Time Quickly Passing

I was excited to see 2013 roll around because 2012 was not my favorite year. Although I got to do a lot of travel and I learned a great deal about myself and my family and my friends, as well. However, this year has provided sickness, sadness and heart break.
Reviewing my life, I am so thankful for what I have and for my health and sanity. I have heard rumors of the things I know now are true. But the reality of these new truths is alarming to me.
Now I have to tune out the bad and pursue the good. Work on improvements and be thankful for God’s gracious gifts in life.
I am sadly looking towards the future remembering all the good times of the past. I have tried to age gracefully and look honestly at death for myself and those I love. All of a sudden, it slaps you in the face and you are stuck looking at bare emotion of those you love who are facing diseases that money can’t cure.
Prayer prevails as sickness soars. Time is passing too quickly for me and those I love. Can I stop the clock? I cannot. Can I put my hand inside the sickness and pull it out? I cannot. Can I take the pain away and place my open palm on an area for instant healing? I cannot. I can remain calm, positive, focused. I can encourage, love, support.
Yes, I am happy it is the new year. I am praying for better news than what I have been delivered so far. I am hoping for miracles. I am happy I have the privilege to express my feelings and publish my thoughts.

Happy New Year

It is time once again for New Year resolutions. Again. We torture ourselves by committing to try to quit our bad habits and strengthen our good ones. Again. We vow to lose those pounds that we lost and found last year. Again. We promise to complete the important tasks that were left undone this past year. Again. We reassure ourselves that we will be able to accomplish all that we desire with our limited time and resources that we were supposed to achieve last year. Again. Thus said, my resolutions will be to survive another year, be kind, be smart and be myself. Again. God Bless you all!

Christmas Thoughts

And so, after the company has left, after the last piece of turkey has been reinvented, after the floor is swept and the bathrooms cleaned, we sit down. Down to memories and fond moments that we will have forever. Thoughts of those we have seen and touched and who have touched us. Now it is time to get ready for Christmas. Let those we have touched and who have made us think about our place in this world, inspire us to give more of ourselves this Christmas. More baking and sewing and crafting to give. More thoughtful acts of care by giving our time to those who need a break or those who don’t have any time left. When we give something made by ourselves or ourselves alone, it is much more precious than something that will fade away or break or be re-wrapped this year. Give responsibly. Happy, loving, memory filled holidays to you and yours.

Presidential Problem

I have lived through many presidents. I have witnessed many elections. This upcoming election has me nervous. I will not say who I am voting for, nor will I jump on the bandwagon for either. What I would like to mention is the fact that EVERYONE needs to take care when voting to ascertain the person you are voting for ends up the one that will be counted. I have feared this would happen and now it has.
When you vote, please check to see that the candidates you voted for is correct. Trust me, I do not know how voting is tampered with, but I do know that it is, and it is happening as we speak.
I hate to say it, but, trust noone. There will be good cops, bad cops at the polls. There will be teamsters, bullies, fanatics, etc. when you vote.
Do the right thing. Vote. If you want to make a difference in our country today, vote. But, double check to see that your vote is correct before you pull that lever.
Do it for you, do it for America.
God help us.

I Fear For Our Children

As I was shopping at my local store last weekend, I was horrified to see that parents have not given much thought to the missing children in today’s society. Everyday, Amber alerts are given and the news is full of crime scenes where children have been abducted and murdered and dismembered. Our youth of America. Our young boys and girls who want nothing but to play sports and eat ice cream and go to school and be with their friends and live a happy, healthy, long, normal life.
Children in the store were far away from their parents, running in the aisles, doing their own thing. I watched as the shopper would stop and talk to someone or stop to read a label, and the child would disappear. Please do not tell me that these people do not have newspapers and televisions. I do not believe that. Why, when we get so much information about crime than ever, are parents not being more careful with their children? I looked at these young boys and girls. They are so innocent, so sweet, so in danger.
I myself have grandchildren and now a great-grandson. When in my care, I guarantee you that they will be safe. Yes, you are going to have occasional accidents, but a pervert will not have the opportunity to take one of my children away and harm or kill them.
What are parents thinking? Why are they not thinking of this crime? I am seriously worried that so many parents are letting their children stray from them and walk around like they were grown.
It is not my intent to scare the children, it is my intent to wake up parents. Too many crimes against our young people are happening. It is sad and ugly and unthinkable. I also think about the children that are left alone to get to school. Whether it be standing alone at 6 am to catch a bus, or walking to school by themselves. When the time changes in November, it will be dark when that bus rolls by. We need to be sure that our children are safe.
Please parents. Take the stories that are shown to us daily about the abduction and killing of our precious children to heart. Do not let one of these stories become yours. Do not hasten the death or disappearance of one of your children. Be more careful. Your children will be grown and out the door too soon, but until that time, be cautious of where your children are and what they are doing. It is your responsibility as a parent.

Weak Week

Hi folks. Walking out the door in the fog to another day. Wondering what swell and uplifting people I will meet along the way. Maybe it will be you. Will you smile? Will you speak? Will you put your head down and shuffle your feet? This week is not on my favorite list and I can’t wait to see it go. Smile at me when you pass my way and let God’s countenance flow! Everyone have a great day!

Children

Hello big world. Today my baby turns 35 years old. We live far apart and I won’t see her today. Funny how miserable that makes me. I want to hold her and kiss her and spank her 35 times. I want to look at her and thank her for giving my life meaning. I want to bake her a cake or two or three. I want to set something on her bed that she has dreamed of. I want to glow with pride when I see all her friends tell her Happy Birthday. I want to wrap gifts from her children to give to her like I did when they were little. I want to let her know how important she made my life and that she gave me meaning and purpose.
God knows my every thought and purpose. He looks after my family, young and old. I want my children to be good and kind, happy and successful. I don’t know what will be happening in 10 years, but I hope I can see my children on their birthdays.
Have a great day. Hug your children!

The Weekend

Well, it’s Friday again. I hear people saying all the time, “have a good weekend”. Now, I was in this world when there was such a thing as a weekend. Trust me, that does not exist any more. Businesses and shops and markets were closed on Sundays. Not open. Couldn’t shop, nor could you work, because where you worked, was CLOSED. Yeh. You rested on the weekend. That’s where the term ‘window shop’ came from, because your butt could not get in. This was the weekend. The time you spent time with your family, The time you went to Church. The time you worked in your yard and on your house. Everybody. Now? People work everyday and businesses are criticized if they close on Sundays. Have you noticed that businesses are open on the holidays now? Yep. Christmas will be next. How unholy is that! Give me the good old days when I knew I could see my parents for 2 whole days and I could be loved and taught in the home, the right way. The way God intended. Oh, by the way, have a great weekend!

Rain Rain

So much to do today and it has rained all day long. Now in the old days, when I was young, there were many things to do on a rainy day. Not now. So, I have my crochet basket ready, and since the dish is down because of the weather, I will listen to Glenn Miller and Bennie Goodman while I make a cap for my greatgrandson. To be sure, thoughts of the old days will cross my mind and I will smile as I crochet. You know it! Bless you all and have a ball!

Sunday Morning

Happy Sunday fellow bloggers. I find I am a writer of sorts and am always seeking new things to write about. Really, not a hard thing to do at all. This morning I find myself with a new subject and title. I am impressed with myself for a Sunday. I can be found on Yahoo Contributors if you might be interested in my writing. Today, I am piecing together an article about seniors who are reliant on medicines that damage them in other ways. I did say I was in the “piecing” stage. So, while at work, I will ponder the situation and write tomorrow. Have a wonderful, wonderful day! Tell the ones you love that you love them, while you still have the chance.