My mind is racing about a billion miles an hour. Full of thoughts on SOO many different things. Some good. Some bad. Just lots of different things.
It is beyond me how some people can do such hurtful things in the name of God. From what I've ever read of the bible, God accepts EVERYONE - no matter what race, sexual orientation, or even religion they are. The way I've always really looked at it - God is ONE being, and Humans just call that higher power by a lot of differnet names. But the BACKGROUND is all the same. A loving, forgiving, joyful, ACCEPTING God who watches over his creation. Not some vengeful god who judges everyone who doesn't believe the same was as a select few individuals.
So when WBC starts protesting funerals, I just don't understand. Especially those of CHILDREN. Children - according to the bible - are sin free (in a general sense of the word). Yeah, they make mistakes. They are human after all. But very few of them actually do it ON PURPOSE - knowing what they are doing and what will happen because of it. So protesting their funerals saying that they are being punished by god just breaks my heart. And Truthfully - I feel SORRY for those church members. They go through their lives so full of hate. There's no way they TRULY appreciate and enjoy their lives. And that is SAD.
Thank goodness that the gov. of OK has taken into account the feelings of the familes and passed a new law. It keeps them from being there from 2 hours before until 2 hours after the funeral. So the families won't have to deal with them. And it also keeps them further away, which is a great thing!
I guess we will see if they actually show up or not. HOPEFULLY they won't, but we know their track record, and I bet they will anyway. At least this way they won't be able to torture the families like they seem to enjoy doing.
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The storms the last few days have brought about a LOT of CRAZY pictures. And a lot of CRAZY stories and circumstances. The lady I clean for works at a school that was missed by just 2 streets - Not city blocks, but STREETS. Like, less than 100 feet away! Seriously blessed!
And there's a pic that shows the power of the storms. It's a piece of WOOD that was blown through a CONCRETE CURB! Seriously inssane!
I know it was loud enough as it passed by that we could hear it ROAR over the TV, through the patio doors. It got WAY too close for comfort. BUT, we are still here. Still alive and safe. And I am blessed in that I don't know anybody who died. I don't know anybody PERSONALLY that lost everything (although, we do know some shops that lost everything and is going to have to rebuild). So we are truly blessed in that aspect!
I do know one thing. Teachers DEFINETLY don't get paid enough for what they do for their kids. The lady I clean for on Tinker is a teacher - and has LOTS of physical problems. And yet she was still in the bathroom with her students sitting on the floor making sure each and every one of them were safe and comforted as the terrifying events were happening just around the corner. And she is hurting today for it too, but she said if she ever had to do it again, she'd do it in a heartbeat. I know when I was a teachers aid, we went out of our way for the students.
There were a few pics of teachers with their students after the storm, when they were pulled from the wreckage. And they are some of the most heartbreaking (and heartwarming) photos.
That just shows the LOVE that teachers have for their students. Such a beautiful sight. It brought tears to my eyes to see it. I am so thankful that we are going to be able to help - even if it's just a little bit - by donating some food stuffs and maybe some clothes and stuff.
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There's a story of a little boy that I've been following. His name is Tripp Halstead (sp?). He was playing on the playground a daycare, and was hit in the head by a branch falling out of a tree. It caused SEVER brain damage (like, he wasn't even supposed to survive AT ALL severe). But this little boy is a fighter, and he's still alive months later. The local news in his area did a piece, and it literally brought tears to my eyes. I can't even imagine having to do half the things that they do with him. I know I would if it ever came to it, because it'd just be instinct to do what needed to be done. But thinking about something like that happening, I just break down and cry because of how difficult it has to be for the family. To go from having a healthy, happy, crazy 2 year old little boy, to what they have now - which is still a 2 year old, but he isn't able to move on his own, has to take all kinds of meds, and can't REALLY communicate at all. Just intense to think about. You can see the news piece Here.
This little boy is still adorable. And we send prayers that he will recover considerably.
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Tomorrow is gonna be a LONG, but good day. Gonna go finish cleaning the house I'm cleaning on base first thing. And then after I'm done there I'm gonna go pick up Ivy's friend Brinna and her cousin Alissa and take the four girls to the park, or something like that. That way they can all play and hang out (without their little brothers, lol) for a while. I'm sure they will all love it. And maybe I can get some pics of them all and that way I can send them along after I can get them printed.
Anyway, for now, i'm gonna take my exhausted butt to bed and try to get some sleep. Got my brain cleared out a bit now, lol. So HOPEFULLY that'll help. :)
NIGHT EVERYONE!
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