The first 'gift' was completely spiritual, the second- well, sorta, and the third... well... it is certainly important enough to mention!
I keep on my iphone (I found its first flaw today- you must take your gloves off in 20 degree weather to use the touch screen- they need to fix that) the current temperature for Wichita Falls, Ft. Worth, San Antonio, and Rochester, New York. I do this because all of my family lives in one of these four places... because, believe it or not, all except for our small Texas off-shoot, all live relatively close to one another.
Today in Wichita Falls the temperature stayed below 32 all day. In Rochester it hovered near 50 around late noon. I mention this because even though they were shockingly warmer than us all day, I never once wished to trade anyone places.
So... today I reflect on the gift of my Texas birth. If these gifts are about things that have had a great importance in my life then this one surely has. Early in the month of February I was born in a small north Texas town- thank you Jesus!
To a lot of people in the United States this means nothing; however, to Texans it means everything. This gift brings about a multitude of joys: the knowledge of good food; the ability to strike up a conversation about the weather with someone I don't know; the joy of living in a conservative state; knowing the social rules of leaving a crowded parking lot; and knowing how to make a delicious glass of 'sun tea.'
I have visited New York, as well as many other states, and I am so happy I live in a place where even at Christmas we are still a little slower than most. Even the long lines in Texas are so much happier than in other places. It is just a wonderful place to be.
We may not have very much snow or any of that 'white Christmas' stuff they sing about- which is perfectly fine with me because I HATE winter and cold weather anyway- but there is no other place I would rather call 'home.'
Showing posts with label Texas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Texas. Show all posts
Monday, December 15, 2008
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Holding Our Own
That's right. For all of the undecided Americans who have yet to jump in, Mike Huckabee is holding his own- and a very powerful hold at that.
No Republican, in modern history, has ever made it into office without the South. In order to win, the Republicans MUST unite in the south. Huckabee proved he can do this yesterday. Both McCain and Romney have been awarded delegates, but only in states that traditionally go Democrat in the National election. This is of no use to Republicans.
For those of us who remain to cast our votes, it is time to rally behind the only true Republican choice...
THE REPUBLIC OF TEXAS
votes
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Seasons
For anyone who lives in North Texas you know that we have two times of year: Hot and not too hot. If we get anything else, it is not only rare but a welcome change. This year has been different. This year we have had a somewhat ‘normal’ (for the rest of the world) year as far as seasons go.
I remember all the snow at the beginning of the year because my father loved the snow. He loved all things winter. Whenever it snowed it was my father who wanted to build snowmen, have snowball fights, and find a hill to sled. The snow and ice reminded me of him so much. It also made me think of my grandmother, who also loved the snow. She forever wanted snow angels in her yard. I think more because it meant children had been there than any other reason.
Then came spring and rain. I will never forget the rains of this year because they also seemed to be effecting me in a personal way. Usually our spring is so warm that my parent’s pool is opened in March. It was cool and wet this year- too wet to open the pool that still has not been opened.
My mother went into the hospital shortly before most of the wet weather started. There were a number of days that would I come home from the hospital and there would be rain everywhere. I remember one day in particular because I had to drive slowly and find a different route than normal.
It rained the entire day before she died. Two weeks following her death, the river swelled and the city flooded like it did when I was a young child. Although I spent that week out of town, I remember feeling flooded also.
Now it is fall. The air is cooler in the mornings and yesterday I was tempted to leave my window open as I slept. Fall makes me think of open windows with curtains dancing in the breeze. Soon I will replace the setting on my table top with the Capricorn that my mother bought me a few years ago. The slide to winter will begin again.
I wonder why our years start and end in winter? The year begins with a burst of cold, harsh wind and ends the same. Why? O well…this new winter will be, if nothing else, interesting to say the very least.
I remember all the snow at the beginning of the year because my father loved the snow. He loved all things winter. Whenever it snowed it was my father who wanted to build snowmen, have snowball fights, and find a hill to sled. The snow and ice reminded me of him so much. It also made me think of my grandmother, who also loved the snow. She forever wanted snow angels in her yard. I think more because it meant children had been there than any other reason.
Then came spring and rain. I will never forget the rains of this year because they also seemed to be effecting me in a personal way. Usually our spring is so warm that my parent’s pool is opened in March. It was cool and wet this year- too wet to open the pool that still has not been opened.
My mother went into the hospital shortly before most of the wet weather started. There were a number of days that would I come home from the hospital and there would be rain everywhere. I remember one day in particular because I had to drive slowly and find a different route than normal.
It rained the entire day before she died. Two weeks following her death, the river swelled and the city flooded like it did when I was a young child. Although I spent that week out of town, I remember feeling flooded also.
Now it is fall. The air is cooler in the mornings and yesterday I was tempted to leave my window open as I slept. Fall makes me think of open windows with curtains dancing in the breeze. Soon I will replace the setting on my table top with the Capricorn that my mother bought me a few years ago. The slide to winter will begin again.
I wonder why our years start and end in winter? The year begins with a burst of cold, harsh wind and ends the same. Why? O well…this new winter will be, if nothing else, interesting to say the very least.
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Texas My Texas
I was inspired last night from someone who had been away...
Texas Our Texas
Texas, Our Texas! all hail the mighty State!
Texas, Our Texas! all hail the mighty State!
Texas, Our Texas! so wonderful so great!
Boldest and grandest, withstanding ev'ry test
O Empire wide and glorious, you stand supremely blest.
God bless you Texas! And keep you brave and strong,
God bless you Texas! And keep you brave and strong,
That you may grow in power and worth, throughout the ages long.
God bless you Texas! And keep you brave and strong,
That you may grow in power and worth, throughout the ages long
Texas, O Texas! your freeborn single star,
Texas, O Texas! your freeborn single star,
Sends out its radiance to nations near and far,
Emblem of Freedom! it set our hearts aglow,
With thoughts of San Jacinto and glorious Alamo.
God bless you Texas! And keep you...
Texas, dear Texas! from tyrant grip now free,
Shines forth in splendor, your star of destiny!
Mother of heroes, we come your children true,
Proclaiming our allegiance, our faith, our love for you.
God bless you Texas! And keep you...
God bless you Texas! And keep you...
I am a Texan... ‘nough said.
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