Seriously . . . ? ? ?

So, apparently Janet Nappy is getting ready to accept the office of Homeland Security . . . SERIOUSLY??? The lady who governs the state with an open artery to anyone interested in skipping across the boarder - and does NOTHING about it . . . yeah, lets let HER head up our entire nations security. I might be a mouth-breather, but this is obviously ridiculous.

Well, heres some fun for you - in the video below, 12 people were interviewed extensively regarding some of the decisive issues in the upcoming election (most seemed like they would make a good decision IF THEY WERE PROPERLY INFORMED, or if they took a little more time to inform themselves) . . . heres what they had to say:

Can you imagine if this were Bush or Palin????

Power of Prayer – Miracle

Last night when Ari was doing his standard “I’m losing a lung-coughing-fit” (Ari has had a ridiculous cough the last four months or so – we’ve tried EVERYTHING), I went in to check on him (& Amber – she’s essentially turned his floor into her new cushiony mattress, sleeping in his room every night, prepared to wake every five to 10 minutes to rock him during one of these fits) . . . well, after peeking in, I turned to leave and was struck with the sudden urge, or need, desire??? I don’t know something said, “get on your knees and pray” – which answered my question. It was certainly Jesus. So I knelt in the bathroom and prayed. I felt like I needed (for once) to be faithful, to pray, not for convenience to get it off my chest or fill a square, but to really devote some time to Him. After some conversation, I felt like God was telling me not to worry, that He was taking care of Ari. He old me, “he’s healed!”

So now I was dealing with a bit of joy, but also struggling with the faith part – was he really healed? I kept getting the same answer – “Yes!” I kept praying. After awhile, I asked God what to do next, my knees were getting sore (what, I’m old) and I had to make my NFL picks . . . but it was like Christ was talking back with me and telling me to let that stuff go for now – silly as it may sound, there’s nothing I like more than to crack a cold one and sit in front of the computer at night when everyone is finally asleep and mess with the fantasy football picks – its like my 10-minute getaway. But THIS needed to be my getaway. I’m not going to reap anything in Heaven by kicking everyone’s a$$ in fantasy football.

Well, for the first time in I don’t know how long, Ari pretty much slept through the night. It was pretty remarkable. I woke up in the bathroom, amber hurdling me trying to get to the toilet, “what are you doing?” – “uhh, praying, I’m praying for Ari, I think this worked, he’s healed!”, “Yeah, I’ve been praying for four months.” she said. Needless to say, the feeling I got has been hard to articulate, and I don’t want to ‘let God down’ by not really giving Him credit for what I know He’s done, so . . . Jesus Christ has healed my son. He did it in May of 2007 when he was diagnosed with CAH, and then somehow unexplainably “didn’t have it anymore???” after our visit to the ER, and He did it again. He healed him. Thank You.