7/26/11
The Lord spoke to me today a message to give to all Christian parents:
Keep your children close to you this day. As Christ keeps his sheep close to his side, you, as parents, must do the same for your children. This is no time to let them "play in the world". The days are evil. Your child may be on the sidewalk and snatched by the devil. He is waiting for you to take your eyes off of your child that he may quickly snatch them from you and drag them into the pit of hell. Music-T.V.-Games on the Computer-Computer time without supervision-drugs-alcohol-sex-and worse than all other evils, false religion. A movement has come up that is more sinister than all others, Love God, Love Jesus, Believe in Love, but do not believe in the Bible! It is according to their mouth, not inspired and can be read as a mere book.
Do you have the strength and faith to protect your child? You must call upon the Lord this day. Fall upon your faces dear parents and pray for the total protection of your child, their heart, their soul, their mind, their flesh. Save them this day! Do not wait for another. This is the day to place them before God's alter of mercy, salvation, and grace. Father God's son Jesus, is sitting on the right hand of the Father to show them the way, The Holy Spirit is willing to fill them this day. The days are perilous, stand firm in the Word and fight for your children, be they infant or adult, fight!
Life, with Christ, Family, Church, and my High Desert friends. Look backs and Look ups...
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Turning 55
Started my new year by insisting that Paul take me on a mini trip a few weeks before my big day. So off we went to Red Bluff, Eureka, Crescent City, and our anniversary campground (spent our 10th anniversary) at Rogue River State Park. Of course we had the big birthday bash at Jody's. The celebration included Paul, Charity, Jody, Jessica, Gavin, and me as the birthday guests. We had hot dogs and chili, with pies and cake for goodie offerings. Paul and I then escaped to the "travel pod" that we had parked at the Durango RV park in Red Bluff. Nice park!
We spent a few days in the Shasta area and then took off, driving the treacherous Hwy 299 to Mckinleyville. I use to drive 299 like a race car driver back in "the day" (before I turned 50). The road was hideous, gloomy and tiring this trip. I did not appreciate the ride, but enjoyed some of the scenery along the way. The river is always an interesting view, but frankly, I grew up in trees, trees, and more trees, brush, and more brush. I realized on this curvy mountain highway that I actually love my new hometown surroundings of open desert and distant hills. I prefer to see for miles, rather than be covered in a green umbrella that seems to come just slightly over my eyes, obstructing my view. What was really funny to me was the usual fog that lay just over Blue Lake and on to the ocean. From a warm sunny day to a cold foggy afternoon. That's Humboldt.
I had one big goal in mind while visiting Humboldt (other than visiting my mom and family), and that was to eat at "Gil's". It's a small cafe in King Salmon (another place I lived in as a child). They serves the best seafood and clam chowders on the face of this earth, I swear. I have had chowders up and down the Pacific coast but not one place has compared to this tiny little cafe's version. Fresh is the first ingredient in the bowl, and the rest is just a delicious blend of milk and spices...yum-yum:) My cousin Bill Clawson joined mom, Paul and I, making this stop an enjoyable catch-up with one of my most interesting and intelligent family members, however I will say we have a few! The cafe sits on Humboldt Bay, which gave us a windy goodbye.
Mom was a good hostess during our stay. She make a birthday cake for "Paul" (what about my birthday mom?:) and a nice chicken dinner. We were also treated to a nice breakfast too. It was nice to sit at my mom's place and watch a little T.V. with her and just relax. Though "Let's Make A Deal" is not my usual morning fare, it seemed just fine watching it with mom, a taste of a "mom morning".
During our impromptu trip, I had the rare chance to meet up with my youngest sister, Darcie. She was able to met us at the local Arcata pizza parlor, and her two sons, my gorgeous nephews, Thomas and Taylor who dropped by too. A rare visit indeed. Those two young men are so funny together. Lot's of joking and ribbing between the two brothers. Darcie looked tired. The life of a new nurse. Darcie is 44 and just starting her nursing career. She was starting her first day at Mad River Hospital the following day. I'm sure she had lot's of things on her mind. Got to give her credit for smarts and guts. Though tired, I was able to talk Darcie in joining me at another one of my favorite haunts; I could not leave Humboldt without driving to "Ramones" coffee shop in Old Town, Eureka. I have spent way to many days drinking Mocha's there. Of course telling the clerks about my passionate love for Ramone's was met with bored looks and the idea that we should get our orders in; they were at the end of their day and wanted to go home, or where ever twenty year "somethings" go to after work.
Next on our trip was a stop at the Trees of Mystery. I do not find the Redwoods a mystery at all. I grew up playing in Redwood forests, making their stumps my palace, and learning to walk on a balance beam by bouncing down one of the fallen giants laying in my grandma's backyard...or should I say my grandpa's back yard? Grandma had the cottage on the front of the property in Moonstone (Trinidad, CA), and Grandpa had the shack in the back, including his outhouse, close by.I just loved having to do my business in there. I was always afraid a snake would bite my bum, or a spider. Crazy thoughts. Anywhoo, it was my darling husband who wanted to go down memory way. He and his family use to travel up to Jedediah Smith State Park for camping trips, getting away from his hometown of San Jose, CA. A stop at Trees of Mystery was a must for Paul and his family, as they loved to buy the fudge. The fudge is still delicious. We had to buy some for old times sake:) I refused to pay to go thru the Redwoods, so we moved on and headed down the hill to Crescent City.
My uncle Guy and aunt Alice live there now. This is the town that I spent a few years living in as well. My dad's family has a long history with Crescent City, including Bill and Betty Clawson drowning in the 1964 tidal wave that hit the beaches there. They would have survived if they had left their bar when the alarm sounded...but that's another story. Sadly, they didn't make it and a few others went with them, including their soon-to-be daughter-in-law. My uncle Guy was a major force in re-vamping the Point Saint George Lighthouse, and what a project. He and his work crews have to fly to the point on a helicopter. Wind, fog, rain, and whatever else the Pacific ocean might have brought, did not stop these folks from accomplishing the job they set out to do. Point Saint George is now a tourist destination point, with a helicopter ride included, and a major herd of sea lions to share the island with. As we were just driving through, we met them for lunch at the Chart Room, next to the Crescent City bay. The food wasn't anything I want to brag about, but the company was great and the sea lions put on quite a show! There was a group of these sea dogs next to the restaurant. They have taken up permanent residency on a deserted green moldy dock. I know better than to get to close to these giants, so I took a few pictures from a safe distance. While having that so-so crab sandwich (tasted like old crab which is so ridiculous since a major part of the Pacific crab fleet was only docked a few hundred feet away), a few of the sea lions decided to come and take a look'sy at us tourists sitting in the window. They stared, then they decided to pop up and down, swim in circles, bark at us, do hand stands that showed their fins waving, and just have a great time whooping it up. Best entertainment that I have watched in a very long time. I hated to leave the show but we had to get to Medford before nightfall and highway 199 is no easy stretch. We got started before the sun went down but didn't make our campground until dark. As it was cold, we spent the night and decided to head for home. By the time our little vacation was over, I was actually glad to be getting back to Christmas Valley.
Another mention about those sea lions... When Paul and I first drove up to the fishing docks in Crescent City, I had got out of the Suburban to take a few pictures of the boats docked. (A few memory pictures for dad as he use to fish out of that bay as well as several of the bays up and down the north coast). I saw one sea lion pop his head out of the water a few times and was entranced. I asked God if I could see the sea lion again, but it seemed to have ignored my request, and had disappeared. Imagine my joy when God showed me where the sea lions were docked and allowed them to give me a real show! Isn't that just like God to give us a better gift then what we asked for!
Where were the boys? One day before my radiation treatments ended, their mom called asking that I return them immediately. With hope and prayers they have returned. To write anything else I cannot do now. I miss them so much, but I hope their parents will be able to create the healthy family that these boys deserve.
So, today I am 55. I have found contentment in Christmas Valley (for now). Paul and I get up in the morning and putter around, making breakfast and my coffee. We then sit down and pray, read the bible together and pray again. We are so enjoying our new life as a "two-some". Maybe we will get that honeymoon period after all...stay tuned:)
Saturday, January 22, 2011
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