Least We Not Forget

 

Oh My God, a plane has just struck the northern façade of the World Trade Center’s North Tower. The News Media was all over this coverage, a shock in the nation, but what we did not know or even comprehend at that time, is that it was about to get much worse. American Airlines Flight 11 slammed into the North Tower at 8:46 am, a beautifully clear sky, with hints of fall in the air. Manhattan was bustling with the usual activity, no one had any idea what was to come that morning.

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When the first tower was struck, America honestly just thought it was an accident, a horrific, tragic accident. Less than twenty minutes later, all minds were changed when the South Tower was hit by United Airlines Flight 175. The beautiful blue sky filled with smoke, sirens pierced the air, and panic soared through the streets of New York. Rumors filtered around, media was all over, but at this point it still was unclear of what was really happening. The luminous World Trade Center was on fire due to two planes flying into its sides, what on Earth was happening? Panic, screams, cries, for the known and the unknown, fear of what was to come. What at the time was unfathomed, no one could even image next turn of events.

Just when we thought the worst had happened, and the world was focused on the towers and the people inside, would they get out alive? The fire and rescue workers working diligently to save as many lives as they possibly could, some losing their own lives at the same time. The News media broke through the airwaves once again, an hour since the first tower was slammed into; American Airlines Flight 77 smashed into the Pentagon. The military headquarters was hit, this was at 9:43am. This was not an accident, three planes to the count so far and all three have struck major American buildings. A Terrorist attack was among America, and a war was started on our own ground. History in the making, and sort of repeating itself as well. Just like when Japan attacked Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941. Out of nowhere did these attack surface, we were not going down without a fight. Airports were shutdown, the first time in history there were not any planes allowed to fly in or out of any airport in America, unfortunately it was not soon enough. At 10:10 am another plane, American Airline Flight 93 crashed, but this one did not crash into any building; it crashed in the middle of an empty field. Why? Where was it headed, why did it not make its destination? The reason, the passengers got wind of what was happening and they all knew that they were going to die anyway, so they choose to be true heroes and take down the attackers. Yes they all died, but this plane was speculated that it was headed to the White House. These men that decided together to take down terrorist were true American Heroes.5b8db373878b7c01308ddc4c41a7c2f1

Just before Flight 93 crashed into the empty field, the South tower of the World Trade Center, the second tower to get attacked, collapsed. It crumbled to the ground in a smoky, shattered mess. How many people were still in the tower, at this moment the numbers were unclear. By 10:28 am less than two hours after the attack, the North Tower collapsed. The world known New York Skyline was changed forever. The Towers were no more. Why did I just basically write a history lesson, because on Sept 11, 2001, the world changed forever and on this anniversary it marks 15 years. Seems as if we have forgotten something so tragic. How did we go from “Do you remember, to how soon we forgot?” This year marks the first year that freshman’s in high school will learn and study this event and they were not even born yet. https://youtube/p6yLQRF-cEU

Do you remember what you were doing the day America was attacked? I will NEVER forget. I was a young mother of an18 month old son, and pregnant with another. I was staying with my parents for a little while, the cable was out temporally so I had on the radio. I remember as clear as if it was yesterday, the news media reported that one of the World Trade center’s tower was hit by a plane. At this moment we all just thought was a freak accident, a plane losing control and crashing. I called my sister and asked if her cable was working, it was so I and Austin went over there. We sat in front of the television mesmerized with the events that were unfolding before our eyes, by the time I had reached her house the second tower was hit. This was no accident.   https://youtube/fvj6zdWLUuk

All day long, all day and night coverage. Replays of the towers falling, speculations on what had happened. The world was up in arms, lines formed at the Red Cross, hospitals and anywhere else that was taking blood donations. Churches filled up to pray for those that were lost in the towers, those that they may have known, even those they did not know. We all had something in common, we were all Americans and we were attacked on our own soil. There were lines forming outside the recruiting offices for all branches of the military, everyone wanted to help in one way or another. We were pissed, scared and wanted to avenge.

Time slowly passed, and life started to get back to normal for many people that were not directly hit by these attacks. Churches were back to their normal attendance, lines began to dwindle at the blood banks, and there was not any waiting at the recruiting offices either. How soon it took to forget the horrific attacks. The media took coverage off the TV, it was a cruel reminder. It brought back to many feelings of hurt. Social Media was not a huge factor at this time, so when the news quit talking about it, so did the American people. It began to be a distant memory. It is not spoke of until the anniversary rolls around, and this year is not any different. Is this something we should forget, or should we be reminded everyday why there are soldiers still dying overseas? I feel we should be reminded, we should never forget. We need to teach our children that are too young and were either not born yet, or very little at the time. The truth needs to be taught, not the sugar coated version that many school have adopted to spare the children. Spare the children, spare them from what? The fact that Al-Qaida, a terrorist group orchestrated a very careful and precise plan to take down America. In this world of being politically correct and not wanting to offend anyone has got to stop. Maybe, just maybe people are offended by other people getting offended. We cannot have opinions, we cannot do something without someone else saying something about what was done. Just the other day I saw a Facebook post of a simple Coke display that was designed to honor September 11, and the Twin Towers. There was outrage throughout social media, many said that it was disrespectful, others claimed it was just a display to honor the event. I honestly felt it was just a memorial to honor the fallen towers. We need to NEVER FORGET, that horrible day.

Why did this happen, many were asking this very question? While many were finding solitude within the churches, others were asking how a loving God allowed this to happen. Did God allow this to happen? I honestly do not feel as if he did, it all goes back to the freedom of choice and the world is full of evil doers. Satan has a way of mimicking God, and convince people to do the unthinkable. Since the dawn of time there has always been evil, this is not what God intended. I think about the events of that morning of September 11, 2001, I am reminded of how much worse it could have been. Yes it was horrible, many lost their lives a total of 2996 people were killed and injuring more than 6000. Think about how amazing these numbers are, what I can possibly be saying, there were countless stories that were being recalled about why they were not at work when the attacks happened. If the first plane would have struck just 30 minutes later, so many more people would have been in there offices. This would have changed the numbers drastically. One story I remember hearing is how a lady heard her phone ringing as she was walking out the door, and any other day she would have just let it ring however she stopped and answered the phone. This had a major effect on her, had she not answered she would had been at work on time and therefore in the mess of the attacks. Her life was spared. There were many stories like this one that had a great effect of the outcome of their lives. God does not allow evil, it just happens. However, he can take a negative and turn it into a positive. How many people worked at the World Trade Center daily? How many lost their lives? Too many, yes I do agree with that, but many more could have perished.

lamentations3-22-23In the mist of disaster people turn toward religion, and it was no different with September 11th, In Deuteronomy 31:6, it is clear that we all need to lean on the everlasting love of God, “Be strong and courageous, do not be afraid or tremble at them, for the LORD your God is the one who goes with you. He will not fail you or forsake you.” Churches were standing room only in the first weeks of the attacks, bibles were dusted off and opened again after years of being closed. Pastors preached love, and comfort in the mist of the tragedy that was among us. Neighbors were there for their neighbors, loved poured at the seams and race did not matter, gender did not matter, we were all Americans and we were there for each other. Other verses that were circling around and quoted, Lamentations 3:20-24 “My soul continually remembers it and is bowed down within me, But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope: The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. “The LORD is my portion,” says my soul, therefore I will hope in him,”360x225-hs-2008-16-bb-full_jpg and in Habakkuk 3:16-19, “I trembled inside when I heard all this; my lips quivered with fear. My legs gave way beneath me, and I shook in terror. I will wait quietly for the coming day when disaster will strike the people who invade us. Even though the fig trees have no blossoms, and there are no grapes on the vine; even though the olive crop fails, and the fields lie empty and barren; even though the flocks die in the fields, and the cattle barns are empty, yet I will rejoice in the LORD! I will be joyful in the God of my salvation. The Sovereign LORD is my strength! He will make me as surefooted as a deer and bring me safely over the mountains.

God is always with us, even through the worst of times.

247I am pretty passionate about the lives that were lost in these attacks, the world changed on this day, fifteen years ago. As many already know about me, I am a proud Army Spouse. My husband joined the military in December 2001. When the attacks happened in September the number of people, men and women wanting to join the military spiked. My husband had many reasons to why he wanted to join, but one major one was to defend our nation. I like most wives was a little uneasy at first, because I knew the harsh reality. He would go to war, and like so many of the fallen soldiers, he may not return. I was blessed, he returned alive. I have a great respect for all military and their families. My husband is retired now, but once a military spouse always a spouse. 249

Least we not FORGET!!!! September 11,2001.

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The Entitled America

I am probably going to get a lot flack and backlash from this post, but I feel compelled to write about this subject. I will no doubtingly show my age throughout this blog. I am not addressing any one person in general, just as a whole. I am speaking of the “Entitled” generation. What does it mean when someone states this phrase? This is a new belief that oneself is to be inherently deserving of privileges or special treatment, even without actually earning the said privilege. In America today there are young people that feel they do not have to work for the things they want, and the things they desire, they want RIGHT NOW. This reminds me of the commercial from J.J Wentworth; “It’s my money and I want it now”, except with the “Entitled” generation it’s their parents’ money and they want it now. They do not want to work for their dreams, nor do they feel they should. Take a good look around at the younger generation, what do you see? I see a bunch of babies, that want free collage, their bills paid for (just not by them), they want what their parents have and more. What they do not realize is that their parents worked for everything they have under that roof, and in that driveway. It was not just given to them. This generation grew up in a privileged world, technology at their fingertips, and instant answers. There was not any waiting period of getting what they wanted, and this has become a huge issue as these young people are growing into overgrown babies that do not have their blankie. Their awareness of world events is at a staggering low, and their knowledge of history is even worse. How are they supposed to stop future attacks and events that will ultimately cause the breakdown of the world, if they do not know their history? The future to me looks bleak, and quite frightening.

I absolutely know that I am going to take a lot of criticism over this blog and that is okay. Unlike this generation, I was raised to take criticism and it doesn’t offend me, nor do I need a safe place because words hurt. I agree words can hurt, I am not denying this true fact. Words will stay with a person far longer than bruises. However, the key to it is not letting it bother you and to let it go, it is not worth the drama. Be like a duck in water, let all the negative just roll off into the stream. Instead of running and hiding behind whatever it is that the individual hides behind, get up and prove through acting rather than reacting.

The Entitled generation, has not ever had to think for their self. The education system has really done a disadvantage to the children and their future. The whole idea of No Child Left Behind Act (NCLB), was good idea on paper and the concept was ideal. Yet, when it was implemented into the school system, it veered in a complete wrong direction. What do I mean about this, and how does this relate to the Entitled generation? I will explain, and keep in mind this is my opinion and no one has to agree or disagree with me on anything I am writing. I spent ten years in collage studying psychology, special education, and human service. I was also a substitute teacher for four years working with all different students including children with special needs. I worked as an assistant teacher for a Pre-K classroom which included children with all different needs. I have observed a lot, I saw the benefits of the NCLB, but I also saw the repercussions of this as well. This is where I believe most of the “I want it now” began, along with the internet and instant answers. Students soon learned that they could slack off and still pass to the following grade. Educators would slap a label on their record and because of the NCLB Act their work would be modified (per law) this would than allow them to pass and therefore, go to the next grade. In my opinion this teaches nothing, well not nothing, it promotes laziness. I do not blame the teachers, it is not in their control, I do not blame the parents, because to a point they are not in control either. I blame the law makers and all those that sit behind closed office doors and read studies, and test results. Which I also feel do not depict a true intelligence level, but that is a whole separate blog for another time. I have what is categorized as a “special needs” son, so I know the whole IEP (Individual Education Plan), and yes they do help and help a lot, but I also can contest to the fact that it also can hinder as well. My oldest feels he does not have to work hard to get good grades, just get his work modified and he’ll pass. He feels he is Entitled to good grades because he has “issues”, no, he needs to work for his grades or he fails like back in the day. If we acted the fool, or did not do our work, we got a zero. We did not get multiply chances to get it done, if it was due on Friday, it was due on Friday no excuses. Nothing short of being ill would get you out of that big fat zero that took forever to bring up, and usually just one zero would bring your grade down on letter grade.

These group of students glided through school and barely passed, and once they do finally graduate their current events knowledge does not exist. Ask almost any 18 or older American about past wars and why they started, it is funny to hear their answers, yet at the same time it is sad. I believe YouTube© has a video about this very thing. As an educated adult I look around and I observe my surrounding on a daily basis, and I see disaster. I see a generation that will one day be our leaders and do not have any clue to what it takes to lead a country. This will make it so easy for the enemy to slither in like a snake and over take this once vibrant, prosperous country. This country today is so consumed with the politically correct, and equal rights for all, except it is not equal rights they really speak up for, it is just an excuse to publicly act out. “I am Entitled to free college”, “I am Entitled to make $15.00 an hour”, “I am Entitled”, I am so tired of hearing these words spoken. They just do not understand life and how it really works. When they break the law, fight with the police officers, or resist arrest they are going to have to deal with the consequences of their choices. Breaking the law should never be accepted nor tolerated. Not any one person is above the law, even the law makers. I will never say that there are not crooked police officers, just as there are politicians that are only out there to improve their selves, however, that does not give the right to expect things that are just not earned.

Everyone feels that free college should be offered, and they march and protest for this entitlement; free college is offered, it is just many do not want to do what is needed to receive this money. It is called Military service, just two years are needed as a commitment to be able to receive the funds to allow college. What, did I just say that college can be paid for by the very government that is being protested. Yes, it is possible, it is also possible to earn free college through sports and academics. If it is truly wanted, the avenues will lead the way. It just takes time and effort.

I am not anyone special, I am just an average woman with average intelligence. I am a mother three children that are growing up in this backward, mixed up world that feels that they should just get everything they want. It is at best, the hardest job in the world, raising good manner, respectful kids. I fail daily, I am not perfect and my middle son; whom is 14 years old and a Freshman in High School, reminds me daily of the struggles it is trying to teach responsibility. We go round and round about his chores and why he has to do them. He thinks he is “entitled” to get out of chores because he plays football. He thinks football and having fun takes precedence over daily living chores. I realize he is just a teenage, and their brains are not fully developed into rational thinking, however this is the time to start teaching them how to become adults. I only have a few short years left to teach my children that things in life are not free, and that they need to work for it. God gave us all free will, but just as the people in the Bible they had to work for what they had, nothing at all was just given to them. Ruth had to work hard to help provide for her and her mother-in-law Naomi after their husbands passed away. Farmers were command to not harvest their entire crops, they were commanded to leave some behind so that poor would be active and work for their food. This was a community service. A lot like today, there are programs to help and that is great, except the young people of this day do not feel they should go out and work, they feel it should just be given to them. If Ruth would have thought this way she would have never came across Boaz’s field, and therefore would never have received the blessing God provided. A great football legend once stated an unforgettable quote, “The man on top of the mountain, did not just fall there,” Vince Lombardi. Working hard for something, makes it worth more than if it is just given.

Entitlement a politically correct way of saying I am owed special treatment and I am exempt from any and all responsibility. If this attitude does not change and change quick, this will be a doomed world.

Dreams

 dreams 1               What is a dream? This is a complex question, although it may seem simple. Dreams are different for each individual. What a dream means for one, has a total different meaning for another. As children grow and develop, often so do their dreams, and by the time they reach adulthood their dreams are so far off from what they once wanted. There is a rarity of adults that grew up doing what they set out to do as children. My niece is one of those fortunate individuals that always knew what she wanted to do, as a young girl she used to say she wanted to be a teacher. Now, at almost 22 years old she has graduated collage in May and has already landed herself a teaching position in the fall.  She is a very blessed intelligent young woman. She knew what she wanted out of life and she set out to accomplish it. Now she can focus on her other dreams that she may have in the future.

            I, on the other hand had no clue what I truly wanted to do in life. I struggled in school, not because I was not smart, however, I did not fully apply myself. I struggled in math, and I truly had a hard time understanding the concepts. I went through school having teachers tell me that I would not amount to anything and that I was not college material. I went through my school years believing this and it affected me a great deal.  I graduated high school in 1994 and all I wanted was to be done with learning. I got a job, and went to the “real life school” I moved out and got my own place and did my best to live on my own.

When I was about 20 I knew I needed to go to college, but I still was not sure what I wanted to do, or even if I could. I always had that voice in my head saying I was not college material. I was always afraid to just go for it. That fear kept me away from the doors of any and all colleges. I married at age 23, I had my first child at 24 and by the time I was 27 I was a mother of three children.  One day, I was looking at my life and though I loved my children and my husband I wanted more.dreams 2  I wanted an education, I decided the Fall before I turned 30 that I was going to go back to school and prove to everyone that I could. I did not have any clue to the journey I was taking on. I had been out of school for 11 years and had not studied or taken a test in that many years. It was difficult to say the least. Many times I wanted to throw in the towel and say everyone was right, I was not college material.  I, however did not quit, I pressed on. I had to repeat a few classes, but I graduated in May 2012 with a Bachelor’s of Science in Psychology.  I felt so good and loved going to school and learning, I decided to go for my Master’s degree.  This was a huge step, the classes were harder and more in-depth. I was determined to finish. I completed my Master’s in August of last year. I received my MA in Human Service. Though I started out to prove myself to others, now that my journey is over I learned more than books could teach. I learned that I was smart enough, strong-willed enough and determined to finish. My dream finally came true, a total of ten years in college, but I conquered my mountain. One of the best feelings in the world was to hear my parents say they were proud of me, it seems silly, but it is true.

I had other dreams; I recently wrote about my journey of buying my first home. That was another major milestone in my life. I always wanted to be a homeowner, and to own my childhood home is a bonus. What now, I have completed two sufficient goals?  Well like most people there are always new goals and dreams, and now that I know I can do anything I set my mind to the possibilities are endless. images “I can do all things through Christ that strengthens me” Philippians 4:13. God says many times in the bible to trust him and have faith, In Joshua 1:9 he states, “Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go”.

Throughout the Bible God reassures his children, that if they believe in him and have faith than he’s got your back. Having faith, the size of a mustard seed is all anyone needs to move mountains; Matthew 17:20.

I have a new job, working with the community helping them find affordable housing and help them set goals. My hope is to encourage them to better their selves. Give them the confidence to maybe get a degree, or their license. I want my customers to know that I am there to help and believe in them. I also set myself a new goal, I want to get my real-estate license and someday I hope to have my own rentals and possibly flip houses. I am also an aspiring writer and hope one I will be a published author.

A word of advice, do not set your limits to what everyone says you are capable. Reach high, and convince yourself that you are worth the struggle. Do not let others steal your joy, Ephesians 5:27-28 expresses this by saying, “Do not give the devil an opportunity. Let him who steals, steal no more”. I feel this could fit the negative people in your lives’ as well. Maybe it is time to clean house.  Well until next time, may God Bless you.

Graveyard Walk

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Ever since Memorial weekend I have been meaning to get out the cemetery to place down flowers upon the gravestones of my beloved great-grandparents. I grew up living only eight miles from them and every Sunday (especially in the summer) we were there visiting. I bought the flowers and I had great intentions to get out there, and then I signed papers for my house and then the moving began, then the unpacking and placing things in just the right order. Needless to say I did not make it out there, well finally today I had the opportunity to drive out to where many of my family members are buried. I began walking to their plots and memories flooded my head, I remember being a little girl and going with my great-grandmother to put flowers on graves. I, as a young child did not know or even understand the importance of this act of respect. Respect is just what it is, these are not just concrete or granite headstones, these represent the loved ones in someone’s life; whether they were young or old. I always liked walking around the grounds and reading the dates, this has not changed, I still look at dates of all those around the cemetery.

I went right to the headstones of my great-grandparents Thelma (Granny) and her husbands’ Andrew and Oscar. I never knew Andrew; he was known as Slim. He died at a young age of 42 years old. I always wished I had known him, because my Granny loved him so much.

I always wished I had known him, because my Granny loved him so much. Later she married Oscar and he is the one I grew up knowing and loving. He told the silliest stories IMG_1926about life in the early 20th century, but there was a time when his eyes would get glassy-eyed and tears would begin to form while telling a story and with that you would know it was a true and sad story.

I was only 14 years old when Oscar passed away, and it was a sad day in my world, he was almost 91 years old. Born in 1899, I always thought that was awesome that I knew someone who was born the 19th Century. He was part Indian and an oil man, and he let my sister and I do pretty much what we wanted, but we also were not allowed to misbehave either.

I placed my flowers in front of the headstone, and sat down on the ground and had a chat with them both. It had been a while since I had been there, too long I am ashamed to admit. Why do we, in this generation find it hard to take time out of our busy lives to lay down flowers and pay respects. I told them about my new job, and that I bought my childhood home back. I told them about the kids and how they are doing and I how much I miss them. I know that one day I will see them again in heaven, but I still miss their presence here on earth.

The bible states in verses throughout that one day we will all be reunited again as along as we are children of God. Matthew 8:11 says, “I say to you that many will come from east and west, and recline at the table with Abraham, Isaac and Jacob in the kingdom of heaven (NASB).

This gives me comfort.

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Once I spent a little time graveside, I walked around the grounds, like I always do. Although, I have seen these gravestones before and read the dates, something just seemed different this time. I focused more on the death dates and how old the stones looked. This always seems to blow my mind.

There are some of these gravesites that are so old that the dates are not even visible any longer. My mind wonders who lies there, is it a mother, father, or a child. What was their life, like, how old were they when they exited the earth? There are so many possibilities. As a writer my mind can come up with many scenarios, whether they are true or not.

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The Forgotten Ones

The day I went the grass was still wet from the much-needed, but wrong timing rain. Everything looked so fresh from the rain, and because it was a day after Independence Day there were many fresh looking flowers on many of the stones. This made me think, why do we only think about our loved ones during Memorial Day, Independence Day, Labor Day and so forth. It seems as if that is the only time the living remembers the dead. What made me even more sadden is to see the gravesites that were forgotten, family that does not even care enough to lay flowers down. Unkempt sites, flowerless sites, what happened? Are there not any living relatives, living friends, anyone that cares? This makes me want to go and get some flowers and lay them down. I understand that once the body leaves the earth their soul goes to either heaven or hell, and that their physical bodies are no longer here but they still deserve to be thought about too.

 

As I was making my way back to the truck, I spotted a gravesite that made my head turn and brought a smile to my face, and I just had to include it into my blog. Please comment if you can make the connection.

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What connection can be made?

Thanks again for coming along on my journey once again. Always remember, Ecclesiastes 3:1-22, “For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;…”

Unintentional Hoarder

Moving is never fun, despite the excitement of the new adventures and journeys that may be ahead. The whole wrapping, packing and stacking boxes and furniture just right so that the maximum space is utilized. Depending on the amount of things that a person owns, or how far the move is will depend on what size truck is needed. Why I am writing about this subject, because I have recently moved to what I pray is my final home.

I have moved several times in my 40 years of life, as a young woman, I moved five times, when in the military we moved four times and as a child, I believe I moved about four or five times; and each time was an adventure. Moving can bring about stress and anxiety, however, in the end when it is all over, the fun begins. Exploring the new neighborhoods, checking out the new shopping areas and so forth.

As I mentioned, I just moved to what I hope is my last earthly home. I have just become a homeowner and I do not plan on moving, God may have different plans that I do not know about but I do not plan on moving again. I just bought my childhood home and I absolutely love being back here. Along with my memories of this place I plan on making new memories as well.

As I was packing and preparing for my move I got to thinking about all the times that I moved and how each one was all different yet they were all the same as well. It is amazing how much unneeded stuff that accumulates through time. Why do we feel as if we have to keep everything? I found things hidden away that I haven’t seen or used in years, yet I still had them? Why? I do not have an answer for that, except that deep down everyone at some point feels that if they throw something away they will need it immediately. I guess it is just human instinct, whatever the reasons are, we all end to keep a lot of unnecessary junk. I decided that for this final move I would get rid of many things that have just set in boxes collecting dust, and taking up space. Okay, to be honest, I did not decide to purge things on my own I had help. The fact that I was downsizing to a smaller home was the deciding factor. Choosing what was staying and what was going was not all that easy.

Through the years there are many things that have been accumulated, having been in the military things seem to just been had; sometimes not even remembering why or where you got it. During the year that my husband was in Iraq the kids and I were sent a few things from the foreign land, these of course are on the keep list. However, there are things that I came across that I really do not have a clue to why I still have them. We have two storage units filled of “we might need this one day” stuff. Enough is enough, no more hoarding.

I have a lot of undoing when it comes to my family, I need to reteach them better habits and hopefully the unlearn what they have seen as a child and do not follow the behavior. I realized with this latest move that I have become an unintentional hoarder. This can be a huge problem and in a lot of cases it can be crippling. Hoarding is a psychological mental issue and it can be extremely difficult for some to literally throw things away. They become physically ill, or very agitated when confronted. Is hoarding biblical, unlawful in God’s eyes? According to Luke 12:15-21 it is; “And he said to them, “Take care, and be on your guard against all covetousness, for one’s life does not consist in the abundance of his possessions.” And he told them a parable, saying, “The land of a rich man produced plentifully, and he thought to himself, ‘What shall I do, for I have nowhere to store my crops?’ And he said, ‘I will do this: I will tear down my barns and build larger ones, and there I will store all my grain and my goods. And I will say to my soul, Soul, you have ample goods laid up for many years; relax, eat, drink, be merry.’ …

The bible also states in Luke 12:34, For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.” When material things become more important than anything else it becomes a problem, and God has said many times that he is a jealous God and that there should be no other master than him, for either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and money.” Mathew 6:24. I feel that the last word in this verse can be blank and other words can be substituted. There is nothing wrong with keeping sentimental things, family heirlooms and so forth, however there needs to be a line drawn on how much is too much.

Who Says You Cannot Come Home

 

There is a saying that says, once you leave your hometown you really cannot come back, nothing will be the same. I can contest to the fact that you can come back, however, things may not be exactly the same, if God is in it, it will work.

My story started many years ago, but before I begin, let me give you a bit of a backstory. I was born in A small Midwestern town, before the hospital closed their maternity ward. My parents brought me home to this little house

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My Very First Home…. Now I own it.
I grew up here and loved my little life I had. My best friend lived just down the road and we were always together. I had to move away, because well life happened. It was the mid-eighties and the country was in a recession and factories were closing and moving out of the country and business were in financial crisis. I was twelve or thirteen at the time and I was excited about the new adventure, yet scared and sad at the same time.

 

We moved down south, first Florida, then South Carolina. I am not saying I did not like living there because that would be a lie. It was great being in the sun, have little to any winter (I am not a fan of cold weather) and I was able to visit many different places. However, I always longed to be back in my hometown. I came back to visit often and each time my heart ached. I always vowed that someday I would come back, and many people told me, you cannot go back home. I being who I am, I did not listen. I moved back to My hometown four years ago this month, and today on June 10th 2016 I became a homeowner. This is not just a home, I bought, it is the very same home I grew up in as a child.

This journey started back in February of this year, a simple phone call from my mother telling me that this place was for sale. I was so excited to hear this, but disappointed as well because I really did not think I was in a position to buy. I did not think my credit was good enough, but something just kept pulling at my heart and I prayed about it and decided to try for a preapproval loan. Surprisingly, I was approved. Little did I know that this journey I just stepped upon would be so stressful and unnerving. It started off easy, pulling me in, wanting it so much. I get the paperwork completed and then the issues kept popping up. One right after the other, to finally, after being told I was approved and I was heading to the next step I was told I did not make enough money and I needed a co-signer to move forward. This devastated me, my heart was broken. I wanted to ask my parents, but at the same time I did not want to put them in that position. My mother happened to call that night I got the news and I could not hide my disappointment. As a mother, she read right through my words and so I began to cry and told her all about it. We talked for a while and then we said our goodbyes. I said a prayer and then went on with my nightly routine. Thirty minutes or so later my mother called again and told me she and my father would co-sign for the loan. God had answered my prayer, he is always there for me and knows what is best. The bible states, “If you abide in me, and my words abide in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be done for you, John 15:7. I had a dream and it seemed to be coming true.

I do not understand why, but I know there is always a reason and it is always in God’s time, and his time is always on time. There were more issues that popped up yet again, but I kept the faith and let God handle it. I did all I could, and if it was going to happen then it was going to happen. I could not change anything. The closing just kept getting pushed back further and further. The loan company got on my last nerve, every time they pushed the closing date backed they had to redo paperwork and then that would take time to finalize. I had four different closing dates, and just when I felt it was not going to happen, God made it happen.

This process may not have been on my time frame, but God’s timing is always perfect, “For everything there is a season and a time for every matter under the heavens, Ecclesiastes 3:1. Never under estimate the power of the Lord. His Will, will always be done. Psalm 27:14, “Wait for the Lord; and let your heart take courage; wait for the Lord!”. Although, I was getting frustrated I always kept my faith.

Today was a very monumental day for me, I signed about a million pages and handed over a lot of money, but in the end I received the keys to my very first house. Literally my very first house. I did come home and though it was not easy at first, there were many struggles that came my way, but I am glad I made the choice to move back. Four years ago this week I moved here to get a new start, find myself, and this week I began a new journey as a homeowner.

Evening walk in the Park

Rogier Park     Last night I went out for my evening walk, I did my usual route, I walked the trail at the local park. I love this route it is so quiet and it just feels nice being surround by the flowers and trees. As I stepped onto the path I donned on my headphones and cued up my tunes and began my step journey. My goal, to get as many steps in on my Fitbit as I could before the end of the night. I have been part of these challenges that gets me motivated to get out and move. I started out, music playing, looking around and I see many people were at the park tonight. I see a party that was set up in the pavilion, children laughing and playing. There is no care in the world for them, a carefree life. As I passed the party I then saw an elderly couple walking hand in hand, I noticed the woman had a cane and between each bench they would stop and she would rest a bit. I do not know her story; I just saw the love between them. I quietly passed them and headed around the turn and there I saw a man walking his well-behaved dog, this dog had focus and never veered off the trail; only wagged his tail slightly as I passed. There were more kids playing on the playground equipment while parents watched. This made me think about when I was a little girl and my mom would take my sister and I to this very same park and allow us to play, and some of the equipment is the same as it was 30 some years ago.

walking trail   I continued on the trail and followed it on through another section of the park, I walked down the hill, under the bridge where trains used to utilize often. The smell of the trains still lingers, there is a small stream that flows through the park as well. As I walk along the paved path, still listening to my music, my mind wanders. Often times I am in awe of the wonders that God has created. Spring is such a refreshing time of year, a new start, new beginnings, a clean slate. Spring also brings storms and rain showers, and because of the storms and rain showers we are left with new life, flowers begin to grow and sprout. The animals are producing new life and babies are born.gophers Everything is done right on time and so naturally. This is what prompts me to remember the words that God spoke, in times of rough waters keep your eyes on the Lord. In Matthew 14:28, Jesus had sent his disciples out on the water, and a big storm was brewing, in the distance the disciples saw a shadowy figure they were frighten. Jesus spoke, “Take courage it is I, do not be afraid.” Peter replied, “Lord if it is you, tell me to come onto the water.” Jesus did so and Peter stepped onto the water and he was walking on water as well. Peter got frighten and took his eyes off  Jesus and immediately began to sink.

jesus and peter    Just like spring, life will bring rain showers, some will be big others will be small either way God is there through it all. Always remember that you are always safe with God, Psalms 46:1. Psalms 107:29, He calmed the raging storm and the waves became quiet. He will do that for us in our daily lives.

In conclusion, a simple walk in the park turned into deep thought and an adventure in my mind.