Holy Tornado

To see the soul of your comrade listen carefully to his music.

Monday, February 28, 2005

At My Feet

I found this on Patty-Jo's blog. It looks like fun. Try it.

bold the states you've been to, underline the states you've lived in and italicize the state you're in now...
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Friday, February 25, 2005

18 More Days

I'm sure we have all heard the news.
So Greer is now giving the Shindler's 18 more days to try and save their daughter's life.
It is looking more and more to me like this judge is a sadistic man who enjoys playing games with people's minds and lives. He says he is growing 'tired' of the never-ending proceedings in this case. If he had handled it properly in the first place he wouldn't be. The judge is tired? Give me a break! Why doesn't he simply step down and let a new judge handle Terri's case?
And what about Terri's family. I can't imagine the hell they have lived through since this all started. God help and strengthen those dear people.
I am encouraged that the AFA is now involved.
Dr. Dobson was on TV last night and he gave a good voice to the case. I was so proud of him!! He spoke like the true Christian Gentleman he is, stating the facts as we all know them, without mincing words. I hope millions heard him and will take action as we have.
Hope? Yes. As long as Terri has breath, there is hope.
Please pray for her and her family. And yes, for all involved.

Tuesday, February 08, 2005

The Promise Of Spring

The north wind howls through the frozen trees, where little furry and feathered friends hidden deep in the branches, huddle close together trying to draw warmth from one another. There is no excited chattering, no happy chirping. Cold and hungry, but they don’t give up. They cling to life.
They remember the promise.

Snow and ice cover the earth, the teasing sun long hidden behind angry clouds, makes an occasional brief appearance, then, disappears with a smile.
The trees sway helplessly as the powerful wind whips at their branches in delight.
They struggle to stay rooted. They fight the good fight.
They remember the promise.

Old man winter screams his threats. We hear as he roars, and tries to rearrange the earth.
We put another log on the fire, and sip hot tea as we watch out the window, smiling at his foolery.
The snowflakes skitter across the lawn, sparkling as diamonds against the frozen grasses.
The seed catalogs have come. We make a list of the new flower seeds for this year’s garden.
Recalling the song of the birds, and the caress of warm soil on our hands.
We remember the promise.