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Blood Flowed, Tears Fell, and Souls Rose

Yesterdays’ shooting in Oregon has left the country stunned, yet again, due to the warped thought process of one individual’s idealization of how things are supposed to be. As furious as I am over his cowardly actions, I refuse to enhance the fame of any such character. Instead, I want to praise the victims on their firm stance of faith.

I’m sure you’ve heard by now about the gunman asking each student to stand and state their faith. If the answer was “Christian” they were shot in the cranium, whereas those who said nothing were shot in the leg. Given the situation there’s no telling how any of us would have responded with a gun pointed in our direction.

Before I proceed, allow me to make one proclamation, I am a Christian! I say that with pride, vigor, and sincerity.

Mark 8:38 states, “If anyone is ashamed of me and my words in this adulterous and sinful generation, the Son of Man will be ashamed of them when he comes in his Father’s glory with the holy angels.”

Now stay with me for a second. As each victim stood declaring their Christian faith, others in the room watched as the gunman took their life. After the second or third person was shot the students probably noticed a pattern being set as to who was shot where. However, no matter what answer was given, they undoubtedly knew they would be shot… and they knew it!

Starting with the second student and those thereafter, anyone who claimed Christianity as their faith knew their fate. With that said, those who said nothing, which I’m sure was out of extreme fear, did not deny God, instead the terror they endured dictated their silence no matter what higher being they believed in, if any at all.

Just as the victims’ family, classmates, faculty, country, and president wrench in true heartfelt pain over the deaths of these and every victim of domestic terrorism, I also feel that pain. Not only do our hearts cry out in pain, our entire being yearns for a stance to be taken to stop the annihilation of innocent people.

As a result of the chaos, both yesterday and in the months and years before … blood flowed, tears fell, and souls rose.

May Your Souls Forever Rest In Peace!


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“Shhh…. don’t look now but there’s a new blog in town.”

Hi Everyone,

I’m excited to tell you about my new blog. It’s called “Doting Angel Stories.”

Doting Angel Stories is a blog spinoff from my website and Facebook page, both titled “Doting Angels.”

The purpose for launching my website has everything to do with American Pride. To understand more about what I’m talking about please read my “About” page. If you’d like to know more about me personally, please read “My Story.”

While I’m eager for you to read my story, I would also like to hear your stories as well. Whether you’re a “doting angel” yourself or you know a “doting angel,” please contact me about sharing your story and I’ll be more than happy to post it on my blog.
I feel that this blog not only promotes my idea and products to help fellow Americans, but it’s also a sharing, healing, and learning experience for everyone.

Thanks everyone, I look forward to hearing from you.

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“I’m Stupid”

This simply worded sign caught the attention of my family while traveling home from the beach this past weekend. We had just gotten to a long stretch of highway that has proven many times to be an endless, boring ride. The sign was written on a large index card with a thick, light pink marker. The person who’d made the sign had it posted in the window next to where she was seated; the front passenger seat. Accompanying the sign were strange actions she’d chosen to display to everyone passing by; a means of demonstrating the authenticity of her sign. With a blank look on her face, she’d press her nose against the passenger window, dragging her face down a bit until her nose resembled a pig’s nose.

She was a pretty blonde girl who looked to be in her early twenties. Our first impression was that her mother, who was driving, had made her mad and this was her means of retaliation. The next impression I’d gotten was that she truly had a mental problem; thus bringing out feelings of sympathy. Finally we determined she was doing it for fun, to break the monotony of the long ride. Her silliness went on for miles. Back and forth our vehicles would go within the mixture of numerous cars, motor homes, buses, and an endless list of other vehicles, all traveling in the same direction. However, after reaching our turn off, we knew that was the end of our entertainment.

Being the silly person that I am, I started referring to our entertainer as “STUPID.” I meant no harm, it’s just that we didn’t know her name and I was only referring to her as the name she’d given herself. I’d make comments like, “Recon where STUPID’s at? I miss STUPID!” And finally, I pretended to cry and said, “STUPID needs me, she needs me to build up her confidence.” We laughed so much over one simple act this girl did to bring laughter to others; she truly freed us from boredom!

Our last pit stop was a short one before facing another long stretch of highway. Of course STUPID was brought up once we were on our way, but she was just a fleeing thought. Suddenly my husband looked in his side view mirror and yelled, “Here comes STUPID!” Excitement burst from my daughter and me as we began twisting in our seats to look at the vehicle approaching us from behind. Sure enough, STUPID had caught up with us, and yes, her sign was still posted.

Since we were nowhere near a popular visiting site, the highway was quite bare. STUPID’s mom blew past us, taking full advantage of the wide open road. It was at that time I’d come up with the idea to write a reply to STUPID’s sign. Finally we were fast approaching a traffic light that would give us the opportunity to be on STUPID’s side of the car. When we’d finally come to a stop, a guy in a black truck was parked beside STUPID and her crew. He’d got them to roll down their window (STUPID and her sister who was sitting behind her) and was chatting away. He was eating up our time at the traffic light, and our time to connect with STUPID. ARGGG, this man needed to move up so we could show STUPID my sign! Finally, just as the light had changed and the traffic began to move, my husband sped up until we were side-by-side with STUPID. My daughter held the sign up in my husbands’ side window, “AT LEAST YOU SPELLED STUPID RIGHT!” is what was displayed. At that point Silly Ole STUPID rolled her window down revealing her and her mom rolling in laughter. Obviously they hadn’t got, nor were they expecting, a written reply of any kind; much less one pointing out a positive from her silly negative persona.

What I took away from STUPID’s silliness is, though she didn’t care what first impression she’d left with others, she was willing to do so to break the tedious ride home for those around her.

So STUPID, if by chance you’re reading this, my family and I want to thank you for bringing a smile to the faces of everyone traveling Hwy 501 in S.C. and 601 in N.C.

Best Wishes to You Girl  🙂

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Life’s Changes… Just Keep Moving Forward

It’s been a while since my last post, and boy have I missed the simple concept of writing!

Pfff, I laugh at the word simple.  It’s italicized because simple isn’t simple anymore.  As of January 2013, when everything was in full swing, life dealt me a difficult hand to play.  I’d been attending college, after starting later in life, and was working toward three associates degrees.  That was going to be my “steady” source of income.  However, for a fun means of making money I took a semester of auctioneering class so I could have my own business on the side.  My “Type A” personality was being fed like hungry sharks during a feeding frenzy.

(Insert squalling break sounds here)

Out of the blue my body begins shaking uncontrollably.  My head moves from side to side as if I were constantly telling someone “No.”  The rest of my body shakes in a similar fashion, making me look like an elderly lady suffering from Parkinson’s disease.  To keep from stumbling or falling while walking, I befriend every internal wall within my house.  Fatigue has become one of my constant battles, unfortunately, most of the time it wins.  And my memory?  Everything I’ve encountered within the last minute, hour, day, or week has a tendency to slip my mind.  However, and unfortunately, I’ve lost most everything I’d learned in college pertaining to my degrees.  Let’s not forget my cognitive issues, the main cause of my poor writing abilities.  It’s as if I’ve developed ADD or ADHD overnight.  Sitting still to read or write causes a lot of agitation.  My brain is like a washing machine going back and forth.  Going in one direction agitates me so I change course and go in the other direction, only to be agitated again.  My cognitive difficulties have me looking and sounding like a total idiot while talking to others, including my own child.  I either can’t think of the word I want to say, or I get tongue-tied, but it doesn’t stop there.  I’ve become “typographically dyslexic.”  I know how to spell simple words, yet my brain and fingers don’t communicate properly.  Ex: while typing the word “yet” I first typed “et.”

Moving along now.  I’m taken to the E.R. and worked up for either a “stroke or M.S.”

“Huh?  What did the doctor just say? Not me!”

After a three day hospital stay, where I’m given a head CT and MRI and several labs are drawn, I’m told I’m depressed and given a diagnosis of “Conversion Disorder.”  That’s where, when faced with devastating stress, my body responds with physical symptoms to whatever stressed me out.  (Yea, right!)

After two and a half years, and a growing list of symptoms, I’ve finally convinced my doctor into ordering more MRI’s, including my brain, C-spine, and lumbar. (Coming in the near future).

All symptoms are compared to various diseases, where each disease is ruled out in order to pinpoint what exactly is causing my problems.  My list of possible diseases have been narrowed down; leaving me with one probable disease; M.S.  If you’re an MS’er I’m sure you’ve heard stories, or possibly experienced it yourself, where it can take years for the correct diagnosis.

My motto is: “My Type ‘A’ personality has taken a beating but it hasn’t been knocked out!” In the mean time there’s money to be made.  Not being able to finish my degrees, or work in public doesn’t mean I’ve given up on helping my family out financially.  Though, before giving up on working in the public I tried simple jobs; jobs that quickly reminded me of my disabilities and sent me humbly back into the safe inner walls of my home.

After being told I have a knack for crocheting, I opened up an Etsy Shop, as well as having my own facebook page, to bring in requests for my product.  I crochet dolls that resemble people, such as wedding couples, etc.  However I’m looking into expanding my list of items in the near future due to the consumption of time it takes to complete any given item.  My Etsy Shop is listed as: BellesandLapels, whereas my facebook page is listed as: Belles & Lapels.  Your help in helping spread the word about my shop is greatly appreciated.

Goodness, it sure has been fun settling down to write again.  I must admit, it’s taken me several hours to complete this, yet the desire to write has been lit once again.

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Homicide with the intent of Suicide

 It seems a rash of mass shootings have plagued our country, starting with the Columbine High School massacre on April 20, 1999 to the more recent deaths on May 25, 2014 in Southern California.  Was it the media filled “glory” of these killers actions injecting the same thoughts into the minds of future suicidal citizens? Or is it the “high” these monsters get from taking another person’s life? Whatever the reason, taking other people’s lives seems to be the “in” thing to do if you’re suicidal or just plain pissed at someone (or a group of people), in any given situation. The question is “Why?” Why take the lives of innocent people if you’re the one who’s having issues with what’s going on around you?

I haven’t heard anyone speak out on the topic, or question, that has troubled me for quite some time; “If you’re pissed about something and considering suicide, for Heaven’s sake, DON’T END THE LIVES OF OTHERS during your plan of action!  It’s not only STUPID, but it’s a cop-out, a means of crushing family members, and a one way ticket to Hell! (For those of us who are religious)

I ask you, “you” being anyone contemplating taking the lives of others, “Why not get psychological help?” Instead of killing innocent people for ANY reason, STOP and take a breath; reach out for help. Think of the aftermath of your consequences. If you kill ONE person, including yourself, you’ll spend eternity in Hell. If YOU survive this rampage, you’ll spend the rest of your life in prison. Is this what you want??? Is this the life, or “after life” you’ve dreamed of? Don’t be a fool! Consider the before and after picture before you throw your life, and the lives of others, away.

Remember this…

You may look tough during your escapade, but it’ll be TOUGH on you afterward!  


Let’s get this conversation going. I want to know what my readers’ thoughts are on the subject.

If you’re reaching out for help, I’m here for you.  I may sound harsh but I have a heart of gold and am genuinely concerned for all.

Don’t beat yourself up, reach out for help.   

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Christmas Begins with Christ…

The title I’m using, “Christmas begins with Christ,” was copied from a message that appeared on my face book wall and has stuck with me for so many reasons. It touched me so much so, I chose to use it as my wallpaper for the month of December. But it’s also a message that I feel Christ wants me to share with each of you.

With Christmas around the corner, the public’s being lured to retail stores like herds of cattle being steered toward a slaughter house to wreak havoc on their very lives. The only difference between Christmas 2013 and those before and after this year is the level of intense advertising and means of enticing us to buy from each store. Think about it, the hustle and bustle of Christmas shopping appears in songs, movies, or any where it can be fabricated to look like the “in” thing to do because, after all…”Tis the Season.”

Stained glass at St John the Baptist's Anglica...

Stained glass at St John the Baptist’s Anglican Church, Ashfield, New South Wales. Illustrates Jesus’ description of himself “I am the Good Shepherd” (from the Gospel of John, chapter 10, verse 11). This version of the image shows the detail of his face. The memorial window is also captioned: “To the Glory of God and in Loving Memory of William Wright. Died 6th November, 1932. Aged 70 Yrs.” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The Christmas season gets more frantic as years pass, and with it comes the price one puts on another’s worth, or so some think. Now, who hasn’t uttered these words or overheard them from someone else, “Well, I know Junie usually spends ten to twenty dollars on our presents so I’ve got to spend as much on hers.” Or how about this one, “We have to buy a present for ______ because they bought us one last year,” a phrase notoriously heard by many.

Well, let’s slow down a minute and think about this. “Christmas begins with Christ.” Hmmm. We could take that a few different ways. There’s:

1. Christmas
2. We celebrate Christmas because Jesus Christ was born
3. Honestly our first thought, our day, our very existence should start with
praising Christ.

Let’s focus on #2, celebrating Christmas because Jesus Christ was born.

Matthew Chapter 2:11
11. And when they were come into the house, they saw the young child with Mary his mother, and fell down, and worshipped him: and when they had opened their treasures, they presented unto him gifts; gold, and frankincense, and myrrh.

Just as it says in Matthews Chapter 2, the three wise men went and saw Jesus who was with his mother, Mary. They brought him gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh. The bible doesn’t say they brought Joseph and Mary gifts; only Jesus. (Hence, Jesus, a child, is the reason for the season).

Christmas should be celebrated by both adults and children, with Christ at the center of the celebration. However, giving presents should be more so for children than for adults. Hopefully, everyone has had a wonderful childhood where both their wants and needs were met by either their parents or the fictional character, Santa.

Christmas gifts

Christmas gifts (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’m not saying adults shouldn’t exchange gifts with one another; after all, giving is more enjoyable than receiving. But let’s be honest with ourselves, how many of us have blown our Christmas budget (if you had such a budget set aside) to accommodate funding for all the gifts needed for any given year? Or are you still paying for 2012’s Christmas gifts, or quite possibly gifts from one, two, or even three years before that?

Society has jumped on a train that is moving way too fast; similar to the Polar Express, if you will. The only difference between us and the characters on the Polar Express is we’re not going to the North Pole; we’re headed straight to financial destruction while retailers smile and wave as we go by. We need to slow down. Spending is not the reason for the season, Jesus is!

Earlier today I watched a program that gave some great ideas for gifts, its gifts of time. Examples include: offering to cook dinner for your friends or family, or drop the neighbors’ children off at school even if your children are grown up and on their own. What about volunteering to sit with your neighbors’ grandmother who’s in the nursing home to give your neighbor a break? Or go watch television and spend quality time with someone who just lost a loved one and hasn’t had time to adjust to being alone.

Here’s a thought…
If stores are able to lower their prices for “Black Friday,” which turned into “Thrifty Thanksgiving Thursday” this year, then can they not lower their prices the rest of the year if we show them what’s important? It would take time, and it’d be a ripple effect, but personally I’m getting tired of paying $13-15 for paper that’s being flushed down the toilet, aren’t you?

In closing, I just want to reiterate that society needs to slow down, to get back to the simpler times, and that Christmas isn’t about “keeping up with the Jones.” Christmas is about reflecting on Jesus’ birth and the miracle of birth in itself. For those of you with children, you were given the ultimate gift from God. We all have family. Whether it’s your biological family, a friend, or your lifetime partner, smile and know in your heart that you are loved.

That love began with Christ!

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Nelson Mandela’s Death Brings Me Great Joy!

Yes, you’ve read that right. I, as a white woman, have the guts to say that the death of a black African President brings me overwhelming comfort!

Nelson Mandela

Now, for those of you who have bothered to read on before blowing my blog off in a huff, I want to thank you because you’re the ones who’ll hear the meaning behind my title.

First of all, it’s not my wish for anyone to take my title and first paragraph to heart, as if I truly meant what I said in an ugly way; it’s only purpose was to lure in readers through my wording. For those of you who know me, you know that I adore all living things, including humans, animals, plants, etc. To lose a loved one, a great friend, or a wonderful man such as Nelson Mandela is a terrible loss for many. As we’ve seen in the reports on television, his death is felt far beyond Africa’s boundaries. But let’s get back to my title, the reason you chose to read this blog to begin with.

One’s first instinct after losing a loved one is to mourn, however, over the past decade or so people have focused more so on celebrating the deceased person’s life. Although we love and appreciate those in our lives, we tend to lift them up more so after they’re gone. Though this is sad, we have to admit, it’s true. Just as my family recently celebrated my father’s life, millions, including me, are celebrating Nelson Mandela’s life.

When I reflect on Mr. Mandela’s life, according to what reporters convey to us, I get a good understanding of his personality, his collapse, his success, and what he stood for in general. Although Africa has lost a great leader, the world has lost a wonderfully honest man that was a prime example of what all men, leaders, and presidents should pattern themselves after.

So, in closing, since we tend to lift loved ones up more so after they’re gone, I feel comfortable in saying that I’m grateful for Mr. Mandela’s passing. Because of his passing, others can reflect back on his life and see him for the wonderful person he was, and shall remain, thus raising their standards to the example he has set before them.