...the violent eruptions, thuggery, thievery and stupidity in Baltimore, but hey; the media has that covered. Senseless, hate-filled actions deserve so little aggrandizement. When you think about the millions of dollars that these heartless criminals have cost the citizens of Baltimore and American taxpayers, you can only shake your head. My heart goes out to the police officers, firemen, rescue teams and school children who must live amongst them. I could give you a huge chunk of my mind and thoughts on this, but, for me, it would only produce more ire and stress.
I could write about the hundreds of Christians who are being beheaded, executed, raped and sold into slavery at the age of one to twenty years old-- and all in the name of Allah. I could write about Kirsten Powers, a liberal Democrat journalist, who took President Obama to task for his uncaring and feckless response to these atrocities. I could write about the horror that these Christians must be living with-- their fear, their heartache, their grief. But, hey, the big time news isn't this; the big time news is Bruce Jenner, the famous Olympian athlete and all about his interview about being a man who insists he is truly a woman in his mind. I could write about commentators saying that Jenner's confession has contributed to the "awareness for people and how destiny is being changed for the happiness of humanity". Sorry... that leaves me speechless.
I could write about all the lessons I'm learning in my attempt to be a care-giver to an 89 year-old mother-in-law. I could share the difficulty of walking a fine line to preserve her dignity while dealing with the reality of life. I could share about the toll it takes on everyone emotionally and physically and mentally. But, sour grapes make a lousy breakfast drink. And spilled milk is simply another task to accept and clean up.
I could write about the loss of a sweet friend who was severely depressed after several losses in her life who is now at peace with the Father in heaven and her deceased husband. I'll truly miss her. She use to read my column and in fact, her husband is who encouraged her to friend me on facebook because she agreed with so much of what I said and wanted to know me better and converse with me more intimately. I could tell you how we'd planned to get together for lunch and how her passing has left her chair at the table an empty one. I could tell you how much I'll miss her encouraging words about my writing and how knowing her was entirely too short-lived. But it's over.
I could write about a lot of things. But I think I will write about the most marvelous weekend I had. I drove to Wichita Falls to get my 13 year-old granddaughter on Friday and we came home and she met her great-grandmother for the first time since she was 3. After dinner at Texas Roadhouse we took her to visit her cousin and his wife and she sang a song for them that she planned on singing for my Sunday School department. The next day I watched as she and my two younger grandgirls tromped through the rocks atop Mt. Scott with their grampa. Then we visited the souvenir shop at Medicine Park and watched rattlesnakes devour mice and realized one snake was the one we took our grandson's to see over 15 years ago. We came home and awaited my daughter and another granddaughter and 8 of us rode down to support my 17-year-old granddaughter as she sang the National Anthem to open the rodeo in Wichita Falls. The following morning we prayed for that granddaughter's sister as she sang her solo, How Can It Be, for the seniors in my department. Needless to say, this past weekend gave me more hope for the future than anything any congressman, president or mayor of a city could utter. I find there is far more positivity in my weekend with grandkids than Bruce Jenner's so-called "awareness for people and how destiny is being changed for the happiness of humanity."
I could express what I think is the true meaning of faith, hope and righteousness, but I think most of you who have followed my column over the years, know what I could write about that. Have a blessed week.