WATERWORKS

 There are all kinds of waterworks.              Irrigation, plumbing, drinking, recreational. All are important,  but the most cherished waterworks are human tears, they're emotional.

Everyone  cries for different reasons: joy and sadness, grief, anger, loneliness and I'm  sure many others. Someone who cries easily is not weak, not at all. It means they're human and care about others.

When you lose someone you love or something you love that's alive, it can knock the wind from your sails. Losing your home or your job can cause you to doubt yourself. It doesn't mean you're  bad, it's just what life entails.

Objects can mean a lot to people and represent memories. But the love of friends and family should be cherished.  Because depending on circumstances, that's not easily replaced.  Crying is a waterwork that should never be laughed at or diminished.

For the people who can't or won't cry because they want to be seen as strong, I feel sorry for them not to have that release. Holding it in just makes a person feel worse and even alone. Jesus cried in the Bible, we can too to get some peace.

 

MOTHER'S DAY 2026

 With all the disagreements in the world, there is one thing everyone can agree on: It takes a special woman to be a mother. They aren't cut out of a set pattern,  one size does not fit all. Each woman has her own style of parenting, learning through trial and error. Getting inspiration and lessons along the way from their mother and grandmother and others they admire. But they all have one thing in common: love for their children, and wanting them to be safe. And as the saying goes "Give them roots and wings." Some mothers styles may seem unconventional, doesn't mean it's right or wrong. It just means they're doing the best they can in their own way. Whatever and however they do it, they're "just being a mom". Doesn't matter whether they have sons or daughters,  they will always want the best for them, and instill kindness, honesty,  and integrity in them. So every day, not just Mothers Day or birthdays, show them all the love, respect, and gratitude they deserve for everything they've done for you. So even when they're gone, they're  still with you and always will be.

HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!!

THE BEST PART OF THE DAY

 The best part of the day, morning or evening--no matter the season if you're indoors or out,                                                  Is the feeling of peace and contentment  for all the beauty and blessings God has shown all around. 

You don't have to be rich, fancy homes, cars or clothes. Even with all that, if you can't  feel God's love and share His beauty for all--even the poorest, there is nothing that you have in your life that is real.

I'm not talking real as in property and money. I mean peace, contentment,  love from family and friends.                                The feeling that no matter what happens,  you know God's love and Grace for you never ends.

ME, MYSELF, AND I

I've never wanted to be the center of attention, or famous, or rich. Just have enough money to take care of myself and pay my bills. I want to be treated with dignity and respect, just as anyone does. I try to be kind and helpful to others. I am not a saint, I have a temper, but try not to let it get the best of me. I don't care for people who are cruel to others or to animals. If you think it's cool to act that way, you're wrong. I don't tolerate liars or those who betray my trust,  no matter who they are. I don't try to suck up to those who are "important ". I don't go for brownie points.  I do my job to the best of my ability and complete it totally,  I don't like to leave people hanging while I do other things. I try to notify people if a schedule changes so that everyone is aware and don't leave notifications to chance, whether at work or personal time. I'm not everyone's cup of tea, but I don't lie to get my way. I try to be the person God wants me to be. As long as I  do what's right and I  know it and God does too, that's good enough for me. I'm not writing this to brag about myself. I'm writing it to remind myself that no matter how someone treats me or judges me, that's on them. I know who I am.

MISSING THE VALUES OF THE GOOD OLD DAYS

 I know nothing and no one is ever perfect, but I still miss the values of the old days. Not the wars or not having enough income to get by. However, those things are happening now too. No what I miss is people were more trustworthy and kind to one another. A man's word was his bond. If someone says they'll do something, it was settled by a handshake.

Back when being logical and using common sense were part of the actual way of life on how to do things, not just some old fashioned hackneyed attitude no longer used. Before the internet could publish  made up stories about people being dead when it's a known fact they're not.

Back when people had 3 main priorities: God, their family and their country, and value the opportunity to protect all three.  Back when you could have faith in your leaders, and if they were caught doing wrong, they were prosecuted for what they did. Didn't matter what level or branch of the government. Everyone stood together for what was good for all, not just some. And people were to treat others with respect.

There was greed back then too, believing in God and  being brought up with honesty held people to a moral standard. Children were not allowed to carry weapons, especially guns unless they were hunting and definitely not to school. Parents paid more attention to what their kids were doing and who they hung out with. 

If you were able to help someone, or knew someone who could help them, they received the help they needed. Some wouldn't accept pay, they'd just tell the person to pass it on. If you  didn't agree with something,  you could protest or put up signs stating your position,  but unless you did something illegal,  you didn't need to be worried about being killed in the street because of a "misunderstanding ".

Some things will never change, but I  miss the way  we reacted to them and how we handled them.

RANDOM THOUGHTS

 What was the VERY important reason we needed to have a ballroom added to the White House, and part of the history of our nation was destroyed when they tore down  the East Wing? Why does everything that has been around for years and is currently stable need to be closed and rebuilt and add someone else's name to it when it is a memorial for someone who was murdered? We may have an immigration problem, but that doesn't  give anyone the right to attack people in the streets, their homes and schools . It definitely doesn't give anyone the right to murder people who try to stop them. Our country needs people who believe in God,  prayer, and showing kindness to others. Yes, we have a drug problem here, but starting a war and kidnapping the president of a country that is a supplier  doesn't really do much. I'm not naive,  but violence and taking over things because they want to is not what we need.  

Causing violence and hatred in our nation will not make us stronger, only vulnerable to enemies waiting for our weakness to show. We're already killing each other, who's protecting our country? Especially when our government shuts down every so often because no one can agree on anything.  It's sad.

GRANDMA AND HER VIOLETS

My grandma loved growing African Violets, her favorites were the deep purple ones . At her house she had shelves attached to the bottom of both dining room windows so they got the right rays of light from the sun.

She had all kinds of articles about the best way to help them grow. They had to have special food mixed with water. She tended to them  faithfully,  their beautiful blooms were a sight to behold.

My mom got interested in growing them, so did my Aunt on my father's side. When they'd get together they'd share notes on different colors and special fertilizers they had tried.

Everytime I  see a violet, I  think of grandma and miss her so. She'd be 125 years old this month. I'm sure she's been  tending Violets in Heaven and is happy watching them grow.