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Grow Up? Why?

Yesterday I posted a semi-rant after watching a video from Facebook  from someone who believes the “occupy wall-street” protestors had every right to protest. Yes, our constitution allows for that. BUT WHEN DO WE GROW UP?

Most of those protesting appear to be young people; by that I mean younger than I am. Thinking back when I was their age protesting was not on my agenda. Maybe that was because I was too busy trying to graduate from college and get on with my life. Did I miss something? Oh yea. They want that on their resume!

“I was a Wall-Street Occupier. I sat in the cold for days on end, slept in a tent with no heat and ate bugs. I deserve a job.” I don’t have that on my resume. Will protesting be a requirement now to get a job?

Growing up these days is hard, I know that. I heard the other day we actually don’t make wise decisions until age 50.

If this is true what about the other 49 years prior to the big 50? Does this mean we don’t have to be accountable for ourselves? Does it mean we are excused for our stupidity for the 49 years prior to this?  I wish I was younger so I could be in this category.

For those of us who have already gone past the 1/2 century mark are we to be placed in the stocks  for working, raising children and paying our bills on time because we are held accountable?  Are we excused for the 49 years prior because I just read this on yahoo the other day? If so, that isn’t fair.

To be honest I know people who never grow up. Do you know anyone like that? It is as if they are stuck. I wonder if they want to be stuck. What happens before that magic day of accountability  when life slaps you in the face with something you can’t handle?

Do you run to those who are occupying wall street? Do you run to another unaccountable person like you? Do you run to the almighty government?

No. You run to someone who is accountable. You run to someone who loves you. You run to someone with answers.

His name is Jesus

Remember him? The one your accountable parents taught you about? The Savior who died for you on a cross that literally changed the world? The Lamb of God who is always with you and  will be with you when your life falls apart?

My advice: It is time to grow up America. Stop your protests and complaining and realize you live in the most blessed country in the world. You might want to do that quickly before it all falls apart because when it does happen you might be fighting  for that foxhole the atheists have jumped into.




I have decided that since the protestors are “occupying wall street” I want to occupy something.  Must be fun or they wouldn’t keep doing it. How do they keep doing it?

I guess it depends on what you are occupying. They have camped out on streets in big cities, and in front of capital buildings and businesses. Do you need a permit to do that? Those little girls this past summer selling lemonade on the street in front of their home were told they needed a permit.

Wonder what would happen if I decided to occupy my neighborhood. Do you think my neighbors would protest? Oh, they are nice people. They wouldn’t mind me walking around yelling ” I now occupy our neighborhood.”

Just think of all I could get away with. I could read their mail. Ride the pink bicycle across the street. Take their newspapers, read them and then throw them back in their yards.  Someone has a nice red Corvette parked in their driveway. Maybe it could be moved to my driveway.

Or what if I wanted to occupy the mall? Oh wow. Think of the stores I could raid. Clothing, shoes, phones, knickknacks. There is a nice area in the middle of our mall where I could camp out. The Sears store probably has a tent I could occupy. I will go there first.

You know what would really be fun to occupy? The Police Dept. Sure. I can see it now. Local Protestor occupies Police Department.” She has managed to fire all employees and re-hired the unemployed. Oh, by the way, the new employees are not trained police officers. They consider themselves to be vigilantes.

I must tell you what I would like to occupy the most. WASHINGTON! Oh, I can feel it in my bones. Driving to the White House in my new police car, I would step out and declare, “I now Occupy Washington.” The following are some of the changes I would make.

My first duty would be to clean house. I would get every one on Capital Hill together in the House and make them read the Bible out loud to each other and agree to govern accordingly.  If they disagree, they will immediately be replaced with a modern-day Moses, David, Paul or Ester.  I might throw “Matthew, the Tax Man” in to overhaul our tax code.

Next, I would  eliminate the debt, build up our military and throw Obamacare out on the front lawn of the Whitehouse.  I would set up a balanced budget, overhaul medicare and Medicaid and set into rule marriage is only between a man and a woman.

I would call into order anyone on welfare who buys beer and cigarettes, has manicured nails and fills their grocery carts with anything other than food they actually need. If they can work and are not, we will help them find a job. We will not throw a stimulus of taxpayer money to help them do it either.

Money wasted on such entities as Solyndra, Planned Parenthood and NPR will be immediately stopped and given to charities like the Salvation Army and Samaritan’s Purse.

Last but not least, our government will shrink to the size of a nickel. It was not created to do everything.

So, are you ready for me to occupy?


Royal Wings of A Pauper

The Anhinga

This magnificent bird is called an Anhinga. The photograph was taken by my alumni friend John Randolph Harrison from Hilton Head Plantation in Hilton Head, SC.

Anhinga is known as snake birds. They swim with their head above water until they dive. They actually spear fish with their long beaks. Anhinga has a body length of about 33″ with  a wingspan of 46 inches and a body mass of about 48 ounces.

Their wings get waterlogged which is different from ducks so they have to dry them out before hitting the water which is evident here.  The bird will stay in this position for long periods of time to make sure his wings are dry. Their take off requires this because they have difficulty getting off the water. They must flap their wings vigorously to pursue a flight.

On the upside these huge birds have the ability to dive easily to search for prey and can stay under water for long periods of time.  Their meals consist of fish and amphibians.  These birds live in warmer areas and migrate toward the equator. The Anhinga is protected under the 1918 Migratory Bird Treaty Act. There are plenty of them so they are not endangered.

John posted this on his Facebook profile page. Once done, he had quite a few comments about this very unusual creature. Descriptions like, “he looks sort of royal,” or “Indian Chief.”  One admirer named him “King of the Hill.”

He is quite an impressive bird. The kind you take a second long-lasting glance at. His stately stance in this photograph is not at all what he thinks it is. This is a natural progression for his survival. He must do this to be able to catch his dinner.

As the Anhinga stretches his long wingspan to dry his feathers; my first thought when I saw this photograph was how majestic he looked. He must be a real “King of the Hill” to be able to flaunt himself in such a powerful position.  Who wouldn’t be impressed? What walking or breathing creature would not stop to view such a picture of royalty? Who would have thought the Anhinga must remain in this position until his feathers dried before taking flight to live another day?

I see a connection to our beloved Christ here. Before Jesus was born there were rumors of a Messiah coming; the people believed he would come in the form of a King or a Royal Priest.  Instead he was a baby born in a manger of hay, cattle and sheep. Once on earth, many felt deceived. He was not what they expected. Joseph, his earthly father was a carpenter and his mother, Mary was a quiet, young unsuspecting woman of God. Neither had any money or lived in a palace.

Just as the Anhinga performs what looks to be a royal stretch, does not make him “king of the birds.”

So it is with Jesus. Just because he wears the clothes of a pauper does not make him a pauper. God says it makes him “The King.”

Matthew 19:30 But many who are first will be last, and many who are last will be first.


One of those days….

I have so much going on in my life right now… I need a blessing and cant afford to not pay it forward… so here ya go… Hey you… yeah, I mean you. If you have taken a minute to read this… God has seen YOU struggling with something. God says its over. A blessing is coming your way. If you believe in God send this message on, please don’t ignore it, you are being tested. God is going to fix two things (BIG) tonight in your favor. If you believe in God… drop everything and re-post it. I just did Amen ♥♥♥Thank you god for watching over me (this is a repost from facebook)

I find it useful to gage my days now with where I have been. I may not have arrived but at least I am headed in the right direction.  The difference in days of misery and pain now compared to years ago is I know who walks beside me. I know who is influencing every decision I make. I know who cares about my every move. I know I am not alone even when I feel I am alone. I know I have the Creator of the Universe leading me in his shadow of pain into the resurrection of his life changing love.  And that my friends, is not just ok, it is what life is all about.


Scrooge Doesn’t Live Here: Jesus Does.

They are at it again. In fact they have been for quite some time. I am talking about the Thanksgiving and Christmas Police.

They raid the stores the day after Halloween filling them up with turkeys, stuffing mix, cranberries, pumpkin pies, and Horn of Plenty tablecloths. Walk down another aisle and you will find Santa Claus talking to you through a microphone. Beside him are some elves, shirts with Frosty drinking coffee and holiday decorations for as far as you can see. THEY MUST BE STOPPED. IT IS TOO EARLY. 

Growing up we managed to get through Thanksgiving before doing anything about Christmas. Now it is as if they are compiled together for the sake of funding the vast majority of shops, stores and their owners.  Again, it is all about competition with the almighty dollar as the referee.

My husband thinks I am a cynic and has accused me of not liking Christmas.  He just said to me “are you watching a Christmas movie before Thanksgiving?” Maybe if there was something else worth watching like James Bond I would.

If it makes me a cynic that Thanksgiving and Christmas are not about money, giving presents to each other when we don’t need them and dining around the clock with food that is unhealthy and fattening, then I claim that attitude with anger, frustration and a sense of sadness to boot. If I am a cynic because most people don’t celebrate Christmas for what it truly is, then call me a cynic twice.

I have to ask God, “what do you think of the way we have ruined your son’s birthday?” “God, have we completely lost our way with you that we have pushed him aside so that he celebrates it alone and unnoticed?”

Forgive me if I am sounding as if I have no Christmas spirit. It has been hitting me about this time for the last few years.

I am not going to involve myself in the giving of presents. Instead I will donate money to the International Fellowship of Christian and Jews in honor of those I love to help God’s chosen to know the Messiah

I will not stress myself over not being able to be with family due to living away from them, schedules and a myriad of other reasons I can’t control.

I will not allow myself to join in one celebration after another in the name of food or join in the Mutual Admiration Society of Christmas decorations.

I will not appease those around me for the sake of traditions they refuse to change and yet mine were changed for me without my consent.

I will not pretend to be sociable if my heart is not in it or because everyone else is doing it. 

I will not allow myself to be swallowed up in the untrue meaning of Christmas for the sake of not offending someone else, or it is not politically correct.

I dare to be different. I vow to allow Jesus to show up on Christmas morning in my house because he never left to start with.


God will let you get away with it until suddenly . . . (quote by Grantly Morris)

I have rarely if at all have spoken about my years as a Property Manager. There are stories I could tell; some you would not believe. I wouldn’t have if I hadn’t  been there myself. One that stands out in my memory is an event that I thought I would never witness. Before I go any further let me just say “DON’T DO THIS!”

Years ago I managed a number of different complexes in different areas of the town I lived in.  One group was a cluster of 76 townhouses not far from where mine was.

My answering service was very good at keeping me posted with phone calls and inquiries.  Sometimes I wish they hadn’t been but this one night proved to be the phone call they couldn’t believe that had to make.  Waking me up around midnight I heard the operator say,

“Wake up and get over to the Williamsburg Townhouses as fast as you can.”
After being so rudely awakened I asked “Why?”
“A woman is driving her car around the parking lot threatening to run it through one of the units.”
I said “What did you say?”
“Get dressed and get over there now. I am calling the police.”
After throwing some clothes on I jumped in my car.  Driving over there I thought “This can’t be for real. People don’t drive their cars through brick buildings.” In my mind I remember thinking “Sane people don’t drive their cars through brick buildings.”

How wrong I was. By the time I arrived other tenants were outside, police officers, and a fire truck had also shown up. Sure enough a drunken housewife had driven her very large vehicle through a townhouse where her husband was, well, visiting his girlfriend.  She was quite angry and very intoxicated. Resisting arrest she fought to strangle her husband and his mistress.

Old Car, Young Girls

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The police hauled them off while everyone stood in amazement viewing the car in the townhouse. Somehow she had managed to run it through the front of the townhouse after continually ramming the car back and forth in the parking lot. Once she knocked the basic framework down the front door  ended up in  the den area pushing the couch up to the back wall that had a beautiful china cabinet full of expensive dinnerware and silver. Or at least it was full until she broke it all.

The upstairs was barely in place structurally. We wondered how long it would be before it fell into the kitchen and on top of the car.  Bricks and broken glass were everywhere. The front door was somewhere between the car and the couch while other items on the sides were untouched. As I said, I would not have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes.

The story was the husband was the CEO of a large company and quite well known. The mistress of course had to move and our company had to remove the car and rebuild the unit.  After all was said and done the wife and her husband reconciled and stayed together.

If I wanted to get someone’s attention there are better ways to do it. It worked for her but with a lot of damage in more ways than one.

Of course this scandal made the news and is etched in my memory as one I will never forget.

The moral to this story is if you want to drive your car through a building for any reason, I would recommend one that is not made of brick.


In Pursuit of the Hatchet Police

Just when you find something that works, they quit making it. Just when you find a product you like, they quit stocking it. Just when you like a particular brand of something they decide to raise the price so much you don’t want to buy it.

Whoever you are that keeps changing things that work would you please stop? You know the saying, “if it ain’t broke don’t fix it?” Well could you leave it all alone?

From my favorite salad dressing to my diet juice drink and now my allergy medicine! The Pharmacy writes me an email to tell me it was out of stock. Conveniently, they forgot to inform me the Pharmaceutical Company that produces my allergy prescription is no longer making it!

It happens to be the only allergy medication I can take that does not make me non-functional or seasick. Of course they would take it off the market because they found out it works for me!

I don’t know about you but I feel better just getting all that out.

Anyway as I continue to study the healings of Jesus I would certainly appreciate knowing how that works in the next 30 days when my last prescription runs out.

For the record I blame this on the Coca Cola Bottling Company for changing their coke products from  6oz bottles to 8oz bottles and then to cans. I have never gotten over that one. 

So whoever you people are that continue to want to fix things that aren’t broke for the almighty dollar I am looking for you. 

God makes it, we mess it.


America: A Mutual Admiration Society

Portrait of a forbidden fruit

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America has traded intelligence and purpose with greed and forbidden fruit all in the name of personal adoration. We have become a group of lost people delving into social edification leaning on the arrays of others who have no idea how to manage their own life much less anyone else.

Yet, those very ones who live to unyielding political correctness, unsavory lifestyles and walk the Red Carpet are polarized into positions of using their platforms for their own agendas. WE the general public have offered a throne of gold with a crown of jewels to promote the life outside of the “Garden of Eden” after Adam sinned. Who cares what Angelina Jolie wore to the Oscars or if it even fit?

Unfortunately I have to include the church in this respect. The church “skirts” around issues God wants to be taught in an effort not to offend anyone. Open the doors so anyone can show up. True, but not for the case of entertaining them into the kingdom.  My thoughts for some time have been “how has the church failed” instead of “how has the church succeeded?”

We live in fairy tale Mutual Admiration Society. Go live in a castle you can’t afford. Buy a luxury car and along with that every entertainment device advertised. Take a vacation with your Visa Card. We deserve the best the world has to offer. After all, this is America.

Wasteful Spending

Forget the hungry children in Africa, or the missionaries in tribal villages in lands unheard of or the enslaved to Human Trafficking. Why should we care or offer help to the children who live and eat in trash dumps in India or support the Christians in other countries who have put their lives on the line for their faith in Christ? (“Whatever you did for the least of these you did also for me.”Matthew 25:40)

Let them fend for themselves; they aren’t  Americans with Collective Bargaining and we have a reputation to uphold. 

Sadly we have sacrificed our moralistic values as Godly men and women to be  admired for our providential successes. The heck with integrity or honesty. We want to be noticed! After all this is America.

We provide the most obstinate, vulgar, arrogant, and downright ludicrous examples of how to live in this world. Our preposterous fashion labels, 72 day marriages, and political documents that have been rammed down our throats that we haven’t read yet get more attention than Mother Teresa did.

We are more interested in blinding ourselves with the ills of the land to make sure we live up to the expectations of those who have no interest in anyone else but themselves than to stand alone being different. After all this is America; land of the free to do whatever pleases you no matter if it is right or wrong as long as we are following the crowd of “Occupy Stupid.”

This monotony of failure is a result of the acceptance of evil over good; and we have no one to blame but ourselves. Yet, the general consensus is “how can God allow bad things to happen?” Read the Bible; pray, communicate with God everyday and when you do? He will  reveal he is only capable of doing good and help you get off of your self-applauding pedestal and find a life worth living.


The Stuff We Leave Behind

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Our Pastor made a very unique observation. He said he had never seen a hearse with a trailer attached to it. Do you know what that means? It means you can’t take it with you no matter what it is.

His sermon was based upon no matter whether you are rich or poor, we have certain issues to deal with, but our stuff does not matter. In my opinion what ever issues you deal with we are often substantiated by our own perspectives of those issues.
Our stuff and whether or not we want to hold on to it, is temporary.

That being the case our stuff does not make much difference. I know I have too much “stuff.” Most of which is for my convenience or to use as I see fit or need. I am amazed when I find something I have had for “eons” not knowing I still had it. So if I did not know I had it, why do I need to keep it?

My perspective on the issue of stuff is that if I have stuff I didn’t know I had why not give it away? At least someone else in need of my stuff may be able to use it while in this temporary stop-over.

It says in Matthew 6:33 that God knows our needs and will give them to us if we seek him first and his kingdom. That really makes sense. God created us and knew the stuff we would need before we were born. I wonder how much stuff God has?

He told us to travel lightly and in the end we will not need our stuff at all. I think that is because the stuff in Heaven will last forever.

How much stuff do you have? If you already own a trailer or were thinking of buying one for the trip, you may as well get rid of it; it won’t fit through the gate.



Security In All The Wrong Places

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Years ago I found out what security wasn’t. It wasn’t my friends. Or my car. Or my health. Or my ex-husband. Or my family. Or even this nation.

The catastrophic affect this had on my emotions left me hanging. I had a close relationship with God or so I thought. All of a sudden I felt this surging fear running through my veins as if the devil himself had just crawled beneath my feet. I was either going to continue living with that fear or find out where my security really was. I chose the latter.

It still baffles me how people don’t see this. Clearly in our world of chaos  we have no security with each other. Oh, maybe to some degree we do, but what happens when that person you have so depended on is no longer there? Hearing the question, “is there more to this life?” would bring me to the point of no security. These two are connected by God.

Kind of like this: IS THERE MORE TO LIFE? SECURITY IN GOD. So of course there is more to life and God has provided it along with security otherwise we wouldn’t be here.

On this Veterans Day I thank the men and women who fight for us everyday. I also thank my dad who is a WWII veteran along with 2 of his brothers.  The security these brave comrades bring to us in the past and today are ordained by God to protect his people.

2 Chronicles 20:17 says that we do not have to fight these battles because they belong to the Lord. Do you think that is the definition of security?

I took photo with Canon camera.