If You Could See Me Now…

Our prayers have all been answered. I finally arrived.
The healing that had been delayed has now been realized.
No one’s in a hurry. There’s no schedule to keep.
We’re all enjoying Jesus, just sitting at His feet.

 If you could see me now, I’m walking streets of gold.
     If you could see me now, I’m standing strong and whole.
     If you could see me now, you’d know I’ve seen His face.
     If you could see me now, you’d know the pain is erased.
     You wouldn’t want me to ever leave this place,
     If you could only see me now.

My light and temporary trials have worked out for my good,
To know it brought Him glory when I misunderstood.
Though we’ve had our sorrows, they can never compare.
What Jesus has in store for us, no language can share. (Chorus twice)

You wouldn’t want me to ever leave this perfect place
If you could only see me now
If you could see me now
If you could only see me now

Kim Noblitt

Traveling Home…

http://www.legacy.com/cantonrep/Obituaries.asp?Page=LifeStoryPrint&PersonID=135910435

RIP Grandma Jean

I will miss you.

A Post A Day for a month

I’m going to try to post something each day for the month of November. I hope this gets me into the habit of writing more regularly and getting my blog hits to be more consistent than they have been…

Stand by for shenanigans to ensue…

Why I don’t like Wisconsin….

10/11/03

We all knew the streak had to end…no one can go through 4 years of college football undefeated…but it hurt like my first loss after two summers of undefeated t-ball and softball teams…

I remember sitting in my apartment watching this game…and after it was over, promptly throwing my jersey in the washer…and washing it, even though it was the only thing in the washer…and so started my tradition of washing the jersey after a loss and not after a win.

GO BUCKS BEAT THE BADGERS!

Why Drunk Driving Will Never Be Cool…

http://www.mccookgazette.com/story/1282009.html

http://www.cantonrep.com/communities/canton/x593063245/East-Canton-teen-killed-Canton-woman-charged-in-Route-30-accident

The First Citizen Heros of the 21st Centruy…

SAN FRANCISCO – About a dozen Harley-Davidson motorcycles ridden by relatives and friends of United Flight 93 passengers and crew members roared into San Francisco International Airport, ending an eight-day journey that mirrored the plane’s intended path.

Flight 93 crashed in a Pennsylvania field Sept. 11, 2001, after being commandeered by terrorists.

The group left Newark Liberty International Airport on Sept. 3. They pulled into San Francisco just after 11 a.m. Friday, the same time the plane was supposed to have arrived eight years ago.

Ken and Dale Nacke, whose brother Louis “Joey” Nacke was on the plane, hugged and teared up as the motorcycles’ engines were turned off.

The group was followed by a U-Haul truck carrying a replica of a makeshift memorial erected near the crash site in Shanksville, Pa.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090912/ap_on_re_us/us_sept11_motorcycle_ride

This is How A Fair Ends….

http://journalstar.com/news/local/article_545413c4-9c3a-11de-9c3f-001cc4c002e0.html

Ted Kennedy

I just read a headline on Yahoo! stating that Ted Kennedy was the most important Kennedy.

Is that really true?

I do not think it is.  I think that while some Kennedy’s have contributed more than others have to the good (or ill, if that is your opinion) of this nation, they each have been important in their own time and place. Without Joe Kennedy who was killed in WWII, would the world be the place it is today, without John Kennedy, would we have ever stepped foot on the moon….without Bobby Kennedy, would human rights become such a large part of our foreign policy….

Ted has been the patriarch of that family since that sad day in 1968 when Bobby was killed and has had to deal with every family crisis since.  He comforted the family as they lost their family members…he eulogized more family members during his lifetime than most of us could ever think of.  I will never forget when JFK Jr. was killed and Ted had to go out on the boat and identify the bodies of his nephew, his wife and her sister.

Does that make him a better politician than his brothers?  Yes, he has made an enormous impact on this nation and the laws which govern it but he was afforded the time to do such things.  I often wonder what it would have been like to have grown up in the 1960’s, to watch JFK and Bobby killed and to understand the promise that left this world when they did.  I do know that had Bobby not been shot and elected President, the world would be different.  I can’t say for sure if it would have been better or worse, no one will ever know, but it would have been different.

He is not the ‘last’ Kennedy of the nine, sister Jean still survives…but Ted tried to carry the promise of his brothers on, and what a burden that had to be.  Maybe that’s what makes him the most important one to America….not the great things he did in life, but the family and time that he represented.  Maybe that is what America is mourning this week…

Update 8/29

“He answered Uncle Joe’s call to patriotism, Uncle Jack’s call to public service and Bobby’s determination to seek a newer world. Unlike them, he lived to be a grandfather.” Edward M. Kennedy Jr.

June 25, 2009

The world will remember June 25, 2009 as the day Michael Jackson and Farah Fawcett passed away…but will they remember Brian Bradshaw?

A Life of Worth, Overlooked

My nephew, Brian Bradshaw, was killed by an explosive device in Afghanistan on June 25, the same day that Michael Jackson died. Mr. Jackson received days of wall-to-wall coverage in the media. Where was the coverage of my nephew or the other soldiers who died that week? There were several of them, and our family crossed paths with the family of another fallen soldier at Dover Air Force Base, where the bodies come “home.” Only the media in Brian’s hometown and where he was stationed before his deployment covered his death.

I remember Brian as a toddler wandering around in cowboy boots and hat, not seeing the need for any other clothing. He grew into a thoroughly decent person with a wry sense of humor. He loved wolves and history. Most Christmases, I gave him a biography or some analysis of the Civil War. He read such things for pleasure.

He had old-fashioned values and believed that military service was patriotic and that actions counted more than talk. He wasn’t much for talking, although he could communicate volumes with a raised eyebrow.

He was a search-and-rescue volunteer, an altar boy, a camp counselor. He carried the hopes and dreams of his parents willingly on his shoulders. What more than that did Michael Jackson do or represent that earned him memorial “shrines,” while this soldier’s death goes unheralded?

It makes me want to scream.

MARTHA GILLIS

Springfield

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/07/04/AR2009070402024.html