tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51983794199079192142024-03-19T03:07:05.571-07:00A Sheltering TreeA mother, her daughters and granddaughter -- blogging together...Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14577919062812348914noreply@blogger.comBlogger474125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5198379419907919214.post-66233402558474477832017-05-26T08:18:00.000-07:002017-05-26T08:18:54.378-07:00Work and Watch by RB Kuhn<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">I'm happy to have my husband, RB, writing a devotional today. </span><br />
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in one semi trailer) seemed like feathers... </i></b>And why? Well…at the end
of the task, I collected my $7.00 cash – just enough to fill my 1967 Ford’s
tank so I could make the 150-mile trip from my college dorm to Glen Campbell,
PA, to see my bride-to-be. Not a bad hourly wage for 1974, right? (Talk about
motivation!) The three of us un-loaders then rushed to our 7:00 a.m. beloved
Greek class to recite our Alpha, Beta, Gammas for Dr. England.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Yes,
the dog food labor was inconvenient – Too early. Cramped my schedule. Didn’t
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Are you beginning to get the
picture? Work seldom brings hilarity during its action, but what wonderful
satisfaction and benefits show up later!
At the end of the day, even though we may feel fatigue, groan with sore
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Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14577919062812348914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5198379419907919214.post-32049283010604642332017-05-22T11:23:00.000-07:002017-05-22T11:33:03.157-07:00Tracing Rainbows Through the Rain<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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That morn shall tearless be. </div>
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<br />George Matheson suffered poor eyesight from birth, and at age 15 learned that he was going blind. After graduating from the University of Glasgow at age 19, he began theological studies, and it was while pursuing those that he became totally blind.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Besides dealing with blindness, Matheson encountered a heartbreaking experience. His fiancé broke her engagement to him. She explained that she couldn't see herself going through life married to a blind man. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Yet through it all, Matheson experienced the call of joy. Joy that broke through his pain. He was willing to trace rainbows in spite of the rain pelting his heart. </span><br />
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<br /><b>1. Become friends with joyful people</b><br /><br />There are people who drag us down, and others who lift us up. I’ve found that when I spend time with joyful people, my own heart is lifted. The pain is still there, but the beauty of the rainbow is within my grasp.<br /><br />Years ago, we traveled with a college quartet. Landing one night at the Bloom sisters’ residence, we felt our weariness eased by their attitude of joy. When they showed us to our room they pointed to a devotional book they wanted us to read. Page after page was underlined and dated. Joy leaped from the pages to our hearts. These godly ladies knew how to trace rainbows.<br /><br /><b>2. Trust Jesus </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b><br />Babbie Mason wrote these poignant words: </span><br />
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Trust His heart.</div>
<br />Some things will never make sense. Cancer, deaths of young people, divorce, abuse – we cannot understand the “why” of them. Trust Jesus. Believe what He said, “And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose” (Romans 8:28). Never forget our Heavenly Father loves you. His tears mingle with ours. Trust that, in the daily pain, He will help you trace rainbows. You may not ever get over the heartache, but you can get through it. We have the hope of heaven when tears will be forever washed away. <br /><br /><b>3. Be Grateful</b><br /><br />Rainbow tracing is easier when we are counting blessings – one by one. Be intentional; each day record a blessing. I’m not talking about “My friend paid off my car” blessings. No, the little things. A beautiful sunrise, encouragement from God’s Word, a friend’s phone call, a card in the mail – those blessings we often take for granted. Henry Ward Beecher said, “The unthankful heart...discovers no mercies; but let the thankful heart sweep through the day and, as the magnet finds the iron, so it will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings!” As we practice gratitude, the hues of the rainbow become more vivid. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /><br />We all have pain. You have yours. I have mine. The Sunday morning after we held our sweet Sarah’s funeral, my husband sat on the organ bench, desperately trying to think of a song to play for the offertory. These words crept into his heart as tears rained down his face: O Joy, that seekest me through pain; I rest my weary soul in thee. At times it seems like joy will no longer visit your heart, yet as you seek fellowship with joyful people, when you trust Jesus, and count your blessings, your eyes will trace the rainbow arched above your heart. <br /><br /> </span>
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Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14577919062812348914noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5198379419907919214.post-88448365008813605972017-04-25T14:20:00.002-07:002017-04-25T14:21:25.043-07:00Give Them Books<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large; text-align: left;"> She was six, and already the bookstore was her favorite place to be. Friday night family time found us at Barnes and Noble for story hour. Emily ate cheese balls with Lilly of <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Lillys-Purple-Plastic-Purse-Henkes/dp/0688128971/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1493084412&sr=8-1&keywords=lily+and+the+purple+plastic+purse" target="_blank">Lilly’s Plastic Purse </a>(Kevin Henkes), twilled with Angelia Ballerina (Katharine Holabird) and had her picture taken with Sister Berenstain Bear (Stan and Jan Berenstain). I knew I had birthed a reader when Emily handed me a book and said, “Momma, doesn’t this book feel so good in your hands?” Deckle pages delighted her, word choices enchanted her, and those blue eyes twinkled when a favorite author released a new title.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Common Sense Media’s 2014 research report found that 53% of nine-year-olds are reading daily. Every list I reviewed showed that 53% are reading fiction, indicating adventure, fantasy, some classics, fairy tales, and mysteries are the brain food of our children. I do believe fiction is an important part of a child’s reading. Nathan the Prophet told King David a story, <a href="http://biblehub.com/topical/j/jotham.htm">Jotham </a>shared a fable of trees, and Ezekiel related an allegory of a great eagle with wings. However there are so many other genres our children can enjoy. Remember, the words they read are filling their minds and forming their world view.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Many use the excuse, “they are just kids,” but we are responsible for training our children for the Kingdom work. I purchased a book about strange animals so some fresh, informative reading would be available for the grandkids. All was well, until Ethan, then nine, brought it to me and said, “Mawmaw, this has evolution in it.” We can’t just randomly buy books and hope they are good because they were written for children. Review them first.</span><br />
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1. God’s Word</div>
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Encourage devotional time early. Before they learned to read my daughter established a time of personal devotions for her children. Listed on their picture reminders along with make your bed and fold jammies, was “read Bible and pray before leaving bedroom.” When Melanie was about twelve, I peeked into her room to see her reading her Bible. Three-year-old Emily was beside her, reading her Bible, too —upside down. There are many children’s <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Gods-Mighty-Warrior-Devotional-Bible/dp/1400320402/ref=sr_1_6?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1493084114&sr=1-6&keywords=children%27s+devotional+bible" target="_blank">devotional books</a> available, but encourage your children to find the connected Scripture in their own Bible. We want them to fall in love with the Bible as a book. There will be time later for Bible apps and other electronic gadgets. </div>
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Reading biographies provides a cadre of heroes. Introduce them to entrepreneurship through Walt Disney, feed their patriotism with Nathaniel Hale or Sam Houston, and inspire them to pursue their talents with Handel and Mozart. Teach them compassion with stories of the Special Olympics and <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Rick-Hansen-Man-Motion-ebook/dp/B004UI6XG8/ref=sr_1_8?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1493084000&sr=1-8&keywords=rick+hansen" target="_blank">Rick Hansen</a>. Challenge them to follow God with Dietrich Bonhoeffer, Jim Elliott and Amy Carmichael. </div>
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Kids just want to know – they like trivia and facts. Provide Ken Ham’s Answers Series. Give them books on sea animals, tornados, pyramids, national wonders and yes, even<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Wacky-Bible-Gross-Outs-believe/dp/0310744245/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1493083827&sr=8-1&keywords=bible+gross+out" target="_blank"> Zondervan’s Wacky Bible Gross Out book</a>. Make sure they are up-to-date, colorful and fun.</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /> We have a responsibility to raise readers, to make sure books are available to them whether from our church library, city library or their own room’s library. When Melanie was a young teenager, she had over 500 books in her own room. Is it any wonder the main item on her Christmas list each year are non-fiction books?<br /><br /> And my little Emily-reader-turned-teacher? Spring Break is coming up, and she has promised to spend a day with me, “curled up in the blue chair with a good book.”</span><br />
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Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14577919062812348914noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5198379419907919214.post-71694578187030592622017-04-22T09:51:00.001-07:002017-04-22T10:22:59.395-07:00The Shelter of Informal Mentoring<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /><i>One of the challenges I repeatedly hold out to the people of our church—especially the women—is that they make it one of their aims to age into a sage. I love the vision of older women full of seasoned spiritual fruit that comes only with long life and much affliction and deep meditation on the Word of God. So many younger women yearn for older women, who are deeply wise, to share the wisdom God has taught them over the years.</i> John Piper</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /><br />My friend, Eleanor, is a Titus 2 woman. Her mentoring ministry fulfills the command in verses two through five: <i>Older women likewise are to exhibit behavior fitting, for those who are holy, not slandering, not slaves to excessive drinking, but teaching what is good. In this way they will train the younger women to love their husbands, to love their children, to be self-controlled, pure, fulfilling their duties at home, kind, being subject to their own husbands, so that the message of God may not be discredited.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>She is a wise woman who is mature in faith, a lover the Word of God, and consistent in godly conduct.<br /><br />She is authentic – doesn’t wear a mask.<br /><br />She is willing to listen, share skills, and provide a positive perspective for life experiences.<br /><br />She is willing to speak truth using love to cushion the council. <br /><br />She provides wisdom and offers a spiritually sound, safe and fun friendship to a younger woman.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b><i>Some young families don’t have extra money for coffee store drinks or pastries. If possible, pick up the tab. <br /><br />Be aware of the books available on different subjects. Pick up one or two “just in case.’ <br /><br />Invite them into your home to make freezer meals for a new mother. You will help them realize blessing others doesn’t have to involve big gifts. <br /><br />Go beyond with a mailed note, a quick phone call or text, a small gift such a favorite cookie, candy bar or box of tea, that says, “I’ve been listening to you.” </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i>There are many mentoring programs, but sometimes informal mentoring can reach those who wouldn’t sign up for a program. We can answer the call to “Feed my sheep” (John 21:17). Prepare them to mentor the next generation for the furtherance of God’s kingdom, and for the glory of God.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />During Queen Mary’s reign in the 1500s, nearly 300 people were burned at the stake for their worship of God. No wonder she was called “Bloody Mary.” One man Mary hated was John Rogers, a Bible translator, and Protestant preacher. As the sheriff led him to the stake, they asked if he would recant his protestant beliefs.<br /><br />He didn’t miss a step, but replied, “I’ll seal what I preached with my own blood.” The Sheriff called John a heretic, yet he promised to pray for him. Singing, he passed his wife and eleven children, yet even for them, he would not recant.<br /><br />Today, in the United States, we wouldn’t be burned at the stake for our religious beliefs, but Open Door: Serving Persecuted Christians Worldwide reports that, around the world, each month 322 Christians are killed for their faith, 211 churches and Christian properties are destroyed, and 772 forms of violence are committed against Christians. If you follow the news, you will see, even in the United States, the subtle persecutions of those who believe in the precepts of God’s Word. How do we respond to the persecution and, more importantly, how do we teach our children to respond? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /><br />When we teach our children the commandment, “Thou shalt not kill,” that is an absolute truth. We don’t dilute it by condoning abortion or euthanasia. When we teach our children, “Thou shalt not commit adultery,” we don’t embrace it to encompass more than one man and one woman. When we say God’s Word is true, we don’t suggest Jonah’s big fish is a metaphor and didn’t actually happen. Steve Hann said, “God’s claim of absolute truth is so essential that man’s ideas should never intrude upon it.”<br /><br />It’s easy in our desire to stand for truth to respond self-righteously – a prideful “better-than-you.” Paul called self-righteousness filthy rags. We must teach our children to stand for truth with humility and kindness. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /><br />Along with teaching absolute truths, should be the demonstration of joy in living those truths. Obedience to God and His Word is not a drudgery to be endured, but a privilege to be lived. Thomas Watson said, "The apostles went away rejoicing that they were counted worthy to suffer shame for the name of Christ, that they were graced so far as to be disgraced for the name of Christ!" Read your children stories of the persecuted church. As a family, give up soda for a month or a planned trip and donate the money to Voice of the Martyrs or another ministry that serves Christians being persecuted for their faith. Teach them Hebrews 13:3: <i>Remember those in prison, as if you were there yourself. Remember also those being mistreated, as if you felt their pain in your own bodies</i>.<br /><br />Our children may not face John Rogers’ fate in 2017, but they need to be prepared with a knowledge of absolutes, and a heart so in love with God that they will stand for Truth without fear of consequences. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">His name was Nehemiah, and he was King Artaxerxes’ cupbearer, daily checking the king’s wine for poison. Nehemiah is lauded as the hero for organizing and overseeing the rebuilding of the walls of Jerusalem. But I would like to suggest that there is another hero in this story -- King Artaxerxes. If you were the king, do you think you would notice the man who brought your wine to you each day? </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> And then the King – my King of Kings -- goes beyond my requests. “The road to rebuilding lives is long and discouraging,” He says. “The path you walk will be narrow and difficult. </span>I will send the Holy Spirit with you to keep you safe from the enemies of despair. I will pour grace, joy, and truth into you as needed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I've watched her often, adding that last small touch to what she's doing. The ribbon around a bouquet of flowers from her garden, the fresh pansy on a piece of cheesecake, fresh chocolate chip muffins added to the church welcome bag. The table is set with care, but at the last minute, a tiny sprig of flowers is tucked in the napkin ring. Mother Teresa called it doing "small things with great love." I call it "my sister's attention to detail."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Our Heavenly Father is the greatest example of attention to detail. At the same time listening to prayers of Christians in China, the United States and Africa, He's orchestrating answers to prayers of hundreds of others. He keeps track of the number of hairs on our head and dispatches the guardian angel squad. Yet what else does He do? He sees the <a href="http://ourshelteringtree.blogspot.com/2010/11/sheltering-with-hope.html" target="_blank">tiny sparrow</a> that falls to the ground.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">While <a href="http://pamelajkuhn.blogspot.com/2016/08/pamelas-daybook-august-15.html" target="_blank">Melodie </a>is lighting tea lights in china cups and tucking a nest into another, God is bringing "just the right verse" to mind for my present need. When Melodie is tucking a new pair of socks and a matching candy bar into a basket for an overnight guest, God is sending a grandson to make me laugh. When Melodie is folding her toilet tissue into a V, God is prompting someone to send me an <a href="http://www.shoregirlscreations.com/2017/02/diy-buttons.html" target="_blank">encouraging card</a>. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Attention to detail -- that small loving touch. Melodie has the gift of attention. So often God uses her for the small touches because she does them with great love -- just like her (and my) Heavenly Father.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Come," he calls. "Come sit with me."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Come," I call, "Come sit with me."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">God always comes. This One who created the rivers and sun and elephants and bugs. He's the great "I Am." He's the lover of my soul. He's my rock. He's my Shepherd. He listens, guides and feeds my soul. With gentleness, He disciplines. With tenderness, He calms. With kindness, He leads to rest. And when I praise, God sits, and His presence is all I need.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />O</span><span style="font-size: large; text-indent: 36pt;">ne tablet scrap had Ethan’s (my oldest grandson) name at the top. It said: </span><i style="text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-size: large;">You stuck a candle in the dirt, sang Happy Birthday, then told Auntie, “Cake.” Auntie, afraid you would eat the dirt said, “Dirt.” You agreed, “Dirt cake."</span></i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><br />I thought of the times God told </span><span style="font-size: large; text-indent: 36pt;">me something was dirt, yet I insisted it was cake. The friendships I wanted, the perfections I pursued, the earthly acclaim, the grass on the other side of the fence.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /><br />E</span><span style="font-size: large; text-indent: 36pt;">ach time I ate my dirt cake, the words of the Psalmist were reflected in my own heart. </span><span style="text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>So he gave them their demands but sent them leanness in their souls</i></span></span><span style="font-size: large; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="text-indent: 36pt;"> (Psalm 106:5). The friendship turned toxic, the sought after perfections made me lose sight of the goal, the earthly acclaim was soon over, and the green grass withered and died. My soul didn’t flourish, truth died, and God seemed far aw</span></span><span style="font-size: large;">ay.<br /><br />In my lean times, I have found there’s only one way to soul </span><span style="font-size: large; text-indent: 36pt;">nutrition. It’s changing your diet. Leave the dirt behind and ask God to forgive you. Then delve deep into the Word of God. This God-breathed Scripture will kill your desire for dirt cakes. We can say, </span><span style="text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Your words are what sustain me; they are food to my hungry soul. They bring joy to my sorrowing heart and delight me </i></span></span><span style="font-size: large; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="text-indent: 36pt;">(Jeremiah 15:16).</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> <b> 3. Scripture Color: </b>Become a part of the color epidemic. Choose a book with Scripture as its base like <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Word-Color-Hardcover-Biblical-Inspiration/dp/1432115634/ref=pd_sbs_14_15?_encoding=UTF8&pd_rd_i=1432115634&pd_rd_r=J3AR034C1N78H4TSTY5H&pd_rd_w=B7emb&pd_rd_wg=oZgXY&psc=1&refRID=J3AR034C1N78H4TSTY5H"><i>The Word in Color</i></a><i> </i>by Christian Art Publishers. The calming effect of coloring will push the truth of Scripture into your mind and heart. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> <br />Instruments of time have filled a part of my heart for as long as I can remember. They were mixed in with Friday night town trips as much as my daddy’s bag of bridge mix and the aroma of the city library. It was walking into the jewelry store and seeing my watch maker Papa Gromley, magnifying glass attached to his eye glasses, bent over a watch, working on the intricate pieces -- restoring time. Papa and Grammy’s home held the cuckoos and chimes of the many clocks he was working on, as well as bottom desk drawer full of rejected clocks for me to play with.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /><br />Time was the chime clock my mother bought at Aleene Rank’s estate sale, in its place on top of the china closet. The porcelain statue of an aging woman beside it, green ivy intertwining them both. <br /><br />Time that marked my love and engagement to RB, the metal bows we duplicated on our wedding cake. Forty-one years with its hour hand circling the face twice a day – marking births and subsequent birthdays, graduations, weddings, deaths, and the daily-ness of our lives.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Time that brought a smile to my daughters’ faces when they found wrist watches in Christmas stockings and Easter Baskets. Mickey Mouse hands keeping time and watch bands to match each outfit. Watches that marked their engagements, the circling beginning for them.<br /><br />And time continued with the beautiful Windsor clock gifted to my father. Mother’s gift of trusting God to give Daddy more time when a medical diagnosis threatened to shorten his life. It’s still chiming along with divine healing and the steady beating of his heart. <br /><br />God inspired Solomon’s thoughts on time – reminding us there is time for the activities that fill our days. Writing, loving, eating and conversation. Cleaning, reading, laundry and playing. Time for husband, children, grandchildren and friends.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This year I’ll use my time not only for what I want to accomplish, but also to find time for playing – something that’s hard for me to do. I’ll use time to connect with friends and spend time digging deeper into God’s Word. I’ll take time to bend the knees of my heart to talk with God. I’ll schedule more time to show love to RB and our family. I’ll invest time to be kinder, show more gratitude, and reach out to more people. God gave me this word as a reminder to live this year “in the moment” – to focus -- instead of multitasking to get more accomplished. <br /><br />The time of 2016 flew, and I refuse to let Satan steal a single one of my 525, 600 moments in 2017.</span></div>
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Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14577919062812348914noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5198379419907919214.post-52020484555080147852016-12-03T11:01:00.000-08:002016-12-03T07:10:12.594-08:00A Christmas Birthday<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">It was a long eight years. Years of hoping, yearning and many times crying over my desire to be a mother. And then, just when I was least expecting it, I was -- well, expecting! Oh, the anticipation and planning. Our child! I had come to believe in my heart of hearts it would never be.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Melanie Lynn was born on the thirteenth of December. Holding her in my arms felt so right. This tiny baby with a head of black hair and brilliant blue eyes captured my heart. What fun it was to dress her in beautifully smocked dresses and tiny patent shoes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It wasn't</span> <span style="font-size: large;">long until her navy Stride Rite shoes were skipping off to school. Where did the years go? Somewhere between navy plaid jumpers and roller blades my little girl traded her jumper for a skirt and became a teenager. Oh, how I loved her teenage years! In the midst of a big move and new school for her senior year, Melanie's navy plaid turned into green plaid and...she fell in love. Suddenly the familiar plaid was traded for a gown of white and my hands-on mothering was completed -- talk about a tough transition!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It's been such a joy to watch Melanie evolve into a beautiful woman of God. She chose to be a stay-at-home mother to three growing knights and one sweet princess. Her home is organized and decorated with care. She shelters family and friends through entertaining and sweet gifts baked in her kitchen, tucked into mailboxes at church or shared with neighbors and Shawn's employees. Melanie uses her gift of music to play her violin in the orchestra, enhance her children's love of music by consistent practice of piano, trumpet and saxophone, and exposure to assorted genres -- singing in a formal community choir, entering a junior competition for voice and instruments, and encouraging them to audition to act and sing in a Christmas production. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Did I happen to mention the joy this daughter of mine brings to me? This month as I celebrate this gift of my first-born, I will be thanking my Heavenly Father for Melanie. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Another mother birthed a baby this month -- a Baby she wrapped in swaddling clothes and cradled in her arms. It wasn't long until Mary's baby was using His tiny broom to sweep up the wood chips in His father's carpenter shop.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Then Jesus' bare feet were clothed in leather sandals and His broom was traded for a walking stick. He turned water into wine and His hands touched blind eyes and made them see. He fed crowds of people with the simple meal of fish and bread while His teachings fed their hearts.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This Jesus traded His walking stick for a crown of thorns. His body hung on a cross as the veil of the temple was torn in two. Because of this, the sins of the world -- MY sins can be forgiven.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Did I happen to mention the joy this Jesus of mine brings to me? This month as I celebrate His gift, I will be thanking my Heavenly Father for the Son He gave so freely -- the Son who has forgiven my sins, and sits at the right hand of the Father interceding for me!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This birth of Christ is so much more than an historic moment; it is the promise of joy! A joy that sparkles in my heart more brightly than the 600 lights on the nativity tree in my living room, the festive motion lights inside the gingerbread train in the kitchen, or the glow of all seven lighted wreaths hanging outside. Its radiance goes beyond the angel chorus announcing Jesus' birth. The prisms overflow with the light of a thousand colors, I know my Melanie came to be my child just as assuredly as I know the Christ Child came to be my Savior. </span><br />
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Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14577919062812348914noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5198379419907919214.post-41347249335969033132016-08-06T19:37:00.001-07:002016-08-09T21:01:01.361-07:00Kindness in My Backpack<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Elementary school kids pack and
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ruler, markers…everything on the list the school provided. But there’s one
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<span style="font-size: large;">This is a good time for you to
review kindness with your children. While much emphasis is placed on RAK –
random acts of kindness – it’s important to teach consistent and intentional
kindness. Name calling, taunting and ridicule should never cross your child’s
lips. I’ve found the best way to teach your children kindness is in using, “Treat
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<span style="font-size: large;">Teach the verse to your child, and
help them live it. Say, “I would want you to help me make my bed, so I’ll help
you.” “I would want you to forgive me, so I’ll forgive you.” If siblings are
bickering, ask them the question, “What would you want your brother to do to
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<li><span style="font-size: large;">How would you feel if you didn’t know where
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<li><span style="font-size: large;">How would you feel if you dropped a pile of
papers and nobody helped you pick them up?</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-size: large;">How would you feel if someone made fun of
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<li><span style="font-size: large;">How would you feel if someone made fun of
the way you dressed?</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">How would you feel if someone made fun of
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<li><span style="font-size: large;">How would you feel if nobody liked your
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<li><span style="font-size: large;">How would you feel if nobody high-fived you
for getting a good grade?</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">How would you feel if someone got mad
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<li><span style="font-size: large;">How would you feel if your daddy lost his
job?</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">How would you feel if you had to move and
go to a new school?</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">How would you feel if you made a poor
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<li><span style="font-size: large;">How would you feel if you were always
picked last in a game?</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">How would you feel if you didn’t have
someone to eat lunch with?</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-size: large;">How would you feel if you were the only one
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<span style="font-size: large;">Read “Fill a Bucket” by Carol McCloud. <a href="http://ourshelteringtree.blogspot.com/2010/11/sheltering-through-kindness.html">My
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Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14577919062812348914noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5198379419907919214.post-71969319983169177442016-08-01T07:56:00.000-07:002016-08-01T15:51:54.637-07:00Growing in Grace -- To Offer Grace<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">There it stood. N</span><span style="font-size: large;">ot in a flower bed, but i</span><span style="font-size: large;">n the middle of a dirt pile. Straight and tall with all its golden sunshine splendor. Bringing beauty to the ugly. Growing in the midst of nothing but dirt.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Until, of course, you remember God used the dirt to create man. Man who could walk with Him in the cool of the day. Man who was made in the likeness of God Himself. Man given the choice of right or wrong. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sometimes I feel like the lone tulip in a dirt pile. Oh, not beautiful in the physical sense. But beautiful through the blood of the Sacrificial Lamb. Beautiful because of grace. Beauty claimed daily in my walk of faith.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But still, the dirt. In the midst of standing I see those who live and work and play. Those who haven't chosen, although not choosing is really choosing the wrong. I see them out my window delivering packages. I see them at the grandboys' games. They pack my groceries and lean out their window to hand me drinks in foam cups. They fill my prescriptions and put gas in my car. Men and women packed in the dirt of life. People who need grace.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I look around me and see the evilness of Satan. See him stepping on dirt, surrounding me in a victory dance of sorts. But I stand straight and tall with all my SONshine beauty. Growing in the midst of nothing but dirt. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I was first planted as Pamela, but replanted as Daughter of the Son. Sent to a world longing to flower but trapped in the dirt. "I find myself standing where I always hoped I might stand—out in the wide open spaces of God’s grace and glory, standing tall and shouting my praise" (Romans 5:2). </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Our teens a facing a different world from the one their parents lived. Teen suicide, cyberbullying, easy access internet porn, a violent culture which has their peers going on shooting sprees, and addictive video games. Add to that depressive disorders (11% of teens affected), and drug and alcohol use. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When Emily was a preteen we vacationed in Colorado. She grew up on Whit's End Corner, and was excited to see what she had spent hours listening to. During our tour at Focus on the Family, a man asked if he could interview her for an upcoming article. One of the questions was, "When was the last time you had alcohol?" When Emily said she had never had any, he grinned and said, "Forget that your parents are sitting here, and answer the question." He could not believe a child her age had never tried alcohol. She did get a great "behind the scenes" tour of the Odyssey broadcast rooms, but I'm not sure he ever believed her.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>1. Monitor Friendships:</b> We wanted our daughters to be friendly with all, yet their soul friends should love God, too. We encouraged friendships with parents who had our values. That way we didn't need to worry when they were together. Encourage your children to pray for good friends. Emily's best friend prayed that God would send her a friend. From the first time they met, a friendship was born that continues to this day. I never had to worry when they were together. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>5. Model the joy of service: </b>Whatever we were doing, our children were involved. They took part in our ministries, learning to encourage others. Instead of taking part in bullying, they will find ways to encourage fellow students, even in spite of social standing or the cliques they are or are not a part of.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>6. Be the parent:</b> You often have to do the hard thing and set boundaries, say no, and punish misbehavior. Know where they are, what they are doing, and who they are with. Our girls didn't "cruise the downtown square," or roam the mall without supervision. Everybody may be doing it, but we're not. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>7. Encourage each other's teens:</b> Do you know of a teen who is struggling? Reach out with a note, small gift, a gift card to Starbucks or iTunes. Praise their talents, attend their games, recitals, and school dramas. I was so blessed with my girls to have others who encouraged them. Mom can brag on them, but "you say that because you're my mom." However, when someone else brags on them, the words seem to hold more validity. Pray consistently consistently for them, too. I always knew Eleanor was praying for Emily as much as I prayed for her girls. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I wasn't the perfect mother. I've yet to see a mother who is. Yet God honors our efforts. And when the enemy pulls our children the wrong way, intercede in prayer, and fill them up with love. It's natural to want to show a constant disapproval, but model God's love for us, "In that when were were still sinners, Christ died for us." </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Make 2016-2017 a good school year for your teens. And if your children are grown, pick one to encourage. You'll be surprised what a blessing these teens will be to you.</span><br />
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Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14577919062812348914noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5198379419907919214.post-82956753975649871842016-07-20T08:26:00.000-07:002016-07-22T20:21:46.158-07:00Let's Give Some Love to our Police Officers<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">On the darkest day of my life, August 7, 1987, our daughter was lifted out of her crib by angels and taken to the arms of Jesus. Amidst firetrucks and police cruisers, one policeman took the time to kneel on the pavement, and pray with RB and me. I don't remember the words, but remember the comfort they brought.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Several times in the next few months this kind policeman would leave pictures (pencil drawings) for Melanie and notes for RB and me on our car windshield. It was "beyond expectation" behavior, and oh-so-appreciated by the three of us. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Beyond expectation" behavior like Don's is repeated over and over throughout the United States. Why do we let the media and anti-cop groups take that truth from us?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Not only do our police officers sacrifice each day, sometimes with their very lives, but their spouses, mothers, and children sacrifice each day their loved one leaves the house, shiny badge pinned, and their gun strapped to their side. They know this police officer they love will be in danger. They sigh with relief when they walk back through the door -- safe at home. And if they don't have that opportunity, they grieve the loss of love and life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But what's more tragic is the treatment the police officers bear. I say it's time for us to take action. It's time we stood up for the men and women in blue. With every negative we hear, let's proclaim a positive. Let's write letters to our newspaper, praising their efforts. Let's give to the Fallen Trooper's fund. Let's write notes and leave them on their windshields. When we see a police officer dining, pay for their meal. And when we meet a police officer's child, let's shake their hand and thank them for the sacrifice they make so their dad or mom can keep your children safe. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Our Shelter: Postmarked Group is committed to mailing some encouragement to those police officers we know. And we will be using our address lists to pray safety over our men and women in blue. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Will you join us? I will be happy to share our list with those of you I know personally and will keep the addresses private. Freely giving them to people I don't know is a risk I don't want to take for these civil servants. I'll be adding a small note to those who have spouses -- they sacrifice, too. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I want to remember our men and women in blue, because someday I may need a hero -- and you may, too.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I suggest contacting your local police department before preparing a gift. There may be regulations such as pre-wrapped, etc. </span><br />
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Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14577919062812348914noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5198379419907919214.post-34835160013357560922016-07-10T18:27:00.001-07:002016-08-30T14:34:38.838-07:00Shelter Yourself: Practicing Self-care<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /><i>Self-care is never a selfish act – it is simply good stewardship of the only gift I have, the gift I was put on earth to offer to others. </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Self-care – what we all need, but often it’s the last on our list to be accomplished; the one item not crossed off at the end of the day. We sang as a child, “Jesus and Others and You. What a wonderful way to spell JOY.” We belted out that last sentence, “Put yourself last and spell joy.” The children’s song was meant to explain the importance of putting God first in our lives, and the unselfishness of putting others before ourselves. However, with that imprinted on our hearts, we often forget the spirit of the song and make it the law of our lives. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />My sister-in-law, Marsha, is the greatest nurturer of all time. She taught me the delight of preparing my environment. It’s my favorite self-care practice. Plumped throw pillows, a neatly folded soft throw, a cleared space, a goblet of tea, and a lit candle – and my body and soul begin to relax. Add a Bible, journal or book and the quiet evening is perfect. (Chocolate gives bonus points!) <br /><br />The disciple John knew the importance of self-care. He affirmed our need to be well in body and soul when he wrote, <i>Beloved, I pray that all may go well with you and that you may be in good health, as it goes well with your soul </i>(3 John 1:2).<br /><br />Here are five places to prepare your environment:<br /><b><br />1. Prepare your environment at your reading chair:</b> Do you have an over-stuffed chair where you can curl up and read? Move a table close so your drink is near. Light a candle or diffuse lavender oil. Add a favorite framed photograph to the table.<br /><br /><b>2. Prepare your environment under the sun:</b> Sunshine's Vitamin D is important to our body. Float frozen berries in your water, and go outside to God’s environment. He’s already prepared it. Watch the birds and squirrels. Enjoy the flowers and green grass. Turn your face to the sun and talk to the Father through the SON, Jesus.<br /><br /><b>3. Prepare your environment in your bedroom: </b> Fill a vase with a bouquet of fresh flowers for your nightstand. Prop up on pillows, and cover yourself with a comforter. Line up your colored pencils or markers, and color or draw Scripture art. Write in your gratitude journal. Lean your head back and take a nap.<br /><br /><b>4. Prepare your environment in your War Room:</b> Where do you talk to God? Sometimes when our body and soul need care, we can find both at the feet of Jesus. Add your prayer journal and a box of tissues. Sing along with worship music. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">2. <a href="http://trostabox.com/" style="text-indent: -18pt;">trösta box:</a><span style="text-indent: -18pt;"> trösta box is a monthly
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<span style="font-size: large;"> 3. <a href="http://theselfcarebox.com/">The Bloom Beautifully Box:</a> Each self-care
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Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14577919062812348914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5198379419907919214.post-2527721051838309342016-06-25T18:22:00.005-07:002016-06-25T18:28:02.681-07:00Sheltering the Elderly (And include your children)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">A large percentage of our <a href="http://pamelajkuhn.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Shelter: Postmarked</a> mail goes to the elderly -- often to retired pastors and pastor's wives who feel like they are not doing (or did) anything for God. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">One elderly lady I knew loved Wendy's Frosties. Her pastor's wife would pick her up, and take her to get a Frosty. It wasn't a big trip, but gave her a breath of fresh air and new surroundings. Drive them past some gardens or, in the winter, tour the neighborhood to view the Christmas lights. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I met my daddy on September 16th, too many years ago. I didn't know how special he was, although it didn't take long before I made him my own favorite hero. They say the best thing a daddy can do for his children is to love their mother. Anyone who knows him, knows he passed that one with flying colors. He has a giving heart, and he cares deeply when someone is hurting. His integrity is beyond reproach. He not only loves his children and grandchildren, but their spouses, too. He loves it when all of us are together. His great-grandchildren delight him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Everyone said I'd never find a husband, because I would never love anyone as much as I loved my daddy. Well, they were wrong! Although it really did take a special man. He was the best choice for me to love, but also the best choice for a daddy, too. He was patient and loving -- so proud of his girls. He loved the girls when they were young -- even when people thought he was Emily's grandfather. But he is still interested and involved in their lives.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Then another man joined our family. The one that Melanie says reminds her of Granddad. Shawn is an amazing father to his four children. He puts his family first. He's teaching them the importance of hard work, love for God's Word, and the joy of giving back. </span><br />
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<a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5IHwM9PN5Xo/V2XmDDM6siI/AAAAAAAAGe4/p9kdBvlh5DIqtPeQ36NxjEfmXBz2vFsJACLcB/s1600/Jonathon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5IHwM9PN5Xo/V2XmDDM6siI/AAAAAAAAGe4/p9kdBvlh5DIqtPeQ36NxjEfmXBz2vFsJACLcB/s320/Jonathon.jpg" width="225" /></a><span style="font-size: large;">Most men have time to get used to the fact they will become a father. The last man in our family became a father overnight when, along with Emily, they decided to take an 8-year-old into their home four days a week -- four days that quickly turned into full time. Jonathon is determined to pour as much love and God as he can in the time they have Emma. She's learning things that will last a lifetime.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">These are the four men in our family. I'm blessed. Billy Graham said, "A father is one of the most unpraised, unsung, unnoticed, and yet the most valuable asset of our society." Today I'm noticing the fathers in my life. And thanking God for all four of them. </span><br />
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Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14577919062812348914noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5198379419907919214.post-11928242308569005292016-06-11T10:21:00.000-07:002016-06-17T12:37:54.899-07:00Encourage Mothers of a Child with Autism<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /><br />At a recent recital, a boy with autism sat in front of us. He would reach back and pat my leg, then the leg of my husband. His mother would ask him to turn around and he would – then it would be too much for him and he’d reach back again. It wasn’t bothering us, but I’m sure his mother was worried it would. I’ve been thinking of it since then and wonder what we are doing to encourage these mothers who never get a moment to relax. <br /><br />1 in 88 children are born with autism. We often overlook the mothers of children who have autism. Every child diagnosed with autism is affected differently. But their mothers are all the same – working hard to be their advocate and to help their child live the best life they can. Too often our words can make them feel like an unfit mother – as though the diagnosis is somehow caused by inferior mothering. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Here are some ways you can encourage these mothers:</span><br /><b><br />1. “Love me, love my child” isn’t just a saying. </b><br /><br />Loving a child with autism encourages their mother. Most children with autism have something they obsess over. In “The Eagle Tree” by Ned Hayes, March loved trees – most of all, climbing them. A book about trees, leaves, or a tree wall art would make mother and child smile. Take time to interact with the child over his obsession. <br /><b><br />2. Celebrate their child</b><br /><br />A few weeks ago a sweet girl was celebrating her 18th birthday party. Unable to deal with a traditional party, her mother planned a mail celebration to cater to her love of mail. Her suggestion for gifts was a $5.00 McDonald’s gift card or $5.00 so she could shop at Dollar Tree, where knows exactly what she wants to purchase every time. Michelle (Mom) was overjoyed when 84 cards showed up. She gathered them as they came in and put them all in the mailbox on her birthday. The joy on this sweet girl’s face when she saw that much mail was priceless. <br /><br /><b>3. See the positives</b><br />Love these little ones for who they are, instead of judging them for who they aren’t. Some people see the child’s arm flapping and never stop to understand his action is an expression of his joy. They see the fidgeting and fail to see their beautiful smile. They see the intense obsession, yet don’t stop to listen to the statistics they have committed to memory. Stop seeing the negatives and rejoice in the uniqueness of the child. Verbalize by saying, “He’s so good at…” <br /><br /><b>4. Educate your children and plan dates</b><br /><br />By educating your children about autism, you are giving them the chance to understand, and in understanding, know how to approach with an offer of friendship. When your children understand why a child with autism flaps, fidgets or is obsessed with one subject, they can become inclusive. Invite them over for play dates, have the family over for supper, plan outings with them. A grocery story is a nightmare for children with autism. Ask your friend to leave their child with you while they grocery shop. Divorce rates in families with autism is 80%. Give the parents a date night. Once you and your children understand the variables, offer child care for a few hours or overnight. You may lose one night of sleep, but your friend can sleep through the night. <br /><br /><b>5. Bring caffeine and chocolate</b><br /><br />Some days are harder than others. Their child may be up roaming in the night. Show up at their door with a coffee shop drink. Find out their child’s favorite snack. Don’t forget the siblings. Parents, by necessity, need to give more attention to their child with autism. Make sure you make their siblings feel special, too. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />Does God equip these mothers-of-children-with-autism? Definitely. But, you may be the one He wants to use to encourage them. They need someone who accepts and encourages, someone who shows up at the door with their favorite drink. Someone who is willing to clean the bathroom or sit on the couch and listen. Perhaps they need you to worship with them, read Scripture, and sing songs of praise, just to help them rest in the arms of Jesus a while. They also need someone who will chatter about the important to them, make them laugh, and discuss new fashion trends. Sometimes they just need distracted. <br /><br />A child with autism is so much more than their diagnosis. They can be silly, curious, caring, focused, intelligent, strong, loving, and, like your child, very different from each other. Get to know them, and you will be sheltering a child. Love them, and you will be sheltering your friend. Try it, and you’ll find out who receives the biggest blessing of all.</span><br />
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Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14577919062812348914noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5198379419907919214.post-59256765720875689062016-06-04T15:52:00.002-07:002016-06-06T05:42:36.601-07:00Sheltering Child Victims of Pornography <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">400 counts. 400! That's how many the mother of a sweet four-year-old was guilty of -- how many pictures she sent of her own little girl. She is going away for a long, long, time. But while that keeps this woman from hurting her daughter further, this little girl will have memories that will haunt her throughout her life. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>2. Donate to the Innocent Justice Foundation:</b> Nearly 625,000 child pornography traders have been identified nationwide; however, only 61 Internet Crimes Against Children task forces have been allocated minimal funding to take them off the streets. That means that there are close to 11,000 offenders per team. Most ICAC teams can arrest 50-100 perpetrators per year. Arresting all of these child molesters they currently have located would take them 100-200 years. We need your help to get them the tools they need to do their jobs and the local, state and federal funding to make our neighborhoods safe again for our children. (innocentjustice.org)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My goal in writing this post is not to sensationalize this sinful crime. It's bringing awareness, and offering a few ways we can shelter these innocent children. Sheltering isn't always fun. When we shelter, we are called to bear burdens, enter the pain and nightmares of voiceless victims. Ask our Heavenly Father to help you answer the call of "Who will go?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>A mother is someone who loves her kids even when they are driving her crazy</i>. That definition is one all mothers will agree to. We love the idea of being a mother. We look at our sleeping toddlers and our hearts swell with love. We cheer over successful potty times. We are thrilled with those first wobbly steps. But if we were were all honest, we would admit to days when it isn't all heart-swelling-love.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">One baby spoon of carrots can spray a long way. A felt pen won't always wash off a wall. Toothbrushes and hair clips do not flush. You won't remember the last thing you needed at Walmart until you reach for a diaper and realize the box is empty. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Mothering -- how I loved it! I had a wonderful support system when my children were little. And with nine years between daughters, it was easy. But when I see mothers in the mall -- one crying child in a stroller, little stair-step boys yanking on their momma on each side -- I realize just how much encouragement our young mothers need. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Have you ever heard, "There's a card for that?" There is, I'm sure. But a simple note card can shelter a young mother just as much as a $4.00 card. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>1. Write a Scripture Blessing:</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">May the LORD make (Emily) increase, both (her) and (her) children. May (she) be blessed by the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth. Psalm 115:44-15</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Blessed is (Melanie) who has believed the Lord would fulfill his promises to her. Luke 1:45</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />May the Lord bless and protect (Katie); may the Lord’s face radiate with joy because of (her); may He be gracious to (her), show (her) his favor, and give (her) his peace.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">You're doing a good job mothering your boys.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">{24/7} You're handling that mothering shift well.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sometimes even a Momma needs a hug. {hug}</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Someday your children will "rise up and call you blessed."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">God chose you to be this child's momma -- He knows you are the best mother for her. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Lord, envelop this precious momma in your arms -- give rest, peace and joy, expand her heart with love and patience when days go awry. </span><span style="font-size: large;">Assure her of your loving forgiveness when she is disappointed with her impatient responses. </span><span style="font-size: large;">Give her your heart to know how to train her child to know, love, and live for you. Amen.</span><br />
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<li><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lifegiving-Home-Creating-Belonging-Becoming/dp/1496403371/ref=pd_bxgy_14_img_2?ie=UTF8&refRID=0WZGGNNSDT1HPK23AGK9" style="font-size: x-large;" target="_blank">The Life-Giving Home</a><span style="font-size: large;">: Creating a Place of Becoming and Belonging</span></li>
<li><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Desperate-Hope-Mom-Needs-Breathe/dp/1400204666/ref=pd_sim_14_10?ie=UTF8&dpID=41qCbGQbKdL&dpSrc=sims&preST=_AC_UL160_SR105%2C160_&refRID=0ESJGF824R55S69453AN" style="font-size: x-large;" target="_blank">Desperate: </a><span style="font-size: large;">Hope for the Mom Who Needs to Breathe</span></li>
<li><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Pressing-Pause-Quiet-Moments-Jesus/dp/0310357799/ref=pd_sim_14_19?ie=UTF8&dpID=51uqdhkChpL&dpSrc=sims&preST=_AC_UL160_SR121%2C160_&refRID=1FEK1NTSSESSYE2Y4J2H" style="font-size: x-large;" target="_blank">Pressing Pause: </a><span style="font-size: large;">Hundred Quiet Moments for Moms to Meet with Jesus</span></li>
<li><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Pressing-Pause-Quiet-Moments-Jesus/dp/0310357799/ref=pd_sim_14_19?ie=UTF8&dpID=51uqdhkChpL&dpSrc=sims&preST=_AC_UL160_SR121%2C160_&refRID=1FEK1NTSSESSYE2Y4J2H" style="font-size: x-large;" target="_blank">Hope Unfolding: </a><span style="font-size: large;">Grace-filled Truth for the Momma's Heart</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-size: large;">Coffee Shop</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-size: large;">2 hours of cleaning (I wouldn't be comfortable with this, so make sure it's okay before you show up!)</span></li>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have a board on my Shelter: Postmarked "<a href="http://soap%20%26%20sunshine%20apothecary/" target="_blank">Gift Ideas for Young Mothers.</a>" From creative packaging for cookies to larger gift baskets, each idea can be personalized for the mother God has laid on your heart. Often in our eagerness, we want to choose who we think needs our encouragement. I've found down through the years that, for successful encouragement, I need to ask God who HE wants me to encourage. Often I'm surprised, and through my greatest surprises -- the ones I think, "Really, Lord?" -- I can so clearly see the hand of God.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Don't be overwhelmed with the size of what you can do. I've seen God's blessing on the smallest gestures when done with a loving heart. Jesus, like the loaves and fishes He multiplied, will multiply your gifts of the heart.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I see them on Facebook, meet them in the words of their blogs, watch them in the middle of the grocery store, and even encounter them sitting in a pew at church. Their heart is breaking under the load they have to carry.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">They just found out their husband is involved in pornography. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Their wife is having an affair with one of your friends.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Their bills are larger than their paycheck.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Their child is was caught shoplifting.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Their baby died in an accident involving a drunk driver.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Their daughter has an eating disorder.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Their father is fighting cancer.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Their grandson is in jail for a crime he didn't commit -- or one he did.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Heartbreak -- we encounter it everyday. We walk beside it in the mall, drive beside it, worship with it, exercise beside it at the gym. What's our response to the souls whose heart beats cataclysmic grief? Do we have anything to give when the tapes of their head play a tune of failure over and over? What would it take to give new hope to those whose dreams lay in a puddle at their feet? </span><br />
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<span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">See what kind of love the Father has given to us, that we should be called children of God (</span><span style="font-size: large;">1 John 3:1). </span><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10px;"> </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest (Matthew 11:28).</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The LORD gives strength to his people; the LORD blesses his people with peace (Psalm 29:11).</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Our God who gives hope.</b></span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">For I know the plans I have for you, declares the LORD, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope (</span><span style="font-size: large;">Jeremiah 29:11).</span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The Lord thy God in the midst of thee is mighty; he will save, he will rejoice over thee with joy; he will rest in his love, he will joy over thee with singing (Zephaniah 3:17).</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">All of us have had friends in our lives who are depressed. Sometimes they admit it, but too often they try to hide their depression behind a masked smile. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Those who have never struggled with depression find it easy to flippantly tell them to think positive thoughts. They have never experienced the dark hole, a place where light wouldn't dare to penetrate. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Here are five ways to help a friend experiencing depression:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">1. Acknowledge their depression.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Don't try to ignore the obvious, or pretend it's something else. Urge them to see a professional to get help. Gently ask if they would like you to make an appointment for them. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">2. Don't try to "figure it out."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Yes, their childhood might have been dysfunctional. Yes, they may live with a demanding husband. Yes, they may have three kids under the age of four. Any of these could contribute to their depression, but often it can be a hormonal imbalance or any number of physical or emotional traumas. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">3. Reach out to them.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Often depression comes with self worth issues. They think they aren't worthy to be considered. Use, "I'm so happy you're my friend." "Let's go get a coffee." "I have some free time. Can I come over and work on your laundry?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">4. Give hugs freely.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Studies show that a sincere hug that lasts longer than 20 seconds can release feel-good chemicals in the brain and elevate the mood of the giver and receiver.</span><div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">5. Brighten their environment. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Move a cozy chair by a window. Drape a <a href="http://www.overstock.com/Bedding-Bath/Sandra-Two-Tone-Jacquard-Scroll-Throw/10772006/product.html?refccid=IP3BDG6JNWI2GXCORUN3DD4CDU&searchidx=146" target="_blank">soft throw</a> over the arm of the chair. Place a vase of fresh flowers and a lightly-scented candle on a stand nearby. Fill a basket with a journal and colored pens, light reading material, and a Bible. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">There will be days when you feel like you aren't helping, and others when you feel like your friend is regressing. Keep loving, keep praying, and keep making contact. Remember, "The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit” (Psalm 34:18).</span></div>
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