Monday, August 3, 2015

Sometimes silence is a good thing.

Yes, sometimes its a good thing, but there are definitely times when you should be suspicious.

 For instance: You have toddlers in your house. Silence is not a good thing. Silence with an occasional giggle is definitely time for alarm. Most likely you are going to walk into the next room to find: a) Powdered sugar/flour/cornstarch or some other necessary staple spread from here to breakfast, with little tiny, half naked "ghost" toddlers running, hiding and giggling up a storm. Time to break out the vacuum and bubble bath, or better yet, if its warm outside, break out the sprinkler and let them get the mess off themselves by running through it. Oh, but when whatever it is that they've gotten all over themselves is rinsed off, better break out the sunscreen...don't want sunburned "ghosts."
b) Your best make-up spread all over the carpet. Of course said carpet is most likely white or light colored (might want to look into that dark brown your husband is so fond of. Just saying), and the red lipstick smiley face is just the accent you needed to brighten up the room. Not to mention the "tattooed" little one with the bright blue eyelids and kohl eyeliner smiling back at you from the puddle of lace that used to be your wedding dress.
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c) Markers. The dreaded sharpies and gel pens that inevitably find their way to your walls, furniture and quite possibly the dog...the cat was smart enough to beat feet and hide in the closet when he got the chance. Now Fido looks like Petey from Little Rascals, except the circle around his eye is purple and green and hot pink, and he has a hangman on his hind end in black permanent marker.

And let's not forget the puppies and kittens out there. They may not have opposable thumbs but sure as the sun rises in the east, they're either going to find trouble or trouble finds them. Its not an if situation, but a when one.

Puppy looks all pooped out from chasing bugs outside and flops by the t.v. console? Hope those wires are protected because that little darling is probably going to teeth on your coaxial cable. Have sauerkraut fermenting on the counter? Hope your kitten doesn't get a taste for sour food. Of course there's also the oft-times present fish tank or bird cage that will keep Fluffy entertained for hours until snack time, then silence is not that particular snack's, I mean, animal's friend.  Puppies? Anytime they're quiet (unless they're sleeping, of course, but even then, its good to keep them away from anything they can chew on in their sleep), is cause for suspicion.

So how about anyone over say six? Why is silence suspicious and how could any silence be a good thing? Well, I'm glad you asked.

Let's approach the good, first. Sometimes its good to have that silent time. A time to reflect, to reconnect to you, a time to meditate on God's Word. A time that is only yours and you can be selfish if you want to. Everyone needs that silent time so that they can be in their own little bubble and there's a "no gurls allowd" or "no boyz aloud" sign posted. Its your time to focus on what you need to focus on, whether its a new novel from your favorite author, a piece of classical music, art, hiking, sailing...whatever turns your focus away from the rat race outside for a small moment, well, that's a good thing.

When its not a good thing is when the focus is too much on the "demons" of this world or even our own private ones. When everything seems so overwhelming that even the silence that you impose on yourself is fraught with voices that tell you how worthless you are or that no one would miss you if you're gone. Then, dear friends, silence is not so golden. Silence could be deadly. Realistically, all of the above references to silence, can have consequences that are harmful and to be on one's toes is of the utmost importance, but the silence I'm addressing right here is thisclose to deadly all the time. The deadly I'm talking about, is suicide. Certainly there are those who self mutilate to draw attention to themselves...those who do it to relieve pain, whether mental or physical, and while most are not suicidal, one wrong slip of the knife could turn fatal. The ones who are purely suicidal, though, will show subtle (and sometimes, not so subtle) signs that this is their thought process.

If you, or someone you know exhibit these signs, please, please seek help through the National Suicide Prevention Line (1 (800) 273-8255. The hot line is available 24/7. The website address is: suicidepreventionlifeline.org ). Now, I want to make a disclaimer here. I am not now, nor will I ever be a professional medical anything. I pulled this from the Internet from reliable sources. If you have any doubt as to whether or not someone is thinking of suicide, please give them the hot line information.

These are the some of the signs that a person is thinking of suicide, although not everyone is the same. These are guidelines.

(Excerpt from WebMD)

Suicide is not a mental illness in itself, but a serious potential consequence of treatable mental disorders that include major depressionbipolar disorder, post-traumatic stress disorder, borderline personality disorderschizophrenia, substance use disorders, andanxiety disorders like bulimia and anorexia nervosa.

Suicide Warning Signs

Any of the following could be potential warning signs for suicide:

  • Excessive sadness or moodiness: Long-lasting sadness, mood swings, and unexpected rage.
  • Hopelessness: Feeling a deep sense of hopelessness about the future, with little expectation that circumstances can improve.
  • Sleep problems.
  • Sudden calmness: Suddenly becoming calm after a period ofdepression or moodiness can be a sign that the person has made a decision to end his or her life.
  • Withdrawal: Choosing to be alone and avoiding friends or social activities also are possible symptoms of depression, a leading cause of suicide. This includes the loss of interest or pleasure in activities the person previously enjoyed.
  • Changes in personality and/or appearance: A person who is considering suicide might exhibit a change in attitude or behavior, such as speaking or moving with unusual speed or slowness. In addition, the person might suddenly become less concerned about his or her personal appearance.
  • Dangerous or self-harmful behavior: Potentially dangerous behavior, such as reckless driving, engaging in unsafe sex, and increased use of drugs and/or alcohol might indicate that the person no longer values his or her life.
  • Recent trauma or life crisis: A major life crises might trigger a suicide attempt. Crises include the death of a loved one or pet, divorce or break-up of a relationship, diagnosis of a major illness, loss of a job, or serious financial problems.
  • Making preparations: Often, a person considering suicide will begin to put his or her personal business in order. This might include visiting friends and family members, giving away personal possessions, making a will, and cleaning up his or her room or home. Some people will write a note before committing suicide. Some will buy a firearm or other means like poison.
  • Threatening suicide: From 50% to 75% of those considering suicide will give someone -- a friend or relative -- a warning sign. However, not everyone who is considering suicide will say so, and not everyone who threatens suicide will follow through with it. Every threat of suicide should be taken seriously.
  • Recognizing Suicidal Behavior


    Who Is Most Likely to Commit Suicide?

    Suicide rates are highest in teens, young adults, and the elderly. White men over the age of 65 have the highest rate of suicide. Suicide risk also is higher in the following groups:
    • Older people who have lost a spouse through death or divorce
    • People who have attempted suicide in the past
    • People with a family history of suicide
    • People with a friend or co-worker who committed suicide
    • People with a history of physical, emotional, or sexual abuse
    • People who are unmarried, unskilled, or unemployed
    • People with long-term pain or a disabling or terminal illness
    • People who are prone to violent or impulsive behavior
    • People who have recently been released from a psychiatric hospitalization (This often is a very frightening period of transition.)
    • People in certain professions, such as police officers and health careproviders who work with terminally ill patients
    • People with substance abuse problems
    Although women are three times as likely to attempt suicide, men are far more likely to complete the act.

    Can Suicide Be Prevented?

    Suicide can't be prevented with certainty, but risks can often be reduced with timely intervention. Research suggests that the best way to prevent suicide is to know the risk factors, be alert to the signs of depression and other mental disorders, recognize the warning signs for suicide, and intervene before the person can complete the process of self-destruction.

    What Should I Do if I Think Someone is Suicidal?

    People who receive support from caring friends and family and who have access to mental health services are less likely to act on their suicidal impulses than are those who are socially isolated. If someone you know is exhibiting warning signs for suicide:
    • Don't be afraid to ask if he or she is depressed or thinking about suicide.
    • Ask if he or she is seeing a therapist or taking medication.
    • Rather than trying to talk the person out of suicide, let him or her know that depression is temporary and treatable.
    • In some cases, the person just needs to know that someone cares and is looking for the chance to talk about his or her feelings. You can then encourage the person to seek professional help.
    • Recognizing Suicidal Behavior


      What Should I Do if I See the Warning Signs of Suicide?

      If you believe someone you know is in immediate danger of killing himself or herself:
      • Do not leave the person alone. If possible, ask for help from friends or other family members.
      • Ask the person to give you any weapons he or she might have. Take away or remove sharp objects or anything else that the person could use to hurt himself or herself.
      • If the person is already in psychiatric treatment, help him or her to contact the doctor or therapist for guidance and help.
      • Try to keep the person as calm as possible.
      • Call 911 or take the person to an emergency room.



Silence can be a good thing. It can be an amusing thing, or a frustrating thing. But sometimes, Silence can be fatal. Please. Call someone and get help. 

*I pray that if there are any out there who are seeking self harm that You will hold them in Your Mighty hand, oh Father God, and stop them from seeking to harm to themselves.. Help them to know that You care for them, that they have a purpose in this life, even when they cannot see it now. Focus their eyes, their hearts and their minds to You, Father so that they can see clearly that they are loved by You. Amen.

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

If it's broke, then fix it...

When I was growing up, there was this thing...if something broke, you fixed it. It didn't matter if it was a clock, a toy, an appliance or what, if it broke, you fixed it, or at least tried to. The same held true for relationships...if there was a problem (broke), you did your best to fix it.

As the sixties progressed into the seventies and so on and so forth, things became more disposable. There were paper plates and disposable utensils. A boon to those who hated doing dishes. Things like alarm clocks were cheaper to replace than to fix, although my little brother...man! That kid could take a clock apart, put it back together and it ran like brand new. He was, and still is, a whiz.

Diapers became disposable, appliances were priced to replace instead of fix...it seems as if things are produced to break so that when it comes time to fix it, the cost is prohibitive. So you replace. The same holds true for relationships.

I have to say, there were a few times that I've been guilty of discarding a relationship instead of working to fix what was broken. My previous marriage, was not the case, I wanted to fix it, but you have to have two people that want to fix it, one just won't do.

The Bible, and our marriage vows both charge couples to endure through good times and bad, good health and bad health, through riches and poverty until death do they part. The problem is, relationships are disposable. With the age of Aquarius came "free love" and birth control and abortion. While I'm not against birth control, abortion is a different matter and a different blog altogether (one of these days I'll do a post on it, but not now, so if you plan on commenting on this one sentence, please refrain until I do that blog. Please and thank you). As relationships came and went, lawyers saw the opportunity to line their pockets more as divorce became more and more common, not only in Nevada, but throughout the Country. No-fault divorces became common and affordable, thus rendering marriages as disposable as diapers.

Fast forward to today. Divorce is rampant not only in the common realm but in the Church's realm as well. In fact, I believe the divorce rate among Christians is higher than those not in Church. This is troublesome. What ever happened to working together to fix the problem? There are counselors who are ready and waiting to help you find the problem and work on fixing it. There are pastors, preachers and rabbis who are willing to help you through. Can't afford it? Work on it on your own. Now, I'm not advocating staying in an abusive relationship if you are in danger, that again, is a different post altogether, but seriously...you can work together to work out finances, communication, and other differences. Seriously, isn't that why you fell in love in the first place? She was different than other women you dated. She stole your heart. He was not the same as other guys who were looking for one thing. He treated you like a princess. You loved the quirkiness the other person displayed, you loved their unique-ness...what happened?

I can't tell you that every marriage can be saved by working to fix it. Sometimes it's so broken that it can't be fixed, then you do what you a have to do, but I'm asking that you try. Just because you're bored, you've become roommates instead of lovers, you've let everyday life invade your bubble, causing you to focus on the troubles of the world instead of leaving them on the other side of the door and focusing on him or her and your family, doesn't mean its hopeless. Try. Work on it. Go to counselling. Remember when you were courting, how each day was new to you. How the sparkle in his eye gave you goosebumps. How her smile just melted you. Remember the things that drew you to each other and use those for your base. If you belong to a church, ask if there are times you can get in to counsel with your pastor, priest, cleric or rabbi. Sometimes these services are free for members. Just try. If in the end you can't resolve your differences, then at least you tried.

Now, as an end note: No, this isn't for one person in particular, but many. So many people I know have so many troubles in their relationships that they are willing to give it up rather than work on it. I hate to see something that grew in love, wither and die because they've became bored, because finances came between them or because something "better" came along. I'm encouraging you, if this applies...please. Work on your relationship. Marriage isn't disposable. It wasn't made that way. Remember your vows..."for richer for poorer. In sickness and in health. In good times and bad times, until death do you part."
I love each and every one of you...family, friends and my readers. I realize this has been a bit of a rant, but I hope that maybe, just maybe it has caused someone to want to work to save their relationship instead of discarding it.

Sunday, July 12, 2015

Cat Tales

There are some days I just have to shake my head at my kitty-crew. I mean, as a general rule, cats are pretty amusing. Just take a gander at your news feed on Facebook, or at any of the videos that are offered  on YouTube or even some of the regular News news feeds and you will find an abundance of cat videos and stories from Grumpy Cat to the cat that took off after a bear. Seriously, there is no end to the entertainment these creatures provide.

So, most of you know I have a bunch...I got the starter kit from my youngest daughter (Mom, I swear, I found him on the road and he was just crying and, and...can we keep him? Mom, her dad will put the kitten outside and she'll starve to death or get eaten. Can we keep her?), and the race was on to see if I could put a stop to the constant influx of kittens before the next heat. Yeah, I know, I should have fixed him straight away, but who knew that kittens as young as six months could start such an avalanche??

Anyway, I'm down to my basic eight...Gir, Squirt, Uno, Snickers, Harpo, Yoda, Widget and Dorrie. Gir is the Queen, the starter of all of this and a Snowshoe Siamese. What that means is she's a tabby who looks like a Siamese with an attitude. Not the normal Siamese attitude, mind you, one that is more ghetto, for lack of a better description. Of course, she's the alpha in the house, even to the dogs. Bailey, who's my alpha dog will even get out of Gir's way if she's in a mood. Yup, the girl knows who has it and who doesn't. She's Bad, Bad, Leroy Brown with fur on, but she only supplies a little bit of entertainment.

Snickers, the only girl of Gir's that we kept is our resident fat cat. The girl can take up more than half of the width of our table by herself, but she's a big love bug...and a crazy individual. You would think that the plastic bag caper that she was involved in when she was under a year old would have taught her not to get into plastic bags with handles. Nope...every time I come home from the store and have plastic bags, she's right there trying to eat them or get into them or both.
The plastic bag caper happened when she was about nine months old or so. I had a plastic bag on my bed and was talking/showing something to my youngest when Snickers decided to check the bag out. Next thing we knew, she was flying down the hallway, poop dropping in a line, with a bag around her neck. By the time we caught her and got the bag off her, her eyes were as wide as saucers and her heart was beating a mile a minute. We tried to console her as best we could, but she took off and started wolfing down food like a hoover vacuum. That's when we figured out we were going to have a fat cat...she's a stress eater.

Yoda, who had gender issues as first (we thought he was a boy and named him Zeppo)...but, oh...wait...there's nothing there, but look at the cute wing pattern on its back. Let's call 'her' Bunny Foo-Foo (don't know what the thought pattern was on that one), but, uh oh! What are these white things back here?? Yeah, Bunny Foo-Foo wasn't going to cut it. So the next logical step was to ask the one person in the house who could have cared less about any of the cats what to call him. He looked at him, sucked his teeth and went back to what he was reading. After a moment he said, "Yoda." What? How does this adorable ball of fur resemble an ugly green, whateveritis? It stuck, but he still comes to Foofy every once in a while.
This one, he's a clown. His favorite toy is the crinkle balls. Find one and toss it to him and he does more somersaults than a gymnast. Every once in a while, he'll jump up and pretend he's a pole dancer, Goofy cat.

The rest, apart from the occasional sleeping and falling off of a desk, couch, ledge, etc., are pretty laid back. Not much goes on with them. They watch the clowns of the group, roll their eyes and go back to sleep. The occasional fight for the sunny spot comes up here and there, but they're pretty much just decorations that move around from time to time.

But, every once in a while, they come up with gems. Like Harpo. He's my big, muscular boy. Loves to sit on the back of my computer chair and sniff my hair after its washed like Niles Crane did to Daphne on Frazier. He doesn't 'talk' much, hence the name, but when he does, its to get a pet from Dad or to talk back when you talk to him. Otherwise, like I said, he doesn't talk much.

Then there's Squirt. Skinny, more oriental looking than the rest of them, but in tabby form (Daddy Billy was a big tabby), he has mama's attitude, but he loves on this mama like no one's business. Loves to be held and gives kisses. Don't know how anyone couldn't like him. Well, on occasion Harpo doesn't. Okay, so Harpo's not only his brother, but another cat, how does that work? Let me tell you what happened this morning.

I'm sitting here, reading the news about Greece...sad state of affairs there...and thinking about one of the projects that I'm currently writing (which has to do with Germany and finances...sorry, that's all you're getting for now), and here comes Squirt to see what's in my cereal bowl and to enquire whether or not I'm done with it. After being told to bug off, he turns his attention to Harpo, who is silently sitting in the sun, but turns to see who I'm talking to. He gets up, turns around and an ear twitches. Uh oh...not an auspicious start to my morning, especially when my coffee and laptop are in the line of fire. Squirt sits up to his full, skinny size, which is about the same as Harpo's just less muscle, and one ear goes back. I can hear the kitty-swearing going on now. They're talking "stuff" to each other...I just know it. They bat each other across the heads a couple of times before I realize that my coffee and laptop are in danger. I move the coffee to the other side of the computer, fuss at them, telling them there's more than enough room for the both of them and Squirt begrudgingly gets down. So what does Harpo do? He stretches his full length across the disputed territory and slowly blinks at me. Smh. When he realizes that Squirt really could care less now, he gets down and Widget gets the spot.

Okay, so now that I've bored you to tears with my morning, let me leave you with this. Smile. Make eye contact and smile. Say hi to people you pass. Shake a veteran/police officer/fireman/woman's hand and tell them thank you. Tell someone to have a nice day. Tell someone about Jesus. Sing. Anywhere you want to. Dance like no one's watching. Enjoy the new day and new mercies God has given us. Oh, and watch this video and laugh.
Have a great day, everyone!




Monday, June 29, 2015

An excerpt with a view...

Excerpt from The Trial of Andrew Osher:

"The heat is suffocating and the pain, well it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I have no idea where I am. Screaming, sounds of horror and pain. Pleas to all within earshot not to come here, to tell their families not to desire this place.
There’s a man next to me whose skin is melting off his bones like wax. As horrified as I am at the sight, the fright intensifies when his skin regenerates and the process starts over again.
Screams seem to increase with every second, with every movement. There is no time here, time doesn’t exist, it’s just a penetrating realization that you are here, and you can’t escape. Time and space no longer exist. This place is the only place that exists.
I smell something behind me. When I turn to see what it is, I find another man covered in rotting boils, crying, drool running out of his mouth, and writhing in pain as the boils continue to surface. The sight makes my already tortured stomach retch, and agonizing spasms race throughout my body. As the heaving continues, I drop to my knees, doubled over in intense anguish wishing that it would stop, but it doesn’t. My only thought is to get a bit of water….
All around me I hear crying, screaming…but one voice seems to be getting closer. From my kneeling position, I look up and see a woman running toward me, gouging wildly at her face and eyes. “Please! Get them off me! Make them stop!” she yells hysterically. She rips at the shirt she is wearing, exposing her stomach and arms, and then falls to the ground. Bulges in her skin begin to appear as she is jerked to her feet by something that I’ve never seen before. I hear frightened whispers around me, “It’s a Taskmaster.” The bulges erupt and bugs begin to emerge from the open wounds.
Another Taskmaster goes by, dragging a man with no eyes. The man is grasping at the ground frantically trying to get a solid grip on anything that will keep him from his final destination. Crying, struggling, and clawing the ground with bloodied fingers to get away from the creature who has a vise-like grip on him, he screams out, “I did what I was supposed to! I never broke the law. I was a good person! Please! I don’t belong here! There must be some mistake!”
Still the screams continue and if possible, become more passionate, more desperate. I smell sulfur and burning hair and flesh. My skin crawls at the thought of people being burned alive and I have to wonder if that’s where the blind man is now.
The scenery around me suddenly begins to move, shapes change, and I find myself in another place. The stench has intensified to the point that it burns to breathe. The man who I had encountered earlier with the boils is now on his knees, hugging himself, his eyes bulging. His mouth opens, but no sound comes out. A look of intense horror comes over his face. I turn my head to see what has him so petrified, and then hear a scream of horror, but it’s not his scream.
It’s my own."


This is a vision of Hell that Andrew has in a dream. While he suspects this, he, being agnostic, chooses to ignore this and chalks it up to spoiled food or a bad B movie.

Now, understand this is one writer's version of what hell may look like, but most agree this is not the place one wants to end up after this life is over.

The Bible says that you have two options upon leaving this life...Heaven or Hell, and basically it's up to you which one you choose. It is your choice, not mine, not your parents and not your church or society's...it's yours. You can choose to accept Christ as your Savior and proceed Home when you die, or you can ignore the pleas of those who love you and don't want to see you cast into Hell for eternity. Trust me, the heat is nothing you want to deal with. You think Houston is hot in the summertime, with no a/c? Or Death Valley is unbearable in the middle of a summer's day? Try dealing with heat hotter than the sun...worms devouring you constantly...whatever gruesome thing you can dream up, its one thousand times worse there...and it never ends. You will curse the day you were born, curse our God in Heaven, and cry out to those who cared about you, and tried to convince you of Heaven's mercies and beauty and love, and ask them why they didn't try harder.

Still, the choice is yours. You choose where you want to be. Laugh if you want...tell me I'm narrow-minded...tell me I believe in fairy tales. Believe me, when the time comes and you've chosen the broad path to Hell, and you beg for even a drop of water, your pleas will be for naught.

Saturday, June 27, 2015

Marriage in general

Okay, let me preface this blog with this: EVERYONE WAS CREATED EQUAL BY THE CREATOR OF THE UNIVERSE...GOD. There are no exceptions to this rule, God created all of mankind in His image, now what that particular man or woman does with what he or she has been given is their choice. I understand that some are hard-wired to walk a different path, I get that, but what we are seeing is nothing short of...you know? I don't have words.

As you should know by now, I am a Christian. I believe in God. I believe that Jesus is the Christ, born of a virgin...lived a sinless life; had a three year active ministry. Was arrested, tortured and crucified on a Roman cross. He bore the weight of the sin of the WORLD (that's you, me and everyone else's sins...past, present and future), and died. He was buried, rose again after the third day and then ascended to the Father (God), where He waits to return and gather His people. I am saved by the blood of the Lamb, by my profession of my sins and asking Jesus to be my Savior. I can never be unsaved now. Ever. Do I sin? Yes, but by confessing that sin, I am found guiltless in His eyes. Does that mean I continue to sin? Nope, that means I need to reevaluate my stand, turn from it and follow Him. Learn from my mistakes, confess them and move forward, forsaking those mistakes. I'm not perfect and I never will be on this earth...not until I go Home. I stand in faith. Period.

Now, that said, I'm going to stand on that faith, but I'm going to make one thing very clear. It is in black and white so that its understood. I love everyone. Some I love more than others, sure, but I love everyone...but I don't love their actions and sometimes their choices. Does that make me bad? Don't know, I guess that determination is yours. I know at least two people in my life who think I've drank too much Kool-aide and that I'm a bad person hiding behind the Cross. I'm human, let's say that first off, but do I hide behind the Cross? I guess you could say that, but I say that I am a sinner saved by grace who looks to the Cross as a symbol of sacrifice for me and for the whole world. I run to Jesus, I run to God and I rely on the Holy Spirit to have my back, so if that means that in their perception I hide behind the Cross, then so be it.

Okay, now to the meat of this blog. The SCOTUS determining that marriage should be acceptable across the board to traditional couples as well as same-sex couples. Again, I do not hate anyone. If folks find that a partner through their life means that they have one of the same sex, that's their business, not mine. I don't care what your sex life is or how different it is from mine. I don't care, but don't shove it in my face. You don't like it when I shove my faith in your face, don't shove your beliefs in mine. What's fair is fair.

I understand that you have issues with insurance, end of life decisions and so on...the Supreme Court probably should have ruled on that, but marriage is different. Marriage by design is for individuals of different genders. Look at the animal world, a lion needs a lioness...a male gorilla needs a female gorilla. A male seahorse needs a female seahorse...and love bugs need the other gender to make messes of their crazy selves all over our cars in the spring. Male and female. Do you remember the little cartoon of the little boy and the little girl in diapers. Each one is looking at what is inside and exclaiming, "there is a difference!" Yes, boys and girls, there is a difference. Male was made to copulate with female, in order to procreate. That is the reason for marriage. To procreate. In the Bible, God told Adam and Eve to be fruitful and multiply. He didn't say live your life and chill, the world was meant to be populated. A baby cannot be created without parts of both parents, that's biology 101. Sure a donor can be used, but bottom line is basic...one and one makes three.

Man with man cannot create. Woman with woman cannot create. It takes one of each gender. You know that, I know that.

While everyone is "celebrating" equality, I find it sad to see that a minority of individuals are tearing the moral fiber of everyone apart. Again, I don't care if you're black, white, purple or green...I don't care if you're straight or crooked, like girls, like boys or like trees...that's your thing, not mine. You already have equal rights under the Constitution, but under the laws of nature, well that's between you and God when your time comes. That is not for me to judge and please don't put me in the position where you've backed me into a corner, forcing me to give you an opinion, because now, at this juncture in human history, I won't do it. Don't force me to agree with your decision in life...it's your decision, not mine. What you do behind closed doors is your business, not mine. Yes, I may mention salvation to you, but if you balk or don't want to hear it, then I'm not going to pursue you. I won't shove my faith down your throat. Its the do unto others thing in play. Will I "celebrate" with everyone else? No, because I don't agree that its a good thing. The wonderful thing about this Country right now, is that I have the inalienable right to disagree and tell you so without fear of persecution...for now. There will come a day when that right will no longer be available to me, and it won't be available to you, either.

For those of you who are in the LGBT community, I say I'm sure that you are pleased with your win. Now, according to the law, all that was not available to you, by law is now there. You have always had the ability to love whomever you choose, by the way. I will never hate you, but if you ever meet me, I will say hi to you, I might even hug you if I am so inclined. I will smile at you, have eye contact with you, I will probably tell you that I'm uncomfortable around you if you are more outgoing than what I'm used to. I will be honest with you and expect the same from you. But then again, I expect that from anyone with whom I'm friends or acquaintance. Those who are in the LGBT community that are friends and family will tell you that. We've had discussions, long ones. They know I disagree with their lifestyle, but they never question my love for them. Ever.

The world is changing, folks...and as I've mentioned before, as a Christian it means that I will be a beacon...a person who will be sounding the bell of Christ's return. It will be a theme here, so if this is something that you don't want to hear, then I will miss you as a reader (fair warning). You have the right to read or not to read this blog, and for now, I have the right to write it. You are welcome to your opinions of me, and if you are so inclined to share said opinions, I will respect them, as long as they are civil. Otherwise, I will employ the delete button. Again, fair warning. If I think the comments are useful to others, then they will stay, regardless of the content. All's fair in love and blogs.

But...I will encourage you to make sure of where you stand, because the world is changing and its not a good thing. What we take for granted here in the US, our freedom of expression, speech, religion, and all of the other rights guaranteed in the Constitution and the Bill of Rights, are soon to disappear. Soon it will be illegal to express ourselves, to worship as we please, to say what we think without being persecuted or arrested or even put to death. The signs are all there, open your eyes and look around. Make sure of where you stand in regards to God. There will come a time in your life where you will no longer have that decision, and when your life is over the choice will be moot. Your eternity will be determined...smoking or non-smoking, as it were.

Yes, I believe that. If I'm wrong, then I've lived a life loving others, giving of myself to help others and hopefully building a legacy that my children and grandchildren can be proud of. Where they can say that I gave of myself so that others could move forward. That I gave to others so that they could eat, be clothed or even have a roof over their heads, even if its temporary.
If I'm right, then I will be held accountable for the things that were not resolved, but I will still be able to enter Heaven because Jesus took my sins on His shoulders the day He was crucified, over two thousand years ago. He accepted me thirty two years ago when I asked Him into my life, when I asked Him to be my Savior, warts and all, and still loves me. My reward may be diminished, but it will not be taken away.

So, after my long-winded blog today, I will tell you, I can't celebrate with the rest of you. I believe that you have always fundamentally had that "right" to love whomever you want to. I believe the Court's time would have been better spent to fix the messes they have with allowing partners the necessary items like beneficiary and end of life decisions. They could have avoided the division in this Country that they've caused by taking the alternate route that would have satisfied both sides, but they took the polarizing route instead. ((shrug)) What's done is done. Now we deal with the aftermath. I will, however ask one thing. If you are one of those celebrating, don't disrespect those who don't share your joy. They have the right to mourn as much as you have the right to celebrate. Try to talk to others and respect their opinions. You might find that they respect yours even if they don't agree. This all comes down to this: Respect the other side's opinion...don't spew hatred because they don't agree. You wouldn't want them to do that to you, don't do that to them.

Maranatha.

Saturday, May 30, 2015

Miracles are everywhere...

I just watched the most amazing video and I wanted to share it with everyone.

These last few days, I have had a thread on facebook go a little nuts. Now, normally when language skills are used as was in this post, I delete them. Didn't do that this time. Why? Because, believe it or not, I felt it would be beneficial to leave the post alone. I did not delete a single response. The reason why is so that those prayer warriors that are out there that followed it could have specific details to pray over. This particular thread was on the Charlie Charlie Game. Nasty little game that opens doors just a crack to anything that wants to sink its claws into anyone who gives it an unguarded soul. Now, the Ouija board? Don't even go there. Nasty, nasty and opens wide doors that should never, ever be opened. Period.

I give you this for a reason. Blindness. There is more than one way to be blind. You can be physically blind...emotionally blind...mentally blind, or even spiritually blind. Spiritually and physical is where I'm focusing today. Stay with me, I really do have a point.

When Jesus walked this earth, He healed a diverse amount of ills. The lame walked, the deaf could hear, the dumb could speak and the blind could see. Yes, all physical ailments. He also healed the spiritually blind. The person who was possessed by Legion, the girl who had many demons, the list goes on and on. The point is, JESUS HEALED THEM ALL, and it was by faith they were healed.

Stay with me, I'm getting there.

The post I referred to earlier, a young woman lamented about God not opening up her womb so she could have children. I don't know the specifics, only God knows why these prayers were not answered to her satisfaction. But I do know one thing. God works in many, many ways to bring that miracle to bear. In this case, medicine and science are invaluable to couples who have had difficulty in concieving. For those who choose not to go this route, the Foster system and adoption are all options. Don't see that as a miracle? Think again. For the foster and adoption system, parents who go that route are the miracle to that little one without parents.

But the blind still don't see that. They only see a system that is near broken...they lament over the hundreds of thousands of children who wait year after year to get into a family. Yes, there are problems, but for that one child, the miracle is real.

Also, in reference to the earlier post...the blindness is spiritual. Those who choose to say its only a kid's game; who do not see this as a "pre-school" demonic introduction are blinded spiritually. They do not have the eyes to "see" the danger in such activities. Those who have been there and done that and have the scars to prove it? They're the ones who are warning against these games and the warnings are falling on deaf ears. They say they're intolerant, stupid, screwed up in the head...the list goes on and on. But the fact of the matter is, these folks are warning, much like the sirens warn residents when a tornado is about to hit the area, this is a siren warning to back away. To open their eyes and ears and pay attention. These posters may think hell is a playground, but it is nothing of the sort. The Bible describes it as a place of eternal torment.

Now to that video. This is a family who is unable to afford the surgery necessary to restore the eyesight of their two daughters. This foundation goes to these areas and makes the surgery available to them at no cost. Now, I don't normally endorse charities because there are so many that are worthy that my blog would be filled day after day with them, but this one bears watching. I will tell you, that I was crying by the end. Not out of sorrow, but from joy. I could feel, in that one moment, the wonder that girl felt as she looked at Creation for the first time. Her blindness was removed and she was able to see...really see for the very first time.

Revelation 21:3-5 says: And I heard a loud voice from heaven saying, “Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and He will dwell with them, and they shall be His people. God Himself will be with them and be their God. And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away.”
Then He who sat on the throne said, “Behold, I make all things new.” And He said to me,[a] “Write, for these words are true and faithful.”

All things will become new...including our sight, both physical and spiritual.

Here is the link to the video. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Abuse...

To say this is a touchy subject is an understatement, but I think it really needs to be brought to light. Domestic abuse in and of itself is a horrific epidemic that is growing by leaps and bounds daily. According to statistics (The National Domestic Violence Hotline), IPV (intimate partner violence) affects over 12 million people each year; 48.4% of women and 48.8% of men have experienced psychological aggression by an intimate partner in their lifetime. The statistics get worse as you go down the list. The most interesting part of these statistics is something most people overlook. The amount of men who are subject to domestic violence, whether its physical, emotional or verbal. Children, whether they are victims of domestic violence or not are most likely to either end up in a violent relationship, or become abusers towards their domestic partner or children when they are adults. The damage that occurs in a violent home situation is unbelievable.

I preface this post this way for a reason. I read today an article that made me sit back in my seat. It made me realize that, even on a very small level, that I have been an abuser. Worse yet, a good deal of my women friends are as well. Wow. Scary revelation, but true. Let me explain.

First of all, I'm going to go to the Bible. In the book of Ephesians 5:21-23 it says: 22 Wives, submit to your own husbands, as to the Lord. 23 For the husband is head of the wife, as also Christ is head of the church; and He is the Savior of the body. And then again in the book of Colossians 3:17-19 is this: 18 Wives, submit to your own husbands, as is fitting in the Lord.
19 Husbands, love your wives and do not be bitter toward them. 
Now, before y'all get your panties in a knot, let me explain the word "submit." In this context, yes the definition applies, but there is also another meaning to this. It's respect. Ladies, we are to respect our husbands. Right now, I'm not addressing the physical aspect of abuse here, I'm talking verbal abuse. 
"But I don't verbally abuse my husband! I love my husband!" So do I, but think about this and chew on it for a moment. How many times when you're talking about your families, your husband in particular to your friends do you mention something like, "he wouldn't read an instruction manual if it were taped to his forehead," or I really hate the way he does this or that..." or "he's so into football, baseball, basketball (pick your sport) and pays no attention to me..." Sting yet?
Okay, how about this one? You send hubby to the store for say, hamburger, buns, lettuce, tomatoes, cheese and potato salad. He comes back with everything you asked for, but...the hamburger isn't the lean kind, the cheese is American and not cheddar and the tomatoes are squishy. You let loose on him. Did you tell him what kind of burger or did you just generically say "hamburger?" Did you specify what kind of cheese, or tell him that the tomatoes should be firm so they don't squish all over the counter when you go to cut them? No? Guess, what...you've just verbally abused the man. 
Some men just chalk it up to PMS...some men will meekly say that they didn't know it was a big deal, some will simply say, if you want it done right, do it yourself. All of it comes back to you. If it is a constant thing, you have a problem...you want control of every situation. 

Yes, you have a wonderful relationship with him. Yes, you love him to the moon and back, but don't you think that you should respect his feelings like you would expect him to respect yours?


This article hit me right between the eyes because I know I'm just as guilty as the next wife of doing this. I've grumbled about clothes being folded the wrong way when I should be rejoicing that he enjoys doing laundry (and I really don't). I've fussed about tomatoes being over-ripe and he's offered to take them back and get firmer ones, to which I've always said no, but still. 
Now I understand that there are going to be some of you out there who are going to get all fired up about this, but really, please don't. I don't take domestic violence lightly, having been there on a low level myself. When someone physically picks you up and throws you against a car because you've broken up with him when you found out he cheated on you? Yeah, domestic violence. To have someone tell you that you aren't worth the skin you're in? Domestic violence. Praise God, beyond being tossed across a driveway I haven't been physically abused, but this takes on many forms, and I know many, many people, not just women or children, who have been victims of these crimes. I have a dear friend who suffers from PTSD, in part because of domestic violence. A relative who was subjected to another kind of abuse that turned their world upside-down. No, I understand abuse and I would never, ever make light of it. 
Please understand that I love my husband more than my life itself. There is nothing I wouldn't do for him and to realize that in even a small way that I have devalued him, that I have disrespected him, makes my stomach turn. Ladies, if you see yourself in this, I ask one thing of you. Go to him, admit your fault and ask his forgiveness. I did.

Postscript: If you, or someone you know is a victim of domestic abuse, I encourage you to call the National Domestic Violence Hotline: (1-800-799-SAFE (7233), or 1-800-787-3224 (TTY). ), or your local Domestic Abuse Hotline. Don't stay in a dangerous situation. Seek help, there are resources out there to help you. Don't say it will change, it won't. Please. Seek help.