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Just wanted to share a quick photo of my granddaughter from 4 weeks ago. This was done on an ultrasound machine in Arkansas and they say baby girl was 21 weeks and 5 days old at this point. The doctors were apparently concerned about low amniotic fluid and other complications which requires my daughter to give herself shots in her stomach area every day during the pregnancy. The medical team highly recommended that further testing be done because of the high risk.
We had been praying for her prior to the ultrasound test at our church and all along for good health. My daughter was sleeping with her prayer cloth on her from the church every night. We believe in Acts 19: 11-12 and the use of prayer cloths or handkerchiefs in our church. “According to Acts 19:11-12 “And GOD was doing extraordinary miracles by the hands of Paul so that even handkerchiefs or aprons that had touched his skin were carried away to the sick and their diseases left them and evil spirits came out of them.” When my daughter and granddaughter were tested they say everything was perfectly normal and the medical staff could find nothing wrong.
Praise the LORD! All is well! She is a perfectly healthy little girl. Please keep baby girl and my daughter in your prayers.
“Once upon a time, there were four little girls, who had enough to eat and drink and wear, a good many comforts and pleasures, kind friends and parents…. and yet they were not contented…. these girls…. made many excellent resolutions; but they… were constantly saying, “If we only had this,” or “If we could only do that”….So they asked an old woman what spell they could use to make them happy, and she said,, “When you feel discontented, think over your blessings, and be grateful.”
“They decided to try her advice, and soon were surprised to see how well off they were. One discovered that money couldn’t keep shame and sorrow out of rich people’s houses, another that she was a great deal happier with her youth. health, and good spirits than a certain fretful, feeble old lady, who couldn’t enjoy her comforts; a third that, disagreeable as it was to help get dinner, it was harder still to have to go begging for it; and the fourth, that even carnelian rings were not so valuable as good behavior. So they agreed to stop complaining to enjoy the blessings already possessed.”
Written in the Book – Little Women by Louisa May Alcott
True happiness is indeed something that comes from within and does not relate to what we have or don’t have. It relates to what we make of the day and the time we are given. I have found in my own life that I am happier when I choose to make the lives of others happier. Everything we have on this earth is a gift from GOD. The very breath we breathe is a gift.
This past weekend I was able to see my little grand baby on an ultra sound monitor at only 16 weeks old. The little baby is 4 1/2 inches long now and weighs in at a whopping 5 ounces. Yet, as small as our baby is – I saw tiny legs, arms, fingers, and toes moving around and legs kicking like a wild one already. Yes GOD breathes the very breath of life into each of us and what a precious gift a new life is. I am thankful, and happy I have lived long enough after my widow maker heart attack to be able to see my little grand baby before even coming out of the womb.
When I was youngster growing up on the south side of Oklahoma City, Oklahoma we didn’t have much in the way of material things. My brother and I got school clothes once a year which consisted of 2 pairs of jeans, 2 shirts and 4 or 5 pairs of socks. That was supposed to last us the whole year. If we got holes in our jeans, Dad ironed on a patch or two to get us through until the next year. There were many days we went without lunch and breakfast simply because we didn’t have enough money to make it to the end of the week. I can remember being so hungry sometimes that I even thought about eating the crab grass in our front yard. Dad had an old Chevy that he paid $50 for that hardly ever ran. Not having much though didn’t seem to bother us. We were content with playing baseball, hide and seek, freeze tag, and enjoying time with our friends. Even if our stomachs were growling at us begging for food as we sat our desks in school, we were still happy for what we did have.
Sometimes when we start feeling down about ourselves, about what we don’t have, or how our life is going, it is best to start thinking about what we do have and in how many ways we have been blessed. It might be time to look for ways we can be a blessing to others who cross our path. That’s the path where true happiness can be found. It won’t be found covered up with things, but is waiting for you to find it where it’s been all along.
I am the seed
Planted in the crevices of time
Rising from this dark, wet dirt of mine
Choked by weeds of life
Remaining me through strife
Scorching sun rises high
So will I
What will I be
Just wait and see
I am the seed
You watered day and night
Remaining ever in the fight
Can’t you see
It is me
The one you loved so dear
I am always near
I am the seed
I can’t stand scrunchy foods with the juice that oozes out and and rushes in to fill up my mouth. It started when I was a youngster at the age of four years old. I can remember the day oh so well as the lunch hour I want to forever forget. Mom chopped up tiny pieces of this food called “apple” that I had never seen before in my life. She plopped the slices beside my plate and told me to eat them after I finished my sandwich that day.
I took me a while to polish off my ham and cheese sandwich. After swallowing the last bite of bread, I picked up a small bit of apple to give it a proper sniff test. It smelled okay so I decided to give it a taste. Okay here goes! I placed the sliver between my front teeth and bit down hard on it so as to break the skin. Squishy, oozy, watery liquid flowed within my mouth and started running down the side of my face. I felt this awful scrunch inside and spit it out on the top of the table. It took a few spits to get it all out. “Ewwwww”, I said in a loud screechy voice. Mom was hovering nearby like a helicopter looking for a landing deck. She glared at me with her mouth wide open in annoying shock. Her hands rested on the sides of her hips and her eyebrows were raised up high in the shape of the peak of a rooftop, like when she gets really mad at me.
That’s the moment I knew I was in a country boy heap of trouble! “Tony!!!!, you finish eating that apple”. “I don’t like apples Momma” “I don’t care, you need to eat your apple like I told you!!”, she yelled. “There are starving little boys in China who don’t have anything to eat and here you are spitting out good food on the table.”
I honestly thought that the top of the table was the best place for this terrible tasting food called an apple. I picked up the few remaining pieces of Mount Gushmore and forced myself to chew and swallow. I was sitting there trying to figure out how in the world little boys my age in China would starve if I didn’t eat this repulsive tasting food. It was beyond my four-year old brain, so I just went along with what Mom was saying. It wouldn’t have done me any good to argue with her anyway.
From that day forward I have detested apples except in the form of an apple pie. I have never eaten a raw apple again in my entire life. I also can not stand other similar fruits that have the same scrunchy, oozy, watery, awful taste. That would include fruits like watermelon with those slimy, oozy black seeds and the water that gushes out in your mouth. I also can not stand pears, or cantaloupe or anything of the sort.
I know it’s a good idea for parents to get their kids to try different foods, but the apple idea kind of backfired.
An apple a day may keep the doctor away and I can tell you without any hesitation that it will certainly keep me away to stay.
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I’m sitting here with hands on both sides of my black armchair this morning. The one with the fluffy arms and seat. Staring straight ahead at the oversize white-faced Grandfather clock sitting at the side of the fireplace. I know time is passing since I see sunlight starting to burst through the drapes on the sides but the clock doesn’t seem to be moving. Neither do I.
I can’t think anymore. I’ve even lost that. All I can do is stare straight ahead. My eyes feel moist at the corners with droplets of tears. I raise my shoulder close to my eyes and grab a piece of shirt to wipe them dry. Every time I start to think about what happened, that’s what they seem to do.
Last night my sister, Sarah, called me on the phone at 1:00 in the morning. She never calls me late at night. I go over and over in my mind , what’s left of it; that is. I hope somehow by going over it and over it again and again it will somehow not be true.
“Ben, Dad just died of a massive heart attack. The ambulance rushed him to the hospital but it was just too late. I’m sorry little brother, our daddy is gone.” I broke done crying on the phone like a little kid. I know grown men aren’t supposed to cry, but do you mind telling me why? I couldn’t stop crying.
Why? ………… Why did this have to happen? I just talked to dad on the phone yesterday and we were making plans to go up north on our annual fishing trip to Minnesota. He was getting his camper all ready and I had just gone down to Hanks to pick out a few new fishing poles.
I’m sitting here all alone in this house. I’m sitting here all alone in this world! I never got married. I have no kids or family to speak of outside of Sarah and her husband and kids. Mom died a few years ago and Dad was all I had left. I have friends at work, but they’re not what I consider true friends. More like acquaintances that I have to deal with.
I sure am going to miss you Dad. Tell me it isn’t true. You can’t be gone. You are my best buddy… I mean were my best buddy. It just isn’t possible Dad and I refuse to believe it.
The tears start up again and the clock still isn’t moving and neither am I. I’m not sure if I ever will! I am not sure I can go on in this life without my daddy.