I was going to write about the impression that was made on me by our preacher in church on Sunday. The topic: Thanksliving
I had something all written out that I was going to enter and let it go at that, giving you an update on what I planned to do. Then I read Jessica's blog at Adjusting to the World. She has such a caring and fluid way with words that after reading what she'd composed, I decided that she wouldn't mind if I just linked you to her blog. We attend the same church and were affected in the same way Sunday morning. I sat and listened and thought, wondering what I would do to help anyone with less than what I've got.
We spend a lot of money on Christmas. It's just what we've always done. We spend hours on Christmas morning opening gifts. Afterwards we all make some comment on how blessed we are to have the opportunity to give to each other, blessed to have so much, and blessed to keep getting.
After the service I thought about some of John's comments and the statistics he gave about children starving to death. He said that a child dies every 6 seconds from hunger, and had figured that during the delivery of his message that 350 children would die. That's a heart-breaking statistic and I couldn't help but to cry, knowing that there are children anywhere living with such a short life expectancy because of no food. So this is what I've decided to do.
There were three mail-orders that I was planning to make when I got on the computer here. I was going to order some fruit or preserves or cheeses for my godfather in Massachusetts, my godmother in Ohio, and my brother and sister-in-law in Florida. Instead, I've sent a donation in their honor to Feed the Children. I don't think they'll mind that I've done this instead of sending them the things I've done in the past. Perhaps they'll join me in doing the same. For what I've been able to send Feed the Children, 5 children and their families will have food for another day.
Welcome to Weezers Haven. Why 'Weezer'? It's what my grandbabies call me and that in itself is another story (ever see 'Steel Magnolias'?)
I am the mother of three daughters and the grandmother to four granddaughters. (Even the dog is a girl.) I am a retired pediatric nurse, a Christian of 'getting stronger' faith, and a reliable prayer warrior. I love to eat bacon cheeseburgers and drink too many diet cokes. Diet A&W is my biggest weakness.
I am not a person of great or many words. Here, you won't find long compositions. I am a visual person and often use my own photos to make a point or illustrate an idea.
I am devoted to my blogger friends. If you visit, please leave a greeting. I love to know who's stopped by.
When a daughter begins to ask about the past, she is beginning to spread her wings.
A woman needs to understand where she comes from so that she may better choose where she wants to go.
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Parents rejoice in watching their daughter go about her life. Her confident stride tells of a woman comfortable with who she's become, and happy with where she's heading.