DEAR GOD: THANK YOU FOR HELPING ME MAKE MY DECISIONS

8 06 2012

I can never thank God enough for giving me so much happiness and pleasure in my life here on this earth.   I have just had a wonderful time.  Of course, like everyone else, I have certainly had my share of troubles and sorrows.  But in giving me such a large family, God has made certain that I was always covered up with happiness and love.

And that is what makes the difference, that love shared by everyone.  We never did sit around and hug and kiss all the time.  My mother once told me that if you help each other and enjoy being together, then you are showing your love and it is not necessary to hug and kiss all the time. We never even said the words ‘I love you’ when I was growing up.  That really wasn’t the thing to do until the 1960’s crowd came along anyway.  And then they seemed to need that constant reminder of the hug – those big group hugs for example – for some reason.

I had a long span of motherhood.  My first child was born in 1954 and the last in 1968 so I had a lot of years to enjoy my children.  Even while the older ones were growing up and moving on to their own lives, I still had that constant of small children and was looking forward to lots of fun.

Things I remember are such as standing in the sleet and snow watching my youngest son play football.  Oh, what fun!  And he was only about 10 years old at the time anyway.   After that, he didn’t play on that particular football team anymore that year.  Surely someone should have enough sense not to make those young boys play in the sleet and snow.  Nor have their parents standing on the sidelines watching.  What happened to common sense.

And then another time when my youngest daughter brought home a note from the school cheer teacher saying that she would make all decisions regarding my child’s participation in cheerleading.  I read it over twice and then told my daughter that I didn’t raise her up to give her to someone else.  And I was not signing that paper.  She didn’t even question my decision, just walked off happily and went on about her business.

Now, my decisions were not popular, no doubt about that, but I did the best I knew how every single day of my life.  I am still doing that.  And I think I have made good and correct decisions many times over.  My children were my first priority.  I didn’t care what the sport was or what the occasion was.  Right is right and that is how I make my decisions.  There is no well maybe, perhaps or we’ll see.  I just made the decision and went on to something else.

And somehow, some way, my children grew up to be happy, well adjusted adults.  Now they are the ones making those decisions and I am glad it is them and not me.  My children got to do a lot of things while growing up.  We participated in almost everything having to do with their schooling.  But just because someone said they needed to do something special did not mean that we agreed.  Such is life and my children knew that we kept their well-being uppermost in our mind. And if we said No, we had a good reason.  In other words, they respected us and as a result, they did not argue about our decision.

As I said, I am so grateful to Almighty God for having blessed me with this large family.  It certainly was not in the plans I had made for my life, but I’m so glad I let God take over and run my life.  He sure did a great job!

Thank You Dear God for helping me with my decisions.

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OUR LADY OF FATIMA – PART 5

22 05 2012

After the third apparition, the children talked often about seeing the poor souls crying out in Hell and prayed more for the salvation of souls. They were followed everywhere they went by people asking about the secret.  To avoid this, they went to their pastures over back roads and through deserted areas.  They longed to be left alone so they could pray even more.

Jacinta was particularly disturbed after seeing the suffering souls in Hell.  She prayed almost constantly. At one time, she saw a vision of the Pope kneeling before a table in a big house.  He was crying and holding his face in his hands.  Outside, some people were throwing stones at him and saying many ugly words.  Another time, she began to cry and asked Lucia if she could see the great number of people who were crying from lack of food.  And the Holy Father praying before the Immaculate Heart of Mary and all those praying with him.

Great numbers of people, even priests, began to visit the Cova and some wanted to see the children.  Most wanted to know the secret and would offer presents and special favors.  But the children never told the secret to anyone.  In fact, they would run and hide when they saw people coming.  This interfered with their daily lives.

Lucia’s family still ridiculed her often and now visitors tramped on their garden until all the plants were ruined.  Lucia could no longer watch the sheep and they had to sell them.  Her mother was particularly distressed.  One of the visitors said Lucia had taken a dollar from another visitor.  Lucia denied this but her mother thrashed her with a broomstick.  Too late, it was found that Jacinta was the one who was given a dollar.

Even newspaper reporters came to talk to the children.  The stories written later depicted the children as epileptic and victims of greed and fraud. This only served to further divide the community.

The Chief Magistrate of the County where Fatima is located was a man of great power.  He had been baptized as a Catholic but had left the Church to join the Masonic Lodge.  He then started his own Lodge and was its head.  He also published a newspaper which served to ridicule the Faith and the Catholic Chuch and its Priests.

Both fathers of the children had been summoned to appear before this Magistrate to answer for their stories.  Lucia’s father willingly took Lucia.  Jacinta and Francisco’s father refused to let them go. The Magistrate began to question Lucia but she remained quiet.  Her father answered that this was all women’s talk and was not to be believed. Jacinta and Francisco’s father spoke up and said he believed the children. The Magistrate warned Lucia that if he did not learn her secret, he would kill her.  And then they were dismissed.

Early morning of August 13th, the Magistrate came to Jacinta and Francisco’s house.  He said he wanted to see the miracle too.  He insisted on taking the children in his carriage.  On the way, they were to stop at the rectory so he could ask some questions.  Lucia was questioned by the Pastor, who now believed the apparitions not to be the work of the devil,  but invented stories.  When she would not disclose the secret, he accused her of spreading lies.

Now, the Magistrate kidnapped the children, putting them in his carriage and driving them to his house.  There, he locked them in a room and said they would never leave the room until they told him the secret.  However, his wife let them out of the room, gave them lunch and let them play with her children. Meanwhile, everyone became angry at the Magistrate over the kidnapping of the children.

At the Cova, the thunder sounded and then a flash was seen and there was a little bright cloud that appeared over the holmoak. It stayed a few minutes and then ascended towards Heaven.  At that time, everyone’s face seemed to glow in all the colors of the rainbow.  The tree leaves were replaced with flowers and the ground was in little squares of different colors as was all clothing. The lanterns hanging over the holy spot were of gold.  Next day, the Pastor wrote an apology for his unbelief.

 





7 04 2012

In the 1950’s which was truly a wonderful time for just about everybody, things were o.k.  We lived in an 800 square foot house with three children and didn’t even realize how cramped we were.  We had such a nice time.  The kids played outside all day every day.  We had picnics in the backyard.  They and all their neighborhood friends played in the sandbox that Dad  built.  I ran that washer every single day.  When the local gas company offered a deal of $3 a month to everyone who bought a gas dryer, I was one of the lucky ones on that issue, too.  They had to run a gas line out to my garage in order to install the dryer, but it was truly, truly wonderful.  That meant I had to carry the wet clothes outside through the back yard to the dryer in the garage.  And I didn’t mind that one single bit.  Life was very nice at that time.

Then we all had the Hong Kong Flu which about killed us, but we were still very happy people. My husband had a sales job and the salesmen were making more money that just about anyone in the area.  All the men in our neighborhood were traveling salesman.  We ladies watched out for each other and thoroughly enjoyed our every day lives.  Note – we were all stay at home moms on purpose.

Then those Feminists came along a few years later and gave us all those wonderful benefits we didn’t even know we ever wanted.  And sure enough, we didn’t.  They gave us the right to go to work every day.  Who wants that!    Certainly not anyone I knew.

They gave us the right to have an abortion.   Who wants that!  Certainly not anyone I knew.

They gave us the right to be smarter and more smart aleck than our husbands.  Who wants that!  Certainly not anyone I knew.

And then we could compete with our husbands!  Oh yes.   And lots of people got divorces over that one issue.   No one I knew wanted that one either.

Those feminists marched, hollered, yelled, and whooped it up.  They chanted and ranted and generally caused a lot of noise and trouble.  They even got that glass ceiling broken.  Who wanted that one either!  If I had a glass ceiling, I would just have to clean it!

They gave us the right that every single woman had to get a college education so she could get a good job.  Before them, there were a lot of jobs out there that did not require a college education.  A lot of women could work from their home doing part time secretarial work or insurance work or other things like that.  I know, I did that myself, drawing a decent hourly wage and working in that dab of typing along with cooking, cleaning, and loving my children.

And then they gave us all the right to get to buy and pay for our own cars.  Who wants that!  Before that, our husbands bought and paid for those new cars.  Or used cars. Or whatever as long as it had 4 wheels and a key.  And it moved forward.  We didn’t have to go in the car much so it really didn’t matter.  Until they gave us that right to drive all the time.  After them, we were on a constant treadmill of driving children and driving ourselves nuts.

By that time, we didn’t have many neighborhood schools anymore because we didn’t have much in the way of neighborhoods anymore.  All those happy moms had to go to work to satisfy all those changes. So the houses were all empty every day because the moms were at work and the children were in the daycares or care centers of some kind.  And following that, everyone had to send their children to kindergarten because they couldn’t wait until first grade to learn to start reading and writing.  Everyone was on a fast track now.  It was so important that the children  needed to know so much before age 6.  Why.  Because they said so, of course.

And of course prices increased because most households now had two salaries.  In case you don’t remember the saying – prices always rise to meet income. And that is so true.  So prices went up.  That $10,000 house now costs approximately $150,000.  And it is still the 800 square foot house that is cramped.  Only now it is a lot older.  But those modern people all knew they were smarter.   Oh Yeah!

So, thanks to the feminists, we all progressed or regressed depending upon your point of view.  Mine is regression.  Terrible regression.  And for what!  Nothing!  Except hard nosed loud women.

So, Dear God:  Thanks to the Feminists, we all got a good dose of change of life.  What a shame!

 





DEAR GOD: THANKS TO THE FEMINISTS

7 04 2012

In the 1950’s which was truly a wonderful time for just about everybody, things were o.k.  We lived in an 800 square foot house with three children and didn’t even realize how cramped we were.  We had such a nice time.  The kids played outside all day every day.  We had picnics in the backyard.  They and all their neighborhood friends played in the sandbox that Dad  built.  I ran that washer every single day.  When the local gas company offered a deal of $3 a month to everyone who bought a gas dryer, I was one of the lucky ones on that issue, too.  They had to run a gas line out to my garage in order to install the dryer, but it was truly, truly wonderful.  That meant I had to carry the wet clothes outside through the back yard to the dryer in the garage.  And I didn’t mind that one single bit.  Life was very nice at that time.

Then we all had the Hong Kong Flu which about killed us, but we were still very happy people. My husband had a sales job and the salesmen were making more money that just about anyone in the area.  All the men in our neighborhood were traveling salesman.  We ladies watched out for each other and thoroughly enjoyed our every day lives.  Note – we were all stay at home moms on purpose.

Then those Feminists came along a few years later and gave us all those wonderful benefits we didn’t even know we ever wanted.  And sure enough, we didn’t.  They gave us the right to go to work every day.  Who wants that!    Certainly not anyone I knew.

They gave us the right to have an abortion.   Who wants that!  Certainly not anyone I knew.

They gave us the right to be smarter and more smart aleck than our husbands.  Who wants that!  Certainly not anyone I knew.

And then we could compete with our husbands!  Oh yes.   And lots of people got divorces over that one issue.   No one I knew wanted that one either.

Those feminists marched, hollered, yelled, and whooped it up.  They chanted and ranted and generally caused a lot of noise and trouble.  They even got that glass ceiling broken.  Who wanted that one either!  If I had a glass ceiling, I would just have to clean it!

They gave us the right that every single woman had to get a college education so she could get a good job.  Before them, there were a lot of jobs out there that did not require a college education.  A lot of women could work from their home doing part time secretarial work or insurance work or other things like that.  I know, I did that myself, drawing a decent hourly wage and working in that dab of typing along with cooking, cleaning, and loving my children.

And then they gave us all the right to get to buy and pay for our own cars.  Who wants that!  Before that, our husbands bought and paid for those new cars.  Or used cars. Or whatever as long as it had 4 wheels and a key.  And it moved forward.  We didn’t have to go in the car much so it really didn’t matter.  Until they gave us that right to drive all the time.  After them, we were on a constant treadmill of driving children and driving ourselves nuts.

By that time, we didn’t have many neighborhood schools anymore because we didn’t have much in the way of neighborhoods anymore.  All those happy moms had to go to work to satisfy all those changes. So the houses were all empty every day because the moms were at work and the children were in the daycares or care centers of some kind.  And following that, everyone had to send their children to kindergarten because they couldn’t wait until first grade to learn to start reading and writing.  Everyone was on a fast track now.  It was so important that the children  needed to know so much before age 6.  Why.  Because they said so, of course.

And of course prices increased because most households now had two salaries.  In case you don’t remember the saying – prices always rise to meet income. And that is so true.  So prices went up.  That $10,000 house now costs approximately $150,000.  And it is still the 800 square foot house that is cramped.  Only now it is a lot older.  But those modern people all knew they were smarter.   Oh Yeah!

So, thanks to the feminists, we all progressed or regressed depending upon your point of view.  Mine is regression.  Terrible regression.  And for what!  Nothing!  Except hard nosed loud women.

So, Dear God:  Thanks to the Feminists, we all got a good dose of change of life.  What a shame!

 





DEAR GOD: THANK YOU FOR THE LADIES

4 04 2012

Ever since the so-called women’s movement began, women were relegated to the not so lofty station of ‘women’.  Before that, there were ‘women’ and there were ‘ladies’.    Women were the type who were out in the world causing trouble wherever they went.  And they still are.  Ladies were thought of as above all that.  They held themselves to a higher station and maintained their dignity in all situations.  They would not dare to shout or to cause trouble or to be in the middle of the so-called ‘fray’.

Instead, they accomplished much but they just went about it in a very dignified way.  For instance, if the community needed a particular item, they would raise money and community support by simply talking to their friends and the members of the business community.  And they would always reach their goal.  But they did it all quietly and efficiently.   They never found it necessary to make a scene nor to be a bully.  Women on the other hand were always making a scene and being a bully in whatever happened to be the situation.

The women made fun of the ladies most of the time.  They talked about their clothing and their manners and their status in life.  In most cases, this was because the women did not have the dress up clothing nor manners nor a status in life. Instead they banded together to simply bully their way through any situation.

Personally, I’ll take the good old fashioned lady any day over the loud mouthed trouble causing women of today.   A lady goes about her business, taking care of her family and doing whatever is necessary in her life to keep all her loved ones happy.  She is perfectly happy doing what she is supposed to be doing without telling everyone else how to live and what they should believe in today’s world.

It is refreshing to see a lady who teaches her children those important manners and provides the comfort in her home for her family and her friends.  She is satisfied in her daily life and makes those around her happy in their daily lives.  She may have a job, that is true.  But she doesn’t use that job to beat everyone over the head with.  She doesn’t find it necessary to be that bully in any situation.

Dear God:  Thank You For The Ladies in all our lives in today’s world.





DEAR GOD: THANK YOU, THANK YOU AGAIN

24 03 2012

Seems like I always have so many things to Thank You For, Dear God.  But I really mean it.  I appreciate all You do for me every single day of my life.  I have no complaints in my life.  Everything is always o.k.  Some days are harder than others, but so what.  You have always seen me through those dark times and into the light again.  So I Thank You over and over again.

Today, we finished lunch and my daughter went to her room.   She was planning to brush her teeth.  Then I set about sweeping the kitchen floor.   Suddenly, I heard this beautiful sound.  It was my daughter singing quietly, softly.  I think that was the most beautiful sound I ever heard.  Complete innocence.  Complete beauty.  Just wonderful to hear.  You see, she has had numerous problems since birth and this is the first time I ever heard her sing all by herself.  It is truly the most beautiful sound I ever heard.  She didn’t sing long, but I am sure I will be hearing it again.  How do I ever thank you enough for that special treat.

Added to that this week, we had a thunderstorm the other night.  It began about bedtime and I was waiting for it.  I have had hearing problems for years.  Got a new set of hearing aids recently and can actually hear again.  So I was waiting to see if I could hear the rain.  I sat in the darkened bedroom and just listened.  And I heard the hail hitting the house.   Then I heard the thunder as it rolled.  I could see the lightning and it all made sense with the thunder and the lightning together.  Then I heard the sound of the rain hitting the house.  It was truly wonderful hearing all these sounds together.  What a wonderful blessing to be able to hear the storm as it passed over.

So, You see, Dear God.  I have so much to be thankful for – and this is only the last few days. Just think of all the blessings I receive all the time that I never even notice.  Thank You, Thank You Again!





DEAR GOD: WHY ABORTION

20 03 2012

I assume that everyone knows that from the White House down, this is a pro-abortion administration.  I have never quite understood this.  Why would anyone in their right mind want to destroy an innocent unborn human being.  What motivation can they possibly have.  Nothing is worth the life of another human being.  So why pick on the unborn child.  It has always just been beyond me.

Years ago, I wrote a letter and sent it to a lot of relatives and friends.  It began – Believing that abortion is murder – and gave the reasons why I felt as I did – anti- abortion.  I was absolutely amazed and still am at the mindset of some of my friends and relatives.  Sure was an eye opener to me.  Most of us grew up together.  Why the change of heart on this one issue.  What would make someone think it was justifiable to kill another human being.

In the Ten Commandments which all religion is based upon – it says – Thou Shalt Not Kill.  It doesn’t say anywhere that it is alright to kill an unborn child.  It doesn’t mention anything about choice or lifestyle or unplanned pregnancy.  Nothing else but Thou Shalt Not Kill.  So, I would be very afraid that if I supported abortion or ever considered doing such a thing that I would have to explain my actions before Almighty God.  I don’t think I would want to do that – never.

I was told after the birth of my first child that I could not conceive again and would never have any more children.   I was o.k. with that.  Didn’t matter at the time. Figured this was my life.  So be it.  I planned on not having anymore children.   And guess what – I had a whole houseful.  And I loved every minute of it.  You just never know what God has in mind for you.  Never even considered I had a choice in this matter.  If I was pregnant – again – so what.  We never actually starved.  Sometimes grocery money was a little bit tight like almost not there, but somehow, someway, we always managed to eat alright.  And the clothes wore and wore sometimes, but no one ever thought much about it.  My sons were buying their own clothes at 14, having part time jobs.  And all my children were handling their own checking accounts at 15 because they all worked somewhere for someone and made enough money to warrant checking account.

Sometimes when I sat on the bed sick as a horse for the first 4 months, I would wish I wasn’t pregnant again.  But I was and that was really o.k.  I would get over this nausea eventually.  Surely I would.  And then when I started dilating early each time and had to do nothing for the remaining time of my pregnancy, that was o.k., too.  All my kids learned how to wash dishes, make beds, run the vacuum, dust, answer the telephone and take pretty good care of themselves.  Never hurt a single one of them.  And then when each baby was born, they were all there willing to help out again.  Made for a very nice family.  Everyone was very responsible.  Maybe that was what God had in mind.

No matter what it took though, we were all willing to accept that new  baby and welcome it into our lives and our hearts and our home.  Why in this world would anyone ever consider killing such a precious child.

Dear God, Help all those who would do such a thing.  They really need Your help.  Thank You.