Thursday, April 9, 2009
Powerful Message
Just a great reminder that I need try even harder to serve the Lord!
It's a Wednesday night and you are at a church prayer meeting
when somebody runs in from the parking lot yelling,
"Turn on a radio, turn on a radio!"
And while the church listens to a little transistor radio with
a microphone s tuck up to it, the announcement is made: "Two
women are lying in a Long Island hospital dying from
a '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 downtown hospital and have your blood type taken.
That's all we ask of you. 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 if 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 on! And 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.
Then the gray-haired doctor pulls you and your wife aside and
says, "May we see you for 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 has been left blank.
"H-how many pints?", you ask.
And that is when the old doctor's smile fades and he says, "We
had no idea it would be little child. We weren't prepared. I'm
sorry sir, we need it all!"
"But but .. You don't understand."
"We are talking about the world here. Please sign. 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?"
And when that old doctor comes back in and ays, "I'm sorry,
we've GOT to get started! People all over the world are dying.
Can you leave?"
Can you walk out while he is saying, "Daddy? Mommy? Daddy?
"Why, why have you forsaken me?"
And then next week, when they have the ceremony to honor your
son some folks sleep through it ... some folks don't even come
because they go to the lake or the seashore .. some folks come
with a pretentious smile and just "pretend" to care. Would you
want to jump up and say, "MY SON DIED FOR YOU! DON'T YOU CARE?"
Is that what GOD wants to say?
MY SON DIED FOR YOU. 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."
A friend is someone who fills our lives with Beauty, Joy and Grace and makes the
world we live in a better and happier place.
It's a Wednesday night and you are at a church prayer meeting
when somebody runs in from the parking lot yelling,
"Turn on a radio, turn on a radio!"
And while the church listens to a little transistor radio with
a microphone s tuck up to it, the announcement is made: "Two
women are lying in a Long Island hospital dying from
a '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 downtown hospital and have your blood type taken.
That's all we ask of you. 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 if 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 on! And 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.
Then the gray-haired doctor pulls you and your wife aside and
says, "May we see you for 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 has been left blank.
"H-how many pints?", you ask.
And that is when the old doctor's smile fades and he says, "We
had no idea it would be little child. We weren't prepared. I'm
sorry sir, we need it all!"
"But but .. You don't understand."
"We are talking about the world here. Please sign. 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?"
And when that old doctor comes back in and ays, "I'm sorry,
we've GOT to get started! People all over the world are dying.
Can you leave?"
Can you walk out while he is saying, "Daddy? Mommy? Daddy?
"Why, why have you forsaken me?"
And then next week, when they have the ceremony to honor your
son some folks sleep through it ... some folks don't even come
because they go to the lake or the seashore .. some folks come
with a pretentious smile and just "pretend" to care. Would you
want to jump up and say, "MY SON DIED FOR YOU! DON'T YOU CARE?"
Is that what GOD wants to say?
MY SON DIED FOR YOU. 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."
A friend is someone who fills our lives with Beauty, Joy and Grace and makes the
world we live in a better and happier place.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Mommy your not very sneaky!
I guess I need to learn how to be a little more sneaky! Please excuse my high annoying voice, I get a little excited when I play peek-a-boo with my Son.
Very Blessed
Motherhood is truly the best thing in the world!!. I’m a very blessed young women. I have great family and friends, a AWESOME husband and son what more can you ask for! Thomas will be turning 9-months old this Friday. Yesterday we gave him his Easter present early and as you can see he is doing very well with it. I honestly believe that it will be a matter of time before he starts walking. He is such a little talker now days and has so much ambition…..I just love it!
Tonight we meet with our Parents as Teachers lady, Carolyn. It’s always exciting to hear what she has to say about Thomas. He also has his 9-month check up this Friday. It will interesting to see what his weight and height is, plus there are NO SHOTS this time around….yippy!!
God Bless everyone!!
Look at all my hair. We may be getting a haircut pretty soon!
Just happy to be outside!
What a smile! He has Five teeth. Two that are fully in and three more that have broken through the gums!
Walking with one hand!
Working hard!
Tonight we meet with our Parents as Teachers lady, Carolyn. It’s always exciting to hear what she has to say about Thomas. He also has his 9-month check up this Friday. It will interesting to see what his weight and height is, plus there are NO SHOTS this time around….yippy!!
God Bless everyone!!
Look at all my hair. We may be getting a haircut pretty soon!
Just happy to be outside!
What a smile! He has Five teeth. Two that are fully in and three more that have broken through the gums!
Walking with one hand!
Working hard!
Friday, April 3, 2009
Shot of the Week
Here is my shot of the week. Spring is finally here! Head on over to Life is Sweet and check out the rest of the Shots of the Week!
Flashback Friday
April’s assignment: Because April is when a lot of high schools hold their proms, I have dubbed April’s theme as “Black Tie Affair”. I would love to see photos of you and/or your family dressed up. It doesn’t necessarily have to be “Black Tie,” but rather it can be any occasion that calls for you to be dressed up a little more than usual: prom, formals, theater shows, balls, parties…you get the general idea. I can’t wait to see what you all come up with (I really am hoping and praying that some of you post photos of your high school formals – lol).
Boy have we changed! The first picture is of me and Dustin at the MAA 150th Gala two years ago. The last picture is us at our Junior year homecoming dance. I love doing these Flashback Friday it lets me dig into some of my old photo album's and see how much we have changed.
Year 2007
Again, what in the world was I thinking with those bangs and the short hair cut...yuck!
Year 1999
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Wednesday, April 1, 2009
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