"Your spirit is the true shield."
from Art of Peace
Boldy venturing where men dare not linger.
Read on and fall sound asleep
Wayne’s brain.
I ran across a video by a rocket engineer that renews my hope that Americans have not yet given up. I hear all around me comments about the money wasted in space. And demands to quit wasting the money since we have so many needs here on earth. To those naysayers I have one question. When did the rocket loaded with money get launched? Every penny spent on space has gone to humans here on earth. That is called jobs and jobs help create wealth. But, never mind because those who yearn for a true space exploration are already sold and the others are gonna complain even when the wealth begins to pour in from mining the asteroids for metals and water.
Click the picture to watch the video.
I hate NASA for its 30 years of obstruction in the development of manned space exploration.
Since my last entry I have quit taking some medicines and seem to feel different. I still do not do much because the pain becomes immobilizing very quickly.
Friday I saw Henry VI part 3. Supposedly that was the first ever performance of part 3 in Texas. I have now seen all three parts and I plan a whole day of Henry VI August 7 starting at 10 am. I am going to stay in an Inn near Brenham rather than drive all the way back to Houston.
We have had a good rain here. Rain steadily from about 3 pm to 6 pm. Tomorrow I need to clean the Koi pond filter and cut down the broken limb on the Oak in the front yard. I have had no one stop and offer to do the job. I need to rent a small chain saw at Home Depot.
Today I had flowers put on the altar at my church in honor of our first borne’s birthday. I believe we are going to Austin to visit her on her birthday. Click the picture for a larger view.
I have had flowers on the altar ever month this year for family either in memory of those who have gone ahead or in celebration of their birthdays. Today while looking at the flowers for Leigh I kept think of my mother. Some of my earliest memories are of me handing mom a clutch of flowers I picked on the way home from school. Whether they were pretty or not, whether they were wild or stolen from somebody’s flowerbed, whether they were wilted or fresh she always put them in a vase and made me feel great. I never, however, ever found a flower as pretty as my mom. Gone these 34 years and I still yearn for her hugs. Below is a poem Hilda sent me about being a mother. Enjoy and then like me shed a small tear for your mom.
 | 07/19: Father God, thank you for hearing our cries. Continue to give us your peace as we face each challenge. Amen. 07/20: Gracious God, may we ever be conscious of the blessings you have given and willingly share them with others. Amen. 07/21: Dear Lord, help us to discover our purpose and to live it in ways that bring us closer to you. Amen. 07/22: Teach us, God, to trust in you, to follow your ways, and to live according to your will. Amen. 07/23: Dear God, break through the din of our routines so that we may hear the cry of those who are struggling and find ways to extend to them your love and friendship. Amen. 7/24: Dear God, grant us eyes that see your power all around us so that we do not fear enemies in this world. Amen. The prayers are from the Upper Room. For your own free E-Mail Devotional visit : http://www.upperroom.org/devotional/email/ | |
Before I was a Mom,
I never tripped over toys
or forgot words to a lullaby.
I didn't worry whether or not
my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.
Before I was a Mom,
I had never been puked on.
Pooped on.
Chewed on.
Peed on.
I had complete control of my mind
and my thoughts.
I slept all night.
Before I was a Mom,
I never held down a screaming child
so doctors could do tests.
Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night
watching a baby sleep.
Before I was a Mom,
I never held a sleeping baby just because
I didn't want to put her down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces
when I couldn't stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small
could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much. I never knew I would
love being a Mom.
Before I was a Mom,
I didn't know the feeling of
having my heart outside my body.
I didn't know how special it could feel
to feed a hungry baby.
I didn't know that bond
between a mother and her child.
I didn't know that something so small
could make me feel so important and happy.
Before I was a Mom,
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night
every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth,
the joy,
the love,
the heartache,
the wonderment
or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much,
before I was a Mom.
”If you hold a cat by the tail you learn things you cannot learn any other way.”
Mark Twain
SGGP
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