Friday, April 29, 2011
UPDATE on van funding
I was pleasantly surprised this week to find a check for $1,000 for the repairs on Nickie's van. The donor asked to remain anonymous even though I would love to shout the name from the roof tops, I will honor the request. We now have $1,300.00 from donors, towards the $5000.00 we need to add to our own $1,000.00 to have all the repairs on the van. I want to thank all our donors and a special thanks to our anonymous donor! God bless you all!
Monday, April 25, 2011
Change in funding goal!
Goal to fund repairs to our accessible van. I was able to find a mechanic that can replace the transmission, as well as a company to repair the lift hydraulics, regular maintenance to the lift and the leaking lift entry door seal for a total of $7,800 which is a much more reasonable goal than a new accessible mini-van or the original quotes I received of $15,500 to $18,950. We have $2,800 as our own personal goal to add to the GoFundMe goal we have of $5,000. We currently have saved $1,000 towards our personal goal. Please share the information on your blogs, Facebook, and Twitter. We can't do this without your help! Thanks
Saturday, April 23, 2011
The Supernatural
Today I was catching up on some blog reading and decided to visit Murray's blog. Murray has a wonderful way of telling a story. He isn't blogging as frequently or as in depth as he once did several years ago however I do enjoy his blog very much. I especially loved it when he would have a voice blog and I would get to hear that wonderful Australian accent of his!
The above mentioned blog post had me thinking about the time when I was about 14 or 15 and I was in what was being used as a den back then in my mother's house. There was still blue shag carpeting from the original owners, a French Provincial style sofa with some gold pattern in it and my most cherished procession my stereo system. It was a very dreary day with bursts of pouring rain that slacked off to a drizzle. My mother wasn't feeling well and had gone to lay in bed. My father had left to see some friends and I was listening to my, I'm almost ashamed to say this, Shaun Cassidy album. I was playing the album rather loudly and singing at the top of my voice when I heard the side door entrance open and slam shut. I heard foot steps down the hall way to my mother's room. I turned the music down called out to my father and looked out the door of the den.
There was no response, so I returned to the room turned the music back up and began to sing again. Several minutes passed when I again heard footsteps from the hall and the side entrance door open and slam shut again. I walked out of the room again calling for my father. I walked to the side door and looked to see if his car was in the driveway. I stood there a little confused and walked down the hall to mom's room. She was still resting but I asked her if dad had just come home and left? Her response has been something that has always bothered me. She replied, "No, but some man spoke to me in a language I could not understand, he walked into my room yelling at the top of his voice. When he was done he slapped me on my behind and left the room."
I didn't understand how she could remain so calm. She said it wasn't the first time someone or something had contacted her like that. She explained that she had visits like that several times in her life. I am still not sure I believe it but I can't deny the things I heard. My immediate response to that situation was to drop to my knees and pray that God never let me have the ability to see or hear that sort of thing again. I never have at least not really. I have since met more people than I can count that truly believe. One wonderful acquaintance that believes I have the ability to have contact with the supernatural but because I asked God to protect me from that I do not see/hear them around me.
I have like I'm sure so many of you have felt the hairs on the back of neck stand straight up for no apparent reason. I've sometimes felt a rush of wind pass me inside my house when there were no open windows or fans or logical explanation for that. I've seen out of the corner of my eye what looked like some sort of blurry something go by. I always explain it away as something in my eye or any excuse I can use to wish it away. Ultimately I pray to God that he not let me see, feel, or hear any such thing if it does exist and of course protect my family and I if there is indeed such a thing.
What is it that you believe?
The above mentioned blog post had me thinking about the time when I was about 14 or 15 and I was in what was being used as a den back then in my mother's house. There was still blue shag carpeting from the original owners, a French Provincial style sofa with some gold pattern in it and my most cherished procession my stereo system. It was a very dreary day with bursts of pouring rain that slacked off to a drizzle. My mother wasn't feeling well and had gone to lay in bed. My father had left to see some friends and I was listening to my, I'm almost ashamed to say this, Shaun Cassidy album. I was playing the album rather loudly and singing at the top of my voice when I heard the side door entrance open and slam shut. I heard foot steps down the hall way to my mother's room. I turned the music down called out to my father and looked out the door of the den.
There was no response, so I returned to the room turned the music back up and began to sing again. Several minutes passed when I again heard footsteps from the hall and the side entrance door open and slam shut again. I walked out of the room again calling for my father. I walked to the side door and looked to see if his car was in the driveway. I stood there a little confused and walked down the hall to mom's room. She was still resting but I asked her if dad had just come home and left? Her response has been something that has always bothered me. She replied, "No, but some man spoke to me in a language I could not understand, he walked into my room yelling at the top of his voice. When he was done he slapped me on my behind and left the room."
I didn't understand how she could remain so calm. She said it wasn't the first time someone or something had contacted her like that. She explained that she had visits like that several times in her life. I am still not sure I believe it but I can't deny the things I heard. My immediate response to that situation was to drop to my knees and pray that God never let me have the ability to see or hear that sort of thing again. I never have at least not really. I have since met more people than I can count that truly believe. One wonderful acquaintance that believes I have the ability to have contact with the supernatural but because I asked God to protect me from that I do not see/hear them around me.
I have like I'm sure so many of you have felt the hairs on the back of neck stand straight up for no apparent reason. I've sometimes felt a rush of wind pass me inside my house when there were no open windows or fans or logical explanation for that. I've seen out of the corner of my eye what looked like some sort of blurry something go by. I always explain it away as something in my eye or any excuse I can use to wish it away. Ultimately I pray to God that he not let me see, feel, or hear any such thing if it does exist and of course protect my family and I if there is indeed such a thing.
What is it that you believe?
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