Friday, August 13, 2010

Life is NOT Fair!

It’s not fair. I’m finally old enough to know; what is worth doing, what is worth enjoying and I am limited by how much my body can take. It isn’t that I miss used my body when I was young. I was pretty careful, no drugs, alcohol or tobacco. A little too much Dr. Pepper but I got lots of exercise and had no problem with weight until we moved away from home and I got lonely and homesick and turned to food for comfort.

We’ve all heard the saying, “Getting old is the pits.” It really is!

Think about it; women go through the pain and/or discomfort of childbirth and all that goes with it. When we are past our child bearing years, menopause sets in. My husband says it’s called that because men better pause before doing or saying anything. It brings a heightened sensitivity to EVERYTHING! Mood swings, the kind we had with our (ahem! Men be prepared…) “monthly” otherwise known as a week of punishment for us women and anyone around us, turn into moments of anger, crying and venting followed immediately by guilt for hurting our loved ones. It is as if a crazy person takes over your body and you have no control over what they say or do to your loved ones. Then there are the night sweats and hot flashes that hang on for months and years. No longer can I enjoy that wonderful hot cup of coffee in the morning if the thermometer is above freezing. I can’t enjoy going to flea markets or garage sales in the spring and summer. And forget anything resembling an amusement park if it is outdoors.

Added to all of that awhile back I started having trouble with my feet. I had to buy those expensive inner soles, not the outrageously priced ones which cost well over $450.00 and can only be bought after seeing your doctor & paying, a specialist & paying and getting a prescription, the $49.50 pair. After wearing them for two weeks my feet felt better. Then one morning I woke up at 4:30 am with a cramp. I hopped out of bed which twisted my knee. For days; I babied my knee taking extra care when walking or moving. I took ibuprofen to keep the inflammation down and finally I felt good. This morning I went outside, planted three plants I'd bought, two of which were in a very sad state, and when I finished I drove into town for some much needed rest, shopping. :-) When I got out of the truck I realize my feet hurt again, and my knee feels weird UGH!! Why can’t I just do what needs to be done without having to suffer for it?

Okay, maybe I should have put a little forethought into it, been wise and used another method to tackle the job. But really! Surely I should be able to enjoy the work without having to suffer for weeks. Sigh……

No, life isn’t fair, but it is blessed. I am blessed; to live in this place, to have gained the wisdom to know there must be a better way if it hurts this much, to have the joy of working outside, to enjoy the provision of flowering plants that will one day be covered with beautiful blooms, to enjoy the love of a wonderful family, to have friends who sick by me in spite of me, to realize I can call on God for help with any need. Life is indeed blessed. May you feel His blessed presence today no matter where you are or what you are doing. God bless!

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Write for Rights

For those of you who live in places chosen by illegals to settle I ask you to write your governors, senators and mayors! Get information from a trusted law enforcement official about how much crime they see from illegals. Ask a nurse or doctor you know about problems they have seen because of illegal aliens. Consider the tax burden they cause by breaking our laws, crossing the border and demanding their rights to our services. They have no rights here. I'm sure each of you knows of someone who has been adversely affected by an illegal.

It is time to stand up and demand our rights as citizens and tax payers. Time to let our governing officials know that they will not stay in office if they continue to ignore Our needs.

The following is a letter I sent to our governor. I will write again this week and continue writing until I get a response. I will call his office if all I get in response is an automated form letter.

Dear Governor Perry,

Sir, I respectfully ask that you consider the comments and suggestions in this letter. I am not one to write government officials, ever, but things are getting so bad that I have to do something.

At the age of 55 I was hoping my husband would be able to retire in a few years. We would move to a small town, close enough to a city to get good health care when needed. It looks like that will not happen for us.

As a grandmother I cherish my time with family. I pray for them daily and we help them when we can. But we can’t go see them very often. They are also Texas citizens, though they live many hours away.

Circumstances in Texas are deteriorating. I know politicians think allowing illegal aliens to come here to live and work is a good thing. Honestly, I don’t believe government officials care about anything other than their career and how much money they can put in their pockets.

The coming election has me concerned because the ex-mayor of Houston is running against you. Though I did not vote for you last election time I do not like Mr. White. I live near Houston and see first hand what he has done to that city and to us also as we see residual effects of his decisions.

You have the opportunity of making great strides towards taking back our fair state, while at the same time persuading those who did not vote for you to do so this election. By doing one thing you can set into motion the solution to our health care crisis, eliminate much of the cause of crime in our state, open up jobs for citizens of the state and ease the tax burden for the tax payer. And you can do it all by removing illegal aliens from Texas and taking away their free ride. That is something even the “Commander in Chief” has been unable and unwilling to do.

Many people think we should be more patient with them; but with the rise in crime, citizens unable to get care at emergency rooms, a rise in disease brought to the US by illegals, and a tax burden that is eating us alive the time has come to follow in the footsteps of courageous Governor Brewer, of Arizona. I ask you, Sir, to do it for your career, but do it also for us, the people of the Great state of Texas.


Mary Bell-Foster

We must write, call and continue to do so until we get what we ask for, not forgetting to ask for favor from our Lord and that He will be glorified.

Luke 18:1-5
Then Jesus told his disciples a parable to show them that they should always pray and not give up. He said "In a certain town there was a judge who neither feared God nor cared about men. And there was a widow in that town who kept coming to him with the plea, 'Grant me justice against my adversary.' For some time he refused. But finally he said to himself, 'Even though I don't fear God or care about me, yet because this widow keeps bothering me, I will see that she gets justice, so that she won't eventually wear me out with her coming!'"

May God bless you tremendously today. Mary