My Christmas Gift to You

As I write this entry, I'm sitting alone in the dark trying to get refocused on the important things this Christmas.  It has been 3 1/2 weeks since my surgery. I am not fully recovered and unable to walk or sit up much.  It seems to be a very slow recovery process.

This Christmas I am learning that if you have family, friends, mental stability, health, and trust in God then you have all that you will ever need. With a little courage, you can conquer the world with these things.

Since my surgery I have been stuck watching TV for most of the time.  I have been bombarded with commercial after commercial. I am one of those rare few who doesn't own a DVR. :-) More and more the ads seem to avoid the word "Christmas".  So far Krogers and Home Depot seem to be the only ones that come to mind that even mention the word "Christmas".  Every year the world tells us that we need the latest and greatest gadget.  We are fed the idea that we need to get our children tons of presents.  We try to compete with all the years before.  Many have more than they could ever need or appreciate.  Today I decided to shut off the TV and write my message to you.

Most of us may have finished our Christmas shopping by now.  Unfortunately, I wasn't able to shop this year.  If I could I would give the greatest gifts that are not found in Wal-Mart or any other store. All I can do is pray for lives to be restored.

This Christmas I have a friend whose 11 year old daughter, who suffered brain trauma, who would like walk out of the hospital, and be fully recovered from being ran over by a car back in November.  I have a couple of family members who would like to return their Stage 4 Cancer diagnosis. To bad Wal-Mart doesn't take back items like that.  I have another friend who would like to be celebrating her baby's 1st Christmas instead of remembering burying him a few months ago.  A few other of my friends would like to find their family restored and no longer separated or going through divorce.  One of my dearest cousins would love to be celebrating one more Christmas with her Uncle Earl, who suddenly passed away at the end of November.  He also was a huge help to my mom.  What wonderful gifts these would be to find under the tree!!!

I admire each of these people's strength and courage to endure what they have suddenly been thrown into.  I believe that is their Christmas gift to me. When I get down and discouraged, I remember these people and the other tragedies in our nation. No matter the circumstance, we are not alone in our suffering.

Even though I would like to unwrap the gift of having my life back to normal, I have to trust the recovery process. I know one day I will look back and know this was the best gift God has given me - a time to reflect on Him and having my faith in Him restored.

No matter what is under your tree this year, remember the reason why we have Christmas at all.  Enjoy every moment of your health and your family.  Blessings to you....have a Blessed Christmas.

A Time to be Thankful ~ Day 20 ~ 30 God's Timing

The other night I had a scary dream.  I found myself walking along a wooded path.  Suddenly I came to a dark tunnel. There was no other route to take but through the tunnel. I was fearful to enter its dark passage way.  I hesitated but went forward anyway. Once I entered I felt the bright sunlight follow behind me. The more I entered the tunnel, the more the light continued to follow me.  As I walked along, the light behind me was so bright that the tunnel didn't seem as dark as it once was. I forged ahead facing my fear.  As I did, the smaller the darkness seemed as well as my fear. I awoke before seeing the way out but somehow I know the light would follow me to the end of the passage way.

This how my life has felt recently, like I am walking through a dark tunnel.  There's no other way around the tunnel but walking through it.  I have heard that analogy so many times before.  It's not until we are in a war of faith that those positive thoughts hit home. They become our shield in the battle.

My family and I have endured one stress event after another lately. Regardless of the stress, we have had not other choice but forge ahead.  What keeps me going is knowing that God will lead me to the end of this tunnel eventually.

Unfortunately I did not get to update my thankful series blog on a daily basis like I had planned. I am disappointed but at least I can say I finished it somehow.  Better luck next year.  Isn't that just like life though? Just when we think we got things rolling and going our way, somehow those roadblocks come in and put us at a stand still. We get angry when we can't do things on our own timing. God has a way of stopping us in our tracks and redirecting our focus.

I mentioned on Day 1 that I haven't been able to walk much because I had a herniated disc pinching the nerve.  I ended up having surgery a lot sooner than I planned because I was unable to walk. This is the worse pain I have ever experienced in my life so far. Yuck!  I am truly grateful that I had insurance and could get surgery.  I have had to let down my pride and accept help from my family and friends. I don't know how I would have made it without Aunt Donna, my cousin Amanda, and my friends Susan and Mike.  Accepting help is not easy for me. 

At times I have lost track on how important it is to trust God's timing. With things being difficult and chaotic, my faith has been truly tested. I wish I had the magic words to say to just trust in God's plans. But if you are in the middle of the battle sometimes words alone don't help. In those dark moments we must remind ourselves that all things are temporary. We are not alone in the battle.  I remind myself of all the other trials that God helped me conquer.  God has a purpose and a reason for the battle.  We may not understand His reasoning but one day we will.  We will come to the end of the battle and be grateful that He was with us all along.

I am learning that no matter what circumstances come into our life, we have to trust God regardless.  Continue to fight and forge ahead in the battle of faith.

A Time to be Thankful ~ Day 19 My Aunts

A lot of my thankful posts have been about my uncles that are so dear to me.  But honestly, I am truly thankful for everyone in my family - from my parents to my distant cousins.  Since I have no brothers or sisters, my Aunt Liz, and Aunt Donna, and Uncle Wayne were like my siblings growing up. We are close in age and even went to school together.  We had some rugged years.  Since I was the first grandchild...Grandma's favorite..there was sibling rivalry!  I was bullied often by Uncle Wayne.

Aunt Liz and Me

Although we fought like sisters do, Aunt Liz helped me a lot during my teenage years. My family and I had a tough time after my Grandma passed away, who meant the world to me.  I was so thankful that Aunt Liz and her daughter, my cousin Christy Michelle, was around to help distract me from Grandma Jean's passing, even if it was through fighting.  Aunt Liz always had hidden goodies to eat at her house and got me school clothes when she could.  I always thought she was so pretty but I envied the closeness she and my mom shared.  She is always able to make me laugh and will help me out whenever she can.  She inherited Grandma's great cooking and makes the best biscuits and gravy....and Fudge!  There is no one quite like my Aunt Liz!!  Like my mom, Aunt Liz doesn't share her emotions to much.  She doesn't sugar coat things and tells you like it is.  We don't get to see each other very often since I moved to Houston.  Regardless of time and space, that bond is still there whenever we do visit.

Aunt Donna and Me

Aunt Donna was one of the reasons I was able to move to Houston.  She got me my 1st plane ticket to Houston.  We became pen pals after she left KY.  As a teenager, I couldn't wait to get a letter from her.  She always made me feel important and special.  I have always admired her independence and courage to leave those hills.  Donna and I bonded much more when I moved to Houston.  If it had not been for her allowing me to invade her space many summer months during those college years, I don't know how I would have made it.  I wonder if I would have stayed in KY.  I could never thank her enough for letting me stay with her so many times. These years in Houston have allowed us to grow just like sisters.  Her stubborn independence and caring personality is something I admire.  She enjoys being the caretaker and being there for people.  Both her and Aunt Liz have such a sense of humor.  I think that is a gift all of us in the family seem to have.  Humor has always been our way of being distracted from the troubles and stress in our life.

In 1984, my Aunt April, my mom's sister who she was the closest to, and her family spent Christmas with us.  It was the first time I had met her family.  She had visited when I was younger but I had no memory of her.  I am grateful that next Christmas that my Grandma Jean was able to be with all of her children and grandchildren on what was her last Christmas. I don't get to see much of Aunt April who lives in Cincinnati, Ohio but thanks to Facebook, we are just a click away now.

My Aunt Minerva

The first and only wedding I attended as a child was when my dad's youngest sister, Minerva, got married.  My Grandma Ethel shed some tears but I think they were tears of relief more than anything.  I am sure she hated seeing her youngest girl being married off.  My Aunt Minerva is a unique character!  Her and her husband are truly made for each other and have been married since 1976.  Aunt Minerva is hearing-impaired and has a speech impediment. Being the youngest daughter of the family, my Grandma Ethel spoiled her rotten. She is stubborn as a mule but has a heart of Gold!  She knows no stranger but just don't make her mad.  She has temper that could fuel a fire.  I think what I love most about my Aunt Minerva is her sense of innocence. She has joy with the simple things - especially doughnuts!   I love being with my Aunt Minerva and her big brother Gobel Jr. when I go home to visit KY.

My love for my aunts, including my sweet Aunt Becky and Aunt Shirley, can't simply be described in a blog entry.  I could write a chapter or two on what they mean to me.  Our aunts seen you mature from a snotty nose cry baby, as my Aunt Donna use to call me, to full grown and hopefully a mature responsible person.   Some of them fill in the broken gaps of our lives.  Be grateful for your Aunts or those family members who make you feel special! :)

A Time to be Thankful ~ Day 18 Uncle Gobel Jr.

My Family - Uncle Gobel Jr.

Last year I wrote a blog entry about my Uncle Gobel Jr.  He is the oldest brother on my Dad's side.  He has always been so special to me.  I am so very thankful that I get to visit him each time I go to KY.  I wish our visits were longer or that I could see him every day.  

Uncle Gobel and Me on the Skylift

Because he is stuck in a nursing home, I feel so blessed that I am able to take him out for the day.  This past summer we went to the Natural Bridge State Park with my mom and Aunt Minerva, his sister.  My Uncle Jr. was able to ride the sky lift with me and walk across the Natural Bridge. He really enjoyed the trip, especially the buffet of food at the Natural Bridge diner.  It makes me happy that he can escape the dreariness of the nursing home.  He doesn't have the best of health but he seems to be one of the healthiest and mentally stable one of all the people of the nursing home.

Look up the words humble and selflessness in the dictionary and you are liable to see a picture of my Uncle Gobel Jr. in there. I have always been drawn to his passive and gentle nature. He has a quality that cannot be duplicated or imagined. One of my earliest memories was seeing him working and digging tators in the hot sun on his Uncle George's farm. I ran to help him because he looked like he was working so hard.  

He may seem like a man of little words and experience but this wasn't always the case. He use to work and party with his aunt Dora Campbell and her brother General Lee when they lived in Chicago. My dad and his other older brothers soon followed in Uncle Gobel's footsteps. They moved to find work there as well. My uncles enjoyed partying as well on their days off but then, kids came along! 

One to rarely ever say no, it was then that Uncle Jr. became the "designated" babysitter a lot of the times! I can't imagine what my cousin Alonzo and I must have put him through. He wouldn't even stomp a bug so there's no way he would ever scold or spank us.

Uncle Gobel Jr., Great Aunt Laura, & Great Uncle George

A year or so later my dad's Uncle George ("Do-I") got sick and was unable to take care of the farm. Being the "single" one, Uncle Jr. agreed to move back to KY and help out on the farm on Fugate's Fork. What was to be a "temporary" stay, turned into over 10 years of Uncle Jr. working as a farmhand for his Uncle George, George's sister, Laura, and her husband, Garvey. He never married, never had children, or got another job after that. His life was surrounded by the duties on the farm until Uncle George's passing in 1985. It wasn't until then when he moved off the farm and eventually got his own place.

His life is a real example of selflessness. From him, I have also seen how giving and caring too much (co-dependent) can also be a curse at times. My Uncle Jr. is a smart man, full of kindness and good heart. He loved his family, the farm, and he loved my daddy very much. 

Uncle Gobel Jr.

His generosity is still there as he helps the nurses in the nursing home with the other patients. :-) No matter what, I know his heart belongs to Fugate's Fork and his family. It brings joy and brightens his heart each time he goes back there, just as it does mine. 

Taking Uncle Jr. to Natural Bridge had been a dream of mine.  I am hoping next summer that we can go to Buckhorn Lake, rent a boat, and take him fishing.  I really love and am thankful for the the memories made with my Uncle Jr.  Be thankful and appreciate those in the nursing homes and those special to your heart.

A Time to be Thankful - Day 17 Children

OK...honestly...I am writing this blog to show off these pictures of the kids so dear to my heart.  Unfortunately I don't have kids of my own yet but I pray that God will bless me one day.  I might need to be reminded of that statement once I have a teenager.  For now I am so thankful that my dear cousins have been blessed with these little ones. I don't get to see them often but thanks to Facebook I get to watch them grow up online.  When I do see them, I can't hug them enough.

Jacob and Katy, March 2012

Despite the trouble they get into, the sleepless nights, and the worry of their health, children really do change our lives.  Our world is never the same. We can't imagine what life was like before without them.  We would risk our own life for them.  We would give them the world if we could afford it.  Their tears make our hearts break.  Their laughter makes our hearts jump for joy and our fear is to never be apart from them.  They truly are God's gift to us.

When Jacob entered my cousin Alonzo and his wife Lisa's life, I cried many happy tears.  I couldn't imagine Alonzo being a dad.  But when I see him in action, I can't imagine a better dad other than my own.  Perhaps that is why he is an awesome teacher and the kids love him so much.  Or perhaps it is because my love for Alonzo couldn't be any greater than if I had a brother of my own.  Seeing the love he and Lisa have for Jacob warms my heart.  

Since I am only child and have no children of my own, I could never imagine what it would be like as an aunt or a mother.  Yet when Jacob entered our lives, everything changed for the better.  Just seeing him makes me giggle and I wish I could hug him every day! Ironically, our cousin Christianne had Katy around the same time.  I don't know why but seeing Jacob and Katy play together brings tears of joy.  It reminds me of my childhood with Alonzo.  I am grateful that they get to grow together.

Christy's Angels: Timothy and Amber, May 2012

My cousins Christy Michelle and Jennifer are two wonderful mothers.  It is strange to remember them as children and now see them as mothers.  Time really flies! I never doubted that they would turn into awesome moms though, they were the "bossy" ones as children.  LOL!  When they were little, they both took control of the situation like moms when they played with other kids.  Of course their kids are "angels"! :) I am soooo proud to say they really are great Moms!

Jennifer's Angels: Shelby and Sydney, Nov. 2012

My prayers are with these and other kids daily. I keep their parents and families in my thoughts and prayers.  My biggest wish would be to have children of my own.  Regardless of God's plans, I am Grateful that my family and I have been blessed with these children.

Recently a daughter of one of my dear friends was hit by a car while waiting at the bus stop.  Sadly, this 11 year old girl is fighting for her life.  The fear and stress this mom and dad is enduring is heartbreaking.  How strange that one small moment can forever change lives for the good and the bad.   

This is a reminder to Enjoy and Thank God for every moment you spend with the children in your Life.

Keep Payge and her family in your prayers. 

   

A Time to be Thankful - Day 16 Laughter & Uncle Wayne

When I think of laughter, I think of Uncle Wayne.  He is always able to make me laugh. I believe he could be a comedian.  Like many of us in our family, he just has that natural ability to bring a smile and laughter to anyone.

Many theorists say laughter is good medicine. We can relax and get more focused. Watching something funny or remembering good memories can lift our spirits.  Our minds become regenerated. 

Uncle Wayne & Buster, Thanksgiving Day

In 1998, my Grandpa endured many health struggles.  There were many times when we didn't think he wouldn't last another day.  On one occasion he was in ICU because he had fallen outside the night before.  No one found him until the next day.  He had spent the entire night outside.  We were scared that morning wondering if my Grandpa would even awake.  Somehow my Uncle Wayne who didn't mean to be annoying, woke my Grandpa up. Needless to say, Grandpa was very irritated and grumpy.  We all laughed a sign of relief. Uncle Wayne is the one who kept my Grandpa going for so long.  He could make Grandpa laugh or irritate him until he did laugh.

When I am having a bad day or going through rough times, I enjoy being with people who can make me laugh.  They are able to get my mind off of things as we joke and gossip.

No matter what struggles we have been through, my Uncle Wayne has always been there.  I am grateful that we live so close that we can spend the weekends and holidays together.  Having him around makes me less homesick for KY. I am grateful that I will spending Thanksgiving with him this year.  No matter the struggle, always find joy and humor in life.  Laughter makes you live longer. :)

A Time to be Thankful - Day 15 Senior Citizens

In 1984 my Great Aunt Laura suffered a stroke.  For the longest time my mom and I would go visit her every Saturday in the nursing home.  Being in a nursing home around old people was very boring to a 14 year old.  I dreaded the days when I had to babysit her.  She never talked to me much and she whined a lot.  The needy old people scared me and I hated the smell.

Since Aunt Laura had never been away from her home on Fugate's Fork, she had a lot of anxiety.  Her new life was now in a new strange place with strange people. Being secluded in Fugate's Fork, she was never really around running water, TV, or the sounds of the hustle and bustle of city life.  No wonder she had such a huge fear of being in the nursing home.  

A few years later she came home.  The Home health nurses came in to assist her but she never really liked them.  She never was able to walk again because of the stroke. But I believe it is because she fell into a deep depression and gave up.  She never had anyone to love or encourage her the way her big brother, George had done.  He passed away while she was in the nursing home as well as did her motivation to live.  Her husband wasn't the best either.  He would not allow her to go to her brother's funeral.  

My Uncle Jr, Great Aunt Laura, & Great Uncle George

The last time I saw my Great Aunt Laura was before I moved to Houston.  I stopped in to hug her goodbye.  Like always, she shed a few tears when I was fixing to leave.  I was looking forward to my life in Houston that I never could imagine the depression and loneliness she suffered. Her life and death always saddens me for it represents how depression can kill. No one should have to fight the battle of depression alone.

Years later when I worked with senior citizens at Bayshore, I was thankful for all those years of visiting my Great Aunt Laura in the nursing home. Little did they know that I could relate to their childhood years of not having inside plumbing, shoes, and thankful for hand-me-down clothes.  Some even had a better childhood than I did.  Some were willing to listen to my own childhood stories while others assumed I was some youngster with an attitude.

Everyone has a story to tell.  Young and old.  We all have our own experiences.  We just have to take time to listen.  Many do not listen to the senior citizens.  Like those who judged me as a youngster, we too sometimes do the same. We imagine they are old, grouchy, and set in their ways.  I find it strange that so many cultures appreciate the older generations while America kind of throws them to the side.

We all will grow old and want to share our experiences with others.  How many will listen? What can the older generation tells us that we don't already know? Their simple life wasn't so simple.  They have a voice.  Their stories and experiences can teach us a lesson.  I believe our senior citizens are the answer to many of our problems today.  

Be grateful if you have your Grandparents.  Be willing to listen to them share their secrets.  Adopt a Senior this Christmas! I believe you will get a lesson out of it more than they will. 

A Time to be Thankful ~ Day 14 Nurses & Medical Staff

Nurses and any Medical Staff

For anyone who works or has worked in a hospital or care-giving environment knows this job is not easy!  There is not enough gratitude or pay for dealing with sick and injured people. Even though it is a hard job, there can be some rewarding moments, especially when people get better.  

I worked 2½  years at Bayshore Hospital in the Physical Rehab department.  Many of the patients were senior citizens who had hip or knee replacements.  Most were good patients and I enjoyed hearing about their life stories.  

Some of the patients could be difficult.  They would refuse physical therapy and their medicine at times. I don't know very many people who like to be in pain.  We all get tired and irritated when we are hurting.  Imagine having to deal with tired and hurting people times 20!  Being able to have compassion with an irritated person takes patience and a gift.  It isn't easy to accept the loss of some independence.  The thought scares many people.  There were other patients at Bayshore who loved the attention and sought out every nurse available. I think they enjoyed being "sick".

   

However, some people would not be in the hospital if it were not for the quick thinking EMT's.  There is not enough pay in the world for someone saving your life.  Not only do EMT's save lives, they have to endure and help calm the emotions of other people around them.  It is hard not to panic in these life-threaten situations.

I believe the most compassionate and challenging are those who work in nursing homes, home health, and hospice care.  So many patients are thrown into nursing homes only to be forgotten by their families. The people are left in a lonely environment feeling as if they are a burden to their families.  Unfortunately, we live in a selfish society where we can't be "bothered" by the older generation.  In China, the younger generations feel honored to care for their parents and the older generations.  Maybe it's a trait that we in America will someday adapt to.

Part of the Texas Medical Center in Houston

When my Dad was in the Bluegrass Hospice Care at St. Joseph,  I was taken back by the warmth and compassion the staff had for all the families. I can't imagine their heartache by seeing patients pass away on a daily basis.  Not only do these nurses and staff have the medical knowledge but they have a heart that you don't get by going to years of school.

I am so blessed and thankful to be in Houston where some of the world renown hospitals and doctors are found.  Be thankful for all the doctors, nurses, EMTs, PCTs, and tons of other medical staff.  Their job is never ending!!

A Time to be Thankful - Day 13 Memories of my Dad

Memories of my Dad

It is Day 13 of my grateful project.  There are a thousand other things that I can be thankful for but somehow my Dad stands out the most to me today.  This time of year is usually tough for my mom and me.  My dad was diagnosed with cancer around Thanksgiving, 2008.  His illness put a damper on the holidays that year and these last few years.  Being told you don't have long to live isn't such a great Christmas gift. I am so thankful that we were able to spend his last Christmas together as a family.

My mom & dad seeing me off at the airport, May 2007

Being a true Daddy's girl, I can't imagine what life must be like without growing up with a dad.  Some dads may not be the greatest but if you have a dad, spend every moment you can with him.  

I am grateful that my childhood has so many special moments with my mom and dad.  They did the best they could with what they had to raise me.  My dad worked hard to provide for us.  He also was a good man. He didn't mind helping others out.  That trait is one of the things many remember about him.  He stood up for his family.  My mom and his siblings meant so much to him.  I am proud to be his daughter and to be able to share the wonderful memories of my dad.

Although I don't have children of my own, I can't imagine a dad or mom not wanting to be involved in their child's life.  Sadly, it is all too common in our nation.  Our society doesn't do enough in keeping families together.  Many parents are addicts and have other priorities in their life.  They don't realize and may never realize how important they are to their children. But there is hope.  Anyone can change if they are determined enough.

I believe we should cherish Every moment with the special people in our lives.  Life is too short to bicker and complain about the small things.  No one is perfect.  Some people learn through the mistakes and change but others continue on the path of destruction.  Whatever the case, cherish and make memories with those you love.

A Time to be Thankful ~ Day 12 Pets

Pets ~ Kita

I'm a huge dog lover!  I have had dogs and many other pets all my life.  I believe dogs, cats, and other pets are truly angels sent from above.  They love us unconditionally and will stay loyal to us to their death.  Just like us, they need love and attention on a daily basis.

I can't remember a time when my family and I didn't have a dog or cat.  Sometimes they came from out of no where and just showed up at our house.  Most came from other people.  I don't remember ever seeing a pet shop or an adoption agency in Eastern KY.  Hardly anyone could afford to "buy" a pet or pay for shots and other medical care.  

Unfortunately, many dogs and cats are dropped off in the middle of nowhere or near highways. These domestic animals are unable to fend for themselves.  Many starve to death or get run over.  Some dogs are chained up leaving them very little room to play, exercise, defend themselves from other animals, or simply go to the bathroom.

Kita in 2010

I am thankful for chain laws and other stricter laws for animal abuse. Seeing an owner abuse his animals means that he is likely to abuse the other people in his life.  I am thankful for animal rights groups like the ASPCA and other humane societies that help protect animals.

My dog Kita turned 15 this year.  She was just 6 months old when my cousin David took me to his friend's house to pick her up.  She was the tiniest one of all the puppies.  Most of her brothers and sisters didn't survive the attacks from the wild coyotes a few weeks later. I am so grateful I was able to get Kita before that happened.

Kita has seen the joys and struggles that I have been through these last 15 years.  She has laid by my side all the way.  In 2004, she got lost when I was on vacation in KY.  For 3 weeks I was devastated.  I thought I would never see her again.  Thankfully she found her way home.  She will hardly go outside now unless I am by her side.

This year she got a cataract in her right eye and can't see very well. Sometime last year she lost her hearing.  Every now and again, she has trouble walking but we both are hobbling along these days.  I know she won't live forever, but she will always be my angel.  I love my Kita!!

Take care of animals.  Report any Animal Abuse!

A Time to be Thankful ~ Day 11 Our Military

I see the American Flag flying high in the wind.  What an honor and glory it is to see to see the flag fly.  It reminds me of our freedom. We are so blessed to be living in a land where we are free to voice our opinion, a free to disagree, and to live in peace free from terrorists. None of this would be possible without our military, without those risking their lives on a daily basis. They choose to leave their families and protect our country.

Since the foundation of America, soldiers have continue to fight for peace not only for our country, but for millions of other lives in other countries.  What do they get in return? Not a whole lot these days.  Some get a small pension, a grave site if they are lucky, and discounts and freebies on Veteran's Day.  The honor and respect they deserve is long overdue.

My Grandpa and my Great Uncle served in WWII.  Even though they did not have big roles during the war, I am honored that they risked their life for our country.  After my Grandpa's death in 1999, my Uncle Andy was honored with the American Flag.  We buried my Grandpa in the Veteran's Memorial Cemetery here in Houston along with thousands of others who fought so bravely for this country. Some were killed in battle while others were blessed to live a life after the war.

Every Memorial Day, little American flags are place on each grave.  Their little waves in the wind remind me that everyone matters when it comes to having peace in our country.  Thank God for Our Military.  

Below is a beautiful poem that I found just in time for the Christmas.

Santa's Soldier

'Twas the night before Christmas
in a war over seas.
A soldier said a prayer
by his bed on his knees

He said "I don't wanna be here
but I can not leave.
Lord, please let my family
have a great Christmas Eve."

This soldier I speak of
will have Christmas alone.
All that he has
is a package from home.

Inside of the package
was a great surprise.
It was a picture of his family.
He wiped the tears from his eyes.

His wife left a note that said
'We are all alone.
The kids miss their daddy
please hurry back home.'

His six year old daughter
gave a teddy bear to her dad,
along with a note
that said 'This will help when you're sad.'

The soldier picked up his gun
and went back out to work.
And then he noticed a kid
that looked like he was hurt.

The soldier said,
"What's the matter kid, what is your bother? "
Yhe kid responded by saying
"They just shot my father."

The soldier said,
"I've got something for you, to make you less sad."
Then he pulled out a teddy bear and said,
"Let this remind you of your dad."

The soldier went on his way
to continue to fight
and said "Merry Christmas to all
and to all a good night."

~ Jake Vos

A Time to be Thankful ~ Day 10 Second Chances

2nd Chances

Back in late 2005, I got involved in a mortgage fraud scam.  I always dreamed of having my own home.  But with my credit and not enough income, that was something I knew was out of my realm.  Usually I am aware when something is too good to be true but sometimes others can persuade, fight, and manipulate us so much that we eventually give in. Their false promises are for their own gain.

The people who got me involved told me that they would do a quick turnaround on the house I bought.  However, what started off as 2 mortgages on one house snowballed into 3 houses with 6 mortgages!  After a couple of months, the people who got me involved soon became uncooperative once they got their money out of the deal.  My ex and I lived in one of the beautiful houses for nearly a year but I couldn't enjoy it since I was worried the entire time.

I found myself tangled up in a nightmare that I thought I would never get out of it.  With plenty of sleepless nights, unreturned calls, and lots of unpaid bills, somehow I managed to crawl my way out of the mess.  Naturally I had to foreclose on all the houses which probably added to the fall of the nation's housing market crash around this time. That year of worry and stress diminished my dream of ever having a home.

After many meetings with the Houston DA and several meetings with the FBI, the people who got me involved were caught and had to spend some time in jail.  My credit was ruined so much from all the defaults on the mortgage loans that I can't even get a gas card. I don't think Fingerhut would even give me credit! :) I am still getting calls from a couple of creditors.

After researching the IRS website about foreclosures, I was certain I would owe the IRS that year.  However, God helped me out of the mess.  In 2007, I got the biggest tax refund I had ever received.  I was shocked.  God had truly blessed me from my mess.

Since then,  I have been given a better life. Thank God I'm not who I use to be. Each day when I awake I thank God for giving me another day, another chance.

No longer do we have to beat ourselves up over mistakes we have made. No longer do we have to hold on to grudges or pain from our past.  Every day when we awake, we are  given a 2nd Chance all because Christ died and arose from the dead.  Be grateful for your 2nd Chance.

A Time to be Thankful ~ Day 9 My Mom

My Mom

Since my mom and I live so far apart, we only get to see each other once or twice a year.  We only talk a few times out of the month.  When we do talk, our conversations can last for hours! I am grateful and appreciate every moment and conversation that we have.

After my dad passed away, I grew closer to my mom.  Being close to her during those first few months was a relief.  We both were lost without him.  Losing a parent can bring a lot of fear and anxiety.  Spending time together seems a lot more important than it once did.  I have learned to go of the little things and just relish in every moment I can. 

I know life without my Dad isn't easy for my mom.  She is surrounded by many memories of him from the home he built, his belongings, and his family who have been so supportive and wonderful to her all these years.

Her life hasn't been the easiest.  She has severe scoliosis which affects her hips, back, and emotions.  I have seen her struggle through pain all my life. My mom isn't one to share her feelings much.  She doesn't sugar coat things and gets right to the point.  I can expect her honesty on anything and she always makes me laugh.

Living poor wasn't easy.  Being secluded in a holler, there was little we could do to escape from the hardship. My fondest memories was playing cards and boards games with my parents.  She helped me endure some tough times.

We may have had it hard, but we always had food to eat, a roof over our head, clothes on our back, and the bills somehow got paid.  I may not have had all the fancy things everyone else had but my mom did the best she could.  My mom's not the loving hugging type but I know she has and will always love and care for me. That's what matters the most.  Thanks MOM!  I Love you Lots! Thank your MOM today for doing what she could for you.

A Time to be Thankful ~ Day 8 Education

Education

I never dreamed I would be thankful for an education.  Sometimes we never realize how fortunate we are in America to even go to school.  As kids we don't take learning so serious.  It seems like such a bore.  We can't wait to get out of school.  We are in such a hurry to grow up that we don't understand that we have plenty of time to be grown ups.

I was really blessed to be able to go to Morehead State University (MSU) for Free -- all thanks to being poor and qualifying for KY grants!  I earned an Associate's Degree in Business but I wish I would have stayed longer.  I just couldn't wait to come to Texas and start a life. Geez. Sometimes I wish I could go back to my past life and kick myself! Doh!!

The years seems to have flew by since then. I never thought I would have an opportunity to go back to school or even care too.  However, a few years ago I started to take advantage of the education reimbursement that my company offers.  What a great deal! This December I will have an Associate's Degree in Psychology and plan to continue on.  I would like to earn my BA in Psychology but that would mean a career change.   I still plan to earn a BA in IT or anything else I can grab for now.  You are never to old to learn.  There are so many opportunities today to get an education.  Grab all you can for knowledge is power.  Any education or degree is better than none.  KEEP Learning!!

A Time to be be Thankful ~ Day 7 The Past

The Past

I awoke today with sadness, anxiety, and disappointment.  I wasn't happy with the results of our Presidential Election.  I was praying for some "hope" and "change" of my own.  My immediate thought was of those in KY.  My heart goes out to the many miners and their families of Eastern KY. What's in store for the future?

Since July, many of the coal mines in Eastern KY have been shut down because of very strict EPA laws and the push for cleaner energy.  I'm all for helping the environment and going "green" but not at the cost of destroying peoples' lives who have no other job opportunities. What will happen if more coal mines are shut down? What happens to the people who depend on coal to heat with during the winter? How are they to find jobs with very limited opportunities? Those of us making a living these days already have it difficult.  I can't imagine even higher food, energy, and gas bills.

I can recall so many struggles that my parents endured.  My dad had a few odds jobs.  Finding a good job in Eastern KY was scarce even back then.  You were very lucky if you could even get a job at the coal mines. The coal companies pay very well.  Sometimes you had to have connections to get on at the mines. For awhile, my dad worked for a small mine until they went bankrupt and moved elsewhere.  Finding a job and making ends meet was always hard. Nothing came easy. Everything seemed to be a struggle which is one of the reasons I moved away.

I love and miss Eastern KY.  I wish I could move back. Unfortunately, a good job, good benefits,  (and a few other things) keep me grounded to Houston.  Although the past was hard, I am grateful that it taught me a greater appreciation for the smaller things.  Going through those tough times allows me to be thankful that I have moved on from that place.  I am not as insecure as I once was.  My mind has matured. What use to be so important seems almost laughable to me.  

What's ahead for us? Will we still be struggling to get by? I suppose I take lessons from my friend Susan.  No matter what health issues attack her, she stays focused and keeps forging ahead.  We can too.  We just can't sit and whine about the problem.  Why ponder on the negative? Do what you have to do.  Forgive our past, forgive our enemies, and focus on the path ahead, one step at a time.

A Time to be Thankful ~ Day 6 Freedom to Vote

Freedom to Vote

I am so very glad that the Presidential Election Time is here again! It didn’t come fast enough for me. I did my part a few weeks ago.  Standing there, in a long line shivering in the breezy cold wind, gave me a sense of pride and a connection with others shivering with me.   

Regardless of our political stance, we all were standing together, united, and ready to cast our early vote.  It was amazing to see these strangers, different genders, races, and who knows what other backgrounds, stand with me.  I imagine that this was what our forefathers had intended – to unite people together, regardless of their background, and voice their opinions.  This is why we are America.

I may not agree on the leadership and the state of our country.  There are a lot of things about our society that troubles me that I could write Many posts about. Whatever the case, I am still proud to be an American woman who relished in the chance to vote.  I am proud that I can share my beliefs and opinions openly so far without the fear of being persecuted. Many times I groan and moan about where our country is headed but I am so thankful for our freedom.  We have lots of freedom and rights that we don’t really realize or appreciate.  We are very lucky compared to most.  Things could be a lot better but things could be a lot worse too.

I am not sure what our future holds.  Regardless who wins the Presidential Election, there will always be One God.  I am glad I am His.  Today I am thankful that Americans get the right to vote.  Even if you don’t think your vote matters, vote anyway. Take advantage of having that right.