Happy Thanksgiving to everyone. We hope you have a blessed day and thank God for all of your blessing.
I thank the Lord for my wonderful husband, he is the love of my life and I am so blessed to be married to him. I am also thankful for my four wonderful children, they bring me much joy.
Also this season I am very thankful and grateful to Jesus for sparing my nephew's life this week. He was in a horrible accident and could have easily died, but God saw fit to allow him to remain here with everyone. Thank you Jesus
Happy Thanksgiving.
Thursday, November 28, 2013
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Makes you think
I came across this while doing some spring cleaning. It was a copy of an email sent to me back in 1999. I don't know who the author is. Makes you think and appreciate all that Jesus did by dying on the cross for us. I am so thankful for His sacrifice so that I may live.
The day is over, you are driving home. You tune I your radio. You hear a little blurb about a little village in India where some villagers have suddenly, strangely, a flu that has never been seen before. It's influenza, but three or four fellows are dead, and it's kind of strange and they're sending some doctors over there to investigate it.
You don't think much about it, but on Sunday, coming home from church, you hear another radio spot. only they say it's not three villagers, it's 30,000 villagers in the back hills of this particular area of India, and it's on the news again that night: "People are heading there from the disease center in Atlanta because this disease strain has never been seen before."
By Monday morning when you get up, it's the lead story. For it's not just India; it's Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iran, and before you know it, you're hearing this story everywhere and they have coined it as "the mystery flu". The President has made some comment that he and everyone are praying and hoping that all will go well over there. But everyone is wandering, "How are we going to contain it?" That's when the President of France makes an announcement that shocks Europe. He is closing their borders. No flights from India, Pakistan, or any of the countries where this thing has been seen.
And that's why that night you are listening to the news before going to bed. Your jaw hits your chest when a weeping woman is translated from a French news program into "There's a man lying in a hospital in Paris dying of the mystery flu." It has come to Europe, Panic strikes.
As best they can tell, once you get it, you have it for a week and you don't know it. Then you have four days of unbelievable symptoms. And then you die.
Britain closes it's borders, but it's too late. South Hampton, Liverpool, North Hampton, and it's Tuesday morning when the President of the United States makes the following "Due to a national security risk, all flights to and from Europe and Asia have been canceled. If your loved ones are overseas, I'm sorry. They cannot come back until we find a cure for this thing." Within four days our nation has been plunged into an unbelievable fear. People are selling little masks for your face. People are talking about what if it comes to this country, and preachers on Tuesday are saying, "It's the scourge of God."
It's Wednesday night and you are at a church prayer meeting when somebody runs in from the parking lot and says, "Turn on a radio, turn on a radio." And while the church listens to a little transistor radio with a microphone stuck up to it, the announcement is made. "Two women are lying in a Long Island hospital dying from the mystery flu."
Within hours it seems, this thing just sweeps across the country. People are working around the clock trying to find an antidote. Nothing is working. California. Oregon. Arizona. Florida. Massachusetts. It's as though it's just sweeping in from the borders. And then, all of a sudden the news comes out. The code has been broken. A cure can be found. A vaccine can be made. It's going to take the blood of somebody who hasn't been infected, and so, sure enough, all through the Midwest, through all those channels of emergency broadcasting, everyone is asked to do one simple thing: "Go to your local and have your blood type taken. That's all we ask of you. And when you hear the sirens go off in your neighborhood, please make your way quickly, quietly, and safely to the hospitals."
Sure enough, when you and your family get down there late on that Friday night, there is a long line, and they've got nurses and doctors coming out and pricking fingers and taking blood and putting labels on it. Your wife and your kids are out there, and they take your blood type and they say, "Wait here in the parking lot and if we call your name you can be dismissed and go home." You stand around scared with your neighbors, wondering what in the world is going on, and that this is the end of the world.
Suddenly a young man comes running out of the hospital screaming. He's yelling a name and waving a clipboard. What? He yells it again! And your son tugs on your jacket and says, "Daddy, that's me." Before you know it, they have grabbed your boy.
"Wait a minute, hold it!"
They say, "It's okay, his blood is clean. His blood is pure. We want to make sure he doesn't have the disease. We think he has got the right type."
Five tense minutes later, out come the doctors and nurses, crying and hugging one another - some are even laughing. It's the first time you have seen anybody laugh in a week, and an old doctor walks up to you and says, "Thank you, sir. Your son's blood type is perfect. It's clean, it is pure, and we can make the vaccine." As the word begins to spread all across that parking lot full of folks, people are screaming and praying and laughing and crying.
But then the gray-haired doctor pulls you and your wife aside and says, "May we see you for a moment? We didn't realize that the donor would be a minor and we need...we need you to sign a consent form."
You begin to sign and then you see that the number of pints of blood to be taken is empty. "H-h-h-how many pints?"
And that is when the old doctor's smile fades and he says, "We had no idea it would be a little child. We weren't prepared. We need it all !"
"But- but..."
"You don't understand, We are talking about the world here. Please sign. We - we need it all - we need it all!"
"But can't you give him a transfusion?'
"If we had clean blood we would. Can you sign? would you sign?"
In numb silence you do.
Then they say, "Would you like to have a moment with him before we begin?" Can you walk back? Can you walk back to that room where he sits on a table saying, "Daddy? Mommy? What's going on ?" Can you take his hands and say, "Son, your mommy and I love you, and we would never ever let anything happen to you that didn't just have to be. Do you understand that?"
Then the old doctor comes back in and says, "I'm sorry, we've - we've got to get started. People all over the world are dying."
Can you leave? Can you walk out while he is saying, "Dad? Mom? Dad? Why - why hast thou forsaken me?"
And then next week, when they have the ceremony to honor your some, and some folks sleep through it, and some folks don't even come because they go to the lake, and some folks come with a pretentious smile and just pretend to care. Would you want to jump up and say, "MY SON DIED! DON'T YOU CARE?" " Is that what He wants to say? "MY SON DIED. DON'T YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I CARE? "Father, seeing it from your eyes breaks our hearts. Maybe now we can begin to comprehend the great love you have for us. Amen."
As I said I don't know the author, but this is good. Thank you Jesus for dying on the cross for my sins.
The day is over, you are driving home. You tune I your radio. You hear a little blurb about a little village in India where some villagers have suddenly, strangely, a flu that has never been seen before. It's influenza, but three or four fellows are dead, and it's kind of strange and they're sending some doctors over there to investigate it.
You don't think much about it, but on Sunday, coming home from church, you hear another radio spot. only they say it's not three villagers, it's 30,000 villagers in the back hills of this particular area of India, and it's on the news again that night: "People are heading there from the disease center in Atlanta because this disease strain has never been seen before."
By Monday morning when you get up, it's the lead story. For it's not just India; it's Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iran, and before you know it, you're hearing this story everywhere and they have coined it as "the mystery flu". The President has made some comment that he and everyone are praying and hoping that all will go well over there. But everyone is wandering, "How are we going to contain it?" That's when the President of France makes an announcement that shocks Europe. He is closing their borders. No flights from India, Pakistan, or any of the countries where this thing has been seen.
And that's why that night you are listening to the news before going to bed. Your jaw hits your chest when a weeping woman is translated from a French news program into "There's a man lying in a hospital in Paris dying of the mystery flu." It has come to Europe, Panic strikes.
As best they can tell, once you get it, you have it for a week and you don't know it. Then you have four days of unbelievable symptoms. And then you die.
Britain closes it's borders, but it's too late. South Hampton, Liverpool, North Hampton, and it's Tuesday morning when the President of the United States makes the following "Due to a national security risk, all flights to and from Europe and Asia have been canceled. If your loved ones are overseas, I'm sorry. They cannot come back until we find a cure for this thing." Within four days our nation has been plunged into an unbelievable fear. People are selling little masks for your face. People are talking about what if it comes to this country, and preachers on Tuesday are saying, "It's the scourge of God."
It's Wednesday night and you are at a church prayer meeting when somebody runs in from the parking lot and says, "Turn on a radio, turn on a radio." And while the church listens to a little transistor radio with a microphone stuck up to it, the announcement is made. "Two women are lying in a Long Island hospital dying from the mystery flu."
Within hours it seems, this thing just sweeps across the country. People are working around the clock trying to find an antidote. Nothing is working. California. Oregon. Arizona. Florida. Massachusetts. It's as though it's just sweeping in from the borders. And then, all of a sudden the news comes out. The code has been broken. A cure can be found. A vaccine can be made. It's going to take the blood of somebody who hasn't been infected, and so, sure enough, all through the Midwest, through all those channels of emergency broadcasting, everyone is asked to do one simple thing: "Go to your local and have your blood type taken. That's all we ask of you. And when you hear the sirens go off in your neighborhood, please make your way quickly, quietly, and safely to the hospitals."
Sure enough, when you and your family get down there late on that Friday night, there is a long line, and they've got nurses and doctors coming out and pricking fingers and taking blood and putting labels on it. Your wife and your kids are out there, and they take your blood type and they say, "Wait here in the parking lot and if we call your name you can be dismissed and go home." You stand around scared with your neighbors, wondering what in the world is going on, and that this is the end of the world.
Suddenly a young man comes running out of the hospital screaming. He's yelling a name and waving a clipboard. What? He yells it again! And your son tugs on your jacket and says, "Daddy, that's me." Before you know it, they have grabbed your boy.
"Wait a minute, hold it!"
They say, "It's okay, his blood is clean. His blood is pure. We want to make sure he doesn't have the disease. We think he has got the right type."
Five tense minutes later, out come the doctors and nurses, crying and hugging one another - some are even laughing. It's the first time you have seen anybody laugh in a week, and an old doctor walks up to you and says, "Thank you, sir. Your son's blood type is perfect. It's clean, it is pure, and we can make the vaccine." As the word begins to spread all across that parking lot full of folks, people are screaming and praying and laughing and crying.
But then the gray-haired doctor pulls you and your wife aside and says, "May we see you for a moment? We didn't realize that the donor would be a minor and we need...we need you to sign a consent form."
You begin to sign and then you see that the number of pints of blood to be taken is empty. "H-h-h-how many pints?"
And that is when the old doctor's smile fades and he says, "We had no idea it would be a little child. We weren't prepared. We need it all !"
"But- but..."
"You don't understand, We are talking about the world here. Please sign. We - we need it all - we need it all!"
"But can't you give him a transfusion?'
"If we had clean blood we would. Can you sign? would you sign?"
In numb silence you do.
Then they say, "Would you like to have a moment with him before we begin?" Can you walk back? Can you walk back to that room where he sits on a table saying, "Daddy? Mommy? What's going on ?" Can you take his hands and say, "Son, your mommy and I love you, and we would never ever let anything happen to you that didn't just have to be. Do you understand that?"
Then the old doctor comes back in and says, "I'm sorry, we've - we've got to get started. People all over the world are dying."
Can you leave? Can you walk out while he is saying, "Dad? Mom? Dad? Why - why hast thou forsaken me?"
And then next week, when they have the ceremony to honor your some, and some folks sleep through it, and some folks don't even come because they go to the lake, and some folks come with a pretentious smile and just pretend to care. Would you want to jump up and say, "MY SON DIED! DON'T YOU CARE?" " Is that what He wants to say? "MY SON DIED. DON'T YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I CARE? "Father, seeing it from your eyes breaks our hearts. Maybe now we can begin to comprehend the great love you have for us. Amen."
As I said I don't know the author, but this is good. Thank you Jesus for dying on the cross for my sins.
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
I know it has been a long time since posting on here. Life has been very busy and with my computer not taking my camera to post pictures, it is hard to put things on here. Tyler is now 17 and has his driver's license. He also has bought himself a 1985 Nissan truck. It is a stick shift and he is doing very well at driving. He also has a job working two days a week with his cousin working on vehicles. He will be graduating from high school in the spring of 2013 if all goes well. He is not sure as to what he wants to do after that. He is thinking and praying about the Air Force and also being a firefighter. He is a volunteer firefighter right now and loves it.
Trevor is 13 now and has grown as tall as Tyler. He will be starting the 8th grade this coming fall. He enjoys being outside and over all is a pretty good guy.
Tanner is 10 now and will be doing 6th and some 7th grade work next school year. He keeps busy with playing and swimming.
Alexis will be 9 in September. She will be starting 4th grade this coming fall. She pratically lives in the swimming pool and is getting a real nice tan.
Tim is doing well and his eye is much better. Back in August os 2011 he got a nail in his eye and had to have major surgery and we weren't sure if he would gain any eye sight back or not. He can see some with his contac or glasses. There for awhile he could not see anything. So we thank the Lord for His healing power in helping Tim to be able to see and still keep his job.
As for me, I am busy being a wife and mother and just taking care of all my family.
Trevor is 13 now and has grown as tall as Tyler. He will be starting the 8th grade this coming fall. He enjoys being outside and over all is a pretty good guy.
Tanner is 10 now and will be doing 6th and some 7th grade work next school year. He keeps busy with playing and swimming.
Alexis will be 9 in September. She will be starting 4th grade this coming fall. She pratically lives in the swimming pool and is getting a real nice tan.
Tim is doing well and his eye is much better. Back in August os 2011 he got a nail in his eye and had to have major surgery and we weren't sure if he would gain any eye sight back or not. He can see some with his contac or glasses. There for awhile he could not see anything. So we thank the Lord for His healing power in helping Tim to be able to see and still keep his job.
As for me, I am busy being a wife and mother and just taking care of all my family.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
birthday
Alexis celebrated her 8th birthday on September 23rd. It is hard to believe that my baby is eight already. She is finally out of her booster seat and is loving it. She really enjoyed her birthday with Grandma and Grandpa Archibald, Uncle Roy, Aunt Fonda, Cousins, Sarah and Christie and of course her brothers and us too.
I can not post any pictures because my computer still will not let me down load anything from my camera. I had a guy fix a problem on my computer and ever since he "fixed" that problem I've not been able to get any of my pictures downloaded. Sorry
I can not post any pictures because my computer still will not let me down load anything from my camera. I had a guy fix a problem on my computer and ever since he "fixed" that problem I've not been able to get any of my pictures downloaded. Sorry
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
New driver in the family
Tyler is officially driving by himself now. He passed his test for his drivers license a couple weeks back. And he is loving being able to drive somewhere without his parents. It is a little nerve racking for me though, takes some getting use to. Thankfully he is a person that takes things slow while driving, at least for now. So maybe no speeding tickets in his future. Ha!! I sure hope not! Once he gets a little more confident on driving by himself then I can start sending him to the store, etc. for me. Yeah!!
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
touching base
I know it has been a long time since posting on here. I've been having problems with my computer. It won't let me download pics on it and I can't seem to figure out why so that is why I haven't put anything on. We are still among the living thankfully. WE plan to start school on August 15th. The kids are so excited about it, NOT!!!!
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
News from the islands
On Saturday I received the call that our dear friend, Marjorie Dean had died on Thursday. This was very hard to hear. She meant alot to us. We first met Marjorie in September 2006 when Tim and I first flew to the islands. Once we moved there to do mission work she became a part of our daily lives. She owned a little shop across the street from the mission house. She became a mother to Tim and I and a grandmother to our children. She showed me love and always had her heart, arms and home open to me and my family. I enjoyed talking to her and hearing how God had helped her during her life. She was a very interesting person. God allowed us to know this very special lady. She helped and blessed me in many ways. We became a part of her family and her whole family(there are many members) became a part of ours. We were included in many family get togethers. I especially remember a Memorial Day. Our van was broke down at the time and so she had all of us loaded up in different vehicles of her family and hauled us along with everyone to the other side of the island. We had loads of fun that today, talking, eating and enjoying time with friends.
I have many other memories of Marjorie, but they are to numerous to list. She did not want us to leave the islands, but because of work permit issues we had to leave. It was very hard to say goodbye to our wonderful friends, especially James and Marjorie since they were the oldest members and not knowing if we would see them again on earth.
I was able to talk to Marjorie in the 11th of May. She always sounded excited to hear my voice. She loved to laugh and I could always come away feeling lifted up after being around her. That day I asked her how she was doing, because recently she had some issues with her heart. She said she was feeling good. She was wanting to come up and see us sometime. Now I will not be able to see her here on earth again, but look forward to seeing her in Heaven some day.
Please pray for her husband, James and all of the family as they deal wtih the loss of this wonderful lady.
(I forgot my computer at home so I am unable to put a picture of her on here)
I have many other memories of Marjorie, but they are to numerous to list. She did not want us to leave the islands, but because of work permit issues we had to leave. It was very hard to say goodbye to our wonderful friends, especially James and Marjorie since they were the oldest members and not knowing if we would see them again on earth.
I was able to talk to Marjorie in the 11th of May. She always sounded excited to hear my voice. She loved to laugh and I could always come away feeling lifted up after being around her. That day I asked her how she was doing, because recently she had some issues with her heart. She said she was feeling good. She was wanting to come up and see us sometime. Now I will not be able to see her here on earth again, but look forward to seeing her in Heaven some day.
Please pray for her husband, James and all of the family as they deal wtih the loss of this wonderful lady.
(I forgot my computer at home so I am unable to put a picture of her on here)
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