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December 18th, 2006 / Categories: Moose Nuggets /
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I went to prison yesterday . . .
but they wouldn’t let me in.
Usually I would say that is a good thing – I’m sure you would as well. But this time I really wanted to get in. There is a prisoner there in the pre-trial section that I feel a need to speak with.
For several years now I have been ugly toward this person – and, as I said to her in a note, it was really not her I was angry with . . . my anger/hurt, etc. should have been aimed at another person. THAT person and I are talking about that.
I need to ask the prisoner’s forgiveness, you see.
There is Someone I want to introduce her to – Someone who is leading me to talk with her – Someone who has forgiven me/adopted me - and who will adopt her as His child, also.
But . . . I couldn’t get inside the gate yesterday. She has had too many visitors this week and cannot have visitors until Thursday. I have Friday off, so hope to visit her at that time. They would not even pass on that information to her – I asked them to tell her I had tried to visit and was told rather curtly that they do not do such things.
Ever tried to reason with a metal box attached to a gate with a video camera aimed at your face?
Yeah, didn’t work for me, either.
If you can spare a thought at this Christmas time, won’t you send one upwards for AV? He knows who you mean. It’s a lousy time to spend in a pretrial facility.
thanks, everyone.
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December 14th, 2006 / Categories: inspiration /
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nothing to do with it . . .
I was a tad frantic this morning – made several phone calls to folks I thought could help – none were able to do so.
You see, I work for a “secure” facility. Our doors are kept locked. We all have keys to enter the premises.
We all do – until this morning. We all do – except for me. You see, I somehow had lost my keys. It’s a pretty recognizable set of keys, too – kept on a purple carabiner (snap tool, I think the Guardsmen call it) with a long tailed rust colored suede leather fob. I use that so I can spot it, or feel it easily, you see.
So, phone calls were made to my pastor asking him to go to the church to look there – to Lessa to ask her to check my house – to Ladybug to ask her to look around where I had parked this morning when I picked up TAT – to the school where I had dropped off TAT – to hubby moose to ask him to check the house when he goes home for lunch . . . I even went out to look in this lot – but knew it was kind of hopeless because the plow had come earlier and if it was in the snow, I would not be able to find it until the next thaw (oh, in about three months or so).
Finally I could stand it no longer . . . I drove to the school myself to check – then went in to tell them what I was doing in case someone called about some strange lady wandering amongst the cars in the lot. No keys.
I drove towards home – stopping at our cluster mailbox – kicked around the snow in front of it where I had stopped last night to check the mail. (thankfully, the city plow hits our street last on the list so the snow was just thick – and cold – and WET!)
Then I drove into our driveway, parking where hubby moose generally parks. Wait – what is that poking up out of the snow? Could it be? Yes!!! It was – my keys – actually, the long tailed suede fob!
Called everyone to let them know – well, except Lessa – she has gone back to bed by now, I’m sure – I’ll call her sometime after noon.
When I came back to work bearing keys held high – everyone said “you’re LUCKY!”
Nope, friends, LUCK had NOTHING to do with it. Prayer had EVERYTHING to do with it.
I believe in a Sovereign God who cares even about such a thing as lost keys. He allowed me to find them. And, it was thanks to the prayers of my pastor and his family and myself. The inablity to sit still at this desk a moment longer which led me home to find them – yup, I attribute that to His Sovereignty.
Praise the Lord!
ot buy a jet?
Alaska plans to sell former governor’s folly on e b a y
And – lest you think that is the ONLY reason murky lost the election – oooooooohhhhh noooooooo – taint so. It COULD be because he is so haughty and full of himself – the fact that he doesn’t listen to his constituents (as on the purchase of said jet) – or maybe, just maybe . . . that he pulled some nonsense when he named his own daughter to fill out his US Senate term.
It’s not so much that he named his daughter, but the fact that he was going to do that all along, yet strung out the state’s people AND several other people who thought they might have been given the nod.
Alaska’s people don’t take lightly being made fools of – either in person or in the press. It was pretty common talk about a month into murky’s term of office that he would be a one-termer, that is, a governor who would not have a snowball’s chance in Miami of winning a second election.
He went a long way to make sure he shot himself in his own foot, though – he made an easy target – in a way, we’ll miss that. We’ll have to find some other poor soul to pick at now.
so far – it won’t be the new governor.
one left to go. We are closing in on the end of the Christmas school concerts. Last night it was the Girl’s Middle School/High School band concert. Lively and fun – and good music, too. Nary a squeak from the whole group!
Well, as we wind down this year it means that I am closing in on another birthday. My 57th! I know, that is as hard for ME to say as it is for you to hear/read! But, there it is – a fact – I am officially closer to 60 than I am to 50. Ouch!
With that said, I am looking forward to turning 60. Yes, you read that correctly. You see, there is something I would like to do with my girls that year.
Lessa will be turning 40 three weeks after my 60th, and Ladybug will be turning 35 nine days after Lessa’s birthday. Three mighty fine milestones, don’t you think? Yeah, me, too.
So, daughters of my heart . . . here is what I propose: each of us set aside one special money gathering spot (hereafter known as SMGS) – a change jar – a bank account – whatever. Into that SMGS we will deposit all of our “spare” change for the next three years. We will ALL be surprised, I’m sure, at how quickly it will accumulate.
THEN . . . on the occasion of our birthdays, we will gather up said SMGS funds and splurge on a “girls week out” of state – no hubbies, no chillins – just we three “chicks” from alaska afar . . .
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Far we wander
Far aflight
Far into the
dark of night
westward fleeing
tropics seeking
we will go and see the sights
(sung, of course, to We Three Kings) (perhaps, sung badly – but sung with heart, friends!)
What say you, my girls?