Leah and Laura
The whole gang - Ellie, Leah, Laura and Garrett
Monday, April 27, 2009
A Special Visit from TN!!
OK, so this post is a little old.....it happened in March! (There just isn't enough time for EVERYTHING!)We had the special treat of our dear friends, the Beelers, coming down to visit. Well, really only 3 of them came. The other 3 were on a mission trip. Rena, Laura, (Leah's bestest bud in TN) and little Garrett came for a few days during their spring break. We had a wonderful time reconnecting and hanging out. It was cold and rainy and I was in the throws of all day nausea, but besides that, we had so much fun. Thank you, Rena, Laura and Garrett for taking your time to come and for putting up with us! You blessed us so much. We miss you!!!!
Leah and Laura
The whole gang - Ellie, Leah, Laura and Garrett
Leah and Laura
The whole gang - Ellie, Leah, Laura and Garrett
Friday, April 10, 2009
The Meaning of Easter
Received this from a friend.....just in time for Easter.
"He is Risen!! He is Risen, Indeed!!"
CLEAN BLOOD
The day is over, you are driving home. You tune in your radio.
You hear a little blurb about a little village in India where some villagers have died suddenly, strangely, of a flu that has never been seen before.
It's not influenza, but three or four fellows are dead, and it's kind of interesting. They're sending some doctors over there to investigate it.
You don't think much about it, but on Sunday, coming home from church, you hear another radio spot. Only they say it's not three villagers, it's 30,000 villagers in the back hills of this particular area of India, and it's on TV that night. CNN runs a little blurb; people are heading there from the disease center in Atlanta because this disease strain has never been seen before.
By Monday morning when you get up, it's the lead story. For it's not just India; it's Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iran, and before you know it, you're hearing this story everywhere and they have coined it now as "the mystery flu".
The President has made some comment that he and everyone are praying and hoping that all will go well over there. But everyone is wondering, "How are we going to contain it?"
That's when the President of France makes an announcement that shocks Europe. He is closing their borders. No flights from India, Pakistan, or any of the countries where this thing has been seen.
That night you are watching a little bit of CNN before going to bed. Your jaw hits your chest when a weeping woman is translated from a French news program into English: "There's a man lying in a hospital in Paris dying of the mystery flu." It has come to Europe. Panic strikes.
As best they can tell, once you get it, you have it for a week and you don't know it. Then you have four days of unbelievable symptoms. Then you die.
Britain closes it's borders, but it's too late. South Hampton, Liverpool, North Hampton. It's Tuesday morning when the President of the United States makes the following announcement: "Due to a national security risk, all flights to and from Europe and Asia have been canceled. If your loved ones are overseas, I'm sorry. They cannot come back until we find a cure for this thing."
Within four days our nation has been plunged into an unbelievable fear. People are selling little masks for your face. People are talking about what if it comes to this country, and preachers on Tuesday are saying, "It's the scourge of God."
It's Wednesday night and you are at a church prayer meeting when somebody runs in from the parking lot and says, "Turn on a radio, turn on a radio." While the church listens to a little transistor radio with a microphone stuck up to it, the announcement is made,"Two women are lying in a Long Island hospital dying from the mystery flu."
Within hours it seems, this thing just sweeps across the country. People are working around the clock trying to find an antidote. Nothing is working. California, Oregon, Arizona, Florida, Massachusetts. It's as though it's just sweeping in from the borders.
Then, all of a sudden the news comes out. The code has been broken. A cure can be found. A vaccine can be made. It's going to take the blood of somebody who hasn't been infected, and so, sure enough, all through the Midwest, through all those channels of emergency broadcasting, everyone is asked to do one simple thing:
"Go to your downtown hospital and have your blood type taken. That's all we ask of you. When you hear the sirens go off in your neighborhood, please make your way quickly, quietly, and safely to the hospitals."
Sure enough, when you and your family get down there late on that Friday night, there is a long line, and they've got nurses and doctors coming out and pricking fingers and taking blood and putting labels on it.
Your wife and your kids are out there, and they take your blood type and they say, "Wait here in the parking lot and if we call your name, you can be dismissed and go home."
You stand around scared with your neighbors, wondering what in the world is going on, and that this is the end of the world.
Suddenly a young man comes running out of the hospital screaming. He's yelling a name and waving a clipboard.
What?
He yells it again! And your son tugs on your jacket and says, "Daddy, that's me."
Before you know it, they have grabbed your boy.
"Wait a minute, hold it!"
And they say, "It's okay, his blood is clean. His blood is pure. We want to make sure he doesn't have the disease. We think he has got the right type."
Five tense minutes later, out come the doctors and nurses, crying and hugging one another some are even laughing. It's the first time you have seen anybody laugh in a week, and an old doctor walks up to you and says, "Thank you, sir. Your son's blood type is perfect. It's clean, it is pure, and we can make the vaccine."
As the word begins to spread all across that parking lot full of folks, people are screaming and praying and laughing and crying.
But then the gray-haired doctor pulls you and your wife aside and says, "May we see you for a moment? We didn't realize that the donor would be a minor and we need. . . we need you to sign a consent form."
You begin to sign and then you see that the number of pints of blood to be taken is empty.
"H-h-h-how many pints?"
And that is when the old doctor's smile fades and he says, "We had no idea it would be a little child. We weren't prepared. We need it all!"
"But but..."
"You don't understand. We are talking about the world here. Please sign. We - we need it all, we need it all!"
"But can't you give him a transfusion?"
"If we had clean blood we would. Can you sign? Would you sign?"
In numb silence you do. Then they say, "Would you like to have a moment with him before we begin?"
Can you walk back? Can you walk back to that room where he sits on a table saying, "Daddy? Mommy? What's going on?"
Can you take his hands and say, "Son, your mommy and I love you, and we would never ever let anything happen to you that didn't just have to be. Do you understand that?"
And when that old doctor comes back in and says, "I'm sorry, we've - we've got to get started. People all over the world are dying."
Can you leave? Can you walk out while he is saying, "Dad? Mom? Dad? Why - why have you forsaken me?"
And then next week, when they have the ceremony to honor your son, and some folks sleep through it, and some folks don't even come because they go to the lake, and some folks come with a pretentious smile and just pretend to care. Would you want to jump up and say, "MY SON DIED! DON'T YOU CARE?"
Is that what God is saying?
"MY SON DIED. DON'T YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I CARE?"
"Father, seeing it from your eyes breaks our hearts. Maybe now we begin to comprehend the great love you have for us.
Amen "
~Author Unknown~
"He is Risen!! He is Risen, Indeed!!"
CLEAN BLOOD
The day is over, you are driving home. You tune in your radio.
You hear a little blurb about a little village in India where some villagers have died suddenly, strangely, of a flu that has never been seen before.
It's not influenza, but three or four fellows are dead, and it's kind of interesting. They're sending some doctors over there to investigate it.
You don't think much about it, but on Sunday, coming home from church, you hear another radio spot. Only they say it's not three villagers, it's 30,000 villagers in the back hills of this particular area of India, and it's on TV that night. CNN runs a little blurb; people are heading there from the disease center in Atlanta because this disease strain has never been seen before.
By Monday morning when you get up, it's the lead story. For it's not just India; it's Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iran, and before you know it, you're hearing this story everywhere and they have coined it now as "the mystery flu".
The President has made some comment that he and everyone are praying and hoping that all will go well over there. But everyone is wondering, "How are we going to contain it?"
That's when the President of France makes an announcement that shocks Europe. He is closing their borders. No flights from India, Pakistan, or any of the countries where this thing has been seen.
That night you are watching a little bit of CNN before going to bed. Your jaw hits your chest when a weeping woman is translated from a French news program into English: "There's a man lying in a hospital in Paris dying of the mystery flu." It has come to Europe. Panic strikes.
As best they can tell, once you get it, you have it for a week and you don't know it. Then you have four days of unbelievable symptoms. Then you die.
Britain closes it's borders, but it's too late. South Hampton, Liverpool, North Hampton. It's Tuesday morning when the President of the United States makes the following announcement: "Due to a national security risk, all flights to and from Europe and Asia have been canceled. If your loved ones are overseas, I'm sorry. They cannot come back until we find a cure for this thing."
Within four days our nation has been plunged into an unbelievable fear. People are selling little masks for your face. People are talking about what if it comes to this country, and preachers on Tuesday are saying, "It's the scourge of God."
It's Wednesday night and you are at a church prayer meeting when somebody runs in from the parking lot and says, "Turn on a radio, turn on a radio." While the church listens to a little transistor radio with a microphone stuck up to it, the announcement is made,"Two women are lying in a Long Island hospital dying from the mystery flu."
Within hours it seems, this thing just sweeps across the country. People are working around the clock trying to find an antidote. Nothing is working. California, Oregon, Arizona, Florida, Massachusetts. It's as though it's just sweeping in from the borders.
Then, all of a sudden the news comes out. The code has been broken. A cure can be found. A vaccine can be made. It's going to take the blood of somebody who hasn't been infected, and so, sure enough, all through the Midwest, through all those channels of emergency broadcasting, everyone is asked to do one simple thing:
"Go to your downtown hospital and have your blood type taken. That's all we ask of you. When you hear the sirens go off in your neighborhood, please make your way quickly, quietly, and safely to the hospitals."
Sure enough, when you and your family get down there late on that Friday night, there is a long line, and they've got nurses and doctors coming out and pricking fingers and taking blood and putting labels on it.
Your wife and your kids are out there, and they take your blood type and they say, "Wait here in the parking lot and if we call your name, you can be dismissed and go home."
You stand around scared with your neighbors, wondering what in the world is going on, and that this is the end of the world.
Suddenly a young man comes running out of the hospital screaming. He's yelling a name and waving a clipboard.
What?
He yells it again! And your son tugs on your jacket and says, "Daddy, that's me."
Before you know it, they have grabbed your boy.
"Wait a minute, hold it!"
And they say, "It's okay, his blood is clean. His blood is pure. We want to make sure he doesn't have the disease. We think he has got the right type."
Five tense minutes later, out come the doctors and nurses, crying and hugging one another some are even laughing. It's the first time you have seen anybody laugh in a week, and an old doctor walks up to you and says, "Thank you, sir. Your son's blood type is perfect. It's clean, it is pure, and we can make the vaccine."
As the word begins to spread all across that parking lot full of folks, people are screaming and praying and laughing and crying.
But then the gray-haired doctor pulls you and your wife aside and says, "May we see you for a moment? We didn't realize that the donor would be a minor and we need. . . we need you to sign a consent form."
You begin to sign and then you see that the number of pints of blood to be taken is empty.
"H-h-h-how many pints?"
And that is when the old doctor's smile fades and he says, "We had no idea it would be a little child. We weren't prepared. We need it all!"
"But but..."
"You don't understand. We are talking about the world here. Please sign. We - we need it all, we need it all!"
"But can't you give him a transfusion?"
"If we had clean blood we would. Can you sign? Would you sign?"
In numb silence you do. Then they say, "Would you like to have a moment with him before we begin?"
Can you walk back? Can you walk back to that room where he sits on a table saying, "Daddy? Mommy? What's going on?"
Can you take his hands and say, "Son, your mommy and I love you, and we would never ever let anything happen to you that didn't just have to be. Do you understand that?"
And when that old doctor comes back in and says, "I'm sorry, we've - we've got to get started. People all over the world are dying."
Can you leave? Can you walk out while he is saying, "Dad? Mom? Dad? Why - why have you forsaken me?"
And then next week, when they have the ceremony to honor your son, and some folks sleep through it, and some folks don't even come because they go to the lake, and some folks come with a pretentious smile and just pretend to care. Would you want to jump up and say, "MY SON DIED! DON'T YOU CARE?"
Is that what God is saying?
"MY SON DIED. DON'T YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I CARE?"
"Father, seeing it from your eyes breaks our hearts. Maybe now we begin to comprehend the great love you have for us.
Amen "
~Author Unknown~
More Adventures of Caramel and Snickers
Cookies and ice cream are nighttime favorites of Caramel and Snickers. Yum! Yum!
Dad found us this great hat to wear to the Masters. You won't miss us in this!
Here we are with our Official passes into the Masters! We are so excited!!!!
Thursday, April 9, 2009
A Trip to The Masters!
Caramel and Snickers had a wonderful surprise trip to The Masters with Stan. Stan was a part of a 2nd place foursome in a tournament last fall. The prize was a trip to Augusta to the infamous Masters tournament. This was a dream come true for Stan. And, a HUGE blessing from the Lord! How like our Heavenly Father, to care enough to not only give Stan a much-needed day off (no phones allowed)but to have that day off on the golf course, paid for, fulfilling a life-long dream!
Caramel and Snickers got so excited, they decided to tag along and keep Dad company. The girls and I were so happy to see they made it! Can't wait to hear all of the exciting details!!!
Friday, March 6, 2009
Exciting News......
Well, the word is out! Stan and I are expecting a baby in September!!!! We are thrilled! We are so humbled that the Lord would choose to bless us again. We are also in awe of our Creator and Sustainer. What a blessing to carry another of His unique creations! The girls are ecstatic to say the least. They have been praying for a baby brother or sister for about 2 years. God seems to listen to His children (remember when they prayed for a black, miniature Schanuzer - Baxter!!??) So, I figured that we should prepare. We know that this child was purposed for this time and our family and we can't wait to meet him/her!
Friday, February 27, 2009
Meet Miss Avery Emerson Turner!
Meet our newest little niece! Avery weighed in at 9 lbs. 7 oz. on Tuesday. The LORD has already done a marvelous work in this little girl's life. Shortly after birth, she had difficulty breathing. The drs. determined that one of the flaps had not closed in her heart after delivery. She was put in NICU immediately. They also thought she had an infection. She was on IVs and oxygen. Faithful friends and family (and some of you who do not even know my brother and sister-in-law) started praying and asking God to work. And work, HE did! By Thursday, Avery was off of all IVs, oxygen and they had started a feeding tube. By Friday, she was eating only from a bottle. The drs. are amazed. Are we? NO! Because we know El Rafa, the Healer, and we have seen the work of HIS hands. This is another mighty work of the Master and we are so Blessed to be privilege to see HIS work.
Eph. 3:20-21 "Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, TO HIM BE GLORY in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen."
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Valentine's 2009
We had Valentine's Week instead of "just a day" at our house! We started with a party with 5 other homeschool families at the Mezzles' house. The girls had a blast. They made necklaces and bags to put their goodies in. Then, we shared a delicious lunch and enjoyed time with friends. Thursday night was a big night for Ellie. She and Stan had a "Daddy - Daughter Date". She picked to go to McDonald's and then on to a dessert/coffee shop. There, they shared a slice of strawberry cake and coffee. (She loves to drink coffee with her Daddy.) To say she was excited is an understatement. Friday night was a big night for Leah. She and Stan had their "Daddy - Daughter Date." He took her to the Green Tea restaurant. (They both love Chinese.) To Leah's surprise, friends, Mike and Lilly Dickinson were meeting them there. They all shared dinner and then went to the YMCA Father/Daughter Dance. John and Sarah Grace Fulford met them there, also. What a night! I think she really felt like her Daddy's princess. Which brings us to the real Valentine's Day. We have always tried to make Valentine's a special day that focuses on two things: #1. It is a reminder that God LOVED us so much that He sent Jesus and #2. That the girls are princesses, God's and Daddy's. We always serve a meal (planned by them) on the "china plates". Tonight was Italian baked chicken, broccoli casserole, mashed potatoes, and strawberry dessert. And their gifts always reflect these things as well. This year they received shirts that say, "Yes! I am a Princess! My father is the King of Kings!" and little notepads that say "Princess Leah" and "Princess Ellie" on them. Our prayer is that we will instill these truths their hearts for years to come.
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