Thursday, July 30, 2009

I've Arrived!

Right now I am in the lobby of the Sheraton Hotel in Charlotte, North Carolina. Bill and I left the house this morning at 4 am to make it to the airport on time. Needless to say,I am VERY tired and I am now ready to call it a day. Here are a few of my highlights:


  • I was amazed at how busy the airport is at 5 am! The security line was long and slow.

  • I had every intention of checking by bags. When I found out the charges, I decided not to check anything...DUMB idea!! As I stood in line, I realized my hairspray would not pass inspection, so I had to throw it away. Next, I had to rummage through my suitcase to find my liquids and prove that they were in a ziplock bag. The clincher came when I overheard the inspector stop my bag, intently squint at his x-ray screen,, and ask (LOUDLY!!) who it belonged to...oh, GREAT!!! One of his buddies took me to the end of the table and asked me if I had a scissors (!!!!)in my luggage. Guilty as charged. Why, you ask? Well, it seemed like a good idea when I was packing. I didn't want to buy a short-sleeved white shirt, but I wasn't quite ready to slice off the sleeves at home, so I tucked my scissors in my bag. Not just any scissors, mind you. There were top quality scissors that my mom gave me, that I only took out to use on sewing projects. To see them in the hands of a security guard at 5 am was not fun or funny. They were discarding a part of my inheritance from my mother!! But now, alas, I like to think that my scissors and hairspray are together, "in a better place", as they say.

  • I picked up my rental car and it is the exact color and model that my sister drives.

Tomorrow I drive to Concord, about 30 minutes from here. This is where the convention will be held and I'm really anticipating all God is ready to teach me! Hope I can sleep ok without my scissors! More later...HUGS!

Saturday, July 25, 2009

A New Day

I LOVE new days! The past is the past and there's a brand new clean slate to write on! While I have been under a lot of stress recently - trying to figure out what to do about having no jobs and no money coming in to pay the bills - I have constantly been reminded, through family and friends, that I am right where God wants me to be. This is how one friend stated it:

Your feelings are normal. You are right where He wants you to be...in a place of needing Him. The moment we think we have it all together is the exact moment we take our eyes off of Him.

So true! So, today I am going to practice silencing the jabs from the devil
(You're going down, girlfriend! Where's your so-called "God" now? Huh? Huh?) and focusing on the voice of God and His promises!
And I'm also counting the days until the She Speaks conference! One week from today I will be surrounded by women that all have the same desire in their hearts that I have had in mine for so, so many years. I am hitting the Psalms hard and heavy as I prepare and I'm amazed and thankful that HE Speaks (and that HAS to come before SHE Speaks! Do I hear an AMEN!!???)
So...I'm joyfully off to see what God has in store for me today! Hugs!

Friday, July 24, 2009

Peace, Be Still

Our little boat is taking on water. This post is going to allow me to vent (remember, this blog began as a way to work through my"stuff"), so some of you may want to come back to the blog another day.
Bill and I are literally sinking. We face a good chance of losing everything that we make monthly payments on. It kind of feels like we are swimming in shark infested water. The people that we owe money to seem to be coming in for the kill.
I know we have made BIG mistakes. Neither Bill nor I have ever been good or knowledgeable when it comes to money. I say this because I don't want to place blame where it shouldn't be placed.
Right now we are facing a different kind of Katrina. And these winds and waves feel just as devastating, if not more so. I remember in one of the cards we received after Katrina, by cousin Carole wrote these simple words, "The winds and the waves still obey His will." That's what I'm clinging to. God has us in a storm right now, but we aren't in it alone. We have lifejackets on and we trust our Captain. What we do need, however, are prayers from the saints. If you would, could you ask God to give us His wisdom and strength to go through what we must go through because we have no jobs.
Imagine my delight when I opened my devotional this morning. God knew exactly what I needed to face another day. It's written by Max Lucado (one of my favorite authors because of his simplistic style and vivid word-pictures. I think I try to emulate him in my writing style!)
In God We (Nearly) Trust by Max Lucado

A few days before our wedding, Denalyn and I enjoyed and endured a sailing voyage. Milt, a Miami church friend, had invited Denalyn, her mom, and me to join him and a few others on a leisurely cruise along the Florida coast.

Initially it was just that. Leisure. We stretched out on cushions, hung feet over the side, caught some zzz's and rays. Nice.

But then came the storm. The sky darkened, the rain started, and the flat ocean humped like a dragon's neck. Sudden waves of water tilted the vessel up until we saw nothing but sky and then downward until we saw nothing but blue. I learned this about sailing: there is nothing swell about a swell. Tanning stopped. Napping ceased. Eyes turned first to the thunderclouds, then to the captain. We looked to Milt.
He was deliberate and decisive. He told some people where to sit, others what to do, and all of us to hang on. And we did what he said. Why? We knew he knew best. No one else knew the difference between starboard and stern. Only Milt did. We trusted him. We knew he knew.
And we knew we didn't.
Prior to the winds, we might have boasted about Boy Scout merit badges in sailing or bass-boat excursions. But once the storm hit, we shut up. (Except for Denalyn, who threw up.) We had no choice but to trust Milt. He knew what we didn't--and he cared. The vessel was captained, not by a hireling or a stranger, but by a pal. Our safety mattered to him. So we trusted him.

Oh, that the choice were equally easy in life. Need I remind you about your westerly winds? With the speed of lightning and the force of a thunderclap, williwaws anger tranquil waters. Victims of sudden storms populate unemployment lines and ICU wards. You know the winds. You've felt the waves. Good-bye, smooth sailing. Hello, rough waters.

Such typhoons test our trust in the Captain. Does God know what he is doing? Can he get us out? Why did he allow the storm?
Can you say about God what I said about Milt? I know God knows what's best. I know I don't. I know he cares.

Such words come easily when the water is calm. But when you're looking at a wrecked car or a suspicious-looking mole, when war breaks out or thieves break in, do you trust him?

To embrace God's sovereignty is to drink from the well of his lordship and make a sailboat-in-the-storm decision. Not in regard to Milt and the sea, but in regard to God and life. You look toward the Captain and resolve: he knows what's best.
Thank you in advance for lifting Bill and I up in prayer. Love you all...

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Three Sisters

Today is my sister's birthday. Happy Birthday, Karen! When we buy cards for each other, we have fun trying to out-do one another trying to find a card that has three of something on it. Usually it's a card with three old ladies on the front, and then we go one step further and label each face on the card. Well, in that tradition, I tried to find random pictures of "threes", and not one of them will be of three old ladies. This year your gift, Kare, will be that you can label the pictures all by yourself!! Whooppee!!! I have no idea how this will turn out, so here goes nothing.....


Whoops! Wrong kind of "sisters"! But you're the one hiking up your dress...you've always had great legs!



Here we are as flowers...cute and colorful!

And as we get older, we have sarted to look alike...
we all have "stress highlights" and smile lines!


And ever since you made me all those clothes for my Miss Revlon doll, I have had an eye for fashion! And shopping with sisters is so much fun!



Dad not only brought us to the car shows, he also decked each of us out in some pretty nice cars!


Yeah, there have been times when we have "bugged" each other, but not for long.



And we've had plenty of times when we've just "monkeyed" around!


We sound pretty good when we sing together!


Um, how did they get in here???


We've never smoked together(if we did, wouldn't this be the perfect brand for us?), but our husbands think we're still "smokin' "!!!


And when one of us hurts, we all feel (and share) the pain!

That's the power of three!!!

Happy, happy birthday. And thanks for being such a wonderful sister.
Love you! #3




Wednesday, July 22, 2009

When Life Hands You Lemons...


Hi, friends! Anyone thirsty? Bill and I are busy making lemonade (if you catch my drift!).
Seriously, we woke up with a jolt. Bill's cell phone went off very early. We did the "Manic Dance", desperate to find where the phone was and equally desperate to find out who was calling. Why don't we get it? Why don't we just leave our phones on the night stand next to the bed? No, that we be too easy! We like the thrill of the chase!
We were too late to answer, but thankfully the caller left a voice message.
It was a call from the Navy in Virginia. She interviewed Bill over the phone and asked if she could submit his name to see if it will pass security clearance. Yes!!!!! Now, we patiently wait to see what the next step will be....
Oh, and tonight, just for fun, I'm going to place his phone beside him, on the night stand, after he is asleep.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Blessed Assurance

Today I dusted off the gloom and went to Bible Study. We are working our way through a book entitled Assured by God. Each chapter is authored by a brilliant writer of the Reformed persuasion. Men like Sinclair Ferguson, Jerry Bridges, and R.C. Sproul. It was a wonderful time spent discussing the importance of assurance in the believer's life. Afterwards we had a wonderful brunch at the Egg and I. I was enriched by food for my soul as well as food for my body. Many of the women gave me good ideas on places to seek out teaching jobs, and for that I am also thankful.
When I woke up this morning, about the last place in the world that I wanted to be was surrounded by people. When I'm stressed, I tend to close down and retreat. I'm so glad God gave me His strength to push those feelings aside this morning and just go, whether I felt like it or not.
No job prospects that we know of, but Bill keeps sending out resumes on a daily basis. For now, we are asking God to enable us to focus on all we have to be thankful for and to trust in His ability to meet our needs.

Monday, July 20, 2009

Journaling and Helen

Today I ran across this book written by Helen Cepero. The name didn't ring a bell until I looked a little deeper. I was holding in my hands a book written by a fellow grad from TCC. I knew her as Helen Harmelink. In fact, Helen and I sang in choir together and even roomed together on a trip the choir made to Denver. I just started reading this book, but what I have read is excellent. Her first chapter challenge was a real encouragement to me today. This is what happened:
Bill woke up and hit the computer, feverishly looking for any new job leads. While he did that, I decided to make a call to the family that I have been working for this past year. Every morning I work with their 18 year old son and teach him classes that will aid him in obtaining his GED. There are 5 areas of testing on the GED test, and he has successfully passed two of the five. He took a break for the summer and we were to begin class this week. The only catch was, I never heard back from them. Well, I was feeling horribly desperate this morning. No job in sight for Bill coupled with the surprise that he can not apply for Unemployment Benefits because he has been working as an independent contractor shook my sense of security. That's when I decided to pick up the phone and find out when I could begin teaching again in an effort to try to earn some money to keep us afloat. To my horror, I was told that they didn't know when I could start work because my student's father's work was just terminated. I felt lower that a worm's belt buckle!
Enter, Helen's book. In the opening chapter she compares journaling to the experience of panning for gold. "Buried in the stuff of our lives, underneath the running current of daily activities, lies the treasure, if only we are willing to risk looking and seeking."
At this moment, I just don't see the gold. Things appear to be rather hopeless right now. I know God is with me. I know He has a plan. I know that He will provide for us, but quite honestly, I sort of feel like Peter when he took his eyes off of Jesus. One moment he was walking on the water, and the next moment he began to sink. I'm in sinking mode right now. But I'm NOT going to give up...I'm going to keep looking for the gold.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Poems

Ah, poetry. I have always loved poems. I remember my first stirrings toward my love of all things "Language Arts" came during a poetry assignment in 9th grade. I threw myself into that project, heart and soul, as I pored over both the poems and the poets. We also had to memorize and publicly recite a poem and I still to this day can recite, Stopping by a Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost.
Then came college and my English hero, Dr. Geerda Bos. I loved explicating poetry for her class, if for nothing more but the sheer, selfish joy of receiving an "A+" and "Job Well Done" from the woman that I felt "hung the moon" when it came to the teaching of English.
Today, for reasons unknown, I recalled this poem. It's one by George Eliot. "George" was not a man, just a pen name. Her real name was Mary Evans (I think). She lived in England during the Victorian Era and lived quite, shall we say, an "interesting" life for women of that time. In fact, a lot of well-known people from England had the honor of being buried in Westminster Abbey. At her death, however, it was decided that she had "pushed the envelope" a tad too far during her lifetime, so she couldn't be buried there. Somehow, I don't think "George" would have minded; quite the contrary...she's probably buried with a huge smile on her face! Well class, enough of my lecture for today (can you tell I'm a frustrated English teacher in search of a classroom?). Here's some poetry by George:
If you sit down at set of sun
And count the acts that you have done,
And, counting, find
One self-denying deed, one word
That eased the heart of him who heard,
One glance most kind
That fell like sunshine where it went
Then you may count that day well spent.
But if, through all the livelong day,
You've cheered no heart, by yea or nay
If, through it all
You've nothing done that you can trace
That brought the sunshine to one face
No act most small
That helped some soul and nothing cost
Then count that day as worse than lost.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Nine Friends and A Pool

Yesterday I had so much fun. My friend Anna and her eight (yes, I said
E I G H T ! ) children came over and we spent a good bit of the day in the pool. Kate Gosselin needs to witness Anna in action...she handles all the children with such patience and ease - no fussing and yelling like you hear on Jon and Kate Plus Eight. She assigned each child a "Buddy" that they are responsible for. She even had special time in the pool with each of the children; whether they were on the slides or in the shallow kiddies pool, she made time for each one. And the children are so polite and well-behaved. I'm telling you, she is one wonderful Mom! As we piled in the van to go home, she asked Emma to give her a head count before she left the parking lot. She let her 4 year old have a sleep over at Miss Joyce's. I'm telling you, she is just the "diversion" Bill and I need right now. Mikalah's got such spunk and her mega-watt smile can light up a room.
We took her to McDonald's for supper and then took a brief trip to the mall. Mr. Bill was sweet-talked into taking a train ride at the mall. I wish I had a video of him trying to fit himself inside of the train car. It kind of reminded me of the circus and you wonder how so many clowns can fit into such a little car.

Then it was on to the house to make a tent and play with Elise's Beanie Babies. She finally fell asleep in my arms while watching Strawberry Shortcake, only to wake up again when Mr. Bill carried her to bed. She had to make sure that I would sleep with her.

This morning we took a trip to the the beauty parlor! Miss Bridgette washed and braided her hair. I think all the ladies were trying to figure out who I was, why I had this cute little girl with me and probably laughing at me that I didn't have a clue what to do with her hair. Anyway, she once again charmed the socks off of everyone.

Here's a few of the things we did:






Giving her best fiend, Mr. Bill, plenty of hugs.

Striking a pose in front of her tent.

Wondering when the rain will stop.


Just bein' cute!



Deciding it is WAY too hot to play outside with the dog!!!

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Diversion and on to More Joyful Things

I received two wonderful comments to yesterday's blog entry. I sure love to receive comments. They motivate me. Anonymous reminded me that, thankfully, days like yesterday don't last forever. Alice, my friend from Amsterdam, reminded me of the importance of diversion.


Quite honestly, I haven't had much diversion in my life lately. My students are on vacation, so I'm not working right now. I've never been the "Domestic Diva" type, so washing and dusting doesn't get me too excited. I have been doing a lot of reading on various topics, and that has been enlightening. I have two goals for this summer, however.



  • One is to get involved with hospice care. I know I would enjoy being of help to families that are going through the trauma of dealing with a terminal illness. Hospice was so comforting to our family during my father's illness and I would love to extend that same kind of help and hope to other families.


  • My second goal is for Bill and I to visit the rehabilitation center in San Antonio where many of our service men and women are taken if they have been injured. It seems the least we can do for these young heroes that have endured so much.

And my new diversion for this evening is to begin reading my husband's book. Bill loves to write and he has actually published a book entitled, Planets, Ages, and Empires. I haven't read it at all, mostly because he is way too much of an intellect for me. I tried once, but couldn't understand the thesis, so I sort of gave up. Anyway, reading his book would really encourage him right now. He's usually a very upbeat, positive, "glass half full" kind of guy, but I can tell that not working is beginning to take its toll on him. And reading his book may give me more things to write on this blog, and then YOU will want to go to Amazon and buy the book, and then he will become a rich and famous author and will finally be able to retire! YEAH!!


Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Good Ol' John Calvin

Today I was really off. I had such a strange headache and I felt like the burdens of the whole world somehow found their way to my shoulders. I tried to take a nap and sleep away my headache, which worked for a while but now it seems to be coming back. The weight of the world, however, is still very present. Have you ever had one of these days? It's the kind of day when everything seems so dismal and black and thoughts range from, "I can't do anything right!" to "I'm getting no where with this stupid diet. I need a Snickers!" to "Why do I even waste my time blah blah blahing on that stupid blog?" Get the idea? Everything seemed kind of bleak.
God brought a quote to me a few moments ago that helped me to adjust the lens of my life's camera, and things slowly came back into focus. Here is the quote: Whenever the Lord gives a command, many things are perpetually occurring to enfeeble our purpose: means fail, we are destitute of counsel, all avenues seem to be closed. In such straits, the only remedy against despondency is to leave the event to God, in order that He may open a way for us when there is none. For as we act unjustly towards God, when we hope for nothing from Him but what our senses perceive, so we pay Him the highest honor, when, in affairs of perplexity, we nevertheless entirely acquiesce in His providence.- John Calvin
Despondent...that's a great way to describe my spirit today. I was getting down about all the things I can't control in my life. Things like my husband being out of work, or not being able to do a speaking presentation at the conference. I need to "acquiesce"...isn't that a great word?! Time to once again "turn my eyes upon Jesus" and focus on the ONE who has everything under control!

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Gringos, Racist Cats, and Other Observations

Life with an autistic son has had its painful moments - trust me on that one!- but it has also been a joyful experience as well. Bill and I both agree that David is one precious son, and seeing life through his eyes can be puzzling, but mostly funny. David has a wicked sense of humor. Take today, for example. We were driving past a bunch of restaurants when we spotted a big "Now Open" sign. The name of the restaurant is "Gringos" and it serves TexMex food. David took one look at the name and said, "How can people get away with a name like THAT is this day and age??!!! How would they like it if we opened a restaurant and named it 'Wetbacks'"?
And speaking of seeing life through another's eyes, it also happened to me on Sunday when we once again enjoyed having Mikalah at our house for the afternoon. She is a vibrant African American 4 year old. She told her mother all about our cat and dog, but she concluded that our cat, Bella, "Doesn't like black people!" In reality, our cat doesn't like white people either!
When we came home from church, Mikalah and I had "rest time", and I ended up falling asleep. I woke up to overhear her ask Bill, "Is your Mommy ever going to wake up?"
And one final thought as I conclude for the day: please pray that I will be taken off the waiting list for the She Speaks conference and be able to be placed in an evaluation group for speakers. I just read today that there were 300 women on the waiting list to attend the conference! I'm so joyfully thankful that I am able to attend, and it would be icing on the cake to be able to do a presentation and be evaluated. For those of you that want to know more about this conference and read about what some of the attendees are commenting about, you may want to check out this blog: http://lysaterkeurst.blogspot.com
"We have the idea that we can dedicate our gifts to God. However, you cannot dedicate what is not yours. There is only one thing that you can dedicate to God, and that is your right to yourself. If you will give God your right to yourself, He will make a holy experiment out of you -and His experiments always succeed." Oswald Chambers

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Memories of Bette



This week, during an interview on the Today Show, a reporter was broadcasting outside of Forest Lawn Cemetery in Hollywood Hills. The press was trying to figure out if this would be Michael Jackson's final resting place (as if it's any interest of ours!). The reporter said something like, "If this is where he will be laid to rest, he will be in impressive company. Marilyn Monroe, Betty White, Lucille Ball, Telly Savalas, William Conrad, Buster Keaton, Liberace, Freddie Prinze, and Ed McMahon are just a few of the many celebrities that are buried here." Meredith Viera thanked the reporter but added, "I think Betty White would want us all to know that she is still alive and well. I think you meant to say Bette Davis." I wish You Tube had that blooper...

Speaking of Bette Davis, this morning I saw an old movie of hers, Hush, Hush Sweet Charlotte. It's a black and white mystery/ horror movie about a misunderstood spinster. The only reason I know anything about it is that I once had to write a report about this movie. That's right, I had to write a report about this movie for my dad!!! Way back in the summer of 1966, we were at our summer cottage. Bobby Bromley was head-over-heels for my best friend, Sheila Norris. Bobby wanted to take Sheila on a date, to a movie. The problem was, the only place that showed movies in Baldwin, Michigan was a drive-in. Sheila's parents would only allow her to go to the drive-in if her sisters and I went with her. And I was only allowed to go to the drive-in if I wrote a report about the movie we saw. So off we went, Bobby and Sheila in the front seat, while Sara, Kathy and I (with notebook firmly planted on my lap!)were smushed in the back. Wow! Have things changed! And kids think they have it bad today!

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Answered Prayer


Why am I shocked when God answers a specific prayer request? Is it that I doubt that He can do what I've asked? Is it because I feel undeserving of an answer from Him? I'm sure this question has many answers, but the bottom line is, today I am a daughter of the King that feels very loved by her heavenly Father. I have had a prayer answered very specifically - a fervent prayer that I have pleaded with God to answer. I had no idea why He didn't answer this prayer right away and with an overwhelming "YES!"


I've always loved Jeremiah 29:11. It was a verse my dad shared with many people during his later years. Today, however, it has taken on new meaning for this battle-weary believer. Thank you, Father, for Your gift of H O P E!

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Mikalah and Grace

Today I had a delightful day with two precious sisters, Mikalah and Grace. Here are a few of the things that we did:





Getting ready to watch Curious George
Discovering a new game at Chuck E Cheese

Taking time out for a bite of pizza and a drink


Drying off after a dip in the pool




Finishing the day off with a popsicle









Gone Too Soon

Ok, I will now publicly tell you that I spent yesterday afternoon in tears. I can almost hear the sneers of those that disagree with me, but I was genuinely saddened by the unexpected death of Michael Jackson. I know what many of you are thinking...has she completely gone off the deep end? My husband and son both thought I had. They came home to find me superglued to the tv, curled up with a stack of napkins, and boohooing as I witnessed the memorial service for MJ. Bill and David tried to pry me lose with their best tactics. They tried to entice me out of the chair with promises of a shopping trip to the Galleria (desperate times call for desperate measures!). All to no avail. I was completely caught up with this family and their grief.
Not at first. At first I was synical. The choir began singing a favorite gospel song of my father, "Soon and Very Soon, We Are Going to See the King". I started to snicker, thinking of the double meaning of "King"...were they thinking of God or Michael Jackson, the "King of Pop"?
But as the service continued,I found my heart feeling pain for Michael's mother and for the three children. And then, when Paris spoke at the end of the service and referred to this pop icon as "Daddy", I lost it.
I feel kind of funny admitting this on the blog, because I know a lot of you have disgust for this man. But yesterday, my reality was sadness for this creative, albeit tormented, man and the way his creative genius twisted and distorted him and the direction of his life.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Gifts of Grace


Presents! Gifts! I don't care how old you get, it's still fun to receive a present. The Bible says it's better to give than to receive. The Bible also reminds us that God loves a cheerful GIVER. As we get older, it really does become fun to be able to give gifts...maybe just to give a gift to your grandchild for no other reason than that you are head-over-heels crazy about them. I think, however, that if we are honest, it still is fun to be on the receiving end.
I want to share with you the humbling experience that I had this week to be the recipient of an unexpected gift. As I shared with you a few days ago, a friend offered me an airline ticket which would enable me to attend the She Speaks conference in North Carolina. Well, when he looked into ticket information it became a little more complicated than he had anticipated. It involved me staying one day earlier and one day later than I had planned. This friend went the extra mile and gifted me with a hotel room AND a rental car. I was dumbfounded!! How do say thank you for all of that kindness?? It was very humbling. It also taught me something about gifts and giving and grace. All I can say right now is that it is very humbling to receive a gift of grace...a gift that you know you don't deserve...a gift that you receive with no strings attached.
My friend, the giver, has been a reflection of Christ to me. He has modeled for me the correct way to give a gift...graciously. Thank you, friend. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Shout Out


Giving a shout out to one of my peeps in Mobile! Wishing you all the best in your new location!
Saw this sign and thought of you!

Saturday, July 4, 2009

Happy Independence Day


Happy Birthday, America!
Hope you all enjoy the 4th of July. I remember the one and only year I taught American History. I loved all the research I had to do for that class and I know I learned a lot more than my students. That was the year that I ran across information about what happened to the signers of our Declaration for Independence in the years after their heroic stand. This information moves me every time I read it, and I share it with you in hopes that it may remind us all that freedom always comes with a dear price.
It all began on July 4, 1776 in the city of Philadelphia when a small group of men, suffering under the restraints of a European power 3000 miles away, and acting as the Second Continental Congress, declared their 13 colonies to be free and independent of Great Britain.
Knowing their proclamation would bring difficulties, they committed themselves and their constituents to what they believed was their “unalienable right” — freedom from tyranny.The Revolutionary War resulted from their declaration. It was a time of tremendous hardship for the new nation, but it ushered in a new era for the world. What is sometimes overlooked, as we consider both the results and the sufferings of our founders, is the price that was paid by the signers.
Nearly all the 56 men of the Congress could be described as professional politicians, and 24 were lawyers. Yet, by affixing their signatures to Thomas Jefferson’s historical document, they risked everything. Five were later captured by the British and died after being tortured. Nine were wounded in various confrontations with the enemy, and 12 had their homes set on fire.The British failed to capture Francis Lewis, who represented New York. But after burning his Long Island estate, they took his wife and threw her aboard a prison ship, where she died a few months later.Lewis never recovered from his grief.
Others who found their homes destroyed for signing were Lewis Morris, Arthur Middleton and Richard Stockton. Thomas Nelson, Virginia’s governor during the siege of Yorktown, implored General George Washington to blow up his mansion when he learned that British General Lord Cornwallis had made it his headquarters. Washington complied, but in doing so, destroyed Nelson’s main financial asset. Virginia merchant Carter Braxton owned a fleet of trading vessels when he signed. The Royal Navy tracked down and sank those ships.North Carolina’s Joseph Hewes also lost his merchant fleet in that he donated it to become the core for the new Continental Navy. He died at the age of 50 in 1779. Made wealthy through his import business, Robert Morris was placed in charge of the new nation’s finances, which were in sad shape. To feed and equip Washington’s troops for the crossing of the Delaware River — the psychological turning point of the war — Morris used $10,000 of his own money, thus placing his personal fortune at the country’s disposal. He later died in poverty.
A year after signing, William Whipple of New Hampshire fought alongside Ethan Allen, Benedict Arnold and Horatio Gates at Saratoga. The American victory there brought France into the conflict. Connecticut’s Oliver Wolcott and South Carolina’s Arthur Middleton, Thomas Heyward and Edward Rutledge all saw combat, and the latter three were captured and tortured. George Walton of Georgia was taken captive in battle, but received his release in a prisoner exchange in 1779. Fellow Georgian Button Gwinnett led a failed invasion of British Florida after returning from Philadelphia. Shortly afterward he was shot in a duel by political opponent Lachlan McIntosh. New Jersey’s Richard Stockton was captured in November 1776, and spent years in prison. After his release he died a pauper in Princeton.
The same month that Stockton was captured, British troops devastated the campus of the College of New Jersey. Signer John Witherspoon spent the remainder of the war rebuilding the college before he went blind in 1792.Thomas Lynch of South Carolina and his wife were lost at sea when their ship disappeared during a voyage to the West Indies. Constant British pursuit prevented Delaware’s Caesar Rodney from getting medical treatment for a cancerous growth on his face. It claimed his life in 1784.Thomas Jefferson went on to be elected governor of Virginia, but had to resign and go into hiding because the British hunted him relentlessly.
In the past 233 years since these 56 brave men risked all in the cause of freedom, many others have sacrificed to maintain and extend this wonderful gift. Their faith in freedom as a right granted by the providence of the Almighty to all peoples has been the great heritage of our country. There are still enemies of this precious bestowal, and the threats may be more subtle today.Americans need to be on the alert to guard against them, and to strengthen the things which will make us faithful to the cause of freedom.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

What A Difference A Day Makes!

This morning as I weeded my way through the list of 189 emails that found their way to my mailbox during the night (where does all this junk come from???), my eyes landed upon a gem!!!! It was a reply to my request to be on the waiting list for the She Speaks Conference. This is the exact email: OK – this isn’t much notice but I can squeeze you in but only if you register before the end of the day. I have to close registration tomorrow morning and won’t be able to add anyone after that.

I immediately thanked God for such a fast and direct answer to my prayer, (all of our prayers...I know many of you prayed that I would make the wait list) and then ran to tell Bill the good news. I explained again the "what, where, and when" details to refresh his memory and saved the biggest detail for last...the cost. We prayed, and he gave me his blessing and approval to attend. Another wonderful way God has taken care of me is through a friend that offered me a round trip ticket! I'm tellin' y'all, my cup is overflowing BIGTIME!

Well, after such a glorious morning, we decided to take a ride. David had the day off, so the three of us drove to a little town called Kemah. We had never been there before and it was the perfect place to spend a relaxing afternoon. Kemah is about 45 miles to our south, near Galveston. It is located right on Galveston Bay, so we sat for a long time just watching the boats and enjoying the breeze off the bay. It has a great boardwalk, lots of fun shops, and many amusement park rides. It was just an all-out wonderful day.

Thank you, my faithful readers, for praying for me. Now, let's keep praying for a job for Bill....


Passing the "Oil Industry" on our way to Kemah

I just plain love this man

My dates for the day


Entrance to the Kemah Boardwalk