Saturday, July 28
Xshot Contest is closed and -
WE WON SECOND PLACE!!

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Family and Friends-THANK YOU!!!
---for putting up with all those corny, 'harrassing' emails;
---for voting even once for me;
---for telling others' about the contest and coercing them to vote as well;
---for considering or purchasing an Xshot for yourself;
---for being a friend!Our collective effort netted us a second place in the Win an Xshot contest...or in other words, WE WON an Xshot and a 5 dollar gift certificate to Kodak Gallery. THANKS THANKS THANKS!!

I'm not sure who was first or third place as I went out of town with the granddaughters to watch Mother Cabbage birth $300 Cabbage Patch Kids!! Yeah, $300 for the original (not Coleco brand) CP Kid!! Think I'll get my patterns back out and see what I can do for the Grandbabies.

WInners of the 3 place popular poll and the BenSpark Choice awards will be announced on Monday at http://www.benspark.com - go check it out for yourself!!You can still order and Xshot at www.xshotpictures.com and, using this special code XSHOTVOTE, get $5.50 off your purchase of one Xshot. I can hardly wait for the one we earned to get here!!!

Again thank you - you can forward this note of gratitude to all those persons you specifically asked on my behalf to vote. Tell them how much they are appreciated, please?!

Grins and blessings for all,

Marsha

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posted by Marsha @ 7/28/2007 11:52:00 PM   0 comments
Thursday, July 26
Xshot Contest nears an end -

One last appeal- The contest ends tomorrow at noon (Drew's time). I would really like to be the recipient of first place as not only the Xshot is a prized gift (and would be very helpful to me with my physical diability of PD) but I'd really LOVE to have that subscription to ProFlickr for the next year. SOOO, if you have folks out there who have computer access - please request at least one vote from them between now and tomorrow. I'm thankful!

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posted by Marsha @ 7/26/2007 09:37:00 AM   0 comments
Sunday, July 22
YOU can be my 100th!

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posted by Marsha @ 7/22/2007 05:40:00 AM   0 comments
Thursday, July 19
Photo Hunters: Even I feel like a GIANT here!


I am five foot tall - very vertically challenged except in Madurodam, The Hague, Netherlands...

I took these pix in May 1993 on my whirlwind tour of 11 countries in 17 days with my three "tweenage - 12, 13, 14" kiddos. This first photo shows Hayley and Cameron standing in front of some of the curious 1:25 scale modeled buildings one can find there. My children could almost relate to Kareem Abdul Jabar!!


This second photo was an absolutely marvelous replica of European majesty (perhaps some Euro friends can tell me the specifics - 1993 was too long ago for me to remember exactly what this was a model of). Notice how the full-sized people in the background dwarf the display! Fun place to go - wish I could do this one again!!!


PLEASE GO VOTE FOR MY GRANDDAUGHTER AND ME AT

(Pssssst - Marsha!)

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posted by Marsha @ 7/19/2007 06:26:00 PM   20 comments
So, Here's the Deal--

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posted by Marsha @ 7/19/2007 01:38:00 PM   0 comments
Monday, July 16
The Polls are Open…PLEASE VOTE FOR ME!!

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Saturday, July 14
WIN an XSHOT from BenSpark!


I'd really like BOTH the first place gifts - Xshot because it would assist me by making it easier on my 'bad PD days' to take pictures, and because I really really want that one year ProFlickr subscription...please vote for me!!

VOTE
FOR
MARSHA




And here's what Drew said today =====>

XShot promos.
By Drew | July 24, 2007


The XShot contest voting is going very strong. I am very excited about all the promotion that each contestant has been doing. I can’t even believe all the great promotional posts that are out there. Check out these posts. Also if you want an XShot for your very own you can get one for $5.50 off the price by using my promo code XSHOTVOTE when you visit http://www.xshotpix.com.

Here are the standings as of 9:09am today.


Selection Votes
Raesmom 24% 120
Mo 1% 4
Charlotte 7% 35
Meeyauw 2% 10
Marsha 26% 128
SurferGirl 14% 72
Amanda 17% 87
Ann 7% 34
Stephen the Dog 2% 11

501 votes total
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501 votes total

Also take a look at each contestant’s photo and cast your vote today and every day till Friday at noon.

Army Mom New Jersey -
Time to Vote!

Marsha -
WIN an XSHOT from BenSpark!
THANX for
Did you remember to vote today?
WILL YOU BE MY 100th?
YOU can be my 100th!
If you make the counter trip 100
HELP - I’m melting!!!
Counter is either stuck or

Amanda -
HELP me WIN!!!
please vote for me!!
PLEASE VOTE!!!!
PLEASE VOTE!!!!!!!!!
photo hunt: tiny

Surfergirl -
I Rarely Do This But…
I Rarely Do This But…
Tagged!
I’ll take you to the Candy Shop
Love Thursday
Great Votes of Fire!

Raesmom -
XShot Contest Voting Has Begun
Contests
Raesmom Needs an XShot
XShot Special Offer
Just 5 more days


If I missed anyone leave me a comment with the link to the post about the contest.

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posted by Marsha @ 7/14/2007 12:56:00 AM   3 comments
Tuesday, June 12
New Contest
Check this one out! Cash to spend however you please!

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Wednesday, May 2
Get Real - Bloggers without Make-up

So here we are in the "buff" so to speak!!! Neither of us are wearing make-up! HA!! Photo is linked to contest site!

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posted by Marsha @ 5/02/2007 09:48:00 PM   2 comments
Win an iPod!

Go register now!!!

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posted by Marsha @ 5/02/2007 02:08:00 AM   0 comments
Wednesday, April 18
Weapons of Choice
***PLEASE NOTE: Following comments are solely my views and not intended to be insensitive to any of the families who lost precious ones at Virginia Tech. My sympathy is extended to them and prayers are offered to I AM for comfort and understanding, peace and rest.***

My Hubby is a retail gun store owner and instructor for risk management in our little town. He does a modest retail business selling guns of all sorts along with specialty firearms items. Hubby is recognized by the NRA and local officials as a licensed trainer for handling of weapons and use of deadly force. He maintains an impeccable profile as a fair businessman and as well as a Christian husband, father, and grandfather.

This weekend I attended his Ladies Only class out at the range because I needed to brush up on my accuracy skills - only left-handed since PD pretty much controls my 'shooting hand.' During the course of the 6 hour class, he and his training partner emphasized the OAT plan for use of deadly force again a would-be attacker.

My shock turned early on to amazement about the V-Tech 'massacre' because many are bringing up the gun control issues again. (Second Amendment wording
here.) Our Constitution allows for the people to keep and bear arms. Generally, we equate 'arms' with 'weapons' and usually, we tend to think that weapons or arms pertain only to firearms - guns.

So what are weapons or arms? I contend that weapons are any tool which someone uses to offend or defend - a tool used to injure, destroy, or defeat OR to counteract the effects of onslaught of injury, destruction, or defeat. With that said, a weapon is anything I can use to defend myself and my brood from senseless acts of physical or spiritual violence. Furthermore, my weapon of choice, a lifeless object, cannot accomplish its purpose unless I exercise my right as stated in our Constitution and use it.

Interestingly enough, one defensive weapon used during the V-Tech killings was a table. Yep, a table! (see my previous post about our Ice Cream Table.) A group of students in one rclassoom heard the commotion, weighed their options, and actively chose to defend life and limb by positioning a common classroom table against the door as a fortification, a tool for defensive posture, a 'weapon' against the approaching assailant. (One could make the argument that they used their 'wits' as a defensive weapon. The collective participated in the deflecting of bodily injury or destruction.)

Consequently, my reflection about the whole situation is that we as a nation fail when teaching our children to prepare for and prevent "V-Tech" type situations before they arise. So many people find it easier to scream, "Gun control" than to take time to set up scenarios with their children and ask/instruct tthem on what should be done in the event we find ourselves in that predicament. Makes me wonder how many of those students and professors died needlessly because the
"Todd Beamers" were not equipped to take a stand on Monday.

Eventually, my thoughts turned to biblical references of what GOD has preserved in writing about defense of our families as well as for our souls. GOD instructs us to actively provide for and defend our families, especially of the household of faith or we are considered worse than an unbeliever. (
1 Tim. 5:8) I believe HE means that we are to protect, nurture, and defend in ALL areas!

Additionally, LORD GOD has listed HIS weapons of choice to fight off the fiery darts of the evil one. Why would HE be so specific if HE did not intend for us to defend ourselves spiritually?

Eph 6:14-18
Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.
14Stand therefore, having your loins girt about with truth, and having on the breastplate of righteousness;
15And your feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace;
16Above all, taking the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked.
17And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God:
18Praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, and watching thereunto with all perseverance and supplication for all saints;


As the nation mourns this senseless act, let us consider and prepare our youth and ourselves for the physical and spiritual defense! Remember - our weapon of choice could be as simple as a table or as intrinsic as our faith.... What's your weapon of choice?

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posted by Marsha @ 4/18/2007 09:49:00 PM   0 comments
Tuesday, April 17
K-E-double-L-O-double-good!
Used to love that commercial - don't hear so much any more!

My day was a "Kellogg's" day! Only when my Savior says, "well done - welcome home" can it get any better. I can only touch on the highlights as some of it will be used ADAS.

At 2 a.m.,I began time alone with the FATHER on behalf of one of the sweetest (sick :-() girls I know. Mom's endure so much - we're on a seemingly never ending roller coaster ride. (Personally, I hate roller coasters - makes me start "pooking" like my little sick friend.) So my petitions were on Mommy's and Daddy's behalves as well. Time well spent - I like my private conversations, and public 'shorties', too!

While praying I prepared a PowerPoint to enhance my presentation for Ladies' Class in my home. (I delight in spending time teaching - but preparation tires me so due to PD that I must limit that active participation to 'special occasions.) We're studying Heart Disease and Their Cure by Henry Winkler. Great book! I supplemented with another terrific book Checklist for Life for Women compiled and edited by Lila Empson and Candi Paull. I had such fun! (I really enjoyed my role as Martha - see previous post where I confess my weakness as Martha the sister of Lazarus.) The lesson was Overcoming Discouragement and Frustration - more helpful to me than to my 'students' probably.

My assignment to class members was to write about someone who had been a blessing to them...I received the sweetest blessings written about me! I will treasure that paper and place it in my Bible at Matthew 6:33 - my favorite scripture.

The Ladies stayed for a shared pot Luck meal - too much good cooking going on there! Then, using leftover (unopened ginger ale) and a few purchased items, we created a new punch which an elderly saint appropriately named Frustration Fruit Punch - deeelish! (Someone let me know since I'm the newbie when it's time to share recipes - y'all gotta have this one!)

Afterwards, I rested - it was my Sabbath time. (I do that quite frequently to remain more stable throughout the rest of the day.) And when I rose to check the blogs - my little friend was better as reported by her Mommy on her blog. GOD is good - ALL the time and in HIS time!

I've rattled on about me today, but it was such a special and very good day. I am happily exhausted and plan to turn in early - quite a feat for me! But not before I send a great BIG thank you to those who made my day special. I am grateful for friends who allow me to be 'whole' and cut me sooooo much slack as I physically stammer and stumble over words and wakways. Your patience is appreciated , and I love you all for the small kindnesses and gentle spirit you greet and encourage me with - Thank you Thank you Thank you! You are my Kellogg kind of people!

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posted by Marsha @ 4/17/2007 08:16:00 PM   0 comments
Sunday, April 15
A Little Taste of Heaven?!
A few moments before the breaking of bread to renew my covenant with my LORD ALMIGHTY, Sara quietly slid down the pew to sit next to me! Joy overwhelmed me and tears trickled down my cheeks...I recovered as quickly as possible with an enormous hug - not wanting to let go!!!
Who's Sara? She's a younger Christian lady from the Midwest (now), the wife of a now-retired captain USAF (he is young in the FAITH but zealous in works for our LORD,) the mother of two beautiful and wonderfully curious sons, and a captain herself in the USAF (her reason for 'showing up' for this morning's worship service). She's all that - but TO me, she's my EBENEZER (1 Samuel 7:11-13)
I first met Sara soon after her hubby was transferred south by our government, and she was able to move their two young sons (the baby just three months old) and household goods to his duty station here. Hubby sat in front of us his first worship as he was seeking a home church; how fortunate for me! (That still remains their "reserved seat" among the saints at our congregation.)

I, at the time, had just been 'put to pasture' due to this bloomin' PD, was feeling the anxieties of an empty nest, and truly was on the verge of depression. You see, I was "going to teach children until I was 108." After 26+ years in the trenches and at 49 years young, I couldn't continue to train and love children from 'the floor' of the classroom where I usually ended up every morning (for two years - I was just not letting go and letting GOD) after meds for Parkinson's took affect. (Also, "I never got sick," I used to retort. So, how could this be? Parkinson's Disease - not me!) Equally significant was the lack of noise and bustle in my home of my beautiful young adult children. I was empty, lonely - too quiet for me. I hadn't understood the meaning of Hab. 2:20. They didn't need me (my perception) as they were starting their own little families - three weddings, one divorce, and one more marriage in less than three and one-half years.
It was then that Sara, Hubby, and sons took up residence on the pew at the church building in front of me...how blessed I was! Their liveliness in and dedication to the LORD's work breathed freshness into me - renewed my soul for two years. Then, Hubby retired from military service to take up a new position/job in northern Midwest. He whisked my Sara, my stone of help, and family back to his home state. I was stronger emotionally at that time - still sorrowful that they left Dixie. I knew, however, that when called upon each in HIS Kingdom need to be about the LORD's business. They had to walk right through those doors of opportunity to be salt and light as Sara had been to me and our surrounding community.
Additionally, I had begun to donate time at my school as a volunteer at least once a week. I was feeling stronger physically although still experiencing 'drop attacks'. With adequate rest, I was able to 'get out' and begin a new hobby as a ceramist (ASAD). AND I had become Mimomma to two of the sweetest, most innocent granddaughters with the promise of another beautiful grandchild on the way. But, I always looked forward to our brief encounters with my 'church grandsons' and their parents - Barnabas (Hubby has become an encourager to my Hubby and me) and Ebenezer!
I have missed Sara and Hubby and boys; I love them like my own children! Sara was a stone of help sent to me by the CREATOR to carry through the camps of "Philistines" by her gentle, nurturing spirit. I realized (and anticipated) that some day soon she would return briefly (for school as a student at the base and then later to teach war college classes as an instructor) as she did today. I just lost track of time I guess. What a beautiful gift today - a little taste of heaven. Just when I needed my Ebenezer - there she was again!
How good I felt as joyful tears swelled in my eyes and dripped down my cheeks! Immediately I thought of one of my Mom's favorite hymns, "Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing." Oh, how wonderful one will feel throughout eternity to be able to raise individual stones of help (Ebenezers) in praise to our FATHER!

LORD, help me to become an Ebenezer for some one else today, tomorrow, and each day YOU give me on this earth. Give me time and opportunity to enjoy my Ebenezer while she's here for her classes. And please please, Dearest FATHER, protect her lovely family with love, mercy, grace, and peace while she's away from them!
Amen

COME THOU FOUNT OF EVERY BLESSING

by Robert Robinson(1735-1790)


1. Come Thou Fount of every blessing
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I'm fixed upon it,
Mount of God's unchanging love.

2. Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Hither by Thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.

3. O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let that grace now like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here's my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.

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posted by Marsha @ 4/15/2007 04:10:00 PM   0 comments
Wednesday, April 11
Killing Two Birds with One Stone

This is what my desk looked like after it's 4:15 a.m. cleaning.  Well, this is it for Amberly's Clean Desk Challenge, Photo Hunters, and anyone who knows that my house is 'user-friendly.
Scroll across to see my desk at 4:15 this morning!

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Thursday, October 11
ABCs of Righteous Living
Excellent timing on this one, Mom! My love to you:

A lthough things are not perfect
B ecause of trial or pain
C ontinue in thanksgiving
D o not begin to blame
E ven when the times are hard
F ierce winds are bound to blow
G od is forever able
H old on to what you know
I magine life without His love
J oy would cease to be
K eep thanking Him for all the things
L ove imparts to thee
M ove out of 'Camp Complaining'
N o weapon that is known
O n earth can yield the power
P raise can do alone
Q uit looking at the future
R edeem the time at hand
S tart every day with worship
T o 'thank' is a command
U ntil we see Him coming
V ictorious in the sky
W e'll run the race with gratitude
X alting God most high
Y es, there'll be good times and yes some will be bad, but...
Z ion waits in glory...where none are ever sad!


Mom adds (and I concur):
'I AM Too blessed to be stressed!' The shortest distance between a problem and a solution is the distance between your knees and the floor. The one who kneels to the Lord can stand up to anything. Love and peace be with you forever, Amen.

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posted by Marsha @ 10/11/2007 10:35:00 PM   0 comments
Tuesday, September 25
Wordless Wednesday - I didn't tke any of thesebut,
I wanted to share my Grand"angels" - especially the unborn Cadence through the 'eyes' of technology. (She's sticking out her tongue in that pic!)









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Wednesday, September 19
Wordless Wednesday - Pastoral ASF




























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posted by Marsha @ 9/19/2007 08:42:00 PM   1 comments
Tuesday, September 18
My Fork Is Ready
There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So as she was getting her things "in order," she contacted one of her pastors and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes. She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit in which she wanted to be buried.
Everything was in order and the pastor was preparing to leave when the young woman suddenly remembered something very important to her. "There's one more thing," she said excitedly.
"What's that?" came the pastor's reply.
"This is very important," the young woman continued. "I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand."
The pastor stood looking at the young woman, not knowing quite what to say.
"That surprises you, doesn't it?" the young woman asked.
"Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request," said the pastor.
The young woman explained. "My grandmother once told me this story, and from there on out, I have always done so. I have also, always tried to pass along its message to those I love and those who are in need of encouragement. In all my years of attending church socials and potluck dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, 'Keep your fork.' It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and with substance!' So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder, 'What's with the fork?' Then I want you to tell them: 'Keep your fork.... the best is yet to come.'"
The pastor's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young woman good-bye. He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did.
She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like than many people twice her age, with twice as much experience and knowledge. She KNEW that something better was coming.
At the funeral people were walking by the young woman's casket and they saw the pretty dress she was wearing and the fork placed in her right hand. Over and over, the pastor heard the question "What's with the fork?" And over and over he smiled.
During his message, the pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the young woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her.
The pastor told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either.
He was right.
So the next time you reach down for your fork, let it remind you ever so gently, that the best is yet to come.
Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us.
Show your friends how much you care. Remember to always be there for them, even when you need them more. For you never know when it may be their time to "Keep your fork."
Cherish the time you have, and the memories you share. Being friends with someone is not an opportunity but a sweet responsibility.
Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND even if it means sending back to the person who sent it to you.

Personal note - thanks, Momma! I've got my fork ready!
And keep your fork...

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posted by Marsha @ 9/18/2007 04:30:00 AM   0 comments
Thursday, September 13
Wordless Wednesday - Better LATE than Never!!
Very Late Wordless Wednesday!!

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Thursday, August 23
Does "LIFE" really have a Silver Lining?
My granddaughter Ansley was diagnosed on Monday with pneumonia. That was after paramedics, ambulance workers, and hospital ER personnel poked and prodded for the better part of the day on her little 15 month old body and emotionally on her 25 year old pregnant Mommy. I didn't think we could have a worse day - until I experienced first hand the run-around with Ansley and Mommy today.

Mommy called early to ask about sending Ansley to MDO but had reservations because the 'labored breathing' had not really subsided. While Mommy talked on the phone to me, I made plans to go sit with Ansley as Mommy slept - very rough night for them both. Just as I walked out the door the phone rang - Mommy was headed to 'doc-in-a-box' because Ansley had worsened. I headed to the same location and was greeted by rude receptionist-type personnel who, three times when asked, replied "They left." She seemed annoyed at best that I'd even think to use her time asking where my daughter had taken my grand baby.

Two and a half hours later, searching two local hospitals and Mommy's physical address, I returned home to discover a message from my daughter that she and the baby had been 'sent' to the next small city's LARGER "better equipped" medical facility because pediatrics could tend to the baby's needs more efficiently and quicker. This is what military intervention had recommended via the doc-in-a-box facility. That was the first BIG lie told to my daughter.

I arrived at the hospital at 11-ish a.m. "They" were sending someone immediately to diagnose etc. and so forth. BIG LIE #2 (An RT did come every four hours or so to administer breathing treatments to Ansley - THE only consistent professional ALL day long.) My grand baby labored for hours with her breathing - she was scared of the seemingly unconcerned staff and terrified that she could not breathe. Her little face told the whole story - petrified sunken eyes, red tinged feverish cheeks, and uncontrollable twitches (at times) of fear and sobbing.

My wearied worried daughter, although 7 months heavy with a new little life growing inside, cuddled and comforted Ansley as best as she could. Her little wiser yet still youthful face told the same sort of story only from an adult "Mommy" viewpoint - dark circled sleepless eyes slightly reddened from pushing back the tears trying to be stoic, intermittent Braxton-Hicks contractions...a reaction, I believe, from sleep and nourishment deprivation (unable to rest for fear that something will happen to Ansley and "no food or drink permitted in the ER" .). ER personnel promised "to see what they could do" at 1:30 about getting Mommy something to eat - BIG LIE #3 - I broke the rule at 3 o'clock because Mommy hadn't had anything since sending Big Sister to school at 6:30 a.m..We gave anything Ansley wanted from our purses just to get her some kind of sustenance - she tried to eat fruit bars, Nerds, peanut butter from crackers and water. My two actually three "babies" were being mistreated by professionals who had promised to CARE for them!!

Gratefully, Mommy has a beautiful MiL who retrieved Big Sister from school and joined us at the hospital. That was at 4:30 p.m. Since 10:30 a.m. Mommy and Ansley had inhabited ER #22 triage 'closet' - waiting area at the point I arrived at 11-ish was COMPLETELY vacant; when Big Sis and MiL got there the same area was overflowing with all sorts of ailments. Ansley still had not seen a physician.

After a brief visit with Mommy and Ansley, I took Big Sis to my house (I needed an extra change of clothing for tomorrow) to see Granddaddy. Then we headed to her home where Big Sis would feel more comfortable and be ready for the school day tomorrow after a good night of sleep. (Big Sis's wish) At 9 o'clock a physician was on his way to check things out and admit Ansley. BIG LIE # 4. I requested that Mommy call me with room info as soon as that was available. Big Sis finally drifted off into a fitful 'sleep' - but not before expressing her 'Big Sister 5 year old fears' for Ansley and Mommy as well as for Daddy - he's out of the country with the military doing what he does best for the rest of us in the USA. Tearfully she said her little heart is "'broken" (her word for her feelings) because she could not do anything to help - "I'm too little." Good opportunity for object lesson about GOD's love and care for us AND the POWER of prayer. I know Daddy's heart is "broken" as well for his adoring pregnant wife, his temporarily 'guilt-ridden' oldest daughter, and for his sweet yet very sick baby....8,000+ miles around the world having to rely on professional personnel who have yet to put their ducks in a row....wishing he was the one HERE pushing to get comfort and relief for his young and growing family...Please GOD ALMIGHTY grant him peace perfect peace throughout this ordeal.

Mommy returned the promised phone call - ER #22 triage closet would be their room. Seems that Someone dropped the ball at 11-ish that morning and forgot to tell Anyone that little Ansley was struggling so that No One would be able admit Ansley because Everyone had completely filled the pediatric unit/floor. Mommy had tried to get assistance all day long....I had asked question after question to get the process moving to get relief for my Babies....MiL made phone call after phone call to find that elusive Someone or aid for Mommy and Grand baby... And now there's "no room in the inn" - so what about another floor? Did Everyone get all those spaces, too?

For those of you who know me, I usually see the silver lined clouds when the 'sparkle' is not yet evident. This post is a very raw self-examination of my emotions. I cannot seem to find the Silver Lined Cloud tonight. I am "broken" - not just my heart...my feelings, my thoughts, my actions, and as of right now my words. I am thankful that Big Sis fitfully tosses and turns in the bed so she does not experience my doubtful disposition. I guess, in a simple way, that can be the beginning of the SILVER LINING HUNT.

I ask for prayers on Ansley's and Hayley's behalves. I DO believe that Phil 4:9 holds a promise and blessing for me - in HIS time....maybe tomorrow.

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posted by Marsha @ 8/23/2007 02:13:00 AM   1 comments
Thursday, August 16
Photo Hunters: Twosies-twosies
"The animals, they went in,
They went in by twosies-twosies;
The animals, they went in,
They went in by twosies-twosies-
El-e-phants and -- kangaroosies-roosies
Children of the LORD"
I gave my Baby Ruth a Noah's Ark set to play with this week. I believe I'm seeing double - two of everything including Baby Ruth!!!



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posted by Marsha @ 8/16/2007 11:04:00 PM   21 comments
Wednesday, August 15
One HOT ZOO Trip





















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posted by Marsha @ 8/15/2007 12:53:00 AM   1 comments
Friday, August 10
Ducks in a row - NOT!!!
I had a little trouble getting my ducks in a row this week. I spent five hours in the country garden....

Such CONFUSION....

Finally got'em in a circular group!


But I had better luck with my vegies...



They kinda resembled ducks, I thought!





The end result was beautiful - and YUMMY!!











posted by Marsha @ 8/10/2007 06:55:00 AM   6 comments
Tuesday, August 7
Wordless Wednesday - Gardening can be tough on a 5-year-old!!










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Thursday, October 11
ABCs of Righteous Living
Excellent timing on this one, Mom! My love to you:

A lthough things are not perfect
B ecause of trial or pain
C ontinue in thanksgiving
D o not begin to blame
E ven when the times are hard
F ierce winds are bound to blow
G od is forever able
H old on to what you know
I magine life without His love
J oy would cease to be
K eep thanking Him for all the things
L ove imparts to thee
M ove out of 'Camp Complaining'
N o weapon that is known
O n earth can yield the power
P raise can do alone
Q uit looking at the future
R edeem the time at hand
S tart every day with worship
T o 'thank' is a command
U ntil we see Him coming
V ictorious in the sky
W e'll run the race with gratitude
X alting God most high
Y es, there'll be good times and yes some will be bad, but...
Z ion waits in glory...where none are ever sad!


Mom adds (and I concur):
'I AM Too blessed to be stressed!' The shortest distance between a problem and a solution is the distance between your knees and the floor. The one who kneels to the Lord can stand up to anything. Love and peace be with you forever, Amen.

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posted by Marsha @ 10/11/2007 10:35:00 PM   0 comments
Tuesday, September 25
Wordless Wednesday - I didn't tke any of thesebut,
I wanted to share my Grand"angels" - especially the unborn Cadence through the 'eyes' of technology. (She's sticking out her tongue in that pic!)









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Wednesday, September 19
Wordless Wednesday - Pastoral ASF




























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Tuesday, September 18
My Fork Is Ready
There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So as she was getting her things "in order," she contacted one of her pastors and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes. She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit in which she wanted to be buried.
Everything was in order and the pastor was preparing to leave when the young woman suddenly remembered something very important to her. "There's one more thing," she said excitedly.
"What's that?" came the pastor's reply.
"This is very important," the young woman continued. "I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand."
The pastor stood looking at the young woman, not knowing quite what to say.
"That surprises you, doesn't it?" the young woman asked.
"Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request," said the pastor.
The young woman explained. "My grandmother once told me this story, and from there on out, I have always done so. I have also, always tried to pass along its message to those I love and those who are in need of encouragement. In all my years of attending church socials and potluck dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, 'Keep your fork.' It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and with substance!' So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder, 'What's with the fork?' Then I want you to tell them: 'Keep your fork.... the best is yet to come.'"
The pastor's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young woman good-bye. He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did.
She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like than many people twice her age, with twice as much experience and knowledge. She KNEW that something better was coming.
At the funeral people were walking by the young woman's casket and they saw the pretty dress she was wearing and the fork placed in her right hand. Over and over, the pastor heard the question "What's with the fork?" And over and over he smiled.
During his message, the pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the young woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her.
The pastor told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either.
He was right.
So the next time you reach down for your fork, let it remind you ever so gently, that the best is yet to come.
Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us.
Show your friends how much you care. Remember to always be there for them, even when you need them more. For you never know when it may be their time to "Keep your fork."
Cherish the time you have, and the memories you share. Being friends with someone is not an opportunity but a sweet responsibility.
Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND even if it means sending back to the person who sent it to you.

Personal note - thanks, Momma! I've got my fork ready!
And keep your fork...

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posted by Marsha @ 9/18/2007 04:30:00 AM   0 comments
Thursday, September 13
Wordless Wednesday - Better LATE than Never!!
Very Late Wordless Wednesday!!

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Thursday, August 23
Does "LIFE" really have a Silver Lining?
My granddaughter Ansley was diagnosed on Monday with pneumonia. That was after paramedics, ambulance workers, and hospital ER personnel poked and prodded for the better part of the day on her little 15 month old body and emotionally on her 25 year old pregnant Mommy. I didn't think we could have a worse day - until I experienced first hand the run-around with Ansley and Mommy today.

Mommy called early to ask about sending Ansley to MDO but had reservations because the 'labored breathing' had not really subsided. While Mommy talked on the phone to me, I made plans to go sit with Ansley as Mommy slept - very rough night for them both. Just as I walked out the door the phone rang - Mommy was headed to 'doc-in-a-box' because Ansley had worsened. I headed to the same location and was greeted by rude receptionist-type personnel who, three times when asked, replied "They left." She seemed annoyed at best that I'd even think to use her time asking where my daughter had taken my grand baby.

Two and a half hours later, searching two local hospitals and Mommy's physical address, I returned home to discover a message from my daughter that she and the baby had been 'sent' to the next small city's LARGER "better equipped" medical facility because pediatrics could tend to the baby's needs more efficiently and quicker. This is what military intervention had recommended via the doc-in-a-box facility. That was the first BIG lie told to my daughter.

I arrived at the hospital at 11-ish a.m. "They" were sending someone immediately to diagnose etc. and so forth. BIG LIE #2 (An RT did come every four hours or so to administer breathing treatments to Ansley - THE only consistent professional ALL day long.) My grand baby labored for hours with her breathing - she was scared of the seemingly unconcerned staff and terrified that she could not breathe. Her little face told the whole story - petrified sunken eyes, red tinged feverish cheeks, and uncontrollable twitches (at times) of fear and sobbing.

My wearied worried daughter, although 7 months heavy with a new little life growing inside, cuddled and comforted Ansley as best as she could. Her little wiser yet still youthful face told the same sort of story only from an adult "Mommy" viewpoint - dark circled sleepless eyes slightly reddened from pushing back the tears trying to be stoic, intermittent Braxton-Hicks contractions...a reaction, I believe, from sleep and nourishment deprivation (unable to rest for fear that something will happen to Ansley and "no food or drink permitted in the ER" .). ER personnel promised "to see what they could do" at 1:30 about getting Mommy something to eat - BIG LIE #3 - I broke the rule at 3 o'clock because Mommy hadn't had anything since sending Big Sister to school at 6:30 a.m..We gave anything Ansley wanted from our purses just to get her some kind of sustenance - she tried to eat fruit bars, Nerds, peanut butter from crackers and water. My two actually three "babies" were being mistreated by professionals who had promised to CARE for them!!

Gratefully, Mommy has a beautiful MiL who retrieved Big Sister from school and joined us at the hospital. That was at 4:30 p.m. Since 10:30 a.m. Mommy and Ansley had inhabited ER #22 triage 'closet' - waiting area at the point I arrived at 11-ish was COMPLETELY vacant; when Big Sis and MiL got there the same area was overflowing with all sorts of ailments. Ansley still had not seen a physician.

After a brief visit with Mommy and Ansley, I took Big Sis to my house (I needed an extra change of clothing for tomorrow) to see Granddaddy. Then we headed to her home where Big Sis would feel more comfortable and be ready for the school day tomorrow after a good night of sleep. (Big Sis's wish) At 9 o'clock a physician was on his way to check things out and admit Ansley. BIG LIE # 4. I requested that Mommy call me with room info as soon as that was available. Big Sis finally drifted off into a fitful 'sleep' - but not before expressing her 'Big Sister 5 year old fears' for Ansley and Mommy as well as for Daddy - he's out of the country with the military doing what he does best for the rest of us in the USA. Tearfully she said her little heart is "'broken" (her word for her feelings) because she could not do anything to help - "I'm too little." Good opportunity for object lesson about GOD's love and care for us AND the POWER of prayer. I know Daddy's heart is "broken" as well for his adoring pregnant wife, his temporarily 'guilt-ridden' oldest daughter, and for his sweet yet very sick baby....8,000+ miles around the world having to rely on professional personnel who have yet to put their ducks in a row....wishing he was the one HERE pushing to get comfort and relief for his young and growing family...Please GOD ALMIGHTY grant him peace perfect peace throughout this ordeal.

Mommy returned the promised phone call - ER #22 triage closet would be their room. Seems that Someone dropped the ball at 11-ish that morning and forgot to tell Anyone that little Ansley was struggling so that No One would be able admit Ansley because Everyone had completely filled the pediatric unit/floor. Mommy had tried to get assistance all day long....I had asked question after question to get the process moving to get relief for my Babies....MiL made phone call after phone call to find that elusive Someone or aid for Mommy and Grand baby... And now there's "no room in the inn" - so what about another floor? Did Everyone get all those spaces, too?

For those of you who know me, I usually see the silver lined clouds when the 'sparkle' is not yet evident. This post is a very raw self-examination of my emotions. I cannot seem to find the Silver Lined Cloud tonight. I am "broken" - not just my heart...my feelings, my thoughts, my actions, and as of right now my words. I am thankful that Big Sis fitfully tosses and turns in the bed so she does not experience my doubtful disposition. I guess, in a simple way, that can be the beginning of the SILVER LINING HUNT.

I ask for prayers on Ansley's and Hayley's behalves. I DO believe that Phil 4:9 holds a promise and blessing for me - in HIS time....maybe tomorrow.

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posted by Marsha @ 8/23/2007 02:13:00 AM   1 comments
Thursday, August 16
Photo Hunters: Twosies-twosies
"The animals, they went in,
They went in by twosies-twosies;
The animals, they went in,
They went in by twosies-twosies-
El-e-phants and -- kangaroosies-roosies
Children of the LORD"
I gave my Baby Ruth a Noah's Ark set to play with this week. I believe I'm seeing double - two of everything including Baby Ruth!!!



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posted by Marsha @ 8/16/2007 11:04:00 PM   21 comments
Wednesday, August 15
One HOT ZOO Trip





















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posted by Marsha @ 8/15/2007 12:53:00 AM   1 comments
Friday, August 10
Ducks in a row - NOT!!!
I had a little trouble getting my ducks in a row this week. I spent five hours in the country garden....

Such CONFUSION....

Finally got'em in a circular group!


But I had better luck with my vegies...



They kinda resembled ducks, I thought!





The end result was beautiful - and YUMMY!!











posted by Marsha @ 8/10/2007 06:55:00 AM   6 comments
Tuesday, August 7
Wordless Wednesday - Gardening can be tough on a 5-year-old!!










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