Mama Always ~ L.A. Brown, Author

I was reading my morning devotional today, and a book of Revelation just jumped out at me, indeed, wouldn't leave my head. It was Revelation 6. When I taught high school Sunday school, which feels like eons ago, we did a study of the entire book of Revelation. I will tell you, that even though I did all of the prep work and study to prepare for this class, I learned more in that series of classes about that book, God, Jesus, my students, this world and myself than anything before that. Since then, I've been through many Sunday School classes and studies about the book of Revelation, and each one has taught me something new that I may have missed or was revealed to me. Today, I was reading chapters five and six. Breezed through chapter five, but came to a screeching halt on the next chapter. Why? I'll show you.                                             ...

  In 1933, the world saw a man rise to power...power that he held onto until 1944. When the Allied Troops liberated the extermination camps, the photos and film footage that came from those liberations made a definite, gut-wrenching impression on those here in the United States. We swore then, that such a thing would never happen again. Then there was Korea, Vietnam, the Middle East, Afghanistan...then 9/11, when we were attacked on American soil. The outcry was enormous...NEVER AGAIN! One problem, though. If you are familiar at all with Nikita Kruschchev, you know he said that Russia would never have to raise a weapon to defeat America, that we will destroy our Country from within. “We will take America without firing a shot ... we will bury you! “We can’t expect the American people to jump from capitalism to communism, but we can assist their elected leaders in giving them small doses of socialism, until they awaken one day to find that they have communism. “We do not have to inv...

I'm here to tell you that I have zero answers. Let me explain. I am a closet science freak/geek. I love the sciences, but I have to have proof. If, in my research I come against conflicting information, I keep going until I have overwhelming evidence one way or the other. COVID is an enigma. See, I can find research that will tell me that it's more dangerous than the 1918 Spanish Flu epidemic that killed so many. Or that the Swine Flu pales in comparison to it's numbers. On the other hand, I can also find research that says that the chances of contracting it are .02%. Both of these are from reliable sources. However. When I go back to the same research a week later, it shows different statistics. So, who am I to believe? The CDC and Dr. Fauci says not to wear masks. Then they say to wear masks. Then they say that masks are dangerous to your health if worn too long. Then they say that masks are important. By the same token, the stay-at-home orders must be take...

By now, all of us world-wide are familiar with this phrase, or something similar. The world has been watching as first China was hit with this killer disease, then Italy, all of Europe, the Middle East, the US, Canada, Mexico, and ultimately, the entire world sans Antarctica. The Arctic and the Arctic Region have been hit with cases in Iceland, as have Alaska (which, while it is counted in the US count, it is considered part of the Arctic Region), Canada; the Northwest Territories, excluding Nunavut, the Yukon, and Labrador, Denmark, Greenland, Faroe Islands, Finland, Norway, Sweden, and 23 Oblasts in Russia. Antarctica is the only continent that has zero cases of COVID-19. In many countries, the stay at home order was strictly enforced, after the virus went berserk. Italy is the most well-known of these countries, with deaths numbering in the thousands, and still rising. Spain is right on it's heels. The US is, per capita, doing better than most, if you can call a death c...

I know, I've been rather scarce as of late...no really good excuse for that, and I will try to do better. That said, I have something for you to ruminate on.   “Now learn   this parable from the fig tree: When its branch has already become tender and puts forth leaves, you know that summer  is  near. Mt 24:32 I have a bit of a confession to make. When something is newsworthy, I watch as much live stuff as I can. That way, when the pundits and MSM come on and spin it their way, I know what I watched and heard. I know the truth without it being dissected  and mutilated, and fed to the public like so much pablum, and I can that way argue with the best of them...mostly.  When COVID-19 hit China, I watched the news...very carefully. When it landed in Italy, it piqued my interest, when it hit Seattle, COVID had my full attention. Then here comes an earthquake.  In the last 30 days, there have been 29 instances of a quake 5.5 or higher throughout ...

You know, I've been reading posts from friends and family...some are worried, others are not. Some are barely getting their essentials, and others are prepared for the Zombie Apocalypse. Me? I'm tottering right smack dab in the middle. I have some stuff socked away, but not like a couple people I know, and yet, I'm still trying to figure out how to get more toilet paper (I'm good...for now) without giving up my hermit status or my first-born's birth certificate. In case you don't know, two of us here are technically in the risky category, Mouse more than me.She's at risk because of Stage 3 lung disease from infancy, and even hay fever can turn to bronchitis or pneumonia on a dime. Me? 60 here and have had pneumonia and bronchitis in the last 5 years. Smh. It is what it is. That said, as far as panic is concerned...even with possible cuts in pay, yeah, I'm not there. And I've wondered about that until tonight. As I was mulling over the posts...

I've been thinking, I need to take more pictures. I mean, landscapes, sunsets/sunrises, fun things, they're all awesome, but what about the mean streets, so to speak? Thinking back, I remember seeing many, many pictures chronicling my Grandmother's lives. Most are reflecting happy times, but there are a few that aren't so happy...weddings, funerals, births, times of prosperity and times of want. My Grandmother on my Mom's side had more of these than the other...Grandma on Dad's side were pretty much good times, even though some of the people in her pictures were ones that she wasn't quite cordial with afterwards. And that got me to reflect on my chronicling. Most of my pictures show happy times, fun times; sunsets, landscapes and animals. But, I have noticed I have a few that show more than I am comfortable with. One picture shows me noticeably thin, dark circles, but a smile nonetheless. I tried to look happy, but the camera captured what I was trying t...