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Abortion: is there anything more evil than the destruction of a soul even before it has the chance to have life!! These awful, evil people who support such Hitler-like practices against the unborn, will face the Wrath of God someday!
Jan 2, 2011
Why Can't we live in harmony?
Ebony and Ivory by Paul McCartney sung by Paul McCartney and Stevie Wonder.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TZtiJN6yiik&feature=autofb
New Years Day 2011
As I sit still in the quiet of my comfortable home I feel peace. The soft light cast by the small table lamp gives a feeling of serenity to the room. Beside me is my best friend Harrison; he is a 100 pound lovable hugable, black Labrador that loves me with the love that reaches to the moon. He tells me this with endless licks of his sticky pink tongue on my arms and the gaze of his eyes filled with adoration previously held for the Gods. My other sweet dog, Angel, sinks into the pillow bed on the floor and sleeps. The only sound in the room is the hum of the heater that fills my home with warmth. I sink my tired body into the overstuffed coach and begin to feel my limbs relax. Thus ends day number one of a new year and I wonder with wonder what lies in the coming days ahead.
Yet, even at this very moment it is strikingly evident to me that there are many people in the world that are not as lucky as me. There are those who at this moment are listening to bombs and gunshots, and those that cover their cold bodies with dirty cardboard as they sleep unsoundly upon the cold ground. I also think of those that are hungry, and the children abused and broken from the enemy hands that should have soothed them and comforted them. Most certainly the words: "This is the day that tries mens souls" applies today just as much as it did many years ago. Within this moment of solitude and quite my heart does not totally rest but is sorrowfully aware of the existing injustice and tragedy in our tumultuous world which seems on the brink of total ruin.
On this Saturday, the first day of January 2011 the dance of time begins a new waltz. With a fresh vision of sight we reach toward the stars and the glory of a new beginning brimming in hope. Yet, I cannot push past the memory of the yesterdays filled with moments of worry, stress and disappointment. In spite of this overpowering awareness of yesterday's sorrows, however, I renew my commitment to pray and work for peace in my life and the life of others, in whatever small way I can.
I love John Donne's poem "For whom the Bell Tolls" for it awakens in me the truth that everyone on earth is connected, and the knowledge that we each share a part in that great ocean of life. No life is solitary in itself, for each life touches other lives either for good or for bad, but they touch. What we do effects not only ourselves but others as well. Often we pass to the world our good will and love hope and laughter and joy. Yet, there are also times we pass our burden to the world through our inadequacies and shortcomings, whether it be an inability to forgive, or understand, our judgmental attitudes, or our insatiable desires for material things.
This year with all its promise of glory lays before us as a blank page waiting for the strike of our thoughts and actions to write the moments, the minutes, the hours, and the days into reality. Like novice actors nervously ascending the stage to perform the new act of an unwritten script, an unrehearsed play that will then become our tomorrow and our tomorrow and our tomorrow. On this day one cycle of time closes shut and the door to another miraculously swings wide open awaiting our footsteps into the future. And we, and only we, will make the marks that purposefully write the story upon this new year. Will it be a year to remember with joy, sadness, or regret? This is Act One, Scene One, and hopefully what follows in the closing Act will be a recollection of joyful memories, the pride of goals met, and the peace of knowing the world is a better place because we lived in it.
http://www.poetry-online.org/donne_for_whom_the_bell_tolls.htm
Yet, even at this very moment it is strikingly evident to me that there are many people in the world that are not as lucky as me. There are those who at this moment are listening to bombs and gunshots, and those that cover their cold bodies with dirty cardboard as they sleep unsoundly upon the cold ground. I also think of those that are hungry, and the children abused and broken from the enemy hands that should have soothed them and comforted them. Most certainly the words: "This is the day that tries mens souls" applies today just as much as it did many years ago. Within this moment of solitude and quite my heart does not totally rest but is sorrowfully aware of the existing injustice and tragedy in our tumultuous world which seems on the brink of total ruin.
On this Saturday, the first day of January 2011 the dance of time begins a new waltz. With a fresh vision of sight we reach toward the stars and the glory of a new beginning brimming in hope. Yet, I cannot push past the memory of the yesterdays filled with moments of worry, stress and disappointment. In spite of this overpowering awareness of yesterday's sorrows, however, I renew my commitment to pray and work for peace in my life and the life of others, in whatever small way I can.
I love John Donne's poem "For whom the Bell Tolls" for it awakens in me the truth that everyone on earth is connected, and the knowledge that we each share a part in that great ocean of life. No life is solitary in itself, for each life touches other lives either for good or for bad, but they touch. What we do effects not only ourselves but others as well. Often we pass to the world our good will and love hope and laughter and joy. Yet, there are also times we pass our burden to the world through our inadequacies and shortcomings, whether it be an inability to forgive, or understand, our judgmental attitudes, or our insatiable desires for material things.
This year with all its promise of glory lays before us as a blank page waiting for the strike of our thoughts and actions to write the moments, the minutes, the hours, and the days into reality. Like novice actors nervously ascending the stage to perform the new act of an unwritten script, an unrehearsed play that will then become our tomorrow and our tomorrow and our tomorrow. On this day one cycle of time closes shut and the door to another miraculously swings wide open awaiting our footsteps into the future. And we, and only we, will make the marks that purposefully write the story upon this new year. Will it be a year to remember with joy, sadness, or regret? This is Act One, Scene One, and hopefully what follows in the closing Act will be a recollection of joyful memories, the pride of goals met, and the peace of knowing the world is a better place because we lived in it.
http://www.poetry-online.org/donne_for_whom_the_bell_tolls.htm
Dec 31, 2010
The Cost of War
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:
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:
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.
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