Thursday, October 30, 2008

Happy Birthday Chicken!

This is a day in my life that I will never forget.
A true Blessing of God.
The Birth of my first grandchild.
11 years later I still recall that morning and Praise God for His miracle of life.
Let me explain.
Mackenzie Lydia May Fair was due December 8th 1997
Liane had become (overnight) highly toxemic, what we thought were labor pains was actually her liver shutting down.
Her blood pressure was 210/172 and her body was not recognizable over the swelling.
Drs. immediately decided to deliver Mackenzie to save the life of my daughter.
Their fear was she would not only siezure but also have a stroke and yes possibly die.
A mothers worse nightmare
but through prayer and begging the Lord to save my daughter and grandchild ,He gave us the most wonderful Doctor and Nurses.
In the wee hours of the morning Mackenzie was born weighing 4lbs 7ounces.and 18 inches long.
She was just a little squab hence my nickname for her Chicken.
Thankyou Lord for the miracle of life.
Happy Birthday Mackenzie
Grandma loves you.
Footnote: Little Miss Mackenzie is now taller than me and wearing a womans size 9 shoe.
When God does things big he really goes all out.
Good job Lord! She's perfect.

Monday, October 27, 2008

Happy Hallowed Be His Name

'What is it like to be a Christian?'
'It is like being a pumpkin.'
God picks you from the patch, brings you in, and washes all the dirt off of you.
Then He cuts off the top and scoops out all the yucky stuff.
He removes the seeds of doubt, hate, and greed.
Then He carves you a new smiling face and puts His light inside of you to shine for all the world to see.'

Happy Hallowed Be His Name

Sunday, October 19, 2008


A little girl was running late for Sunday school
She was praying as she ran
"Jesus please help me not to be late"
As she ran she kept repeating this
"Jesus pleeeeeze don't let me be late for Sunday school"
Suddenly she fell and tore her sunday dress and ripped her leotards,her knees were skinned and bleeding.
She got up and brushed herself off and began to run again
She arrived right on time and looked up and said

"Thankyou Jesus but next time please don't push me so hard"
Sometimes Jesus can push us hard to become closer to him.
This morning when I awoke,after a long night spent in the past, I asked the Lord if he could kick my ass in church today. Yep I did!
Ask and you shall receive.
Today I skinned my knees.
and boy did it hurt but He kissed my wounds and is healing them.
His healing came through truth spoken through our passionate Pastor Kevin and Pastor Shari.
A wounded heart can become infected with chains of bondage. With OUR own process of healing we can imbed the chains and create more infection.
Have you ever been running to God but don't seem to be getting any closer?
Have you ever wanted your wound of bondage healed but were afraid of the pain of healing,because the 1st pain you have learned to endure?
Knowing that, to open an old wound for cleansing may just be extremely painful,more painful then the original wound.
The Lords medicine, Truth hurts but is well worth it.
You just have to be willing
I think I have just matured if only to a teen.
Looking forward to growing from childhood in Christ to full maturity.
Notice the little girl didn't like the severity of the push but thanked Him anyway.
Thanks for the Boot Lord and the great catch after the fall.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

An Oldie but a Goodie

One evening, an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside all people. He said, "My son, the battle is between the two 'wolves' inside us all. One wolf is Evil: It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority and ego.The other wolf is Good: It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth and compassion."The boy thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: "Which wolf wins?" The old man simply replied, "The one you feed."

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

An email from my Daughter

This is an email sent to me from my daughter.
Some of you may not be aware that I have two grandchildren with Autism/Aspergers.
There are days when I am not even aware because I am not in the daily battle.
I am Grandma. I visit,I spoil, I just love them.
I don't notice because they are my grandchildren and their funny little ways are just them.
My battle comes when my daughter cries and my ability to fix her pain is out of my control as a mother.
So I pray and love.
However this email reminded me of the battle, of not only my daughter and her husband on a daily basis but the battle of all parents who's children are autistic.

The green writing is her comments.

If given the opportunity I suggest you rent Autism the Musical.

It is a brilliant documentary. You will laugh and you will cry.

These children are a Gift from God

and I thank Him daily for our blessings.


Allow me to introduce myself to you. My name is Autism.

Perhaps you know me or know of me. I am a condition, a "disorder" that affects many people.

I strike at will, when and where I want. Unlike Downs Syndrome or other birth "defects," I leave no marks on those I strike.

In fact, I pride myself on the ability to infiltrate a child’s life, while leaving him or her strikingly handsome.

Many people may not even know that I am there. They blame the child for what I cause him or her to do.

I am Autism and I do as I please.

I am Autism. I strike boys and girls, infants and toddlers. I find my best victims to be boys around the age of 2, but any child will do.

I like children and they are always the true victims, though I take hostage the others in the child's family as well.

It is a bit like getting two for the price of one. I affect one child and infect the entire family.

I am Autism.

I strike rich and poor alike. The rich combat me with education and therapy. The poor shut their children away and cannot afford to fight me.

I am able to win in the lives of poor children more than I am of the wealthy, but I will try to take root anywhere.

I am Autism. I am an equal opportunity disorder. I like whites, blacks, Mexicans, Ukrainians, Russians, Poles, Slavs, Japanese, Koreans and Fins. In fact, I strike everywhere on earth. I know no geographical bounds.

I am Autism. I do not discriminate based upon religion either.

I strike Jews and Christians, Muslims and Buddhists, Atheists and Agnostics, Hindus and Rastafarians.

I do not care what religion a person is or what beliefs he may hold. When I strike, there will be little time for any of that anyway. When they find me, they will question everything they believe in, so why would I strike any one group?

I have affected followers of every religion on the planet.

I am Autism and I am strong and getting stronger every year, every month, every day, every minute, and every second.

I am concerned that money might be allotted to combat me, my takeover of children, but so far I have little to fear. Some countries, like Kuwait, are spending quite a bit of money to assist those who I have targeted and some, like the United States, would rather spend money on such ludicrous things as discovering the number of American Indians who practice voodoo, as opposed to combating me.

In an atmosphere as that, I can flourish and wreck havoc at will. In places such as that, I rub my hands with glee at the problem I can cause to children, families and to the society at large.

I am Autism.

When I come, I come to stay. I take the dreams and hopes of every parent and trample them with glee. I see the fear and confusion in the eyes of my victims and I see the formation of wrinkles, worries and ulcers and the pain on the face of their parents.

I see the embarrassment their child causes because of me and the parents unsuccessful attempt to hide their child and, me.

I see tears and the parents cry and feel the tears of their child.

I am Autism.

I leave sorrow in my wake.

I am Autism.

I take and give nothing but bewilderment and loathing in return. I take speech and learning, I take socialization and understanding. I take away "common sense" and if I am allowed to flourish, I take away all but their physical life.

I am Autism.

I fear nothing except courage, which I thankfully see little of. I fear those who take a stand against me and attempt to fight me and bring others into the fight as well. I fear those who try to make it safe and easier for my victims in the community, and their families. I fear those who push ahead, despite the fact that I am in tow. I fear the day that I will be eradicated from the planet.

Yet, I do not fear too much right now.

There is no need.

I am Autism and I bet you know me or know of me.

If you don't, you probably will soon. I am marching forward faster than I ever have before. I am looking for new children all the time. I dread the day I will be looked on with pity, or worse yet, understanding, for that day, is the day I will begin to die. But, I don't think that will happen for a long long time though, do you?

In the meantime, I prowl onward, looking to cause pain and suffering wherever I go. I have so much work to do and thankfully, no one is stopping me.

Hello my name is Autism.

Perhaps you know me or know of me..................

I saw this and thought everyone might like to read this. I thought it was so sad, but it's the truth. We deal with this every single day, but we are so blessed to have such magnificent children. We could all learn something from these children, my children. So if you ever decide to help out for a cause, maybe this will be the one you think of. Spreading awareness is just one of the many things we can do to help.

Please be aware that autism is everywhere in all shapes and sizes. So next time your at the supermarket or the toy store and you see a child struggling, give the parents an encouraging smile instead of a look in disgust, because you have no idea what could be going on with that family or child. Not everyone has thick leather skin all the time, not even me!! LOL


Friday, October 3, 2008

The Passing of Common Sense

'Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.

He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:

Knowing when to come in out of the rain;

Why the early bird gets the worm;

Life isn't always fair;

and maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place.

Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate;

teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch;

and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.

It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an Elastoplast to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realise that a steaming cup of coffee was hot.

She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust;

hiswife, Discretion;

along with his daughter and son, Responsibility and Reason.

He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers;

I Know My Rights,

I Want It Now,

Someone Else Is To Blame,

and I'm A Victim.

Not many attended his funeral because so few realised he was gone.

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