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Showing posts with label God. Show all posts
Showing posts with label God. Show all posts
Monday, February 15, 2010
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Love Letter
Focus On the Family is having a love letter contest. I thought I would share the link with all of you and my letter.
http://valentines.focusonthefamily.com/#/home
No amount of words can truly describe how much I love you. A lifetime of your company is just barely enough time to know you fully. You are a blessing I have been given from God above and I will treasure you fully as our hair greys, our joints ache and our minds grow feeble. All these things I write and I mean them so but why do I want to grow old with you, my beloved? I can only say that you make me want to live until I die and dying will not be sorrowful because I lived life with you.
Our children will tell stories of our love and will in turn know how God intended a man and woman to live. They will tell how you adored me and I you. They will speak of sacrifice, hard work and laughter. But best of all, they will have learned how to love themselves. And we will rock in chairs upon our front porch and speak fondly of days gone by. And when I draw my last breath and you your's, Then I will know that the choice we made so many years before was the best choice we could have ever made. The rough journey of life was smoother because of you , my beloved. I will thank the Lord for the gift and enter heaven at peace in my soul.
Peace, love and God's will.
http://valentines.focusonthefamily.com/#/home
No amount of words can truly describe how much I love you. A lifetime of your company is just barely enough time to know you fully. You are a blessing I have been given from God above and I will treasure you fully as our hair greys, our joints ache and our minds grow feeble. All these things I write and I mean them so but why do I want to grow old with you, my beloved? I can only say that you make me want to live until I die and dying will not be sorrowful because I lived life with you.
Our children will tell stories of our love and will in turn know how God intended a man and woman to live. They will tell how you adored me and I you. They will speak of sacrifice, hard work and laughter. But best of all, they will have learned how to love themselves. And we will rock in chairs upon our front porch and speak fondly of days gone by. And when I draw my last breath and you your's, Then I will know that the choice we made so many years before was the best choice we could have ever made. The rough journey of life was smoother because of you , my beloved. I will thank the Lord for the gift and enter heaven at peace in my soul.
Peace, love and God's will.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Mountain Life 13
Since I have been asked by a handful of people to tell the rest of the story, I am going to continue. If you get bored, let me know…I do tend to ramble.
On Friday, May 9, 2008, Quinton and I had a hearing at 9 am. Only a few people knew we had left and even they did not know where we were going. Quinton and I felt it important to protect them. We did not want anyone to lie for us. We had broken no laws and did not want our friends and family to either. Not even our lawyer knew where we were that morning. He fully expected to see us.
I am repeating this account from what Tony, Diana and Quinton’s sister relied to me. I was not there. CPS had their side of the courtroom filled with officers and experts. Our lawyer, God bless him, caught on quick enough when Tony gave him an all telling look. I really wish I could have been a fly on the wall that day.
Before the court was called to order, the talk was all about a little video that someone posted on youtube earlier in the week. Our lawyer was called to the judge’s bench and actually questioned about it. Finally, Hollywood showed up and the excitement was ready to begin.
A little law note before I go on. A court order is not good if it is not served. Not to the lawyer, only to the person who’s name is on the order. It is definitely not valid if the serving authority did not sign it, place the time it was served and date it. Also, orders to appear only mean you have to show up and/or have someone show up on your behalf. You do not have to be present. The only reason we had to have a lawyer present is because Quinton was served properly.
CPS was ready to fry us. We were obviously criminals since we were not present. I mean, they had an anonymous (not really anonymous) call and the Graham’s had not cooperated with their office. It amazes me that they actually believe the load of crud they are shoveling.
Our lawyer was not having any of it though. There is a reason I wanted him…he is awesome. You know the fiery type; kicks butt and takes names. He is the Chuck Norris of Texas Law. He pointed out that his clients had not broken any laws and that Montague’s finest had failed in their job.
The court’s hands were tied but the judge took it personal that his orders were ignored. He contended that he saw the video and could clearly see that papers were given to me. He was also sore about the first set of papers, signed over 24 hours after the children left Texas, being ignored by the Graham’s; the papers ordering us to make the children available to CPS. He postponed the hearing until the following week. He signed orders demanding we be present with our lawyer.
Remember my note from above. When are orders good? That’s right, when they are served on the person being ordered to appear. Montague could not find us to serve the papers. Not that they didn’t try. They harassed our friends and family all week. They questioned them and pulled them over anytime they saw their vehicles.
Quinton’s sister and mother were packing our things and selling our house. Each time they were at my house, a CPS worker or officer would drive by slowly. A few times they stopped. It did no good. They could answer truthfully that they did not know where we were.
The next hearing came and I tell you, that judge was furious. He legally should have thrown the case out then and there but his ego was at stake. CPS had nothing but the testimony of a teacher. Hollywood was there but he was considered a joke; even by his peers. They are the ones to give him the nick-name Hollywood. What the judge did when he realized he ha not gotten his way should make you all tremble.
A note- It is NOT the judge’s job or responsibility to try a case. He is supposed to be neutral and only make sure the law is upheld.
Never should a judge be allowed to call before him friends and family of the accused that are watching the proceedings and question them. Never and I mean NEVER should a judge be allowed to threaten and intimidate these people under any circumstances. But this judge believes himself above the law and did just that. He made Tony, Diana, and Quinton’s sister stand in that court while he threatened them and told them he would see them in jail if he found out they knew where we were. Who gave him power beyond his scope?
He set another hearing date for a month later, I think. Montague Sheriff’s department had orders to detain us if they found us. They tried but God protected us.
Now I am all fired-up. I’ll have to stop for now. I’ll write more tomorrow. Peace, love and God’s will.
On Friday, May 9, 2008, Quinton and I had a hearing at 9 am. Only a few people knew we had left and even they did not know where we were going. Quinton and I felt it important to protect them. We did not want anyone to lie for us. We had broken no laws and did not want our friends and family to either. Not even our lawyer knew where we were that morning. He fully expected to see us.
I am repeating this account from what Tony, Diana and Quinton’s sister relied to me. I was not there. CPS had their side of the courtroom filled with officers and experts. Our lawyer, God bless him, caught on quick enough when Tony gave him an all telling look. I really wish I could have been a fly on the wall that day.
Before the court was called to order, the talk was all about a little video that someone posted on youtube earlier in the week. Our lawyer was called to the judge’s bench and actually questioned about it. Finally, Hollywood showed up and the excitement was ready to begin.
A little law note before I go on. A court order is not good if it is not served. Not to the lawyer, only to the person who’s name is on the order. It is definitely not valid if the serving authority did not sign it, place the time it was served and date it. Also, orders to appear only mean you have to show up and/or have someone show up on your behalf. You do not have to be present. The only reason we had to have a lawyer present is because Quinton was served properly.
CPS was ready to fry us. We were obviously criminals since we were not present. I mean, they had an anonymous (not really anonymous) call and the Graham’s had not cooperated with their office. It amazes me that they actually believe the load of crud they are shoveling.
Our lawyer was not having any of it though. There is a reason I wanted him…he is awesome. You know the fiery type; kicks butt and takes names. He is the Chuck Norris of Texas Law. He pointed out that his clients had not broken any laws and that Montague’s finest had failed in their job.
The court’s hands were tied but the judge took it personal that his orders were ignored. He contended that he saw the video and could clearly see that papers were given to me. He was also sore about the first set of papers, signed over 24 hours after the children left Texas, being ignored by the Graham’s; the papers ordering us to make the children available to CPS. He postponed the hearing until the following week. He signed orders demanding we be present with our lawyer.
Remember my note from above. When are orders good? That’s right, when they are served on the person being ordered to appear. Montague could not find us to serve the papers. Not that they didn’t try. They harassed our friends and family all week. They questioned them and pulled them over anytime they saw their vehicles.
Quinton’s sister and mother were packing our things and selling our house. Each time they were at my house, a CPS worker or officer would drive by slowly. A few times they stopped. It did no good. They could answer truthfully that they did not know where we were.
The next hearing came and I tell you, that judge was furious. He legally should have thrown the case out then and there but his ego was at stake. CPS had nothing but the testimony of a teacher. Hollywood was there but he was considered a joke; even by his peers. They are the ones to give him the nick-name Hollywood. What the judge did when he realized he ha not gotten his way should make you all tremble.
A note- It is NOT the judge’s job or responsibility to try a case. He is supposed to be neutral and only make sure the law is upheld.
Never should a judge be allowed to call before him friends and family of the accused that are watching the proceedings and question them. Never and I mean NEVER should a judge be allowed to threaten and intimidate these people under any circumstances. But this judge believes himself above the law and did just that. He made Tony, Diana, and Quinton’s sister stand in that court while he threatened them and told them he would see them in jail if he found out they knew where we were. Who gave him power beyond his scope?
He set another hearing date for a month later, I think. Montague Sheriff’s department had orders to detain us if they found us. They tried but God protected us.
Now I am all fired-up. I’ll have to stop for now. I’ll write more tomorrow. Peace, love and God’s will.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Mountain Life 10
In the video I posted, you hear me say a lawyer’s name. She ended up not representing me. I had spoken to her that day and had a meeting with her the following day. She had told me on the phone that I could use her name if I had anyone show up again. Remember, my real lawyer told me he would not represent me. So effectively, I still did not have a lawyer.
On Tuesday, Diana drove me to Dallas to meet this lawyer. She claimed to specialize in CPS cases and that she was a staunch advocate for parent’s and children’s rights. My spirits were high. I really thought we had found someone willing to fight for what is right. Sadly, I was wrong. I must be fair. She was willing to represent us but at a cost of $10,000. With this hefty fee, she wanted us to also pay for psychological evaluations, medical evaluations for all the children.
Even if I had the money, which I didn’t, I would not have done what she wanted. She scolded me for not cooperating with CPS and the authorities. I showed her the video and she said I was wrong for being hard on the poor officer. After all, he was only doing his job. So, since when was it the job of hired servants to harass and violate their masters? I mentioned my rights as a sovereign American and she laughed.
I left in tears and Diana tried without much success to comfort me. I wasn’t sad or beaten…I was angry; a righteous anger. You know what I mean? Diana, bless her heart, got the front-end of my anger when she suggested raising money to hire that sorry excuse of a lawyer. A lawyer that, in my opinion, profited handsomely from a mother’s heartache.
See, Diana thought I was upset about the price. I was of course but only because it was insane. I informed Diana, not so nicely, that hell would freeze over before I paid to give up my children’s innocence, rights and happiness to satisfy a agency that has no right to order the free and not guilty; no Constitutional right any way. The fact that she is still my friend is a testament to her patience, love and overall kindness. I will forever thank God for her friendship.
One problem, I still had no lawyer and there was a hearing on Friday. I called dozens of lawyers and they all either wanted an absurd amount of money or they would not even meet with me. Quinton and I decided we would have to sell his Peterbuilt so we could hire a lawyer. I was going to have to eat my words…or so I thought.
Quinton placed an ad online Tuesday afternoon. We had dozens of calls and several people came to look at the truck the next day. There was a problem though. CPS and the Sheriff’s department did drive-by’s every fifteen minutes. I am not exaggerating. It was ridiculous and it seemed we would never sell the truck. Thousands of criminals in north Texas and this department had nothing better to do than stalk us. A call came in that night from the east coast. A man wanted to fly in to DFW and he had cash. I thought it was a joke.
In the mean time, I sent a final plea to my lawyer friend in form of email on Wednesday evening. I simply told him that if anyone could help us, I knew it was him. I also told him that no matter what, I wished him all of God’s love. That last part I nearly didn’t put in but I said a little prayer before I pressed send and quickly typed the last part. I did not get an email response. The next day, he called Quinton directly and asked for all the details.
He was going to represent our family and for only $1000. Thursday at 11:00am, Diana and I picked up the man at DFW airport and he brought a cashier check for the full amount of the truck.
I have goose bumps writing this down. See, God will always make a way for his children. Even when life beats you up and throws you down, God’s loving hand never leaves you. You may think you can not handle what life gives you but God makes you strong and he sends Saints to you in your time of need. He even muddles the mind of a cocky cop, whispers His will into the ears of a man on the east coast and warms the heart of a reluctant lawyer. It may not be when or how we think it should be but God never fails us.
Peace, love and God’s will.
On Tuesday, Diana drove me to Dallas to meet this lawyer. She claimed to specialize in CPS cases and that she was a staunch advocate for parent’s and children’s rights. My spirits were high. I really thought we had found someone willing to fight for what is right. Sadly, I was wrong. I must be fair. She was willing to represent us but at a cost of $10,000. With this hefty fee, she wanted us to also pay for psychological evaluations, medical evaluations for all the children.
Even if I had the money, which I didn’t, I would not have done what she wanted. She scolded me for not cooperating with CPS and the authorities. I showed her the video and she said I was wrong for being hard on the poor officer. After all, he was only doing his job. So, since when was it the job of hired servants to harass and violate their masters? I mentioned my rights as a sovereign American and she laughed.
I left in tears and Diana tried without much success to comfort me. I wasn’t sad or beaten…I was angry; a righteous anger. You know what I mean? Diana, bless her heart, got the front-end of my anger when she suggested raising money to hire that sorry excuse of a lawyer. A lawyer that, in my opinion, profited handsomely from a mother’s heartache.
See, Diana thought I was upset about the price. I was of course but only because it was insane. I informed Diana, not so nicely, that hell would freeze over before I paid to give up my children’s innocence, rights and happiness to satisfy a agency that has no right to order the free and not guilty; no Constitutional right any way. The fact that she is still my friend is a testament to her patience, love and overall kindness. I will forever thank God for her friendship.
One problem, I still had no lawyer and there was a hearing on Friday. I called dozens of lawyers and they all either wanted an absurd amount of money or they would not even meet with me. Quinton and I decided we would have to sell his Peterbuilt so we could hire a lawyer. I was going to have to eat my words…or so I thought.
Quinton placed an ad online Tuesday afternoon. We had dozens of calls and several people came to look at the truck the next day. There was a problem though. CPS and the Sheriff’s department did drive-by’s every fifteen minutes. I am not exaggerating. It was ridiculous and it seemed we would never sell the truck. Thousands of criminals in north Texas and this department had nothing better to do than stalk us. A call came in that night from the east coast. A man wanted to fly in to DFW and he had cash. I thought it was a joke.
In the mean time, I sent a final plea to my lawyer friend in form of email on Wednesday evening. I simply told him that if anyone could help us, I knew it was him. I also told him that no matter what, I wished him all of God’s love. That last part I nearly didn’t put in but I said a little prayer before I pressed send and quickly typed the last part. I did not get an email response. The next day, he called Quinton directly and asked for all the details.
He was going to represent our family and for only $1000. Thursday at 11:00am, Diana and I picked up the man at DFW airport and he brought a cashier check for the full amount of the truck.
I have goose bumps writing this down. See, God will always make a way for his children. Even when life beats you up and throws you down, God’s loving hand never leaves you. You may think you can not handle what life gives you but God makes you strong and he sends Saints to you in your time of need. He even muddles the mind of a cocky cop, whispers His will into the ears of a man on the east coast and warms the heart of a reluctant lawyer. It may not be when or how we think it should be but God never fails us.
Peace, love and God’s will.
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