Friday, November 28, 2008

The "rapture" is NOT in the Bible

The "rapture" is NOT Biblical. Read the Bible and KNOW what GOD says will happen, because He has foretold us ALL things. If you are concerned about the end, start studying now. http://www.shepherdschapel.org

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Thanksgiving

I did some research on "Squanto" the English speaking Native American Indian who helped bring peace to the original pilgrims. What I found was how much impact one man can have, at the same time, it was a little sad. I know he found rewards in heaven with God for his sacrifices and gifts.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Squanto

http://www.workersforjesus.com/f25-14.htm



I hope everyone has a warm and fulfilling Tbanksgiving this year. In America, we are so fortunate to be able to travel, eat so well, have hot and running water. Even some of the poorest among us live like only kings and queens have in other times. I pray that God blesses, guides, protects, heals and prospers all who search Him out and want His blessings.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Elfin around Drawing from the ER


Elfin around Drawing from the ER
Originally uploaded by rosethistleartworks

I guess it took my husband getting so sick he ended up needing to be taken to the ER to finally get me drawing again. I know. Weird, huh? Well, there was A LOT of time to wait for tests, etc. He's home now with meds, feeling better.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

2008 Election VOTING Day 11/04/08 Sun Rise and Clouds

WOW! God REALLY made an outstanding sun rise for this special VOTING Day. What a start!
For my American friends:Go enjoy the feeling of being able to vote that so many brave soldiers have laid their blood and lives on the line to protect. It's a great feeling to be given this freedom. But, it wasn't free. So, appreciate the gift.




Does anyone else see the horse here? I drew the outline in the next picture. Beautiful!!

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Bar Stool Economics

Suppose that every day, ten men go out for beer and the bill for all ten comes to $100. If they paid their bill the way we pay our taxes,it would go something like this:

The first four men (the poorest) would pay nothing.
The fifth would pay $1.
The sixth would pay $3.
The seventh would pay $7.
The eighth would pay $12.
The ninth would pay $18.
The tenth man (the richest) would pay $59.

So, that's what they decided to do. The ten men drank in the bar every day and seemed quite happy with the arrangement, until one day,the owner threw them a curve. 'Since you are all such good customers, he said, 'I'm going to reduce the cost of your daily beer by $20. Drinks for the ten now cost just $80.

The group still wanted to pay their bill the way we pay our taxes, so the first four men were unaffected. They would sti ll drink for free. But what about the other six men - the paying customers? How could they divide the $20 windfall so that everyone would get his 'fair share?' They realized that $20 divided by six is $3.33. But if they subtracted that from everybody's share, then the fifth man and the sixth man would each end up being paid to drink his beer. So, the bar owner suggested that it would be fair to reduce each man's bill by roughly the same amount, and he proceeded to work out the amounts each should pay.

And so:
The fifth man, like the first four, now paid nothing (100% savings)
The sixth now paid $2 instead of $3 (33%savings).
The seventh now pay $5 instead of $7 (28%savings).
The eighth now paid $9 instead of $12 (25% savings).
The ninth now paid $14 instead of $18 (22% savings).
The tenth now paid $49 instead of $59 (16% savings).

Each of the six was better off than before. And the first four continued to drink for free. But once outside the restaura nt the men began to compare their savings. 'I only got a dollar out of the $20,' declared the sixth man. He pointed to the tenth man,' but he got $10!' 'Yeah, that's right,' exclaimed the fifth man. 'I only saved a dollar, too. It's unfair that he got ten times more than I!' 'That's true!!' shouted the seventh man. 'Why should he get $10 back when I got only two? The wealthy get all the breaks!' 'Wait a minute,' yelled the first four men in unison. 'We didn't get anything at all. The system exploits the poor!' The nine men surrounded the tenth and beat him up.

The next night the tenth man didn't show up for drinks, so the nine sat down and had beers without him. But when it came time to pay the bill, they discovered something important. They didn't have enough money between all of them for even half of the bill!

And that, boys and girls, journalists and college professors, is how our tax system works. The people who pay the highest taxes get the most benefit from a ta x reduction. Tax them too much, attack them for being wealthy, and they just may not show up anymore. In fact, they might start drinking overseas where the atmosphere is somewhat friendlier.

Invisible Mother

My great, lifelong friend, Sue, sent me this story in an email. The message really touched me, so I thought I'd share. Although, I had to add my own thoughts after the message.

Invisible Mother


It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the
way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see, I'm on the
phone?' Obviously not; no one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking,
or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all.


I'm invisible. The invisible Mom.

Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more! Can you fix this? Can
you tie this? Can you open this?? Some days I'm not a pair of hands;
I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, What time is it?' I'm
a satellite guide to answer, 'What number is the Disney Channel?'
I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.'

I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude but now,they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again.

She's going, she's going, she's gone!?

One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a
friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and
she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in.

I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself.

I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this.'

It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription: 'To Charlotte , with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'

In the days ahead I would read . . . no, devour the book. And I would discover
what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could
pattern my work:

No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their
names. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never
see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The
passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God
saw everything.

A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the
cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny
bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be
covered by the roof? No one will ever see it.' And the workman replied,
'Because God sees.'

I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become.

At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride. I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.

When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend
he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for 3 hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, 'You're gonna love it here.'

As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.

Share this with all the Invisible Moms you know. The Will of God will never take you where the Grace of God will not protect you. This is beautiful and makes a ton of sense. To all the wonderful mothers out there.
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I agree that we should all be working for God and doing our best in everything, always. But. Teaching our children gratitude for all that is done on their behalf is an important lesson. I feel fathers are important teachers who should ensure the children appreciate and respect all the sacrifices mothers make for their children, so mothers aren't self-aggrandizing.

By learning to notice and appreciate how our lives are made easier by those around us, we are inevitably led back to God, the provider of all, including those around us who love us and want us to be happy.