American Indian Monday

Quanah Parker

1852-1911

Quanah was the son of Comanche Chief, Peta Nocone and Cynthia Ann Parker. In 1867 he became chief of the Comanche. He was at one time believed to be the wealthiest American Indian in the United States. He was a bold warrior and a great leader of his people.

Dreams

I dreamed of my brother last night and woke up crying. It is so hard during this time of the year, because he passed away 7 years ago on August 8. The dream seemed so real. We were talking about how he wanted to travel, and we were drinking ice tea.

When I was little he babysat me and my little sister. He would take us for picnics, and we would walk across town just to go swimming.

He made us take shortcuts through the cemetery, and tell us ghost stories to scare us. Then we would go home and watch Gilligan's Island and he would make Spaghetti O's . I miss him.

Time

Psalm 90: 12

I was reading my daily devotion this morning and realized we have 5 months left in this year.

Swooosh.... Those 7 months went way too fast. I want to be more aware of my minutes, my hours, my days and not waste any of it. I want to squeeze every ounce of joy and life I can out of every single minute that I am living.

Blended Colors: rockin girl blogger

Blended Colors: rockin girl blogger


I was nominated for a Rockin' Girl Blogger Award by my friend over at Blended Colors , and now I have to nominate five people, here are my choices:

1. Love Conquers All
http://loveconquersall.typepad.com/

2. Quiet Life
http://www.booshay.blogspot.com/

3. Treasure Barn
http://treasurebarnblog.blogspot.com/

4. Thrifty Collage Artist
http://thriftycollageartist.blogspot.com/

5. Whispers of Inspiration
http://whispersofinspiration.blogspot.com/

Father to the Fatherless

Psalm 68:5

A Father to the fatherless,

a defender of widows,

is God in His Holy

Dwelling.

This picture is from a children's Bible I had as a child. I use to read through it everyday when I was little.

I was a lonely child. My Mom and Step-Dad drank alot, and me and my little sister spent alot of time alone. Our older siblings had moved and been married and we were left alone.

We never got to see our real Dad very often because he moved away when we were little. I always felt like a fatherless child.

One day when we were at church the preacher was talking about those who didn't have fathers. Maybe their dads had died or just left them. He said God is the Father to the fatherless.

My throat started hurting and I wanted to cry. I wanted to let out all the years of anguish I felt. But I didn't want to cry in church. When I got home I did, in the safety of my own room.

But, I was also happy that God was the Father to the Fatherless. I had a Father.

If anyone out there is struggling with not having a Father, be encouraged today. God is your Father. He cares for you.

God Bless, Nita