Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Thankfully a digital camera recorded the event!
Gabby is feeding two WILD deer right out of her hands.
Gabby's other grandpa, Pops White, lives in Branson, MO and loves all things wild and woolly. The area is populated with many deer and sometimes baby fawns need a little extra help to survive. When such an orphan is discovered Pops cares for it, feeds it, and babies it as most folks do their first born biological child. He names these beautiful creatures, each one is called "Sugar." They are never caged, never restricted and free to come and go as they are able to walk and fiend for themselves.
As time passes every "Sugar" grows up and he happily watches them leave his protective eye and they trot off in search of their kinfolk. Each one a success story!
BUT that is not the end of the tale. The grown-up "Sugars" find their way "home" again and again. At supper time Pops carries a small container of food into the woods nearby and gently calls. Soon, Sugar and her family and friends appear. Let's call him the deer whisperer!
Slowly and very trustingly those beautiful creatures greet their benefactor and are soon eating out of his hand.
This year we watched from about twenty feet away as Pops coaxed Gabby to follow him. She tiptoed quietly behind him and stood stone still. Because they trusted him, they trusted her also.
Three precious little ones are trusting............ and thriving on love.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
SO, I'm pitching the ten catalogs a day that arrive in my mailbox, trying to stay out of the stores and refuse to go surfing online! After the wrapping is all done I'll be ready to savor and calmly enjoy the remaining days until Christmas! Anything that is purchased or made now is for the sheer recreation of the process!
I LOVE buying gifts for the kids and grandkids. I spend a lot of time thinking of just the right thing, something that I'm just sure they would enjoy. (It doesn't always work out that way, but I try!)
Today I'm thinking that I've been a little lax on the greatest gift I could give them. During these days as they live through economic struggles, relationship challenges and our unkind, selfish culture I want to spend time in prayer. I am SO thankful for the four big KIDS (Andy and Jamie, Philip and Nancy) and eight little KIDS (Hays, Maggie, Dax, Tiki, Gabby, Gracie, Mollie and Thompson) and desperately want the best for them. Sounds "motherly" doesn't it???
My "how to pray for your children" list is mine alone and I may have already posted this in days gone by, but I'm whipping it out again for my own benefit.
Here's how it goes: (usually about 4 a.m. when I'm wide awake and have God to myself)
1. Protection - physically, emotionally and spiritually.
2. Holiness, rather than happiness.
3. Godly character rather than earthly comfort.
4. A desire for the smile of God rather than the approval of men.
5. A genuine desire to put others first above self.
6. An appreciation for every person they meet regardless of differences.
7. That their marriage would be an exhibition of divine blessing.
8. Business success that brings glory to God.
9. Relationships that challenge them to a godly lifestyle.
10. Wisdom, patience and sacrificial love for their children.
11.Participation in some type of ministry that forces them to pray and then experience God's answers.
12. Viewing their spouse as God's gift to them.
13. Dependence upon their spouse as #1 counselor rather than family or friends.
14. Honesty in everything said and done.
15. Generosity of forgiveness.
16. A determination to refuse to respond to criticism.
18. Joyful abandonment and trust in the Sovereignty of God.
Now that I look at that, I may need to give this list to them to PRAY FOR ME. I need every one of those characteristics developed in ME! Yes, it's ME that's "standing in the need of prayer."
Well, what a revelation!! I think I'll wrap myself in the gift of God's GRACE and today be very thankful for HIM, the GREATEST GIVER of love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. AMEN!
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
It's been a week now since my good friend and I went to an all day seminar in downtown Tulsa on Human Trafficking! Now, how did an innocent little granny like me get involved in such a thing, you ask? Well, I'm not sure. Perhaps it was a suggestion from an older wiser friend who whispered, "you need to know about Human Trafficking."
The attendees included ICE agents, FBI folks, policemen, DHS workers and a scattering of other officials. My friend and I were probably the only Granny's there. When asked what agency we represented we wrote "interested citizen." The purpose was to inform these highly trained public servants of a new national phenomena. Our purpose was simply to discover the meaning of the words!
It was information overload! The statistics shot out through the room like bullets.
We learned that OK is #1 in child abuse, #2 in teen pregnancy, #3 in divorce and #4 in women murdered by their husbands or boyfriends. The Interstate system through the middle of the country has created a crossroad of illegal interstate people moving.
The geography of OK, AR, and KN is now defined as the epicenter of the action.
There is foreign national labor trafficking, foreign national sex trafficking (700K a year) and U.S. citizen sex trafficking. In the US we have domestic servitude, commercial sex, and child sex all going on under the radar. At truck stops in OK thousands of young women are exchanged and transported from state to state. If there are 50 trucks in a lot, 46 will be involved in some way!
We've taught our children "stranger danger" but not "relationship danger." 95% of violations will occur with people children already KNOW!
The red flags that officers are looking for are: single parent homes, education level, and FAITH-BASED families. Evidently Christians do not do a good job preparing their children to be "street smart," putting more emphasis on being kind, turning the other cheek, loyalty, and giving people the benefit of the doubt when judging character. The Bible Belt is a prime recruitment area for unsuspecting teenage girls. Usually all it takes is a fuss with mom before daughter lands in the clutches of a predator.
When pictures are sold online it becomes a trafficking offense. 20% of Internet porn is child porn. 99% of viewers are men, 91% are white.
What to look for? Derogatory tattoos, gang tattoos, (pimps like to brand their new property) difficulties with school friends, runaways or throwaways, girls living with boyfriends, cutting, burning, depression, mood swings, failing grades at school, aggressive survival skills, masters of manipulation.
There is even an "underground railroad" in place to provide safe harbors in order for girls to escape.
Two young women told their horrific true stories of how they were seduced into a way of life they never knew even existed. Their escape took YEARS!
There is SO much more. Our culture is "sexed" to death and being a child in the US is a dangerous place to be.
Sounds like a foreign country, doesn't it? It all adds up to modern slavery. And history will one day ask the question again, "where was the church when this was happening right under her eyes."
We've come a long way baby! And our babies are the victims. I had to come home, jump in the bed, cover up my head and wait for morning!
There are several opportunities to become involved in this tragedy. We're investigating. Many social service and religious agencies around the state are jumping into the fray to help is some way. Once informed it's impossible to return to ignorance.
This is just chapter one of a long book! There is more to come as we get involved.
I'm wondering if we have the emotional strength.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
She was stuck! The front end of the car was in the street, the back end was in the parking lot and the middle end was hung on the curb, looking very much like a teeter-totter on a playground.
Two muscular parking lot attendants were giving her directions. They had on their game faces, determined not to even grin. On the count of THREE she was to put it in reverse and "gun it." They would both lift the front end with all their might at the same time and hopefully push the thing back into the parking lot.
At about FIVE she let her rip. The back tires squealed and smoked billowed. The car went NOWHERE! What were they thinking?
Did they truly believe they could LIFT the engine portion of a car? Would that be about 1000 lbs.? If the plan HAD worked she would have found herself in San Antonio by the TEN count!
My friend and I stood there in disbelief watching the whole scenario. Another fellow stood with us, laughing out loud at the whole idea of his friends trying to LIFT that car up over the curb.
That poor woman was embarrassed beyond belief. We walked away when we couldn't stand to watch it anymore. They must've called a wrecker because when we returned a few hours later she was gone. I can't imagine that poor woman trying to explain that bill to her husband!!!
I've never been so thankful I was NOT in the driver's seat!!
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Some people spend the entire week at the festival taking classes from famous author-quilters or TV-personality quilters. Lectures are held and chairs are filled with spell bound quilting students.
Yes, these pictures I've posted are QUILTS. Tiny pieces of different colors and shades of fabric were cut and arranged until these faces emerged. These were NOT winners. Not one was judged "best of show." There were hundreds like these that simply defied the imagination. I wonder if the people that made these are still considered sane.
The Japanese quilts are made of even tinier pieces. Perhaps those lovely small oriental hands were made for such tedious work.
Today's quilts are fascinating and they are ART. The suppliers for these "artists" are smiling all the way to the bank! Our quilting ancestors must be rolling over in their graves at the insanity of buying a beautiful piece of cloth, tearing it into tiny pieces just for the thrill of sewing it all back together again! Quilting has come a long way, baby!
And next year I'll travel a long way to be amazed once again!
Monday, November 1, 2010
It was a parade of gigantic proportions up and down the front sidewalk. Well, maybe not gigantic. In fact the numbers were down about 50% this year, perhaps because the day fell on a Sunday night and most little goblins had to be in bed by 9 p.m. We were ready for about 200, the average number of masked visitors.
Our neighborhood is perfect for such shenanigans. There is no entrance gate, houses are relatively close together, and safety isn't as issue. So it's possible to walk the streets and quickly load up with enough candy to cause a sugar high and a tummy ache simultaneously.
The first two little boys arrived at 5 p.m. They simply couldn't wait until dark and where is that rule written down anyway. I heard them giggling as they walked toward the front door before they rang the bell.
Following them were princesses, fairies, Minnie Mouse, cheerleaders, actions figures, happy witches, Spiderman, bumble bees, monsters and teen-agers that admitted they had no costume but still craved the sweet stuff. One boy brought his dog along, complete with a tiny black cape. So cute!
Golf carts, wagons, and strollers snaked through the streets and parents watched as tiny legs timidly passed jack-o-lanterns and skeletons to get to the doorbells. Pillow cases, plastic pumpkins and fancy totes were filled to overflowing.
We oohed and ahhhed at every costume and "thank-yous" filled the air. Parents cameras flashed and the event was recorded for the ages. Fun memories were made.
Evidently everybody around here was prepared with treats because no tricks were delivered.
The evil pagan holiday has evolved into a children's parade!
It's reported that terrible things occur on Halloween each year and I don't doubt that for a minute. Terrible things occur all the time in this wicked world. The detailed history of this devil's holiday is surely the cause of much insomnia, worry and heart palpatations!
The most frightening element of Halloween 2010 I face is the left-over candy, which will no doubt find it's way to my waistline!! EGADS, how scary is that!!