Well here it is, the last day of February 2013. 1/6th of the year 2013 now behind us. I probably ought to get busy. I can no longer say that I am going to start walking after the first of the year unless I want to wait until next year, 2014. I probably ought to get busy. Those New Year's resolutions that I didn't honor...........well I probably ought to get busy. Going to have company next week..........I probably ought to get busy. I have to get busy!
The 28th day of February is an important day in my life for another reason and a lot of you probably don't know this. In fact, I doubt that anybody reading this even knows about it. This day, in the year 1903 my father-in-law was born. 110 years ago today. Yep, the father of my husband was born 110 years ago. Unbelievable? True.
Sadly, my children never knew their grandfather for he passed away in 1954 when my husband was only 14 years old. He missed out. We all missed out. My hubby missed out on having his father there for his high school graduation, his college graduation, our marriage, and the birth of our children. I missed out on knowing the man that was a huge part of forming my husband into the man I love. My kids missed out on the love I am sure would have been showered on them from their Grandpa Tucker.
So kids, today is your grandpa's birthday, his 110th birthday. Life goes on.............
I probably ought to get busy.................and tomorrow I shall.
I love you.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Friday, February 22, 2013
You Just Never Know........
You just never know...............
A year ago this week we were suffering mentally more than I thought humanly possible. One Friday led to a worse Monday, to a suspenseful, frightful, and unbelievably horrible Tuesday. Tuesday, the day when the tears flowed so hard they sent me to the ground...a day that I don't want to ever repeat. For for next several days and even months, my life was one of continual prayer. Prayer that my son would be OK. And prayers that I can say today, were answered. My son is on the mend and we are so grateful that prayers worked for my son. God has blessed him.
You just never know. My family can attest to that, especially this year, our personal year of heartache, for even as bad as the month of February was for us in 2012, the year did get worse, much worse. The point is.....never, ever, never ever take for granted your health, your blessings. Hold those you love close to you for you just never know.
Hi all. I hope to be back to writing regularly soon. Spring is springing and I have things to say. Thanks to you for checking back from time to time.
I love you.
A year ago this week we were suffering mentally more than I thought humanly possible. One Friday led to a worse Monday, to a suspenseful, frightful, and unbelievably horrible Tuesday. Tuesday, the day when the tears flowed so hard they sent me to the ground...a day that I don't want to ever repeat. For for next several days and even months, my life was one of continual prayer. Prayer that my son would be OK. And prayers that I can say today, were answered. My son is on the mend and we are so grateful that prayers worked for my son. God has blessed him.
You just never know. My family can attest to that, especially this year, our personal year of heartache, for even as bad as the month of February was for us in 2012, the year did get worse, much worse. The point is.....never, ever, never ever take for granted your health, your blessings. Hold those you love close to you for you just never know.
Hi all. I hope to be back to writing regularly soon. Spring is springing and I have things to say. Thanks to you for checking back from time to time.
I love you.
Monday, February 4, 2013
God Made a Farmer
And so on the eighth God made a farmer.
I don't know if anybody but me had tears in their eyes when the Dodge commercial ran late into the last half of the Super Bowl, but I did. In fact, I have cried openly this morning when I played it from YouTube. God made a farmer.
I doubt many people will feel the emotion of this little two-minute speech unless you lived it. My parents lived it and as a result I lived it. The long hours, the rushed meals so that they could jump back on the tractor to plow that last two acres before dark, the hopes, the dreams, the prayers........oh the prayers!!, the sighs when a cow or calf didn't make it, the smiles when a crop made good, the gratitude..........God made a farmer.
How many times over the years have you made fun of people who were not urbanites..........the rural people? How many times do you completely ignore the stock barns at the fair? How many times have you seen a dusty car and were appalled rather than envisioned a farmer on a dusty country road? Not all roads are paved.......I know, I lived it. How many times have you seen little boys with their pressed plaid shirts tucked neatly in their pressed jeans, their belts cinched tightly, their cowboy boots and hats, all neat and trim, and thought them to be just a little bit of a hick? God made a farmer.
And the peanut butter in your pantry, or the lettuce in your refrigerator, how many times have you even wondered where they came from. Oh sure, you might have noticed that they were a product of Mexico, but the American products, do you really appreciate or understand the complexity of getting that the food from seed to your plates? And for you that don't already know, peanuts and wheat (and cows..........let's not forget the cows) are what mom and dad, and Robert, and Kay, and Brenda, and Rhonda, and even I, raised. You see, if you are a farmer even your kids are farmers. Mom and Dad both have said that we kids were part of the success of their farm. God made a farmer.
I don't know how the Dodge commercial will be accepted by our nation; maybe forgotten by tomorrow. Maybe, however, it will awaken us. Maybe it is time for a little respect for our rural people, the farmers and ranchers of our nation. Maybe the commercial will hit a nerve as to how valuable our Amercan farmers are to us as a nation, as individuals..............they are the ones who feed us...........you, ME!!! God made a farmer.
Of course, nobody but Paul Harvey could have delivered this with the same impact so here it is. I hope you take opportunity to listen. And thanks to our farmers. And thanks Dodge for delivering a great, poignant commercial...one that put tears in my eyes, one that made me think of Mom and Dad..............God made a farmer!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sillEgUHGC4
I love you!!!
I don't know if anybody but me had tears in their eyes when the Dodge commercial ran late into the last half of the Super Bowl, but I did. In fact, I have cried openly this morning when I played it from YouTube. God made a farmer.
I doubt many people will feel the emotion of this little two-minute speech unless you lived it. My parents lived it and as a result I lived it. The long hours, the rushed meals so that they could jump back on the tractor to plow that last two acres before dark, the hopes, the dreams, the prayers........oh the prayers!!, the sighs when a cow or calf didn't make it, the smiles when a crop made good, the gratitude..........God made a farmer.
How many times over the years have you made fun of people who were not urbanites..........the rural people? How many times do you completely ignore the stock barns at the fair? How many times have you seen a dusty car and were appalled rather than envisioned a farmer on a dusty country road? Not all roads are paved.......I know, I lived it. How many times have you seen little boys with their pressed plaid shirts tucked neatly in their pressed jeans, their belts cinched tightly, their cowboy boots and hats, all neat and trim, and thought them to be just a little bit of a hick? God made a farmer.
And the peanut butter in your pantry, or the lettuce in your refrigerator, how many times have you even wondered where they came from. Oh sure, you might have noticed that they were a product of Mexico, but the American products, do you really appreciate or understand the complexity of getting that the food from seed to your plates? And for you that don't already know, peanuts and wheat (and cows..........let's not forget the cows) are what mom and dad, and Robert, and Kay, and Brenda, and Rhonda, and even I, raised. You see, if you are a farmer even your kids are farmers. Mom and Dad both have said that we kids were part of the success of their farm. God made a farmer.
I don't know how the Dodge commercial will be accepted by our nation; maybe forgotten by tomorrow. Maybe, however, it will awaken us. Maybe it is time for a little respect for our rural people, the farmers and ranchers of our nation. Maybe the commercial will hit a nerve as to how valuable our Amercan farmers are to us as a nation, as individuals..............they are the ones who feed us...........you, ME!!! God made a farmer.
Of course, nobody but Paul Harvey could have delivered this with the same impact so here it is. I hope you take opportunity to listen. And thanks to our farmers. And thanks Dodge for delivering a great, poignant commercial...one that put tears in my eyes, one that made me think of Mom and Dad..............God made a farmer!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sillEgUHGC4
I love you!!!
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