Thomas Kincade - rest - Marine's.....

I don't know about other folks, but I just love all of the paintings and art work by Thomas Kincade. I am especially fond of the picture's like this one, where it is a little cottage in the woods by a babbling stream. A place where you can almost imagine yourself walking around the roses that grow so beautifully by the cottage, or see your self sitting on a bench by the stream, listening to all the birds.

Today, I think I shall have some quite time. I will of course, be attending to some much needed house work, but with all of yesterday's **events**, I shall find some time today where I can indulge in a bit of quite, peace, stillness, and maybe do some reading while listening to some peaceful music.

I am finding that I have such conflicting feelings about my son going into the service. Not that I am doubting Bobby, but differing feelings of pride, concern for him and his future, his future in the military in general especially considering the state of our government and it's upcoming leader (???) and his plans for our military, the "job" or "particular training" that he is choosing in the Marines, just stuff like that, and.....well....just everything. I/we (hubby & I) have always know that Bobby wanted to go into the military, but last year our **previous** family doctor told him "your flat footed as a duck, the military won't take you". We later found out that he was totally against the war, and really did his best to talk young men ***OUT*** of going into any branch of the military. Bobby, for over a year now had stopped thinking about going because of having been told "your flat footed, they wont take you". Well a couple of weeks ago, when my nephew Zachery was in town after having graduated from boot camp, we found out he is flat footed as a duck also, and that it is not a problem any more. Well, that was all Bobby needed to hear. The very next day he was off to the recruiter's office. At first he went to the Army recruiter, but then decided to go to the Marine recruiter's office instead.

So that brings me back to today. My little redneck is in Charlotte, going through what they call M.E.P.S. (? I think ?). Now yesterday turned out to be very frustrating because I was called and told that there were all kinds of information that they were in need of. I became angry because I had given them all of Bobby's transcript's, birth certificate, high school diploma, medical records, &....everything they had asked for, and I gave it to them ***2 weeks ago***. Well, these recruiter's waited until ***yesterday morning*** to open all the information and look over it, only to realize that there were many more things that ***I*** needed to get to them. AARRRGGGGG!!!!! Man oh man was I angry. I had to leave my chiropractor's office a few minutes early and go down there and find out exactly what information was needed. So I went, I found out, I told them it was going to be at least 3:30 or 4:00 pm before I could get to the house and gather up, and re-do all the things that they were needing. They said that was fine, they could go ahead and send Bobby on to Charlotte, so that he could get started. Yeah right!!!!! Just after I went out their door, Bobby comes out, telling me that they need copies of some release form from when he had surgery when he was 4 years old. So I had to go back in and let them know that THEY were going to have to take him to the hospital to get the papers, because I could not miss my infusion appointment. So they took Bobby to the hospital to get the copies of all they needed. Then Bobby and one other young man were finally sent to Charlotte. Everything was going fine until just a few minute's ago. I just got a phone call from my little redneck telling me he is going to have to stay one more night because the recruiter's here ***FORGOT!!!*** to send those copies of the medical papers that they had taken Bobby to get from the hospital.!!
I mean really, just how dis-organized can one tiny group of men be??????? Now, because of their lack of organization, my son will have to miss **another** day of work (with mo pay, mind you) because of their incompetence. THIS DOES NOT MAKE ME FEEL VERY SECURE about much of anything with the Marines right now.!!!

So, as you can see, now, more than even an half hour ago, I want/need to be able to calm down, have some quiet (some would say that this is sometimes difficult for me, especially when I am angry, ~~grin~~, LOL) and some rest. I am however (more than **they** realize) becoming quite good at finding some calmness, peace, quiet time, and serenity with-in myself. And more and more each day, I go to the One and the one place where that peace and rest can always be found. Jesus Christ, my friend, my Lord, my everything.

He, (Jesus), is like this cross in the Thomas Kincade painting, always there looking over us, even when a storm is raging, and the waves are churning all around us.
I am so glad. I am ever so thankful. I will be eternally grateful.

I also wanted to say, Thank you my sweet friends for all of your loving, kind, & supportive words, that you wrote yesterday in your comments. I appreciate all of you more than you know. Please keep Bobby (our little redneck) in your prayers. Thank you.

I truly hope your day will be a **fantabulous** one!



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