Bountiful GiftsPosted Tuesday, August 14, 2012, at 10:21 PM
Chloe Margaret Elizabeth Clymer. 8lbs 13 oz and 20 inches long.
None of our grandchildren have arrived in a conventional manner. You might even say that they got picked from a cabbage patch.
Each child is a treasure and blessing to David and myself. I am so looking forward to seeing what personality shines through with little Chloe!
As I have said before, grandparents are very important in this day and age. Grandparents can provide security, warm hugs and their time to help these babies grow emotionally, physically and spiritually.
There is nothing like holding a brand-new baby for the very first time to fill your very being with hope and love. I felt that way last Wednesday.
Nearly 20 years ago, I started a personal ministry called "Bountiful Gifts." I made gift baskets filled with all sorts of lovely items.
Not because I was so very talented, but that I felt inspired to give something to someone who needed tangible evidence that there was still Love and Hope Left In this Mad World that We Live In.
20 years ago, I needed that confirmation myself as I struggled with depression.
As we look at the World Gone Mad, today; those Bountiful Gifts are more important than ever. Our newest generation has never experienced the stability or security that we did growing up. They only know the reality of an electronic world of instant gratification.
Our gifts to each other don't have to be fancy or expensive. They can be kind deeds or encouraging words. It could be a funny greeting card or running an errand.
I am excited about Chloe and how she will compliment our family in the months to come! I might not get to see her as often as I would like too but she will be in my thoughts and prayers.
I believe that babies, no matter how they come into this world are blessing from God. Some take that blessing to the dumpster and others feed and clothe them.
I will never forget experience of being hugged by a total stranger. She whispered in my ear. "God Loves You." I needed that more than anything in the world.
The final lines of these blogs are sometimes the most difficult to write.
But some thoughts to ponder: What we as a nation, and the world, have in common is that God made us all.
We are loved by God. He loves us all. Sometimes we can't seem to understand why He should love our neighbor, But He Does.
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Fixing fence is the one of the hardest jobs on a ranch. I no longer live on a ranch, but I do know what hard work is. Fences are everyone's concern, but nowadays,the "hole" is always your neighbor's side not your own. It used to be that you would respect your neighbor and mend the fence together. If their cows got in your field, a simple phone call resolved the problem. You might even saddle up your own horse and help them gather them up. We need more people who are willing to roll their sleeves up and fix the fence regardless of who your neighbor is. There are people in this country who need to be reminded that a fence is like the way you should conduct your life. Your posts should be straight and neat. The wire needs to be stretched tight and your gate might be closed, but can still be easily opened. And most of all, we can all saddle up together and ride the range, it won't matter if you have an Appaloosa, Quarter Horse or Thoroughbred. The cows still have to be gathered, fences have to be fixed, and the range is a wide open space of opportunity for us all.