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I Don't Like Valentine's Day Poem!

Thought you would enjoy this playful valentine poem by my talented 12 year old daughter! And if you would please leave a small comment, she would love to read it. Valentine's Day There’s a certain day in February I don’t practically like It’s all about love and that fluffy pink stuff That make me feel silly inside I guess its just cuz no ones ever confessed their love To a girl as strange as me But I won’t let it get me down No I won’t let get me down It’s the 14 th my mom and dad are out My brothers they have there own lives, they don’t like to talk about My friends they all call me spazing over one guy Lucky them But I’m not normal I don’t need anyone to make me feel special So I’m home alone again But I won’t let it get me down No I won’t let it get me down Cuz on this day what I do is not ordinary I watch Titanic over and over again I feel sad and cry at the end Cuz it’s kinda frantic but at the sam

Early American History

As most of my regular readers/friends know, I am not shy about speaking my opinion. I was just yesterday called a "fiery friend" by a dear friend, and wondered if maybe just some of the time, I cross the line of comment to challenge, or response to uninvited rebuke. Even as I ponder this latest comment, I find myself long-winded answering a comment by my nephew (whom I wish I knew better, and he my family). I love God, family and country! Though this doesn't mean I don't love anyone or anything else. It does mean I rarely am at a loss for words about these three topics. I guess you could say I am quite fiery (excited, lit-up, motivated) to talk about them. And I am like anyone else on these three often "touchy" topics, just learning, formulating my thoughts, gelling my foundational beliefs. Therefore, though I espouse my comments with passion, I also embrace truth and am willing to confront the errors in my logic or knowledge. Having said this, now I

Kabul 24 - Book Review - Booksneeze

Afghanistan is not a place that many people have ever visited. Truly it is hard for most of us to understand the government, culture, beliefs and living conditions of people we have never seen. Kabul 24 helped me to see the people of Afghanistan through the eyes of someone who has been ministering to these people over two decades. I think every politician in Washington making decisions about America's policies with Afghanistan and the military going to serve this area, should be required to read this book. Kabul 24 allows the reader to understand who the Taliban, the current Afghanistan government and the Afghanistan people, truly are in an excellent written, fast-pace story of Shelter Now International (SNI) workers imprisoned and tortured after being 'set up' for proselytizing Muslims. I learned more in this book than in any history lesson. People of different Nations cannot be treated the same or as Americans, they are unique people with a life and worldview that can onl

Living Off The Reserve -Pretending

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When we are raising our children we are told to let them have lots of pretend play. We buy the plastic kitchen, with pots and pans and food that is hard enough to be a soft ball. We sit at the toddler table and let them take our order. And yes, we smile with delight when the fake food is served, as though we have been given the best any finest chef could provide. I have drank many imaginary drinks and even asked for refills! Isn't it true that as adults we often play the same game? We go about daily living like we have had a morning feast from God's table but truly we are faking it and living off of the reserves that we obtained through previous intimate prayer, Bible study and retreats. The fact is sadly true; the older we are in the Spirit, the more reserve we have to fall back on and we can fake a current vibrant walk more easily. We know what the walk looks like - peaceable, loving, giving, caring, joyful, etc. So we preform those qualities and to most it looks as though we

New Things Have Come

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Repurposing! This has become a big new word in my vocabulary. It has all started with renting a booth, a vignette (sounds so nicer), at a local Antique Store off the downtown square in my lovely southern town. I love old things. I could stay "lost" in an Antique Mall for days. Each item holds memories for someone, if not for me. I imagine what it would be like in those old days, or how an item was used, or who owned it. It is especially fun when I see something from my own childhood. Like two days ago I was walking around another Antique store on our downtown square and I saw a little round gold colored compact. I knew exactly what it was! My great-aunt always had one just like it on her make-up table. When we were visiting we got to give her those big 'clown-like' rosy cheeks as we helped her get ready for the day. It was $10 so I passed on it. This is only the second one I have seen since I have been an adult. I need to go back and get it. Every-time I hold one in m