Hilton Head Island In Mourning and Prayer

Please join me in prayer as I am continuing to watch our community grieve over the loss of a beautiful teenager... a beautiful girl and I am watching as all are reminded how precious our lives are.  Please continue to pray for this family.  My family was in the identical situation and the pain is unbearable.  I do know God is with us though... please continue to lift up prayer and may there be some day where teens are not taken so quickly in their first years of driving. 

God please support this family as only you can in taking one step in front of the other.  We trust you and know only you can provide the kind of healing that is needed.  Protect this family and their friends in this time...and we pray for the families whose children are in the hospital... whose lives will forever be changed as well. Amen.

A Mother's Love

 

Its our first cold morning in the South.  In the forties... and I just kicked on the thermostat in a home I am so grateful to be in.  As the first heat warms the house it brings back memories of a mother's love....

Those were the days of going to school. Brown paper bag lunches and clean clothes.  Not trendy clothes... but lovely conservative clothing in style... warm colors and lets not forget the breakfast... even if it were a protein shake.  Mom was ahead of her time in the nutrition arena... and she did this all while still getting Dad and herself to work.  Amazing.

Those days became the days of planning for Thanksgiving.  She would be up so early... that thermostat would be kicked up... because every few years it was her turn to host the event.  Oh how beautiful she would always look... with her little apron.  Her hair done and the table set so beautifully... by the way she promised me those dishes so I hope I can still have them ...laughter... anyway... and Dad would do the carving at the head of the table and for about fifteen minutes all was peaceful until the political fights and food fights... more laughter... as Uncle Pete would watch on (amongst others....!! at times!!)  Who can forget a few food fights along the way... hahahahahaha.....

Then it became Christmas.  It was always too cold for me... but we were always bundled up... the mittens with the string attaching them... hysterical!!!  The string would go under our jackets.  Silly I always thought.  My philosophy was to just stay inside rather than put on three layers of clothing and stuck out in the snow.  Laughter again... and that is why I finally moved South.  We had great Christmas trees... and always toys, games and gifts surrounded the tree on Christmas morning... how lucky were we.  You were lucky to see the living room at all the presents were piled so high.

And the thermostat kicked high.  That is a mother's love... shining bright because of our Dad's love for her.

Here is to the Holidays,

love,

Janet 

A Soldier writes a letter on Hitler's stationary to his son

Thank you Paul Caldwell for sharing this link.  This is an amazing letter which became a royal sequel story over the years.   http://gizmodo.com/5855339/the-letter-a-soldier-wrote-to-his-son-on-hitlers-stationary  I felt it really important enough to be one of my top entries here.  Please share this with all you love!  It is a short read but a powerful and important one passed down through generations.

Janet Collins