Mama Always ~ L.A. Brown, Author

Currently, I am reading a book called The Harbinger and quite frankly I have to admit that it is interesting. That said, however, I will tell you that as in the Left Behind series of books, I will take this as fiction through and through. I cannot deny that there are some interesting facts that have been presented, but the Bible says that for a prophet to be considered from Him, that he first must be able to pass muster, so to speak. The prophet who claims to have revelation from God must have a spotless record, that is, everything must come to pass with 100% accuracy. Period.  To me, I would think that is the only qualification that there must be. (Deuteronomy 18:21-22   21  And if you say in your heart, ‘How shall we know the word which the  Lord  has not spoken?’—  22  when a prophet speaks in the name of the  Lord , if the thing does not happen or come to pass, that  is  the thing which the  Lord  has not spoken; the proph...

...but I know I have to. Do you ever get into one of those moods that you don't want to do anything? Nothing? Zip? Zilch? Nada? Not even go to bed? I'm beat and yet the last thing I want to do right now is go to bed. This week has been, well, Heck Week....the fibromyalgia has kicked into high gear and even laying down right now is uncomfortable. I need to sleep, but the thought of laying my whole body down and being uncomfortable is just not appealing. Its bad enough that the sleeves of my shirt are driving me buggy, but to add sheets on top of that, no thank you. Widget is even inquiring as to when I am going to decide to go to bed. His buggy little eyes are so sleepy right now, I know all he wants to do is go and make biscuits on the end of my bed and hunker down for the night...instead he's got his vulture mode going...you know the one...the one where they find the highest perch near you and then they just hang their heads and stare at you. You have to love cats.... ...

I try, really I do, but I just can't help it. I am the Mama. I'm not the Mother-in-law from Hades, I don't think, but I do drive my little girl buggy and my son-in-law thinks that I'm just a bubble off. I really can't help it because she's a world away and there's no way that I can get to her even by airplane to comfort her when she's down or upset, help with the babies when she's overwhelmed or just step in to babysit when the kids need some time for themselves. Japan has its beauty, but its a tough place for her to be, in my opinion. When she married she was on top of the world. She was marrying a young man who stole her heart in high school and moving across the Country to North Carolina. That was a pain, but nothing insurmountable, the plane ride was minimal and I didn't need a passport. When the Marines transferred him to Japan, Okinawa to be exact, at first she was excited, but the excitement waned soon after they were there. The culture ...

What I have determined is that we had it easy as kids. You heard me right, we had it easy. Sure, there were no computers when I was a kid except that huge warehouse-sized IBM one somewhere in corporate America. We didn't have more than three channels to choose from instead of the hundreds that are available now. Like the commercial says for U-Verse...we couldn't just move the t.v. from one room to another without losing our picture. If you didn't have an aeriel antenna then you had some sort of rabbit ears. Even then, sometimes you had to put aluminum foil on them to get a better picture. We had Saturday morning cartoons, Bugs Bunny and Roadrunner; Johnny Quest; Speed Racer ( I hated that one...couldn't keep up with the lips there); Looney Tunes which was separate from Bugs Bunny/Roadrunner. Sundays we had an abbreviated version of Saturday cartoons, they were only on for a couple of hours before Church. Sunday night it was Wild Kingdom and The Wonderful World of Disney...

..I learned in the last month. The month of May has been, hands down, the most  difficult month that I think that I've ever experienced. Being away from home and hearth, health problems on both sides of the family and that great equalizer, death being a huge part of the month...yeah, I'm over it. The month of May was pretty much the wind down for me and my travelling the world. I was able to stay with my Mom while she had her back surgery and then some of the recovery time, which was a good thing. Dad was able to keep working so he didn't lose any time at all really. I was able to help Mom out with the things that she normally would be able to do for herself, and helped her to keep track of the medication that made her a bit loopy and a tad forgetful. This was a good thing, but a little bit stressful, so bring on a flare up. Nothing to write home about and pretty much controllable with Advil, but flareup nonetheless. The end of April and the beginning of May also brough...

As we come into the 2012 celebration of Memorial Day, I wonder how many of us actually stop to remember someone who served in our Armed Forces during any of the wars in our lifetimes. Today, I actually did. You see, I have several members of my family who served during World War II; Korea; Vietnam and now Afghanistan and Iraq wars. I fully intended to stand up in church today representing my Son-in-Law, Stephen, who is a Marine and has served both in Iraq and Afghanistan. Today was bittersweet and difficult. Last night, my Father-in-Law, MSGT Howard T. Brown went to be with the Lord, and today's service was difficult to sit through, to worship through without breaking down in tears. MSGT Brown was born in New Hampshire and lost his parents when he was just a child. He was raised by his Grandmother who was raised in the late 1800's and raised her grandson in like manner. He grew up into adulthood with the common sense that came from that era, and probably, I'm guessing, g...

Once upon a time, when imagination was still in vogue, there was this Camel named Spitster. Spitster was a fun loving, practical joker who loved to see people smile and enjoyed the fellowship of the population of The Pond. The Pond used to be a place where people could gather, have a picnic or two, a bonfire or just relax in one of the many hammocks that were there specifically for reflection, peace and communing with Abba. Spitster, if he wasn't the instigator was involved in more than one water pistol war, snowball fights and whatever else he could have fun doing. Spitster is also a well travelled camel. He has been all over the world. Sometimes its just for fun, sometimes its for business (what kind of business does a camel have??), and sometimes its for the furthering of God's Kingdom. Of course, somehow he always had a hand, or rather, a hoof in some of the discussions....I am quite sure that he managed to start the "briefs vs thongs" conversation at The Po...