The cost of war, the broken hearted fathers, mothers, children? why?
How many need to die for men to see, feel, know that war is wrong? There is nothing that is worth the heavy toll upon the hearts of mankind!
A NEW YEAR TO: H*O*P*E - P*R*A*Y - B*E*L*I*E*V*E !!!
These are the faces of the fallen:
Dec 31, 2010
A year Ends and Year begins
My thoughts in the last hours of 2010. As this year ends, I look back and wonder and look forward and wonder more. What will the new year bring?
Dec 29, 2010
Butterfly Wishes
I would love to be a Butterfly if only for a day. One wonderful glorious day. What splendor it would be to glide upon the air and taste the nectar of the flowers and dance from here to there at my whim. As God Almighty takes care of every living creature upon this earth I would sense his watchful eye upon my movement upon the open air, and then would have peace knowing I was not alone.
Along with the power of wings, I would wish for the gift of stardust that I might sprinkle upon all that was touched with the wind under my wings. The stardust would scatter and spread like embers from a crackling fire and possess the power to heal, shed love, light and understanding, and touch each heart with joy! That would be my wish.
But I am trapped in this body of flesh and blood and stranded on the orb called earth where reality is a dark and dreary wilderness that at times has power to stop even the faintest beat of wings of any kind to fit my fancy of dreams. At times it's like I am caught in the sticky web of a spider, struggling to be free.
Every day there is another heartache in the world. I only have a glimpse through the narrow opening of my experiences. If I did not have a knowledge of God and his purpose in my life, I would surely be like the empty shell cast off from the Butterflies prior worm life that dries to dust and is then blown away by a cold winter's wind.
Along with the power of wings, I would wish for the gift of stardust that I might sprinkle upon all that was touched with the wind under my wings. The stardust would scatter and spread like embers from a crackling fire and possess the power to heal, shed love, light and understanding, and touch each heart with joy! That would be my wish.
But I am trapped in this body of flesh and blood and stranded on the orb called earth where reality is a dark and dreary wilderness that at times has power to stop even the faintest beat of wings of any kind to fit my fancy of dreams. At times it's like I am caught in the sticky web of a spider, struggling to be free.
Every day there is another heartache in the world. I only have a glimpse through the narrow opening of my experiences. If I did not have a knowledge of God and his purpose in my life, I would surely be like the empty shell cast off from the Butterflies prior worm life that dries to dust and is then blown away by a cold winter's wind.
Dec 24, 2010
Alone on Christmas Eve
It's a Friday. Well laid plans got botched up when we arrived at Kevin's only to find they had gone out. A call at 20 past 8, found me too tired to go out again. This Christmastime so far has been spent in a maze, obstacles and upsets every step a long the way has prevented any progress for me. I had children to care for up until the yesterday. No time to shop and no desire to do much. Tomorrow may be peaceful and fun with a visit over to K & T's for dinner. Money is so tight and health so fragile, this year Christmas finds me too tired and poor to really enjoy it.
But I also have good things in my life and I need to be grateful and look on the bright side. America hasn't collapsed - at least not yet - we still have freedom. And I have learned the thing that most stresses me (caring for children) is certainly the thing that most blesses me (being with the children). So while I am short on time and money and big on stress, I am over showered with the blessings of watching children grow and spend time with them. A glimpse every now and then into the mind and heart of a child is like passing under the light of heaven and feeling the glow pass through your soul.
One precious moment from this week was listening to 5 year old Benjamin say while attempting to build things with the magnetic set: "I'm trying so hard not to be a baby. I really want to make something that will be like I'm a big boy". His sincerity showing on his face and the look of honesty in his eyes gave me a startle and touch a cord on my heart strings. Oh, my, the precious pure expression of honest thoughts so overflowing from a child's lips that over time will be lost to cautiousness. If that were the only moment out of the week, the stress and difficulties are overshadowed by the brightness of the sun at noon day.
My facebook friends are all over the world now. Many of them live in countries that are facing wars and hardships that is beyond the scope of my experience and leave me with a sense of helplessness. Oh, how I wish the world would find peace, that the wars would end, that the greed and the pride of the Nations would be crushed and in it's place there would be compassion and love. I truly cannot bear the knowledge of so much suffering, it is a heavy burden on my heart. I pray to God for the Savior to come quickly and bring with Him the promised Peace and to bind Satan that he may not control the hearts of men any more.
My dogs sleep beside me on the couch. Their slow and even breathing are comforting to my melancholy heart. It is quiet and still. The only sound is the hum of the Refrigerator. I think of the child who lay in the manger and his lovely mother that cared for Him. There are no words to express my love for him. I am grateful for Christmas, for the message it brings. Nothing really matters in the end then, does it. Only the Gospel of Jesus Christ and the plan of salvation, the continuing of eternal family relationships. That's all there is.
But I also have good things in my life and I need to be grateful and look on the bright side. America hasn't collapsed - at least not yet - we still have freedom. And I have learned the thing that most stresses me (caring for children) is certainly the thing that most blesses me (being with the children). So while I am short on time and money and big on stress, I am over showered with the blessings of watching children grow and spend time with them. A glimpse every now and then into the mind and heart of a child is like passing under the light of heaven and feeling the glow pass through your soul.
One precious moment from this week was listening to 5 year old Benjamin say while attempting to build things with the magnetic set: "I'm trying so hard not to be a baby. I really want to make something that will be like I'm a big boy". His sincerity showing on his face and the look of honesty in his eyes gave me a startle and touch a cord on my heart strings. Oh, my, the precious pure expression of honest thoughts so overflowing from a child's lips that over time will be lost to cautiousness. If that were the only moment out of the week, the stress and difficulties are overshadowed by the brightness of the sun at noon day.
My facebook friends are all over the world now. Many of them live in countries that are facing wars and hardships that is beyond the scope of my experience and leave me with a sense of helplessness. Oh, how I wish the world would find peace, that the wars would end, that the greed and the pride of the Nations would be crushed and in it's place there would be compassion and love. I truly cannot bear the knowledge of so much suffering, it is a heavy burden on my heart. I pray to God for the Savior to come quickly and bring with Him the promised Peace and to bind Satan that he may not control the hearts of men any more.
My dogs sleep beside me on the couch. Their slow and even breathing are comforting to my melancholy heart. It is quiet and still. The only sound is the hum of the Refrigerator. I think of the child who lay in the manger and his lovely mother that cared for Him. There are no words to express my love for him. I am grateful for Christmas, for the message it brings. Nothing really matters in the end then, does it. Only the Gospel of Jesus Christ and the plan of salvation, the continuing of eternal family relationships. That's all there is.
Dec 23, 2010
War and Peace and Christmas
December 23, 2010
It is almost Christmas here in Sacramento, California and today we put up my collection of lighted houses upon the long shelve above the kitchen windows. While the joys of baking chocolate chip cookies and the sound of children's laughter fill my daytime, there are also those things that weigh on the heart and soul in spite of the anticipated Holiday.
I have found the world at my fingertips through Facebook. Each day I read the posts from around the world: Ghana, Afghanistan, Pakistan, Tonisia, England, Australia, and the USA. And I check the news blogs to read the current events. Many of them reveal death and destruction, disease and chaos, storms and wars, that leave a trail of sorrow and grief around the world.
Today my friend who lives in Gaza was attending a meeting and asked me to comment on his photo. If you don't already know it, Gaza is a living prison literally walled off from the rest of the thriving world. My friend was born there and has lived in Gaza his entire life. The pictures on his posts reveal surroundings of the horrible destruction of war; buildings leveled to the ground by bombs and grenades, and mounds of rubble littering the streets and where the walls left standing are defaced with graffiti. The scene is a taste of hell on earth but yet, appears a picture of him with a smile on his face and a camera in his hand walking seemingly untouched by the chaos which surrounds him. Without knowing it my friend has given me renewed hope in the profound ability mankind possess to overcome adversity and rise above the 'ashes'.
America is at war. The war is within as much as it is outside its borders. The fight within is one between good and evil. After the 9/11 attack on the Twin Towers in NYC, our government decided to attach Iraq. Since then thousands are dead in both countries and while we were pulling our troops from Iraq, another president decided to send them to Afghanistan. There has been no end to the sorrows these wars have caused our citizens and the people of the countries we invade. Death and destruction are a daily occurrence filling the airwaves with stories of bombings and killings around the globe. I wonder if I will live to see the end of war but in my heart I feel we are just warming up to the Great War that will end all of it. God in his wrath is holding back the destroying angels to come at a time when mankind will be ripe with iniquity and that time is very near at hand.
It is almost Christmas here in Sacramento, California and today we put up my collection of lighted houses upon the long shelve above the kitchen windows. While the joys of baking chocolate chip cookies and the sound of children's laughter fill my daytime, there are also those things that weigh on the heart and soul in spite of the anticipated Holiday.
I have found the world at my fingertips through Facebook. Each day I read the posts from around the world: Ghana, Afghanistan, Pakistan, Tonisia, England, Australia, and the USA. And I check the news blogs to read the current events. Many of them reveal death and destruction, disease and chaos, storms and wars, that leave a trail of sorrow and grief around the world.
Today my friend who lives in Gaza was attending a meeting and asked me to comment on his photo. If you don't already know it, Gaza is a living prison literally walled off from the rest of the thriving world. My friend was born there and has lived in Gaza his entire life. The pictures on his posts reveal surroundings of the horrible destruction of war; buildings leveled to the ground by bombs and grenades, and mounds of rubble littering the streets and where the walls left standing are defaced with graffiti. The scene is a taste of hell on earth but yet, appears a picture of him with a smile on his face and a camera in his hand walking seemingly untouched by the chaos which surrounds him. Without knowing it my friend has given me renewed hope in the profound ability mankind possess to overcome adversity and rise above the 'ashes'.
America is at war. The war is within as much as it is outside its borders. The fight within is one between good and evil. After the 9/11 attack on the Twin Towers in NYC, our government decided to attach Iraq. Since then thousands are dead in both countries and while we were pulling our troops from Iraq, another president decided to send them to Afghanistan. There has been no end to the sorrows these wars have caused our citizens and the people of the countries we invade. Death and destruction are a daily occurrence filling the airwaves with stories of bombings and killings around the globe. I wonder if I will live to see the end of war but in my heart I feel we are just warming up to the Great War that will end all of it. God in his wrath is holding back the destroying angels to come at a time when mankind will be ripe with iniquity and that time is very near at hand.
Dec 19, 2010
Babies butchered and its all legal :(
Days melt into weeks and then months in a never-ending cycle of sun-filled days and dark nights. As the blending of time beats on its own rhythm so it is that my travels upon this earth have a certain rhythm and constant beat. Often I am sad. Sometimes I am happy but measure those in moments. Times have been difficult and trying of late. The entire world is in commotion in constant flutter of good and evil, war and peace, screams and songs; the constant conflicts of life tick on with every click of the hands of the clock.
I often wish for peace. Peace has been the focus of my searching these past few weeks. The wars and conflicts in the world around me are like a vise, closing tighter and tighter while I gasp for air. At times my heart yearns for solitude but my mind won't allow it. I wish to walk in the light with my eyes shut tight but then my curiosity prevents the escape and I read the news or turn on the tv only to discover that sin, murder, hate, war, sorrow, slander, conflict are alive and thriving within the hearts of man as they always had since the times of Adam.
Babies are being aborted from their mother's wombs as fast as lightening strikes and as often the clock ticks. A friend posted a FB video with scenes of horror in flesh and blood. I could not look at it all. Our country is doomed to ruin for God will not allow the continuation of slaughter of the innocent that has been a decree in the name of 'free choice' for far too long. Those of sane mind and pure hearts see through the disguises that evil men have dressed up the crime to appear to be like a flower instead of the bloody dagger that it really is. Aborted fetuses lie drenched in blood on stainless steel shelves like leftover garbage in the name of 'a woman's right to choose'. This of course is in opposition to 'a child's right to live'. The advocates of this barbaric practice are ugly monsters dressed up as caring humans who distort the truth and kill with their 'good' intent. No doubt Avenging Angels of destruction are standing at the door waiting for the trumpets call to destroy the wicked and end the insanity once and for all. Until then, we stand apart helpless - bystanders at a Holocaust unfolds before our tear-drenched eyes trying not to look but seeing just the same and shrinking at the horrible sight.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RyKc6nPw6C4&feature=related
I often wish for peace. Peace has been the focus of my searching these past few weeks. The wars and conflicts in the world around me are like a vise, closing tighter and tighter while I gasp for air. At times my heart yearns for solitude but my mind won't allow it. I wish to walk in the light with my eyes shut tight but then my curiosity prevents the escape and I read the news or turn on the tv only to discover that sin, murder, hate, war, sorrow, slander, conflict are alive and thriving within the hearts of man as they always had since the times of Adam.
Babies are being aborted from their mother's wombs as fast as lightening strikes and as often the clock ticks. A friend posted a FB video with scenes of horror in flesh and blood. I could not look at it all. Our country is doomed to ruin for God will not allow the continuation of slaughter of the innocent that has been a decree in the name of 'free choice' for far too long. Those of sane mind and pure hearts see through the disguises that evil men have dressed up the crime to appear to be like a flower instead of the bloody dagger that it really is. Aborted fetuses lie drenched in blood on stainless steel shelves like leftover garbage in the name of 'a woman's right to choose'. This of course is in opposition to 'a child's right to live'. The advocates of this barbaric practice are ugly monsters dressed up as caring humans who distort the truth and kill with their 'good' intent. No doubt Avenging Angels of destruction are standing at the door waiting for the trumpets call to destroy the wicked and end the insanity once and for all. Until then, we stand apart helpless - bystanders at a Holocaust unfolds before our tear-drenched eyes trying not to look but seeing just the same and shrinking at the horrible sight.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RyKc6nPw6C4&feature=related
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