knowing that it was a very special day. The sky looked alot like the cellulite on my legs, which I am not so happy about. It was speckled with clouds and the sun was shining and my daughter and I had a secret, that no one else in the family knew. I knew that if I didn't make an announcement to my precious husband, he would miss the miracle which was occurring in our midst.
I said, honey, we have a child who is getting baptized this morning at service. NO! he said and on and on about this and that and I understood, immediately why my precious daughter had eloped, as it were to the Lord, to be baptized.
She wanted no discussion about it. She wanted to show the Lord that it was not of her heritage or background. She was truly following the Lord in obedience. She didn't even choose to be baptized at the service which our family attends. She chose the latter service.
I never felt that emotion in service ever before. I have sensed the presence of God and I have sensed the presence of one or another of the predecessors in service, worshipping with us. This morning, I sensed all of the family, in glory, come to see the baptism of this precious child of God, who has waited on the Lord, for the perfect time to follow the Lord in obedience to God in water baptism. To God be the glory, great things He has done.
I sat and remembered the little baby who was in church, possibly the first Sunday after birth. Church is like the cotton fields to her. We were always there. She was born on a Sunday, trying to get to Sunday school, she kept me from it to go into labor. Here she was, coming out in her white gown to surprise the family with her faith aside and apart from the family which carries her to church week after week.
Her faith is evident, daily, in her attitudes and approach to the hard and wonderful providences that we have had. She cares dilligently for her siblings and parents and now her job caring for little Levi is growing her skills and making her, even more precious in our household. She really is growing to have the correct priorities in her life. When she went under the water, her faith was already evident to us. Her father and I stood, amazed that God could use our decrepid testimonies and draw her to himself. In spite of us, she belongs to Jesus. This was the service, but they didn't tape the baptism
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Title- The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse
Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats
Happy Saturday!
a day at the Raptor Center.
Widdle Emmie in outer space school
Emmie jumped on the bus and off it flew out into the atmosphere. There was a set of clouds with turbulence right above the house and it took a few minutes for my Emmie to buckle her seatbelt. They hit the bump hard and it knocked my Emmie out of her seat and she bumped her head. The video camera came on and the monitor looked through and stated, Ms. Emmie, where are you? You are not in your seat. Where are you? I am alright I fell because I hadn’t buckled correctly. Well jump up Emmie we have a long way to go and you have to be buckled there is entirely too much turbulence in the stratosphere for you to unbuckle now. As soon as we are through this weather system there will be straight sailing but right now you must buckle. Emmie scrambled into the seat with intensity and purpose now. She watched every cloud pass her window and her nose was pressed to the window trying to see the top of the house as it drifted slowly out of sight. Soon they were not only out of sight of the house, the sun came out brightly and just as quickly they were putting on the atmospherical breathing apparatus and the outerspherical lights. The ABA and the OL. These precautions were to make them appear to be satellites to the radar as they were out in the ionosphere. Emmie knew all about this now. She had gone to the orientation and had a good breakfast and it took them 20 minutes for her to get out past the atmospherical pull and to feel the zero gravity. It would be 15 minutes before the gravity simulators would take effect, a glitch in the system which was being worked on. Until then, they enjoyed the couple of minutes of floatation, while being connected to the seats by belt. The first thing they saw everyday was the strataflotsam. The items which had been dumped into the atmosphere by earlier generations. What would their generation do about this ecological waste area that remained floating above their heads? This was a question for the generations. For now it was the area that they had to guide through on the way to school.
Midnight at the OASIS
Sunset in Huntersville
My little Emmie
ran to the bus on the first day of the last year of school. 2 buns on the side of her head. She kissed me and ran at dawn to the bus. She was starting the adventure of a lifetime. I would never see that little girl again, she was going to woman school!
My Father and I 1989
to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme
A VISIT TO PAPA
Are you going to Mary Immaculate?
Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,
Remember me to the one who lived there,
He once was a true love of mine,
Tell him to buy me an acre of land,
Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,
Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,
Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,
Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,
Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,
And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,
Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,
Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,
Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,
And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,
Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.
Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,
Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,
After your done 50 pushups
and jog down the West Side Highway,
Then he’ll be a true love of mine…
(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)
He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.
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