Friday, May 8
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY 2009
The Images of Mother

4 YEARS OF AGE - My Mommy can do anything!

8 YEARS OF AGE - My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot!

12 YEARS OF AGE - My Mother doesn't really know quite everything.

14 YEARS OF AGE - Naturally, Mother doesn't know that, either.

16 YEARS OF AGE - Mother? She's hopelessly old-fashioned.

18 YEARS OF AGE - That old woman? She's way out of date!

25 YEARS OF AGE - Well, she might know a little bit about it

35 YEARS OF AGE - Before we decide, let's get Mom' s opinion.

45 YEARS OF AGE - Wonder what Mom would have thought about it?

65 YEARS OF AGE - Wish I could talk it over with Mom.

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that
She carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must
Be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the
Place where love resides. The beauty of a woman is not in a facial
Mole, but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the
Caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows, and the
Beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!

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posted by Marsha @ 5/08/2009 06:36:00 AM   0 comments
Friday, August 3
I always knew you were a Star, Baby!!
Check out who's on the cover of the August 2007 issue of Montgomery Living Magazine!!! He's always been a hometown Hero - along with his brother and sister - to me!!

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posted by Marsha @ 8/03/2007 12:38:00 AM   0 comments
Sunday, July 29
Cabbage Patch Hospital
Ansley with cut out CP Kids in garden

Valorie with her favorit CP Kid which she named Varona Kathryn

Ansley fits right in with the crowd - wonder what she was thinking about?

Valorie says her dream came true!
We enjoyed the CP Hospital sooo much we went back on Saturday morning...the highlight for Valorie was assisting in picking out a name for the first baby born that day - a blonde-haired blue-eyed boy which became Peyton Cameron (after her Uncle!!)
More pix will be available of the whole visit on my photologue at I've Been Framed!!

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posted by Marsha @ 7/29/2007 01:25:00 AM   1 comments
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
Friday, July 20
The Worth of A Woman
One Flaw In Women

By the time the Lord made Woman, He was into his sixth day of working overtime..
An angel appeared and said, "Why are you spending so much time on this one?"

And the Lord answered, "Have you seen my spec sheet on her? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic, have over 200 movable parts, all replaceable and able to run on diet coke and leftovers, have a lap that can hold four children at one time, and a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart -and she will do everything with only two hands."

The angel was astounded at the requirements. "Only two hands!? No way! And that's just on the standard model? That's too much work for one day. Wait until tomorrow to finish."

"But I won't," the Lord protested. "I am close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart. She already heals hers elf when she is sick AND can work 18 hour days."

The angel moved closer and touched the woman. "But you have made her so soft, Lord."

"She is soft," the Lord agreed, "but I have also made her tough. You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish."

"Will she be able to think?", asked the angel.

The Lord replied, "Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to reason and negotiate."

The angel, noticing something, reached out, touched the woman's cheek. "Oops, it looks like you have a leak in this model. I told you that you were trying to put too much into this one."

"That's not a leak," the Lord corrected, "That's a tear!"

"What's the tear for?" the angel asked.

The Lord said, "The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her pain, her disappointment, her love, her loneliness, her grief and her pride."

The angel was impressed. "You are a genius, Lord. You thought of everything!
Woman is truly amazing."

And she is!
Women have strengths that amaze men.
They bear hardships and they carry burdens,
but they hold happiness, love and joy.
They smile when they want to scream.
They sing when they want to cry.
They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous.
They fight for what they believe in.
They stand up to injustice.
They don't take "no" for an answer if there's a better solution.
They go without so their family can have.
They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.
They love unconditionally.
They cry when their children excel; cheer when friends get awards.
They are happy when they hear about a birth or a wedding.
Their hearts break when a friend dies.
They grieve at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when they think here is no strength left.
They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart.
Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.
They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail to show how much they care.
The heart of a woman is what makes the world keep turning.
They bring joy, hope and love.
They have compassion and ideals.
Th ey give moral support to their family and friends.
Women have vital things to say and everything to give.




THERE IS ONLY ONE FLAW IN WOMEN:

THEY ARE NOT AWARE OF THEIR WORTH.


Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly.

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posted by Marsha @ 7/20/2007 06:03:00 PM   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
Wednesday, July 18
WORDLESS WEDNESDAY - I planted; Madi watered!!





7So then neither the one who plants nor the one who waters is anything, but God who causes the growth.

8Now he who plants and he who waters are one; but each will receive his own reward according to his own labor.

9For we are God's fellow workers; you are God's field, God's building.
I Cor. 3:7-9

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posted by Marsha @ 7/18/2007 08:45:00 AM   0 comments
Wednesday, July 11
Wordless Wednesday - How to deal with oppressive Dixie heat!!!



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Saturday, June 30
A Mother's Relief and Grief

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posted by Marsha @ 6/30/2007 11:58:00 PM   0 comments
Thursday, June 21
Photo Hunters - Shiny

It was amazing - totally AWESOME how shiny the Pacific Ocean was near Alaska on my 2006 Cruise getaway with my Hubby. I took both these photos (top at 2 a.m. outside Juneau and bottom at midnight from Ketchikan) from the "topless" deck of a Carnival cruise ship. As the boat pushed through the waters, reflections of midnight sun rays glistened like sparkling Topazes and Diamonds. Truly GOD the CREATOR is the MASTER ARTIST! (An ALASKAN cruise is a must, Ladies!)


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posted by Marsha @ 6/21/2007 09:01:00 PM   31 comments
Sunday, June 17
A day to remember...
Big Pa John on Father's Day with newest 'great'granddaughter Abby Grace...
Father's Day Glitter Graphics from Dolliecrave.com

For my sons, my Hubby, and my Daddy . . . thanks for all you do for me and my children and my grandchildren!

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posted by Marsha @ 6/17/2007 04:35:00 AM   0 comments
Saturday, June 16
Swirls for "Pint-sized" Twirly Girls!

Never in 52 years have I ever had so much fun! Today was 'my' day to do as I pleased. (Happens once in a blue moon and that was last month - most of the time I'm too busy doing others' pleasure...happy sigh!) So I explored this twirly skirt phenom only for my two littlest angels Ansley (Baby Ruth) Ruth-Mackenzie who is 13 months and Abby (Abigail) Grace who is 1 month old. In all, I made 6 skirts and used onesies that matched for tops. They are adorable and I can hardly wait to see "the girls" in these Mimomma-made threads!

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posted by Marsha @ 6/16/2007 06:12:00 PM   0 comments
Friday, June 15
The Wet Head Ain't Dead

My Vallie-girl has returned from the west coast and really enjoyed the backyard wading pool on Wednesday!

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posted by Marsha @ 6/15/2007 09:20:00 PM   11 comments
Friday, June 8
Photo Hunters: SHOES


In the corner of my 'magic room' is a strand of well-loved shoes. These are special to me because the owners are a fire fighter, a rocket engineer, an interior decorator, a United States Marine Lance Corporal, a United States Air National Guard Staff Sargeant, a military wife and homemaker, children of THE KING of kings and LORD of lords. These shoes remind me of the good and bad, the important and insignificant, the happy and sorrowful experiences of my past 51 years. And on the eve of my 52nd birthday, I am glad that TN Chick decided that "Shoes" would be the topic of this week's photo hunters' pictologue. No one fills these shoes like my very own GOD-given children: Trae, Cameron and Hayley-Bryanna! And I thank my FATHER each and every day - and many many times throughout each day - that these shoes were fill with all those memories.....

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posted by Marsha @ 6/08/2007 09:14:00 PM   43 comments
Saturday, June 2
Swirls for Twirly-Girls?!
Vallie in her twirly skirt and matching top!


After visiting a recommended website for instructions, Madison and I picked from my 'sewing closet' a fabric to make her 'twirly skirt.' I tweaked the pattern a little bit as I didn't want her skirt to look like a 'pillowcase dress gone south'. I gave the pattern a bit more contour by putting more fabric into the bottom and cutting less around the waist. Here's the result! Now Madison can actually swirl 180 degrees if she chooses to spin like a top. I'll get a picture of her wearing it...very nicely fitted with a slight elasticized waist and a naturally recurring drape or flounce all the way around her hem. Madison LOVES it because she got to choose from THE closet all the 'pretty stuff' that went into making it!


Value of material - $1.00 per yard (1.25 yards used)


Value of ribbons, rick-rack - $1.00 per package of 25 ribbons with 9 ribbons/rickrak used from package


Total time spent chosing material, trims and sewing - 2 hours


Value of Madison's lovely smile adorned with twinkly blue eyes - PRICELESS!

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posted by Marsha @ 6/02/2007 11:48:00 PM   3 comments
Wednesday, May 23
Homecoming!!!
Everybody dance now - my Babies are coming home from the west a week from today!!!!

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posted by Marsha @ 5/23/2007 04:40:00 AM   0 comments
Tuesday, May 22
Reflections and Promises
Since Mother's Day, I have had many opportunities to observe the young mothers of our church family, listen to my own three daughters (in-laws included in the number) talk through their present day 'mothering' experiences, converse with my "Mothers" as I reflect on their wisdom in childrearing, and meditate upon biblical examples of both great and inappropriate matronly figures. The most thought provoking lessons I have learned about motherhood/mothering has not come from the above sources but rather from their offspring - the blessings of GOD - the children!
I learned from a very visible (and cherished by other adult women) lady's kiddos that they can see Mom for what she doesn't say and that superficial 'agape' and concern is just skin deep. They are learning firsthand by her actions that when one does not meet her expectations it is acceptable behavior to ignore the problem (person) away and just not deal with it. How very sad that type of adult behavior is because how is the person wronged (ignored into oblivion) suppose to know that this Mom has issues that involve her past. The kiddos see it and think "Mom does it so when my friend isn't "qualified" in my eyes, I don't have to be a friend with him." True AGAPE toward another would meet, discuss, express emotions and pray with the other. (I must mark my book of THINGS TO DO - approach with love and kindness this lady...see how I can help if she wants help. And pray - pray that she will do what Jesus did with the woman taken in adultery...forgive her and love her enough to help her not to sin again.)
I watched as several young mothers rejoiced with two of our other young mothers who were trimphant against severe fleshly trials. One mother was able to conceive and is about to deliver her first child after three consecutive miscarriages. How truly blessed the fruit of her womb will be as she brings daily happiness into her young parents' lives causing the sorrow of lost children to only a dim remembrance! The other single mom was able to adopt not only the first child she began caring for (as a result of abuse from biological parents) but ALSO this little daughter's brother who is just a month old! Jewels in her crown and a grand inheritance indeed! (I will add these young mothers to my prayer list that their futures will be transformed with many more awesome acts and answers of their personal prayers to the FATHER!)
As for my own daughters, the eldest (DiL) along with my son made the decision to assist her unwed sister in Atlanta who is due in September. She'll be there to financially assist for at least a year providing relief for a very stressed sister as well as work toward gaining that ever necessary experience in her chosen field of employment. Selflessly, my son has agreed to the arrangement as he knows he must finish as many courses at his college before he redeploys to Iraq. The college town is within an hour's driving distance of Atlanta and so they can be together throughout the week and weekends until he leaves. And while he's away, my oldest will have the comfort of being with and helping out her sister. (Again, pray for sister, daughter and son to be aware of each other's spiritual, emotional, and physical needs in such a world as this.)
MY daughter out west will be coming home to Dixie in two weeks. Hubby (my only SiL) will be deployed in early August to AL Asad. He will make ready a house/home while he's here so that his girls (daughter and their two daughters) will have natural and church family to care for them in his absence. My daughter is pregnant with their third. This will also give me a chance to 'get to know' their second daughter (my third grandbaby) who was born out there - a treat I'm really looking forward to whole heartedly experiencing! I will be able to reconnect with my longest known granddaughter AND be able to assist my daughter with the girls during the pregnancy. (Remeber to thank GOD daily for my son who is willing to sacrifice for his country and unconditionally loves my daughter and their children enough to give me such a priceless gift - time to watch, play, and grow with his family.) MY daughter's sweet and undying love for her family has rubbed into the grain of character in my second granddaughter - she (g-daughter) expresses her undying admiration and LOVE to her Daddy daily - and almost daily to her Mimomma and Granddaddy when she can get ahold of the phone!
My youngest daughter (who is married to my oldest son) gave my life regeneration with the birth of our fourth granddaughter. What a treasure to actually hold the newest when she was less than 15 minutes old - something I will hold in my heart forever! She allows us to tend to her oldest (my oldest granddaughter who is actually a 'step' in reality but more and more precious each moment she spends with me) daughter. I was able to see the tenderness Mommy taught her as she remarked while holding new baby sister, "I love you, I have always loved you, and I will always protect you because you are my baby sister." That's hearfelt agape that is learned by example and practiced through experience with your own mother! (Ask GOD to protect the tenderness of this family and to grant me the precious gift of my granddaughter's tender, sweet heart - to love others just because we are 'related' in HIS eyes.)
This concludes part one of Reflections and Promises - look for part two tomorrow night!

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posted by Marsha @ 5/22/2007 12:42:00 AM   0 comments
Wednesday, May 16
Wordless Wednesday - GRACE as arrived!
My oldest holding his brand newborn - who has a ton of blonde hair just like he did - 27 years ago!!!

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posted by Marsha @ 5/16/2007 04:44:00 PM   1 comments
Sunday, May 13
Happy Mother's Day
Well, I'm back - had to keep the Shoppe while Hubby was away out-of-state at a vey close friend's memorial service in NM. I was kept soo busy! Tomorrow I will resume my writings and postings...hope to update one site and begin a new one as well this week. But for now,
I've earned the 'privilege' of resting on this, my shared day, with all of the fortunate "Mothers"....enjoy your day as I know I will!!

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posted by Marsha @ 5/13/2007 02:30:00 PM   0 comments
Saturday, May 12
Photo Hunters This Week: FIVE

Yay! My oldest granddaughter is FIVE - 5!!!

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posted by Marsha @ 5/12/2007 01:12:00 AM   0 comments
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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!)









posted by Marsha @ 9/25/2007 10:33:00 PM   2 comments
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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posted by Marsha @ 9/13/2007 09:56:00 PM   0 comments
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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