Thank You, Billionaire George Soros!

Charlottesville, VA 2017.  Well, why stop with statues?   Maybe "Gone With The Wind" should be banned, too? Or, how about Thomas Jefferson's Monticello razed? After all, he was one of the largest slave owners in his time even though he wrote so eloquently that "all men are created equal." However, in present day, how does getting rid of these statues change the wicked past or make the horrendous act of slavery any less so? How does it absolve us as a nation? It doesn't. It can't. Yet, once we realized how wrong we were and even though it tore our nation apart, we went to war to try and right that wrong. The Civil War was Hell on earth for this nation.  It set son against father, brother against brother. It literally tore families apart.  Many died trying to set this wrong right, even though it came at a high price tearing our nation to pieces, killing large amounts of her own citizenry to do so. But, ask yourself this? Why is all this happening now, when we have lived with these monuments all these years since? Why is the racial pot once again boiling over? I believe I have the answer.  It is boiling over because there are factions in our country that want to divide us and they are working diligently to do so. This faction is Communism pure and simple. And, the very first thing Communism does is try to wipe out all of a country's history. They don't want the people to know who they really are and where they have come from. But, tell me, how are we to learn by our past mistakes if we don't know our own history? The simple truth is we can't! Before any other monument is taken down, or another statue knocked down, it should be voted upon by the members of the City Council, who represent the people of that community. It should be up to them whether or not these things should be kept where they are or put into a local museum. And, it must be done in a law-abiding way, not by lawless vandals sent and paid for by Communist Billionaire George Soros! We are supposed to be a nation of laws, and we are supposed to be a law-abiding people which sets us apart from other nations! This is a time we need to come together, not tear each other apart. Instead of tearing down marble symbols, what we really need to do is get down on our knees and ask God (as a Nation) to forgive us and then come together in love, not hate! After all, one Civil War has already been fought, we don't need another.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Every Thanksgiving, the table is set with my best china and silver, upon my fanciest tablecloth.  Every thing is in place, ready for my family to arrive. The crystal stemware, my beautiful flower arrangement in the center, everything just as I like it.  

The song "Over the River and through the Woods to Grandmother's House We Go" keeps playing over and over and over again in my head like a broken record, but is so apropos.  Considering I live about an hours' drive away from them and I do live out in the country, there are a couple of rivers they cross to get here. Albeit, Interstate bridges, but still bridges.

My oldest daughter, her husband, and my two grandsons, Brandon and Caleb should be well on their way to my house soon  I'm still surprised and shocked when I see them nowadays because I still think of them as little boys instead of the tall, handsome men they are now.  I actually have to look up in order to talk to them and they laugh those deep, nearly unrecognizable laughs and tell me how much they now tower over their "Nana."

On the table is turkey and dressing, ham with my special glaze, home-made gravy, corn casserole, sweet potato casserole, cranberry sauce, hot rolls with real butter, and my specialty dessert, Deb's Famous Cherry Cream Cheese pies (the name of the recipe was tongue-in-cheek as only my family and close friends, as well as some former co-workers have ever tasted it, but I still have high hopes. lol)

Yes, everything is set, but there is always someone missing.  Actually two people.  My youngest daughter, Melissa, and my oldest grandson, Jacob.  Fifteen years gone, fifteen fleeting Thanksgivings.  I've missed all of her twenties, and now nearly all her thirties. Not to mention these fifteen long years without Jacob.  All those years and milestones in his life, all vanished. Truly gone with the wind.

Yet, even though she is older, I sometimes feel she still really needs me.  At a young age, she was  thrown into adulthood (purposely planned and foisted upon her by another) far sooner than most girls her age. Often, I want to tell her I simply told the truth.  That the only one who can now vindicate me, is Jacob, my oldest grandson.  But, he never will because he is terrified of him, too.

What I would give to place my arms around her and just hold her, to protect her like I did when she was a chubby-cheeked little girl.  As only a Mother's love and arms will do.  Because only a Mother can make you feel truly secure in this world.  For sure, there is no one else in this world that will ever love you as much as your Mother does.  The one who gave birth to you, the one who raised you, the one who would let no one hurt or harm you for eighteen years. Only wish I could have saved you from him.  Life would have been so different for us all.

After all these years, I am really not morose, just get a bit sad missing her/them especially around the holidays.   But, life goes on and I have had to move on and live the life that God has been gracious enough to give me.  He's also has given me the faith that one day Melissa, Jacob, and I will be reunited.

I've also realize that Time is not a true healer, but Time is a great salve.  

Anyway, Happy Thanksgiving to you, and especially to those who are present in my life and the ones who are missing.

Love you all!

Trust In Him

Drink it up, soak it in.

Where life begins, where life ends.

Don't be afraid of the great unknown

God's forever on His throne.

So lift your face to Heav'n above,

always basking in His love.

Peace He gives, Peace He brings,

try and not worry 'bout anything.

For God is with us from beginning to end,

all my trust I place in Him.

Copyright © 2009 Deborah Gibson Taylor