Filed under: family, influence | Tags: President Obama, pro-life, red envelope
This is a reminder to participate in the grass-roots efforts for pro-life support. People are asked to mail a sealed, empty, red envelope (color one red if you don’t have a red envelope) on March 31, 2009 to President Obama.
On the BACK of the envelope write the words: This envelope represents one child who died in abortion. It is empty because that life was unable to offer anything to the world. LIFE begins with conception.
Put your return address on the front and mail it on March 31 to: President Barack Obama, The White House, 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. NW, Washington, D.C. 20500.
It is hoped that more than a million envelopes will be mailed. If you believe in the rights of the unborn, please consider this small task—small tasks lead to great big happenings.
Filed under: communication, influence, motivation, random thoughts | Tags: time to change
This is the weekend to change the clocks all over the world from Antarctica, Bosnia, the Canary Islands to the United States, the West Bank and the Ukraine. 
Most people hate any kind of change. They especially hate changing their clocks twice a year and reprogramming their bodies to something the clock tells them to feel–wake-up; it’s time! Or, you must be sleepy–the time on the clock says you should be sleepy. I thought it fun to reset the clocks twice a year (call me warped). Well, it was fun “if” I reset my clocks before I went to bed that night. If I waited until the next morning, my mind and body revolted, and it took me days and weeks to adjust to the time change.
Our lives should also be on a continual program of change. I don’t believe God meant for us to reach a status quo and stretch no further. There’s always more he can teach us and have us do for someone else.
Do you know anyone who resists change on everything? Usually these are the people who always talk about how much better “it used to be back in the days of. . . .” My husband loves the sophisticated clothing worn by men and women in the movies depicting the 1940’s. I’ve heard people say how much better things were “back then:” the politeness, the genteelness, the caring for others, the simpleness of times. Hmmmm, that was when the movie The Grapes of Wrath was made depicting depressed people of the time with no hope. Those were the days when food and gasoline were rationed. Pearl Harbor was bombed. Roosevelt froze wages.
It takes less effort to look back wistfully and wish for the days “back then.” It requires more physical and mental energy to pray, discern, and keep moving forward to change ourselves and our circumstances in a positive way.
By the way I should mention–it’s been 20 years since I’ve reset my clocks to the time change. I live in Arizona.
Make change into something good!
~Glenda www.wordwardrobe.com
You’ve heard that maxim, haven’t you? The trouble is if you believe it, then you stunt your possibilities in life. That philosophy breeds on the idea, “You can’t do that.”
A few years ago, my husband and I kept spying on a dove’s nest built on a low hanging palm frond sloped dangerously over the edge of the pool. We constantly worried about the two baby birds because the wind had been blowing for a week.
On our lunch hour one day, we went to do our usual spy check but saw our worst fears materialized. The nest was gone. One baby bird floated in the pool. We grabbed the pool skimmer and dipped the baby out of the water. It was still alive, but we didn’t see the other baby anywhere.
Jack yelled at me, “Build it a nest!”
“I can’t build a nest! The mother would never come back.”
“You can try!”
A huge weed filled trash can sat in the middle of the yard where we’d pulled weeds a few days before. Jack’s leather gloves, which he’d worn for protection against the Scorpion Weed, hung on the edge of the trash can. I yanked on his gloves and started pressing and shaping weeds and grasses so that it looked (in my opinion) like a nest. Jack still held the skimmer basket with the baby bird so I ran over to the patio to drag a chair to the palm tree so that I could stand a little higher than the branch.
“Like I’m really sure this is going to work,” I mumbled under my breath.
I stuffed my “nest” towards the crook of the palm frond into a more secure area than I thought the mama had put her nest. Jack lifted the basket and while still wearing the leather gloves, I picked up the baby and put it into the new nest. I hated to think of the poor baby starving to death in that nest with its mama never coming back, but I didn’t know what else to do. We were already late getting back to our jobs.
Neither one of us were going to be home until late that night, so we couldn’t check on the baby the rest of the day.
We don’t know when it happened, but the next day there was the mama with her one baby in the nest I’d built.
I’m not sure about the intelligence of doves because we’ve seen their nests in really dumb places—on top of an overturned wheel barrow unprotected from predators (not “child safety” conscious at all). However, at least I learned two things that day: if a baby animal or bird is in danger, don’t feel intimidated just because everyone says a mother will reject its young if humans have touched it, and the biggest lesson–don’t let the “impossible” keep you from trying.
Enjoy building your own nest! ~Glenda www.wordwardrobe.com and http://www.bellaonline.com/site/nonfictionwriting
