Abba, YOU never give up on me...

Time after time, You've been left behind. like the sun when it's starting to rain. and time after time, You've been forgotten, like a picture that's faded with age. time after time, You ran after me, when I was still running away.

You never give up on me. no, You never give up on me. though I'm weak, and You are strong. You told me that I still belong. no, You never, never give up on me.

time after time, I've used Your grace as a way to do as I please. I've taken for granted the prayers that You answered. and never be all i could be. You are holding out Your hands, and now i clearly see.

You never give up on me. no, You never give up on me. though I'm weak, and You are strong. You told me that i still belong. no, You never, never give up on me.

You always erase all my mistakes. You lift me up when I’m down. through all the ages, Your love never changes. You welcome me just as I am. 

You never give up on me. no, You never give up on me. though I'm weak, You are strong. You told me, i still belong. no, You never, never give up on me. never give up... never give up on me.

Ok, this has been on my mind lately… this is what’s been bothering me… for those of you who’ve been asking… ;)~

I haven't taken each day as I know that God would want me to.  I've been giving into worrying over my future, and present life.  It's so easy to look at the challenges being too big to handle. But with God, ALL things are possible!  I once again, gave ground to satan – I’ve been taking over the reigns of my life, and I need to hand them back...  I believe that Jesus allows challenges into our life’s to grow us [me] closer to Him, maybe our [my] family /or friends… sometimes it's hard to understand why God never gives up on me.   He has so many "chances" to do it...but each time I realize I've run away from Him, and before I even think about "searching" for Him, He's already there.  Jesus Christ is an awesome God, isn't He?!!   As some of ya'll know, I've been searching with where and what the Lord has for me.  I’ve allowed worrying too much about where He will have me in the future and the trust and faith that I must keep a hold on is a moment by moment focus of the Lord in my mind and heart… He's in control, not me, or anyone else. ~ 

 The secret of life... is letting go. the secret of love... is letting it show. in all that i do. in all that i say. right here in this moment. the power of prayer is in a humble cry. the power of change is in giving my life. and laying it down. down at Your feet. right here in this moment.

Take my heart. take my soul. i surrender everything to Your control. and all that is within me. i lift up to You and say, i am Yours and Yours alone, completely."

This journey of life, is a search for truth. this jouney of faith is following You, every step of the way. through the joy and the pain. right here in this moment.

Take my heart. take my soul. i surrender everything to Your control. and all that is within me. i lift up to You and say. i am Yours and Yours alone, completely."

Right here, right now, and for the rest of my life...here i say...take my heart... take my soul. I surrender everything to Your control. and let all that is within me, live up to You and say, i am Yours and Yours alone, completely. i am Yours and Yours alone, completely.

I like the first song “Never give up on me” (Josh Bates) because it describes my Lord… the second song “Completely” (Ana Laura) I sing along to as often as it’s played… I ought to buy the cd…. ;)~ Thank ya’ll for being there...

I needed to be reminded of this... I recently lost the view I need to KEEP of my Lord. ;)  He has not moved... and now I feel like I'm back from a disversion off the path.

Subject: Charlotte Observer : Will America turn its back on my sons

 FYI--  An angry "farm" Mom...

 Posted on Tue, Mar. 27, 2007

 Will America turn its back on my sons?

 CATHY FLOYD 

Our son is in Iraq. 

He is in the infantry. This is his second tour. His commitment was supposed to be over this spring. He is not getting out or coming home then. He is staying until his unit's deployment is over and their mission completed --whenever that is.

 His younger brother is in Army ROTC and expects to be commissioned into the infantry later this year.

 The Army did not pay either son's tuition. We did. They don't "owe" this to the government.

 nobody wants this war over more than we do.  My sons accepted danger. 

The older one started his journey toward this three-year tour in the Army before Sept. 11, 2001, but he did not sign the dotted line and commit himself until the summer of 2002. It was clear at the time that this nation would be at war with Islamofascist extremists somewhere in the world by the time he graduated from college and entered active duty. 

The younger one started his ROTC program that same year and signed his commitment in 2004, long after it had become clear that the war against terror was not a walk in the park and would not be over in a couple of months, as Desert Storm had been. He was already simultaneously enlisted in the South Carolina National Guard when he committed to extending his tour by six years after officer training.Unlike our politicians, Brian and Paul are unable to change their minds according to the latest poll.

 The older one has seen war, with its death, destruction and evil, up close and personal. His roommate was killed by an IED last time. He has lost several friends and seen several others in his "band of brothers"  sustain life-changing injuries. 

He doesn't like it much. But he wouldn't leave his men if Congressman Robin Hayes himself sent a helicopter over there with special orders to bring Lt. Floyd home to his mother right this minute.

 His is a level of commitment and character that few politicians are able to fathom.

 The younger one has seen that war is not much fun for the families at 

home.

 He doesn't get to change his mind, either. He doesn't want to.

 Meanwhile, those who have sent them to war have turned on them. That includes our politicians and many of the American public who are more wrapped up in and knowledgeable about the Anna Nicole saga than they are about the history of this great nation and the threats we now face.

 Two hundred and eighteen gutless fat cats in Congress have passed a bill telling the world that we are quitting in less than 18 months. 

Now, let me get this straight: We're going to put our men and women in danger every minute for 17 months but we have no objective other than to leave?

 Why not leave now if we are just throwing in the towel? 

Who knows how many self-serving demagogues in the Senate will jump on this bandwagon? It all depends on the media and the polls, I think.

 And, oh yes, one more thing was driving the House vote:

 Money. 

Pork.

 I call it Blood Money -- and I come from a long line of peanut farmers. 

They sweetened their little bill with ridiculous pork projects, paid for by us, and designed to bribe a few congressmen who were on the fence, trying to decide if they should go with what they know is right for the country and for our servicemen or if they should play politics in order to improve their chances of holding on to their dream jobs.

 A little money thrown in to the decision-making process usually helps to clear up all the confusion.

 They sicken me. I'm tired of them playing their games.

Here's my memo to Congress.

 Dear senators and representatives: 

If this nonsense continues, I want my son on the first chopper out of there. My boys will lay down their lives for all of you. You have no right to turn on them. AND YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO RISK THEIR LIVES FOR NOTHING.  If you think I'm mad, you don't even want to think about the hurt and anger of the majority of those thousands of servicemen and women who have sacrificed their physical and mental health or of the families who have lost loved ones for a cause that we are now told is not important.

   -- Cathy C. Floyd

 

 

In a Marine barracks in Iraq .... who says Marines are don't get it?

My Darlin' Valentine

Collards is green

my dog's name is Blue

snd I'm so lucky

to have a sweet thang like you.

Yore hair is like cornsilk

a-flapping in the breeze

softer than Blue's

and without all them fleas.

You move like the bass,

which excite me in May.

You ain't got no scales,

but I luv you anyway.

Yo're as satisfy'n as okry,

just a-fry'n in the pan.

Yo're as fragrant as "snuff"

right out of the can.

Still them fellers at work,

they all want to know,

what I did to deserve

such a purdy, young doe.

Like a good roll of duct tape

yo're there fer yore man,

to patch up life's troubles

and fix what you can.

Yo're as cute as a junebug

a-buzzin' overhead.

You ain't mean like those far ants

I found in my bed.

Cut from the best cloth

like a plaid flannel shirt,

you spark up my life

more than a fresh load of dirt.

When you hold me real tight

like a padded gunrack,

my life is complete,

Ain't nuttin' I lack.

Yore complexion, it's perfection,

like the best vinyl sidin'

despite all the years

yore age, it keeps hidin'.

Some men, they buy chocolate

for Valentine's Day;

They git it a Wal-Mart,

it's romantic that way.

Some men git roses

on that special day,

from the cooler at Winn-Dixie,

"That's impressive," I say.

Some men buy fine diamonds

from a flea market booth,

"Diamonds are forever,"

they explain, suave and couth.

But for this man, honey,

these won't do.

Cause yo're too special,

you sweet thang you.

I got you a gift,

without taste nor odor,

more useful than diamonds...

It's a new trollin' motor!!!