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Sam Adams Alliance proudly announces the winners of the 2nd Annual Sammies Awards
Chicago, April 7 –
The Sam Adams Alliance is proud to announce that the winners for the 2nd Annual Sammies Awards have been selected.
Due to an overwhelming number of entries and growing interest, the Sam Adams Alliance decided to extend the entry deadline from February 23 to March 20. Nearly 200 entries later, the Sammies Awards committee had their work cut out for them.
“We originally intended to choose the winners within a week of the contest ending, but that quickly became an impossible task,” said Nic Hall, Sammies contest coordinator. “The Sammies committee had a difficult task not just selecting winners, but limiting each of the categories to a few finalists. The Sammies prove without a doubt that citizen activism is alive and well in America.”
The Sam Adams Alliance will be honoring and presenting a total of $40,000 in cash prizes to the winners at a red carpet ceremony the evening of April 18 at the Marriott Renaissance North Shore in Northbrook, Illinois. Winners are being flown to Chicago from all over the country, so they can receive their recognition in an appropriate manner.
“The Sam Adams Alliance believes the winners should receive their awards from distinguished individuals whose own work merits presenting such high honors,” said Paul Miller, Sam Adams Alliance Communications Director. “We are proud to have so many champions of individual liberty and economic freedom presenting Golden Sammies to the winners.”
Guest presenters include best-selling author Michelle Malkin, Stephen Moore and John Fund of the Wall Street Journal, Fox News contributors Jonathan Hoenig and Mary Katharine Ham and just added, Joe Wurzelbacher, aka Joe the Plumber.
The winner of the Golden Sammie is….
Fred Baldwin, Seth Cooper, and John Wynne Jr. each won the Wikiteer Award and a $1000 prize for their thorough contributions to Ballotpedia, Judgepedia, and Sunshine Review–all wikis of the Sam Adams Alliance.
Melissa Clouthier, of The Woodlands, Texas, won the Best Microblogger of the Year Award and the $2,000 prize for her use of social media in promoting liberty at the state and federal level.
Ruth Bendl, of Portland Oregon, won the Voter Watchdog Award and the $2,500 prize for her work in monitoring the 2008 election. In her efforts she identified 44 deceased Oregonian voters. She has been instrumental in getting the Vote-By-Mail state to enact new rules about how ballots are transported and counted.
Elizabeth Crum of Las Vegas, Nevada, won the $2,500 Blogivist of the Year Award for successfully embodying the “Say Something, Do Something” spirit of Blogivists.com. Having started blogging at E!! The True Conservative Story last June, in 10 short months she has received recognition from Politico, Instapundit, and National Review Online, as well as been published in Liberty-Watch, and featured on local news stations.
Chad Everson, of Princeton, Minnesota, won the $5,000 Best State Blogger Award for his efforts in building a network of over 150 bloggers and 16 radio personalities on GrizzlyGroundswell.com
Caleb Brown and Austin Bragg, of Arlington, Virginia, won the Best Video Award and the $5,000 prize for their research and analysis of Virginia’s asinine, anti-competitive—and unconstitutional—liquor laws.
James Bell, of Lithia Springs, Georgia, won the $5,000 Tea Party Award for his work in defeating two sales tax increases and proposing a bill, which in 2008 became Georgia law, restricting local government from holding tax votes on special elections.
William Carlin Walker, of Liberty, Missouri, won the $5,000 Sunshine Award for his work in exposing illegal retirement benefits and rampant credit card abuse by top administrators in the Liberty School District—including thousands on alcohol and parties—along with leading a successful petition drive that resulted in a state audit of the district. William’s whistle-blowing led to the resignation of two administrators, and the Missouri General Assembly has introduced four pieces of legislation in response to his investigative labor.
…and the Modern-Day Sam Adams Award goes to:
Ari Armstrong of Westminster, Colorado
Armstrong wins the $10,000 prize for his relentless—and ubiquitous—defense of free markets and individual liberty in the state of Colorado. He is author of FreeColorado.com and a columnist for the Grand Junction Free Press. In the last year, Ari’s work has been published in the Rocky Mountain News, Colorado Springs Gazette, Denver Post Online, and featured on numerous radio and television news programs.
The Sam Adams Alliance congratulates all the winners as well as everyone who entered the Sammies contest. Your hard work and dedication to liberty and freedom is greatly appreciated, but now is not the time to rest on your laurels as defending the ideals of our Founding Fathers is a never-ending battle.
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Grizzly Groundswell, members, readers, listener’s and tweople,
I want to personally thank you for buying into this idea of the Grizzly Groundswell. You have faithfully supported this effort and assisted the growth and now recognition that this interdependent uniting of conservative thought, voice and image all across this great nation.
This is really a humbling experience, first that you have have been so gracious with your time and talent and promote and lift up this idea, of a Grizzly Groundswell taking our backyards back. Second, finally getting recognized in a really big way. Thirdly, it is humbling to me to watch God’s hand on this movement and watch it grow and flurish inspite of my own limitations and our lack of funding.
I insist that when I accept this award, you take a moment and rejoice with me as our effort is getting acknowledged for all the hard work and effectiveness we have been able to bring about in such a short time, no money, but a lot of faith, hard work and great conservatives pitching in together to accomplish this great task we have ahead of us.
This movement has been blessed by God’s hand from the start. Hearts were unhardened before I even twisted your arm to join us! We have surrounded ourselves with the best and brightest conservatives this country has to offer. Hopefully now, more will find us and we will welcome them in and I need your help to make sure they can get Grizzly faster, and become even more effective in less time then it took us.
I am so proud of you, and thankful that I can call you Grizzly, friends and honestly family.
You Inspire Me Daily!
Lets teach the country to get Grizzly with us!
Chad Everson
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E. W. Everson, My Great Grandfather, I consider a Better Man Then I. A Better Man Than I is the title of the book I am writing about his great American story that the socialist squirrels never wanted you to know about. I felt that my life story could never, ever, no matter my accomplishments compare to his.
I was wrong. I was wrong about a lot of things when it came to my story. You see I have been married just over ten years now. This tenth year has been one of bitter loneliness and despair. Sure, I have helped a lot of people and I hope inspired them to get grizzly right in their backyard, but my own backyard was a mess.
Michelle and I found ourselves looking for each other everywhere but in each other. We both work extremely hard. We both are so committed to our vocations and our ideals. Yet, no one taught us what marriage was all about.
This love story, that I feel is even more significant then even my great grandfathers story of how he and his friends defeated socialism, is alive and writing itself anew.
I watched as a child this world and socialism tear apart my parents marriage. Being the oldest of three boys, I was the protector. I carried this understanding of marriage into my own. I found the same dark lonely places my parents found. I do not think my story is different then others of my generation. This is not where this story takes on any significance, other then the pain Michelle and I endured.
First, let me start with where I was at when God graced me with Michelle and how God united us. You see, I always say that I searched the world for Michelle and I did, online. I was a frightened, despairing Seminary student who went to his denomination to right the wrong the human organization was taking my beloved church. I had ran into the socialist demon that got the better of me. It defeated me totally. Armed with only my faith that still could move mountains, but no faith institution, as I had seen the belly of the beast. I had no clue as to how to defeat it. I had not heard of E. W. Everson’s story and was not yet gifted with the IVA blueprint to destroy it, and expose its corruption and tyranny. I was battled, beleaguered and alone. My family and hometown church just told me to stick it out. But I had no fight left in me. I did not have the knowledge or the strategy to defeat it and make Christ known in my denomination or my ministry.
Then, I reached out, looking for someone. Someone who could heal me, and build me back up to the person I once was. I had lost my confidence in my family and only carried from it the brokenness I witnessed as my parents struggled through life alone in their marriage. The did what they knew to do, and that is all I knew from witnessing it as a child. Yet that was more then what I had and something that I longed to attain.
Being in Seminary, I did not want to find another Seminary student because I knew I was not going to be able to serve a broken church and corrupt denomination. I was unable to look within the church for a mate and I have never understood the bar scene. So I turned to this new tool I had just learned in Seminary and that was the computer. I searched the world for over a year and finally found Michelle. She had placed an ad at webpersonals as she also struggled through her degree program and her isolation from her family in California. We were two lost souls that from the moment we met for our first date to go to the U garden for Chinese food, that we were inseparable. Michelle is about an inch or so taller then me and gorgeous. She was working on her Doctorate at the U of MN. We both were alone and yearning for a friend.
From that day, Michelle and I have only not been together when travel for work, family or the Grizzly Groundswell have taken us apart. We just got each other. Michelle was willing to try to put this stubborn North Dakotan back together and make me the man God intended me to be. I forgot my job was to do the same for her. She was always the one who had it all figured out.
In less then a year we were married, in a way that left my family on the outside looking in. I was so protective of Michelle. I did not want what I knew was inside me to be revealed to her through the turmoil and pain that was still brewing in my family as my father suffered from a long illness.
Shortly after our wedding Michelle sat by the bedside of her precious grandmother who was here in the twin cities and was very instrumental in our courting days. We would gather at her home, play cards and enjoy the connection of this wonderful loving woman. She passed away as Michelle sat with her and gave Michelle her first taste of divine presence in the death of a loved one. We mourned the loss, but we lost a key touch stone to each of our families in her passing.
Michelle’s parents are in California and mine are in North Dakota. We suddenly became too busy to stay invested and began building our own family here in Minnesota. Michelle and I were going to take on the world alone. After all, it was what we knew.
My father grew more gravely ill and I hurried to make something of myself climbing the retail management ladder. Thinking that would bring back all I had lost. I lost sight of my bride and all those card games and moments we shared as friends and lovers became more infrequent. Yet we did what we knew, we were building what we thought we needed to build.
I had found myself finally a store manager, and spent more time there at this new responsibility more then with my wife, my friend, my soul mate. I thought I was doing what a man had to do to gain the love, earn the respect and admiration of my bride.
Michelle, then a lecturer at the university was also working hard putting in her dues and perfecting her craft. Our vocations suddenly became reasons or excuses to avoid what we both longed for in each other.
We thought all our hard work was blessed when Michelle found herself pregnant. We had just moved out of apartment renting and bought our first home. We still call this home our dream fulfilled. I always say it is our 2.5 acres of North Dakota right here in Princeton, MN.
We surrounded ourself with life. Chickens, ducks, geese, cats and our faithful dog I suprised Michelle with the very next day she finally said we should maybe start thinking of looking for a dog. I found Daisy in a classified ad for only $25 near Dalbo, MN. She was Chow, St. Bernard, and lab mix. I was buying Michelle protection and companionship that I could not provide because I worked almost every night and weekend. Daisy has been a blessing. But not what God intended for me to provide Michelle with. This was not the “solution” I thought it was.
Now when you surround yourself with life, there is always death, loss and tragedy. We learned to take the life cycle and loss of those feathers, and paws the best we could.
Michelle’s pregnancy was not to be, she suffered a miscarriage during her travel back and forth to her job in the cities. We lost our first child and I did not ever learn how to deal with that. I did the best I could to comfort the pain and terror it cause Michelle and myself. All of a sudden, I began to grow into the man I am today, but I was still so much that scared boy trying to deal with adult problems, and not doing a very good job.
So work deadened the pain and gave us now even a better way to avoid the intimacy we yearned for from one another. We did our best, and had good days with the bad, but we still did not get it. I did not get it.
I did learn that I needed to do something, I may have chose the wrong thing, but I thought that if I did not start that business I had always wanted, to employ families, hopefully generations, that I had better get started. So I quit my retail management job to learn the interior painting business. I signed on to a crook and drug addicts business. I knew that I could learn enough and turn his business around in short order. But that person did not pay me. He had used me to finish a few jobs so he could get his fix and I never saw that money. Now jobless right before Christmas, I proved to myself that I was the fool I always feared I was. I was so afraid, my bride, who now was panic stricken could now see right through me.
In the new year, Michelle was again pregnant, and we were both so damn
scared I can not explain it yet to this day. Michelle knew something
was not right. But we carried on, waiting for the shoe to drop. It did, she called me once again, scared and bleading. She knew something was terribly wrong, that pain she had now had blood revealing every fear she had felt.
I met Michelle at the hospital. My time frame here is off, but Michelle sleeps soundly for the first time since Saturday night and I am not going to wake her to help me clarify it. We have been through so much, she needs her rest.
At the hospital, we heard the babies heart beating. We relaxed, until the nurse excused herself out of the room. It was a tubal pregnancy. The tube had ruptured, that is where the blood was coming from. Yet, that son or daughter of mine was fighting to live. Even though it could not.
Michelle, my love and our child I knew I was loosing were rushed into the emergency operating room. I in a daze, enslaved with fear just was. I do not remember anything but sitting in a room with a tv for background noise. too scared to think. Too numb to move. I could only pray and worry. I had not realized yet to give it to God, I still bore the weight solely on my shoulders. I thought, like Job, I had finally lost everything. I kept thinking, waiting for the doctor to have to uncomfortably tell me that my lovely bride, was no more.
I did not even have cash to buy a meal while I waited my fate. I had not eaten since the night before and I was starting to get dizzy. A nurse almost had to pull me out of the seat and took me to the cafeteria. She bought me a sandwich and a pop with her own money. Thinking back, I am not even sure if I ever made sure I payed her back. It was all a blur.
My fears, although were not to be. After what seemed like months, the doctor finally came to tell me the good news, I had lost another child, but God gifted back to my arms my bride. Michelle and I were so relieved and scared and in shock that I never left her bedside. I kept her up all night talking with her in her hospital room. morning came and I finally was convinced to go home, take a shower and feed our dog, and make sure our chickens were still around. I went home. actually laid down and I got a telephone call. They were ready to release Michelle into my care.
I lost it!
I was so tired, so frightened. I did not know if I was humanly capable of caring for my wife. I was all alone and I now, in utter exhaustion had to drive back to the hospital, and take my bride home, and care for her. I was out of my mind in fear. Yet, God gifted me with the strength to do it. Yet, I never asked for that strength.
I was in a new business, my first. Totally over my head and clueless, I just lost my second child and my bride was looking to this scared and frightened boy for something I had no clue how to give.
My father declined rapidly as did my family as death drew near. I had no time to mourn the loss of my children. The war was raging and I lost and trying to handle this all alone with a bride still looking to this stupid boy to be her everything. My father and my mother and siblings trying to pull me into a fight and a selfishness I wanted no part in. I could not be the oldest brother and son to my father. I had this woman, my bride, now devastated and rejected by what I thought was supposed to be my support, my siblings, my parents. I could not be what any of them needed me to be. I was still numb, still frightened out of my mind and struggling to be someone and something with my business, The Clay Empire.
My business was great the first year, I brought in 38K even though all this was raging. I thought, this was what I could do. What I needed to do. I could not be a good husband. I could not be a son or brother. But I could inspire and ignite imaginations with wonders of clay. So that is what I did.
Michelle and I shortly after the tubal pregnancy were tricked into rushing to my fathers home. My siblings and mother felt a cry of wolf would snap me out my neglected weekly pilgrimages to watch the man who taught me to work hard, and make it play, who held me in his stong arms and I could always look to him for council and someone to strive to be, waste into someone I did not recognize. his once strong hands that I never believed my small delicate hands would grow into always were kind.
He once told me his father, my beloved grandfather, never thought twice of reprimanding him, and he would never do that to me. He never did. He stopped that and I never new anything physical from him. Mental and verbal was another story. I guess that is my siblings and my role to snuff out. My mother on the other hand gifted me with all three. It is the verbal and mental abuse I carried into my marriage, and I pray I have snuffed out. But at this juncture in the story, I was not doing a very good job. I was so over my head. So lost. So needed with nothing to give, and too defensive to gift if I ever had it.
I was embarassed, and protective of my bride. My mother and siblings wives attacked Michelle brutally. I had seen enough. I did not know what else to do but cut them off. I did not know how to heal myself, let alone my bride. I just did not have the strength. I would take my inheritance of knowing how to make really hard work fun and the mental and verbal abuse I used now as my own defense mechanism and protect Michelle and myself from this part of me I never wanted Michelle, to see. I prayed she could not see it still buried in me, but she felt the mental and verbal abuse I used as a defense mechanism to keep her from getting close enough to me to find out who I thought I was.
I was running scared. Alone and determined that I could fight through this and fix it. If I could only show everyone that I too deserve to be loved, admired and maybe even respected, maybe I could let my guard down just enough to have something of what I thought marriage was suppose to be.
However, my decision to cut off my family destroyed Michelle. When ever we did have time together this hurt was all we now had in common. She did not understand my decision. She struggled to understand, and I trying to protect her, tried to paint my family in the worse light possible. Michelle began to know my family through the lens of my pain. I was not lying, I just was not being fair. I did not tell her my role in the family dysfunction. I could not share with her that I was so afraid that she would leave me, like the others if she thought that was me.
It was me, although. I had chosen to dwell there. I did not give my family any opportunity for redemption and when the phone call came in telling me my father really was on his death bed. I sat and mourned alone, with my wife on the outside looking in. I did not attend my fathers funeral. I was his oldest child. I could not attend. I feared my anger would drive me to hurt or God forbid kill one of my siblings or my mother. My father was what I perceived my only connection to that family. I no longer knew that family and did not want anything to do with the new reality my fathers death would bring. I felt so betrayed. I felt so alone. I had a loving wife struggling like hell to reach me and love me and I just shut down.
I became numb. I had lost two children, a stable secure job, my father, and my way all in one terrible year. I drove away my wife with verbal and emotional abuse to protect her from seeing who I had become. I was not in a good place. I was putting on a brave face, but I was destroyed. I had not yet dealt with my failure to save my denomination and my walking away from Seminary. How did I ever hope to deal with all this?
I did not deal with this very well. yet, Michelle stood by me. She loved me, she tried to put me back together, and we tried to keep building what we started building that first day we met and were one.
Now I have always been a man of deep, deep faith. Where ever two or three are gathered I have known that Christ is always there. I have witnessed countless miracles and I was always the mediator. The vessel Christ poured out of into others. I guess my body, was very much like the denomination I tried to save unsuccessfully. I was beaten, broken and stirred. It is very Biblical that God seems to love those of us so broken and human that his ministry is present and flows from. I am a man of God, yet, it seemed I was only the vessel and witness to the awesome power of God. I think I was stupid enough to think that God’s grace was only for others, I never truly asked for myself. I don’t know why.
This all changed the night my lovely bride who finally was so worn down, tired and lost herself, without me to be her team mate told me she had feelings for another.
It finally happened. She finally seen the real me. She finally knew that no matter who I tried to be, and who I yearned to be was all in the wrong direction without my own backyard being taken care of.
You see, my verbal abuse, the emotional roller coaster I had taken her on was too much for even this woman of God to bare. She yearned for me, but I was no longer there.
I was finally layed out for the world to see how broken and lost I really was. I was not the man E. W. Everson was. I was not the man Edwin, my grandfather was. I was not even the man my father was even though, I had carried all his demons and hard work ethic with me into this marriage. I only showed God’s Grace to others. I forgot to share that with my own wife and myself.
I had lost everything for 10 hours.
I then began calling out for God. I was pissed and I wanted a meeting with my creator. Job got one, and I wanted mine. Our house, is small. Michelle heard my cries. It was very early and she had finally collapsed in our bed, that I knew I would never sleep in again. I was on the couch. And out of this broken flesh, I bellowed for my God!
I demanded to know why this was happening to me! I demanded to know how God could do this too me?
Shortly before this I had announced to the world that I was no longer married and Michelle and I were getting a divorce. Facebook, suddenly was a vessel where I called out for prayer, for Michelle and myself.
curled into a puddle of tears and this gut wrenching prayer came from someplace deep that I had always protected and never let anyone see let alone hear. That frightened little boy was calling out for his God. He was demanding a miracle. He was not going to loose everything he held dear.
Michelle now awake and in tears herself tried to comfort me only to get lashed out at. The one I wanted to reach, to hold and comfort, suddenly wanted me. This broken frightened little boy crying out for his God to save him.
I still could not let her in.
She was not leaving me alone and I was so embarrassed I could not hide this little boy from her any longer. I tried with my silly pride to once again push her away with my angry words. I gathered up my laptop, the stinky blanket I wrapped this shattered flesh in and now with day breaking, and Michelle up I had to find a hole to hide myself in. I literally tied shut the upstairs door so I could dwell in my own pain alone.
All this time, my bride so lost, so much in pain seen that child and still wanted to make it work.
I found myself upstairs.
I turned to the one thing I had buried myself in, my laptop. I went to facebook, removed all Michelles friends and family from my account. I layed bare for the world to see my pain and called out for prayers. I called those people I knew to call. I got ahold of Apostle David King. I had just helped him get up on Blog Talk Radio and I needed prayer. I had no idea what to do. And he convicted me and hit me right between the eyes. “Are you ready to fight for this marriage?” David King asked me. I literally fell backwards from my seated position.
He repeated his words and prayed for Michelle and me. My heart was not broken anymore. He requested I listen to his last sermon and radio show. Then he demanded to call him at noon after his service.
I no longer had a hardened broken heart. I was raised like Lazarus. But still shaken, and a little stirred. So I began to listen to the show.
Michelle had responded to an email I sent her trying to reach her, she was so lost. Her heart was still fighting for us. She did not know how I would ever forgive her, but she did not care, she was fighting. I did not realize how lost I was. I did right then.
You see I thought I was ok, just doing what a married man had to do. Sure I was flirting with girls online and fantasizing about grass being greener in their backyards, but that was just fun and games right? What is the harm in reducing my stress after all I worked so hard! I was such a fool.
Listening to that sermon, the scales fell from my eyes. My heart longed for my bride. Yet, this little scared boy who just grew into a man right in his own backyard was praying that Michelle, my lovely wife would forgive him.
I suddenly realized what I had done to my lover. This was not her falling, it was mine. Actually it was both of ours. We had looked so hard for each other in everyone but each other, we had both landed in the same sewer. That sewer was our very own backyard.
Our house, was built in the early 1900’s. It is old and I let it go so bad in the last year. This house still has scars from the divorced couple that owned it before us. I am sure the anger and loneliness is still here. But instead of sanctifying it, and resurrecting it, and my marriage, I let it fall into disrepair, too busy building what I thought would impress my wife, rather then just love my wife.
We both have skype and while the radio program sermon was rebuilding me, and laying out God’s path, Michelle messaged me. She reached me with love. I had ended our marriage because she could not let go of this person she had feelings for because she did not want to loose everything, and she was so afraid I was already gone. I demanded that step or I was gone that night. But now, my heart did not care. I did not need her to do anything but forgive…me!
I asked her to listen to the sermon as well, I sent her the link and we started talking over skype chat. I thought about including it here, but that is for Michelle and my eyes only. It is bad enough she is married to a blogger who is taking on Socialism and uniting this conservative movement across this nation. I demand that my friends, members and anyone who reads this understand, that the two people who found themselves in the sewer, their own backyard are no longer those people.
Because this is where this story takes on significance that I feel outshines even my great grandfathers story of defeating socialism in 1921. You see, I went down stairs after Michelle and I both finished listening to the sermon. Michelle met me half way. I asked for her forgiveness, and she gifted me with it. She asked me for her forgiveness and I gifted her with that. God gifted Michelle and myself with a miracle all our own! We both witnessed the miracle that unfolded before our eyes.
This was Sunday morning. We sat and all this bullshit, and mess we both created started to be purged, and we together as one worked through it. We talked so deeply and completely in one hour and covered more pain and hurt then we had all 10 years of our marriage.
It was noon and Michelle and I called Apostle David King. We witnessed this miracle to him. I think he was dancing on the other end of the call. He witnessed to us another miracle that happened that day in his service.
The call ended.
Michelle and I have once again became one and inseparable. We have worked hard and heavy through all the lies, the deceptions. I was able to reveal to her my darkest secrets and she laid out all her darkest secrets. Together, we helped each other rid ourselves of that baggage. We are both so free now.
We have prayed and asked forgiveness from God who is now Lord and Master of our Marriage. I understand my role and she is so relieved I am back filling that role.
We have worked on trust issues, my past pain and fear. We have a lifetime to go, but I can not tell you the energy I now have. Both of us have witnessed to each other, through the pain that we have never been more joyful.
We are tired and shaken, but no longer stirred, we are rejoicing for we have finally been found and we have finally reconnected on a level only marriage and God can gift you with.
We both hurt so many by bringing them into our pain. We have had to severe those unhealthy relationships and we turned them back to God. We have the faith that God will heal those people and maybe gift them with the miracle we have found. That is all we pray for those people who are just as lost as we once were.
God is preparing Michelle and I for what He has always intended us to become and be in His grace. God is calling his people and this man of God needed his own miracle. When I called out for it, I was not just the witness but the recipient of it.
I am sharing this with you, the reader, our Grizzly Groundswell member so that you too will free yourself from your own pain and the lost will be found. God will deliver that miracle.
I thought that God would only give me just enough strength to survive this catastrophe we both created. Instead, he gave it all back to me, without a stain, and 100 fold better then I have ever known it.
Call out God’s name! God has always been there, through it all, but why do we forget to call out his name and ask for that miracle for ourselves?
My friends, this is the latest update about the greatest love story Satan never wanted you to learn about.
This once scared boy has become a man right in my very own backyard. I now have that little girl, now a woman of God right beside me, we are one and inseparable.
Life is too short, call on our God right now! Reach out and ask us here for our prayers, together with God, mountains move.
I also now have the gift of forgiveness for my mother and my siblings. I have not contacted them yet, as I am busy getting my own backyard cleaned up, but when we get that built up and secure I will be taking on that pain and forgiveness next. I now think I understand my family myself, and the role I played in that mess in my parents backyard. But just like in the Grizzly Groundswell, we start first in our own backyard, then we inspire and take on the next one.
Keep Michelle and myself, and my entire family and friends in your prayers. You may not know me, or you fear I do not know you, but just know God knows us all. Michelle and I are lifting up anyone who God sends to read about our love story and the miracle God gifted us with. So call out God’s name! Let God unharden your heart as well. The grass is greener on this side of pain, loneliness, guilt and despair. I promise you that.
I dedicate this witness to God and that little girl who loves me like no other can.
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This is the first time this year that I have had the chance to Raku! I am back in the saddle again! It has been way to long. This conservative activism is getting in the way with my love and passion for Raku! 
I had to get a Raku Marble commission completed and now I can clean them up and mail them off! They turned out so good, it is going to be hard to part with them. But the gentleman that commissioned them does this really interesting thing each year for his birthday. He finds an artist he likes and commissions one of a kind works of art then gives them to his Birthday guests. I just love that idea. So I am honored to be this years artist and since I am the only person in the world that does Raku fired clay marbles, his guests are getting something really special.
I also fired about 160 Grizzly Groundswell raku clay tiles. I was surprised I still had so many. So I am going to bring them to the www.samadamsalliance.org #Sammies award this Saturday where I am being awarded a Golden Sammie. I am so humbled but so excited to see some of my members and friends. I am so humbled by the whole experience so I am going to try to find 300 gifts for the expected attendees of this great event. I like giving something of myself to those people who come into my life. I guess that is what the Grizzly Groundswell is all about. Lifting each other up and 
interdependently taking back our backyard. It is going to be so much fun, I hope someday my Grizzly Groundswell will be big enough to do what the Sam Adams Alliance has done for me and my membership. Truly God has blessed me abundantly! 
