Who Will Love Rose With Me?

This little abandoned Aghan baby girl has touched my heart. She was found abandoned in Kandahar I believe.  The story came out in this Polish publication:  http://wiadomosci.onet.pl/swiat/afganistan-polscy-zolnierze-uratowali-noworodka-po,1,5252865,wiadomosc.html#fp=info
Associated Press/Marcin Gil/Poland's Defense Ministry 

I have named her Rose, because I believe despite the circumstances of her birth she is going to rise above those circumstances. I love Rose. I see hope and beauty in Rose, and there is a woman I do not know named Julane, and I see love for Rose in her too. There is a Viking Warrior, tough as nails, and I can tell, the picture of this little one has melted his heart too. He loves her as well. There is a Bible verse, “Are not two sparrows sold for a penny, and not one of them falls to the ground apart from your Father?” It goes on to say how much more important each of us is to Him. I believe in prayer, and serve the God who made this beautiful little girl. There was much discussion over what we cannot do for this child, but we can pray, and where two or more are gathered in His name .... we can ask anything. I want to provide for this child, and I know a woman who perhaps can tell us how we can provide for her. I trust her implicitly.   Her life speaks for itself that even though most of it was spent in Afghanistan and has been  full of tragedy and sacrifice, light is still in her heart.  She is not defeated.  I have sent the information to her that Rose is loved, and there are those who wish to provide for her, and make sure she grows up in a loving home.  As I knew would happen, she agreed that Rose is a special child, and care must be given to provide for her every need.  Now at least four of us love Rose.  She must grow up knowing how valuable she is to the world and to God.

I have  come to believe Rose is a very special baby, a baby who speaks to the world of peace.  If one vile film can spread such violence and death, one small miracle baby can shine the light of peace and life even more quickly and powerfully.  I am sure she is touching the hearts of so many others. Look at her... So exquisite! So perfect! That she sucks her thumb as so many babies I have held just melts me, and makes me long to hold her and rock her and sing to her... Rose is a baby of peace, a baby the people of countries the world over can look at and long to hold and rock,  and sing lullabies of peace to.

Send this to anyone you think could love Rose too.  Share the picture of this beautiful and special child with the world.  Peace comes from knowing one another, and loving one another.  

 

  I changed the picture of the rose because I wanted the rose to be the Peace Rose.  There is a war story about the Peace Rose.

Here is another picture of her posted by Buzzy, it shows Polish Soldiers finding and rescuing her.  God bless them.  What made them stop to explore such a tiny rag on the ground?  How did she survive through the night on the side of the road?  Because the God who watches sparrows... watches beautiful little baby girls.

 

 

This Is Discouraging News to Me

To most Americans "it's the economy stupid" is resounding once again this political season, but the world is smaller and smaller, and we won't give a thought to economics when the bombings and killings are on our soil. 

http://www.highbeam.com/doc/1P2-33616361.html

 I am going to assume the reader is intelligent enough to think through this information themselves, and understand the War on Terror is not over.  Priority number one with the enemy is STILL THE WAR ON TERROR.

We Enjoyed the Fourth of July So Much This Year, but Now It's August

The Fourth of July and other such holidays are a big deal at our house.  Memorial Day, Flag Day, Veteran's Day, all of the holidays when our country is supposed to stop and remember where we came from are important to us.  How we were established as a republic, and what it cost not only to establish the greatest nation the world has ever known, but what it has, and will cost to continue it's existence and status as such is foundational to our values.  There is no extra decorating required at our little ranch, our color scheme is purposely a reflection of our patriotism.  We had a special meal, complete with a special cake the grand-children baked, and swimming and canoeing in the pond.  Fireworks in our backyard with the full moon, and the children happy and full of the joy of family celebration completed the evening.  

There was one little particularly interesting event in the evening.  As I was walking to the house to get my camera, I saw movement in the rabbit cage that caught my eye, and I sensed danger there.  The two little grand-daughters were following me, and as I quickly moved to the cage they followed me.  I was right, there was a big snake in the rabbit hutch, and it was wrapped firmly around the body of one of the little white flop eared rabbits.  At first I panicked, and I could not ascertain if the rabbit was even still alive as I began beating on the side of the cage.  There was not a bit of movement from the snake as I first began the rescue.  I was so surprised to see the little gray angora rabbit run out of his hutch, claw at the snake, and then bite at it.  That is not natural behavior for a rabbit.  Their only self defense is their speed to escape a predator, and here this gentle little animal attacked what turned out to be a six foot snake.  Animals never cease to amaze me.

While I was attempting the rescue, Avery and McKenna were screaming in that pitch that you wish only dogs could hear, it is so shrill and high.  They were crying as well, they were already fast friends with those little soft creatures, and their distress was heart felt. We successfully defended our little rabbit.  I beat on the bottom of the hutch under the snake with a piece of pipe my oldest grand-daughter ran and got from the barn.  That startled the snake, and he unwrapped, and went out an unseen space at the top of the hutch.  Brian, our youngest son, had run in the house, grabbed the 410, and the snake is no longer with us, nor will he ever harm any other little white flop eared rabbits.

I could not figure out how that rat snake had gotten into the hutch.  It is off the ground by 3 feet, constructed of 1/2 hail wire, and very well built.  Everything that should have been done, all of the needed precautions, yet the snake had found some overlooked hole, crawled through, and was within the safety of the rabbit hutch.  In our recent lifetime the situation of the enemy finding its way into our safety is most represented by the events of 9/11.  None of us should ever forget that on that day enemies of this country brought death to our innocent countrymen, and mass destruction in a violent attack.  Those individuals who perpetrated this heinous act had been living among us for some time.  Never should we forget that those who share their values are still hiding among us, awaiting opportunity to wrap around our security and inflict a death hold on our country.  

Our intelligence community knows that the threat against our country and our way of life is far from ended.  Never will the day come that every person, who has for whatever reason determined that our country must be overthrown, be neutralized.  There will always be threats, and we will always need good men and women willing to serve in our military to defend, with their lives if necessary, all that we hold dear.  

The absence of my husband, my daughter and son-in-law, along with their two daughters, at most of the recent holidays represents part of the sacrifice our family has been willing to make for our country.  We know in a very real way the price that must be paid to live in liberty and safety which so many others the world over may never know.  People die everyday in places where the terrorist are most free to inflict their carnage.  Just claiming a religion of one's own choice can mean kidnapping, torture, and death in many places in the Middle East.  I understand that as great as our nation is, no nation is above falling forever without the vigilance necessary for its' preservation, so reluctantly, I bear these separations.

We never forget at our house that we are the land of the free, because of the brave!  We will remember always the sacrifices that have been made, from Valley Forge until today, and the 

names of those who made them.  We will honor them everyday.

Teach your children well, tell them what the Fourth of July means... what it costs... everyday...  So, as we enter August, remember fondly your own Fourth of July, and those who made it possible.

Never Forget, We Are the Land of the Free, Because of the Brave

This video is so worth watching, Texas Country Reporter is one of my favorite television shows, and I like so very few.  I am going to take a trip over to Bay Town to see this when Randy comes home next month.  I will plan a trip with my grand-children as well.  I am committed to telling them over and over what the cost has been for their freedom and liberty, and that the cost will never be paid in full.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lRGWUFEeXZw&feature=player_embedded

Profound Wisdom For Any Nation, I am Sure Queen Margrethe is Familiar With Them

Psalms 20 and 21 are two that are not attributed to David.  They also go together, the 20th being attributed as a Psalm of intercession by the people on behalf of the king before battle.  Then in Psalm 21,  is praise for God's granting the victory.  My favorite verses from these two chapters are verses 6, 7, and 8 of chapter 20.

6.  Now know I that the Lord saveth his anointed; he will hear him from his holy heaven with the saving strength of his right hand.

7.  Some trust in chariots, and some in horses; but we will remember the name of the Lord our God.  

8.  They are brought down and fallen: but we are risen, and stand upright.

I saw this link on my friend Buzzy's facebook.  Nothing is stronger than a God fearing nation, openly lead by God fearing leadership.

http://cphpost.dk/news/politics/51124-new-immigration-minister-become-like-us-or-stay-away-.html

I have to agree with this at the risk of sounding prejudice, I have no quarrel with any person choosing their own god, that freedom isn't granted by any nation, it is granted by God in His Holy Wisdom.  However, when it gets down to  the dregs of the barrel, and no one is left but me to sustain the battle, I will fight to the death to maintain that God given freedom for myself , my family, and my country.  I welcome any and all to my country who will respect our laws and our freedoms.  I wish them no harm, only peace and prosperity, I believe in their right to freedom as much as I believe in my own right to freedom.  My family members have crossed the ocean to defend our country and their own rights to freedom, one sustained almost fatal wounds, and I know in my heart he is constantly haunted by his service.  He would give anything to be back in the Army serving still.

The blood of my family is on foreign soil, wounds apparent and not apparent exist, all I ask in return is respect for my freedom, that of my family, and that of my country.  Don't come to be my neighbor unless you respect those God given rights for both myself and you.  Because of what our nation has been through, what it has cost, and what still lies at stake, sometimes I don't trust easily,   That is wisdom, not prejudice.  Wisdom for me, and for you as well, because if you come to my country with right intentions, you are a target of my enemies as well.