Pre-Election Campaigns

Today someone sent me a photo of Donald Trump supposedly imitating and mocking a handicapped person; which of course sent me into a rage. Not anger, rage. Rage that the freedom of the press can so malign any individual in the guise of “News”.

Besides the horrific rise in false advertising due to the internet and the ability to graphically alter any photo, any caption; it generated my thinking process to what is really of value in presenting ideas to secure voter’s favor? What are truly key issues that a country should address in bringing balance into a country so torn and disheveled due to following the dictates of the Guinness Records for “firsts”.

Is it discussing the issue of abortion? Or is it the variations of marriage? Or addressing what is marriage? Is it shamelessly looking the other way when presented with the absolute possibility of blindsiding your constituents if they follow a strategic command issued by you outside of the current situation? Or is it a popularity contest? Or just another judicial ‘quilting bee’?

Which brought me to thinking about marriage, and my parents. I am in full support of marriage, if it is something that is truly a blessing to both individuals. Individuals, yes!  A marriage is a blending together, a harmonious melding of two equally valuable and contributing strengths.  And I thought of my parents. They slept in the same double bed until the last 5 years of their marriage, my mom then 82 and my dad, 70 years of age. That, for me, indicated a lot of love, respect and admiration.  They both snored louder than any freight train.  Both talked in their sleep.  But their love and respect of each other overshadowed all annoyances, and they actually slept in the same double bed for 42 years.  That is a commitment to someone you know brings out the best in you, and you in them. But is this truly a concern of Government? Should our Government be interested in what constitutes “marriage”?  Really? Seriously?

My point?  What a horror to expect anyone to stay in a marriage because they have made a public vow when lives change; relationships can begin on devious, hidden and ulterior motives that are not realized until years later.  My parents were always very open and communicative with not only each other, but others as well; but as I have experienced in life, most people are not. Most people are not secure enough in themselves to be open, vulnerable and communicative. So why should the government enforce regulations binding persons into a relationship of hell.  Is that really a topic that should be of governmental decision?  Really?  Seriously?

And that brought me to abortion. There is no religion, there is no law, there is no entity which would ever allow me to stand in support of a woman not being able to terminate a pregnancy, if she so desires, when it is the result of incestuous relations or rape or anything outside of a mutual endorsement of awareness of creating a being from the two souls. I find it completely outside of my scope of endorsement to bring any form of honor to that which was completely the act of dishonor.  As my dad would have said, “if you plant a seed, beware, you will reap a harvest, and you owe society the provision of being able to properly care for that harvest”. Which brings me further on this subject to say, “in my opinion” I am fully in support ofGgovernment surgically sterilizing criminals and men and women who live on, or work the streets. But again, are these truly issues for the Government to focus on?  Really?  Seriously?

And back to square one. Are these issues that Government Rule should be concerned with?  Are these issues that should be vocalized on the campaign trails?  Really?  Seriously?

I know my vote will go to the best application of how taxes are taken equally from all, no matter the income earned. Of rewriting Social Security that in order to collect at 65, you must have first worked in this country for a minimum of 20 years, and contributed at least a base amount of your income to Social Security fund (which such a law would do away with immigrating relatives in order that they can collect Social Security of which they have never made a contribution towards). Of finding improvements for national health care (and allowing families to include their aged family members if they so wish to pay for it on their program), national security and defense, foolproof immigration vetting, care programs for veterans, seniors and the mentally and physically challenged.  Bringing manufacturing and productions back into our country, increasing the opportunities of small community self-employments.

All of the above is only the frosting on the cake of a very, very monumental decision of whom we now have to make a choice thereof; and I have mentioned just a few of the key items important in determining my personal voter’s checklist.

But discussion of marriage rights, abortion rights?  Really?  Seriously?  Or are we really shadowing the determination of the next Guinness Record?


True Rest, Peace Amidst Turmoil

Today reading Matthew 11:29 I was so excessively impressed with the revelation of the verse as provided by Henry Drummond that I had to put it into print here.

The rest Jesus Christ affords each believer is a rest from our mind itself; a rest from the thoughts of our own soul.

Picture a powerful waterfall thundering down into a fast flowing river below. You can see a scant and thin Aspen or Birch tree, some branches so bent from the winds of time they toy with the water below. Nestled securely and peacefully in a crook of a branch that is just out of reach of the vast spray projected from the force of the water at the base of the falls, is a Robin sitting on her nest; peacefully and contentedly performing her task of warming her eggs for hatching.

True rest always encompasses two elements: tranquility vs energy, silence vs turbulence, creation vs destruction, and fearlessness vs fearfulness.

This is the picture of perfect rest in Jesus Christ.  Do I reflect this in times of stress?

Miss Peeps

I like to take my daily life experiences and find Biblical correlation or revelation of kind.

This Spring I was filling the Bird feeders for the little tiny birds, Chickadees, Juncos, Finches, Canaries, and on the last fill, made a mental note when out shopping to stop and get a new bag; which I did do.

This time however I chose to get the ‘Exceptional Quality Version’.  The bag that states the birds will be so overjoyed at the provision of such, they will sing their little hearts out day in and day out.

And, the claims are true.  The tiny little creatures spread the word rapidly that “Aunt Mary bought the really really great stuff this time!”

My desk and my laptop are situated so that I can look out onto my glass railed balcony and view the expanse of nature’s territory within my scope of life; makes for the most delightful interruptions.

This one particular morning I was hearing a continual succession of “peep – peep – peep – peep”.  Not too quick on the reflex, after about 30 minutes of this I decided that maybe this was not the repeated chatter of a young fledgling, but perhaps a wee bit of a distress call.

Looking up, I could see on the edge of the balcony was a young fledgling Junco female appearing to be doing “squats” while chirping “peep – peep – peep – peep”.

While watching her it became evident that she was performing “squats” on the edge of the balcony to build up momentum to fly the 10” to the feeder, hosting dual 8” perches.  Just as she would take off from the balcony, another bird would swoop in from the tree or space and land on the perch of the feeder ahead of her.  Caught in the adolescent world lacking flight experience, she would panic and fly back to her family nest; only to start her process all over again.

She would fly from the nest, about 25’ to a large Magnolia tree, located about 3’ from the balcony; then from the Magnolia to the balcony.  Here she would rest for a bit, while chirping her “peep – peep – peep – peep”.  Once rested from her juvenile extended flight, she would begin “squats” and chirping her signature, “peep – peep – peep – peep.”  But each time as she left the balcony for the feeder, another bird would swoop in from somewhere and land on the feeder before her. Lacking balance and control, she could not land on the available perch, but would panic and then fly directly to her family nest.  I watched as this process repeated itself for well over an hour.  As she tired, I could see that her right leg was either deformed, or injured, as it became increasingly difficult for her to maneuver the leg and it would dangle loosely and uncontrollably beneath her.

Watching her, my mind filled with scriptures about “even the sparrow….” “God provides food ….” “A man is revealed in how he treats his animals…” and so many other scriptures on kindness, compassion, mercy, love”.  And during this scriptural process, the thought came into my mind, why not sprinkle food across the balcony so that “Miss Peeps” (she now had a name expressing a reflection on her personality as in Biblical times) would not have to fly to the feeders, but rather could simply eat off of the deck itself.

I had a baking tray with a half inch lip, and about 10” wide by 14” long. I put double sided tape on the back to adhere to the deck (did not know if her siblings would join her and perhaps with several onboard the tray, would cause a shifting of the tray around the balcony) and poured a light layer of the “really good stuff” onto the tray. I then placed the tray on the deck near the edge of the balcony.

The next flight of Ms. Peeps, she instantly saw the tray.  Though hesitant to approach, her chorus of “peeps” must have signaled her Dad; because soon enough her Dad arrived on the scene. Dad checked out the tray while Ms. Peeps humbly huddled near the edge of the deck where she usually began her routine of “squats”.  Dad must have given the A-O-K because as he hoped to the edge of the deck, Ms. Peeps struggled to hop to the tray.  Hesitant at first, but never slowing or stopping the “peep – peep – peep – peep”, Ms. Peeps ate.  At first, humbly, hesitant, showing all signs of humility and not wanting to press the boundaries of approaching the provision with boldness and assertion.

The first and second day following, Ms. Peeps, escorted by her Dad, came first thing in the morning, and then last thing in the evening.  The third day was the unleashing of Ms. Peeps.  She came on the hour, and ate with boldness and courage. By the fourth day, she seemed to claim this fortune as being designated for “Ms. Peeps”!  Should any other species of bird attempt to land and eat off of the balcony, Ms. Peeps would chatter and with boldness run them off of the balcony.  This was HER private feeder, ‘Thank you very much Aunt Mary’!

Dad always stood in attendance on the final feeding of the evening, and would escort Ms. Peeps back to the nest when she had finished feeding for the evening.

Ms. Peeps never stopped the “peep – peep – peep – peep” whenever she would come to the balcony. To date, this is still her personal signature.

Juncos grow up so quickly.  Within weeks, she had grown from a ruffled feathered little soul who appeared thin and lacking in luster and health to a gorgeously groomed specimen representing the female Junco.

After about a month or so, when Ms. Peeps arrived shortly before dusk (she now only comes for food last thing of the day-and usually only eats off of the feeders) when she finished feeding, she looked back at the house window, and standing upright and very tall, stretched her right leg out behind her, flexing toes out in a full extension from her leg as if to show me that her leg was now fully healed and 100% sound.

Ms. Peeps still has a non-stop “peeps” when she arrives at the feeder.  She often will bring her younger siblings to feed off of the tray, while she feeds from the hanging feeder.  I was going to sweep up the seeds and remove the tray; and announced such to the birds, as there was no need of the deck feeder with Ms. Peeps fully healed and sound.  The same afternoon, Ms. Peeps arrived with a younger ruffled brother and 2 younger sisters, equally rough feathered and so very tiny in comparison. Ms. Peeps stood in supervision “continuously peeping” while the younger siblings ate from the tray; thus stating that “Aunt Mary my little brothers and little sisters still need the deck to feed until they become big and strong like I have become”.  The “deck feeder” will now remain until late into the fall.

Ms. Peeps has completely stolen my heart; and now when she comes to the deck with her incessant “peeping”, God fills my heart with HIS overwhelming love and passion for HIS creation.  HIS eye is on the sparrow, therefore I know HE watches over me and all who seek HIM and are called by HIS name.