I had a laugh all alone a bit ago.
I was picking up things strewn aside after the grandchildren had left along with some shoes I had been wearing and putting them all on the walker to carry to the other room. I had picked up the doll first. Then I picked up my shoes and put them on top of the doll. Quickly I moved the doll to the top of the shoes. Why did that bother me? After all the doll is “not at all human,” which is the Tuesday Twiglet topic this week.
I guess I’m still a little at heart when it comes to dolls. And I’m a big girl at heart when it comes to babies. I’ll never understand how abortion can be accepted in civilized society. And how can a human being abuse a child?
I got terribly serious with my funny little story, didn’t I?
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Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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Breaks my heart.
What a terrible thing when one faces judgement! I do not believe one gets by without justice happening someplace.
Lovely motherly thoughts❤️
Thanks for reading and leaving comments. Encouraging when one goes on a limb.
The majority of people follow “the ruler” of this system of things. He delights in all types of abuse and rotten behavior. Only a person with a Bible based conscience repels or rejects such a heinous act. So many think the can walk the broad road, claiming to be “Christian’, when in reality, only those who are on the “narrow” road are acceptable to God. I like your post today.
Thanks for your kind support. Our voices are often silenced by mocking in the land.
Yes Oneta you did get serious and it is good for you to do so…
It is funny that it is almost a natural instinct to have pulled the doll back up to the top–letting nothing be on top of her….an instinctual reaction—as you would think that for most of us, it is instinctual to want to care for and nurture babies and children.
Whereas I understand that there are bad people in this world who do bad things—with many times children and babies being the helpless victims—but then, we humans go on top of that one evil with our own evil of choice…that we decide that it’s okay to abort babies….
it makes no sense—but what you did, despite it being a doll, makes perfect sense—thank you
Oneta for sharing
It is a serious matter. Scriptures are hard against those who see evil and do nothing about it. In fact some even take pleasure in seeing it. Even at our best wee have so much for which we need forgiveness. Abortion and child abuse are not our best. Thanks for the comment.
A delightful human and humane story.
Thanks, Misky, for that sweet response.
The individual we can see is often more real to us than what we cannot see. People who support abortion as a “woman’s right” can be passionate about getting a beached whale back into the water or punishing a hunter who shoots a named wild lion. But whales and lions die every day. How much better to support a developing human life. J.
Thanks for the comment, salvgeable. It is easier to deny a problem if it is not seen, as you say. But how much more scientific can the truth of that little human being be! And from what I hear, some can even watch the little infant die even when they see. It is a sad, sad situation.
I laughed at your story because I can’t leave my Raggedy Anne doll (who sits in a chair in the bedroom) covered up with laundry or whatever. It’s a deeply-rooted impulse, I think, and it takes a lot to root that impulse out. After checking the news when I came home from work today, i’d say our leaders in Washington are in the front of the let’s-root-out-decency pack.
Yes, your doll having a name would even add to the desire to protect her My sister laughingly admit to straightening a doll who gets “slouched” down in order to make her more comfortable! But talking about the Washington pack, it doesn’t seem to me to be anymore compassionate by sending women to represent us. Hoo-hum, I guess I’d better dwell on that subject.
I smiled at your story and I relate. I still have trouble even eating chocolates etc that are shaped in the form of real alive creatures. I have affinity with dolls and teddies (cannot deliberately destroy or maim. How anyone could in any way cause loss of life to a helpless human always causes grief in my spirit. This applies to unnecessary and callous destruction of life in all creatures.
I laughed about your chocolate bunny remark. Much as I love chocolate, I can’t eat a chocolate bunny or chicken – mostly because I don’t know where to start. Do you start with the feet or the ears? 😀 I am also most aggrieved about the taking of an innocent life. Most definitely I would have to be convinced that it was the lesser of two evils-and the second evil would have to be really evil, not inconvenient! I’ve already covered that situation in my series on abortion. I think you did read it.
The “sanctity” of life is oft forgotten…😢
Justice is postponed, it is not forgotten in the eyes of the Supreme Judge. It (justice) will only be atoned for by the forgiveness offered by Christ’s death. Judgment Day will come.
This is something we all need to realize. Such a terrific post! Glad I found your blog. God bless!
Thanks for reading and commenting. And come back often.
I sure will! 😉
As one who dreamed of being a mother, and also experienced the loss of our first baby to still birth, and the went through extreme challenges to have children ( 2 boys), abortion has has always grieved me. Life is sacred and precious…
I’m so sorry for your situation, Karen. It must surely be heart-breaking to desire such a treasure and not be able to have a baby. A crisis made more heart-breaking by seeing how others can be so nonchalant with their “miracles.” Thanks for the comment.
There is always beauty for ashes. We have two sons, and grandchildren. It also prepared me to be more sensitive to others who have gone through the same thing. The whole story was very sad, and I had a doctor who told me that ‘the worst thing they ever did was to invent insulin, because now, diabetics live to reproduce diabetics.’ This was not based on truth. I went home and sobbed on my husbands shoulder. It was a very difficult time, but God was there for us through the storm…and we are blessed. If I had it to do over, I would have gone to a different doctor, but he supposedly was one of the best. We grow out of what we suffer…and I have a reunion one day. Our son was Justin Lee Valle. ❤
Isn’t it a sweet mystery of faith just how God is going to conduct this sweet reunions between parents and those infants. I’m sure Justin Lee will remember your voices. So exciting. A just reward for the suffering. And your doctor had a hole in his head plus one where his heart should be!
Yes, indeed on all counts ❤
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Absolutely!! By the way, I now recognize the difference between a “walker” and a “rollator”. (Thanks to my dad…)
Yes, I think I know the difference and mine is a rollator, but I don’t think many people are acquainted with that word. It was obvious (I think) that mine had a seat for carrying or resting. Perhaps more for resting. I never use mine anywhere except home so there are more restful places to rest. 😀 I hope your dad is make good progress. “Bounce back” can be irritatingly slow.