Our local news station ran a story tonight about head lice, and products available to get rid of them.

I speak as a mom and grandmother who has tried everything available, almost,
to get rid of nasty head lice on my kids and grandkids. The pesticides in the kits DO NOT WORK, because the comb they give is useless.  Combing through the hair is of utmost importance.

Now, I was desperate to find something to get rid of the lice, and I researched many sites online, and finally found the National Pediculosis’s website, and they sell a fantastic comb called the LICE MEISTER.
Here: https://www.schoolhealth.com/npa-licemeister-combs
Yes, it’s about 16 dollars, but so will the cost of application after useless application of the liquids in
the kits you buy at the store. And, you only need the comb, NOTHING else. Nothing!

Here is a picture of it, and it gets rid of all nits, eggs, and lice.

SOME Home Depots, Walmarts, Targets, and Amazon do sell Lice Meister combs,too.

My granddaughter had a pretty bad case of head lice several years ago, so I got this comb, and got
every single nit and louse out of her long, thick chestnut brown hair. We didn’t have to cut her hair, or
use any pesticides on it. Just the comb.
The school nurse inspected her hair and couldn’t find ANY nits, eggs, or lice. Praise JESUS!
Head lice are not a problem only with lower class people.  ANYONE can get them, in the right situation

It’s an amazing product, and you don’t have to leave home to use it.

Here’s a good video about how to detect head lice~ Only 3 minutes long:





Lukewarm, but born again Christians:
[21] Wherefore lay apart all filthiness and superfluity of naughtiness, and receive with meekness the engrafted word, which is able to save your souls.
[22] But be ye doers of the word, and not hearers only, deceiving your own selves.
Matthew:  [8] Wherefore if thy hand or thy foot offend thee, cut them off, and cast them from thee: it is better for thee to enter into life halt or maimed, rather than having two hands or two feet to be cast into everlasting fire.
[9] And if thine eye offend thee, pluck it out, and cast it from thee: it is better for thee to enter into life with one eye, rather than having two eyes to be cast into hell fire.
Why do today’s Christians want to be known as Christians, but they don’t want to ACT and THINK as Christians? It’s like a man who wants a job, but he still wants to be able to skip work, dress against the work code, never learn what his company does, never read the instruction manual,  DO no work, go into work late or hung over, and still get that paycheck.
If you talk to a Christian about the things WE ARE TOLD TO DO by our Saviour, and then ask them why they don’t practice holy living, they scream and call you a legalist.  A Pharisee!  Here’s just a smidgen of what Jesus says about how Christians are supposed to act and think and do:  Let no corrupt communication proceed out of your mouth
1 Peter 1:15 – But as he which hath called you is holy, so be ye holy in all manner of conversation

24 And they that are Christ’s have crucified the flesh with the affections and lusts.25 If we live in the Spirit, let us also walk in the Spirit.

James 2:24 – Ye see then how that by works a man is justified, and not by faith only.
Today’s Christians, for the most part, are like men and women who want to be married, they want that ring, but they still want to date others, and be as unfaithful as they can to their spouse. They don’t want to be one flesh, they are selfish and always want their way, they ignore the marriage vows, they do nothing with their spouses, spend NO TIME with them to learn about them, but they still tell everyone they’re married?    Why do you say you’re a bride of Christ, but you act and dress like a WHORE?   You say you have on the wedding garments of the bride of Christ, but they’re filthy, torn, and ugly.    Ezekiel:
7 Thus she committed her whoredoms with them, with all them [that were] the chosen men of Assyria, and with all on whom she doted: with all their idols she defiled herself.
8 Neither left she her whoredoms [brought] from Egypt: for in her youth they lay with her, and they bruised the breasts of her virginity, and poured their whoredom upon her.
This is what I see in a lot of Christian’s lives:19 Now the works of the flesh are manifest, which are these; Adultery, fornication, uncleanness, lasciviousness,20 Idolatry, witchcraft, hatred, variance, emulations, wrath, strife, seditions, heresies,

21 Envyings, murders, drunkenness, revellings, and such like: of the which I tell you before, as I have also told you in time past, that they which do such things shall not inherit the kingdom of God.

Now those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires.

REPENT OF YOUR WICKEDNESS, get on the strait and narrow path.  Do you know what Jesus says about apathetic Christians?  They won’t stay on the strait(difficult) and narrow(you won’t fit in with the world at all)!

[18] If the world hate you, ye know that it hated me before it hated you.
[19] If ye were of the world, the world would love his own: but because ye are not of the world, but I have chosen you out of the world, therefore the world hateth you.

Does everyone think you’re wonderful, and such a sweetheart, and so easy to get along with, so agreeable to everything?  REPENT!  You’re most likely following the devil, who is out to destroy you.  You have no enemies?  Then you’re not doing much of anything for Jesus Christ.  Selfish, lazy Christian.  REPENT!

REPENT!  PLEASE!  Give your MIND and HEART and Body to JESUS, the only One who can save your soul from burning eternally in the fiery pits of hell, darkness, torment day and night, eaten by worms and never dying, begging for water, the flames burning, burning, and burning you!

Mark 9:48 King James Version (KJV)48 Where their worm dieth not, and the fire is not quenched.

NO LIARS WILL BE ALLOWED IN HEAVEN!  Do you lie?  REPENT or you will die and burn in the Lake of Fire at the second death!  [14] Blessed are they that do his commandments, that they may have right to the tree of life, and may enter in through the gates into the city.
[15] For without are dogs, and sorcerers, and whoremongers, and murderers, and idolaters, and whosoever loveth and maketh a lie.
[16] I Jesus have sent mine angel to testify unto you these things in the churches. I am the root and the offspring of David, and the bright and morning star.
[17] And the Spirit and the bride say, Come. And let him that heareth say, Come. And let him that is athirst come. And whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely.
[18] For I testify unto every man that heareth the words of the prophecy of this book, If any man shall add unto these things, God shall add unto him the plagues that are written in this book:
[19] And if any man shall take away from the words of the book of this prophecy, God shall take away his part out of the book of life, and out of the holy city, and from the things which are written in this book.
[20] He which testifieth these things saith, Surely I come quickly. Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus.

The Lord’s Day

Here are a few items you might read and listen to, to strengthen your Christian life:

Listen FREE to the bible online: https://www.biblestudytools.com/audio-bible/kjv/

Lighthouse Trails Publishinghttp://www.lighthousetrails.com/

The booklets can be read free online!

Booklets about Contemplative Prayer: http://www.lighthousetrails.com/2021-contemplative-prayer

Unshackled!  a Christian radio drama of real lives changed by Jesus Christ: https://unshackled.org/

Chick Tractshttp://www.chick.com/

Their tracts can also be read free, online.

A Lot of good preaching from Pastor Charles Lawson, here:



Christian Gospel Musichttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zz8MKWs8nOQ


Book Review~ Before We Were Yours

I liked this book immensely, but it was emotionally draining on me.  I’m glad to have read it, though, and I recommend it to you.

Before We Were Yours~ by Lisa Wingate

This is a riveting historical fiction book based on true events. The Tennessee Children’s Home Society, run by Georgia Tann, a wicked, greedy, heartless lesbian, who came from an upper class family. Her father was a judge. The book tells the stories of Rill and her siblings, who were basically kidnapped by the local crooked police, and taken to the orphanage to live until Miss Tann could sell them, and the story of Avery Stafford, a woman whose grandmother had some mysterious ties to the Tennessee Children’s Home Society. The book goes back and forth between Rill’s life and Avery’s quest for answers.

Chapter 1 takes place in the present day in Aiken, South Carolina. This chapter is told from Avery Stafford’s perspective. Then, in other chapters, you read about Rill, and how she and her siblings were wrenched from their home on a shantyboat in the river, and placed at the mercy of the orphanage’s cruel director and employees. Both viewpoints were well written, and intensely interesting, although I wish Lisa Wingate had focused more on the orphan’s lives than on Avery the single unmarried female lawyer who had doubts about her fiancee.

The heart wrenching sexual abuse and physical neglect that occurred all the time in the children’s home society was sordid and reprehensible. How the children survived,the ones who did, was difficult for me to understand, but I’m glad many children did. I found out, from OTHER sources, not this book, that infants were left to die, starved to death, or worse. My heart was so sad and also I was infuriated that this happened, and STILL happens, as you can tell if you watch the news on tv. Not in orphanages in the USA, but in other situations.

The other thing that bothered me was the amount of corruption and lack of conscience in judges, police, and the employees of Ms. Tann. Georgia had many accomplices:  Politicians, legislators, judges, attorneys, doctors, nurses, and social workers who scouted child victims.  She operated for 26 years.
I admit I stayed up past midnight one night, to get as far along in the book as I could, it evoked so much interest and concern in me. (Obviously, by the fact that over 5 thousand others have written reviews about “Before We Were Yours”, I wasn’t the only one who got a lot out of this historical fiction book) The book has raised a lot of questions in me, and I’ve been finding out as much as I can concerning child trafficker Georgia Tann, and the plight of the babies and children who were taken from their families under false pretenses, threats, and downright breaking of the law.
This story makes me wonder about orphanages in general, but more about the outrageous disgraceful sin of child trafficking.

A woman, Denny Glad, used to help people in Tennessee and who had been at the facility run by Georgia Tann, find their birth parents. Sadly, she has died:

There’s quite a bit more information about this travesty, and if you’re interested, here are a few links to get you going on your own search.



The subject of Georgia Tann also appears in an episode of Investigation Discovery’s series Deadly Women titled “Above the Law” that aired September 13, 2013 and also appeared on an episode of Unsolved Mysteries.


The subject of Georgia Tann is the focus of the nonfiction book, The Baby Thief: The Untold Story of Georgia Tann, The Baby Seller Who Corrupted Adoption, by Barbara Bisantz Raymond.

Visiting Dad’s Grave

This morning my husband drove me to the military cemetery to visit dad’s grave again.  The grounds are about 25 miles from home, so the drive is pretty long.  It was a pretty day, blue skies, mild temperatures, and the memorial park  had a few visitors besides us.

We drove past the committal shelters and the lakes with the fountains spraying up, making little mists and tiny rainbows.  Then we parked near the Columbarium that stored my dad’s cremated remains in a brass urn, stored in a marble niche.  I had a bouquet of orange daisies, because he liked the color orange.  My dear husband dug a little spot in the gravel next to dad’s niche with the white marble plaque that sealed it shut.

We stayed a while, and a lot of thoughts and memories came up to surface, but it was all ok this time.  I remembered the birthday parties my parents gave me, and then I recalled the birthday cake I brought dad on his last birthday.  It was vanilla cake with vanilla frosting, his favorite, and there were orange and yellow decorations and drizzles on it.

It’s hard to grasp the fact that after a person is dead, there’s no talking to them again, not on this side of life.  You must say the things you need to say to them while they are still lucid, when they’re alive.  Even if you despised your parents, you must at least try to be friends with them in their later years.  People change, the closer they get to dying.  My dad was friendly, and talkative, and a good listener.  I’m glad he was so intelligent, too, because I knew he understood what I was talking about, and we had good conversations up until a week before he died.

It’s sad to watch a person decline.  In the last week or 2 of his life, he almost completely stopped eating, and I think I was the last family member to give him a drink of water after he had been transported to the Hospice room.  His eyes didn’t open the last day I saw him, but he was still there.  He was so thin, and his skin was like paper, so thin, no fat underneath, just about.  His room was very comfortable, quiet, but the tv was on, and tuned to a channel that played very sad music, so I turned it off.  I brought him some orchids, and set them in front of him, in case he opened his eyes.

The next day, I went to sign in at hospice, to see dad again, and that’s when I was told he had died overnight.   I just slumped down, and started crying, right there in the lobby near the nurse’s desk.  I looked up, and there were the orchids, just sitting on the ledge of the nurse’s desk.  I cried, and grabbed them, and just felt so at a loss, so upset that he wasn’t there today.  I wasn’t going to be able to go to his room ever again.  I wanted to see the empty room, but they wouldn’t let me.  My brothers showed up, and we all went to a private library-type room to talk about what next.

So, that’s some of the memories that came up today.  Please, to anyone reading this, if your parents are still alive, PLEASE GO AND TALK TO THEM.  I’d love to be able to have just a few more hours with dad, but that time is past, never to be regained.  There is a vast separation between this world and eternity.  You can not bridge it, no matter what people say.

You can’t talk to dead family members. You will really be talking to demons who pose as them.

12.  Luke 16:25-26 “But Abraham said to him, [25] But Abraham said, Son, remember that thou in thy lifetime receivedst thy good things, and likewise Lazarus evil things: but now he is comforted, and thou art tormented.
[26] And beside all this, between us and you there is a great gulf fixed: so that they which would pass from hence to you cannot; neither can they pass to us, that would come from thence.

Deut. 16:[10] There shall not be found among you any one that maketh his son or his daughter to pass through the fire, or that useth divination, or an observer of times, or an enchanter, or a witch,
[11] Or a charmer, or a consulter with familiar spirits, or a wizard, or a necromancer.
[12] For all that do these things are an abomination unto the LORD: and because of these abominations the LORD thy God doth drive them out from before thee.


Learning to Weave on a Loom

I’ve never woven before, nor used this kind of tabletop loom, but today was LEARNING DAY.

After watching hours of instructional videos, rewinding the tutorials, and pausing while I did the step in person, I’ve learned the very basic parts of the skill of weaving.  Here are some photos of my first attempts.  Think of me as someone who has learned their alphabet, but has no idea how to read words yet.    🙂

The heddle is in the up position,

which is the first thing to do.  Put the shuttle through: 

Then put it in the down position, which kind of criss-crosses the yarn:  and put the shuttle through again, and then “beat” the threads down, which is using the rigid heddle to scrunch them up to make a woven cloth.  Granted, my “cloth” is a mess right now, but remember, I only know the alphabet, not the words.  All that will come later.  Rather like learning a foreign language.

Here’s the yarn wound around the back bar, using strips of cardboard to keep the strands

separated.  God willing, more weaving for me,  tomorrow.  God please give me skill in weaving!

Exodus 35:35 |

View whole chapter | See verse in context Them hath he filled with wisdom of heart, to work all manner of work, of the engraver, and of the cunning workman, and of the embroiderer, in blue, and in purple, in scarlet, and in fine linen, and of the weaver, even of them that do any work, and of those that devise cunning work.


Georgia Tann ~ Pedophile, Kidnapper, and Liar




First Pom Pom Blanket

If you’re not born again, and not sure if you’re going to Heaven after you die, then please do what these verses in the Bible say:  [8] But what saith it? The word is nigh thee, even in thy mouth, and in thy heart: that is, the word of faith, which we preach;
[9] That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved.
[10] For with the heart man believeth unto righteousness; and with the mouth confession is made unto salvation.
[11] For the scripture saith, Whosoever believeth on him shall not be ashamed.
[12] For there is no difference between the Jew and the Greek: for the same Lord over all is rich unto all that call upon him.
[13] For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.


The first pom pom blanket is finished.  I didn’t use enough yarn but I did that on purpose, so I’d understand how to make this.  I’m already getting things ready for the next blanket.  Here are photos of the front and back,

and a couple of old pictures of the loom. 


Thanks for dropping by!  Jesus loves you.