Archive for November, 2004

Sentiment

Sunday, November 7th, 2004

I was thinking today how hard it must be to send your family member off to war. Or to the military, or anywhere where you may not get them back. What a helpless feeling to let go of something that brings security and stability and to not have direct contact and possibly not know what they are even doing! I guess my husband being away has caused me to think of these things.
God, bring them all back safely. Bring mine back safely. Protect them as they “defend” our country. Wisdom to the leaders, and ears to hear.

Ok, I’m done.

My Own Politiks

Sunday, November 7th, 2004

Well, we have an ‘old’ president, and not one I voted for, I will admit. Now before all you guys start in on your “what about partial-birth abortion” and “gay-marriage”…I will admit I am not the most eloquent on the topic, but I do know when people are just swallowing the stuff they want to hear and turning a blind eye to the rest. Never do you hear about anything fresh. I am continually talking with people who are Bush supporters and pretty much all he stands for, but what I mostly hear is canned, good-ole boy responses. It never sounds like anyone has actually thought through the issues on their own and come to these conclusions. It only seems like that it was what their fathers said, and their fathers before them, etc.I have always been a big republican supporter until this year when I decided to find out for myself. Read and listen and even open my heart a little to those I previously called “left-wing”. All I would hope for is that some of these people don’t just jump in the boat because that is what it seems like the right thing to do, or what most “christians” are doing, but to test the boat out, look at how it has floated (or not) in the past, ask the captain some hard questions. And, in the end, God will place in power who he wants…and who knows Hillary my step into the drivers seat 2008. Oooo, I can already feel you squirm!

A Spot

Monday, November 1st, 2004

I found my poem. Yet another clue that I need to get organized. So here goes.

Who am I but a spot

A spot of black
No redeeming quality
No shape.

A spot of gray
A look from a creator
Taking form.

A spot of blue
I feel His breath
the shape of hope.

A spot of purple
A King’s ransom
A standing life.

A spot of red
Death creates life
It shapes my soul.

A spot of white
Cleansing brings purity
I am taking on Forever!


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