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Friday, April 3, 2015

When something makes you feel sad

    I was watching Grey's Anatomy(I am a sucker for romance and drama) and I watched the episode today about a six year old girl with Tay Sachs Disease. They said that most children with this sickness only live until four or five and this girl was six. The dad was calling and researching and searching for a way to take his little girl to Mexico where he heard there was an expirimental treatment that could help her. He wasn't listening to the doctors saying, "She has only about two hours left."
     He said they were giving up and refused to quit, while they were saying that his little girl just needed him to be with her. A compassionate doctor held his little girl and did not leave her alone for a second, but she wanted her daddy. He came back in time to hold her just a little bit longer and the little girl died. What made me so sad is that this situation is realistic. All of us may be guilty of taking our children's presence for granted and not giving them enough attention. Many of us have to work and we might work too much and miss out on precious moments.  This is not an accusation or any reason for us to beat ourselves up for the time we have missed with our's just reality. God can help us all improve.

Great family picture, good, helpful article!

    The reality is that children are dying of disease like Tay Sachs, and Leukemia. Even if those parents are totally in the moment, they will still lose their babies too soon. Everyone will lose someone young or old, healthy or sick, way too soon, because death exists.
     Death makes me sad. So, I switched to singing out my heart to God and I feel better. That feeling that makes your heart soar when you sing or hear a beautiful song or see something breathtaking is like flying on the wings of God's love. Just like Maria Von Trapp's "My Favorite Things" song, music is like a fuzzy brown teddy bear that wraps it's warm arms around you and makes you feel better.

Monday, March 30, 2015

The Best Place in the World

    Staying home is such a blessing. When you are out, running errands or taking classes or any for any reason, you can not relax. You must behave appropriately to your environment and stay alert to danger, more so than you have to when you are at home. When you are home, you can choose your activity, work, play or both, and your energy level. You can plan future days or do nothing at all.
      Raul just reminded me that everything I just told you, is only true when I feel relaxed. When I am tired or sad or bored or stressed, I usually prefer to be out, at the mall or at the lake, anywhere except home. When the house is very dirty and the laundry is overflowing and I am overwhelmed with a busy schedule or sickness, there is no telling where I would rather be. It will probably be home, if I am out, or I would rather be out if I am stuck in the drudgery of housework with out pacing myself. Really, the best place is at the feet of Jesus, trusting him to get me through another day.

Friday, March 27, 2015


Stop, Sophie 
Stop , Levi  
from sleeping, 
Stop, mom 
Stop, papa 
you need to eat food.

By Elena 

God's World Keeps Turning

        When I was a little girl, one of my favorite songs was

The trees are gently 
swaying, swaying, swaying. 
The trees are gently swaying,
telling of God's great love.

The birds are sweetly 
singing, singing, singing.
The birds are sweetly singing, 
telling of God's great love.

The flowers are gently
nodding, nodding, nodding.
The flowers are gently nodding, 
telling of God's great love.

Sure 'nuff, this morning when I opened my curtains, it was true. The trees are pines, the birds are chickens and the flower is a little wild yellow trumpet flower on the muscadine vine trellis. The chickens are pecking in the dirt out there and it looks like it might rain.  I slept in this morning, because I only have to go to parent/teacher conferences at 9:20, instead of taking the girls to school.  

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Praise the Lord

      Pastor Karl wanted us to spend a whole week giving thanks to God with out asking Him for anything. I did say thank you more often than I normally do, but it is vital to have God's aid when someone is sick or has problems. It just felt wrong not to ask God for help, sinful even. I felt the stakes are too high to miss any opportunities to seek His mighty power in the lives of people around me that need Him so much. 
      I do have many blessings though. Most of my family is well. I attended an inspirational tea party with wonderful food and friendship. My aunt and uncle took Levi and I to give health and spiritual literature to the 
choctaw people in Philadelphia yesterday. Raul built me a new bedroom and bathroom. 
soon we are going to paint it with an ocean theme. Levi seems to be feeling better after sleeping all afternoon. Only seven more weeks until school is out. Sophie and Elena have enjoyed and done very well at Community Christian school this year. I have a big, wonderful family. I have lots of wonderful friends. 
i have wonderful pets. God is a wonderful, all powerful God.

Sunday, February 8, 2015

There but by Grace go I

Linda's Experience with the bomb on B Street

      Tuxedo is a historically important neighborhood in Meridian, MS. It used to have several factories and it's own elementary school. Many residents have lived there most of their lives and enjoy the small town charm while residing next to the business district and hospitals with easy access to the mall and the interstate on the other side.
     It is very easy to imagine the surprise that Brother Lee, a member of Calvary Tabernacle, a local church, felt when he discovered a pipe bomb in the trash that he collected to be recycled. He called the police and the bomb squad came to this sleepy neighborhood on Wednesday, February 4, 2015.         Across the street from the field where the bomb squad were preparing to detonate the remains of the bomb, live Linda and Albert Reed.  Linda drives a van for railroad crews through out the southeastern corner of the U.S. Her husband, Albert, receives a courtesy call before Linda receives each assignment.He likes to turn to Linda and remark cheekily," You have a trip."
     Linda returned from her latest trip to find that all roads to her house were blocked by the police. She managed to get home, but the police admonished her to stay indoors. Albert said, "Linda, open that door and let me see." As she opened the door, the bomb was detonated under nine sandbags and a small pebble flew over and hit Linda on the leg hard enough to cause a bruise.
      "Why, " says my husband, Raul, "did that rock hit Linda on the leg? It could have hit the door or the porch or it could have hit her eye and have blinded her." All that we know for sure is that God protected Linda and Tuxedo from any real harm and will continue to do so.

Saturday, November 1, 2014

Friday 9:30 A.M.

I woke up at 5:00 a.m. and that is normal for me since Sophie and Elena started school in August.   Raul and I dropped the girls off at a friend's house. She also has children at Community Christian school and so she dropped them off at school for us and also picked them up for us. What a lifesaver that friend is, because that is where we began a new experience: my long-lost wisdom teeth extractions.
     Raul, Levi and I arrived early to the Oral Surgeon's office. Then we lounged in the lobby, did some reading, web-surfing, and playing with the neat colored-beads on wire box. The lobby was full when we arrived and only half empty when it was my turn to go to a exam room, so I had enough time to proces my experiences, but not enough time to get too worried.
       I sat down in the comfortable dental chair and studied my mouth x-rays for a minute or so. The friendly dental assistants were cheery and reassuring. I barely even noticed when one of them inserted a medicine needle, but the metal heart monitors were cold and I felt chilly. I closed my eyes and reclined and worked on being relaxed, but I was surprised when the surgeon began drilling, grinding and extracting right away. I thought I would be asleep during the procedure and all the activity in my mouth was making me nervous. The first tooth extraction was fast, but the other one required drilling the tooth apart and prying it out. I either fell asleep or fainted, because soon one of the dental assistants was helping me out of the chair to meet my husband at the back door. I couldn't  believe they were making me walk out of the building instead of using a wheelchair. Then we had to wait a full minute for Raul to meet us. The dental assistant put this weird stretchy headband under my  chin and over my ears and head. She inserted a cold gel pack on each cheek, handed me 4 prescriptions and sent us back to Meridian, Ms. All this happened so quick and the pain hit me full force that I panicked and really wanted to be in an emergency room instead of a car at the beginning of an hour and a half road trip to a pharmacy. I knew we would need to wait at least a half hour.  I  hurt so badly that I don't know how long we waited in that pharmacy before they told us we would  need to take three of my prescriptions and return Monday for the other one!  Thankfully, the other pharmacy up the road had that prescription and we were out of there quick, picked up the girls and arrived home uneventfully.
       So here I am recovering at home. We all stayed home and I enjoyed the company. We watched Joseph and The Ten Commandments( six hours of TV time!) I have not done that in ages and enjoyed      3 fabulous smoothies. The first was a rasberry coconut, the second was kiwi strawberry and the last was pineapple mango. It has been intense, but not boring at all, and so Raul will be with me for one more day before School on Monday rolls around, therefore I am confident that I can handle this. I just hope that I don't get a dry socket or any infections. Hopefully, those are needless worries that I picked up during my Internet research this afternoon.

                                                                  Goodnight, Y'all.