【正文】 I came up with an idea. Bean39。t give money to panhandlers. So I shook my head and kept walking. I wasn39。s too much going on in the world and entirely too much activity all around me. Then it suddenly dawned on me. God was speaking to me the entire time I was attempting to be still. I remembered the music playing as I39。m trying God. I really am, I whispered. But you39。ve got to rest for a minute, I told my husband, Roy, as I collapsed into my favorite rocking chair. Music was playing, my dog and cat were chasing each other and the telephone rang. A scripture from Psalm 46 popped into my mind. Be still, and know that I am God. I realized that I hadn39。 Be Still With God By Nancy B. Gibbs All day long I had been very busy。t spent much time in prayer that day. Was I too busy to even utter a simple word of thanks to God? Suddenly, the thought of my beautiful patio came to mind. I can be quiet out there, I thought. I longed for a few minutes alone with God. Roy and I had invested a great deal of time and work in the patio that spring. The flowers and hanging baskets were breathtaking. It was definitely a heavenly place of rest and tranquility. If I can39。ve got to help me here. The backdoor opened. My husband walked outside. I love you, he said. I was wondering where you were. I chuckled, as he came over and kissed me, then turned around and went back inside. Where39。d begun my quiet time. He sent a sparrow to lighten my life with song. He sent a gentle breeze. He sent a neighbor to let me know that I had a friend. He sent my sweetheart to offer sincere sentiments of love. He caused my heart to flutter to remind me of life. While I was trying to count my blessings, God was busy multiplying them. I laughed to realize that the interruptions of my quiet time with God were special blessings He39。t prepared for a reply, but with resignation, he said, I really am homeless and I really am hungry! You can e with me and watch me eat! But I kept on walking. The incident bothered me for the rest of the week. I had money in my pocket and it wouldn39。s Cafe, the soup kitchen in Anchorage, feeds hundreds of hungry Alaskans every day. Why not try to get all my readers to plant one row in their gardens dedicated to Bean39。s program, Plant a Row for Bean39。t have enough to eat. Maybe then I will stop feeling guilty about abandoning a hungry man I could have helped. Beyond Expectations By Milt Garrett It seems a car dealership in my hometown of Albuquerque was selling, on average, six to eight new cars a day, six days a week. I was also told that 72 percent of this dealership39。 that is, the price on the window is the price you pay for the car. Period. You can39。re not bombarded with what I refer to as beyond eager sales people. I expanded my research to other dealerships in Albuquerque. It turned out that Ford Escorts, LTDs and Thunderbirds, as well as the Mercury Marquis, were also sold as nodicker sticker cars. As Bruce Sutherland at Richardson Ford said, We were losing our market to Saturn because of their pricing and salary policies. He also said, If we all did what Saturn was doing, we39。s my fifth anniversary of being cancerfree. She was diagnosed with breast cancer five years ago and had undergone surgery. I was stunned, partially because I was embarrassed that I had fotten, and, partially, because...well, it seems we spend all of our time earning a living and never stop to live our earnings. I mean, isn39。s information. I spoke to her tenderly. All day. I took her to lunch. I bought the lunch. It was a nice, intimate day. The next day, Monday, Jane went off to work teaching school. Still beside myself not knowing what to do to mark this special occasion, I did the most impetuous thing I39。t pick the color and I didn39。d still be available Wednesday at 4:30 because they were selling so fast. I said I39。m sorry, I fot I have to pick up something here for my Kiwanis speech next week. Jane had never been in a Saturn store. When we went through the front door, the Lord took control of her feet and her mouth. She saw that little white Saturn coupe all the way across the showroom floor. She quickly passed a multicolored sea of automobiles, sat in the little white Saturn and said, Oh, what a pretty little car. Can I have a new car? I said, No. Not until Charlie graduates from college. Our son, Charlie, was attending the University of New South Wales in Sydney, Australia (we call that out of state tuition). She said, I39。s celebrate life. From Milt, Billy and Team Saturn Every employee at Saturn of Albuquerque had endorsed the back of that sign. Jane saw it, screamed, collapsed in my arms and bawled her eyes out. I didn39。s impossible to have a lot of privacy when so many people are standing outside the showroom windows looking in. When Jane screamed and collapsed in my arms, I saw everybody outside applaud and begin to cry. Every new customer that came to the store in those minutes was not allowed to enter。s like Ken Blanchard says, It39。 the aunts would bring her home. As Margie sat in church that morning, she rehearsed in her mind over and over what she would say. She wasn39。t tell them, for it needs to be a surprise. Riding home with her aunts, Margie could tell they were speaking in low tones about her wish. She hoped that they would keep her secret. As the next Sunday came around, Margie was getting ready for church when Grandma asked, Why are you so fidgety? You haven39。s the pastor, and everyone from church is ing up the walk. The congregation arrived with coffee and cookies and cups and gifts. They sang Christmas carols and listened to the pastor speak on giving to others the gifts that God gives. Later that night, Margie slipped out the back doo