Monday, October 12, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
There is not a cloud in the sky here in my little corner of Alabama. It's not expected to stay this way, and the drought is definitely over! It's the other end of the spectrum now, we are having flooding issues in some places. The weatherman says my day will be mostly cloudy today, with a chance of rain later this afternoon. In other words, the local forecast is: Rain, Forever.
I have been absent from Blogger for so long that when I came back to make an entry, it made me realize how much I miss AOL J-Land. The journals were so much easier to deal with than Blogs. Yes, I know they are the same thing, but the programs are not.
I am at work, so I better act like I'm here for something other than blogging.
Later, Sweet Taters
Thursday, May 7, 2009
When you get to the end of your rope,
Here are the Knots to hang on to:…
We are hard-pressed on every side, yet Knot crushed;
We are perplexed, but Knot in despair;
Persecuted, but Knot forsaken;
Struck down, but Knot destroyed
—II Corinthians 4:8-9
It is Thankful Thursday
...and I am thankful…
For the rain! The drought has officially ended.
For God’s vast patience, countless (and sure) mercies, and boundless grace.
For people who like me.
For the protection and blessings of my family, whom I dearly love.
For my sisters.
For my sisters who weren’t born my sisters.
For my job…I am truly blessed in this area.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
In addition to a mega-mega $$ handou...I mean stimulus package, we've got a president allotting money for abortions. Yes, I'm aware it's a woman's body, and she has a choice. Perhaps the choice should have started with ways to not get pregnant if she (and he!!) aren't ready for a child, and one of those choices clearly is abstinence! Judgmental, am I? Maybe, but taxpayers' money shouldn't pay for any child's demise. It's just a fetus? Not according to God, who created mankind.
So, if the government is "giving" all this money (which looks amazingly like our own...tax...money), does it come back to us with a price? I mean, will the government have more control over us as individuals? Will they, in essence, "own" us?
With all these various hands out, opened and expecting, in this age of "I'm-owed-something-whether-I-work-for-it-or-not," we've got parents who won't even meet with their children's teachers (upon the teacher's request) about said children's education. Caught a story on a TV news network earlier this week. The head of the NAACP was a guest, and he told the teacher who called with this personal observation that people were too busy working two and three jobs to bother with meeting with teachers. Say WHAT?
How many people do you personally know who are working two and three jobs, and how does that number compare with those who have some kind of goverment assistance (food stamps, WIC, Medicare....and the like)? One most likely greatly outweigh the other, no matter where you live.
When will it end? I hope it's not the same time our personal freedom ends.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
I cracked my window a little bit to see what he needed, and he told me his car was broken down and he was trying to get to work. I didn't see any car. He asked me if I could give him a lift to a place that was much further than where I was actually going...but that notwithstanding...I really felt uneasy about letting him in my car.
He asked to use my phone, and I let him. He called someone, then asked me if I would speak to the man he called. I was a little uncomfortable, but I took the phone. The man introduced himself as the boy's father, and asked if I would give the boy a ride to work. I told him that I was sorry, but I really couldn't do that. I handed the phone back to the boy, they spoke a few more minutes, and he handed me back my phone. I told him I hoped he understood why I couldn't give him a ride, and he said he did. He then asked me for some money to buy a drink. (It really was a hot day, last summer.) I gave him a couple of bucks and went on back to work.
I was feeling guilty because I'd left him there. What if he was just a nice young man trying to get to work, willing to start out walking in the hot summer sun to get there? I consoled myself by thinking that really, in this day and age, I couldn't just give a complete stranger a ride somewhere, and that I really had more than just myself to think about.
That next morning, I got a phone call from the boys father. The boy hadn't been seen since he started out walking, and his few minutes with me were the last contact his family had had with him. I got one more phone call from the dad, and then one from his grandmother later that evening.
I never did find out what happened to the boy. I was just thinking about him this morning.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
It’s about time to go for a Valentine’s late lunch. I’m just too old and grumpy to fight the night crowd tonight.