In school last week the student's English teacher asked them to write an essay about what Thanksgiving meant to them or to write about what they are thankful for. So, as I have heard many teachers say in class, "with that being said", I want to write a short essay on what I am thankful for this Thanksgiving. I heard Glen Beck speak about Thanksgiving and Christmas on Fox News this past Friday and what he said made me stop and think about a lot of things. In fact, if I can find the show, I will embed it in this essay, if not, I will just write my thoughts alone.We all have a tendency to want more in our lives. To have a lot of money, buy things we want, go places we have never been and on and on and on...... And I will have to admit that I am the same way. But when I stop and think about what I already have and what so many people do not have then I am so ashamed of putting my wants and desires first, instead of others.
I am so thankful this Thanksgiving for my family. Before anything else. I am not saying that I have the perfect family and I am the perfect wife, mother, grandmother, daughter, sister, aunt, so on and whatever', I am just saying my family means everything to me. I am thankful that those I love and let down, forgive me and love me anyway. That is what love is all about anyway, is it not? Unconditional! I am thankful that God saw fit to bless me with a family to call my own because there are many out there in this world who do not have anyone. Can you imagine spending Thanksgiving day alone? What is worse is spending it on a street bench or under an overpass cold and hungry. Or laying on the ground sick and dying from cholera like those people in Haiti.
I am so thankful I have a roof over my head and enough to eat each day. There are people in our own little neck of the world who do not.
I am thankful for the Blessings of God.............Who takes care of my needs no matter how small and or trivial they may seem. I know He does not take care of them exactly how I want Him to sometimes but He takes care of them.
I believe I am most thankful this Thanksgiving for the freedom to believe however I wish and in Whomever I wish............. of course "with that being said" that would be my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. And most of all for ANSWERED PRAYER, UNANSWEREhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5gXmN2IS8dYD PRAYER AND ESPECIALLY FORGIVENESS. Thank you God for forgiving me, your child who makes many many mistakes.
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Lone Lilly
My little Lilly growing all alone
How smooth your velvet petal
One day your shining in your glory
Next day your almost gone
I love to see your soft delight
Your sense of dewey love
There is a freshness that dawns for me
In morning's early light
How smooth your velvet petal
One day your shining in your glory
Next day your almost gone
I love to see your soft delight
Your sense of dewey love
There is a freshness that dawns for me
In morning's early light
TRIBUTES TO THOSE WHO SERVED IN VIETNAM AND THOSE THAT DIED
VARIOUS PICS FROM VARIOUS PLACES IN MAGNOLIA
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Fluoroquinolones
When you were my little sister
Sometimes I didn’t like you much
You were a brat, and ratted on me
When I thought I knew it all
Even though you got spanked
It was a fun ride huh?
Golf carts required no license
So why should that Barracuda?
I always wondered if the keys would
Ever be found
I didn’t tell you then cause
Besides being a brat you tattled
But then we grew up and went separate ways
You grew into a lovely young woman
You were still my little sister
But not the brat I once thought you were
We’ve shared many moments together
Stumbled and fell, yet never failed
To be there for each other
Sisters are that way
My prayer for you this special day
Is to see life come full circle
To know your worth is measured
In the kindness you bestow
We share that special bond
Only sisters can attest
To understand, not judge, just love
No matter how we fail
So be happy, enjoy the rain when you
Hoped the sun would shine
Change only if you want to
Sometimes roses bloom in winter.
By Debbie Aycock Williams 2008
I love you,
Happy Birthday
Sometimes I didn’t like you much
You were a brat, and ratted on me
When I thought I knew it all
Even though you got spanked
It was a fun ride huh?
Golf carts required no license
So why should that Barracuda?
I always wondered if the keys would
Ever be found
I didn’t tell you then cause
Besides being a brat you tattled
But then we grew up and went separate ways
You grew into a lovely young woman
You were still my little sister
But not the brat I once thought you were
We’ve shared many moments together
Stumbled and fell, yet never failed
To be there for each other
Sisters are that way
My prayer for you this special day
Is to see life come full circle
To know your worth is measured
In the kindness you bestow
We share that special bond
Only sisters can attest
To understand, not judge, just love
No matter how we fail
So be happy, enjoy the rain when you
Hoped the sun would shine
Change only if you want to
Sometimes roses bloom in winter.
By Debbie Aycock Williams 2008
I love you,
Happy Birthday
copyright 2008
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The leaves are gone and bare branches solicit the heavens The warm days are spent, lingering blades of grass Glisten from the morning frost Seeking absolution from their iniquities. Ensuing eradication wounds the external covering And when they have relented at last The hope of resurrection rests in the seed That was scattered long ago. By Debbie Aycock Williams copyright 2009
Chloe's and Joleigh's graduation from 6th grade......Katie graduated from 5th Congratulations girls!
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Kathryn how do I describe the overwhelming pride you bring to my heart?
When I think back to that rainy night you were born until this very day that is
Filled with sunshine and happiness, accomplishments and expectations of what tomorrow holds, I remember a precious first grandchild, What excitement ensued.
From the time you pushed the front door open and went head over heals down the steps and we spent half the morning in the emergency room. Of course you were fine and I was a wreck. The hours we spent reading and playing will always be memories I cherish like no others. Memories of birthday parties, a scared little girl going into the operating room, Christmas and Easters at Granddaddy ‘s and Mama Kitten’s, vicious bathtubs, special times of doing nothing but being together. There are memories here: Toys you played with, books you read, notes you wrote and pictures you drew; Saved in a box with your name on it and They are all here in my heart, the same heart that is filled with love and pride for you Kathryn, For all you stand for, the caring, loving, kind woman you have become. You are one of God’s gifts to me. I love you.
Nana
written 2009 for her graduation 2010 Now that she has read this
in her yearbook, I can post it on my blog! I love you Kat!
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As I walk through my garden I touch the tiny leaves
Of my lonely rose bush
It stands all alone, by itself
No other nearby
The hibiscus grow profuselThey entertain each other with colors of purple and white
And mix together as the wind blows
Back and forth
But my little lonely rose bush
Has no other to share its quiet beauty
Only the bees occasionally fly by
And my fingertips when I feel the velvet petal
Someday soon, I shall plant another rosebush
So my lonely rose won't stand alone
And when I no longer walk through the garden
My little rose won't miss my loving touch.
By Debbie Aycock Williams
Copyright 2007
Of my lonely rose bush
It stands all alone, by itself
No other nearby
The hibiscus grow profuselThey entertain each other with colors of purple and white
And mix together as the wind blows
Back and forth
But my little lonely rose bush
Has no other to share its quiet beauty
Only the bees occasionally fly by
And my fingertips when I feel the velvet petal
Someday soon, I shall plant another rosebush
So my lonely rose won't stand alone
And when I no longer walk through the garden
My little rose won't miss my loving touch.
By Debbie Aycock Williams
Copyright 2007
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