Keep'n them safe

My son and I worked late into the night and me into the morning on a DFY project. (Drug Free Youth.) OOPS government class project. It’s an important project so I was glad to lend a hand. This one isn’t just a cool thing for him to do this is life and it’s for you and essential your children. Staying up late to put words with his video was necessity.

I pray that it saves lives.

I’d love to put the video on this site but I don’t have permission to do so.

Cody’s Law

On September 19, 2004 a 16 year old Cody Greenhaw died from a methadone overdose. He was given the drugs from the parents of his friend. They willingly gave him drugs and alcohol. He was encouraged to score for them. Did his parents see it? Yes they found the marijuana in his truck and did what most of us would do. They took away privileges and made him take regular drug tests. He passed over and over again so when he asked to spend time with his friend they gave in, after all he was doing well. He asked again, it was a birthday party so they gave in.

I can’t imagine what it was like to have police officers show up in church to tell you that your son is dead. The parents never called to tell them that they found him dead in their home.
Yes Cody had chosen to do drugs but they were given to him while the parents watched.

My son’s class decided to raise awareness and work towards strengthening the bill. They took first in the region for some of the work that they’ve done but that isn’t the true goal. They want the bill to make parents responsible for their children and your children when they are in our homes.

This one hit my heart. These kids are just like your kids. Some of the quotes are things that I’d say about my son. He was a good boy who made a bad friend. But here’s where it really hits us as parents WE ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT HAPPENS IN OUR HOMES! I have pain killers in my house. My husband has alcohol on occasion. Right now I wouldn’t be responsible if a kid overdosed without my knowledge. Look folks all that we would need to is put those items where they can’t get to them before we go for the pizza for our video playing kids. Before we leave the house with someone else’s child in it, a child that you don’t really know, put it away. Be the cool parent and keep them safe. You wouldn't put a loaded gun on your bathroom counter. Or do you?

Another thing check out who they are hanging out with. Don’t be afraid to drop by to meet the parents and don’t be afraid to see the house where they live. If it feels off it most likely is.

I kept looking at my son and saying this could be any of you.

This could be you.

He was a kind, sensitive and caring kid.

Cody’s mom Sareva Greenhaw about her son

It was not uncommon to hear from other parents that he was their favorite among their kids' friends.

He was the boy next door.

He was a good student and he was involved in athletics and church,

He was also involved in drugs,

Cody’s mom

The hardest thing you'll ever have to do is close the lid on your child's casket, and we don't want to see another family endure thistragedy.

Mark Greenhaw Cody’s dad.

PRAYING FOR DRUG FREE KIDS

DFY

Tooth fairy where are you?

Cheetah by Miss Littles

Today I got the pleasure of spending two hours in the dentist chair. Yea! I took two breaks for air and to move around. Am I finished with this adventure? No I’m not. This was the third appointment and I have one more to go on this side then when I can spend more cash I get to start on the other side. I can’t wait!

I’m having two baby teeth taken care of. Yes I still have some in the back. Kids take care of those choppers you may need them at the age of forty-six.

Brush and floss folks your dentist will thank you.

On whose clock shall our time on this realm end?

If it shall end sooner than later what shall you be doing to pass your short life away?

Will you worry about what they believe?

Will you try to persuade them?

How wrong they are, you know you are ever so right.

Aren’t you?

So when the trumpets blast will you be the one on bended knees or will you be the one waving your arms about in pride to show how right you are?

Who shall hear the words from you today?

Where is Christ in you?

Your heart or your prideful self?

Where is Christ in you?

Miss Littles has questions for you folks out in the blog world.

What is our Lord's favorite food?

Why did an angel tell Mary she was going to have a baby?


Why did the angel tell her that she would have to name Him Jesus?


Please answer on her site

http://littlesworld-milly.blogspot.com/

How's it going?

I was thinking about you and wondering how you were doing.

The right to be angry

We agree that anger is ok. I believe that all of us have been angry at some time in our lives. Some of us more times than others.

So let me tell a few little stories.

Sarah called her husband Dan as she loaded the children into the car. He gave her several things to purchase at the store and a warning that the money in the check book was low. She managed to buckle her daughter into the car seat. Something Houdini couldn’t have done while on the cell phone. She hung up and convinced her eight year old son it get in the car with a promise that it would be a short trip to the store. As she drove she told herself both kids will be in school next fall and she will be able to shop alone. She smile at the thought of not listening to her son tell her how board he was over and over again. She won’t have to worry that when she turns her head her escape artist child will be climbing out of the cart. She almost giggled at the thought of having lunch with her girl friends in a restaurant with that doesn’t have Mc something or a toy and play area. She was suddenly snapped into the real world when she heard the screeching sound. The nest call that her husband received wasn’t that from her bride to tell him how things went at the store and how she spent too much money it was from the police.

Everything in his life has now been changed.


The noise woke Molly from her sleep. She sat up quickly confused as to why she had a horrible feeling in the depths of her heart. BANG! A second gun shot. Confusion and panic overcame her as she rushed outside. Dear God why!!!! she screamed as she fell to the ground next to her son. He is just a boy my little boy.


The police seemed not to care about her feelings as they questioned her. Father, no, no father he split after my son was born. I’ve raised Jordan and his brother by myself. Drugs? No. She shook her head as she tried to comprehend what was happening. She watched while they took photographs of her son, his life blood on the street.

A case of mistaken identity. The shooter was wrong he chose the wrong young man and her life forever changed.

Will joined the military although it must have been a hard thing for a young gay man to do. He found solacement in the arms of strangers. When the doctor told him that the lingering virus wasn’t going to ever go away because he’s HIV positive his life forever changed.

Bobby’s great with children. He loves them. When his sister called with the news that his niece wasn’t breathing he rushed to the hospital. Blunt force trauma. She died from blunt force trauma. How does a two year old. . .the boy friend? His sister? The baby sitter? Their lives forever changed.

She tries to pretend she asleep so that he won’t come into the room. She tries her best to please him but always falls short. He works hard to make a living for them, it’s not enough.


Car wrecks. . .gun shots. . .diseases. . .murder. . .hurt. . .pain. . . death. . .anguish. . . .and . . . .and . . and. . .

I know some of the people who have stories like these. Some will find God. Some found forgiveness giving us an example of how loving our Lord is. Some don’t know God and if that’s what you people think He is then no thank you.


I’m blessed because I have never been angry with God. I’ve never lost a child. I’ve never been told that the illness is going to kill me. I’ve been in a bubble of a life and I’m blessed.
Others have fallen to there knees and asked God why. They have felt the burning anger and they have a right to be angry.


She was told that he wouldn’t live but a few short days after birth and at twenty two God called him home in a car wreck. His mother smiles as she tells of her loving son. He touched others lives and led them to God. She doesn’t question Him she thanks Him.


Not easy when you hold them so close. She’d have a right to be angry, she isn’t.


Is anger productive?


Yes it is!


When you hear that a man in your neighborhood grabbed a little girl. You begin to look for her, any car a bush you look at ever stranger. It could be him. When the little one is found naked and dripping with blood you get angry. You drop to your knees and pray. You drop some cash in a bucket to help the little one who will no longer be able to have children. Your anger stays because she is forever changed.


John Walsh was angry. MADD is angry. DVIS is angry.


A woman was constantly being abused by her husband, after the divorce he kept at her. The police did nothing to help her. When the cop received the call he stopped to go to the bathroom and then drove over to find her exhusband stabbing her. He took the knife away and walked to his car, unlocked the trunk and put the knife away while the exhusband stomped on her. She got angry. . .laws get changed from anger.


If we are to get angry with God then we must get up and be productive.

I pray for those of you who are hurting. I don’t know how it feels to be like you but God does and He is waiting for you to grab onto Him.

Peace Be With You.

I dropped the hook and now I'm waiting with my mocha cappa something

Ya’ll may remember how I enjoy fishing. I was fishing when I asked and I’m working on a post on this question Is it alright to be angry with God? I know what my answer is and I kind of knew what most of you were going to say.

Today I stared working on the worship slides and found this song.

I think it's fitting to start with.


My eyes are dry

By Keith Green

My eyes are dry
my faith is old
My heart is hard
my prayers are cold

And I know how
I ought to be
Alive to You
and dead to me

What can be done
With an old heart
like mine

Soften it up
with oil and wine
The oil is You
Your Spirit of love

Please wash
me anew

In the wine
of Your blood

My eyes are dry
my faith is old
My heart is hard
my prayers are cold

And I know how
I ought to be
Alive to You
and dead to me

What can be done
With an old heart
like mine

Soften it up
with oil and wine
The oil is You
Your Spirit of love

Please wash
me anew
In the wine
of Your blood

Grab a cup of coffee and share.

I want you to feel free to tell your story.
You can do it anonymously if you’d like.
I’m a firm believer that by sharing your story with others you are helping someone.

So here it is:

Is it alright to be angry with God?