It's Cornerstones of Liberty Thing

Dear America,

"...America has always been the land of dreams because America is a nation of true believers. When the pilgrims landed at Plymouth they prayed. When the founders wrote the Declaration of Independence, they invoked our creator four times, because in America we don't worship government we worship God. That is why our elected officials put their hands on the Bible and say, 'So help me God,' as they take the oath of office. It is why our currency proudly declares, 'In God we trust,' and it's why we proudly proclaim that we are one nation under God every time we say the pledge of allegiance. 

The story of America is the story of an adventure that began with deep faith, big dreams and humble beginnings..."

...Just a snapshot for the family album -- for more of the Trump commencement speech, @Liberty University.....hit this: May 13, 2017 .

So given it's Mother's Day, and given little miss gthang here just loves taking twists and turns with the news...doesn't  this soft curve in the commencement describe somewhat just how motherhood happens?  The triad of deep faith, big dreams, and humble beginnings align with a bang --  no matter how frightening the reality of being totally unprepared for such a big adventure may be; and no matter if the little pitter-patter of little matter was fully expected, maybe even planned, or not --  when that scrumptious little thing pops out, we step forward in faith one sleepless night at a time. [And no worries for the naysayers; God made it -- the creation process -- so natural and beautiful and wonderful, that even non-believers can do it, too...and isn't that brilliant and awfully gracious.]

For those of us who live and love and have our being through this kind of faith in God, we often compare it to building our house upon The Rock -- a foundation of principles, and precepts, and prayer, that was not only preordained in prophecy as written in the Bible, but with every brick and mortar and commandment kept, all these things combine to create the very cornerstone of our existence!  From the pilgrims to the modern day family, the story of America has grown 300 million strong, all in God's image, predominantly as a nation of believers (fact); and as Joel Osteen proclaimed just this morning, we should also recognize that each one of us is "God's favorite child."   For more of that good stuff, just go to sermon #725, "Knowing you are Loved."

But back to the family corner stone:  Cornerstones are essential -- for everything else depends upon planting that puppy correctly, right from the start.   It's supreme purpose is to anchor -- the longevity and security of something requires its unyielding existence and resistance to erosion; we are speaking of firm, unshakable, remarkable and indispensable, pillars of civilization kinds of things.

This goes to the heart of the profound and enlightened vision of our founders -- to co-create with God one sleepless night at  time, through a revolution and beyond.

And since today is all about mothers (fathers will have their day,all in due time my pretties), dare we agree that from the start -- the makings of faith, dreams, and humble beginnings begin to grow up, too, expanding ever so slowly into the roll,  revealing every unknown, with the same great American spirit that embraces risk and reward and all;  eventually, with a whole lot of luck, dexterity, and grace, crowning mom another family cornerstone becomes fit for a Hallmark holiday,  

Relating to all things household:   having the omniscience and omnipotence of knowing where everything is on any given day, from whipping up a splendid hot meal with nothing but leftovers and a well honed pantry, from having the capacity to understand the incomprehensible, to right the wrongs, and  even get a giggle in the most challenging of times, mama becomes the glue of everything and nothing within the confines of family.  In hindsight of my own childhood, even the little bit of yelling and the screaming could be strangely deemed something out of sainthood.  

[Just love this op-ed, Our Mothers As We Never Saw Them, from Edan Lepucki, in the New York Times.  Even though it's truly a good read, in full disclosure, my googly-eyed trance is more because my own girl sent me this link.  Being on opposite coasts this Mother's Day almost goes unnoticed with these feelings of connectivity and mutual appreciation bridging the miles and under-girding our bond ...how I love that girl so.] 

Just as President Trump noted,"[W]hen the founders wrote the Declaration of Independence, they invoked our creator four times, because in America we don't worship government we worship God,"   and thereby, the responsibility of teaching the nation's cornerstones, such as this, falls directly to the parent(s).  And having said that, even the First Amendment of the Constitution can only go so far -- for every generation must FIGHT for it --- taking the time to understand it, to respect it, to protect it, securing it six ways to Sunday, allowing it to fully permeate the hearts and minds of every American who comes along, believers and non-believers alike.  It is through this kind of process of citizenship by osmosis, that we celebrate being active participants who have a duty to be in the constant motion of elevating our virtues and passing it on to all we come in contact.  

It's a constant push, really; almost feels like it will never end.

It's like the most magnificent push ever....with the kind of strength and force only heaven could conceive, something unseen becomes known -- even given a name.   Hello, my name is First Amendment; hello, my name is America; hello, my name is Self-Reliance; hello, my name is Independence; hello, my name is FREEDOM OF Religion, middle name FREE EXERCISE THEREOF; hello, my name is Favorite, Exceptional, You Name It!  It's a fun game, isn't it... think a mom made it up when she ran out of Cheerios and there was still another 45 minutes of errands to run with two hungry mouths to feed and kicking and screaming in the backseat.

[ooooh which reminds of another good read...The Left's War on Free Speech, by Kimberley Strassel.  It is in April's  Imprimis from Hillsdale College.  The well researched narrative on how The Left intimidates and threatens and bullies its way through the world, from sea to shining sea, taking a jack hammer to the nation's cornerstones is only one aspect of it; the best part is how she begins -- telling a story from around her own dinner table.  so precious, so precious]

Just as nature and nurture begins with the Creator, let's be real -- in oh so many ways, the day to day operations are carried out on the backs and side hips of moms everywhere; and this just so happens to be one day out of 365 when we get to honor that.   And oh honey, your mama doesn't need a thing, I'll just make a sandwich or something and watch a little T.V. ;)

The thing is, a good and decent culture --  one that mirrors our Maker and is modeled after the examples given by our elders, one that teaches the finer points of America's exceptional foundation -- is built upon the cornerstones, one mama at a time, from generation to generation.  It's a rather simple operation if left free to be you and me.   And while fearing the boys within range are getting their fruit-of-the -loom's in a wad, let not your hearts be troubled -- when Father's Day arrives, this girl won't have to say much of anything --  just a sex change later and it's a  transcontinental goldenboy blog.  bada boom bada bing (teehee  I know -- sometimes, I even amaze myself.)

In closing, let's return to Liberty and one more thing from Trump:

I know that each of you will be a warrior for the truth, will be a warrior for our country, and for your family. I know that each of you will do what is right, not what is the easy way, and that you will be true to yourself, and your country, and your beliefs. In my short time in Washington I've seen firsthand how the system is broken. A small group of failed voices who think they know everything and understand everyone want to tell everybody else how to live and what to do and how to think. But you aren't going to let other people tell you what you believe, especially when you know that you're right.

amen to that.  amen to that.

And last, but not least, I love you, mama -- may my kisses cross the blogosphere and greet you, today and every day, for I AM nothing without you.

Make it a Good Day, G

It's All About This Little Light of Mine Thing

Dear America,

"I have to say that the world is a mess. 

I inherited a mess. 

Whether it's the Middle East. 

Whether it's North Korea. 

Whether it's so many other things. 

Whether it's in our country, horrible trade deals. 

I inherited a mess. 

We are going to fix it. 

We are going to fix it."  

Big T

there ya go (and thank you Real Clear Politics for the real clear video diary, attached);

and what a delicious press conference that was, with that hunka munka King Abdullah II of Jordan!  Yum :)

So Yesterday, so to speak, on the old GThing -- it somehow or other turned into days ago; as a little reminder, a truly upsetting book about sandwiches collided with another real page turner, a Japanese method of tidying up; that little book referred to itself as "life-changing magic" -- and all I can add to that is a big fat indeed.

After reading, closet cleaning, shredding and shedding and vacuuming, this girl promptly went to work untangling a twelve year relationship and releasing it into the cosmos with every emotion from piss to bliss.  It would seem in the madness to sweep each other off our feet, after pure attachment grew and grew, after the threads of life and love thoroughly and completely knotted up into a rather untidy ball, something about it no longer fit in the room; the more my heart tried to wrap itself around it and hold it tight, the more uncomfortable it was; it was if suddenly, this girl realized she accidentally inherited a complete mess, and everything became so clear.  This girl found herself twelve years a wave goodbye, like, real clear.

Some might say the girl went nuclear; but then again, what's the point in having these options if we don't sometimes use them, right?

And speaking of which, 

way to FILIbuster;

and hot damn our US SENATE

  throwing down the bomb!

but back to me,

nobody puts baby in a corner, a closet, or heaven help me, on perpetual hold.  eh eh eh wrong again.

Joel Osteen's Sunday sermon was entitled, "Trouble is Transportation;" nothing happens by accident or without a reason...that we don't grow in the good times, but only through our troubles....as it takes us to places unknown...growing organically through what the experiences bring and the character it reveals....and finally, that people don't determine our destiny, God has the final say....all of which is sparkly and spot clean true, to which all I can add, is a big fat indeed!  [love that Osteen]

The thing is, making the decision wasn't a snap decision at all; it was a heavy heart that grew strong enough, resolute enough, and calm enough, to make it so, like a crystal clear wrecking ball made of diamonds and filled with unmet dreams and a patient purpose making its way through years of being kept in the dark, to where, finally, the path reveals itself in all it's glorious splendor in the phase we may as well call, what's next.  At this point, it almost doesn't even matter.

To some observers, it's an about-face; to others, it's an 'about-damn-time.'  Certainly, at this point, it doesn't even matter what you or I call it, for it's just done.  In the great scheme of things, it's just a completed season in the life of one little girl who happens to be sitting upright in the hand of God and waiting for further instructions.  Nothing is by accident, and everything is going according to plan.

Fear doesn't live here no more, no more.

And just as the president points out that, militarily speaking, he's not going to say what's next in the plans, nor telegraph to the world his every move as to where he's going and when, with all due respect; likewise, this girl is feeling a certain solidarity with the concept of mystery, and keeping the people waiting in the unknown (as if I have people; but gotta love what happens in the details, she-tales, right). 

Sunday's message, from Osteen, included a short story about a guy who played a little baseball.   He came home from the war, and started to play ball with the Detroit Tigers, and three years in, an injury took him out of the game permanently.  One day, to please his father, he went to work at a friend's pizza joint, working for free; he just had to leave his house and show up somewhere, everyday, to continue to live under his father's roof.  Long story shorter, he eventually started his own pizza place, and in turn, it kinda grew.  And grew.  And grew.  And one day, the franchise owner of Little Caesar's, Mike Ilitch, grew up into the position of owner of the Detroit Tigers...etc....

[Ilitch is no longer with us, bless his soul...]

But seriously serious -- 

Splendid, indeed, is the mystery of how the world is messy and orderly, congruently, from one moment to the next, isn't it?  Delta Delta Delta, can I get an amen?

So in the presence of being totally aware that I am infinitely unfinished, my life takes on a brand new vision like a lady in waiting, or a girl on a mission; a new me is out of the closet and wonders never cease. Here we go again and what a thrill it is!  Thanksgiving is taking me by the hand, confidence accompanies me in my every step out, and just maybe, baby needs a new pair of shoes; oh what a feeling -- a meeting of the minds between King Abdullah II of Jordan and President Trump can't touch this; real clear personal life, check.  And a stealthy we will go, we will go.   

God bless America; it's gonna be a good day no matter what happens, for this little light of mine knows how to shine all by herself; no surprise there, considering my preference for eggs is sunny side up.  Anyone can do it, really; if we look up long enough, in earnest, in praise, in thanksgiving, the Light will find us and shine down upon us and bring us peace.

Make it a Good Day, G

It's Just a Start to an Era of Another Kind of Creation Thing

Dear America,

"Don't use your energy 

to feed your history; 

use your energy 

to feed your destiny."  

Joel Osteen

indeed.

ah the power of positive thought.

There is strength in taking command of what we think about, for it is proven, that what we think about expands.

Such is the explanation of creation itself -- for creation began with GOD having one thought, and then another, and then another, and so on, and so on, and now here we are.   Boom.  

And as we enter this new age of what might be best described, as a return to an age of TO GOD be the GLORY -- given the witness of President Donald John Trump's Inauguration, when he said "and, most importantly, we are protected by God!" -- let us then give thanks and praise. 

[This is hilarious, I asked google for "inauguration most prayers" and got, "Did you mean: inauguration has most players?"  I kid you not.  And realizing that the number of prayers -- 6 -- has already made big news, the confusion of google is shameful, and yet, unnecessarily not hard to explain, given it's widely recognized, company-wide bias....And what a Freudian slip, eh, given the number of players really in the audience, right?   But let's not digress.  Let's just get a good giggle and move on, shall we?]

And yet again!    As the search to find a good link to the transcript of Trump's speech was corrupted right from the start.  Typing in "Trump inauguration speech" --- google immediately pulls up the leftist views and copy, beginning with CNN, an outfit we might as well consider counterfeit, considering it was just caught publicizing fake news,..even Chuck Todd thought so.  Then, it quickly deteriorates into a string of leftist commentary, along with anyone else who articulated a disparaging thought  (like, George Will).   [So, this old  G Thing just added "Fox News" and took control of it all, navigating the riff-raff takes great skill, doncha know; ask what a leftist would do, and do the opposite. tee hee.  Can a girl get an amen?]

And sure, Trump goes low -- based on reality -- before he goes high, and stays there...

Trump:  

"But for too many of our citizens, a different reality exists: Mothers and children trapped in poverty in our inner cities; rusted-out factories scattered like tombstones across the landscape of our nation; an education system, flush with cash, but which leaves our young and beautiful students deprived of knowledge; and the crime and gangs and drugs that have stolen too many lives and robbed our country of so much unrealized potential.

This American carnage stops right here and stops right now."

to which he responds...

"We are one nation – and their pain is our pain.  Their dreams are our dreams; and their success will be our success.  We share one heart, one home, and one glorious destiny.

The oath of office I take today is an oath of allegiance to all Americans."

Just love that part, of sharing "one heart, one home, and one glorious destiny."

Now, is this president going to be the most eloquent of prezzies we've ever had?  Ah, no.  That award would probably be a tie between George Washington and Ronald Reagan -- with an honorable mention quite possibly to Barack Hussein Obama.  However, it must be said, Barack forfeits the award upon his own undoing, for he didn't really mean a word he said, nor did he ever wish to recognize -- let alone grant his full allegiance -- to the true foundations this country was made. Obama was all talk; while his actions were all criminal when it comes to protecting the republic, the United States of America.  And that is just the truth.

Of course, to highlight the inauguration also comes with a few low-lights; that being, the protesters on the day of, as well as, the women's march, celebrated the day after....ugh.

Here's a thought -- I don't seem to recall the right behaving badly when Obama was inaugurated.  Anyone? Anyone remember the right protesting on the streets of D.C. on either one of the inaugurations, complete with setting limos on fire and throwing harmful objects at the police?

Here's some old news just for kicks.

And now here's an affirmation this girl is pretty sure we can believe in -- back to President Trump:

From this day forward, a new vision will govern our land.

From this moment on, it’s going to be America First.

When you open your heart to patriotism, there is no room for prejudice.

The Bible tells us, “how good and pleasant it is when God’s people live together in unity.”

We must speak our minds openly, debate our disagreements honestly, but always pursue solidarity.

When America is united, America is totally unstoppable.

There should be no fear – we are protected, and we will always be protected.

We will be protected by the great men and women of our military and law enforcement and, most importantly, we are protected by God.

Amen.

You know what I miss; I miss Madonna just making beautiful music for a living.  Of course, it's her old stuff this girl really clings to, so feel free to slap me; while, if being honest, when she was following Kabbalah, it might even be said that she had seen the light, cleaning up her act just a wee bit; assuming, after spending a fair amount of energy searching and finding a spiritual life force deep down inside her. Her Ray of Light album, for starters, surely a testimonial.

But if we were to string along her history, her HERstory, really -- we might actually be not so surprised to see that provocative motivations and glittering sparks of sexual, objectifying, raunchy, and clearly a penchant for exhibiting rather highly unladylike behavior, (even with Rocco, her son, on stage) made Madonna who she is, made her a star, and continues to rule her career house to this day.  

She has made hundreds of millions of dollars off of making herself a sex symbol, if not actually participating in making a mockery of humanity's relationship with sexuality and our connection to creation itself, no matter how rooted in feminists wiles she claims to be, thus, any and all credibility is lost.   And how the organizers of this march thought Madonna would strike just the right chord, is crazy stupid.  And you can quote me on that.

here she is -- (grateful to elle for the link)

"...Welcome to the revolution of love. To the rebellion. To our refusal as women to accept this new age of tyranny. Where not just women are in danger but all marginalized people. Where people uniquely different might be considered a crime. It took us this darkness to wake us the fuck up.

It seems as though we had all slipped into a false sense of comfort. That justice would prevail and that good would win in the end. Well, good did not win this election but good will win in the end. So what today means is that we are far from the end. Today marks the beginning, the beginning of our story. The revolution starts here. The fight for the right to be free, to be who we are, to be equal. Let's march together through this darkness and with each step. Know that we are not afraid. That we are not alone, that we will not back down. That there is power in our unity and that no opposing force stands a chance in the face of true solidarity.

"And to our detractors that insist that this March will never add up to anything, fuck you. Fuck you. It is the beginning of much needed change. Change that will require sacrifice, people. Change that will require many of us to make different choices in our lives, but this is the hallmark of revolution. So my question to you today is are you ready? I said, are you ready? Say yes, we are ready. Say, yes we are ready. One more time: you're ready.

"Yes, I'm angry. Yes, I am outraged. Yes, I have thought an awful lot of blowing up the White House, but I know that this won't change anything. We cannot fall into despair. As the poet, W.H. Auden once wrote on the eve of World War II: We must love one another or die.

"I choose love. Are you with me? Say this with me: We choose love. We choose love. We choose love."

I only painted it pink to match the pink cat caps, the so-called p****hats, that the greater part of the crowd was donning.  Oh yes, that visual will stick with us, and then some, and not in a good way.

Don't you just love how she begins with this "revolution of love" theme, while spitting out f-bombs and telling the crowd she "thought an awful lot of blowing up the White House."  Really?  I watched you, Madonna, and a scene of "a whole 'lot of love" would not be the first thing to come to mind. 

Beginning with militant outrage, and threatening harm to the people's house -- while basically dismissing the entire half of America (including women) who voted for Trump -- tells me there is no brotherly love in the conversation to speak of, when it comes to your approach.   

This is love?    This is how you choose love?  

...Just after you bitch slap your detractors, calling out a big "...fuck you.  fuck you...."   Even if I were to say "fuck you" back, where would that get us?  How is this the right place you want to start?

Let me know when you want me to take you seriously, k.  I mean, seriously.

What a hot mess.   

And you, too, Ashley Judd....reading that poem, "I Am A Nasty Woman"....

here ya go:  

I am a nasty woman. I'm as nasty as a man who looks like he bathes in Cheetos dust. A man whose words are a distract to America. Electoral college-sanctioned, hate-speech contaminating this national anthem. I'm not as nasty as Confederate flags being tattooed across my city. Maybe the South actually is going to rise again. Maybe for some it never really fell. Blacks are still in shackles and graves, just for being black. Slavery has been reinterpreted as the prison system in front of people who see melanin as animal skin. I am not as nasty as a swastika painted on a pride flag, and I didn't know devils could be resurrected but I feel Hitler in these streets. A mustache traded for a toupee. Nazis renamed the Cabinet Electoral Conversion Therapy, the new gas chambers shaming the gay out of America, turning rainbows into suicide. I am not as nasty as racism, fraud, conflict of interest, homophobia, sexual assault, transphobia, white supremacy, misogyny, ignorance, white privilege ... your daughter being your favorite sex symbol, like your wet dreams infused with your own genes. Yeah, I'm a nasty woman — a loud, vulgar, proud woman.
I am not nasty like the combo of Trump and Pence being served up to me in my voting booths. I'm nasty like the battles my grandmothers fought to get me into that voting booth. I'm nasty like the fight for wage equality. Scarlett Johansson, why were the female actors paid less than half of what the male actors earned last year. See, even when we do go into higher paying jobs our wages are still cut with blades sharpened by testosterone. Why is the work of a black woman and a hispanic woman worth only 63 and 54 cents of a white man's privileged daughter? This is not a feminist myth. This is inequality. So we are not here to be debunked. We are here to be respected. We are here to be nasty.
I am nasty like my bloodstains on my bed sheets. We don't actually choose if and when to have our periods. Believe me if we could some of us would. We do not like throwing away our favorite pairs of underpants. Tell me, why are pads and tampons still taxed when Viagra and Rogaine are not? Is your erection really more than protecting the sacred messy part of my womanhood? Is the bloodstain on my jeans more embarrassing than the thinning of your hair?
I know it is hard to look at your own entitlement and privilege. You may be afraid of the truth. I am unafraid to be honest. It may sound petty bringing up a few extra cents. It adds up to the pile of change I have yet to see in my country. I can't see. My eyes are too busy praying to my feet hoping you don't mistake eye contact for wanting physical contact. Half my life I have been zipping up my smile hoping you don't think I want to unzip your jeans. I am unafraid to be nasty because I am nasty like Susan, Elizabeth, Eleanor, Amelia, Rosa, Gloria, Condoleezza, Sonia, Malala, Michelle, Hillary!
And our pussies ain’t for grabbing. There for reminding you that our walls are stronger than America's ever will be. Our pussies are for our pleasure. They are for birthing new generations of filthy, vulgar, nasty, proud, Christian, Muslim, Buddhist, Sikh, you name it, for new generations of nasty women. So if you a nasty woman, or you love one who is, let me hear you say, hell yeah.

Wow.

ROCK ON FREE SPEECH.  rock on. 

[and thank you Real Clear Politics for publishing the entire poem...for it was hard to find! And by golly, this poem is truly Real clear in it's politics.  and crazy, right, I am, I am.]

And more than that, I am a nasty woman with the courage to say this poem does not speak for me.

Question is, would the Nina Donovan's and Ashley Judd's and Madonna's of this world, consider ME, G, another breed of nasty woman worthy of their respect, even while I beg to argue with nearly every cotton-pickin', narrow-minded, ideology driven and fully buried into the ground, diary of a leftist wet-dream, they love to sow....while sorely clinging to history, rather than, joining in unity, with the forces and energies now un-tethered, released in the spirit to create something good, a better future, a destiny unimaginable to the naked eye, for ALL Americans?

The actions and prejudices of the organizers of the march say otherwise, see here.  

To the creators of THIS REBELLION afoot, don't take my power away, I AM WOMAN TOO...how dare you try to corner the market on this marginalization effect.  Speaking from my experience, being a conservative, Christian, pro-life kinda girl -- I AM vilified every single day in America; it's like having three strikes against me from the moment my little toes hit the floor. and yet, look at me go.  Add white girl to it, and we've got ourselves a hat trick.  Oh Hear me roar.  I AM so tired of weenies.

Indeed, it is just part of the equation for each and every one of us in this great land is your land, too --where the pursuit of happiness is ours for the making, where to speak our peace is ours for the taking, where to live in a land where you are not locked up for just the freedom and liberty to say just so, is ours for the hating....For in AMERICA, even in our unity we are not all the same.

What can I say, this is turning into a long day, a loooooooooong blooooooooooooog day-- this is what we get for being a little pent up, right Madonna? Right Nina?  Right Ashley?   A girl has to spew when a girl has to spew, and may that be a lesson to you, oh nasty woman frenemies of mine.   love you.   mean it.

oh I am a greater good kind of girl

And finally, 

think it was Brit Hume who said it best on Friday; he said, generalizing, that Obama's legacy could be narrowed down to two words...."Donald Trump."   For it was Obama's actions, direct and indirect, seen and unseen, that ultimately created his legacy -- a legacy now up in smoke; in the end, when all is said and done, it was Obama's leadership that led America to this.....the opening of a very special door, the White House, to a Donald J. Trump Administration.  oh yes we can and yes he did.

Obama had his chance and is now history.  The future is ours for the making all over again, let us give thanks and praise; for in reality,  it is In God We Trust.  The more we step aside, the more Divine Providence comes about to do its thing for the common good, the common man, woman and child.  

Oh yippie ki yay.

Here we go.

"Don't use your energy 

to feed your history; 

use your energy 

to feed your destiny." 

thank you, Joel.

it's a healthy attitude to start anything, especially when that anything -- is suddenly now -- very possible.

Make it a Good Day, G

It's No Present Like the Time Thing

Dear America,

"There's no present like the time."

The understatement on the day.

It's courtesy of Babul, 

and just a line from...

 The Second Best Exotic Marigold Hotel

during my usual Sunday ritual of listening to a wave of morning preachers one after the other, one of them pointed out what seemed to be something obvious -- and yet -- it wasn't.  He said that to worry is acting like a pagan, for where is thy faith if we sit and crumble under the pressure, consumed by the temporal fear of whatever is going on around us, or the things that may or may not ever be, as if God and All that God Is and All that God promises to believers, of the Life Everlasting and the Peace that Passes all Understanding, is in question.

exactly.

Where is thy faith?

In the midst of a world falling apart in the every day, reflecting upon this persistent conflict of reconciling and overcoming the things we witness on the outside with the things we know and believe on the inside becomes something of an acquired talent, over time really -- a magical feat against all odds, as the Ecclesiastic seasons come and go as they please.  [Of course, that would not be God's Odds, that would be human odds, complete with human limitations, and quickly parlaying into human results.]  

And clearly, as it would seem to the naked eye anyway, some days are just easier than others to have this kind of certain faith, while other days, we are just plum lost.

The only way our world -- this world, the only world we have -- gets better, is upon each new day when each and every one of us awakes, we individually commit to being and doing our very best, as one human being to another.

That's it.

For we all know what being and doing our best looks like and most importantly, feels like; for no doubt, this integrity within ourselves and among our fellow man produces exactly this result -- we reap what we sow.  This is, in part, what our founder's called Nature's Law, and this natural, organic, systematic, charismatic, meta-physic equation of Judeo-Christian roots soon became part and parcel of the foundation upon which this Republic was made, without question. [Dare you to look into it.]

The Founder's counted upon the generations to continue to be not of little faith, but an all-encompassing, never to be separated, free-exercising public body of believers in the Divine.  For a faithful lot is a happy lot; a happy lot is a happy life; a happy life is a happy community and a country who lives and works and does good things in the pursuit of happiness for all the neighborhood, if not the entire world, to witness and enjoy...albeit, happily.

From my favorite book, The 5,000 Year Leap by W. Cleon Skousen,  "Benjamin Franklin Describes the Five Fundamentals of 'All Sound Religion' " --- stating the following,

"Here is my creed: I believe in one God, the Creator of the Universe.  That he governs it by his providence.  That he ought to be worshipped.  That the most acceptable service we render to him is in doing good to his other children.  That the soul of man is immortal, and will be treated with justice in another life respecting its conduct in this.  These I take to be the fundamental points in all sound religion."

and thus when Alexis de Tocqueville, of France, came upon America to visit, he made the following observation:

"I sought for the greatness and genius of America in her commodious harbors and her ample rivers, and it was not there; in her fertile fields and boundless prairies, and it was not there; in her rich mines and her vast world commerce, and it was not there.  Not until I went to the churches of America and heard her pulpits aflame with righteousness did I understand the secret of her genius and power.  America is great because she is good, and if America ever ceases to be good, America will cease to be great."

Indeed.  Our conduct counts, and ultimately it will be judged; but until that day, let's just agree to be good, for it makes things a whole lot easier and better and happier for the lot that is all of us.

The only Thing of this world that is Pure Good is God.

And without a faith in Something greater than ourselves, and moreover, Something that teaches us to be good,  the more America will find herself lost in every way and pretty much broken.

As long as we are all good to one another (and good encapsulating many different things -- respectful, honorable, kind, honest, loving...), each and every one of us could walk around with a gun in our back pocket and have no issues whatsoever.  As in none.

Just love Benjamin when he says, "[T]hat the most acceptable service we render to him is in doing good to his other children."

to his other children, Benjamin says.  oh and just how much love can one girl have in her heart for this fine specimen of a human being and founding father of this great country,.. oh how much love...it knows no bounds.  

That the best we can be, "the most acceptable service is doing good to his other children" says it all, does it not?  Which is why it is so worthy of repeating over and over again and until we get it right and it's completely understood, because clearly, it isn't.  We must care for, and be good to, our fellow man, above all else, as we go about our day.  This is the time to "ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country," indeed! and thank you JFK and your inaugural address of  1961.

In summation, let's go to Sam Adams --

"The sum of all is, if we would most truly enjoy the gift of Heaven, let us become a virtuous people; then shall we both deserve and enjoy it.  While, on the other hand, if we are universally vicious and debauched in our manners, though the form of our Constitution carries the face of the most exalted freedom, we shall in reality be the most abject slaves."

All that we are now -- in America -- is a sum of all of our moving parts, all 330 million of us.  Whether we sit in the pit of worry, utterly silent, or whether we are loud and making our voices heard, marching, screaming, and telling all the world of the things that matter, or whether we chose to take the law into our own hands, all combined it is a lethal injection of a moral crime against humanity, against America herself.  Combined, we kill the best of whatever is yet to come for all us.  Combined it is a corruption of everything America is or ever will be, while only a virtuous society has the power to mend...with a little help from Heaven above and God's grace below.

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Now this girl is moving swiftly in another direction, and my hope is that it reconnects somewhere in the heart of things, but please, bear with me as I awkwardly acknowledge Trump's running mate -- officially announced just yesterday -- Mike Pence.  The announcement was delayed a day, given the news coming out of Europe, for France fell victim to another terrorist attack underneath a celebratory sky in Nice, an attack that killed 84 souls, and wounding hundreds more, if not thousands or millions even, if counting the broken hearts,  My prayers are with you all.

Now, Pence is a sound pick; my congratulations to the pair, and especially to Trump, as he makes his first sound decision in the matter of becoming the next president of the United States.  And in so acknowledging this new phase, it just so happens that today's sermon from Joel Osteen hit upon the message of the things God has in store for us -- On most days, we are unaware of the glory upon the horizon and just around the bend.   We must soldier onward and upward by right action and by our faith realizing that if  all is not well, then all is not done.  God has a plan for each one of us.  

Osteen then told the story of Samuel anointing David as King.  

As the story goes, to be found in 1 Samuel 16, Samuel had mistaken the Lord's wishes, allowing for his rather human prerequisites for the next leader to forsake him.  And finally, the Lord said to Samuel, "Do not consider his appearance or his height, for I have rejected him.  The Lord does not  look at the things man looks at, Man looks at outward appearance, but the Lord at the heart."

For in this short verse, the yin and yang of the republican ticket  completes itself; the outside and the inside form together in a more perfect union of what the republican ticket should look like, sound like, act like, and hopefully be like when finally in office.  For better or worse, Trump seems to be the guy, and with great happiness, his other half will fill the requirements of the job!   How wonderful is that! 

 

In translation, Pence is my David -- the choice helps me over the Trump hump with a sense of less panic, less worry, less holy crap what on earth is happening to America right now?!  Of course, I still have concerns; but concerns are healthy --  and a far cry from complete worry to the point of being stunned and unable to respond or act, frozen with fear,  Far cry.   and yet the tears keep coming, go figure...it's a conundrum.

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Someone once said there is no present like the time.

This is that time.  This is that day.

The present, when it presents itself to us in the every day, and within every minute of the day, has the power to change everything, for better or worse, for rich or for poor, in sickness and in health.

Pow, pow, pow pow pow!  Just like that, an Islamic extremist can plow down onlookers -- on the streets of beautiful Nice for a Bastille Day celebration -- in an horrific attack.

Poof!  Just like that,  Turkey can fall to an Islamic leader, possibly staging his own coup in order to justify a total, political, ideological sea change in the country.

Bang!  Just like that, three more police officers have been assassinated, this time in the streets of Baton Rouge.  Add that to the five others in the last ten days, in Dallas, and we have ourselves not only another hate crime, but have reached a moral decay of new lows in the ruthless attack upon our very own public servants.

And abracadabra! like magic, we can go forth to our faith, and pray --  asking for guidance, asking for how we can serve better, as one human being to another and another -- perhaps on our knees begging for mercy, healing, and forgiveness for the distance we have placed in society to the God we know and love.

today, this girl aches, sensing a pain never felt before, in all of my days...

the only thing that saves me, lifts me, makes me feel the entirety of this present moment all at once, is KNOWING, without a doubt,  there is a reason for this season in America.  Understanding we are being tested like never before, recognizing there is a God and this God is still in charge  -- of everything, mind you -- we must go forth in faith, a certain and mighty faith, unwavering.  Even when by all appearances, all may be lost -- it is not finished.

There is no present like the time.

Make it a Good Day, G

It's With a Certain Hand-picked Emphasis Added Thing

Dear America,

"Coincidence is God's way of staying anonymous."

Albert Einstein

so, on a good day -- being a girl of faith --

this somewhat nerve-wracking, accidental sequence of events -- as if the country is simply stringing it along coincidence after coincidence -- is, for all intents and purposes, just a part of the plan.

And it's like, oh, wonderful -- we can all be rest assured; God's got this.  No need to fret.

Oh but what to do with myself.

The foundation is shaking, my mind is trembling, my spirit seems broken.

Here I am, now reaching for my White Eagle handbook,  as I naturally search -- as in, to seek and to find exactly what this moment merits:

GOD WILL NOT FAIL YOU

When in doubt, do nothing.  

Be still, have patience and wait.  

Learn to be still, my children, 

to be calm and still and wait for God; 

God will not fail you."

Which suddenly brings to mind something from Sunday...Joel Osteen's message.  Osteen was like, notice how we don't have to teach our children impatience, how to throw tantrums, to give in to the rather organic, carnal nature bubbling up from the depths of our soul.  It just comes up and out, no holds barred.  Boom. 

 I'm three and I want              now.

From three, we eventually make it to kindergarten, get past grade school and if we are lucky, continue to grow and expand our horizons and develop a hard earned character that obviously makes us better humans.  It takes awhile; for some, it may even take a lifetime; for others, it may never come.

But the thing is, nobody had to show us how to be at our worst; that part of ourselves seems to come about naturally, without thinking, and certainly without thinking like God.

And when we individually, then collectively, begin to show this side of ourselves, having clearly drifted far, far away from the things that Divine Providence divined in us, how in the world can any one of us be surprised when it comes to the results?

Coincidences collide.  Consequences arrive right on cue.   

And next thing you know, it's the end of the story.  End of an era.  The end times come marching in with aplomb -- and don't look now, but look at how that ego of ours just eats it up... madly, deeply, unapologetic-ally, and without ceasing.

Yes.

Indeed.

Perhaps I am being a wee bit too melodramatic.

Now recently, my good fortune allowed for me to break for spring with my girl, home from school.  It was, coincidentally, perfect timing; for this girl, yours truly, was well on her way to committing some kind of high crime or misdemeanor, for sure, given the state of absurdity in this republican primary.  Let's just say, my patience was not wearing thin, it was gone.  The forced pause from my world ultimately gave way to being fully unplugged for over a week!  And what a God-send! Who knew?  (tee hee)

[There are no accidents.]

But there are plenty of ironies right about now...

Take for example how some of The Right have taken to Trump just as some of The Left flocked behind Obama back in the day; it's like, what weaknesses, right?    What do you mean, suspect associations?   What do you mean, narcissistic tendencies, with a penchant for throwing tantrums, name calling, and acting like he is twelve?  So we solve this problem masterminded by the political elitists by electing a populist elitist who has more money than God? Really; God doesn't need cash or credit, bullion or billions.

The biggest question that seems to continually make my head spin seems to stem from the position of character:  is this really the best we've got?   There are three hundred million of us and whether considering what's on the left or right --  this is it?   A Leftist/Socialist or some kind of right wing composite developed in a high rise in New York City like a picante sauce?  

And make no mistake, a quick study of the followers arrives at very much the same place, more or less.

Desperation made this.

House of Cards aside, Hollywood couldn't put this scenario together any better if they tried.  The conditions, the bureaucracy, the corruption, the wanton Congress, the usurpation of the law, the absence of our sovereign border protecting the very security of the nation, the demolition  of our military, the liberal re-write of our history and traditions, the growth of Washington's power grab - no matter which party is in charge, created THIS -- this natural escalation by tantrum.  Look for the perfume to come out soon...

It's not like we needed a lesson; it just happened...organically...

T  A  N  T  R   U  M  P

and continuing to repeat myself like a good politician....

On a good day, all of this might even feel like God has a plan, that God is still in charge.  That this tantrum is essential, part and parcel of things to come in order to rebuild and reform America -- an America so lost and all alone these days.  And then again, from the perspective of a rather warped world -- who needs any more of the Divine when we've got Trump? right?  

And sadly, it's not like any other possibilities are jumping up and down in tandem.

UGH.  It's so easy to feel overwhelmed.

My senses feel nothing but loss, a great sense of shame, as I struggle to take note and keep a diary of this day in the life of this American girl.  It's all a gosh darned shame thing.

The thing is, human nature is so easily ruled by our feelings; and people in power know this.  And when we can be swayed by how we feel, we not only limit ourselves, we create the future from a position of feeling depressed and oppressed at the same time.

Oh, the art of persuasion and the allure of temptation reigns high. Hmmmmm take a pill or do the work and walk off the extra weight all by myself?  America has been stuck on the quick fix for ages; we are constantly looking outside of ourselves for all the answers.

The manipulation -- whether it's from inside the Trump campaign, or the media, or the other campaigns fighting to stay alive -- is propaganda, at best.  And to be perfectly fair and forthright -- it's just the way the game is played.  This is politics.  And like Churchill once said, "when going through hell, keep going."

As God smiles down upon us and says something like...all of the answers come from within, my child.

So to end THIS day on the old G thing,
here's something GOOD from Marco Rubio, from last night, as he bowed out of the race with the grace of God:

.....That we find ourselves at this point is not surprising, for the warning signs have been here for close to a decade. In 2010, the tea party wave carried me and others into office because not enough was happening and that tea party wave gave Republicans a majority in the House, but nothing changed. In 2014, those same voters gave Republicans a majority in the Senate and, still, nothing changed. And I blame some of that on the conservative movement, a movement that is supposed to be about our principles and our ideas. But I blame most of it on our political establishment.

A political establishment that for far too long has looked down at conservatives, looked down at conservatives, as simple-minded people. Looked down at conservatives as simply bomb-throwers. A political establishment that for far too long has taken the votes of conservatives for granted, and a political establishment that has grown to confuse cronyism for capitalism, and big business for free enterprise. I endeavored over the last 11 months to bridge this divide within our party and within our country because I know that after eight years of Barack Obama this nation needs a vibrant and growing conservative movement and it needs a strong Republican Party to change the direction now of this country or many of the things that are going wrong in America will become permanent, and many of the things makes us a special country will be gone. America needs a vibrant conservative movement, but one that’s built on principles and ideas, not on fear, not on anger, not on preying on people’s frustrations.

A conservative movement that believes in the principles of our Constitution, that protects our rights and limits the power of government. A conservative movement committed to the cause of free enterprise, the only economic model where everyone can climb without anyone falling. A conservative movement that believes in a strong national defense and a conservative movement that believes in the strong Judeo-Christian values that are the formation of our nation...

...But after tonight it is clear that while we are on the right side, this year, we will not be on the winning side. I take great comfort in the ancient words which teaches us that in their hearts humans plan their course, but the Lord establishes their steps. And so yet, while this may not have been the year for a hopeful and optimistic message about our future, I still remain hopeful and optimistic about America...

...I ask the American people: Do not give in to the fear. Do not give in to the frustration. We can disagree about public policy, we can disagree about it vibrantly, passionately. But we are a hopeful people, and we have every right to be hopeful. For we in this nation are the descendants of go-getters. In our veins runs the blood of people who gave it all up so we would have the chances they never did. We are all the descendants of someone who made our future the purpose of their lives. We are the descendants of pilgrims. We are the descendants of settlers. We are the descendants of men and women that headed westward in the Great Plains not knowing what awaited them. We are the descendants of slaves who overcame that horrible institution to stake their claim in the American Dream. We are the descendants of immigrants and exiles who knew and believed that they were destined for more, and that there was only one place on earth where that was possible. This is who we are, and let us fight to ensure that this is who we remain. For if we lose that about our country, we will still be rich and we will still be powerful, but we will no longer be special.

...And I want you to know that I will continue every single day to search for ways for me to repay some of this extraordinary debt that I owe this great country. And I want to leave with an expression of gratitude to God in whose hands all things lie. He has a plan for every one of our lives. Everything that comes from God is good. God is perfect. God makes no mistakes. And he has things planned for all of us. And we await eagerly to see what lies ahead. And so I leave tonight with one final prayer, and I use the words of King David because I remain grateful to God:

“Yours O Lord is the greatness and the power and the glory and the victory and the majesty, indeed everything that is in the heavens and the earth. Yours is the dominion, O Lord, and you exalt yourself as head overall. Both riches and honor come from you and you rule over all. And in your hand is power and might and it lies in your hand to make great and to strengthen everyone.”

May God strengthen our people. May God strengthen our nation. May God strengthen the conservative movement. May God strengthen the Republican Party. May God strengthen our eventual nominee. And may God always bless and strengthen this great nation, the United States of America. Thank you and God bless you all. Thank you very much.

Magnificent, indeed.
The only thing to add is the hand-picked emphasis, above.


Make it  a Good Day, G

ps...if, at the end of the day, this girl is going to be forced to get behind Trump, make no mistake -- kicking and screaming will come first.  Just sayin'

It's a Rain or Shine Thing

Dear America,

...for he makes his sun to rise on the evil and on the good 

and sends rain on the just and on the unjust...

Matthew 5:45

so

little g watched the game saturday night, as well as the big game sunday afternoon...and in between, as my usual routine includes -- watched church over a sleepy sunday morning.

In case you missed it:

Joel Osteen's message went something like this --  God knows how to take our mess and turn it into our message...that through tough times, times that we believe test our patience, our strength, our will to survive and thrive -- we are being prepared for something.   As painful as it may be, our true and highest character comes out on top to achieve our destiny IF we learn the lesson, if we transform ourselves with right thinking and ultimately find our true purpose in life...the very thing we are on this beautiful creation called Earth and were called to do, by God.

From the Heart of the Nation -- and televised outreach of the Catholic Church -- "God wants to see our potential come to life."

And now to a short spot during the pre-show leading up to the Super Bowl...and this comes courtesy of Deion Sanders, who is just a boy this girl has grown to appreciate and admire.  He was asked for his take on the day, when he made a comment going something like this:  'you see the dance, the high step...but you forget what all I did to get there!  Using all of what God gave me...'  Lots of TIME, practice, strength of character, determination, humility, comes along with the natural talent -- God's gifts -- before we experience the celebratory moments or the moments that break us apart.  In other words, rain or shine, our character is revealed. 

And who knew, looking back at the outcome of the game, how Deion would eventually double down on this notion of how much character counts.

As you know -- yesterday's blog, It's a Cam Jam Thing -- highlighted a wee bit of the current Cam controversy.  Well, it has continued to plague him in the aftermath of the big black quarterback game (and I can say it like that because CAM built it up like that; don't hate the messenger).  Anywho -- after WALKING OUT of the presser after the spectacle, sulking, annoyed, and clearly dis-spirited...Sanders, in the company of others, said this (and bear in mind, this is also the day after Cam was named the NFL's MVP:

"You are the face of our brand right now, you can't do that," Deion Sanders said after the game. "I understand the emotions of losing, but you can't do that. A Manning, a Brady ... all these guys who are a prototypical type of quarterback in our game, they're not going to do that ever. Would Drew Brees ever?""You're opening yourself for more criticism," he said.  Because everybody is going to say you're dabbing and smiling and smiling and styling when you win... and so this is how you go out when you lose?"

AND ON twitter:

You're the favorite to win 

the game of life 

& all u have to do is show up,

live with faith,

treat people kind,

forgive & love & u win 

Truth

Rain or shine, our character is revealed in the every day.

Before we stop talking football, let me just say this -- this girl is SO HAPPY for  Peyton and the Denver Broncos xoxoxo  So happy xoxoxo   While the promos before the game exposed something quite interesting...

The team motto on the day, for the Denver Broncos: "United as One."

The team motto on the day, for the Carolina Panthers:  "Keep Pounding."

Now isn't that something...

Very revealing...

Carolina was all about the take down, while Denver was all about coming together as a team to win it.  In hindsight, as I finished the day yesterday, you may recall my wish  -- may the best team win.

Boom.

And finally, to a few tight ends on the game day:

This girl was screaming at the TV, calling for a defensive turnover in the 2nd quarter and it happened!  And I was screaming "JINX" during the Carolina field goal attempt in the 3rd, when it hit the goal post and missed!   you're welcome...but honestly, this girl is well aware it had nothing to do with me.  But let it be known that I have no doubt of my abilities sitting in the arm chair...tee hee

And NO, I am not going to discuss Beyonce and the Formation cremation that occurred in front of an audience of all ages...  Feel free to hook up to the links on you're own account, it's just not pretty or lady-like in the least bit, so be forewarned.

Lady-like IS Lady Gaga, who sang the most beautiful National Anthem, and I just loved how she softly added, "God Bless you, America" as a final thought on her own.

Favorite commercial:  Super Bowl Babies!  so sweet! and love how the message continued to build throughout the game.  Second fave:  Pantene's Football dads doing the "Dad Do's" on their girls...love love love it...and the message:  "Strong is beautiful."  

Now about saturday night's game...

United as One was a no show and sorely missed; they must have all taken an early cue from Carolina, as in keep pounding...just sayin'.  [It's like, I know I got a concussion from just watching it.]

First take away:  RUBIO may be a bit robotic, but he is RIGHT about Obama!
 (and by the way, I don't really think he is being robotic, the pundits keep pounding him with that label; but calling for his beheading is not quite the way this girl would take it, Donald Trump -- way to fuel the fire under the Left, dumbass).

Here's the thing:   Trump and Christie are both WRONG about Obama.

The issue at hand -- whether Barack Hussein Obama is just being incompetent, or whether he knows what he is doing ...in the fundamental transformation (the wrecking) of the United States of America.

And here we are --  in rain or shine -- we all experience what this administration, led by a community organizer,  is doing to America, every single day.  Each of us have our own take.

But let's have a flashback to eight years ago, during the 2008 presidential campaign, shall we?

Breitbart, here, for the back story.

National Review, here, for an update.


We elected a community organizer for president.

This community organizer followed people like Frank Marshall Davis and Saul Alinsky and Reverend Jeremiah Wright.

This community organizer had every intention to wreak havoc upon our Judeo-Christian roots, ripping them up from our foundation,  in order to RE-form a more perfect union, according to every progressive, leftist, dream.

This community organizer is who Marco Rubio is referring to when he claims this truth: President Obama knows exactly what he is doing.  When Barack Obama told the crowd in October 2008 that "we are five days away from fundamental transformation" -- he meant it --  and not only that, he knew just what he needed to do to get there!  And according to his purpose under heaven.

It's not incompetency, Donald.

It's not inexperience, Chris.

For being two guys who think they are better suited and experienced to be the next leader of the free world, it's alarming the level of naivete on this one,

Oh, and in case anyone is keeping track -- Trump deserves a pounding for how he responded to Rubio on not only this incompetency stupidity, but also for his views on universal health care, and the dust up on eminent domain, with an honorable mention going to his answer of what makes him a conservative.  He simply started with this, "well, because I think I am,"  exactly.

Rubio can keep on pounding Obama's evil fundamental transformation intentions all night long, every day, from now until November, for all I care.  GO ROBO-RUBIO!

To be fair and balanced, Trump nailed his response in support of the police force across America; and his answer to how he would create jobs -- brilliant. And spoken like a guy who just might know a thing or two about it.  good job.

Cruz and Carson and Christie made no real gains, according to me, G -- but what difference, at this point, does it make, right?

Kasich can kiss #limpywimpy and  #gobacktoOhio like #rightnow.

RAIN OR SHINE

Rain or shine, our character as a nation is revealed in the every day.

Rain or shine -- the just and the unjust, good and evil, plays out; every question, every need, every concern, every known and unknown, every day, every tomorrow, every future comes in the form of how we individually, and in turn, collectively, respond.

And it works just so every single time, without fail, and many times within seconds...like on twitter.

and rain or shine, little g will always have a say on the day. 

oh happy day...

come back again real soon.

Make it a Good Day, G

It's Just a Day for Small Revelations Thing

Dear America,

we begin another week with devastation at our feet; the sheer might, the magnificent path of terror, reveals how truly vulnerable we are to mother nature.

by the end of the day, as America watched first responders pull children from the rubble, all the rest of us could really do was pray for Moore.   Moore, Oklahoma.

Just how does Moore -- a population of roughly 55,000 --  recover when left with nearly nothing remotely close to a town, a community, a village with stores, and schools, and restaurants, and everything else we can't live without?

It is in this moment that little old g thing returns to a message from Sunday's Joel Osteen.  Osteen devoted the morning sermon to holding the vision -- that nothing good comes from a defeatist attitude.  But more than that, we must remain diligent, and vigilant, playing an active role in the making of our goals, large or small, come to life.  But even more than that, we must anchor this vigilance in faith, trusting in the Divine Providence lighting the way, feeding our soul, sustaining our every move with the proper mix of humility, grace, gratitude, and spirit of transcendence and perseverance.

But even more than all that, Osteen recommended that we literally hold the vision in our hands, see it, feel it, give life to it -- cut out a picture of that new body and hang it on the fridge, make a collage of the family homestead of our dreams.  He impressed upon us the pure necessity of instilling the impression mechanism deep within our being like planting a seed; that by placing this deep, spiritually incarnate, motivating, enduring through thick and thin lasting impression, we basically make known to the unknown: this is what we want for ourselves, for our family, for our community, for our country.

Much like the quote of Johann Wolfgang von Goethe:

 "Whatever you do,

or dream you can,

begin it.

Boldness has genius

and power

and magic in it."

Indeed.

Strikingly, Osteen reminded us that 'anything that is seen is temporary, subject to change'  -- and instantly, Moore becomes a rather poignant, horrific example.  But to better understand the context and intention -- Osteen included this thought to convince us that we can change our circumstances, our experiences, our lives for the better.   Life in the natural can not only lean upon the Unseen -- life in the natural, as a matter of record,  is dependent upon It.

Sometime during the message, little g scribbled on her notepad, Proverbs 29:18.  So returning to The Good Book this morning, this is how it reads:

 "Where there is no revelation,

the people cast off restraint;

 but blessed is he who keeps the law."

oh but G, where are going with all this, huh?

yeah,
duly noted.

Getting there.

Patience is a virtue, you know...

I got to hear Glenn Beck for about fifteen minutes this morning as I was taking my girl to school.  In that fifteen, Beck was relaying the twitter brigade out in full force throughout the night just as he was traveling to the epicenter of disaster with his crew.  Let's just say, the comments were of the Unkind kind, poking fun at the Bible belt being thoroughly belted with God's wrath.

And Beck was like, geeze, what the $%&@ --- is this where we are at?  Really?

Which forced G to return to Proverbs for back up --

"Many seek an audience

with a ruler,

but it is from the Lord

that man gets justice."

Proverbs 29:26

"Every word of God is flawless;

he is a shield

to those who take refuge in him. 

Do not add to his words,

 or he will rebuke you and

 prove you a liar."

Proverbs 30:5

We are clearly at an age in America, where God is being replaced, rebuked even.

No longer are we a nation living Under God, but a nation mocking those who believe in God, and self-righteously ridiculing the religious lot holding up the middle of America. 

While that's not all -- what began with maybe the very moment we took a moment of silence for prayer out of public schools has evolved into an all out assault against religion -- specifically, the Judeo-Christian foundation this nation was made.

• Prayer beginning government meetings are being challenged in court.  See here.  Which is funny, considering anyone in the town can step up to offer the day's prayer -- how can the town help it if those who step up happen to shape the prayer following the teachings of Christianity?   It's called the "free exercise thereof,"  in motion!   Hello!

• Religious beliefs have been ambushed and thoroughly trampled upon by the latest entitlement program known as Obamacare.

• President Obama simply leaves out thanking God during his weekly address  -- the week of Thanksgiving, of all things.  Upon Inauguration Day, the invocation for Obama leaves out "under God,"  see here.  While the recognition of being fully "endowed by our Creator" is left out all the time nowadays -- no need for back up there, just pay attention and listen once in awhile.

Our humanity is showing in Oklahoma, and everywhere.

Alarms are blaring, people.  

Radical change is transforming the way we think, the way we act, the way we respond by the root.

[Another perfect example of this -- is the targeting of Conservative Groups in the Seen.  The silencing of opposition in the press, being the second.]

Whether it is the Great Progressives of the Early 20th Century, the Great Depression, the Great Devastation of Hurricane Katrina, Sandy or the tornadoes of Oklahoma shattering the earth's record with 200 mile/hour winds, or the Great Recession of today  --- "where there is no revelation, the people cast off restraint; but blessed is he who keeps the law."  Dare I say, our spiritual lives are experiencing a great, tumultuous, recess.

Is there a correlation to all the madness?  Is there a real, life-sustaining connection between the Seen and the Unseen?  Just a girl says there Is.

Good People require a Good Dose of God -- so stop making fun of us! 
And surely as it is written in the words "free exercise thereof" --  we may practice as we please, as we see fit, as we choose, or not at all.  But as a whole --  the collective, as the Left loves to call it --  it is our duty as a people to leave the impression upon every generation that there is a God and Divine Providence still rules, or we can continue to take our chances.  [It's kinda like  Powerball, only kicked up a notch.]

Make it a Good Day, G

 

It's 44 BILLION, not 85 -- it's lies, not truth -- it's fear, not faith -- and it's a pretty big THING

Dear America,

so this little article from CNS News explains everything in a nutshell; actually, the shell is overflowing, but what's the big f&#*ing deal about that, right Joe?  (aw, remember that day?) 

my work is done.

have a nice day.

but seriously, haven't we heard enough already?

Do we not possess all the information we need to know?   Or how about this angle -- everything we ever needed to know we learned in kindergarten; how's that for bringing it down to a level of intelligence everyone can relate?

THIS Administration added 253.5 BILLION dollars to our national debt just in the month of February.  

THIS Administration buoys the market on borrowed time to the tune of 85 billion dollars a month. 

THIS Administration passed the Sandy Hurricane "Aid" bill about a month ago, pledging 51 billion dollars in "aid" to the region -- not to mention a few unmentionable pork projects, added in  for good measure [real aid amounted to under 10 B's].

Or, how about this --

if the federal government didn't go around spending the people's money all willy-nilly, we wouldn't even be in the middle of this sequester insanity; if the federal government only spent according to what they bring in -- reflective of legislating within a balanced budget --  how truly wonderful a world would that be?

But let's take a look back at that story from CNS News once more.  It points out that only 44 billion of sequester cuts are set to kick in for THIS fiscal year.  How is it that everyone in the mainstream media, and even the talking heads of THIS Administration, continue to throw around the 85 billion dollar number?    Wouldn't that number have absolutely nothing to do with the truth?  Wouldn't that number just be another lie?

Ah but don't try using that logic with Janet Napolitano; the walls are crashing in, security lines are unimaginable, and if you take your frustrations out on the poor helpless TSA, it's not going to help any of us get from here to there.

oh really Janet?

Hey, does anyone remember what happened the last time the stock market hit an all-time high?  [just food for thought...just a nut to save for later in the apples of our cheeks...or not]

The thing is, there seems to be a whole lot of manipulation going around.  Whether good, bad or indifferent, THIS Administration is arranging all the itty-bitty, nitty-gritty details of how we feel, and more important, how we respond, as it pertains to the collective body.  THIS Administration is master-minding movement, transformation, fundamental change from the roots.   And it's been a long time coming, actually.

Developing the fear factor is where it always begins, which reminds me of a story shared by Joel Osteen... and paraphrasing now --

It begins with a guy who works in some kind of shipping facility, or something, and one day he's inside a refrigerated trailer, packing and stacking, when he realizes he's alone and locked in for the night.  Long story short, everyone else has gone home and he begins to feed off the fear of being in this cold, dark environment, totally cut off from all communication with the world.  After awhile, he finds a piece of cardboard and scribbles out something like, "it's cold...not sure gonna make it..."

Well, the next morning the crew finds him.  Sure enough, he didn't make it.  He was discovered huddled in the corner under the cardboard.

But lo and behold -- the refrigeration of this trailer was not on.  It was never on.  The temperature throughout the night was never cooler than 61 degrees.  But this guy died anyway.  His thoughts were so powerful, they drove him right into his own death.

DO you think for one minute THIS Administration doesn't know what it's doing?   Obama's mentor -- Saul Alinsky --  was a master at weaving psychology, public policy, politics, propaganda, and community organizing all together to move the collective in order to control the collective.   Thoughts are things to be reckoned with; thoughts are things and can be used for political advantage and create radical change.   THIS is the kind of stuff Obama was reared and raised; this is precisely how Obama thinks, too.


But how about we close for the day on a couple of Osteen's points of light -- "fear presents itself much bigger than it really is"  and "if you stay in faith, God will deliver us from evil."

Think independently. Never assume, don't believe everything you hear, and live in truth (and certainly not within the confines of what THIS Administration tells you to think, feel, and believe).

It's not 85 billion in sequester cuts this year, it's 44 billion.  But what is 44 billion when we borrow 4 billion dollars by the end of every day?     The day we will be able to begin to save a few nuts and berries for a rainy day is 17 trillion dollars away (of course, not counting the unfunded liabilities).

Make it a Good Day, G

Hey remember when Obama said he would go "line by line" to make cuts in the budget; remember when Obama called Bush "unpatriotic" for raising the debt to 9 trillion dollars?  At the rate this president is going, AMERICA will be 22 Trillion in debt by the end of Obama's second term.