<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762275645727044384</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:50:57.374-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On Cue</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anncue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762275645727044384/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anncue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04688502177513773822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7XH4Sq-9Ko/SZnI53p2GKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u9Ll8c9lLpU/S220/ann.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762275645727044384.post-6751877068608780666</id><published>2009-09-21T13:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T13:29:11.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute to Primary Workers</title><content type='html'>A Tribute to Primary Workers&lt;br /&gt;(with regards to Dr Seuss)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;Today is your day.&lt;br /&gt;You’re off to great places!&lt;br /&gt;You’re off and away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have brains in your head.&lt;br /&gt;You have feet in your shoes.&lt;br /&gt;You can steer yourself&lt;br /&gt;Any direction you choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You needed a calling&lt;br /&gt;To serve in the Ward.&lt;br /&gt;The Bishop has spoken:&lt;br /&gt;He checked with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children were waiting,&lt;br /&gt;And wondering: WHO?&lt;br /&gt;Then your Primary called:&lt;br /&gt;They want to have YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you’re not on your own.&lt;br /&gt;And you know what you know.&lt;br /&gt;(There are signs on the doors&lt;br /&gt;So you know where to go.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the places you’ll go&lt;br /&gt;With each girl and boy!&lt;br /&gt;You’ll learn how to love them&lt;br /&gt;And serve them with joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ll teach with the Spirit,&lt;br /&gt;You’ll brighten their day.&lt;br /&gt;You’ll know when to listen.&lt;br /&gt;You’ll know when to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ll travel together.&lt;br /&gt;You’ll walk hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;To discover the wonders&lt;br /&gt;Of Primary land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the songs that you’ll sing!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the places you’ll go!&lt;br /&gt;The puppets you’ll dress&lt;br /&gt;And the bubbles you’ll blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the places you’ll go.&lt;br /&gt;The surprises you’ll meet.&lt;br /&gt;And when the day’s over&lt;br /&gt;The parents you’ll greet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you’ll have to decide&lt;br /&gt;What to tell them today.&lt;br /&gt;Do they need to know all?&lt;br /&gt;Just what will you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you tell them your stories,&lt;br /&gt;Your up-to-date news?&lt;br /&gt;Who found ticks in their hair?&lt;br /&gt;Who lost both their shoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For bad things can happen,&lt;br /&gt;And happen they will.&lt;br /&gt;That CTR ring&lt;br /&gt;Can go down, like a pill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls will get giggles,&lt;br /&gt;And boys will be boys.&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes you can’t even&lt;br /&gt;Think through the noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chairs can tip over,&lt;br /&gt;And tables can fall,&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes the children&lt;br /&gt;Won’t listen at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you can keep them&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in plain sight,&lt;br /&gt;And not ever lose them,&lt;br /&gt;You will be all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what joy will be yours;&lt;br /&gt;How your heart will delight&lt;br /&gt;When all eyes are upon you&lt;br /&gt;And everything’s right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that sweet special time&lt;br /&gt;When you know all can hear&lt;br /&gt;The voice of the Spirit&lt;br /&gt;Whispering near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the joy you will feel,&lt;br /&gt;And the places you’ll go,&lt;br /&gt;When the Spirit is there&lt;br /&gt;And you know that they know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before you can stop it&lt;br /&gt;These children are grown.&lt;br /&gt;And your Primary kids&lt;br /&gt;Have kids of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your cubs become Eagles,&lt;br /&gt;Fly out of the nest.&lt;br /&gt;They go on their missions;&lt;br /&gt;They pass every test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your girls grow to women&lt;br /&gt;And fondly recall&lt;br /&gt;Their Wednesday night fun:&lt;br /&gt;Purple cookies and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon when they gather&lt;br /&gt;Their children around,&lt;br /&gt;They’ll surely remember&lt;br /&gt;The love that they found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a Primary teacher,&lt;br /&gt;With voice soft and clear,&lt;br /&gt;Told stories of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;And made Him feel near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the places they’ll go&lt;br /&gt;And the joy they will find&lt;br /&gt;When memories of Primary&lt;br /&gt;Come to their mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So move on with courage.&lt;br /&gt;There’s no time to rest.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever your calling,&lt;br /&gt;This work is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Sunbeams and Valiants,&lt;br /&gt;Your wolves and your bears,&lt;br /&gt;Your Nursery tots,&lt;br /&gt;And your sweet CTR’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are along on your journey,&lt;br /&gt;This journey you know&lt;br /&gt;Is never quite done:&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got places to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got places to go,&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got more things to do&lt;br /&gt;Before this incredible&lt;br /&gt;Journey is through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann Cue&lt;br /&gt;Madison Fourth Ward&lt;br /&gt;Madison WI, 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762275645727044384-6751877068608780666?l=anncue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anncue.blogspot.com/feeds/6751877068608780666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Dr. H: "Whatever you are doing, keep doing it."&lt;br /&gt;Ann: "Lots of herbs."&lt;br /&gt;Dr. H: "Keep it up. All pink healthy tissue. The best it has ever looked."&lt;br /&gt;This after routine cystoscopy, after years of symptoms, and weeks of BCG treatment, followed by painful healing period. I am convinced the bladder cancer was the result of excessive radioactive iodine treatments 40 years ago, and am so glad to finally have this problem under control. I am grateful for a fine doctor, with great surgical skills, and for all the Sunrider support in the healing process. Next check-up December, and I will expect another good report.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762275645727044384-6356827492147747394?l=anncue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anncue.blogspot.com/feeds/6356827492147747394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anncue.blogspot.com/2009/08/bladder-cancer-update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762275645727044384/posts/default/6356827492147747394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762275645727044384/posts/default/6356827492147747394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anncue.blogspot.com/2009/08/bladder-cancer-update.html' title='Bladder cancer update'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04688502177513773822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7XH4Sq-9Ko/SZnI53p2GKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u9Ll8c9lLpU/S220/ann.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762275645727044384.post-4546385682552834005</id><published>2009-02-23T16:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:05:09.567-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Sunday Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On Sunday I was invited to the 5-6-year-old Primary (Sunday School) class to be a guest speaker. I was asked to talk about Jesus. I told them a story from my own childhood, a strong memory from when I was about their age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I had had very little in the way of religious education. Church services were in another language, and there was no religious discussion or prayer in the home. Then one day I received a little Golden Book of children's songs. (Yes, I was an early reader, and even played music on a small xylophone.) One of the songs was "Jesus Loves Me, This I Know." I had never heard it before. And I had never before heard the idea that someone named Jesus loved me. However, when I heard this song, the sweetest feeling came over me, and I knew it was true. Soon I was attending "catechism" classes, and learning all I could about the Saviour, a quest which led, eventually, to my discovery of the Restored Gospel and a much deeper understanding of Who He is, and just how much He does love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762275645727044384-4546385682552834005?l=anncue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anncue.blogspot.com/feeds/4546385682552834005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anncue.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-sunday-i-was-invited-to-5-6-year-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762275645727044384/posts/default/4546385682552834005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762275645727044384/posts/default/4546385682552834005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anncue.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-sunday-i-was-invited-to-5-6-year-old.html' title='A Special Sunday Experience'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04688502177513773822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7XH4Sq-9Ko/SZnI53p2GKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u9Ll8c9lLpU/S220/ann.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762275645727044384.post-5932846336736288440</id><published>2009-02-16T09:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T09:08:23.324-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>I am new to this. If it posts, and I can find it again, I am a blogger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762275645727044384-5932846336736288440?l=anncue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anncue.blogspot.com/feeds/5932846336736288440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anncue.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762275645727044384/posts/default/5932846336736288440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762275645727044384/posts/default/5932846336736288440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anncue.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04688502177513773822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7XH4Sq-9Ko/SZnI53p2GKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u9Ll8c9lLpU/S220/ann.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
