See Grandma, my eyes are really dark blue....not big brown ones like daddy

See Grandma, my eyes are really dark blue....not big brown ones like daddy

Ryan and friend

Ryan and friend
Mommy, Daddy, I'm saying Hi to Grandma?

This one is for you, Grandma!


soccer with determination and no airplane distractions

Monday, January 2, 2012

The Best Gift of All

I was sitting here, pondering about "what is the best gift", having come to the end of the year, and through the start of another year, which began with a church service, and off to a cozy restaurant with friends. It was the same restaurant that my husband and I used to enjoy, years ago while dating, because of its romantic atmosphere, and great food. Then, I recall ordering strawberry daiquiri's, as calorie counting was not the objective. We would sit at our favorite table, right in front of the fireplace. Our gift to each other was always friendship, and lots of laughter. We always enjoyed being together, and through the years, although the menu has changed some, we still frequent that quaint restaurant, from time to time.

Last night, I was watching television, a program called hoarders. Obviously, it is a sickness, like the extreme, of being too clean. We all would like to think of ourselves in the middle of that, somewhere like clean enough, but able to accumulate a few favorite things. I heard over and over, that most of the hoarders claim the problem is that they don't have enough space to store the collectibles. Again, it is clear that when you have a problem, your the last one to see it or admit it. Some had infestation of rats and droppings, and still would not believe it was because of their disorder.

Lately, I've noticed that some of my church friends are cleaning out their over abundances to share with those who have not...a very good idea. I usually do that in the fall, and end up buying more to replace whatever I got rid of. Mostly, I find it is because nothing "fits" as the body consistently changes in measurement. And, I admit, I am a person that likes change. Not major changes, just "color" changes, like curtains and throw pillows.

Coming back to the hoarders, the one things that they cannot give up is their children, and once they see through the caring social worker's help, how much harm is being done to them by their creating "the pigpen" atmosphere, they begin to change. Sometimes, it's at risk of losing their most precious gift, their children, through state intervention.

This month is the month where some of our friends will take their annual bus trip to Washington DC, in an effort to do their part in "saving unborn babies" from destruction. Their combined effort in saying to lawmakers, is "we are still here" and we, more now than ever, need your help in overturning laws that should have never been on the books in the first place. Killing infants is not the answer...Just like hoarding is not the answer to "solving problems."

Just having come from the season of celebrating the "birth of Christ" we implore you to not take the road of Herod, in the killing of the innocent, but instead, know that it is through the birth of children that we find the "Best Gift of All."

Today, I read that one women practically stood on her head, being bed riden, not to miscarriage, once again, and she delivered a beautiful daughter, prematurely. Sometimes you have to go to drastic measures to get what you want. We will never stop thinking about the injustice done to those babies lost.

Children are priceless. It's time you see them for what they are, beginning from conception on up. If the hoarders can see how precious children are, and you can't, what does that say about you? God does not create junk. Life is invaluable.

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