I believe a daughter's place is doting on her Daddy!

You only have one daddy!
You girls are blessed with a merciful and kind daddy. Please don't miss this time, when God hasn't snatched you away to another man, to be kind to your daddy. The gleam in my fathers eyes when he opened a card that had a dollar in it, was priceless. He could put on that glance in a moment. It was addictive to hear him say, this is a good cup of coffee, or this is a great meal. "Indian burns!" was my absolute favorite. You are learning skills of love that are best groomed, nowhere else. Natural affections of real tolerance, overlooking faults and love are brewed in the kettle of the family. Learning to make his favorite, biscuits and grits or mac and cheese, is real love. Don't miss this.

Sojourner Truth

A woman of wisdom and honor and truth was Sojourner.
A Black effective abolitionist and a woman. Using her godly and god honoring influence to effect policy in America.Wikipedia article...

A woman theologian?

Poetess, encourager and woman of the Word.
Phyllis!Wikipedia article of Phyllis

reading and thinking cannot be abolished, The impossible dream of being a woman and a writer, in a day when it was against the law for slaves to be taught or to read. Amazing accomplishments, for that day,were hers.

What are we learning from the role of women in the movies, ladies?

Lessons of femininity from the women of the 1930’s and 40’s. Last night’s movie was replete with convictions of the role of women and how it has changed the world. We are in 2010 and there are so many freedoms that we enjoy, but do we allow the freedoms that we enjoy take precedence over the simplicity of relating to one another. The thought that complete strangers would talk through an entire train ride about nothing, is completely gone from our culture. Cell phones and video contraptions keep us mesmerized on such trips and we do not talk to one another or get to know one another unless absolutely necessary. What kind of community is built upon the iPod and the cell phone. We choose who to speak to on the buses and trains.
The beauty and the simplicity of admiring the creation of God in the people around us and with us as we travel outside our sphere is lost. I never see the whole movie, because it hurts to see the decline of communication. It hurts to see the decline of human consideration. It hurts to see the decrease in the skills that make it possible to go the long haul with one another. Instructing and injecting those skills of tolerance and compromise into our young people is a job and a trust. How can I learn what I have not seen? How can I instruct what I have not practiced? Lessons in the stories in the old days are helpful.
Perhaps the mans’ job of preaching and teaching is paralleled in the job of the woman to protect and preserve human graces that lead to peace and peace loving. Are we learning to be Daughters of Eve or daughters of the serpent?

Did I tell you that my mommy sewed those coats we had on.

I remember my mommy being able to work that old Singer sewing machine and making the coats that we wore for Easter, at Aunt Jackie's house. We didn't go to see Aunt Jackie, there in those days, she played second fiddle to "The Matriarch". We went to see "Mu". Mu, lived in the apartment behind Aunt Jackie and Uncle Charles. It was a family obligation to visit her, as often as possible. We did too. Easter meant that we would get a basket from her and a bat and ball. These were more looked forward to than the egg hunt, in Aunt Jackie's back yard. We had an amazing time as little people. Us and Lisa and Rene and Brian and Glenn (Lauren and David were already too grown to play with us) (It is my guess that they hid the eggs). We fought over the candy and who got the biggest basket. We all knew that Glen got the biggest basket, because he was a grandchild and we were greats. Still, that was always noticed. Grandma Hanst did alot of watching the Dodgers when we were over there and Pop was always seated in the chair in the room. We were little and the big people filled the apartment so much that, if we got a good peak at her and a peck on the cheek we were happy. Why were they all hovering around her so? Why was wherever she was 106? Love. She represented love, to all of those people. Every once in a while she yelled and there was silence. All of these people bowed to her every command and then they were gone. They bowed to love. I guess that that is the Christie Legacy in America. We may have little of anything else, but I always say that we have a monopoly on "the mothers' intuition". Everything that Eve said to her daughters was passed on to Mu!
I remember the last day. I remember late in the night being put in the car for the last time to see Mu. She fell and broke her hip. They took her from the back of Uncle Charles' house. We never saw her again. No more baskets, lovingly prepared, with names on them. No more "Mommy made" coats. The era of Mu had changed swiftly and there was much weeping over her.
Everytime the door opened by a gust of wind, Mommy would say, here comes Mu. Thank you for visiting us, Mu. We came to look forward to such occurrences and laugh. But I remember Mu, when she was really there. Beautiful and wrinkled and mine. The commander of a host of children and Grands and Greats (we were the greats).

Last night I dreamed that I was under a fearful threat.

Out of nowhere these 4 very large men defended me from the bad man. They beat him up and he had no bruises. I felt loved and comforted and there was no more threat. When I woke up, I thought about the dream that it could have been Daniel, Mishael, Hananiah and Azariah. I never thought about them being big, even though the scriptures say that their eating had made them fatter and plumper than the other slaves that had gone through the initiation with them.
Whoever these men were, they came out of nowhere and they were bigger than any man that I had seen and very, very fat. A healthy kind of fat and they beat up that threatening man, like nothing that I had ever seen. I am familiar with that kind of fear, but, I must say that I had never felt that kind of defense before. I had given that kind of defense over my sisters and brothers, but I can't say that I ever felt that quite like that before.
I am sure that it was just a dream and I know that the Hebrew boys and Daniel were some of the most peaceful men who ever lived, but it was very comforting to sense that they could be close enough friends to defend me like that. What an imagination, I have.
An interesting dream