I just finished Because She Can by Bridie Clark. It was a cute book, but very predictable. I would compare it to The Devil Wears Prada only without the fashion references, which I really enjoyed. Skip it unless you enjoy learning about the publishing industry, which I do. There was bad language-it seems that is just par for the course these days. Now I am reading The Kite Runner, by Khaled Hosseini. I read his other book A Thousand Splendid Suns, and I loved it. It was beautifully written, and I learned a great deal about Afghanistan before 9-11 and the Muslim religion-scary stuff, I might add.
I have a big stack waiting for me including some Karen Kingsbury. Let me know what you are reading. Just click on the comment link and follow directions-it’s easy!
Monday, June 30, 2008
Soldier Boy by Donna (Ensign) Woods
My little boy went off to war,
He’d never been so far away before.
He loved to be a soldier in play,
Creating new war games every day.
The hayloft was his military base,
And the barnyard was the battle place.
The enemy was an old milk cow or two,
For an army tank...a rusty plow would do.
Grenades were potatoes he’d sneak from the bin,
At the end of each war…. he’d always win!!
His helmet was an old mixing bowl,
And his field ration was a biscuit or roll.
….Please dear Lord, protect my soldier boy.
His weapon is no longer a wooden toy.
Help him win this thing called war,
And return him safely to the old barn door.
My Chains are Gone by Susan Shull
We sing a song at church that brings tears to my eyes every time. The chorus goes like this…….
“My chains are gone.
I’ve been set free.
My God, my Savior has ransomed me.
And like a flood, his mercy rains,
unending love, amazing grace.”
Besides the obvious reasons, I think this song touches me so profoundly because I have struggled so with the balance of do’s and don’ts of the Christian life. When Brad and I first got married, we knew we wanted to make church a huge part of our lives. We both loved the Lord, so that wasn’t a problem. The problem was….where do we worship? We tried different congregations in Charleston, Mattoon, and in Ohio when we lived there. I was totally happy in some of them. Brad wasn’t. He was happy. I wasn’t. We argued more about this issue than about anything else. (Wasn't that the “Christian” thing to do? Ha!) A lot of the difficulty boiled down to a congregation’s philosophy of freedom as a Christian. Do we have any, or are we to follow a prescribed lists of “thou shalls” and “shall nots”? Did being a Christian mean we had to be weirdos, or just different from the world? We truly wanted to do the right thing, to be in God’s will. But what was it?
We finally decided to quit listening to well-meaning people around us and go to the source. We had to make our faith our own and do what we felt the Bible was teaching us and not follow the words of men. The great legalists of the Bible, the Pharisees, thought they had all the answers for every man, but Jesus set them straight, didn’t he?
I personally began to study the book of Galatians where I began to discover that true freedom can come only through Christ. I truly started to accept the idea that living one’s life for God gives us our freedom. It doesn’t take it away from us. Brad did his own studying and God eventually led us to the congregation at Scott Avenue. The journey wasn’t easy but was definitely worth it.
God continues to remind me of this freedom since I ironically find myself being a little bit like a Pharisee towards others at times. My latest reminder came this week. This summer, I have been studying Christianity 101, the book Rachel Willis has been using in her Wednesday night group. This author states that there are really only a few commandments in the New Testament and most of them involve loving God, your neighbor, and your enemies. Keeping those should keep me busy for the next 100 years or so.
There are also some guidelines: Avoid things that aren’t beneficial or positive. Don’t do things that are addictive to you. Consider the effect your actions may have on others. Sounds pretty simple, doesn’t it? What a world this would be if we all followed these commandments and guidelines! Kind of sounds like heaven.
So, the next time someone says that Christianity is all about rules and regulations, just remember that is Satan’s old trick. The only way to be truly free is by the “blood of the Lamb.” To borrow a phrase from our preacher……..And all God’s people said, Amen!
“My chains are gone.
I’ve been set free.
My God, my Savior has ransomed me.
And like a flood, his mercy rains,
unending love, amazing grace.”
Besides the obvious reasons, I think this song touches me so profoundly because I have struggled so with the balance of do’s and don’ts of the Christian life. When Brad and I first got married, we knew we wanted to make church a huge part of our lives. We both loved the Lord, so that wasn’t a problem. The problem was….where do we worship? We tried different congregations in Charleston, Mattoon, and in Ohio when we lived there. I was totally happy in some of them. Brad wasn’t. He was happy. I wasn’t. We argued more about this issue than about anything else. (Wasn't that the “Christian” thing to do? Ha!) A lot of the difficulty boiled down to a congregation’s philosophy of freedom as a Christian. Do we have any, or are we to follow a prescribed lists of “thou shalls” and “shall nots”? Did being a Christian mean we had to be weirdos, or just different from the world? We truly wanted to do the right thing, to be in God’s will. But what was it?
We finally decided to quit listening to well-meaning people around us and go to the source. We had to make our faith our own and do what we felt the Bible was teaching us and not follow the words of men. The great legalists of the Bible, the Pharisees, thought they had all the answers for every man, but Jesus set them straight, didn’t he?
I personally began to study the book of Galatians where I began to discover that true freedom can come only through Christ. I truly started to accept the idea that living one’s life for God gives us our freedom. It doesn’t take it away from us. Brad did his own studying and God eventually led us to the congregation at Scott Avenue. The journey wasn’t easy but was definitely worth it.
God continues to remind me of this freedom since I ironically find myself being a little bit like a Pharisee towards others at times. My latest reminder came this week. This summer, I have been studying Christianity 101, the book Rachel Willis has been using in her Wednesday night group. This author states that there are really only a few commandments in the New Testament and most of them involve loving God, your neighbor, and your enemies. Keeping those should keep me busy for the next 100 years or so.
There are also some guidelines: Avoid things that aren’t beneficial or positive. Don’t do things that are addictive to you. Consider the effect your actions may have on others. Sounds pretty simple, doesn’t it? What a world this would be if we all followed these commandments and guidelines! Kind of sounds like heaven.
So, the next time someone says that Christianity is all about rules and regulations, just remember that is Satan’s old trick. The only way to be truly free is by the “blood of the Lamb.” To borrow a phrase from our preacher……..And all God’s people said, Amen!
More than a Barbecue by Tana LeMay
The 4th of July holiday has been set aside to recognize our nation’s signing of the Declaration of Independence. Next week we’ll celebrate our nation’s 232nd birthday. Most celebrations across the country will be very similar with parades, picnics, baseball tournaments, barbecues, and fireworks.
I learned about the significance of the holiday in school. My teachers would discuss with us the symbolism of the flag and the signing of the Declaration of Independence. I haven’t given much thought to the meaning of the holiday over past years. Each year, it became lost in the bustle of planning activities for the day for my family.
In recognition of the holiday, The Write Sisters were challenged to write about independence, liberty, patriotism, freedom or other similar topics. For me, this meant a little research was is order.
The definition of independence is freedom from control or influence of another or others, or immunity from arbitrary exercise of authority: political independence.
The word liberty has several explanations of its definition. All begin with the word freedom or free: freedom from arbitrary or despotic government or control; freedom from external or foreign rule; independence; freedom from control, interference, obligation, restriction, hampering conditions, etc.; power or right of doing, thinking, speaking, etc., according to choice; free to do or be as specified.
In the Declaration of Independence, our founding fathers clearly stated the intent to remove the people living in the colonies from under the control of King George, thereby gaining our political independence. They risked their lives for liberty. Throughout our 200 year history, others have also placed their lives at risk or gave the ultimate sacrifice for those freedoms we hold dear. We should take pride in what our flag and the Declaration stands for, and the privilege of freedom we have as American citizens.
I think this holiday is an opportunity to remember another who gave all for our freedom. Jesus willingly went to the cross in punishment for our sins, so that we could live in the freedom of grace, with the promise of eternity in His presence.
It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery.” Gal. 5:1
“You, my bothers, were called to be free. But do not use your freedom to indulge the sinful nature; rather, serve one another in love.” Gal. 5:13
“To the Jews who had believed him, Jesus said, “If you hold to my teaching, you are really my disciples. Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free. They answered him, “We are Abraham’s descendants and have never been slaves of anyone. How can you say that we shall be set free?” Jesus replied, “I tell you the truth, everyone who sins is a slave to sin. Now a slave has no permanent place in the family, but a son belongs to it forever. So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed.” John 8: 31-36
I pray each of you will have a safe, enjoyable holiday, with the opportunity to spend time with family and friends. Better yet, take some time to start this day (and everyday) with Jesus first.
I learned about the significance of the holiday in school. My teachers would discuss with us the symbolism of the flag and the signing of the Declaration of Independence. I haven’t given much thought to the meaning of the holiday over past years. Each year, it became lost in the bustle of planning activities for the day for my family.
In recognition of the holiday, The Write Sisters were challenged to write about independence, liberty, patriotism, freedom or other similar topics. For me, this meant a little research was is order.
The definition of independence is freedom from control or influence of another or others, or immunity from arbitrary exercise of authority: political independence.
The word liberty has several explanations of its definition. All begin with the word freedom or free: freedom from arbitrary or despotic government or control; freedom from external or foreign rule; independence; freedom from control, interference, obligation, restriction, hampering conditions, etc.; power or right of doing, thinking, speaking, etc., according to choice; free to do or be as specified.
In the Declaration of Independence, our founding fathers clearly stated the intent to remove the people living in the colonies from under the control of King George, thereby gaining our political independence. They risked their lives for liberty. Throughout our 200 year history, others have also placed their lives at risk or gave the ultimate sacrifice for those freedoms we hold dear. We should take pride in what our flag and the Declaration stands for, and the privilege of freedom we have as American citizens.
I think this holiday is an opportunity to remember another who gave all for our freedom. Jesus willingly went to the cross in punishment for our sins, so that we could live in the freedom of grace, with the promise of eternity in His presence.
It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery.” Gal. 5:1
“You, my bothers, were called to be free. But do not use your freedom to indulge the sinful nature; rather, serve one another in love.” Gal. 5:13
“To the Jews who had believed him, Jesus said, “If you hold to my teaching, you are really my disciples. Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free. They answered him, “We are Abraham’s descendants and have never been slaves of anyone. How can you say that we shall be set free?” Jesus replied, “I tell you the truth, everyone who sins is a slave to sin. Now a slave has no permanent place in the family, but a son belongs to it forever. So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed.” John 8: 31-36
I pray each of you will have a safe, enjoyable holiday, with the opportunity to spend time with family and friends. Better yet, take some time to start this day (and everyday) with Jesus first.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Freedom by Theresa Zuber
As Americans we are very proud of our freedom and so we should be. Men and women have sacrificed much, sometimes their very lives to gain and protect the freedom we hold so dear. But as time passes, I see America using that freedom to become a people with attitudes that are more selfish, me-centered, and I-can-do-whatever-I-want. More and more Americans seem to think that everything is okay as long as it’s not hurting anyone else.
As Christian Americans, we have to remember that we are Christians first. Paul tells us in 1 Cor 10: 23 "Everything is permissible"—but not everything is beneficial. "Everything is permissible"—but not everything is constructive. 24 Nobody should seek his own good, but the good of others. (This passage refers to food and drink, but I believe it can be applied in a broad sense to other areas.)
Abortion, homosexuality, promiscuity are just a few of the “freedoms” that are becoming commonplace - accepted. Be proud of your American heritage: wave your flags, swell with pride as the national anthem is sung, place your hand over your chest and remove your hats as we recite the pledge of allegiance. This is a wonderful country in which to live; a country which lists religious freedom along with the many other freedoms we are blessed to have. Just don’t abuse that freedom nor forget that Jesus Christ gives you the ultimate freedom from death. We should live a life that honors God and puts others above ourselves. Use that freedom of religion and freedom of speech to express your belief in Jesus Christ!
As Christian Americans, we have to remember that we are Christians first. Paul tells us in 1 Cor 10: 23 "Everything is permissible"—but not everything is beneficial. "Everything is permissible"—but not everything is constructive. 24 Nobody should seek his own good, but the good of others. (This passage refers to food and drink, but I believe it can be applied in a broad sense to other areas.)
Abortion, homosexuality, promiscuity are just a few of the “freedoms” that are becoming commonplace - accepted. Be proud of your American heritage: wave your flags, swell with pride as the national anthem is sung, place your hand over your chest and remove your hats as we recite the pledge of allegiance. This is a wonderful country in which to live; a country which lists religious freedom along with the many other freedoms we are blessed to have. Just don’t abuse that freedom nor forget that Jesus Christ gives you the ultimate freedom from death. We should live a life that honors God and puts others above ourselves. Use that freedom of religion and freedom of speech to express your belief in Jesus Christ!
From the Mouth of Babes by Joyce Schafer
A year ago I had the privilege of witnessing patriotism at its finest. I attended my granddaughter’s PreK graduation. To hear these 4 year olds reciting the Pledge of Allegiance was guaranteed to put a lump in your throat. Then they proceeded to tell us how many stars and stripes were in the flag and what each stood for. These kids really knew their stuff! They also knew their songs, singing America the Beautiful and other patriotic favorites. They made their teachers, parents and grandparents proud that day.
I learned some important lessons that day. We have some great teachers in our school system. Even though today these teachers are not allowed to teach about God in the public schools, they can and do practice their faith. It shines through in the way they deal with the students, the parents and coworkers. We should thank God everyday for them.
I also realized that small children are like sponges. They soak up everything – whether it is clean or dirty. Anyone who has slipped up and said a bad word around a child knows it comes back to haunt them forever. We need to pray to God that we are a positive influence to these little ones everyday. The most important lesson I learned that day was God had a reason for telling the disciples to bring the little children to him. Children are so honest and open and ask the questions that adults are too embarrassed to ask. They believe what adults teach them at this age so it is a perfect time to teach them about this country and about God.
As we celebrate this 4th of July, share it with a child. Notice the sheer joy they have at being allowed to stay up past their bedtimes; share the wonder in their eyes when the fireworks light up the sky; and pay close attention to the way they trust someone bigger to protect them when the “big booms” come.
We really need to take a lesson from these little ones and remember we too have someone bigger to protect us from the “big booms” of the world. His name is Jesus and he will keep us safe in his loving arms. All we have to do is ask.
I learned some important lessons that day. We have some great teachers in our school system. Even though today these teachers are not allowed to teach about God in the public schools, they can and do practice their faith. It shines through in the way they deal with the students, the parents and coworkers. We should thank God everyday for them.
I also realized that small children are like sponges. They soak up everything – whether it is clean or dirty. Anyone who has slipped up and said a bad word around a child knows it comes back to haunt them forever. We need to pray to God that we are a positive influence to these little ones everyday. The most important lesson I learned that day was God had a reason for telling the disciples to bring the little children to him. Children are so honest and open and ask the questions that adults are too embarrassed to ask. They believe what adults teach them at this age so it is a perfect time to teach them about this country and about God.
As we celebrate this 4th of July, share it with a child. Notice the sheer joy they have at being allowed to stay up past their bedtimes; share the wonder in their eyes when the fireworks light up the sky; and pay close attention to the way they trust someone bigger to protect them when the “big booms” come.
We really need to take a lesson from these little ones and remember we too have someone bigger to protect us from the “big booms” of the world. His name is Jesus and he will keep us safe in his loving arms. All we have to do is ask.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Crown Him with Many Crowns by Theresa Zuber
I recently was looking for new music for our praise team and I came across a new version of “Crown Him with Many Crowns.” I found that title to be interesting and began to search through the Bible for a scripture reference that would explain what the song meant. I’d like to take you down the path that God took me.
Imagine the scene when the 3 wise men came to see the tiny Messiah. Scripture does not state that they were kings, but that’s the mental picture we have as we see them approaching in all their glory with a full entourage of servants accompanying them. You can imagine them kneeling in respect at the feet of this new king of all creation and not only laying their gifts at his feet, but humbly removing their crowns as they sense they are in the presence of true nobility.
Now… fast forward to eternity.
Rev 4: 9-11 9Whenever the living creatures give glory, honor and thanks to him who sits on the throne and who lives for ever and ever, 10the twenty-four elders fall down before him who sits on the throne, and worship him who lives for ever and ever. They lay their crowns before the throne and say: 11"You are worthy, our Lord and God, to receive glory and honor and power, for you created all things, and by your will they were created and have their being."
So a glimpse of heaven that we see in the book of Revelation shows that the twenty-four elders laid their crowns at the feet of the true King. How humbling – to fall down before the one you know is truly worthy of all glory, honor and power. Can you imagine how pitiful a person must seem to even stand in proximity of our awesome God? Jesus even showed that humility himself:
Phil 2 tells us that Jesus considered himself nothing when he left the glory of heaven and came to earth.
Phil 2: 9-11 9Therefore God exalted him to the highest place and gave him the name that is above every name, 10that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, 11and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.
And another glimpse of heaven:
Rev 19: 11-12 11 I saw heaven standing open and there before me was a white horse, whose rider is called Faithful and True. With justice he judges and makes war. 12His eyes are like blazing fire, and on his head are many crowns. He has a name written on him that no one knows but he himself.
Crown him with many crowns… Does that give you a new concept? All that we are is nothing in comparison to the awesomeness of our Lord. Today, lay your crowns at the feet of true greatness.
Imagine the scene when the 3 wise men came to see the tiny Messiah. Scripture does not state that they were kings, but that’s the mental picture we have as we see them approaching in all their glory with a full entourage of servants accompanying them. You can imagine them kneeling in respect at the feet of this new king of all creation and not only laying their gifts at his feet, but humbly removing their crowns as they sense they are in the presence of true nobility.
Now… fast forward to eternity.
Rev 4: 9-11 9Whenever the living creatures give glory, honor and thanks to him who sits on the throne and who lives for ever and ever, 10the twenty-four elders fall down before him who sits on the throne, and worship him who lives for ever and ever. They lay their crowns before the throne and say: 11"You are worthy, our Lord and God, to receive glory and honor and power, for you created all things, and by your will they were created and have their being."
So a glimpse of heaven that we see in the book of Revelation shows that the twenty-four elders laid their crowns at the feet of the true King. How humbling – to fall down before the one you know is truly worthy of all glory, honor and power. Can you imagine how pitiful a person must seem to even stand in proximity of our awesome God? Jesus even showed that humility himself:
Phil 2 tells us that Jesus considered himself nothing when he left the glory of heaven and came to earth.
Phil 2: 9-11 9Therefore God exalted him to the highest place and gave him the name that is above every name, 10that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, 11and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.
And another glimpse of heaven:
Rev 19: 11-12 11 I saw heaven standing open and there before me was a white horse, whose rider is called Faithful and True. With justice he judges and makes war. 12His eyes are like blazing fire, and on his head are many crowns. He has a name written on him that no one knows but he himself.
Crown him with many crowns… Does that give you a new concept? All that we are is nothing in comparison to the awesomeness of our Lord. Today, lay your crowns at the feet of true greatness.
Monday, June 16, 2008
I Didn't Thank Him by Donna Ensign Woods
The alarm sounded and I quickly started my day,
I only took a moment to half-heartedly pray.
I didn't thank Him for my physical health,
Or for my job, that gives me comfortable wealth.
I sang no song of worship and praise.
I just walked through the day, in my own selfish ways.
I didn't thank Him for my children today,
And for the wonderous joy they bring my way.
I barely noticed the blue Summer sky,
Or the magnificent wings of a butterfly.
I didn't thank Him for my nice, safe home,
Or for the beautiful sunshine that brightly shone.
No heart-felt words for family and friends,
Or gratitude for the blessings He sends.
I didn't thank Him for the gift of sight...
Or for standing guard over me as I slept last night.
I ate my breakfast and headed for the door
...mumbling, "Why couldn't I work less, and have more ??"
...........On my way to work, I saw a cross on a steeple....
And was reminded of the price, paid for God's people.
He took the punishment, for my failure and sin
...He died for me !!!...and I didn't thank Him !!!!!
I only took a moment to half-heartedly pray.
I didn't thank Him for my physical health,
Or for my job, that gives me comfortable wealth.
I sang no song of worship and praise.
I just walked through the day, in my own selfish ways.
I didn't thank Him for my children today,
And for the wonderous joy they bring my way.
I barely noticed the blue Summer sky,
Or the magnificent wings of a butterfly.
I didn't thank Him for my nice, safe home,
Or for the beautiful sunshine that brightly shone.
No heart-felt words for family and friends,
Or gratitude for the blessings He sends.
I didn't thank Him for the gift of sight...
Or for standing guard over me as I slept last night.
I ate my breakfast and headed for the door
...mumbling, "Why couldn't I work less, and have more ??"
...........On my way to work, I saw a cross on a steeple....
And was reminded of the price, paid for God's people.
He took the punishment, for my failure and sin
...He died for me !!!...and I didn't thank Him !!!!!
Wisdom to Know by Donna Ensign Woods
As I listen to God, and humbly pray,
In the stillness of each day...
I ask for WISDOM to be mine,
Captured in blowing sands of time.
I pray for WISDOM...so I will know,
Just where it is He wants me to go.
When to lead...and when to follow
When to reap...and when to sow
WISDOM for uncertain trials
Trudging through uncharted miles.
Praying for WISDOM as I work and play,
So I won't stumble and fall away.
WISDOM to take His hand...
No matter what He has planned.
WISDOM to run life's race...
Always seeking my Saviors face.
Bless me Lord as I grow...
Give me WISDOM to listen and to know.
In the stillness of each day...
I ask for WISDOM to be mine,
Captured in blowing sands of time.
I pray for WISDOM...so I will know,
Just where it is He wants me to go.
When to lead...and when to follow
When to reap...and when to sow
WISDOM for uncertain trials
Trudging through uncharted miles.
Praying for WISDOM as I work and play,
So I won't stumble and fall away.
WISDOM to take His hand...
No matter what He has planned.
WISDOM to run life's race...
Always seeking my Saviors face.
Bless me Lord as I grow...
Give me WISDOM to listen and to know.
Make Mine SPF50 by Susan Shull
I had a job every summer beginning in high school and continuing through college. It wasn’t a paying job, but I took it very seriously none-the-less. I only worked on sunny days, but if necessary, I worked seven days a week.
My occupation from the time school was out in May until it began again in August was to get the deepest, darkest tan I possibly could.
We were lucky to have a nice pond just a little ways from our house with a concrete area that dad put in so we could get to the deeper water without having to walk through the squishy muck on the edge. After being down there for awhile our noses would even become used to the hog smell emanating from the building not 100 steps away! Believe me, after lying on a raft for four hours in the hot sun, the cool water more than made up for the odor if the wind was from the south. Totally covered- not in sunscreen- but in baby oil, Diana, Kathy, Bev, Nancy and I would meet there every day with our rafts and inner tubes, ready to spend the afternoon floating around discussing boys, 4-H projects, and other things girl. We felt the day had been productive if we were just a little burned with a few blisters. Oh the foolishness of youth!
(FYI-Nancy and Bev are Brad’s sisters. Back then, Nancy was one of my best friends and Brad was the guy who, if he had to haul us to Newton, would make us duck down on the floorboard of his car when we drove past the Dog-N-Suds. He certainly didn’t want to be seen with his little sister and her dorky friend!)
Since I was very good at my job, I always had a very dark tan. Unfortunately, now I am paying the price for all of those sunburns. I have already had one basal cell carcinoma and another precancerous spot removed from my face. Never mind the wrinkles. I am afraid the dermatologist and I are going to become good friends before this is over.
It is hard to believe that back then no one seemed to know the dangers of melanoma and other skin cancers caused from excess exposure to UVB rays. My friends and I innocently damaged our skin. Thank goodness teenage girls today don’t have to make the same mistakes we did. Warnings about skin cancer are in every magazine, so ignorance is no excuse.
Resist temptation, girls. Stay out of the tanning bed, use sunscreen every day, and be proud if you have lily-white skin!
My occupation from the time school was out in May until it began again in August was to get the deepest, darkest tan I possibly could.
We were lucky to have a nice pond just a little ways from our house with a concrete area that dad put in so we could get to the deeper water without having to walk through the squishy muck on the edge. After being down there for awhile our noses would even become used to the hog smell emanating from the building not 100 steps away! Believe me, after lying on a raft for four hours in the hot sun, the cool water more than made up for the odor if the wind was from the south. Totally covered- not in sunscreen- but in baby oil, Diana, Kathy, Bev, Nancy and I would meet there every day with our rafts and inner tubes, ready to spend the afternoon floating around discussing boys, 4-H projects, and other things girl. We felt the day had been productive if we were just a little burned with a few blisters. Oh the foolishness of youth!
(FYI-Nancy and Bev are Brad’s sisters. Back then, Nancy was one of my best friends and Brad was the guy who, if he had to haul us to Newton, would make us duck down on the floorboard of his car when we drove past the Dog-N-Suds. He certainly didn’t want to be seen with his little sister and her dorky friend!)
Since I was very good at my job, I always had a very dark tan. Unfortunately, now I am paying the price for all of those sunburns. I have already had one basal cell carcinoma and another precancerous spot removed from my face. Never mind the wrinkles. I am afraid the dermatologist and I are going to become good friends before this is over.
It is hard to believe that back then no one seemed to know the dangers of melanoma and other skin cancers caused from excess exposure to UVB rays. My friends and I innocently damaged our skin. Thank goodness teenage girls today don’t have to make the same mistakes we did. Warnings about skin cancer are in every magazine, so ignorance is no excuse.
Resist temptation, girls. Stay out of the tanning bed, use sunscreen every day, and be proud if you have lily-white skin!
I Taught...They Taught by Donna Ensign Woods
I taught my children how they should behave...
They taught me to be tolerant and brave.
They quickly learned their ABC's...
I quickly learned to get down on my knees.
I struggled to teach them right from wrong...
They taught me to be patient and strong.
I taught them the importance of being polite...
They taught me to pray with all my might.
I taught them to be fair in the games they play...
They taught me what truly matters along the way.
I helped them learn to read and do their math...
They taught me to have fun and laugh.
I taught them to finish whatever they start...
They taught me to pray, with ALL my heart
I taught them to be neat and clean...
They taught me to have faith in the unseen.
I continually give them all my love...
They give me hope and trust in God above.
I taught one thing...They taught another...
It's the wonderful world of being a Mother !!!!
Tidbits by Julie Short
I think that’s one of the best things about being older (past 40) is that I gained some wisdom. I gained most of it by making bad choices at the school of hard knocks.
Some of the tidbits of wisdom I have gained are:
· The only sure thing is God and His word (The Bible.)
· Acceptance leads to peace.(I don’t like the word accept because it is a challenge and takes hard work and time, However it is sometimes the only way to peace.)
· Never is a very short time and always isn’t true.
· Relationships are what really matter.
· We get to grow in the Lord until we die.
· We all have purpose
· God loves us
· Guilt that helps us follow God’s word and make good choices is good to have.(Toxic guilt – The kind that we use to continually constantly beat ourselves up with , the kind that just zaps our energy, and keeps us from going forward is important to say no to and let go of, because it serves no useful purpose.)
· We can change from negative people to more positive people.
· Children will do what we do.
· God does lead us through things we never thought we’d survive.
· Choosing to live in denial indefinitely has consequences.
· “It is what it is” now what are we going to do with it. We can give it to God and allow Him to make something beautiful or purposeful from it or we can become angry and bitter.
· If it tastes really good then it’s probably not good for you.
· Check for toilet paper in the stall before you sit down.
· The reason my pants are shorter isn’t because I’ve grown in height.
· Cell phones do leap out of pockets and into toilets
· The foot does fit in the mouth.
· Old is in the eye of the beholder
· God is an Awesome God!
Some of the tidbits of wisdom I have gained are:
· The only sure thing is God and His word (The Bible.)
· Acceptance leads to peace.(I don’t like the word accept because it is a challenge and takes hard work and time, However it is sometimes the only way to peace.)
· Never is a very short time and always isn’t true.
· Relationships are what really matter.
· We get to grow in the Lord until we die.
· We all have purpose
· God loves us
· Guilt that helps us follow God’s word and make good choices is good to have.(Toxic guilt – The kind that we use to continually constantly beat ourselves up with , the kind that just zaps our energy, and keeps us from going forward is important to say no to and let go of, because it serves no useful purpose.)
· We can change from negative people to more positive people.
· Children will do what we do.
· God does lead us through things we never thought we’d survive.
· Choosing to live in denial indefinitely has consequences.
· “It is what it is” now what are we going to do with it. We can give it to God and allow Him to make something beautiful or purposeful from it or we can become angry and bitter.
· If it tastes really good then it’s probably not good for you.
· Check for toilet paper in the stall before you sit down.
· The reason my pants are shorter isn’t because I’ve grown in height.
· Cell phones do leap out of pockets and into toilets
· The foot does fit in the mouth.
· Old is in the eye of the beholder
· God is an Awesome God!
Serve by Joyce Schafer
Jesus tells us that we should serve one another but most of us struggle with the word "serve." To serve someone implies that we are a servant or a slave -- that we are not equal. This goes against everything we are taught. In fact, this country was founded on the principle that all men are created equal.
The challenge for most of us is to serve others without becoming a servant to them. Mothers especially struggle with this. It is important to "serve" our children but at the same time to teach them to grow up to be responsible adults. This means not doing everything for them. Remember Jesus did not wash the disciples' feet every day. If he had, it would not have been anything special.
I prefer the word "help" instead of "serve." I think as Christians we should help one another.
I have always liked the idea of performing Random Acts of Kindness. This practice is a "win-win" situation. It makes both parties feel good. Can you imagine the impact this could have on the world if we would practice this everyday? Let's try it and see what happens! In this way we will be helping others and serving the Lord.
The challenge for most of us is to serve others without becoming a servant to them. Mothers especially struggle with this. It is important to "serve" our children but at the same time to teach them to grow up to be responsible adults. This means not doing everything for them. Remember Jesus did not wash the disciples' feet every day. If he had, it would not have been anything special.
I prefer the word "help" instead of "serve." I think as Christians we should help one another.
I have always liked the idea of performing Random Acts of Kindness. This practice is a "win-win" situation. It makes both parties feel good. Can you imagine the impact this could have on the world if we would practice this everyday? Let's try it and see what happens! In this way we will be helping others and serving the Lord.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Friendship by Rachel Pitcher
A friend of mine and I have often discussed that we wished we could just have microchips inserted in our brains. This would enable us to talk to one another whenever we wanted before we forget what it is we had to say and so that it wouldn't be interrupted by children or daily duties. We live 45 minutes apart and with small children don't get much time together. Often when we are together we say, "Go ahead with your story but remind me to tell you about _______ (fill in the blank)." We have so much to say to one another and so little time to say it in. If we are together, the kids are there too and it's hard to keep our train of thought going. Without exception, we can never get enough and the time simply flies! Our husband's marvel at how much we can talk about and for how long.
For us, it's like being at a buffet and having all this good food staring at us but only a dessert size plate to put it on. So we fill up once and when we come back it's all gone; time's up—kitchen's closed. We have so much we want to share and say and we just can't fit it all in!
Sadly, that isn't really at all how my conversations with God are. Judging from human measures it might even appear that we are only acquaintances. Maybe we seem like we used to be friends but haven't really seen one another in awhile. Maybe we don't seem to have anything in common at all anymore. Maybe, we've just lost touch. Correction: Maybe I've lost touch. Ever felt like that?
I always tell our children that "to have a friend, you have to be a friend." We make and keep friends by spending time with them. The way we get to know God is to spend time with Him, because we want to, not because we have to. Praying, worshipping, reading the bible, coming to church, attending bible studies or reading Christian books, these are all ways that we can get that microchip installed with God on the other end.
The bible says we should "hunger and thirst for righteousness" ( Matthew 5:6 ) and I know God wants me to hunger for conversation with him like I do with my good friend. Other friends of mine whom I don't get a lot of time with may think I don't make the time. I'm sure that's how God would see it if he were human. Thankfully, he's not and he knows me better than I know myself. So, even if it's been awhile, my "old friend" - my Redeemer, Savior, Friend - is always ready and waiting for me to slow down, quiet down and have some good quality time with Him. What a friend I have in Jesus. If you haven't met Him, I'd love to introduce you two sometime!
For us, it's like being at a buffet and having all this good food staring at us but only a dessert size plate to put it on. So we fill up once and when we come back it's all gone; time's up—kitchen's closed. We have so much we want to share and say and we just can't fit it all in!
Sadly, that isn't really at all how my conversations with God are. Judging from human measures it might even appear that we are only acquaintances. Maybe we seem like we used to be friends but haven't really seen one another in awhile. Maybe we don't seem to have anything in common at all anymore. Maybe, we've just lost touch. Correction: Maybe I've lost touch. Ever felt like that?
I always tell our children that "to have a friend, you have to be a friend." We make and keep friends by spending time with them. The way we get to know God is to spend time with Him, because we want to, not because we have to. Praying, worshipping, reading the bible, coming to church, attending bible studies or reading Christian books, these are all ways that we can get that microchip installed with God on the other end.
The bible says we should "hunger and thirst for righteousness" ( Matthew 5:6 ) and I know God wants me to hunger for conversation with him like I do with my good friend. Other friends of mine whom I don't get a lot of time with may think I don't make the time. I'm sure that's how God would see it if he were human. Thankfully, he's not and he knows me better than I know myself. So, even if it's been awhile, my "old friend" - my Redeemer, Savior, Friend - is always ready and waiting for me to slow down, quiet down and have some good quality time with Him. What a friend I have in Jesus. If you haven't met Him, I'd love to introduce you two sometime!
Be a friend by Susan Shull
Diana Weishaar. She is and has been my lifelong bosom buddy. We teamed up before I can even remember, as pictures of us as toddlers attest, and have been best friends ever since. With the exception of a rocky period around 3rd grade, I don’t recall ever being out of sorts with each other. I treasure her so much and I know I can spill my guts to her, and she will love me still-no matter how much of my “ugly” spirit I reveal. I consider her to be one of the best gifts God has given me. Unfortunately, our friendship is mainly by phone now. She lives in Padukah and we don’t get to see each other very often. Thankfully, we know that if one of us needs the other, we are just a phone call away.
When my kids were growing up, my desire for them was never that they would be “most popular” or part of the “cool” kids. I just prayed for each of them to have at least one person they could count on. If there was one, I knew they would never feel totally alone.
At school, I see some students who always seem to be surrounded by others. Maybe they have a contagious smile, are naturally friendly, or have that illusive everyone-wants-to-be- me charisma that draws others to them. On the other hand, a student or two always seems to either be alone or trying too hard to fit in. I bet, if the truth were known, most of us have felt like that student at one time or another.
Have you ever been in a huge crowd and felt totally alone? Maybe it was a conference or workshop, a busy restaurant, or even a ball game. Maybe it was at church. That may seem like an oxymoron, but I know it can be true. Our family has visited in more than one relatively large congregation while we were on trips or just away from home on Sunday and have been very disappointed when no-one spoke to us. One time, no one even made eye contact with me. What’s up with that?
When this happens, I always wonder-what about our church? Do we make newcomers feel welcome? I hope visitors leave our congregation overwhelmed by our friendliness, feeling inundated with an outpouring of the love of Christ. I’m afraid for some this might not be the case. Our fellowship hall can be a pretty intimidating spot after Sunday services. It seems everyone rushes to the same groups every Sunday visiting up a storm. But…what if you are a visitor, a new member, or just not part of a group? The temptation might be to run out the front doors as quickly as possible. I know it is hard to just walk up to someone you don’t know and start a conversation. What if you say the wrong thing? Someone might think you are a dork, a ding-a-ling, or an idiot. Or… that person might be extremely grateful for a kind word, a handshake, an acknowledgment that they are a valued human being.
I guess what I am suggesting- to myself first of all- let’s all step out of our comfort zones, look around us, and go out of our way to make Scott Avenue Christian Church a place of friends-true friends. I pray that we will remember what it is like to be lost and lonely and show to others the compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience spoken of in Colossians 3:12.
When my kids were growing up, my desire for them was never that they would be “most popular” or part of the “cool” kids. I just prayed for each of them to have at least one person they could count on. If there was one, I knew they would never feel totally alone.
At school, I see some students who always seem to be surrounded by others. Maybe they have a contagious smile, are naturally friendly, or have that illusive everyone-wants-to-be- me charisma that draws others to them. On the other hand, a student or two always seems to either be alone or trying too hard to fit in. I bet, if the truth were known, most of us have felt like that student at one time or another.
Have you ever been in a huge crowd and felt totally alone? Maybe it was a conference or workshop, a busy restaurant, or even a ball game. Maybe it was at church. That may seem like an oxymoron, but I know it can be true. Our family has visited in more than one relatively large congregation while we were on trips or just away from home on Sunday and have been very disappointed when no-one spoke to us. One time, no one even made eye contact with me. What’s up with that?
When this happens, I always wonder-what about our church? Do we make newcomers feel welcome? I hope visitors leave our congregation overwhelmed by our friendliness, feeling inundated with an outpouring of the love of Christ. I’m afraid for some this might not be the case. Our fellowship hall can be a pretty intimidating spot after Sunday services. It seems everyone rushes to the same groups every Sunday visiting up a storm. But…what if you are a visitor, a new member, or just not part of a group? The temptation might be to run out the front doors as quickly as possible. I know it is hard to just walk up to someone you don’t know and start a conversation. What if you say the wrong thing? Someone might think you are a dork, a ding-a-ling, or an idiot. Or… that person might be extremely grateful for a kind word, a handshake, an acknowledgment that they are a valued human being.
I guess what I am suggesting- to myself first of all- let’s all step out of our comfort zones, look around us, and go out of our way to make Scott Avenue Christian Church a place of friends-true friends. I pray that we will remember what it is like to be lost and lonely and show to others the compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience spoken of in Colossians 3:12.
Friends by Tana LeMay
We meet many friends throughout our life time. Some are with us for many years, while others come and go. Some will always live in our memories. Others may be so fleeting, the memories hazy, we may not even recall their name. But each leave an impact, teaching us things about ourselves and the world around us.
I met my first friend in kindergarten. Her name was Katie. We were inseparable for the next three years. Katie had a vivid imagination. She taught me to dream, to find the magic in stories and songs. We "filmed" many movies in her backyard. Most involving a damsel in distress, rescued by her knight in shining armor. Yes, we loved those kind of fairy tales, with happy endings.
My friend Diana taught me that pain is a part of loving others. Her family moved to Newton when I was in second or third grade. Diana was a take charge person. Sometimes, a little bossy. She loved to play games; board games, outdoor games, anything with a little challenge. She only lived in Newton for a couple of years. I was heartbroken when she moved away, sure I would never have a friend like her again.
Diana's moving was an opportunity, though. A chance to widen my horizon. I was fortunate to be in a class of kids that got along well with each other. I attended many slumber parties with 10 to 20 giggling, loud, shrill girls. (Those parents were saints, or maybe just plain crazy.)
The first of my lifelong friends came into my life during junior high and high school. The four of us did everything together. You knew where one of us was, the other three would soon follow. We all live in separate communities now, but the strong ties of friendship remain. Time has not dissolved that link. We shared each other's joy of first love, college graduation, marriage, children, and our children's graduations. We've also shared each other's pain - news of debilitating illness, loss of loved ones, employment woes, etc. Miles may separate us, the busyness of life may keep us from speaking for a few weeks/months, but we each know we're only a phone call away.
All relationships require a gift of sacrifice, a willingness to take time to enjoy their lives. I've learned to cherish my friends, to be thankful for their presence, to appreciate whatever time we have together.
Proverbs 17:17 -
A friend loves at all times.
I met my first friend in kindergarten. Her name was Katie. We were inseparable for the next three years. Katie had a vivid imagination. She taught me to dream, to find the magic in stories and songs. We "filmed" many movies in her backyard. Most involving a damsel in distress, rescued by her knight in shining armor. Yes, we loved those kind of fairy tales, with happy endings.
My friend Diana taught me that pain is a part of loving others. Her family moved to Newton when I was in second or third grade. Diana was a take charge person. Sometimes, a little bossy. She loved to play games; board games, outdoor games, anything with a little challenge. She only lived in Newton for a couple of years. I was heartbroken when she moved away, sure I would never have a friend like her again.
Diana's moving was an opportunity, though. A chance to widen my horizon. I was fortunate to be in a class of kids that got along well with each other. I attended many slumber parties with 10 to 20 giggling, loud, shrill girls. (Those parents were saints, or maybe just plain crazy.)
The first of my lifelong friends came into my life during junior high and high school. The four of us did everything together. You knew where one of us was, the other three would soon follow. We all live in separate communities now, but the strong ties of friendship remain. Time has not dissolved that link. We shared each other's joy of first love, college graduation, marriage, children, and our children's graduations. We've also shared each other's pain - news of debilitating illness, loss of loved ones, employment woes, etc. Miles may separate us, the busyness of life may keep us from speaking for a few weeks/months, but we each know we're only a phone call away.
All relationships require a gift of sacrifice, a willingness to take time to enjoy their lives. I've learned to cherish my friends, to be thankful for their presence, to appreciate whatever time we have together.
Proverbs 17:17 -
A friend loves at all times.
My Friends by Theresa Zuber
A friend is a shoulder to cry on, a sympathetic touch, an all-knowing smile, a friendly face and an ear to listen. A friend has feet that come running, arms that hug firmly, laughter that is contagious, and a heart that understands disappointments & hurts. A friend applauds successes, shares joy and sorrow, and loves through it all.
God made each of us in His own image. I suppose that’s why at times when I see my friends, I get a glimpse of my Savior Jesus.
I only pray that I can be a good friend in return — that they might see Jesus in me!
God made each of us in His own image. I suppose that’s why at times when I see my friends, I get a glimpse of my Savior Jesus.
I only pray that I can be a good friend in return — that they might see Jesus in me!
No Greater Friend by Donna (Ensign) Woods
Father...Savior...Friend...
No beginning...No end
His touch will heal my pain
...As He dances with me in the rain.
Building sand castles on the beach
...To renew and gently teach.
Carrying me...when I can no longer stand,
...When life doesn't go as I had planned.
He refreshes me in the early morning light,
After standing guard over me all night.
Quietly walking along side of me
...Speaking to my heart, so I can see.
Laughing with me...sharing my joy
Protecting...when Satan comes to destroy.
Always there to comfort and cheer,
...As He dries my every tear.
Supplying courage, in challenges I face.
Running with me...in the daily race.
Constant companion...love without end
My Father...Savior...Friend.
He laid down His life for me...
...No greater friend could ever be.
Friends by Joyce Schafer
I have often thought that friends are special angels that God sends to help us and teach us here on earth. They come in all shapes and sizes. Some of them we have for a short time and some we have for a lifetime.
The first friends I remember making were in second grade. These two little girls and I were best friends all through grade school. We played together, had sleepovers and most importantly shared the same opinion of boys. They were Stupid! One friend was Catholic, one was Lutheran and I was Methodist. God was teaching me at a very young age that we are all His children.
Then in high school there were six of us that became really close. We met in Home Ec. Class. A class all of us were taking not because we wanted to but because our mothers insisted. Thankfully we had a wonderful teacher that made the class bearable. As everyone knows, as a teenager your life consists of a lot of highs and lows and we helped each other through all these phases.
By Senior year things really started changing and some of the six decided boys were not so stupid and started becoming couples, leaving little time for their girlfriends. Another valuable lesson was learned. Friends change and not all friendships survive.
As a young adult another special friend came into my life. She eventually got married and moved out of state. Lesson #3: friendships can survive long distances.
About this same time I met someone who has been my best friend for almost 40 years. This friend has been there for me through the bad times and the good times. The most important lesson I have learned is it is truly a gift from God when you marry your best friend.
My life has always been and continues to be blessed by friends. They truly are my angels on earth and I thank God everyday for sending them to me.
The first friends I remember making were in second grade. These two little girls and I were best friends all through grade school. We played together, had sleepovers and most importantly shared the same opinion of boys. They were Stupid! One friend was Catholic, one was Lutheran and I was Methodist. God was teaching me at a very young age that we are all His children.
Then in high school there were six of us that became really close. We met in Home Ec. Class. A class all of us were taking not because we wanted to but because our mothers insisted. Thankfully we had a wonderful teacher that made the class bearable. As everyone knows, as a teenager your life consists of a lot of highs and lows and we helped each other through all these phases.
By Senior year things really started changing and some of the six decided boys were not so stupid and started becoming couples, leaving little time for their girlfriends. Another valuable lesson was learned. Friends change and not all friendships survive.
As a young adult another special friend came into my life. She eventually got married and moved out of state. Lesson #3: friendships can survive long distances.
About this same time I met someone who has been my best friend for almost 40 years. This friend has been there for me through the bad times and the good times. The most important lesson I have learned is it is truly a gift from God when you marry your best friend.
My life has always been and continues to be blessed by friends. They truly are my angels on earth and I thank God everyday for sending them to me.
Give and Receive by Julie Short
Give
An ear,
A hand,
Honesty,
Your time,
Unconditional love,
Expecting
Nothing
In return.
Be
Understanding
Forgiving
Available.
Be
A
Friend
And
You
Will be
Blessed.
An ear,
A hand,
Honesty,
Your time,
Unconditional love,
Expecting
Nothing
In return.
Be
Understanding
Forgiving
Available.
Be
A
Friend
And
You
Will be
Blessed.
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