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  1. Numbers 6:24-26

    May 6, 2010 by elfqueen

    Happy To Be Home!

    The Lord bless thee, and keep thee:

    The Lord make his face shine upon thee, and be gracious unto thee:

    The Lord lift up his countenance upon thee, and give thee peace. 

    Numbers 6:24-26

    Those are the words I spoke to my 15 year old son this morning as I held his face in my hands and blessed him in the name of the Lord.  We were in the car getting ready to drive to the courthouse, where his public defender had warned us he was looking at 45 days incarceration in Juvenile Hall if he accepted the deal in his assault charge.  

    My son had told me he didn’t need me to bless him, but I argued otherwise. 

    Fighting back tears as I held his face, looking in his eyes, I could see it.  This was just what he needed.  God used me to accomplish something amazing this morning.  I had to step out of my comfort zone-humble myself.  I love that boy and I don’t want him to go to jail. 

    I prayed for God’s will this morning and I blessed my son. I know that it was a comfort to him and I told him that God would watch over him no matter what the outcome of the hearing.

    Well guess what?  My son did not go to juvenile hall today!  He has been set for trial and they have postponed it for a month.  Giving him an opportunity to show that maybe he can turn things around and doesn’t need incarceration.  He will get formal probation in any case. 

    I want him to have probation and be accountable for his crime.  I just don’t know if being locked up away from his family will help him. 

    At this time, it must not be in God’s plan for my son to be in juvenile hall and that makes this mother very happy! 

    Praise God!

    A big thank you to all my friends and family who have been praying for my son and my family!

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  2. Brothers…

    February 19, 2010 by elfqueen

    I have four sons. Each of these boys are a fascinating study in that species I have come to know as male. I have two sisters and NO Brothers.

    Men have always broken my heart. It began with my father who was divorced from my mother when I was almost six years old. I say almost six because what I remember most about the separation adjustment is the first Christmas he wasn’t home. That was four days before I turned six. The First Christmas without my daddy is a story in itself. I will save it for another time. From what I know of my parent’s difficult relationship, it was my mother who wished for the divorce, not my father.

    Well nevertheless, as with all failed marriages, it is the children who suffer most and I was no exception. I remember visiting my father when my parents were initially separated, but as time passed the visits became less frequent. Even when I did see him, I remember a man who slept a lot and left my care to my grandmother.

    I loved my daddy dearly and when I heard he would be picking me up for a visit I was overcome with excitement and joy! I missed him and spent hours daydreaming about him. I can’t remember anything very specific but I still have the picture in my mind even now of him hugging me as a small girl. Such a comforting and safe place it felt to be in his arms.

    My daddy did not have the same dreams. Even more clearly, I can remember waiting at the door, on the front porch or front lawn, searching the end of the street for the approaching sparkly brown Ford Pinto. I used to love laying in the back looking out the back window at the mountains surrounding the valley I called home. I see the small girl with brown hair sitting for hours waiting for a car that never arrives. What kind of man does that to a sweet little innocent girl. A daddy’s girl. I looved him so much. I still feel the sorrow of that little girl.

    Move forward through poor choices in boyfriends and a failed first marraige to an alcoholic who physically and mentally abused me. The verbal abuse began early on in the relationship, but I could hardly call the six months between the day I met my first husband and the day I married him a relationship. We were both drinking a lot and yes, there was drug use and abuse. It should come as no surprise, given my insecurities and inability to care for myself. The first physical abuse began about a year into the marriage-right around the time I became pregnant with my first child. It wasn’t until my son was 6 months old that I began to seriously consider leaving. Shortly after my son Tyler turned one and I saw him cringe at the sound of his father’s voice, I knew it was time to go.

    Since then I have remarried and Tyler now has THREE brothers … yes let me say again I have FOUR SONS…more to follow.

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