Saturday, April 18, 2015

Together Again!

Ginny's funerals are today. The reason for two is because they had lived for so long in Idaho before more recently moving to Montana. One daughter still lives in Idaho, but the other lives in Montana. I'm not sure how this will go down since it's a good drive from one place to the other.

I didn't go. I'm not really a funeral person. I know it's for the family. It's to share your condolences, to show them that you care. But, I'm part of the family and they know I care. My heart and prayers are with them today. Actually, none of the Wisconsin family members are in attendance, but they've all been there previously to show their love and support. They've been able to help make Ginny's last days as sweet as possible.

I'll always remember my grandmother's funeral. It was and will be permanently ingrained in my memory banks. It was one of the saddest days of my young life. I wanted to get in the casket and go with her, to be with her, wherever she was.

What brings me comfort today? Maybe just knowing they (Grandma, Granny & Ginny) are all together now, that they are looking down on us and that they know we will all be together again.

Friday, April 17, 2015

  1. breathe.
    "he lay back, respiring deeply"
    • (of a plant) carry out respiration, especially at night when photosynthesis has ceased.
    • literary
      recover hope, courage, or strength after a time of difficulty.
      "the archduke, newly respiring from so long a war"

I wasn't sure why Megan named her school/mission in Haiti Respire, so I Googled only to discover that it made perfect sense. I could use a bit of respiration myself.

I discovered upon further investigation and reading on that Megan has a blog. It might be fun to follow her blog in order to learn about any prayer requests or updates.

Thursday, April 16, 2015

Miracle on Voodoo Mountain

By Megan Boudreaux 

"Miracle on Voodoo Mountain" is the inspirational memoir of an accomplished and driven 24-year old who quit her job, sold everything, and moved to Haiti, by herself--all without a clear plan of action. Megan Boudreaux had visited Haiti on a few humanitarian trips but each trip multiplied the sense that someone needed to address the devastation--especially with the children, many of whom were kept as household slaves on the poverty-stricken and earthquake-devastated Caribbean island.

When I first read the above review, I knew I had to read this book. It delivered everything I thought it would. I was captivated before I started, and am still hooked even after I finished the last page several days ago.

The book was easy to read and follow. It held my interest although, at times, I was saddened and moved to tears by very difficult circumstances. It was a well written and uplifting story. I was inspired by Megan's fearless courage and obvious child-like faith which moved her to answer the call, to make a difference in Haiti.  

I was encouraged by the miracles and how God worked things out to make the improbable happen for Megan and the children. I was impressed by Megan's insight and confidence. Her wisdom was truly a gift, necessary to bring about the change and freedom to the children and future of Haiti.

I will definitely pass this book on, and thought it logical to go to someone who may be encouraged and inspired to adopt or help orphans in some concrete way. 

Thank you W Publishing Group (an imprint of Thomas Nelson) and Book Look Bloggers for providing me with a complimentary copy in exchange for my review. I was not required to give a positive review and the views written are my own.

To read more about Megan's work in Haiti, you can check it out at:

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Wednesday, April 15, 2015


One good thing over the past couple days is that I finished my book, Miracle on Voodoo Mountain. I plan to do my review tomorrow. In the meantime, I had to look for the little prose I wrote after the earthquake hit Haiti. It seems appropriate to post it today. The earthquake hit in January of 2010, but there are still so many situations today, that it is fitting to consider how to help.

how can I sit in relative comfort
even without an income, I am rich.
compared to Haiti and most of the world.

how can I sit in relative comfort?
knowing they were scooping up the dead
with a bulldozer?

how can I sit in relative comfort?
my heart goes out to those families
the devastation more than I can fathom.

how can I sit and do nothing?
with the world in such turmoil and pain?

how can I consider my own little trials
while there is such desolation there?


Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Beautiful Shining Star!

Yesterday was hectic, busier than busy with a continual flow of clients coming in to either sign their taxes or pick them up. The phones rang more often yesterday as well. There was no time to breathe much less feel the mourn. 

Today will be more of the same. That's the reason for the early posts. I know I will be exhausted by 5:00 p.m. It doesn't help that I was wide awake at 3:40 a.m. this morning. Apparently, that's the time that my brain decides to kick in and process.

I guess this is my mourn. Every comment and photo on Facebook is another painful moment. I stole this photo from one of the posts. I have no idea what exactly was going on in this picture, but it's a beautiful expression, a great one to express my mourn. It sucks that she had to lose her life to cancer. She is a beautiful shining star.