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Did you know my Dad was paged by the Lord? He was. Being a Police Officer he had a pager that was only used for police matters if urgency. Well, one day an odd phone number listed on the pager. It wasn’t dispatch or office numbers he recognized so it really stumped my Dad. He went to call the number to discover no one had called him from that phone. That phone was in an isolated hospital room for a terminal man fearing death. “Neenuuneenuuu” don’t you hear the twilight zone theme tune in your head? Haha anyway.

My Dad said he called and said, “Hi this is Police Officer Bowman how can I help you?” The man responded, “I don’t need a police officer. I need an undertaker. “my Dad told me that he wasn’t sure what to do or say for the man, but all he could do was comfort him to return to his faith. He shared how our only hope for true peace is in Jesus. The man kept saying it doesn’t matter… I’m gonna die… I’m terminal. My Dad ultimately was able to pray for the man before he hung up.

Well, I truly believe my father was paged by God that day specifically to share about Jesus and for some reason say, “return to your faith.” “No coincidences”, as my Dad would say.

I miss you Dad and treasure all the life journeys, experiences, and True unconditional & God-honoring love we shared together.

Thanks to guest writer Krista Falgoust for the post.

I was thinking about my neighborhood watch recently. Pulling into my neighborhood I always see the sign stating that we do indeed have a neighborhood watch, but what does that actually mean? I have never attended a meeting discussing a neighborhood watch or even heard one word about it from my neighbors. Is the sign just a sign? A well-run neighborhood watch is highly effective to improve the overall safety of the area. 
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Since we’re still waiting on whether or not EMC / Chase is going to give us the Obama Home Modification loan, I decided to start looking up local home and auto Insurance companies for different states that I’ve considered moving to. Just in case we are forced to move. I did come across a few that I’ll consider getting quotes from. Their simple online form really makes it easy to get plugged in right away.

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“Trust”

Funny that that term is used when making a living will. It’s people trusting that their wishes are fulfilled. My sister, Robin, coldly tried to insist that I believe I was never comissioned by mom & dad to be their successor trustee. She believes I don’t know my parents and didn’t love them. Well, truth is—I DID. Mom & Dad did choose me to be there first successor, not Robin. According to the Legal Bowman Trust, I was honored with that position. Apparently, my siblings couldn’t allow me to experience that honor.

One month after my father’s death, my siblings caused such duress for my mom, isolated her & I with lies and ruthless jealousy issues, and took advantage of her with their manipulating overpowering abilities at a time of grief and her desire to have relationship with them that was never there–and changed the “trust”. She became totally dependent on them and felt abandoned by me because thats the nonsense they fed her. Because they didn’t respect me being there to help mom with decisions, they made it mentally impossible to keep peace. They wanted their way with Mom and mom gave into them to keep peace and have them there. She gave up her wishes to be with them. I backed off and honored Mom’s desire for them.

Yes, the first thing mom told me when we finally made peace with each other. She said to me and Russ, “They kept me drugged and made me change the will”. Wow…now things make sense.

Well, Seeing it in writing that I was given that honor– just reassures the blessings of real love my parents had for me. Its not in my mind. It wasn’t my misunderstanding. It was My honor. My heart smiles knowing that. For my siblings not to allow me to have that honor and force mom to change it–is their issue to face God over.

Only thing this whole situation has done for me is recognize my true place in my siblings lives. There is none, nor ever will be. They place value in things, rather than true family unification. Well, they’ll tell you, “No…Julie misunderstands. We love her and want to be family.” As their second face shows to me speaking cruel jealous remarks and isolation. Because if I communicate truth to them –then I’m just a problem. They see little picture that includes just themselves, can’t phathim the big picture –that includes all of us and how they affect me too.

Best answer is for me to let go, so they can live free of me.

Productive day, feels good.

Great conversations today with Russ & Montana. Trying to resolve world problems amongst the every day work flow routine.

Came home and put on the old clothes and the straw hat my dad would garden with. Started to plug away at the never-ending growing weeds. Gorgeous overcast day at first and then the warming sun broke thru. Sweat pouring down my face mixing with the loose dirt flying in the air as I shovel off the weeds. Dumped the over full dirt can by slowly shoveling the dirt out of it. Using the pull cart, I pulled the weed trash can to the dumpster and emptied it. To fill it again with the pruned rose bush stems, old leaves and flowers. Spray Washed all the spider webs from my fence, plants, shed, and walls. Man the spiders took over. Not no more; I’ve claimed my garden back.

I’m beat after all that. Took off the filthy shoes and dropped to the floor with the fan blowing on my sweaty, over heated body. Boy does that feel good. When will I get up I wonder? Maybe when I’m done posting this LOL

So what now? Taking life as it comes.

Lying in bed looking at the ceiling wondering why to even get out of it. Gazing out my window to Watch weeds fill up my backyard. Staring at a bag of papers to shred as I wander into the kitchen. Passing an empty room that my son used to be in with his huge heart-warming smile every so often. Now the room is filled with paperwork I dread to do. Searching on my facebook to see if any friends posted something I could comment on. Bejeweled –yes occupies my mind for awhile till I get lucky @ hit the 300,000 marker or close. Hmmm what to prepare for dinner? Do I need to even eat? What’s the purpose?

Then I see my sexy husband that can’t wait to hold me, hug me, kiss me, and be with me. Awww that’s why –as I smack my head. Thank you Lord for my husband.

This picture is a great representation of my parents. They always encouraged others and each other. Finding the good in everything and also standing firm in what they believed. Their faith in Jesus was evident in all they did. What a blessing to have been loved by them. Mom & Dad I cherish all we shared and will never forget the honor of being loved dearly by you.

Mom, Nancy Bowman, has informed me yesterday that her doctor has told her that her body has been failing, her fluids are severely depleated, and her heart will just stop at any moment. She will be increasing her pain medicine to endure the pain and allow her body to sleep. All I could do was encourage her that it’s ok and I’m praying the Lord will comfort her and bring her peace thru this time. She asked for forgiveness for things that didn’t need forgiveness for and I tried comforting her the best I could. My heart broke hearing her cry that she knows she must let go, yet excited to meet Jesus the one that has kept her all her life. All I could say is it’s ok mom, it’s ok to go meet Jesus. He will take care of all us kids here til we meet again in heaven. Mom then said, “I want to say goodnite and I’ll see you in the morning” so we said goodnight and we love each other. My heart smiles knowing Jesus will be coming for my mother, yet grips with wrenching grief knowing she won’t be here to enjoy her company here on Earth. Lord please have mercy on her and help her not to suffer any longer.

ARIZONA – MY KIND OF STATE !!!

I must show ID when:

1. Pulled over by the police.

2. Making purchases on my department store credit card.

3. When I show up for a doctor’s appointment.

4. When filling out a credit card or loan application.

5. When applying for/renewing a driver’s license or passport.

6. When applying for any kind of insurance.

7. When filling out college applications.

8. When donating blood.

9. When obtaining certain prescription drugs.

10. When making some debit purchases, especially if I’m out of state.

11. When collecting a boarding pass for airline or train travel.

I’m sure there are more instances but the point is, we citizens are required to prove who we are nearly every day.

Why should people illegally in this country be exempt? For that matter, perhaps the liberals here can answer the question as to why we shouldn’t
guard our borders as closely as every other country in the world does?

GO ARIZONA!!!!

I recall in California I have to show my ID for the following plus some also.

Remembering what Jesus has done for us is important everyday. Today is one global day to Remember together. Thank you Lord