In the beginning there were two or more of each species, mankind, mammal, and animal, included among the above insects. When we are young the world is ours. We are surrounded by life and all it's abundance, from family, friends, to quiet times alone, knowing that someone was and always would be there. This is not the case in most realities. Many have and will die alone isolated from the healing and soothing touch of another, unable to hear the voice or laughter of another, unable to look into the eyes of a friend or loved one a last time. We need to have a partner, mate, spouse, lover or friend even to the end when our journey is over in this realm of life. So, please never let those you love over the age of seventy be alone. Be there for them. Someday we all will have to face the loss of loved ones and friends, we will even be the one others are saying goodbye too, but please never let it be that they were alone.
As I sit quietly waiting upon the Lord, my mind reflects on the contrast of the news and the ways of this world today compared to those of biblical times. Today is not much different as in the day Of Noah; the wicked and evil forces and spirits of this world are as desperate today to destroy Gods creation and mankind as they were back then.
I can only image the fear and desperation of those back in the day and time of Noah... I only have to turn the news on to grasp a glimpse of it.... as a mirror reflects our image so does the hearts of man. " Love is letting go of Fear"
In Psalm 23 it says: " ye though I walk through the valley of death I will fear no evil." This world that I live in is my valley... I will fear no evil , "for thou O' Lord art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me."
God is love, there can be no place for fear or concerns of this world. I am in the world but not of it. I can only thank God for His Love and freedom in his Love that I can over come the world and walk through this valley unharmed or tainted.
By letting go of all my fears and replacing them with His Love, he will anoint my head with oil, my cup will runneth over and surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life..
Whom or what shall I fear, when Love conquers all!
America, America, Land that I love.... from seas to shining seas! Where does our country begin, where are the borders, Is this a safe haven? Questions that I ask in earnest. I as the Eagle above pray for America today. Gone is the America of yesterday, gone is the security that Americans are safe, gone is the once sovereign state of our Nation.
Our Armed Forces , the Marines, Navy, Army, Air Force and Coast Guard and last but not least our National Guard, they are the only thing that is keeping us together as a Nation. Our Government system could take a lesson from them in dedication, organization skills, commitment, priority, the list could go on and on; I think you get the just of my meaning.
The National Guards purpose is to protect our shores and borders in peace and times of disaster or war... why aren't they? It is not because they don't want to, their hands are tied by our system; let me word that by saying "some in our system."
I am not against immigration, or the immigrant. Unless you were born here as a Native American, (Indian).. we all are descendants of immigrants. Yet, in that season when they came to the Land of Milk and Honey, came in the way of the times and through the right channels and studied to become American citizens.
There are guidelines and rules for coming to live in America...but now those all are being thrown aside and all stops pulled... our borders are unsecure, the message being sent by this administration is, " come one, come all." I have a problem with that, come but come legally. Come with your talents, your dreams, your hopes... but come as those before you did, with proper passports, visa's.
My heart goes out to all the unfortunate children and families that have poured in this past year of so. We don't have jobs enough for those of us that live here. There are children in each city or town that going to go hungry tonight. American children whose family can't find a job. Charity is a great and wonderful thing and should be practiced by all, but charity begins at home. Help those that are here, reach out to the poverty ridden area's of America. Feed the hunger here. Create jobs and opportunity for those already here. Help the men feel like men again and masters of the destiny and homes.
We all need to help one another when we can. We all need to be respectful of the other regardless of color, creed, religion. We owe it to our future American's to leave her in a better condition then she is in now. It begins with us. It is our duty to see that America is once again put back in her sovereign State.
This is my heart felt thoughts of this matter. I am not associated with any group, cult or association. I am only exercising my right as an American citizen while I still have freedom of speech.
With trembling hands my grandmother removed the delicate tea cup from the bed of excelsior protecting it. Her eyes filled with glistening tears as she gently held the beautiful porcelain cup to her heart. Her thin lips quivered as she fought back her tears.
“Katy, I want you to have this tea cup; as you can see it is very important to me”. “I would like to tell you the history behind this little tea cup before I give it to you and hope that when the time comes you will do the same.” My grandmother s’ voice was broken and weak as she spoke. She placed the tiny tea cup in my hands.
“This tea cup was my mothers, given to her on her sixth birthday by her father.” “You see this tiny chip on the side? He told her it was because he had filled it with all his love; and his love was so strong and so great that it overflowed and chipped the tiny cup”. “It is a very special cup”.
My grandmother continued. “Mother’s birthday was the night before her father was to leave for France during WWW II. The next morning he told my mother to go get her tea cup so they could have a cup of tea before he had to leave.” “As they drank their tea, I remember mother telling me how she watch her father smile down at her.” “My dear little Sara”, he said as he reached and pulled her into his arms, “I will miss you and our tea time so much. Please remember how much I love you and each time you have tea think of me and all my love.” “Promise me will you?”
“My Grandfather never made it back from the war. My mother as a child had tea every day and talked with her father, telling him all her thoughts and plans. As she grew into a young woman she fell in love with my father and of course she continued to have her tea and share with grandfather all the aspects of her life.” “You see dear this cup holds all your great-great grandfathers love, your great grandmothers’ tears, laughter, hopes and dreams, and of course all my love and aspirations.”
“I too have drunk from this cup, I thought of the importance attached to one’s personal cup. I thought of the cups function as a metaphor for an individual’s fate.
This little tea cup reminds me of Psalm 23:5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
“It reminds me of God’s love and all the times that a cup is used in scripture.” The silver cup of Joseph in Genesis 44:2-17, the cup of David in Psalms 16:5 and 23:5, the cup of the Lord in Psalms 75:8 and 1Cor. 10:21, then there is the cup of Salvation Psalms 116:13, also the cup of Blessings in Mt 26:27.”
“It is time now for me to pass the cup to you. It is time for you to add to the history and heritage of the tea cup. Pass it down to the next generation telling them of all the love that it has in it and of the love of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and the cup he filled for us.”
I hugged my grandmother and placed the cup back upon the bed of excelsior. I thought to myself, “No greater love except that of the Lord could exceed the love of my Great-great grandfather as he filled the cup to overflowing.”
Yesterday I had so much work to do, catch up work you might say. I noticed that the molding around the tub in our first bathroom was loose and decided I would pull it off and replace it. What I found was unbelievable, mold had attached itself to the underside of the molding and all around the perimeter of the tub.
After carefully removing the molding I proceeded in cleaning the tub. There was glue and other things that needed scraping off instead of scrubbing off. I decided to use an old knife to this. Well, I am not a careless person, but somehow I managed to stab myself in the lower left forearm. Blood came gushing out so fast, I thought to my self 'O God, I've cut an artery'!
Yes, It was my God that I called on first! I grabbed an old towel, put pressure on the wound and held my arm high above my head. 'O God' I prayed. 'Please don't let me bleed to death or have cut anything important '.
My heart raced, I didn't feel dizzy, I thanked God for that, I talked to God some more. I toyed with the idea of calling 911, but my spirit said, 'no, wait and trust God.' I waited and after thirty minutes I removed the towel. The bleeding had stopped and was only seeping. 'Thank you, Jesus'.
I was still shaken after the fact and called my daughter and asked her advice as to what I should do. She walked me through the steps for wound care and told me to sit down and rest . She asked me if I were alone and I said, 'No, I called Jesus'! ' He is the first one I call.'