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Mamie Lucille Adams 
June 19, 1998 - April 21, 2005
To all who love Mamie, whether you had the joy of meeting her or not:
We thank you so much for your kindness to her and us.
Your support during her fight in this life and after her entry into Heaven has been more than wonderful.
Thanks for the prayers, messages on the guestbook below, flowers, food, cards, gifts, and charitable donations in her honor.
We were blessed by each of you that were able to attend her visitation, funeral, or graveside service.
See the October 14, 2007, journal entry for her story (you have to click on the "Click here to view older journal entries" button at the beginning of the journal archive) and July 4, 2008, for a recap of her relatives that are frequently mentioned. Also, please consider leaving a message in her guestbook - we still need encouragement.
Journal
Sunday, December 24, 2017 8:49 PM CST The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light: they that dwell in the land of the shadow of death, upon them hath the light shined. Thou hast multiplied the nation, and not increased the joy: they joy before thee according to the joy in harvest, and as men rejoice when they divide the spoil. For thou hast broken the yoke of his burden, and the staff of his shoulder, the rod of his oppressor, as in the day of Midian. For every battle of the warrior is with confused noise, and garments rolled in blood; but this shall be with burning and fuel of fire. For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counseller, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace. Of the increase of his government and peace there shall be no end, upon the throne of David, and upon his kingdom, to order it, and to establish it with judgment and with justice from henceforth even for ever. The zeal of the LORD of hosts will perform this.
Isaiah 9:2-7
‘Twas the day before Christmas and all through the store
I was looking for one thing – just one, nothing more.
But nothing was festive in that which I sought,
So it hid behind holiday hype to be bought.
You may say that I was a bit of a Grinch,
But that scene would make Whos throughout Whoville all flinch.
There were clerks dressed as Santa and clerks dressed as elves
And really strange shoppers who dressed as themselves.
They were grabbing at clothing and grabbing at toys.
They grabbed electronics to bring Christmas joys.
I gave up the search for the item I needed
And off to the exit in haste I proceeded,
Stepped out of the store and stepped into the snow.
The clouds were quite dark, so deep drifts soon would grow.
I used to enjoy this, but now that I’m older,
The snow seems so slippery, the air seems much colder.
Oh, all of this Christmas stuff used to bring joy
When I was a happy-go-lucky young boy –
And then once again, yes, in fact even more
When I had a small girl to teach holiday lore.
But now I walked cursing the time of the year
Till a snowball whizzed past, barely missing my ear.
Why, that little rascal! No, wait – there are two!
I’ll show them just what an old man still can do!
So I scooped up some snow and I packed it up tight
And I let the thing go then in subsonic flight.
Above the boys’ heads was a snow-laden branch
Where my missile dislodged a cold, wet avalanche.
They had snow in their ears, they had snow in their eyes,
And I ran at them hard as they reeled in surprise.
But their mother looked out and she spoiled the fun –
She ran out the front door screaming, “What have you done?”
She helped me get up (not in very good form)
And said, “Sir, come inside to get dry and get warm!”
She sent those two boys to their room in a huff
And she gave me hot chocolate and cookies and stuff.
I looked at the lights shining bright on the tree
And the tinsel as pretty as tinsel can be.
I thought of the words that the lyrics were saying
In old Christmas carols a CD was playing.
I jumped up and said, “Ma’am, I’ve got to be going.”
She said, “But you’re wet and the wind’s really blowing.”
“I know, but there’s something I really must do
And whether there’s time... well, I haven’t a clue.”
I hurried on home and I looked through my junk.
I looked in some boxes, I looked in a trunk
Till I found an old wreath, not so green any more,
But it looked pretty good hanging up on my door.
And a star that was warped on a kind of a slant
Just fit on the top of a large potted plant.
It wasn’t a lot, but I did deck the halls,
And I did it in time, before Santa Claus calls.
I found carols online and I started them streaming,
Leaned back my recliner and soon began dreaming –
I dreamed of a girl spending Christmas in Heaven.
(She’d spent them all there ever since she was seven.)
Above the dark clouds and beyond the bright moon,
A chorus of angels was singing a tune.
And what should my wondering brain hear and see
But that same little girl who was talking to me.
“Oh Daddy,” she said, “it’s so wonderful here
Where it’s Christmas and Easter each day of the year!
“And Grandma and Grandpa are right here with me, plus
My kitty cat’s here and he’s purring to Jesus!”
Then my eyes opened wide when I heard a bold voice:
“Merry Christmas to all - you can have it by choice.”
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