This was so fun to make, I tried to make each one unique and think of the recipent as I made each one.
Monday, June 18, 2012
Friday, June 01, 2012
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Friday, May 11, 2012
Parenting is an experiment in radical grace and the work of every parent is to fully give to the child. And it’s the work of every child to fully forgive the parents...
Perhaps there was something more powerful to experience than a perfect Mother: the wonder of a committed Mother who simply humbles herself. Ann voscamp
Wednesday, May 09, 2012
What is your Mother's Day Wish?
While listening to K-love, they were asking what is your mothers day wish? One lucky listening will recieve their wish. Well Itd be a miracle to get my mothers day wish, My wish is two fold, two wishes. One being that My daughters and I could get a generational picture with my mother and my granny. The other being that My mother, my granny and myself could share a lunch together and enjoy a cup of coffe talking, civilaly. Wouldnt that be grand, that we could sit together laugh and share. That my granny could remember her life and all the blessings she has. That my mother and I could smile at one another and we could share in lifes moments together. That my granny could complain about my papa, and we laugh. To see her shake her booty on the dance floor and smile. To just love one another. My granny has alzhimiers and my mother is distant cause I love God. I love these two women so much.
I have a Mother's Day wish, only wish I could be the "lucky" one to get my mothers day wish.
2001
Monday, April 30, 2012
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Monday, April 09, 2012
Tuesday, April 03, 2012
Best friends Bday card
So I was so happy with this card until I wrote the personal note inside....IT BLED THROUGH, I was bummed but thankfully she loves me anyways.....
Monday, April 02, 2012
chicks
This was a fun craft to do, I wasnt sure if Sara was gonna be able to but she pulled it off. Using tissue paper, glue, pencil and crayons.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
God's NOT dead
Let love explode And bring the dead to life A love so bold To see a revolution somehow
BRING THE DEAD TO LIFE.........Without Jesus, you are dead......His LOVE will bring the dead to life.......I want my family brought to LIFE!!!!!
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Sunday, March 04, 2012
Wednesday, February 01, 2012
update
I Miss Crafting......I am still in process of moving AND still do not have my belongings so it will be awhile before I can craft again. At least a month it looks like.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Monday, December 12, 2011
Baby shower banner
My little sister is having a baby and even though I wont be here for her shower or the birth, I wanted to be part of it somehow, so here is the banner for her shower that I made.....fun fun
desk calendar
I made this recently for my craft room and would like to make another one for another area once we are settled in. I helped my friend make one too and its adorable also!
Best friend card
My best friend has issues with shoes, she never has enough of them, so this card was fitting for her. I love you!
Wednesday, November 09, 2011
Grace Card
Im not sure yet who is getting this one....I just know I needed to make a card with the word grace on it. I really like how it turned out. I used fall colors since its Fall! FINALLY!
Happy Birthday Card
This is a Birthday card I made for my friend Christi recently.....I had fun making this card....
Beach Book
This was made for my friend Christi's Birthday recently for her to put her beach pics in it. The inside was decorated as well.....Beach Theme......
I love daddy book
I made this for a friends daughter for her to put pics of her and her daddy in it. He is currently serving over in Korea for a year.
Friday, November 04, 2011
Grace for the good girl
Here is another part of the book,
There is no place in the Bible where it says emotions are categorized as right or wrong. Still, for a good girl in hiding, it feels risky to be honest about them. Honest could ruffle feathers. Honest could reveal differing opionions. Honest could dirsupt your perception of me. Honest could ruin my carefully crafted laid'back image. Feeling scared meant I needed more faith. Feeling anger meant I needed more control. Feeling confused meant I needed to get it together and fiugre things out. In theory, I knew I was supposed to cast my fear, anger and confusion on the Lord. But after "trusting" him with my circumstances, I thought it was my responsibility to change the emotions and keep myself from experiencing them again. ~Emily Freeman
There is no place in the Bible where it says emotions are categorized as right or wrong. Still, for a good girl in hiding, it feels risky to be honest about them. Honest could ruffle feathers. Honest could reveal differing opionions. Honest could dirsupt your perception of me. Honest could ruin my carefully crafted laid'back image. Feeling scared meant I needed more faith. Feeling anger meant I needed more control. Feeling confused meant I needed to get it together and fiugre things out. In theory, I knew I was supposed to cast my fear, anger and confusion on the Lord. But after "trusting" him with my circumstances, I thought it was my responsibility to change the emotions and keep myself from experiencing them again. ~Emily Freeman
Friday, October 28, 2011
Grace for the Good Girl
"Worry is a thief, Fear is a liar, and Anxiety is their trembling, furrow-browed baby. I have lived with this dysfunctional family for the better part of my life. Sometimes I live with them still. Worry robs me of the peace I know is available. Fear lies and says there is no peace at all. And their immature, screaming baby Anxiety keeps me up at night with her unrelenting cries of what if? and what now? and what will they think?"
"I was a good girl and I wanted to be a good girl, but it often kept me from saying what I really meant. In fact, my desire to be good even kept me from exploring my own opinion, and I grew up to believe that my opinions didnt actually matter much anyway. I avoided vulnerability for fear of being rejected or being labeled needy. Good girls arent needy they are needed. And so instead of living free, I lived safe."
~Emily Freeman in her book grace for the good girl
"I was a good girl and I wanted to be a good girl, but it often kept me from saying what I really meant. In fact, my desire to be good even kept me from exploring my own opinion, and I grew up to believe that my opinions didnt actually matter much anyway. I avoided vulnerability for fear of being rejected or being labeled needy. Good girls arent needy they are needed. And so instead of living free, I lived safe."
~Emily Freeman in her book grace for the good girl
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Saturday, October 15, 2011
One thing that may help any relationship
A devotion from Ann Voskamp, read at her blog here
I think of my mother and my esp my papa when I read this.......
I think of my mother and my esp my papa when I read this.......
Friday, October 14, 2011
Cheesecake or Dirt?
October 14, 2011
A Slice of Cheesecake, or Dirt?
Rachel Olsen
"The words of a gossip are like choice morsels; they go down to the inmost parts." Proverbs 18:8 (NIV)
Get-togethers with my friends or family typically wind up the same way. The men gather by the grill or TV, and talk about music or sports. Meanwhile, the women congregate in the kitchen for some old-fashioned "girl-talk."
For women, people and relationships tend to be the common ground of conversation. We are the more emotional and relational gender. And of course we gather in the kitchen—it's the heart of the home. Plus, that's where the food is. After all, girl-talk is deliciously enhanced by coffee or cheesecake.
However, there is a side of girl-talk that is dangerous and addictive. It's called gossip.
Why do we gossip? I believe it's the same reason we do other things we know we shouldn't, like flirt with the boss, or gorge ourselves on cheesecake—because it's pleasurable.
In the case of gossiping, we like the feeling of being "in the know." At least for the moment, we can command everyone's attention. Eyes widen and adrenalin pulses as we tell our friends the unbelievable news. They hang on our every word.
Hearing gossip can make us feel almost as good as telling it—like we've been chosen and trusted with a secret. Gossiping feels good to everyone—except those who are the object of it.
When I look inward at my own motives for gossiping, what I see is not appetizing. I see pride, carelessness and judgment. I see a self-serving attitude that likes the feelings gossip brings. Although gossip may taste good at the time, just like too much cheesecake, it can negatively affect my well-being. Gossip goes down into my soul bringing with it the weight of guilt and sin.
I've come to realize that when I dish the dirt, or even listen to it, I'm serving dirt to my own soul.
Next time the girls gather, I've decided I'm going to fast from gossiping. I've pre-decided I'll redirect the conversation, or simply excuse myself to the bathroom when gossip arises. I don't wish to dish or devour dirt. When my heart is sensitive to God's, gossip only gives me a sick feeling later.
I will, however, have a cup of coffee and small serving of dessert. Which would you rather enjoy—a slice of cheesecake, or dirt?
I want the cheesecake please! with some coffee for sure!
A Slice of Cheesecake, or Dirt?
Rachel Olsen
"The words of a gossip are like choice morsels; they go down to the inmost parts." Proverbs 18:8 (NIV)
Get-togethers with my friends or family typically wind up the same way. The men gather by the grill or TV, and talk about music or sports. Meanwhile, the women congregate in the kitchen for some old-fashioned "girl-talk."
For women, people and relationships tend to be the common ground of conversation. We are the more emotional and relational gender. And of course we gather in the kitchen—it's the heart of the home. Plus, that's where the food is. After all, girl-talk is deliciously enhanced by coffee or cheesecake.
However, there is a side of girl-talk that is dangerous and addictive. It's called gossip.
Why do we gossip? I believe it's the same reason we do other things we know we shouldn't, like flirt with the boss, or gorge ourselves on cheesecake—because it's pleasurable.
In the case of gossiping, we like the feeling of being "in the know." At least for the moment, we can command everyone's attention. Eyes widen and adrenalin pulses as we tell our friends the unbelievable news. They hang on our every word.
Hearing gossip can make us feel almost as good as telling it—like we've been chosen and trusted with a secret. Gossiping feels good to everyone—except those who are the object of it.
When I look inward at my own motives for gossiping, what I see is not appetizing. I see pride, carelessness and judgment. I see a self-serving attitude that likes the feelings gossip brings. Although gossip may taste good at the time, just like too much cheesecake, it can negatively affect my well-being. Gossip goes down into my soul bringing with it the weight of guilt and sin.
I've come to realize that when I dish the dirt, or even listen to it, I'm serving dirt to my own soul.
Next time the girls gather, I've decided I'm going to fast from gossiping. I've pre-decided I'll redirect the conversation, or simply excuse myself to the bathroom when gossip arises. I don't wish to dish or devour dirt. When my heart is sensitive to God's, gossip only gives me a sick feeling later.
I will, however, have a cup of coffee and small serving of dessert. Which would you rather enjoy—a slice of cheesecake, or dirt?
I want the cheesecake please! with some coffee for sure!
Thursday, October 13, 2011
How to save precious cards
Ever hate to throw out a special card someone gave you, well I found this neat way to keep them..look here
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Contentment
Contentment is not the fulfillment of what you want, but the realization of how much you already have. It is not a destination, *it is a state of gratefulness before God.* -Joshua Harris
Remember the card
Breast cancer card that I made, well here is a news clip about where the card went! :) amazing!
Thursday, October 06, 2011
Best Friends~Sisters
This is Jennifer aka my best friend.....She came to visit me and we had a great time. Lots of shopping, without her knowledge you would think I have grandbabies already. ;) So thanks to her I dress more my age....A few words to describe our weekend:
2 am, early rise, gas station coffee, getting lost, possible sunburns, danger at every corner, burping, peach bellini, chocolate, malls, coconut lime, blades, dumpsters, questionable photos, room service, bean sprouts, hot boots, bridesmaid shoes/not, 5 months preggo, weaker rabbits, salads, joanns yarn, thump thump thump, have you seen this before?, nicest person i know, hour glass, felt pillows, coffee, So happy to have had this time with you!
Who knew
Who knew loving you would cause her rejection?
Rejection from the one you thought would always love you.
Who knew her rejection would cause me to love You even more?
Loving you, The one, who will always love me.
Who knew her rejection would in the end hurt her more?
For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God. 1 Cor 1:18
Who knew her rejection could hurt so bad?
He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows, and familiar with suffering. Like one from whom men hide their faces he was despised, and we esteemed him not. Isaiah 53:3
You knew, you always knew, you were rejected and continue to be rejected, yet even still you love......
Blessed are you when men hate you, when they exclude you and insult you and reject your name as evil, because of the Son of Man. Luke 6:22
Take courage and lean not on your own understanding.......
Rejection from the one you thought would always love you.
Who knew her rejection would cause me to love You even more?
Loving you, The one, who will always love me.
Who knew her rejection would in the end hurt her more?
For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God. 1 Cor 1:18
Who knew her rejection could hurt so bad?
He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows, and familiar with suffering. Like one from whom men hide their faces he was despised, and we esteemed him not. Isaiah 53:3
You knew, you always knew, you were rejected and continue to be rejected, yet even still you love......
Blessed are you when men hate you, when they exclude you and insult you and reject your name as evil, because of the Son of Man. Luke 6:22
Take courage and lean not on your own understanding.......
Wednesday, October 05, 2011
Are you damaged?
October 5, 2011
Damaged Goods
Carol Davis
She Speaks Graduate
"The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise." Psalm 51:17 (NIV, 1984)
I walked down the aisle of the discount grocery looking for a bargain that I couldn't live without. It's always hit and miss in this store...and I had missed...again.
But, I passed by a bin that caught my eye. "Damaged Goods." It was filled with dented cans and missing labels...no real rhyme or reason, just random items that were not shelf worthy. And suddenly, I knew just how they felt.
Life sometimes delivers the unexpected. Lessons learned in the school of hard knocks bruise us, dent us and remove the label that defines who we are. We feel as if we have been tossed into a bin, no longer worthy of a place on the shelf. Some people substantiate the lie that we are second class failures and all hope is gone.
So, I leaned over and intentionally chose a dented can with no label from the bin. I got it home and placed it on the can opener with anxious anticipation. The whirr of the can opener finally penetrated the metal lid to reveal....peaches!!! I let out a school girl squeal! I love peaches!! What a treat to open this can and be greeted by one of my favorite fruits. The can was damaged but the contents were still good...and sweet.
God must have smiled...because at that moment the sunshine beamed in my kitchen window. I knew in my heart there was a lesson.
I have been damaged. We all have to some degree. I am not living the life that I dreamed about when I was a kid. However, the damage that I have suffered has made the contents of my heart so much sweeter, so much more compassionate, so much more in pursuit of Jesus. I have been looked down upon and judged by many who have seen my label missing and slapped on their own.
I've wanted to say, "Don't judge too quickly. My damage has not defined me...but, it is refining me." I may sometimes be at the bottom of the life's bin, but Jesus paid as high a price for those of us at the bottom as He did for those that are proudly displayed on the top shelf.
Look around. Is there someone in your life, your family or your church that you consider "damaged goods"? Don't miss an opportunity to reach out to them, to love them. You just might find a friendship that is good...and sweet.
Damaged Goods
Carol Davis
She Speaks Graduate
"The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise." Psalm 51:17 (NIV, 1984)
I walked down the aisle of the discount grocery looking for a bargain that I couldn't live without. It's always hit and miss in this store...and I had missed...again.
But, I passed by a bin that caught my eye. "Damaged Goods." It was filled with dented cans and missing labels...no real rhyme or reason, just random items that were not shelf worthy. And suddenly, I knew just how they felt.
Life sometimes delivers the unexpected. Lessons learned in the school of hard knocks bruise us, dent us and remove the label that defines who we are. We feel as if we have been tossed into a bin, no longer worthy of a place on the shelf. Some people substantiate the lie that we are second class failures and all hope is gone.
So, I leaned over and intentionally chose a dented can with no label from the bin. I got it home and placed it on the can opener with anxious anticipation. The whirr of the can opener finally penetrated the metal lid to reveal....peaches!!! I let out a school girl squeal! I love peaches!! What a treat to open this can and be greeted by one of my favorite fruits. The can was damaged but the contents were still good...and sweet.
God must have smiled...because at that moment the sunshine beamed in my kitchen window. I knew in my heart there was a lesson.
I have been damaged. We all have to some degree. I am not living the life that I dreamed about when I was a kid. However, the damage that I have suffered has made the contents of my heart so much sweeter, so much more compassionate, so much more in pursuit of Jesus. I have been looked down upon and judged by many who have seen my label missing and slapped on their own.
I've wanted to say, "Don't judge too quickly. My damage has not defined me...but, it is refining me." I may sometimes be at the bottom of the life's bin, but Jesus paid as high a price for those of us at the bottom as He did for those that are proudly displayed on the top shelf.
Look around. Is there someone in your life, your family or your church that you consider "damaged goods"? Don't miss an opportunity to reach out to them, to love them. You just might find a friendship that is good...and sweet.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
For my Papa
My papa is an amazing man, my grandmother who he has been married to for over 50 years has alzhemiers and he is now caring for her. She has always been a strong woman and done everything for him. He has now stepped up and is caring for her. I have always known he is awesome but now I think he is even more awesomer!!!
Another idea
So I got to thinking, im sure I could make other things with all this cute paper right? well here ya go, I made these pinwheels and cut out the letters to spell "sisters" it is hanging in the girls room:)
close up
Breast Cancer Awareness card
recently someone from another blog requested that she post to all of her blog followers that she needed homemade cards for an event she is putting on for cancer patients who are under going reconstructive surgery....She is having a breakfast for them and wants a card at every womans place. what an honor to make this card for someone that God has already predetermined who its for. All God wanted it to say, was "you're beautiful" so there you have it, that is all I wrote on the inside of the card. I sure hope it blessed who ever rec'd my card.
The inside of the card
Friday, September 23, 2011
Is God looking for you?
September 22, 2011
Is God Looking for You?
T. Suzanne Eller
"I looked for someone who might rebuild the wall of righteousness that guards the land. I searched for someone to stand in the gap in the wall so I wouldn't have to destroy the land, but I found no one." Ezekiel 22:30 (NLT)
I loved her dearly. I prayed for her often, but I reasoned with myself as I kept silent. I didn't have all the facts. It wasn't my place. I didn't want her to think that I was judging her.
She was falling into sin while pushing aside the consequences for her and her loved ones. For a long time it was secret, but now it was not. Still I said nothing.
If a car sped through a red light, I would have warned her. But sin recklessly careened through her choices, and I didn't even wave a red flag. Until one day God stopped me in my prayers with today's key verse from Ezekiel 22:30: "I looked for someone who might rebuild the wall of righteousness that guards the land. I searched for someone to stand in the gap in th wall so I wouldn't have to destroy the land, but I found no one." (NLT)
Are You looking for me, God? I wondered. Is she so heavy on Your heart that You are searching for someone to stand in the gap?
My conversation with her wasn't easy. But, it was bathed in prayer. Cloaked in words of love. And truth, sweet truth between two women.
I let her know that I loved her, and so did Jesus. In fact, He loved her so much that He had placed her on my heart for months. I told her my silence was not proof of my love, but evidence of my fears. I wanted her to know she mattered more than my fear of rejection or misunderstanding.
How many times do we watch a friend, a child, a loved one walk in the opposite direction of God and say nothing? How often do we fail to pray?
When God called Ezekiel to rebuild the wall of righteousness and stand in the gap, it was not an easy job. Ezekiel was called to speak the truth to the Israelites. God didn't promise that they would listen. Or that they would change their ways. Ezekiel was to tell them that God watched them, like a Father watches an errant child. He hated their sin but longed to lead them in a new direction, one marked with intention rather than indulgence.
My friend received my words well, and now it is up to her and God. I have promised to always be truthful with her, and in doing so, encourage, love and pray with her.
Is there someone you love, someone close to you, who has fallen into the trap of sin? Is God asking you to share the truth? Is God looking for you to stand in the gap?
Is God Looking for You?
T. Suzanne Eller
"I looked for someone who might rebuild the wall of righteousness that guards the land. I searched for someone to stand in the gap in the wall so I wouldn't have to destroy the land, but I found no one." Ezekiel 22:30 (NLT)
I loved her dearly. I prayed for her often, but I reasoned with myself as I kept silent. I didn't have all the facts. It wasn't my place. I didn't want her to think that I was judging her.
She was falling into sin while pushing aside the consequences for her and her loved ones. For a long time it was secret, but now it was not. Still I said nothing.
If a car sped through a red light, I would have warned her. But sin recklessly careened through her choices, and I didn't even wave a red flag. Until one day God stopped me in my prayers with today's key verse from Ezekiel 22:30: "I looked for someone who might rebuild the wall of righteousness that guards the land. I searched for someone to stand in the gap in th wall so I wouldn't have to destroy the land, but I found no one." (NLT)
Are You looking for me, God? I wondered. Is she so heavy on Your heart that You are searching for someone to stand in the gap?
My conversation with her wasn't easy. But, it was bathed in prayer. Cloaked in words of love. And truth, sweet truth between two women.
I let her know that I loved her, and so did Jesus. In fact, He loved her so much that He had placed her on my heart for months. I told her my silence was not proof of my love, but evidence of my fears. I wanted her to know she mattered more than my fear of rejection or misunderstanding.
How many times do we watch a friend, a child, a loved one walk in the opposite direction of God and say nothing? How often do we fail to pray?
When God called Ezekiel to rebuild the wall of righteousness and stand in the gap, it was not an easy job. Ezekiel was called to speak the truth to the Israelites. God didn't promise that they would listen. Or that they would change their ways. Ezekiel was to tell them that God watched them, like a Father watches an errant child. He hated their sin but longed to lead them in a new direction, one marked with intention rather than indulgence.
My friend received my words well, and now it is up to her and God. I have promised to always be truthful with her, and in doing so, encourage, love and pray with her.
Is there someone you love, someone close to you, who has fallen into the trap of sin? Is God asking you to share the truth? Is God looking for you to stand in the gap?
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Monday, September 05, 2011
Coffee
This is for my Kona coffee supplier. We so appreciate our coffee and love that we actually know him and his wife and have toured the plantation. I love coffee and love this card!
Thursday, September 01, 2011
Dolphin Tales
Have you heard of the new movie coming out? Go to Sally Clarkson's blog to see all the details and how you can help with getting more family friendly movies out there! :)
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
thank you card
This one is for my friend Beckie, who always remembers my birthday. We have known each other over 10 years now and no matter where on this earth the military takes us, she sends me something in the mail. No matter how much time between phone calls we always catch right back up. She is a treasure to have in my life.
A new Creation
Im gonna go ahead and post this one too, Im sure she has rec'd it. This one is inspired by my friend Shannon who like us all are a New creation in Christ.......
Sweet Card
Ok so this month I had a root canal, yikes! anyways, im a scared baby when it comes to this. The assistant was so awesome, I made sure to get her name and a business card so I could make her a card. I used my cuttlebug which is quickly becoming a favorite tool! and I also used my cricut to make the strawberry. I love how sweet and cute this card is:)
Shine
I made this card maybe two months ago and have been waiting on God to let me know who to send this one to. Well I got my answer recently, I sent it to my friend Joye. She is going through Chemo (second round) and let me tell you, this woman SHINES! She radiates Jesus. Jesus seeps out of her and her love is contagious. It amazes me. Jesus is amazing! Im so happy to know this woman and just being around her is a blessing for sure!
Thinking of you
I made this for a family who is going through alot right now. We miss them and wish them well
Monday, August 15, 2011
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Forgiveness
Three Ways to Forgive by Ann Voskamp
1. Be a Screen Door
Like the wind blows through a screen door, let blustry comments, stormy blasts just blow right past. Incidents can only hit hard if you have your front door closed. But having a screen door policy allows some of the pain to blow by, us all hidden in Christ….
2. Only Believe the Best
When you believe that everyone is always just doing their best, that we never war against flesh and blood but against the principalities, that in light of this fallen world and sinful limitations, they truly are doing their best… this changes everything. Love bears all things, hopes all things, believes all things and whatever is good and pure and lovely, think on these things.
3. Tell the Thankful Truth
The truth is, there is always something, a lot, to give thanks for and that is the truth about every single parent. Consider offering a father, a mother, the gift of a jar full of slips of paper with your gratitude and thankful memories jotted down. This kind of grateful truth-telling helps to heal old wounds.
I feel myself wanting to close up, close myself off to everyone outside my house. I find myself getting angry over lost relationships, angry to always be the initator and I dont want to be.
So I get this email from Ann daily and wow, I love her way of being a screen door instead of a closed door. I want to be a screen door but I feel myself closing it. I know Christ wouldnt have me do that. I have to keep being strong and well by golly I dont want to be, so Im left with trying to allow my GOD to be for me. At times I feel the hurt of everyone in the world and it is sooo sad. I want to remove everyones hurt. I want to make everyone well. I find that the more that technology and the get more have more mentality increases, the more people dont have time for each other anymore. No one seems to have time for one on one relationships. I miss the good ole days when people would get together for afternoon tea or whatever and just enjoy fellowship with others. Everyone seems soooo rushed....RELAX and treasure your moments, they are fleeting. Look into your childs heart and love them. Love them for who they are even if you dont like or understand them. God made them unique. Im learning to do this, and with the help of my husbands encouragement we are trying to take in every moment. Ok im done for now.......
1. Be a Screen Door
Like the wind blows through a screen door, let blustry comments, stormy blasts just blow right past. Incidents can only hit hard if you have your front door closed. But having a screen door policy allows some of the pain to blow by, us all hidden in Christ….
2. Only Believe the Best
When you believe that everyone is always just doing their best, that we never war against flesh and blood but against the principalities, that in light of this fallen world and sinful limitations, they truly are doing their best… this changes everything. Love bears all things, hopes all things, believes all things and whatever is good and pure and lovely, think on these things.
3. Tell the Thankful Truth
The truth is, there is always something, a lot, to give thanks for and that is the truth about every single parent. Consider offering a father, a mother, the gift of a jar full of slips of paper with your gratitude and thankful memories jotted down. This kind of grateful truth-telling helps to heal old wounds.
I feel myself wanting to close up, close myself off to everyone outside my house. I find myself getting angry over lost relationships, angry to always be the initator and I dont want to be.
So I get this email from Ann daily and wow, I love her way of being a screen door instead of a closed door. I want to be a screen door but I feel myself closing it. I know Christ wouldnt have me do that. I have to keep being strong and well by golly I dont want to be, so Im left with trying to allow my GOD to be for me. At times I feel the hurt of everyone in the world and it is sooo sad. I want to remove everyones hurt. I want to make everyone well. I find that the more that technology and the get more have more mentality increases, the more people dont have time for each other anymore. No one seems to have time for one on one relationships. I miss the good ole days when people would get together for afternoon tea or whatever and just enjoy fellowship with others. Everyone seems soooo rushed....RELAX and treasure your moments, they are fleeting. Look into your childs heart and love them. Love them for who they are even if you dont like or understand them. God made them unique. Im learning to do this, and with the help of my husbands encouragement we are trying to take in every moment. Ok im done for now.......
Friday, August 05, 2011
Thursday, August 04, 2011
Kids school books etc
I have updated our list of what the kids are and will be doing this year......
Moms version of 1 cor 13
This is from a devotional bible I have but was originally in a book called "When the handwriting on the wall is in brown crayon" by Susan L. Lenzkes.
Though I lecture and harp at my children and have not love, I will be background noise to rebellious thoughts.
And though I wisely warn them not to use the street as a playground, or they'll be killed; and though I patiently explain why snails live in mobile homes, and I give endless answers to life's other mysteries; and though I have faith that can remove mountains of ignorance - yet never hug my children - I have taught nothing.
And though I slave over a steaming stove with balanced diets and complicated recipes and even burn my fingers - yet never smile as I serve - I have not really fed them.
A truly loving mother suffers through unfinished sentences, clutter, nicks on furniture, sleepless nights and adolescent insults, and is kind enough to think her kids are the greatest. A loving mother tries not to resent her children for being free like she used to be, and she doesn't brag about how she never talked to her mom that way.
Real love considers a childish nightmare more urgent than her need for sleep; is not shattered by the title "Meanest Mom"; doesn't shame a toddler who breaks training or a teen who still spills milk; steadfastly refuses to entertain visions of escape; and does not smirk as her child trips over the toy he refused to put away (but with silent wisdom rejoices in the effective lessons of experience).
Mother love has arms strong from lifting, a heart large with believing, a mind stretched with hoping, shoulders soft with enduring and knees bent with committing.
True mother-love never fails to point her child to the Author of Love.
"And now these three remain; faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love."
~
Though I lecture and harp at my children and have not love, I will be background noise to rebellious thoughts.
And though I wisely warn them not to use the street as a playground, or they'll be killed; and though I patiently explain why snails live in mobile homes, and I give endless answers to life's other mysteries; and though I have faith that can remove mountains of ignorance - yet never hug my children - I have taught nothing.
And though I slave over a steaming stove with balanced diets and complicated recipes and even burn my fingers - yet never smile as I serve - I have not really fed them.
A truly loving mother suffers through unfinished sentences, clutter, nicks on furniture, sleepless nights and adolescent insults, and is kind enough to think her kids are the greatest. A loving mother tries not to resent her children for being free like she used to be, and she doesn't brag about how she never talked to her mom that way.
Real love considers a childish nightmare more urgent than her need for sleep; is not shattered by the title "Meanest Mom"; doesn't shame a toddler who breaks training or a teen who still spills milk; steadfastly refuses to entertain visions of escape; and does not smirk as her child trips over the toy he refused to put away (but with silent wisdom rejoices in the effective lessons of experience).
Mother love has arms strong from lifting, a heart large with believing, a mind stretched with hoping, shoulders soft with enduring and knees bent with committing.
True mother-love never fails to point her child to the Author of Love.
~
"And now these three remain; faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love."
1 Corinthians 13:13
Thursday, July 28, 2011
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