Good morning (et cetera) dear Reader and welcome (back?) to this obscure American blog in the quiet hours before Dawn somewhere in the great southwest near the US/Mexico border. I'm on a third cup of coffee, having turned the space-heater on not long ago; it's insane here in the desert: full blast A/C during the day and the heater at night/ early in the mornings. 😎
For my oldest son, may his day be blessed:
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Here is today's Proverb from the Book of Wisdom:
Last night, we watched one video featuring Mr. Tom Homan speaking in Phoenix, Arizona (several hours north of where we are) - but I cried to hear him prioritize the 300K "lost" innocent migrant children and am so grateful that he's got his heart set on finding and saving every one of them. May God make that a reality, in Jesus' Name, amen. Thoughts of those babies and what they might be going through plague me day and night. I'm even considering going on a hunger strike until every last one of them is accounted for (but am on the fence, wondering if it's better that I stay as strong and healthy as possible so I can be of more use to them?) Anyway, a hunger strike wouldn't work: I'm not famous, no one would care; it worked when Gandhi did it, though.
Ah, Gandhi! 😂
When I was four years old, my parents took me to the wax museum in Arlington, Texas. The tour-guide addressed us all as a group before leading us into the Hall of Horrors where movie monsters like Dracula and the Werewolf were kept. After agreeing that yes, I understood that they were all wax figures, I still screamed and ran out of the room anyway.
My parents found me in another room, holding the wax hand of Mahatma Mohandas Gandhi. 😏
Last night, we watched one video featuring Mr. Tom Homan speaking in Phoenix, Arizona (several hours north of where we are) - but I cried to hear him prioritize the 300K "lost" innocent migrant children and am so grateful that he's got his heart set on finding and saving every one of them. May God make that a reality, in Jesus' Name, amen. Thoughts of those babies and what they might be going through plague me day and night. I'm even considering going on a hunger strike until every last one of them is accounted for (but am on the fence, wondering if it's better that I stay as strong and healthy as possible so I can be of more use to them?) Anyway, a hunger strike wouldn't work: I'm not famous, no one would care; it worked when Gandhi did it, though.
Ah, Gandhi! 😂
When I was four years old, my parents took me to the wax museum in Arlington, Texas. The tour-guide addressed us all as a group before leading us into the Hall of Horrors where movie monsters like Dracula and the Werewolf were kept. After agreeing that yes, I understood that they were all wax figures, I still screamed and ran out of the room anyway.
Anyway, I was a terrible mother and pray that my children are peaceful, wise, and successful in spite of me. Thank you for spending some of your precious time here today, dear Reader, and may the light of God's love fill you and spill out onto everyone around you, now and always, in Jesus' Name. Amen. 💖
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