Where do I go
When there's nobody else to turn to
Who do I talk to
When no one wants to listen
Who do I lean on
When there's no foundation stable
I go to the Rock
I know He's able
I go to the Rock
I go to the Rock of my Salvation
I go to the Stone that the builders rejected
I run to the mountain and the mountain stands by me
When the earth all around me is sinking sand
On Christ, the solid rock I stand
When I need a shelter, When I need a friend,
I go to the Rock
Where do I hide
When the storms of life are threatening
Where do I run to
When the winds of sorrow blow
Is there a refuge (a refuge) in the time of tribulation
I go to the Rock
I know (I know) He's able.
When the earth all around is sinking sand
On Christ, the solid rock I stand
When I need a shelter, When I need a friend,
I go to the Rock
~Aaron Jeoffrey~
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Friday, February 22, 2008
Vietnam 'baby-smugglers' arrested
By Nga Pham BBC News, Hanoi
Vietnamese authorities have arrested three women and a man for allegedly smuggling newborn babies to China.
The suspects were detained with two baby boys, aged one month and one week old, in Hanoi and Ha Tay provinces.
Hanoi police said they had also detained an eight-month pregnant woman who confessed to agreeing to sell her unborn baby to the gang.
The woman was being transferred to China, where she is expected to give birth to the child.
All the babies were sold for eight million dong ($500) each.
The police said they would be offered for adoption to couples in China for around $2,000 each, because they were boys.
Girls would be sold for half the amount, according to investigators.
This is the first time the Vietnamese police have uncovered the smuggling of unborn babies.
One of the boys has been returned to his birth mother, while the other is being looked after at a children's hospital in Hanoi.
Story from http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/7257123.stm
Published: 2008/02/21 15:59:00 GMT© BBC MMVIII
Vietnamese authorities have arrested three women and a man for allegedly smuggling newborn babies to China.
The suspects were detained with two baby boys, aged one month and one week old, in Hanoi and Ha Tay provinces.
Hanoi police said they had also detained an eight-month pregnant woman who confessed to agreeing to sell her unborn baby to the gang.
The woman was being transferred to China, where she is expected to give birth to the child.
All the babies were sold for eight million dong ($500) each.
The police said they would be offered for adoption to couples in China for around $2,000 each, because they were boys.
Girls would be sold for half the amount, according to investigators.
This is the first time the Vietnamese police have uncovered the smuggling of unborn babies.
One of the boys has been returned to his birth mother, while the other is being looked after at a children's hospital in Hanoi.
Story from http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/7257123.stm
Published: 2008/02/21 15:59:00 GMT© BBC MMVIII
Thursday, February 21, 2008
One of the birdies is about to fly away...
Alex was offered a football scholarship at a two year college in the NE part of our state, where he will be their kicker, and decided to accept it. After his two yrs. at this school, he plans to transfer to a 4 yr. out-of-state school to finish his degree. Right now, he's planning on architectural engineering. I'm so proud of him and really happy for him... but I'm not happy, if that makes any sense. The school is 3-4 hrs. away, and I'm just not ready for this.
Yesterday, we went up to the high school for the signing ceremony (of his letter of intent). Since we live in such a small town, the whole school is dismissed from classes to come into the auditorium and watch when a kid has one of these ceremonies. Isn't that funny?
There was one other boy signing to play baseball for another college and Alex. So each boy took turns up on the stage with his parents, coaching reps from the colleges, the high school coach, and the principal. There were speeches, clapping, pictures, etc. and I looked like a great big ole' whale (if whales get acne) up on that stage. I was self-conscious each and every second I was up there and could feel the mean, snarky little teenage-girl eyes piercing through my fatness, just like they did X number of years ago. I felt like I was in 9th grade all over again. It didn't help that the other kid's mom is considered the "hot mom" by a lot of the boys at school. Great. Just what I need- to follow the long-legged, skinny, perfectly coiffed, hot mom, in her cute little jacket and jeans, onto the stage. I was wearing my prettiest size double huge tarp but oddly, I still felt a little inferior. It really didn't help when I started sweating and the coach asked if my contractions were five minutes apart yet. OK, that last part may have been a slight exaggeration, but you get my point. I felt fat and ugly up there. But you know... Some things are not about me. Go figure. Alex looked so handsome up there, and I just could not have been more proud.
One of the news stations was there and they showed it on the evening news. There was also a nice write-up about him today in a local paper, so that's really neat for him. It was funny because Alex had already signed the real letter of intent and sent it back to the college last week, so for the "official" signing, he was given a pen to sign a blank piece of paper as flashbulbs went off, the news guy filmed, and the crowd applauded. Seemed a little goofy, but whatever... I guess that's how these things are done.
After the thing was over, the coach from the college told us he'd love to see Alex be able to come in July instead of August to start all the conditioning/work-out stuff. Yippee! He's leaving home a whole month earlier than I thought! Oh, boy. I'm so excited. See the tears of joy? In a completely separate bit of news, totally unrelated to my inability to cope with letting go, I will be needing a large casserole dish of homemade mac and cheese, a tub of Jamocha Almond Fudge ice cream (and bring the big one, please. This is no time to skimp), some M&M's, a cube of Diet Pepsi, and a bag of Pepperidge Farms Milk Chocolate Milano cookies. Mommy needs to medicate.
Here's a few pics of the signing. Mike took these and he is the king of the shaky cam, so one is a little fuzzy. This is the HS principal, the FB coach, Alex, the college recruiting/coaching guy, a wildebeast with flatiron issues who got lost and wandered in from outside looking for food, and half of Darrell. Yes, Alex bleached his hair. It was for a costume party last weekend and he kept it that way.
Here's one of Darrell with almost all of the kids, at Alex's game the other night. Livie and I had to stay home because she was sick. So here is Mike, Evan, Tucker, Darrell holding Kindra's son Braden, Kindra, Kyle, Brianna, Alex, and Nick.
And here's a couple of the little peanut before going to that game, while she was waiting for her daddy to get ready. I guess the stress of the day was more than she could take. She just flopped out on the ottoman and caught a quick refresher. Life is rough when you're six.
Yesterday, we went up to the high school for the signing ceremony (of his letter of intent). Since we live in such a small town, the whole school is dismissed from classes to come into the auditorium and watch when a kid has one of these ceremonies. Isn't that funny?
There was one other boy signing to play baseball for another college and Alex. So each boy took turns up on the stage with his parents, coaching reps from the colleges, the high school coach, and the principal. There were speeches, clapping, pictures, etc. and I looked like a great big ole' whale (if whales get acne) up on that stage. I was self-conscious each and every second I was up there and could feel the mean, snarky little teenage-girl eyes piercing through my fatness, just like they did X number of years ago. I felt like I was in 9th grade all over again. It didn't help that the other kid's mom is considered the "hot mom" by a lot of the boys at school. Great. Just what I need- to follow the long-legged, skinny, perfectly coiffed, hot mom, in her cute little jacket and jeans, onto the stage. I was wearing my prettiest size double huge tarp but oddly, I still felt a little inferior. It really didn't help when I started sweating and the coach asked if my contractions were five minutes apart yet. OK, that last part may have been a slight exaggeration, but you get my point. I felt fat and ugly up there. But you know... Some things are not about me. Go figure. Alex looked so handsome up there, and I just could not have been more proud.
One of the news stations was there and they showed it on the evening news. There was also a nice write-up about him today in a local paper, so that's really neat for him. It was funny because Alex had already signed the real letter of intent and sent it back to the college last week, so for the "official" signing, he was given a pen to sign a blank piece of paper as flashbulbs went off, the news guy filmed, and the crowd applauded. Seemed a little goofy, but whatever... I guess that's how these things are done.
After the thing was over, the coach from the college told us he'd love to see Alex be able to come in July instead of August to start all the conditioning/work-out stuff. Yippee! He's leaving home a whole month earlier than I thought! Oh, boy. I'm so excited. See the tears of joy? In a completely separate bit of news, totally unrelated to my inability to cope with letting go, I will be needing a large casserole dish of homemade mac and cheese, a tub of Jamocha Almond Fudge ice cream (and bring the big one, please. This is no time to skimp), some M&M's, a cube of Diet Pepsi, and a bag of Pepperidge Farms Milk Chocolate Milano cookies. Mommy needs to medicate.
Here's a few pics of the signing. Mike took these and he is the king of the shaky cam, so one is a little fuzzy. This is the HS principal, the FB coach, Alex, the college recruiting/coaching guy, a wildebeast with flatiron issues who got lost and wandered in from outside looking for food, and half of Darrell. Yes, Alex bleached his hair. It was for a costume party last weekend and he kept it that way.
Here's one of Darrell with almost all of the kids, at Alex's game the other night. Livie and I had to stay home because she was sick. So here is Mike, Evan, Tucker, Darrell holding Kindra's son Braden, Kindra, Kyle, Brianna, Alex, and Nick.
And here's a couple of the little peanut before going to that game, while she was waiting for her daddy to get ready. I guess the stress of the day was more than she could take. She just flopped out on the ottoman and caught a quick refresher. Life is rough when you're six.
And the Winner of the $10.00 is...
WILLIAM! Each person who donated and left a comment on the Valentine's Day Challenge post offered to give the ten dollars to William's adoption fund. You guys are all so generous and sweet, and I appreciate each one of your donations. I also received several comments by email and one or two on the groups. Thanks to all of you for helping me in this! Even though none of you wanted the money, we decided to draw a name anyway. The "winner" was: Shae (comment #10). So, Jen~ the next donation coming from my email address for $10.00 is a gift from Shae. Thank you, Shae! Thank you, everyone!
I hope everyone keeps on giving as God provides opportunity to do so! Even if you've given all you can, please remember to continually lift this little boy up in prayer. Prayer is free and waaaay more effective than cash! William's family is more than one third of the way there. I'll be so thrilled the day I see they have the whole $15.000.00, and even more thrilled the day Jen posts a picture of little William in her arms! Blessings to all!
I hope everyone keeps on giving as God provides opportunity to do so! Even if you've given all you can, please remember to continually lift this little boy up in prayer. Prayer is free and waaaay more effective than cash! William's family is more than one third of the way there. I'll be so thrilled the day I see they have the whole $15.000.00, and even more thrilled the day Jen posts a picture of little William in her arms! Blessings to all!
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