My Passions

Proverbs 31:8 - 'Speak up for the speechless.'
Intent to be a voice for voiceless / the unborn.

Friday, October 11, 2013

Have You Ever Hugged An Angel?

There's nothing quite like an angel's hug.
My angel's name is Lindsey.
Have you ever hugged an angel?
It was my honor the other day.

There's nothing on earth quite like it.
It takes my breath away.

I hold my angel so tight, so close. 
Its not-at-all easy to let go.

I'm 'Grandma' to an angel.
And oh, how I love her so.

Though I softly whisper, 'I love you.'
I'm fairly certain she cannot hear.

But, I am certain she gets my message.
You see, I feel God's presence near.

Jesus loves his little children.
And He loves my angel very much.

When my angel is wrapped in my arms.
We both feel Jesus' heavenly touch.

Please keep Lindsey, and all of us who love her so much, in your prayers.
Lindsey has Tay Sachs disease.  She's 10 years old.




Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Life Chain

Join thousands of pro-life individuals across
the United States and Canada in prayer.

Take a stand for those who cannot stand up for themselves ... the voiceless ... the unborn.

Winston-Salem, North Carolina LIFE CHAIN

Sunday - October 6, 2013

2:00 - 3:30 p.m.

Hanes Mall Boulevard - West of Stratford Road

- on the sidewalk - in front of Kohl's & Home Depot -

Coordinator:  Lori Bowser    bowser.lori@gmail.com


Life Chain is a quiet, peaceful and prayerful public witness of pro-life individuals standing for 90 minutes while praying for our nation and for an end to abortion.

Life Chain is a visual statement of solidarity by the Christian community that abortion kills children and that we support the sanctity of human life from the moment of conception until natural death.

Life Chain participants will be a light in a darkened world as we help put an end to abortion through prayer.
  • Bring your whole family.
  • Water, lawn chairs, umbrellas and strollers are welcome and encouraged.
  • Approved signs will be provided.
  • Do not bring home-made signs.


Tuesday, July 9, 2013

House Bill 695 - Family, Faith, and Freedom Protection Act 2013

We've got rights!

Constitutional rights.
Conscience rights.
Civil rights.
Freedom rights.
Human rights.
Legal rights.
Moral rights.
Religious rights.

And, our rights are at stake.

Here's a brief summary of what's included in House Bill 695 - The Family, Faith and Freedom Protection Act of 2013:

Speak up for the speechless, in the cause of all who are appointed to die.
  Proverbs 31:8
It prohibits the use of foreign law, such as Sharia law, from being applied in family court actions in North Carolina, if such action violates a person’s fundamental constitutional rights.

It expands conscience rights for people employed in the medical field who have moral or religious objections to participating in any procedure that may lead to an abortion.

It prohibits coverage for abortion in health plans offered through health care exchanges under 'ObamaCare.'

It prohibits city and county governments from providing abortion coverage beyond what is provided by the State Health Plan for Teachers and State Employees.

It bars sex-selective abortions – abortions performed simply because of the unborn child’s gender.

It requires that any time a surgical or chemical abortion is performed the doctor must be physically present for the full procedure.

To prevent Gosnell type violations in abortion clinics, the bill mandates that the North Carolina Department of Health and Human Services produce regulations that ensure such clinics are similar to surgical ambulatory centers.

This is an historic moment in North Carolina history.

Contact Governor Pat McCrory.  Ask him to sign HB695 into law.

Protect your rights. 





 

Monday, April 15, 2013

Left Unsaid

 
Speak up for the unborn.  Be their voice.
I've heard it said that some things are better left unsaid.
I'm not entirely convinced.

I mean, if I kept my mouth shut ...
  • My family might not fully understand the depth of my love for them.
  • My friends might not fully understand how much their friendship means to me.
  • And, my neighbors might not fully understand my actions.
I'm quite aware that our mouths carry the potential of causing trouble.  In those instances, troublemakers should give consideration to the closed-mouth option.

Even greater, is my awareness that if we don't use our mouths for good - no good can come from that.

When I think my thoughts are important, I share them.  Verbally.

That being said, I have a thought to share.  I believe its important.  I believe its useful.  And I believe if its left unsaid, innocent people will die. 

Really.

So, I speak up, speak out, and speak with intention.

I 'speak for those who cannot speak for themselves.'

I speak for the unborn.  I am their voice. 

I believe if the unborn children could talk, they'd tell their moms to choose life.  Better said ... they'd beg, plead, and cry out for their lives - to the top of their lungs.

Of that, I am entirely convinced.

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Treadmilling

That's what I'm sayin'.
I'm on my gazillionth diet and exercise plan.

A 'gazillion' might be a bit of a stretch, but I'm quite certain it's somewhere in that general vicinity.

Actually, it's more of an exercise plan than a diet plan.  At least at this early stage in the game.

It just seems a little premature to incorporate a diet along with the exercise when Thanksgiving dinner and Christmas cookies are looming just around the corner ... patiently waiting to be devoured by yours truly.

Encouraging its employees to stay fit, the company I work for has a fitness center.  Admirable I suppose since we are, after all, a group of facilities whose purpose is promoting and/or restoring health. 

At this stage in the game, I feel I most appropriately fit in the health restoration category.

Not wanting to blow my personal health restoration plan altogether, I'll wait 'til January - like everyone else and their brother - to focus on the (ugh!) diet part of my overall health program.

For now, fitness is my goal.

The fellow who runs the employees' fitness center decided it'd be a cool idea to organize a fitness contest, duly named the turkey trot since we're approaching Thanksgiving. 

Contestants are required to work out in the fitness center at least 30 minutes, 3 times a week, for the next 8 weeks.  At the end of the 8 weeks, the turkey-trotters' names are put into a pot from which one winner is chosen.  The prize?  A free one-year membership to the gym.

This is week 4.

I haven't lost weight yet. 

I can't honestly say that I have that winning feeling yet.

And I'd be lying through my teeth if I said my participation in the contest is enjoyable.  Nope.  Not even a 'ride in the park.'  Not by a long shot.  But I must say, I do feel I've done this body good at the end of each workout.

On a positive note - I'll be celebrating my 55th birthday in January.  And since I'd like to think I have at least another 30 good years left, I suppose its in my best interest to keep moving ... and not toward the cookie jar.

Gone are the days of eating whatever I want, whenever I want, while doing absolutely nothing in particular - and still fitting into those cute jeans.  Gone!

On the flip side, these days I'm reading while walking on the treadmill and watching television while hula-hooping.

Multi-tasking at its finest?

My elders always told me this day was coming.

All I've gotta say is, this better pay off ... big time.  Or someone's gonna have to relocate that cookie jar.

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Out of My Comfort Zone

What just happened? 

Hadn't I already made up my mind?  Hadn't I already decided I was not going to put myself in that place again?  Hadn't I already determined stepping out on a limb was risky business?

No, the limb relationship was not romantic in nature.  Instead, it was a relationship of a much different sort.  My limb and I were to have developed a trusting and genuine friendship.  At least, that's how it was supposed to have played out.

It didn't.

My limb broke.  Hard.  And in pieces.

Then God stepped in.

Apparently, He'd determined my limb needed re-visitation.

And apparently, He was intent on persuading me to realize that the limb-stepping business isn't necessarily as monstrous a risk as I might have supposed.

Despite my determination to avoid limbs, at all costs even, my Lord scooped me right up from where I thought I'd securely cemented my feet, and transplanted me smack dab in the middle of a similar limb.  A limb I was avoiding - like the plague.

Just so you know, He and I had discussed this whole limb-thing many times over the past two months.  I'd already expressed my concern to God that limbs were not for me, and not at all what I'd bargained for.

Oh sure,  I had prayed for His divine intervention.  But honestly, my prayers weren't all that convincing - to myself even.

But oh, what a wonderful thing when God intervened anyway.  Despite my having given up on going out on a limb.

I'm gonna stay out on this limb awhile.  I believe it's a little stronger than the other one.  And, I believe I'm a little stronger because of the limb that broke.

What if this one breaks? 

There are other limbs in the forest.  Lots of 'em.

What an awesome God we serve.

I don't know about tomorrow.
I just live from day to day.
I don't borrow from its sunshine,
For its skies may turn to grey.
I don't worry about the future,
For I know what Jesus said.
And today I'll walk beside Him,
For He knows what lies ahead.
 
Many things about tomorrow
I don't seem to understand.
But I know who holds tomorrow,
And I know who holds my hand.
 
- Lyrics by Ira Stanphill, 1950 -


Thursday, October 4, 2012

The Finish Line

It's the goal of all marathon runners, isn't it?  Crossing that finish line.

Whatever it takes!

Taking a step or so further, the truly impassioned marathoner crosses that line with such determination as to leave others running the same race dust-covered.

The runner's distinctive steps? 

They're measureless.  They're limitless.  They're timeless.
  • Run with a prize in mind.  - 1 Corinthians 9:24
  • Don't hold back.  - 1 Corinthians 9:25-27
  • Physical training.  - 1 Timothy 4:8
  • Follow the rules.  - 2 Timothy 2:5
  • Finish the race.  Have faith.  - 2 Timothy 4:7
  • Run with perseverence. - Hebrews 12:1
  • Discipline and strengthen yourself. - Hebrews 12:11-13
  • Depend on Christ for strength in everything.  - Philippians 4:13
  • Place your hope in the Lord to renew your strength. - Isaiah 40:31
  • Hold on to what you have, so that no one will take your crown.'  - Revelations 3:11
What type of crowns? 
  1. The crown of RIGHTEOUSNESS.  2 Timothy 4:8 - 'Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day - and not only to me, but also to all who have longed for His appearing.'
  2. The crown of REJOICING.  1 Thessalonians 2:19 - 'For what is our hope, our joy, or the crown in which we will glory in the presence of our Lord Jesus when He comes?'
  3. The crown of LIFE.  James 1:12 - 'Blessed is the one who perseveres under trial because, having stood the test, that person will receive the crown of life that the Lord has promised to those who love Him.'
  4. The crown of GLORY.  1 Peter 5:2-4 - 'Be shepherds of God's flock that is under your care, watching over them - not because you must, but because you are willing, as God wants you to be; not pursuing dishonest gain, but eager to serve; not lording it over those entrusted to you, but being examples to the flock.  And when the Chief Shepherd appears, you will receive the crown of glory that will never fade away.'
  5. The ETERNAL crown.  1 Corinthians 9:25 - 'Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training.  They do it to get a crown that will not last, but we do it to get a crown that will last forever.'
What will we do with our crowns?  Lay them at Jesus' feet. - Revelations 4:10

Oswald Chambers said, 'Begin to know Him now, and finish never.'

Well said! 

Don't just start the race.  Don't stop!

Friday, July 13, 2012

What Happens at Grandma's . . .

.
What Happens at Grandma's ... Stays at Grandma's
(unless she posts it in her Blog)
Our twin 3-year-old grandsons - Samuel and Anderson - are spending a 4-day weekend with us - Grandma and Grandpa, a.k.a. 'PaPa Joe'.

Today is day # 2.

We initiated the spoiling-factor on day one ... hour one, to be precise.

Note:  It's an all too-well-known fact that this Grandma does not like to cook.  Nope!  So needless to say, we won't be baking any cookies or letting any pies cool in the window.  Hello! ... I  believe that's what they invented bakeries and grocery stores for. 

Home-made ice cream?  Are you kidding me?  There's a great ice cream shop nearby.

I'm not at all a fan of what I like to call prehistorical methods of spoiling the grandkids. 

Nope!  Thanks to modern-day kitchen-ology (pre-packaged food items), junk food 'spoilification'  (yes, I made that word up) of the grandkids is a breeze. 

Samuel and Anderson have already indulged in their fair share of Snickers ice cream slathered in Hershey's chocolate syrup (twice), chocolate chip cookies (the package label says they're 'just like homemade'), and movie-theatre popcorn (at the movie theatre during hour one of their visit) ... you guessed it ... smothered in butter.  It's all okay - they really do wash it all down with skim milk.  And yes, they eat all their vegetables first.  ... Sometimes.

Hey, I'm Grandma.  That's what we do.

What's in store for the remainder of 'Vacation at Grandma's House'?  More of the same.  Plus, swimming pools, kids' movies, Sunday School, playing in the park, coloring books, storybooks, hide-n-seek, silly songs, silly dances, Tonka trucks, and staying up past bedtime.  

The great thing about Grandparenthood?  Time!  Lots more than ever before.

This is the life!

Proverbs 17:6
'Children's children (grandchildren) are a crown to the aged.'

This Grandma wears 4 crowns:

Lindsey
Audrey
Samuel
Anderson

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Teen Pregnancy

They say, 'there's nothing new under the sun.'  Nothing!

Ecclesiastes 1:9
'What has been, will be again.
What has been done, will be done again.
There is nothing new under the sun.'

Not even teen pregnancies, nor the formation of personal opinions, criticisms, and judgements that befall them, or the roller coaster of emotions that accompany them.

If you're at all familiar with my personal voice for the unborn, you're undoubtedly just as well-acquainted with my genuine love for, concern for, and connection to their mothers, especially the teen mothers..

The connection?
  • I know where they're coming from.
  • I know where they're going.
  • I understand their emotions.
  • I was one of them. 
. . . excerpt from my book - PREGNANT AT 16 . . .

Though my memory may be dim on a number of things, I have a hundred-watt recollection of the moment that I found out that in just a few months someone ~ a very little someone ~ was going to be depending on me ~ ME ~ for everything.

I was still dependent on my own parents.  How was this going to work?

I remember this one moment in time, as if it occurred only yesterday . . .

My mom had just picked me up from high school.  As she drove what turned out to be the longest drive home ever from school, I noticed that she was suspiciously quiet.  I could tell that she was deep in thought, but I had the distinct feeling that she might share those deep thoughts with me.

She kept looking at me with those distinctively special 'mom eyes.'  You know ~ the mother's eyes that are so intensely loving, yet so intensely concerned at the same time.

I sensed that she must have something terribly important to tell me.  It quickly became obvious to me that, at any moment, whatever was on her mind would be verbally passed along to me.  She had something to say ~ something to tell me ~ but, she just wasn't quite sure where to begin.
I thought, 'Did somebody die?'

As we were driving down the road, having already turned onto the quaint, midwestern street where we lived, my mom (who had taken me some days or weeks earlier to the family doctor for a pregnancy test ~ because moms really do seem to have a kind of sixth sense, especially about their own offspring) decided to just come out and say what I'm sure had been weighing quite heavily on her mind all day so far.

Ever so gently, compassionately, and quietly, but matter-of-factly, she put her precious hand in mine and said, 'Lori, you are pregnant.'

It was at that moment that my hundred-watts of mind juices really started flowing and, in fact went into overload.

My heart sank to my stomach.

My stomach made its way up to my throat.

My once rosy cheeks now lacked of any color at all.

My insuppressible tears flooded my cheeks, drenched my clothes, and sprinkled onto my high school books.

I glanced over at my mom again.

Her 'mom eyes' were bigger-than-life filled with the compassion that only a mom can have for her child.  In my case, a child having a child ~ her baby having a baby.

After swallowing the big lump in my throat (it took several attempts), I quietly asked my mom to 'just drive around the block.'

I wasn't ready to go into the house yet.
I wasn't ready to go on with the rest of the afternoon.

Quite frankly, I wasn't ready for anything. 

And, I sure wasn't ready to be a 'mommy.' 

Not me.

Not at 16.

Thursday, May 3, 2012

'Shelbinator' - College Graduate

College graduation?  Wasn't it just Day Care Graduation the other day?

My Mom and Dad were right ... The older I get, the faster the days and years fly.

Shelby, a.k.a. the 'Shelbinator', graduates from Guilford College this coming Saturday morning.  She's the third and last of our children to move into the 'real world' of adulthood.  I'm happy for her.  I'm proud of her.  And, I'm confident she'll succeed in all she sets out to do. 

Yet, 'bittersweetness' lingers at our home this week. 
Where did the years go?

I'm sure it was just yesterday that we were moving Shelby from her bedroom at home to her dorm room at college.  And the day before that, she learned how to drive.  And the day before that, she started kindgergarten.  And the day before that, we welcomed her into this world.

I'm sure I just blinked a few times.

What will tomorrow bring?  Who knows!  I'm choosing to leave all our tomorrow's in God's hands ... He's already there.

Congratulations, Shelby.  We all love you so much.

Matthew 6: 33
'Seek first the Kingdom of God.'

Matthew 6: 34
'Do not worry about tomorrow.'

Friday, April 27, 2012

Empty Nesting

We've had the pleasure of enjoying life in this particular peaceful corner of our world for nearly fourteen years. 

Our home-sweet-home rests in a quaint little town in the heart of North Carolina. 

A place where the skies are 'carolina' blue.

A place where random passers-by smile and wave like you're their best-ever friend.

A place where preachin', teachin', believin' and redeemin' churches sit beautifully on nearly every street corner.  No exaggeration!

And, a place where young and old alike enjoy passing the sunny days on front porch rocking chairs while sippin' nothing-could-be-sweeter southern tea . . . y'all.

Now that Spring has sprung, and Summer is just 'round the bend, there's right much more smilin', wavin', rockin', and sweet tea sippin' goin' on 'round these parts.

My personal favorite?  None of the above.

Personally, I get the biggest kick out of all the bird nests that in an eye's blink appear on and around our front porch while I contentedly take part in all the smilin', wavin', rockin' and sippin' going on in our little neck of the woods.

You might even catch me carrying a tune in my bucket while Joe - my husband of thirty-four years strums a guitar tune in his rocking chair, positioned close to my own.

I know what you're thinking.  Sounds a little too Mayberry-like, and Andy and Opie-like.  True, nonetheless.  And I love every cotton-pickin', guitar-pickin', chair-rockin' minute of it.

Back to the bird nest part of this story . . . I'm not at all annoyed that momma birds find great pleasure in building their perfect little nests smack dab in the middle of my hanging flower baskets.  Not in the least.

If I were a momma bird, it's guaranteed I'd prefer a home-site such as this for my own offspring.
In what seems like no time at all, these adorable joy-bundles spread their wings and take flight in an all-out attempt to discover the excitement of the world on their own, make their own decisions, and eventually build nests of their own.

And though her eyes are ever-watchful, the momma bird lovingly allows them to do so, while her heart swells with pride.  After all, this is what she's spent so much of her time preparing them for.

It's quite apparent she has no desire to have them hanging around the nest 'til they're middle-aged.

And though she's keenly aware that there'll be bumps in the road (or, 'sky' in their case), momma bird exudes an air confidence that her child-rearing days have equipped her offspring to ride life's storms with perseverance, critical thinking, and above all . . . grace.

Joe and I are officially empty nesters now.

To tell the truth, we've actually been empty nesters for the past four years.  Our youngest daughter, Shelby, graduated from high school in 2008.  And in an eye's blink, her freshman year of college came and went.

Fast forward . . . Shelby graduates from college next weekend.  Double major:  Health Sciences and Sports Medicine.  While continuing her education in order to realize her dream of becoming 'Shelby Bowser, Orthopedic Physician's Assistant', she'll be employed as an Emergency Medical Technician, as well as an intern at the office of an Orthopedic Trauma Physician.

My heart?  Yep.  It's feeling a bit heavy at this time.

Could it be that my heart's swollen?

Indeed!  With pride.

I'm proud of Shelby's accomplishments.  She's an intelligent young lady, and her future is bright. 

Like the momma bird who resides on my front porch with her five children, my hopes and dreams for Shelby include only life's best.

I've got to hand it to the momma bird who calls my front porch her home.  Like her nest-building skills, she's got impeccable upbringing skills.

I must admit, I've had my share of errors in judgement over the years raising my own three children.  I'm guessing most parents feel that way.  The learning curves of life, I suppose.

Even so, my heart's swollen pride persists.  Likely, due to the admiration I have for all three of our children - Dan, Shannon, and Shelby. 

The heart-swelling has even increased considerably since I've become the very proud Grandma of Lindsey, Audrey, Samuel, and Anderson.  9, 4, 3, and 3 years old, respectively.  Two sweet little girls, and two 'all-boy' twin boys.  All of whom I absolutely adore.

My thirty-five years of nest-building and nest-emptying have been some of the best years of my life.

Now, two of our three children (Dan and Shannon) and their spouses have been in the business of nest-building for a number of years. 

Their particular nests aren't mirror images of the nest they grew up in, but they do bear some striking resemblances.

The resemblances are fascinating.  The differences are captivating.

While reminiscing about the good old days at our own 'nest' is fun . . . watching the days and years ahead unfold is even more so.
The empy nest syndrome?  Good grief.  Sounds like an affliction.
I'm not afflicted.  Not in the least.
Rather, I'm comforted by the fine young adults my children have become.
I thank God for my children.

And thank God my children and Grandchildren find pleasure in visiting our 'nest' often.  It does this Gramma's heart good.

Proverbs 17: 6
Children's children are a crown to the aged.
And, parents are the pride of their children.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Some Time ... Sometime

One step at a time.  Moment by precious moment.
They say, 'time flies.' 

Understatement!

Not only does time fly, but it often leaves without warning, and without advising of it's future whereabouts.

I've never been a fan of uncertainty.  For that reason (among others) I resist rendering flight to my personal time.

They also say, 'time is precious.' 

Indeed!

Recognizing time's precious nature, it's worthy of being cherished, respected and cared for accordingly.

How much time do we have?  Not a clue!

Time can be spent, wasted, and even killed.

Sometimes time is on our side.  Sometimes it's not. 

Sometimes time is our friend.  Sometimes it's our enemy.

Time changes things.

It's been said it can heal wounds, too.

Sometimes we have all the time in the world.  Other times, we have no time at all.

Lost time never returns.

Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8

To everything there is a season.  A time to every purpose under Heaven.
A time to be born.  And a time to die.
A time to plant.  And a time to pluck what is planted.
A time to kill.  And a time to heal.
A time to break down.  And a time to build up.
A time to weep.  And a time to laugh.
A time to mourn.  And a time to dance.
A time to cast away stones.  And a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace.  And a time to refrain from embracing.
A time to gain.  And a time to lose.
A time to keep.  And a time to throw away.
A time to tear.  And a time to sew.
A time to keep silence.  And a time to speak.
A time to love.  And a time to hate.
A time of war.  And a time of peace.
  • Bad news:  Time flies.
  • Good news:  You're the pilot.