Dripping! It is hot!

before (the other day)

Dripping... and not from a pool:)
I swept the floor and cleaned up the mess.
I swept the door step and made it nice to enter.
I was able to get all the home school books and manipulative's together.
They are all on the shelf now. I can take the inventory and start to sell them lots of valuable books here.
I think I will do a little home schooling during the summer. Today I read them Psalm 3. I told them that I need to teach them because the do not want to attend the Sunday school classes they still need the lessons.
They sat attentively. It was cool.
We may go see a movie tomorrow but, All the ones we were looking at start Friday. I told them I might just take them to Mckotoos. It is an indoor play ground with tubes and such $$$.

The friends never called about going swimming today. I left a message with with the Mr. but the Mrs. was asleep, she never called back. Dove was real disappointed. I cleaned the attic and the garage up. Gotta go do more. I need to take them to get a gift for a child's' bday party. It is Saturday. Dove rallied she came to me and said that at least they have that to look forward to.

Half of our garage (the two bays) is/are full of our boxed belongings and additional furnishings.

I cleaned up the attic so there is an isle as well.
I was just dripping! It is around 110* up there.

Provision for everyones need

Tomorrow I have over 30 local Realtors from the office near us coming to tour our home. My Realtor set it up. I have to have it all ready for show. It is a long dusty road of trial and endurance this house selling. I do appreciate your prayers. Perhaps this will induce a sale.

Little Dove has a 9 am orthodontics appointment. She will need two teeth pulled out soon. I am sad to pull good teeth , but the option is her having head gear for two years every night. With her Sensory issues I think that would not work out. It is hard enough for any kid to have to sleep in head gear. Let alone a child like Dove. We had to have the surgery on her 2 years ago for that maverick tooth in the upper palate. It pushed the front center teeth out so far.

I'll put the dogs across the street. I think I will take the children to the movies to use the time in the cool of a theater. It will be 100 * and so I have to get creative.

Dove is better now as is Dash. Willy the Lab is now doing well again too. He has been very sick for two or three days . We think he ingested ant powder. He had a real mess two nights in a row at 3 a.m. Poor Beloved knelt to clean it all up. My knee disability came in handy those two night HA! That dog tried to run from himself and it was ALL over! Try to sell a house with dog all over! I have been giving him rice to eat. He is blowing me out of the house with his gas! Mercy!

I had another visit from M yesterday and Jewels was here and got to talk with her also while I was tending the children. M is so troubled. Her body is dying on her and her spirit is searching out. She brought me some supplements for the dogs and a few "swiffer" cloths to gather the dog hair. I need to tend to hemming the pants for her.
I dreamed of visiting someone in the hospital and them saying "why are you being so nice to me" and I answered "because that is just what you do" thats the right thing. Then in my dream I was then being admitted as the other patient. My helping the other patient made me forget I was being admitted. :) funny dream , but I think true to life. It is so good in deep trial to help others and to reach outside of myself. The suffering I have become intimate with is making me able to empathize with M on a very deep level that I think may be uncommon for her.

Well I got a house to clean and prep. Pants to hem. sleepy eyes to open ( or nap) I wish :).
Children to feed and dogs to give gas x to and throw balls for. Ha!
List to make and thoughts to think, Prayers to fellowship with my Pappa God. A kitchen to clean and a meal to plan and prepare for tonight. Cooking in the cool of the day I just reheat in the late afternoon.

Welcome all you new readers.

Your kind words were a loving embrace.

Grab the day by the tail and hold on.

June begins

Saturday We took the kids to see the new Indiana Jones Kingdom of the Crystal Skull Movie . We missed the historical base of the Jones sagas. They introduced the UFO type thing. We would of so loved more of a archaeological base. Who else thinks one on Noah's ark would be cool.
Sunday Memorial Day found Dove ill and Grandpa's plans postponed... So as this new month began we found our selfs at the grand parents on the first. Grandpa had the heart to share an experience with the children that to me is a great treasure. He had the children raise our precious Flag. They have a very tall flag pole.

Grandpa told them the technical details of hooking onto the grommets.

The children split the duties to raise and lower of the banner.

I impressed upon the importance of not letting the standard touch the ground. It is one single thing that I was strongly gifted with as a child to respect my country. When my mother was a girl in the 1930's the natzi 's were in the U.S.A. recruiting teenagers. As a poor girl in the east she found herself one day at one of the rally's. Folks this stuff really happened here in our country. She was frightened and found herself trapped in a group of peers who bore the hatred of white supremacy's. They got the foot in through the KKK. It happened here in our country. She escaped to another state and set within her children a very strong patriotism that last within me to this day. Hatred grows like wild fire and the best weapon of an enemy is to make you believe that he does not exist.

I am very much a stickler not to let the flag touch the ground. Then I was asked WHY? At first it was a bit of a challenge to explained. After a second time the flag touched the ground I was a bit riled up over it. Again the question was posted to me why does it matter? This is why ...I told them of how in a battle the banner is raised high to keep the focus on the reason why we fight. If we have our eyes on the blood and guts the slaughter around us then we loose the focus. The flag is the banner the symbol of what we stand for . The reason We believe what we believe and the willingness to fight for it.To stand up for it. To not just remember those who paid the supreme price but to remember why they paid it! They had a character a value system that held their beliefs so strongly that they laid down all to fight for the generation after them that it might be kept. This is sore missing in my sweet country. We so easily profane those who stand for the beliefs they have that we do not agree with. Are we willing though to to take a stand for our own character, values or have our country's character and values so become a thing of shame that our descendants are embarrassed? May we bend back that sapling into an oak that might grow by that living water.

As this Elder tends this little sapling...may he understand.

I will do my best to pass on the character and values of a country that was once (may it still become again) the treasure that can bring pride of ownership. for the citizenship that Beloved and I gave our internationally adopted children is second only to the teaching of the Gospel of Christ.

May they raise their eyes to a banner that is held in good standing with the character that holds freedom in body mind and spirit as the real treasure.

It was a joy Sunday to fold the flag with beloved and triangle of trinity Father Son and Spirit. So I may get a bit sappy but this is MY Country I am speaking about. My children's
freedom.

It is a mummy...

Wrapped and secured to be found in some future dig.

They really were so very creative

Well on Monday... I had a wonderful quiet house! They had loss of all video/ computer and any Media as a consequence to some poor behavior that Daddy Man was not about to allow to go on un-addressed. The kids played and came out with this...

The kids wrote comic books. They make cells and then illustrate stories and tell the stories in short word form. Dash did Roman numerals and learned how they worked (by the way is it funny that 40 in Roman numerals is XL) ha!

Dash was thrilled to do addition flashcards! Yes , I did say that! Then we did dino flash cards. The pronunciation on the back of the card was a challenge that he just devoured!

Then I got a call from a woman who came here way back when I had the yard sale. So she wants to hire me to do some sewing for her. Well....It had little to do with that as you all know Gods way's (higher than ours) . It was so cool! She was raised by an atheist and she actually heard about the car wreck and the way that I could identify with her physical challenges. You see her life is tenuous. She has migraines and a heart condition so many similar things that I said to her were words I needed to hear myself. I was touched by the experience. Then at one point the scriptures were even opened up to her! HOLY HOLY HOLY... She may be going to pass soon and the scriptures were opened up to her. She is thinking about leaving a religion that she is disenfranchised from. She believed in Jesus but not God. Many gods that are created "by people" have excluded the I AM from her mind. I will be welcoming her here often.

I must close and hem pants for my client. Her heart is needed peace and salvation. Tormented she struggles . She has come here for rest.
"To Know Him is our Freedom. To hear Him is release Fix your heart and soul on him and rest in perfect peace." by Don Francisco
Today I called a friend moment before she was reaching to dial us. She came and her child is here playing with my kids.

Rena the beautiful
Queen of Golden's is warmed in the morning sun.

The children play.

The kids are performing character roles to a sponge bob movie.

Our Wedding Day

1982
Twenty six years ago this young woman cried out to God.
She said..."All I want is a home of my own, and a man who Loves you. Please God, I do not want a religious man, but a man who loves you."
A young man cried out with a broken heart.. He said..." Dear God...Please bring me a wife"

This young woman had braved with great courage the escape from an abusive relationship. She had fled to a church for refuge. Sheltered by a Deacon and his family she was homeless. With only a back pack and the roof over her head.

The young man had recently lost the love of a five year relationship. A future that had shattered his tender heart.

That great day....
Across the crowded Bible Study class I sat . Frightened and clinging to Christ my solace and salvation. I was a young believer who had joined the choir. Rail and gentle. Forgiving of life I joined and belonging to those who attended this mega baptist church. It was a neighbor who had helped me escape. She had brought me to this place. A place that I had watched often on the television. A body of Christians who offered me a chance at life.
The young man who had approached me spent several weeks trying to meet up with me. He had found my name on an announcement.
We had met at last for he was still amazed at how he had fallen of of his chair during that bible study. It was then he knew I was her. He pursued me. A dove broken, guarded by many.

This young man saw her and marveled at the innocence and wondered if she were for real. He had never met anyone like her. When I had stooped down to smell the flowers on the walk on our first date...well he was stunned. He had determined after that first meeting he would sell his motorcycle to take her to the dentist. He did so and more. He set me up in a little apartment along side a private home. It was a little place of safety. It was the only time I had ever lived alone. Perhaps all of 300 square feet of a place to rest. We spent so many hours talking and then one day we almost became intimate. Instead we opened the scripture and decided to wed directly and to save that for our wedding day. He respected me.

"We are now to be together at the calling of our hearts.
Rest assured this troubadour is acting out his part.
Is it love that brings us here or is it love that brings us life?
so then whats to be the reason for becoming man and wife.
Do you believing in miracle's.
Oh there is love
There is love..... " (Paul stooky)

He played out his heart for me, my man that he would call me wife. He has forever change for me the meaning of my life.


We interred into our wedding day Worshipfully.

My wedding gift from him was an act of great courage for he played for me at the wedding.

Beloveds brother helped us by loaning us a suit.

My Mother in Love made my wedding gown. We wed just 30 days after we met.
We set the date for two weeks once we had Beloveds parents blessings.
They said "son if you love her than we accept her".

We held the ceremony in their back yard. I flew my mother who I had not seen in a few years, and my father (I later learned he was not really my birth father). I had only met him twice in my life at that point. I did not choose to have my step dad attend.

My Mother helped me with my veil.
It was the first time alone with her for many many years

She gave me the necklace from my youth as something old.

This was taken in Beloveds folks living room just before I was walked down the isle.

I felt like I was free floating.
I made Doves dedication gown from the left over fabric. I also used some of the left over fabric for the trim on our first quilt for our marriage bed.

The fellow in the beard was the man who ,He and his wife had taken me in.
He gave a lengthly sermon about the vows.

We exchange simple gold bands.
The whole of the wedding was no more than $500. for flowers, rings and the cake. The punch and snacks were a gift from the cousins.

The birds were singing so loud that I sorta got distracted and the question was posed twice because I was just so happy I was a bit above it all.
My face hurt from smiling it was so big a grin that I strained my cheeks.
The birds were eating the piracanthra berries from the bush behind us. Their song was amazing.

The woman in yellow was my Maid of Honor, She lived next door to the house that I had left.
It was she who helped me get away from an abusive 6 month relationship.
She helped me to get to the church to escape and begin new.
My wedding colors were set from her dress. I received what was offered.

My "dad" name sake (Don) was there. He and my mother had not seen each other since I was an infant just after they divorced. This was a very courages thing to do and so very generous. For he threw my mom down a flight of stairs kicking her in the tummy the day I was born. I forgave him in act.

We signed our licence, as did our witnesses, on the folks table.

The beautiful woman in pink is Beloved's Mother. She made my dress within the two weeks notice by cutting out a pattern from a porcelain figurine of a senorita I had had from childhood.

This is Beloved's Paternal Grandmother Doves namesake. She was the first woman who ever showed me kindness and a gentle touch. She is my favorite person of old times. The man is her son Beloveds Uncle. Dash is named after her husband.

Our last name means , Dove of peace.
The doves on the cake are still in my possession. Old and yellowed they are a treasure of how God brought me under the wing of my dear husband.

This was the very favorite thing of my wedding day.
He sang "We are no to be together"...by Don Francisco
It was somewhat private for he was painfully shy to share his music with others.
I so miss his guitar playing.

He was so brave.
On our first date beside a creek he played "He's alive" by Don Francisco

We were gentle and respectful of each other.
We did not smear or cram the cake. Tenderness was just who we were.

These dear ladies are some of Beloveds cousins who served us that day. The girls all just set it up. Many of these women wished that Beloved was not a cousin. He is very well beloved by them for good reason.
He is a kind man.

So many of these have now passed on.
Only my Mother and Dad were there. Non of my other family.

I still use this cook book some 26 years later. I felt like a princess with so many gifts. When only a month before I was homeless. All of my possessions were in a garage somewhere. Pilfered through by others. Everything has so many times over been given back to me.

These two girl were new friends of only a month or two.

GLEE

I always hated what they wrote on the car. It cheapened my day. When I married my Beloved I was his virgin.

I am my beloveds and he is mine.

His banner over me is Love.

We left and went to his home that was now...Our home.
Beloved moved out of his parents home at 18 years of age. He fixed cars and saved up enough money to buy a small house. He owned it for four years before we met. It was all of 900 square feet of heaven on earth.
My own home and a man who loved God..

The next day we took my parents to the air port.
It was the first time in my life that I had them side by side of me. It was the last.
They are both dead now, but I did my best to show them the respect of my wedding day.

2004

I had my Indian wedding and all the dreams that were not met so many years before were met then. I am still my Beloved's and He is Mine. We have Gods banner over us.
LOVE