Monday, November 5, 2012
We are so rich in brotherly love! {A brother is born for adversity?} Oh Yes!
We are so grateful to be born into a loving and large family. We know what it means to be loved through adversity and conflict. When a heart attack comes, we are tackled and embraced and hit and comforted and uplifted and pressed down by brotherly and sisterly love. The voices that call are familiar and the angry tones are all against the same foe...sickness. It seems that God could use all that love to dispell sickness altogether. I am sure He will, oneday. But, not in the family, in the Savior. As strong and as contemptible as sickness is it is only vanquished in Christ and not in brotherly love.
We bask and sometimes are sunburned by the love of many brothers and sisters. There is nothing like it. I always duck when they come. I always duck and am still tackled by it. We are aware of the love and we feel it profusely, even when we duck from it. It is born from the same parents and it is palpable. We have birthed that kind of love in our home and are nurturing it and trying to teach them to harness and use it for the glory of God and not just consume it upon their own lusts.
It is our dearest treasure, next to Heaven itself.
It is only when we have to ride the bucking bronco of brotherly adversity, during election time and sickness, that we lament some of the elements of brotherly lovingness, or the magnitude of the lovingness that we are connected to. It is a gift, anyhow. We are blessed to have it.
God bless the arguments and the conflicts that they may be used by God to defeat all conflict and sickness and death, in the "ONE DAY!"
Today, just help us live to tell about it. "Don't let us be smothered under the leaves of the day."
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Title- The Studious One!
Of biscuits and syrup
Happy Saturday!
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.
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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