Sable Chicken

In the beginning

2007-01-18T10:53:00.000-08:00

Stars

2007-01-06T22:36:00.000-08:00

At night I look out at the stars and I think about Gods plans for His people.
I think about how God put the universe in motion with a Word.
You and I are part of that story.

Happy New Year!

2007-01-04T23:37:00.000-08:00

It's a new year and it is starting off pretty good.
Christmas and New Years was fun
I wanted to do Christmas differantly this year and make it about
Jesus
Before the tree went up we all saw "The Nativity Story"
I was pleased with the way the film was made.
The Christmas tree just symbolizes the history of our family and honors God and His family.
So tonight I put on a Kent Hovind debate DVD, and we listened to it as we packed up the Christmas ornaments.
And I think it starting to appeal to my husband's logic that The Theory of Evolution is wrong and Creation is right....and he even sat through the end.
and only gave me the evil eye once.
;)
My daughter gave him a little Christian fish for the back of his truck and his brand new plates came in the same day.
It's a good thing that God is in control of all of this.
Happy New Year's

Mr. Cocky

2006-03-30T19:59:00.000-08:00

Mr.Cocky

MERRY CHRISTMAS

2005-12-23T23:13:00.000-08:00

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Creation 101

2005-11-26T22:17:00.000-08:00

God created the mule, and told him, "You are mule. You will work constantly from dusk to dawn, carrying heavy loads on your back. You will eat grass and lack intelligence. You will live for 50 years."
The mule answered, "To live like this for 50 years is too much. Please, give me no more than 30."
And it was so.

Then God created the dog, and told him, "You are dog. You will hold vigilance over the dwellings of Man, to whom you will be his greatest companion. You will eat his table scraps and live for 25 years."
The dog responded, "Lord, to live 25 years as a dog like that is too much. Please, no more than 10 years."
And it was so.

God then created the monkey, and told him, "You are monkey. You shall swing from tree to tree, acting like an idiot. You will be funny, and you shall live for 20 years."
The monkey responded, "Lord, to live 20 years as the clown of the world is too much. Please, Lord, give me no than 10 years."
And it was so.

Finally, God created Man and told him, "You are Man, the only rational Being that walks the earth. You will use your intelligence to have mastery over the creatures of the world. You will dominate the earth and live for 30 years."
The man responded, "Lord, to be Man for only 30 years is too little. Please, Lord; give me the 20 years the mule refused, the 15 years the dog refused, and the 10 years the monkey rejected."

And so God made Man to live 20 years as a man, then marry and live 20 years like a mule working and carrying heavy loads on his back. Then, he is to have children and live 15 years as a dog, guarding his house and eating the leftovers after they empty the pantry; then, in his old age, to live 10 years as a monkey, acting like an idiot to amuse his grandchildren.
And it is so.

http://www.angelfire.com/ri/SableCorner/lol2.html

Absolute Truth

2005-11-18T14:14:00.000-08:00

THE ULTIMATE PROOF

If you want to know what the absolute answers are, then get to know the One who has absolute knowledge. If you want the truth about the beginning of the world and the purpose we are on earth...talk to the One who was there! If you want to understand what standards we must follow as human beings, talk to the One who has defined reality! The ultimate proof that there is absolute truth will not come through some clever philosophical argument. It will come from a personal encounter with the One who declared: "I am the Truth."

The Bible says in Romans 1:18-20 that
"..What may be known about God is plain to them, because God has made it plain to them. For since the creation of the world God's invisible qualities--his eternal power and divine nature--have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that men are without excuse."
God has implanted in us and all around us the knowledge of Himself. Creation testifies that He is real…so men are left without excuse.
He has laid down His absolute moral code for His creation….one only need look at the Law of God in the Bible. There it clearly outlines right and wrong--good and evil.

http://www.absolutetruth.net/truth/

Raven (pt. 3)

2005-11-17T12:05:00.000-08:00

Laying in the field, the raven made one last low pass over me. In this last pass he was only 4 feet above me. Close enough to give me a quick look in the eyes...and flew away as if to say. "You are not dead."

I lay there a little longer, and listened to him in the trees tell his friends that he checked me out and that I was just resting. Or maybe because Ravens are such opportunist, I was getting a good scolding for not being an easy lunch.

I could have layed there all day, it was just the most beautiful day, but I thought that it might be best to head back home. I didn't want my husband to worry. So I got up...feeling as if a burden had been lifted.

God let me know that he sees me, he loves me. He cures about me.

As I walked closer to the home. I saw my husband ride by on his bike. "Hey, I'm over here!" I yelled out. It had not been an hour, but he came looking for me anyway, that felt really good. I guess I needed to know that other people care about me too. Sometimes I doubt that, but I never doubt in God.

Raven (pt.2)

2005-11-13T21:19:00.000-08:00

His name was Edger Allen Crow. I didn't name him that. It was given to him before he began his visits with me. My Dad finally saw the Raven, and believed me. I don't know if it was the fact that I just kept telling him day after day that the Raven returned. And he finally decided to check it out for himself, or he just looked out the window and saw the Raven join me, from out of no where to accompany me on the walk to the swamp. Either way, he was completely amazed.

I knew that Ravens and Crows loved shiny things, so every day I would bring him small gifts. Light shiny metal things. He always wanted my earrings, or anything that had a glint or a glimmer to it. I imagined that he had a special nest or hiding spot, full with his collection of things I had given him or treasures he would gather on his travels. I would study his every movement and interact with him, most of the hour, than I would hand over the prize. Than he would head towards the river and fly far out of sight. It was truly magical.

We would sit together, completely engrossed with each other. Some times, something might cause the horses to get startled, this would startled the Raven too. He would fly up to the top of the tallest tree. The first time this happened, he flew out of sight. I thought, "oh well, short visit today" , but just for fun, I stood up held my arm out in the direction I last saw him. With conviction, I called him from the trees to land on my arm! Can you imagine the feeling! A great black bird coming out of the trees, that very instant, headed straight for me and landed on my arm... Only God could do that. I felt like the luckiest kid in the world.

It felt like months before news got around about this amazing Raven that would visit me. Rumor was he was someone's pet that lived on the other side of the Mississippi River, about a mile from the swamp and he was named Edger Allen Crow, a pun on the name of a dark writer named Edger Allen Poe.

Now as a parent of a young daughter, I love to tell her stories, and she loves to hear them. After every time I told her about Edger, I would say I wish we had a pet Raven, so you could see how cool it is to experience that kind of interaction. But want would be the odds of that happening.

I moved 3000 miles away from that Minnesota swamp. Almost thirty years had past. It should have been just like any other day, but something special was about to happen. I stepped outside and saw a neighbor walking around calling a pet. He had just moved out and the cat would not come with him. I told him that I saw his cat sometimes in the back, by the chicken yard. I told him that I needed to get my daughter to school, but he could go back there anytime to find his cat. He quickly headed to the back yard. I started back to the house, but stopped when I noticed he had left behind his little old poodle, and it was staggering towards the street. I went out to the dog, kneeled down and started softly calling it to me. It was a beautiful quiet morning and the shadows were long. Out of nowhere I heard a familiar whooshing sound of flapping wings, coming up from behind me. Than I felt bird claws grab my head! I didn't dare move, my heart jumped with joy....as I glanced down at my shadow...I couldn't believe my eyes there was a silhouette of a Raven on my head. Almost in disbelief in my own eyes...I softly said "There's a bird on my head." I didn't dare call out to my daughter in fear that he might fly off. But luck would have it that she stepped out of the house within a couple of minutes. The neighbor gave me a look of..."what in the world" as he came around the corner. Picked up his dog and left.

It was just the Raven, my daughter and myself. I looked at her and said, "You need to be at school in 10 minutes, but this is something so special that you will just have be late today." Well you can imagine just how happy she was. This was a once in a life time event, well, twice for me.

For the next heft an hour, we played with the Raven. I would stay with him while I had my daughter run back and forth to the house to get things to entertain him. Bread, bowl of water, something shiny, ( no..not my keys!) a quarter, a pen, a string. He spent most of the time tossing his offerings around like a spoiled two year old, on the roof of my car. The cats ( I had only 4 at the time) could hardly contain themselves. One made a jump at him and he flew up to the telephone wires. I wondered if it would work....I held out my arm and called him down. It did, accept he landed on my head again. He wanted my hair, and after giving it a few good pulls, he gave my head a hard peck, like he was trying to crack a nut! I had to push him off, and get my baby cakes off to school. The rest of the day, I felt like God had laid his hands on me. My head tingled. What a blessing to share that with my daughter....that could only be God.

Raven (pt.1)

2005-11-11T23:06:00.000-08:00

Feeling emotionally overwhelmed, a sharp pain pierces my gut.....Oh...This hurts more than it should. I had been snacking on baked pumpkin seeds....I think I put a little to much fiber in my diet, and now I am regretting it.

So I thought maybe I could work things along...Both physically as well as emotionally...With a little walk.

Before I left I told my husband that I was feeling some sharp pains, but not to worry, it is most likely just a stuck poopy. (man, I am writing about poop a lot lately...sorry about that) So anyway, I half heartedly told him to come looking for me if I wasn't back in an hour.

I walked to an open field, it had once been a vineyard, but the owner pulled all the grapevines out, because they were not producing to his satisfaction. I don't know what the future holds for this piece of land, but I enjoy it the way it is right now. A couple times a year he will turn over the soil to keep the weeds from getting too out of hand. If you look carefully, you can find these special rocks, that are dusted with small sugary crystals, shining in the dirt.
The day was beautiful. it had rained last week, and now with the sun, small green shoots of grass makes a California fall feel like spring time in Minnesota. My favorite time of the year. As I walked I spotted a little glint and a glimmer on the ground...
I reached for it....and I am struck with the sharp pain again. The crystal rock was not worth picking up, but the ground called me to lay down. As I brought myself to the ground slowly...It came to me, like it , Just popped into my head. ....(The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures) ......Ahhh, so this is what he means. And I am hit with an even harder and sharper pain. Holding on to my stomach I cry out in a small voice. "God, please help me."

As my pain slowly subsided, I listen to the birds in a trees at the eages of the field. I thought if I was a fallen sparrow, the most common of all the birds, and I lay in the very field, God would know and care....and how much more He cares about me. ( Matthew 10:29 )

I closed my eyes, the warm sunshine on my face and the cold damp ground against my body. It felt good like being a little kid again. I thought back to a time, before a piece of the sky fell and bonked me on the head. This was the only way I knew God, there was no need to read his Word. God spoke to me through nature. Nature and God were one. I knew nothing about GMO's back than.
Oh...it saddens my heart, so much has been changed, how can people not see the signs. Down to our DNA we have changed our being. Why should I not feel concerned.
I know that God has a bigger plan.
I lay quiet for several minutes. And a peace came over me. I hear a whooshing sound was coming twards me. I peeked open one eye and see a large black Raven flying right over my body, I am laying in the middle of no where and amazing l am right under this birds flight path. But then he did a quick turn and started circling me...he was checking me out. I hoped he would land near me or beter yet on me. I lay completely still.
This would not be the first time I was visited by a Raven. This was the third time in my life! I know this happens to people other than me but it is very rare.

When I was a young kid I would take the horses down to the swamp to graze on the tall grass for an hour each day. One day a Raven came to visit me He landed on my shoulder, and spent some time with me. That night I told my Dad, I was so excited I didn't even realize that he did not believe me. Day after day the Raven would return at the feeding time. Some days he would meet me at the gate. He would fly down to the swamp, with the horses and I would run. He keep me company, like a real friend, like the kind that you could make up and keep secret to the world...but he was real!

Potty Mouth

2005-11-07T00:08:00.000-08:00

While shopping in the hardware store my daughter said that she needed to use the bathroom. Her timing was good, because that MegaBucks Frap started to kick in...I had to go too.

I don't know why it is, but kids love public restrooms. I want to get in and out, but not my daughter. It's like Disneyland in there. There is so much to talk about, it must have been the nice acoustics, but once she started talking she hardly paused for a breath. I let her ramble on, because it was only the two of us in there and I was mentally trying to tune her out, so I could concentrate at the task at hand.

Just than someone comes into the bathroom, and has to wait because my daughter and I are hogging up the only 2 stalls. My daughter is still babbling on, she didn't hear this lady enter the restroom.

I remain silent, hoping my daughter would run out of things to say before it got embarrassing. But...NO !!! she goes on with someone impatiently waiting.

"blabla bla bla blabla bla bla...Mom?...( I don't answer ) Mom? ...are you pooping too? (!!!) Mom, what color is your poop? (!!!) Mine is green with nuts...Mom?"

At this point the lady waiting gave up all the little bit of patients she has and says something like #%&^!#@!@#%$#!! and stomps out of the restroom in a rage.

.... a moment of silents ....

"Mom, was there someone else in here with us?"

I answered with a quick, "Yes, and she heard all about your green colored poopy with nuts!"

.... a another moment of silents ....

and we both burst into laughter!

Hen and chicks

2005-11-04T22:05:00.000-08:00

"O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, but you were not willing."

Matthew 23:37
Luke 13:34

What's in a name?

2005-10-27T20:35:00.000-07:00

Sable Chicken, this is the name that I have decided to use when I started blogging.

Why, first of all it would be plain foolishness to use my real name...like anyone really cares who I really am anyway.

I wanted my blog name to say something about who I am ( also easy to remember and spell) I wanted a name that was special, and yet ordinary. I wanted a name that really only meant one thing to me but to others could mean anything. I wanted a name that would be remembered ( did I say that already?)

I didn't want a name that would make me so hated...it's to late to change it now! ;/

I am not a @^$%& Disney character....But I can't wait to see that new movie about Chicken little, the sky is falling, the sky is falling. it's the end of the world. this has got to be good. an End Times film. The timing is perfect. After the Greek or Roman alphabets, do we use biblical names, man I hope not, but it would be fun to use them. (do not freak out, just having fun with yah ;)

One time on my way to MegaBucks House, this young kid in his (he was an adult) and he looks like the classic Jesus (Long hair, little bit of a beard) He sees me in the parking lot and yells out "Sable Chicken!" at me! First thing I thought was "How does this guy know that I go by Sable Chicken? and who is he?" When I got close to him, I could see that he was the tech at school in my computer class. That was a surprise.

a lot to say about a name...5 points if you make it this far

SABLE...... the mystery word

(a) A color than runs from Jet black to mahogany browns.

(b) A large Impala (antelope) type of deer with beautiful curved horns, named after its color

(c) A small animal like a mink, named for its color, killed for its fur.

(e) A used car I bought. I really liked my Sable, it was green... a blue-green peacock color. I bought it for only $4,000. it was worth $8,000. I fried the engine, but wish that I still had that car. ( it is so totally lame to name your self after a Taurus look alike, lame, lame and easy to remember)
(d) All of the above

(e) You really don't give a $%$(#^!

CHICKEN.....I know you must be thinking, "why would someone name themselves after food?"
When I use the word chicken, I think about my pets. I do eat chicken, but I can't eat them if they have a name...so we name them. Some have even received a name while still in the egg. I really love my chickens. I would like to write more about my chickens. They maybe dumb, but they make up for it in personality, and they are pretty to have around.

I like to joke with my daughter about making our own "new" breed of chickens. Well we did, we dyed a little Frizzle Cochin Rooster, PINK! If you live in my town, my idenity is completely blown now. "His name is Cloud and he is a Cotten Candy Cochin."

(go to the bottom of the page on this first link...worlds cutest Chicks)
http://www.feathersite.com/Poultry/CGD/Friz/BRKFrizzles.html
http://www.feathersite.com/Poultry/CGD/Friz/WhatMakesFriz.html

Chickens are really cool, I know that they are at he bottom of the food chain, but I just love them. I had Chickens when I was a kid. Having chicken growing up gave me a lot of good memories. It was a dream to be able to have them again for my daughers growing up. I am blessed to live out this dream. My back yard is like a petting zoo.

So there you go, to anyone who cares to know why I am ...."SABLE CHICKEN!" cluck, cluck!

10 points for reading to the end
15 points for leaving a comment
20 points for using self control when leaving comment.

Wonderful Dream

2005-10-24T23:11:00.000-07:00

I had the most wonderful dream the other night. I was walking alone in a crowd, but not with the crowd. People walked this way and that. There was excitement in the air, small groups started to gather and talk to each other. I was looking for my husband, he is tall and I think he has on a blue T-shirt. I can't find him, but I'm not worried. I stop so he can find me. I started to look at the people in the crowd, as I walked very slowly. It was close to Christmas and people were dressed warmly. I'm in a mall now and the crowd has gathered. I notice people dressed in costumes. Lots of centurion soldiers. I thought to myself. "I wonder if all these people have come to see a play?"

All of a sudden a woman in the crowd starts singing! Her voice is so beautiful that the whole crowd stops moving and thousands of people were instantly quieted to listen. She is like a nightingale. I am standing right next to her. I know the song. "I'm so very... ordinary....Nothing special on my own. I have never walked on water, I have never calmed a storm. Sometimes I'm hiding away form the madness around me, Like a child who's afraid of the dark" Near the end of the song two thirds of the crowd spontaneously joined in to sing, including myself. We sang at the top of our lungs. "... but, when you call on Jesus all things are possible..." The one third that didn't know the song, stood there in total amazement! As we continued to sing, it came to me that the only way so many people could know this song was if they listened to Klove and the were also Christians.

http://www.klove.com/ ( Call on Jesus. by Nicole C. Mullen)

...
Than I woke up...and I started to cry. This was one of those rare dreams that it is hard to deny, that it's not a gift given to me by God to bring me encouragement. How I have been praying for God to give me a voice....I am apart of a larger voice...I am not alone.

Later I shared my dream with my 10 year old daughter. She was all ears. "Mom...did you ever find Dad in the dream?"
I told her that I didn't because I woke up just as the singing ended. But I know that he was in the crowd and he heard me singing and most likely he saw me singing.
"Mom...was I there?"
I said, "I didn't see you in my dream but I bet you were probably next to your Dad. You would have been singing too, because you know this song."
"Mom...if Dad wasn't singing I would have told him to start singing!"

2005-10-12T22:52:00.000-07:00

Save me, O God,
for the waters have come up to my neck.
I sink in the miry depths,
where there is no foothold.
I have come into the deep waters;
the floods engulf me.
I am worn out calling for help;
my throat is parched.
My eyes fail,
looking for my God.
Those who hate me without reason
outnumber the hairs of my head;
many are my enemies without cause,
those who seek to destroy me.
I am forced to restore
what I did not steal.
You know my folly, O God;
my guilt is not hidden from you.
May those who hope in you
not be disgraced because of me,
O Lord, the LORD Almighty;
may those who seek you
not be put to shame because of me,
O God of Israel.
For I endure scorn for your sake,
and shame covers my face.
I am a stranger to my brothers,
an alien to my own mother's sons;
for zeal for your house consumes me,
and the insults of those who insult you fall on me.
When I weep and fast,
I must endure scorn;
when I put on sackcloth,
people make sport of me.
Those who sit at the gate mock me,
and I am the song of the drunkards.
But I pray to you, O LORD

More birth pangs?

2005-10-10T13:13:00.000-07:00

http://standeyo.com/NEWS/05_Pics_of_Day/051008.pic.of.day.html

Scary things going no up stairs

2005-10-04T20:44:00.000-07:00

I have been taking off the roof all day, this is my third roof I have done. This will be the easiest, because there are no valleys...but than again, I'm alot older, and it might be harder.

At the end of the day I was dirty and tired. I knew I would be hurting tomorrow. After I took a shower and walked into the bed room, my cat (MaMa Kitty) comes out from under the bed. She looked so weird, she never goes under the bed. Not expecting and answer, I looked her in the eyes and said "MaMa, what's wrong with you?" As if she had no problem understanding me, she looked up at the ceiling with troubled eyes. "Oh, poor MaMa, that was only me making all that noise."

If only it was this easy to communicate to people.

Well a kiss and a hug and she was purring like her old fat self.

Eye of GOD

2005-10-01T22:57:00.000-07:00

http://antwrp.gsfc.nasa.gov/apod/ap030510.html

dyslexia

2005-09-29T14:30:00.000-07:00

It takes me at least 45 minutes to write a single comment. And maybe a whole day to gather my thoughts about what I want to write. I have always had a difficult time spelling and in turn I am a slow typer. I don't just type any old thing that pops into my head. First I have to gather my thoughts. Then decide if it is even worth trying to communicate it. If I am troubled long enough, I will search scripture, re-reading the whole chapter, because I don't want to use it out of context. When my thoughts have been gathered I go throught the difficult task of writing them down. I have to use "Read Please" to read it back to me in someone else's voice. Then I have to repair dozens of words that cannot be fixed by "spell check". I go through this over and over until I feel that it is perfect in it's context, grammar and spelling as I can make it. I finally hit "post" and I look at it again and see more misspellings. I look up at the clock...Hour and a half gone forever!!!

It's totally frustrating. It's as if I have both hands tied behind my back, and I'm using a pencil held between my teeth to touch the buttons on the keypad. And it doesn't get any better, because the real problem is dyslexia.

I am working through this gift from God.

Disturbing the Peace

2005-09-26T10:26:00.000-07:00

A couple of months back I was walking along the creek with my family and we came to a giant peace sign made out of white rocks. The sentiment was nice but I had an idea to make it better. I thought that it would be nice to change it to a Christian fish symbol. Everyone agreed and if we worked fast it would be done in no time. Everyone got into it. But as I reached to move my first white rock, I got stung by a bee. It hurt! I felt a strange kind of pain run from my hand to my elbow. For a moment, doubt ran through my mind...this is not safe...we should stop...I'm disturbing the peace....as if nature itself would protest against the Christian fish symbol. I started to silently pray..."God, don't let this sting get worse, I want to do this to honor you. amen"
When we finished, we admired our work and my brother wanted to say a prayer before we moved on. We prayed for the people that might see the fish to feel encouraged. We prayed for peace...and my bee sting. Within a half an hour I knew my arm would be ok, even though it bothered me for almost a week. But months later I drove across the bridge and no one had changed the Christian fish made out of white boulders. I was surprised it was still there, my bee sting is long gone....I felt encouraged to see the Christian symbol, and I was glad that a didn't let a little bee sting stop me from honoring God.

Psalm 51

2005-09-23T23:00:00.000-07:00

O Lord, open my lips, and my mouth will declare your praise.

beginning of birth pain

2005-09-18T21:20:00.000-07:00

Jesus used the metaphor "beginning of birth pain". It brings me great hope to think of these troubling times in this way.

I am a mother, and I have given birth. I know how bad birth pains can feel like. But some how the moment that my baby was layed on my chest, the magnitude of the pain was wiped away.
I started feeling "false" labor pain very early. Even just three months into the pregnancy I would find my self laying in a ditch trying to recover from contractions set on by just a walk in the park.

With only months to go, I felt increasingly uncomfortable. Trying to prepare myself, I would read every thing I could about what would happen in the birthing process. I remembered looking at a photo of a woman giving birth and the baby's head was half out. The first thought that went through my head was, "I can't do this!... Oh, but I don't have a choice...I will be doing this...I'm really scared."

My husband and I took a class on the birthing process. He's a paramedic... I tried to tell myself that, it will be ok. The teacher told us to make a "birth plan" She said that we could do any thing we wanted to, with our birth plan. We could plan on having our favorite music with us and have our partner rub our back by lit candles. This is when my husband leans over and whispers in my ear, "You can't light candles in the hospital." The realization came over me that this woman was leading us a stray...I would have no control over want is going to happen. The only thing I wanted to do in my birth plan was scream like I have never screamed before. That was my plan.
A month before I was due, my water broke. Oh no this was not a part of the plan! I'm not ready! Oh man, I started praying...Please let my baby be ok! At the hospital I quickly found out that once the water broke the baby must come out within 24 hours. It was 5:00 am and I had not been able to sleep for the last 24 hours, the next hours will no doubt prove themselves to be a challenge.

One of the first places that I every lived after I moved out at 18 was in a room at a farm house. The owner of the house had a big Saint Bernard dog that lived out side even in the cold Minnesota winters. This dog was pregnent and didn't know it. She was very young and she didn't know what was happening to her. She was so scared that she ran all over the yard leaving puppies in the snow here and there. We gathered up wet puppies from the snow and tried to catch the dog before she when into hiding under a shed. It all worked out and she ended up being a very good mother.

I thought about this dog as I fought urges to run and hide myself. I can't hide from this pain, I must let others help me through this. The nusres said the best thing to do was walk. So my husband took my hand and walked me around the maturity floor of the hospital. We must have done this same walk about 20 times, but there was no way I could do it on my own. I was in so much pain that I could not even find my room again if I was only 4 feet from the door.
Back rubs...I love back rubs. Wasn't there back rubs on my birth plan? No WAY...just touching my back made the pain more intense! I felt misled.

I wanted to be strong but when the pain was getting so bad that I began to throw up. I was offered a shot for pain. If there was a loaded gun in the room, I would have taken a shot to the head at this point.

42 hours with out sleep and intense pain, they tell me it is time to start pushing. Well as I start pushing I begin to let out a great scream. The nurse says to me sharply, "Don't scream, save it for the push." ( the scream was the only thing that I thought was a sure thing about my birth plan) Plan B....PUSH ! The nurse was surprised and said that I was stronger that she thought I would be. Well, the thought of having a baby stuck half in and half out, will give you unbelievable strength to keep that from happening.

But even as I relive the story of giving birth, some how the real memory of the pain is not with me now. It was gone the moment that I looked into my daughters eyes.

I think when Jesus talks about the beginning of birth pains in Matthew 24, it is a very comforting reminder to us. When we are going through the hard times of life, it is because it is all apart of God's master plan. We must remember to reach out for His hand to lead and guide us. Heaven will be like looking into my daughters eyes for the first time, and the pain and worry will melt away. It will be clear to us why we have gone through what we have when we get to heaven...so be strong in your faith.

I will still pray for you

2005-09-11T22:38:00.000-07:00

I feel as if I have so much to say....but I can't say it.

I've been thinking about Moses.
God can do anything....but he didn't make Moses a good speaker.
Moses was not confident...but God talked him through it.
The people that Moses lead to the promised land, complained and whined and blew it big time.
God said that's it, I'm done with these rotten and stubborn people.
Moses said, No Lord, please spare them for me.
and God spared them for Moses sake.
When Moses got mad at the Lord's people for their complaining.
Moses struck a rock in anger, to produce just another miracle...because they had so little faith.
God tells Moses, because you did this, you will not get to walk on the promise land.
But God let Moses get a look at it.

At one time America was called the promise land, and for all it's problems, I still don't think that there is a better place to live. But this is not home. Heaven is home. Go ahead and call me an idiot...if you want. I will still pray for you. Hate me if that makes you feel better. I will still pray for you.

Matthew 24

2005-09-01T13:11:00.000-07:00

Jesus left the temple and was walking away when his disciples came up to him to call his attention to its buildings. "Do you see all these things?" he asked. "I tell you the truth, not one stone here will be left on another; every one will be thrown down." As Jesus was sitting on the Mount of Olives, the disciples came to him privately. "Tell us," they said, "when will this happen, and what will be the sign of your coming and of the end of the age?"

Jesus answered: "Watch out that no one deceives you. For many will come in my name, claiming, 'I am the Christ,' and will deceive many. You will hear of wars and rumors of wars, but see to it that you are not alarmed. Such things must happen, but the end is still to come. Nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom. There will be famines and earthquakes in various places. All these are the beginning of birth pains.
"Then you will be handed over to be persecuted and put to death, and you will be hated by all nations because of me. At that time many will turn away from the faith and will betray and hate each other, and many false prophets will appear and deceive many people. Because of the increase of wickedness, the love of most will grow cold, but he who stands firm to the end will be saved. And this gospel of the kingdom will be preached in the whole world as a testimony to all nations, and then the end will come.
"So when you see standing in the holy place 'the abomination that causes desolation,' spoken of through the prophet Daniel—(let the reader understand)— then let those who are in Judea flee to the mountains. Let no one on the roof of his house go down to take anything out of the house. Let no one in the field go back to get his cloak. How dreadful it will be in those days for pregnant women and nursing mothers! Pray that your flight will not take place in winter or on the Sabbath. For then there will be great distress, unequaled from the beginning of the world until now—and never to be equaled again. If those days had not been cut short, no one would survive, but for the sake of the elect those days will be shortened. At that time if anyone says to you, 'Look, here is the Christ!' or, 'There he is!' do not believe it. For false Christs and false prophets will appear and perform great signs and miracles to deceive even the elect—if that were possible. See, I have told you ahead of time.
"So if anyone tells you, 'There he is, out in the desert,' do not go out; or, 'Here he is, in the inner rooms,' do not believe it. For as lightning that comes from the east is visible even in the west, so will be the coming of the Son of Man. Wherever there is a carcass, there the vultures will gather.
"Immediately after the distress of those days " 'the sun will be darkened, and the moon will not give its light; the stars will fall from the sky, and the heavenly bodies will be shaken.'
"At that time the sign of the Son of Man will appear in the sky, and all the nations of the earth will mourn. They will see the Son of Man coming on the clouds of the sky, with power and great glory. And he will send his angels with a loud trumpet call, and they will gather his elect from the four winds, from one end of the heavens to the other.
"Now learn this lesson from the fig tree: As soon as its twigs get tender and its leaves come out, you know that summer is near. Even so, when you see all these things, you know that it is near, right at the door. I tell you the truth, this generation will certainly not pass away until all these things have happened. Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will never pass away.

Day of Prayer

2005-08-31T10:44:00.000-07:00

The Governor of Louisiana is calling for a day of prayer.
President Bush is asking for prayer.

I have not been to church for a couple of weeks, because of my obligation to help out with the Fair and Sol-fest. This last Sunday I was happy to hear that the Rev. Kevin is going to spend the next several weeks talking about prayer. Well his timing could not be better.

We are living in troubling times. In Baghdad a stampede broke out and killed nearly 800 people, mostly women and children. It was just a week ago that Europe was haveing terrible flooding problems and out of control wild fires. Jews are still being taken from their homes in Israel. And now this catastrophic hurricane Katrina. It has not even been a year since the day after Christmas tsunami. Yes, prayer is needed.

How do we pray?

Let Jesus be our teacher.

I know that many people have other ideas about prayer....like

*Meditate. Sit still and think your prayer over and over or just have a soliloquy with the great entity about what you are praying for.
*Walk a labyrinth. Think about your prayer as you walk it. No labyrinth nearby? Walk in a spiral pattern in your back yard or living room.
*Chant. Chant sounds or what you are praying for.
*Burn incense. As it burns think about or state out loud what you are praying for.
*Light a candle. State your prayers either out loud or silently as you light it and let it burn away.
*Sing. Sing about what you are praying for to your favorite tune. You can also put your favorite music on and sing along to that as long as it contains the message you want to pray for.
*Dance. As you move your body think or state out loud what you are praying for.
*Write your prayer on a piece of paper and then either store it in a jar, burn it, bury it, cast it into a body of water or shred it and let the pieces of paper blow in the wind.
Whatever feels right.

These are some suggestions that I cut and pasted off someone else's blog, she was trying to protest the National Day of Prayer in a "Non-Christian" way. http://centime.typepad.com/centime/2005/05/national_day_of.html
I find it interesting that, what she wanted to pray for was tolerance.
I guess it's ok to be intolerance of intolerance.

Although her ideas are a bit silly, I think we can worship God in the way we live our lives. The way we express ourselves...It might be in our dance, art, music, writings and most of all how we act and interact with others.

But let me be very clear...There is only one true God.
So if you are walking around in circles in your living room, chanting some kind of self-help babble...What god or inner godess are you actually doing this for? The great entity? In the world of "what every feels right" you just pick and choose?

I don't care how you pray, that is not my point. I am saying, you should know who you are praying to.

John 8:20
"You do not know me or my Father," Jesus replied. "If you knew me, you would know my Father also." He spoke these words while teaching in the temple area near the place where the offerings were put.

President Bush did not say what kind of prayer he wanted.
The Governor of Louisiana is asking for a prayer for patiance, courage, and endurance.

Lord, I pray the same prayer to you God. Give us all patience. Give us courage to stand up for the truth, and the endurance to hang in there, and know that what ever happens you are right by my side. And you are by the sides of those that are in great need. I want to see you in even this. Let your people open their churchs and homes to help. Thank you God for pulling out so many people before it hit. Please use people to be your angels to get out many more. In the name of your precious and Holy son, Jesus. Amen.