Yadi Yadi Yadda
Saturday, May 31, 2008
I love Saturdays like today. Where we do absolutely nothing.
Nothing planned for the agenda, except we're going to the flea market. Spence and I need new cell phone protectors and they sell them cheap. I want a pink leather one I saw at the cell phone store but I'm to cheap to buy it. I hope to find it there. Keep your fingers crossed :)
I changed my background today. Does anyone know if we can use XML backgrounds? It's hard to find the HTML kind. I wanted a beach theme for summer.
As you know from my previous posts, I love, love, love the ocean. It can really calm your spirit when you are hurting. There have been many, many times in my life where I fled there. I find solace there. The noises of the world cease.
You can sit, or take a walk just by yourself with only the crash of the waves, and God. Make sure you take him along, it can be an unsafe place without him, but he always goes with me , I'm not normally afraid.
The scent of the ocean is intoxicating. They have tried to bottle it up in candles, and air scents. But its impossible. Nothing can compare to the wind blowing through your hair, the suns' warmth hugging you, and your toes sinking deep, into the many layers the soft warm sand, as the cool water dances through them. Its mystical. You always wonder what''s beyond the horizon. I guess that's what drove men to become seafaring.
I use to tell my children that Africa was on the other side of that big body of water. It makes you wonder if some African mother is saying the same thing, slightly different of course, to her child.
Its tradition as we cross the bridge on our way to the ocean to look for the lighthouse. Mackenzie and Spencer always to try race to see who sees it first. Our lighthouse is beautiful. I love to see the light flash out its warning. It is so very romantic.
Ponce Inlet Lighthouse, FL if you have never been, get off the beaten path and come see it. It's full of history, one of the lighhouse keeper died of a heart attack on his rounds to keep the light lit. It's really cool, invite me to come with you, it has been a long time since I've been there I'm way over due for a visit :)
Do you ever feel lost? The ocean is a great place to stop, and search yourself. Life gets heavy sometimes and we seem to loose ourselves in its everyday whirlwind. It's nice to visit yourself. And sort things out. Find out who you really are and what you are made of. I'm still searching for "Me." She's very complex and evasive. But I will find her in her entirety someday.
One thing I know for sure, she wants to be true, loyal , real and sweetly saved. Emphasis on sweet, I don't want to be a bitter cynical old lady. I want to leave a legacy like my Grandmother did. I want to be remembered with a smile.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
He will bring you through it.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Saturday, May 24, 2008
I saw God today
But what makes Bea so special? What makes her so unique in my life? And why is our connection so very strong? Her very entrance into our conscience mind was dramatic. Her very existence, came with a bang. She made an impact from the getgo.
You see my daughter was adamantly, persistently, and forcefully asked to end her babys' life by the doctors attending her pregnancy. She faced this pretty much by herself, I lived 600 miles away at the time.
When it came to choosing between a fetus and a grown daughter, one that I have loved with every breath I take it, this was torturing. Bro. Owen just brought a lesson on exceptions, and believe you me we were searching our souls deeply. My values on abortion are and have been extremely very strong. I never dreamed I would be questioning them, or looking for an exception. Yet, my daughters life was being threatened. Threaten a child's life and you will see a side to a mother that is well hidden even from herself. Should you be given the chance to view it you will be surprised. A dark side lures unknown . A not so pretty side. I hope you never have to be faced with this. I was.
Know the facts. Chances are you know someone who has had or has thought of abortion, as an option. But it is not an exception. These facts were taken from http://www.mccl.org/abortion_statistics.htm
137 babies are aborted every hour
3,304 babies are aborted every day
23,196 babies are aborted every week
100,516 babies are aborted every month
Saturday, May 17, 2008
We saved a fish, today.
Such was the plight of the pitiful flounder Kez and I found on our walk. It was so sad to see this little fellow washed up on the shore. Kez wanted so very badly to reach down and pick it up and place him back in the water. We've had some red tide in the past and not knowing if this fellow would have some kind of disease I advised her against it. It was hard to walk away. We kept convincing ourselves we had done the right thing. Yet we were both bothered. I kept thinking about those eyes, and the little mouth that kept moving, revealing life. And then we spotted salvation. It was coming up the beach on a four wheeler, like a knight in shinning armour. She was an environmentalist doing her nightly rounds. We let her know about the little fish, knowing that she probably had gloves and would know what to do. We stood there watching from a far, as she tossed the little guy back in.
I hope and pray he made it :) Can you imagine how that water must of felt against his dried up dying skin. How wonderful the gift of life felt. My, what a close call. I wonder how many other fishes he told.
You know this feeling well, that is, you do if you've ever experienced salvation. You've been there. Don't forget this story, the enemy would love for you to. He will dangle anything attractive and appealing in front of your eyes and will tempt you with whatever it is you think, you might want. And when he does remember this story, we saved a fish today, and it felt amazing. I guess that's the way God feels :)
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Two daredevils out on a walk
I scaled the wall in record time, adrenalin pumping, excitement running in the high tens, legs , and body moving in super dooper mach one, nitro mode, long skirt dangling in the water getting wetter and wetter by the minuet. The batmobile and the General Lee had nothing on me, I tell you. I was so proud of myself. And just as Kez reached a hand to help pull my hefty self up and out, out slipped her sunglasses. She made a feeble attempt to grab them but the dark, swirling angry sea gobbled them up right before our eyes. And what do you suppose my daughter said, "That was kinda fun, wasn't it?" I'm afraid I have to agree with her there is something magically delicious about beating danger. Now grant you, I don't often do it. And certainly do not attempt to make a habit of it.
So, today as we proceeded to go for our walk, at our regular time. . .as we parked we notice that there were camera crews from different tv stations out on the very spot of our prior exciting experience and we knew something had happened. There are many things that can happen at the beach, and we speculated as to the why? Maybe, a whale has beached itself, or maybe they have found drugs that have washed ashore, or Cuban refugee rafts. Maybe someone drowned or a body was found etc. I told Kezia I would find out what all the ruckus was about much to her embarrassment. And so we asked some fellow walkers and lo and behold a little six year old boy was bit by a shark, but he is okay. So I guess, Mr. Sharkey Shark did not have his big Mac, instead he had a chicken nugget. Thank God he wasn't very hungry and just had a snack.
Because he always carries us through.. . .
God's will won't lead us to where his grace cannot reach