into work, did some
> of her duties and then went down to the flower shop and got some Easter
> lilies because she wanted to go up to see Edith and give her some Easter
> lilies and wish her a Happy Easter. > When she walked into Edith's room, Edith was in bed. That big black
> Bible was on her lap. Her hands were in that Bible. There was a sweet
> smile on her face. When Phyllis Cross went to pick up Edith's hand, she
> realized Edith was dead. Her left hand was on John 14: "In my Father's
> house are many mansions. I go to prepare a place for you, I will come
> again and receive you to Myself, that where I am, there you may be
> also." Her right hand was on Revelation 21:4, "And God will wipe away
> every tear from their eyes, there shall be no more death nor sorrow, nor
> crying; and there shall be no more pain, for the former things have
> passed away." > Phyllis Cross took one look at that dead body, and then lifted her face
> toward heaven, and with tears streaming down here cheeks, said, "Happy
> Easter, Edith - Happy Easter!" > Phyllis Cross left Edith's body, walked out of the room, and over to a
> table where two student nurses were sitting. She said, "My name is
> Phyllis Cross. Do you believe in Easter?"

New M&M colors

Pass this on to all of your friends. There are many women out there who have breast cancer. Lets do all we can to support this cause.

New Pink & White M&M's

The maker of M&M candies has teamed up with the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation to raise funds through the sale of their new "pink &white" M&M candies.

For each 8-ounce bag of the special candies sold, the makers of M&M (Masterfoods) will donate 50 cents to the foundation. The next time you want a treat, please pick up a bag (now sold in stores nationwide) - you will be donating to a great cause and satisfying your sweet tooth. Just think...If each of us buy one bag or two...

how much will be donated. Buy a bag for a friend...

Please pass on to all your family and friends. -- Thank you.

ONE. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.

TWO. Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their conversational skills will be as important as any other.

THREE. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want.

FOUR. When you say, "I love you," mean it.

FIVE. When you say, "I'm sorry," look the person in the eye.

SIX. Be engaged at least six months before you get married.

SEVEN. Believe in love at first sight.

EIGHT. Never laugh at anyone's dream. People who don't have dreams don't have much.

NINE. Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only way to live life completely.

TEN.. In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.

ELEVEN. Don't judge people by their relatives.

TWELVE. Talk slowly but think quickly.

THIRTEEN. When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer, smile and ask, "Why do you want to know?"

FOURTEEN. Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk.

FIFTEEN. Say "bless you" when you hear someone sneeze.

SIXTEEN. When you lose, don't lose the lesson.

SEVENTEEN. Remember the three R's: Respect for self; Respect for others; and responsibility for all your actions.

EIGHTEEN. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.

NINETEEN. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.

TWENTY. Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will hear it in your voice.

TWENTY-ONE. Spend some time alone.

> This is GOOD...I expect it back too! > > A simple friend, when visiting, acts like a guest. A real friend opens your
> refrigerator and helps himself. > > A simple friend has never seen you cry. A real friend has shoulders soggy
> from your tears. > > A simple friend doesn't know your parents' first names. A real friend has
> their phone numbers in his address book. > > A simple friend brings a bottle of wine to your party. A real friend comes
> early to help you cook and stays late to help you clean. > > A simple friend hates it when you call after he has gone to bed. A real
> friend asks you why you took so long to call. > > A simple friend seeks to talk with you about your problems. A real friend
> seeks to help you with your problems. > > A simple friend wonders about your romantic history. A real friend could
> blackmail you with it. > > A simple friend thinks the friendship is over when you have an argument. A
> real friend calls you after you had a fight. > > A simple friend expects you to always be there for them. A real friend
> expects to always be there for you! > > A simple friend reads this e-mail and deletes! it. A real friend passes it
> on and sends it back to you! > > Pass this on to anyone you care about...if you get it back you have no
> beginning, no end. It keeps us together, like our Circle of Friends. >

How many Christians does it take to change a light bulb? > Pentecostal:
> Only one.
> Hands already in the air. > Presbyterian:
> None.
> Lights will go on and off at predestined times. > Catholic:
> None.
> Candles only. > Southern Baptist:
> At least 15.
> One to change the light bulb, and three committees to approve the change
> and decide who brings the potato salad. > Episcopalian:
> Three.
> One to call the electrician, one to mix the drinks, and one to talk
> about how much better the old bulb was. > Mormon:
> Five.
> One man to change the bulb and four wives to tell him how to do it. > Methodist:
> Undetermined. Whether your light is bright, dull, or completely burned
> out, you are loved. You can be a light bulb, turnip bulb, or tulip bulb.
> Church-wide lighting service is planned for Sunday. Bring the bulb of
> your choice and a covered dish. > Nazarene:
> Six.
> One woman to replace the bulb while five men review church guide on
> lighting policy. > Lutheran:
> None.
> Lutherans don't believe in change. > Church of Christ:
> They do not use light bulbs because there is no evidence of their use in
> the New Testament. > Unitarian:
> We choose not to make a statement either in favor of or against the need
> for a light bulb. However, if in your own journey you have found that
> light bulbs work for you, that is fine. You are invited to write a poem
> or compose a modern dance about your bulb for next Sunday's service,
> during which we will explore
> a number of light bulb traditions, including incandescent, fluorescent,
> three-way, long-life, and tinted, all of which are equally valid paths
> to luminescence. > Amish:
> What's a light bulb? > I can do everything through him who gives me strength.
> -Philippians 4:13 >


Before U were thought of or time had begun,
God stuck U in the name of His Son.

And each time U pray, you'll see it's true,
You can't spell out JesUs and not include U.

You're a pretty big part of His wonderful name,
For U, He was born; that's why He came.

And His great love for U is the reason He died.
It even takes U to spell crUcified.

Isn't it thrilling and splendidly grand
He rose from the dead, with U in His plan?

The stones split away, the gold trUmpet blew,
and this word resUrrection is spelled with a U.

When JesUs left earth at His upward ascension,
He felt there was one thing He just had to mention.

"Go into the world and tell them it's true
That I love them all - Just like I love U."

So many great people are spelled with a U,
Don't they have a right to know JesUs too?

It all depends now on what U will do,
He'd like them to know,
But it all starts with U.

A friend is someone we turn to
When our spirits need a lift
A friend is someone we treasure
For our friendship is a gift
A friend is someone who fills our lives
With beauty, joy, and grace
And makes the world we live in
A better and happier place.
There is a miracle called friendship, that dwells in the heart.
You do not know how it happens or when it gets it's start
But you know the special lift it always brings.
You realize that friendship is God's most precious gift!
Send this to all your friends, no matter how often you talk, or how close you are, and send it to the person who sent it to you.
Let old friends know you haven't forgotten them, and tell new friends you never will.
Remember, everyone needs a friend, someday you might feel like you have

fi yuo cna raed tihs, yuo hvae a sgtrane mnid too
Cna yuo raed tihs? Olny 55 plepoe can.
i cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg.
The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy,
it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are,
the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae.
The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm.
Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef,
but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt!
if you can raed tihs forwrad it.


A good quote: by: lilend on www.babynamesworld.com I consider this a big compliment!

But I actually love discussing with younger people. For one thing, they'll be the adults of tomorrow, for another, I find it extremely comforting since those kids have been great at alleviating my fears. These very young people definitely have their own minds, and have shown quite an ability and desire to challenge ideas, theirs and others, to grow into the best possible adults. Kids tend to be a lot smarter and more aware of the world around them than most adults give them credit for, and some of them have already gone through life changing experiences.

I can't wait for July 13, 2007 Then, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix is coming out in Imax theatres!

Favorite Harry Potter quotes

"The Aurors are part of the Rotfang Conspiracy, I thought everyone knew that. They're planning to bring down the Ministry of Magic from within using a combination of Dark Magic and gum disease."
--Luna, Harry Potter & The Half-Blood Prince

"Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort. Remember Cedric Diggory." -Albus Dumbledore GOF

You two," she went on, gazing down at Fred and George, "are about to learn what happens to wrongdoers in my school."
"You know what?" said Fred. "I don't think we are."
He turned to his twin.
"George," said Fred, "I think we've outgrown a full-time education."
"Yeah, I've been feeling that way myself," said George lightly.
"Time to test our talents in the real world, d'you reckon?" asked Fred.
"Definitely," said George.
And before Umbridge could say a word, they raised their wants and said together, "Accio Brooms!"
Harry heard a loud crash somewhere in the distance. Looking to his left he ducked just in time -- Fred and George's broomsticks, one still trailing the heavy chain and iron peg with which Umbridge had fastened them to the wall, were hurtling along the corridor toward their owners. They turned left, streaked down the stairs, and stopped sharply in front of the twins, the chain clattering loudly on the flagged stone floor.
"We won't be seeing you," Fred told Professor Umbridge, swinging his leg over his broomstick.
"Yeah, don't bother to keep in touch," said George, mounting his own.
Fred looked around at the assembled students, and at the silent, watchful crowd.
"If anybody fancies buying a Portable Swamp, as demonstrated upstairs, come to number ninety-three Diagon Alley - Weasley's Wizard Wheezes," he said in a loud voice. "Our new premises!"
"Special discounts to Hogwarts students who swear they're going to use our products to get rid of this old bat," said George, pointing at Professor Umbridge.
"STOP THEM!" shrieked Umbridge, but it was too late. As the Inquisitorial Squad closed in, Fred and George kicked off from the floor, shooting fifteen feet into the air, the iron peg swinging dangerously below. Fred looked across the hall at the poltergeist bobbing on his level above the crowd.
"Give her hell from us, Peeves."
And Peeves, whom Harry had never seen take an order from a student before, swept his belled hat from his head and sprang to a salute as Fred and George wheeled about to tumultuous applause from the students below and sped out of the open front doors into the glorious sunset -OOP

If you tell them," said Ron, shoving the necklace out of sight under his pillow, "I - I - I'll -"
"Stutter at me?" said Harry, grinning. "Come on, would I?"
"How could she think I'd like something like that, though?" Ron demanded of thin air, looking rather shocked.
"Well, think back," said Harry. "Have you ever let it slip that you'd like to go out in public with the words 'My Sweetheart' round your neck?" -HBP

You'd think people had better things to gossip about," said Ginny as she sat on the common room floor, leaning against Harry's legs and reading the Daily Prophet. "Three Dementor attacks in a week, and all Romilda Vane does is ask me if it's true you've got a Hippogriff tattooed across your chest."
Ron and Hermione both roared with laughter. Harry ignored them.
"What did you tell her?"
"I told her it's a Hungarian Horntail," said Ginny, turning a page of the newspaper idly. "Much more macho."
"Thanks," said Harry, grinning. 'And what did you tell her Ron's got?"
"A Pygmy Puff, but I didn't say where -HBP

And that's Smith of Hufflepuff with the Quaffle," said a dreamy voice, echoing over the grounds. "He did the commentary last time, of course, and Ginny Weasley flew into him, I think probably on purpose, it looked like it. Smith was being quite rude about Gryffindor, I expect he regrets that now he's playing them - oh, look, he's lost the Quaffle. Ginny took it from him. I do like her, she's very nice..." Luna Lovegood -HBP

HARRY-"Er-well-ghosts are transparent-" he said.
SNAPE-"Oh, very good," interrupted Snape, his lip curling. "Yes, it is easy to see that nearly six years of magical education have not been wasted on you, Potter. Ghosts are transparent."


RON --"When we come face-to-face with one down a dark alley, we're going to be having a look to see if it's solid, aren't we? We're not going to be asking, 'Excuse me, are you the imprint of a departed soul? -HBP

Mr. Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, andbegs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business."
Snape froze. Harry stared, dumbstruck, at the message. But the map didn't stop there. More writing was appearing beneath the first.
"Mr. Prongs agrees with Mr. Moony, and would like to add that Professor Snape is an ugly git."
It would have been funny if the situation hadn't been so serious. And there was more...
"Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor."
Harry closed his eyes in horror. When he'd opened them, the map had had its last word.
"Mr. Wormtail bids Professor Snape good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slimeball-POA

"So light a fire!" Harry choked.
"Yes...of course...but there's no wood!" Hermione cried, wringing her hands.

Favorite non Harry Potter quotes:

And above all, watch with glittering eyes the world around you. Because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who do not believe in magic will never find it. -Roald Dahl

" Don't let your character get camouflaged with your environment. Find who you are and let it stay its true colors." -Rachel Joy Scott August 5,1981-April 20,1999

" I will not be labeled as average." -Rachel Joy Scott August 5,1981-April 20,1999

Sing like no one's listening, dance like no one's watching, love like you've never been hurt, and live like there's no tomorrow

A good friend helps you up when you fall. A best friend laughs at you and trips you again.

I'm the kind of girl who will burst out laughing in a room full of silence, over something that happened yesterday

A conversation that happened at camp:

Me: Anna, why are you wearing a duct tape anklet?

Anna: Because it is tacky and cool

Me: Oh, awesome!


Me: Anna, have you read your care note from me yet?

Anna: No, not yet hold on let me read it.

Anna (reading) : Anna, You're a great friend, have a great summer. Love, Marissa

P.S. "Because duct tape anklets are tacky and cool!"

Don't ya just love that quote!

I now have a new alltime favorite story on fanfiction it is called Harry Potter and the Final Battle and it is exactly how i want things to work out in the series please H/G, R/H, N/L, shippers i urge you to read this story you wont regret it it is the best! it is on my favorites list and the author, werforpsu, is on my fav. authors list.

Hey people here is a biography on me umm my name is Marissa I am thirteen. My birthday ison May 9. well here are some things about myself:

Favorite Books -Harry Potter Series, and Gone With the Wind

Favorite Movie -HarryPotter and the Prisonerof Azkaban

Favorite Saying -"crap"

Favorite Bible Verse -John 3:16 (For Godso loved the world that he gave his only begotten son that whosoever believeth in him shall not perish but have eternal life.)

Favorite Types of Music -Country Music, and Christian Music

Favorite Music Groups -Rascal Flatts, and Brooks and Dunn

Favorite Women Singers -Martina Mcbride, and Carrie Underwood

Favorite Songs -"Skin" by:Rascal Flatts,"Believe" by: Brooks and Dunn, "God's Will" by: Martina Mcbride, and"Jesus Take the Wheel" by: Carrie Underwood

Favorite Colors -Purple, Lavender, Pink, and Baby Blue

Favorite Food -Angel Hair Pasta Noodles

Favorite Coke -Dr.Pepper and Mountain Dew, and Orange Crush

Favorite Cousin -Danielle aka Danni

Best Friends -Stormy, Holly, Taylor, Maegan, Amanda, Katie

FavoriteOngoing Story On Fanfiction -"Maybe Something More" By: KaylaAyleen

Favorite Flower -Lilies

Favorite Chocolate -Hershey Bars (that's why my friends call me Hershey Bar)

Favorite Completed Story On Fanfiction -The Phoenix's Prophesy ( It rocks! I just wish she'd finish the sequal though!)

My favoriteships: Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione , Nevelle/Luna , Fred/ Angelina , George/Katie , Dean/Parvati , Seamus/Lavender

I have an annoying little brother named Nick, he is 10. I have 4 pets, a cat named Maggie, my brother's dog named Trixy, and two goldfish, Shianne,and Tiger.

I don't have alot of plans for my story, Harry Potter and the Final Year so I made that a oneshot telling how Harry gets out of the Dursley's.I am currently working on two storys.One that really is just about who marries who and what their children's names are- stuff like that and thenI am working on a story about Harry,Ginny, Ron, Hermione, and soon and so forth their kids at Hogwarts and how their kids have alot of adventures. The address that is on for myhomepage is my blog address. I will not read storys that have draco and hermione or draco and ginny or things like that unless they are very good storys, and are well written,so if you see a story like that on my favorites list, they are verygood storys.ta-ta I am off to read. - Harrypotterfreak93

Hey people I am finally 13 woo hoo! umm... I have another finished story on fanfiction. It is called Coming Home and it is by: Your Belladonna. it is on my favorites list on the pen name harrypotterfreak93 if you want to read, it is awesome!

well i gotta go ta-ta -harrypotterfreak93

p.s. yes, i know my profile is very very very long, but i love it anyway: )


- harrypotterfreak93 or HG-RH-fan93

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Harry gives Ginny an exchange diary, and they share it and their secrets with each other.
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