tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70542625086472761412024-03-13T19:26:01.872-07:00'Til Dawn ComesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger95125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7054262508647276141.post-78054679084201763602013-08-20T09:51:00.002-07:002013-08-20T09:51:53.098-07:00I'm Moving!!<br />
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<b>to a very special celebration of life!</b></div>
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I know I haven't been around here a lot lately. It's been for a good reason: I've been hard at work with my son Kevin on my new WordPress website at <a href="http://www.pamthorson.com./">http://www.pamthorson.com. </a><br />
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Today it's almost finished. It's definitely time to invite you to join me there! I think you're going to enjoy the new features. The website and blog are conveniently located in one place. Be sure to check out the blog posts; I've added pictures and updated them, and from now on all new posts will be posted there.<br />
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I love the sliders and resource features. Simply click on the picture to go to the post. Now you can get to CMADDICT.COM to find the newest Slightly Obsessed devotional every Wednesday just by clicking the link there.<br />
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I'm especially excited to introduce a new series called <i>Unstoppable, </i>which features the true stories of real families who are conquering life's challenges one day at a time. If you're looking for the story of the popular little three-legged pony named Molly, you'll find it there. She's not an urban legend - she's a real survivor of the Katrina hurricane and a victor in her own right with her amazing owner Kaye Harris.<br />
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If you know a family that deserves to be featured in a future story, feel free to nominate them by sending me a message on the contact page. Be sure to ask their permission first before you send me their names and e-mail address.<br />
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I hope you make the move with me. And check in frequently, because we're not done yet. There's more to come!<br />
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Special thanks to Kevin for his hard work, patience, and expertise in helping me create the new site. It's time to party!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7054262508647276141.post-3431879443206515392013-08-03T10:06:00.003-07:002013-08-03T10:17:33.440-07:005 Ways to Ease Caregiver Strain<br />
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My latest issue of <i>Nursing 2013</i> came in the mail yesterday. Usually I set magazines aside for later reading, but the title article on this one caught my eye immediately:<br />
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I've been a full-time caregiver of a high-level quadriplegic son for sixteen years. I love my job, but I'm always willing to learn anything to ease the workload. I grabbed it and scanned past the clinical stuff to get to the end. I wanted to see what their ideas were for "easing the burden."<br />
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As I guessed, there was no magic bullet, no miraculous new methods for helping family caregivers. There were, however, some things worth noting. Today I've pulled out a few of their ideas and added a few things we've learned over the years to share with those who care for loved ones.<br />
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5 Ways to Ease Caregiver Strain:<br />
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1. <b>Learn to depend on others for help.</b><br />
Caregiving is a marathon. No one can take on such duties day after day after day without respite or assistance. It's hard to ask others for help, to feel needy. But those around you may wish they could help somehow and just not know what to do. If you're not comfortable with having them take over the actual caregiving duties, you could see if they would be willing assist you in chores once in a while. If you have the financial resources, you can also pay for such chores as yard work and picking up groceries to save valuable time and energy.<br />
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Getting help not only relieves the physical burden, it allows both caregiver and patient a chance to interact with others, a vital necessity for both physical and emotional health.<br />
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2.<b> Adapt an assertive, rather than a passive, coping style. </b><br />
Those who are naturally more passive are more susceptible to crumbling under the burden of caregiving. They tend to stay isolated, worry more, ask fewer questions, and develop a negative attitude.<br />
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A healthier coping lifestyle involves actively taking charge of the situation, asking questions and pursuing the answers that will benefit both the caregiver and the patient.<br />
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3. <b>Learn all you can.</b><br />
Understanding what is happening to your family member is crucial to providing the best care with the least amount of emotional strain. Research the disease process or injury, available treatments, and the usual prognosis. It's especially important to know such basic techniques as how to correctly turn a person in bed, infection control, and bed sore prevention. Know what community, church, and government resources are available.<br />
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4. <b>Be kind to yourself.</b><br />
Caregivers often put the needs of their loved ones ahead of their own needs. In order to take good care of others, you need to be good to yourself, as well. This is easier said than done, since it's often hard to find time for anything besides work. Try to give yourself permission to care for you. Your family member needs for you to be well.<br />
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Hospital emergency departments employ a term called "triage" to decide which patients should be treated first. The idea is to put the most important cases at the front of the line. Do this with your life. Develop your own triage system to care for the "worst first" in your day. If a chore can wait until tomorrow and you're exhausted, put it at the end of the line. This works well for emotional issues, too. Don't waste your tears on things that aren't worth your energy.<br />
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5. <b>Talk to someone.</b><br />
Develop an emotional support system. Have at least one or two people who you can call when you need to cry, vent, or just talk. Don't just run to those who will agree with everything you say, though. Develop friendships with those who will listen and speak the truth. It's a two-way street; engaging with others gives our lives new perspective. It may even ignite a fresh appreciation for all we have gained through our own situations.<br />
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<i>It was one of those days, he was tired of the maze, </i><br />
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<i>That was the day I just happened to get in his way.</i><br />
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This Wednesday over at CMADDICT, I did something a little different for this week's devotional. I've been cleaning out my office this last week, and I ran across some song lyrics I wrote years ago. I'm sharing them with you in the hope it will encourage you on your dark days.<br />
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Life beats us up and wears us out. The temptation to pass our frustrations and anger on to others is powerful. What do we do on those days when we give into the darkness?<br />
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Click here for this week's devotional offering: <a href="http://www.cmaddict.com/article_page.php?article_id=297">Slightly Obsessed: A Psalm for the Dark Days</a>.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7054262508647276141.post-76331094941471584362013-07-30T08:10:00.001-07:002013-07-30T08:10:26.997-07:00Caregiverlist Summer Photo Contest Awards Gift Certificates and T-Shirts Share Your Photos and Be Entered to Win + Vote for the Winner<div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; padding: 0px;">
<i style="line-height: 1.15;">Today I've been asked to share with my readers an opportunity to enter a photo contest sponsored by caregiverlist.com. They're giving away Amazon gift cards and t-shirts to those submitting the best pictures. Here's your chance to share that great pic and win. If you're a caregiver and submit a picture of yourself and your senior clients or family members, be sure you have permission to share their photo.</i></div>
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<strong style="line-height: 1.15;"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Caregivers, Certified Nursing Aides, and Certified Home Health Aides may submit a photo of themselves with a senior client to the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Caregiverlistcom/14564305189?id=14564305189&sk=app_341908712540542" style="text-decoration: none;" tabindex="-1" target="_parent" title="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Caregiverlistcom/14564305189?id=14564305189&sk=app_341908712540542">Caregiverlist Summer Photo Contest for Senior Caregivers</a>. The contest starts Monday, July 8, 2013, and runs through Saturday, August 31, 2013. Winners will be announced before Labor Day. The Caregiverlist Facebook page hosts the contest.</span></strong></strong></div>
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<span style="line-height: 1.15; white-space: pre-wrap;">Contest winners will be chosen based on popularity via voting. Caregiverlist will award $100, $50 and $25 Amazon gift cards to the top 3 voted pictures and free t-shirts to the runners-up.</span></div>
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<strong style="line-height: 1.15;"><span style="font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Photo submissions that feature some creativity and uniqueness will bring competition to this contest. Caregiverlist expects that the caregivers, Certified Nursing Aides and Certified Home Health Aides who submit “fun” photos will gain more votes. Those who submit photos should share their photo across social networks and with friends and family to encourage more voting. </span></strong></div>
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<strong style="line-height: 1.15;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Caregivers also may always submit a job application on Caregiverlist to be considered for part-time, full-time and live-in <a href="http://www.caregiverlist.com/ApplySeniorCareJob.aspx" tabindex="-1" target="_parent" title="http://www.caregiverlist.com/ApplySeniorCareJob.aspx">caregiving jobs</a> and find online <a href="http://www.caregiverlist.com/CaregivingJobs.aspx" tabindex="-1" target="_parent" title="http://www.caregiverlist.com/CaregivingJobs.aspx">caregiver training</a>.</span></span></strong></div>
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<i>The earth reels to and fro like a drunkard</i></div>
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<i>And it totters like a shack,</i></div>
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<i>For its transgression is heavy upon it,</i></div>
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<i>And it will fall, never to rise again.</i></div>
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They were intrepid. They were bold. They wandered space encountering monstrous aliens and fearsome worlds. The story line in the old sci-fi television series <i>Lost in Space </i>was as cheesy as the aliens, but it fed the new interest in the world above us ignited by the space race. This theme was revisited on a slightly more sophisticated level with the Star Trek series <i>Voyager.</i></div>
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No trip to outer space has yet revealed signs of the Borg, though, but instead has offered us a breathtaking glimpse into the expansive mind of God. High above our heads, planets spin at God's command; the sun blazes at exactly the right distance to sustain life on Earth; the constellations and nebulae thrill us with their serene beauty. The only dastardly creatures to roam the galaxies are the unseen leagues under the command of Satan.</div>
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After all, the battle is here, on Earth, the only piece of God's real estate actually lost in space. While the universe whirls obediently at His word, our planet alone lurches headlong toward destruction as its inhabitants brazenly moon their Creator. The angels watch in amazement, the demons cackle in amusement, and creation longs for the day the rebellion is finished.</div>
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Earth was created to be the best of God's work, a blue jewel in the crown of the King. But our sins rained down death upon our heads and a curse that could only be broken by royal intervention. And intervene, He did. God is at work in our world, redeeming a people for Himself and displaying the majesty of His grace to His entire realm.</div>
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It may not look like it, but each day brings us closer to rescue. At precisely the right moment, Christ will return to deliver His people, end the rebellion, and restore the planet to its intended glory.</div>
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<i>For the anxious longing of the creation waits eagerly for the revealing of the sons of God.</i></div>
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<i>For we know that the whole creation groans and suffers the pains of childbirth together until now.</i></div>
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Today those who trust in the Lord Jesus wait for Him, aliens trapped aboard a toxic rocket hurtling through space as nations battle to throw off the final restraints to all-out lawlessness. The world appears to be running into the fire. A conflagration is coming, but the Lord Jesus has given us a powerful promise: </div>
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God, we are told, is the Blessed Controller of all things. Nothing surprises Him, and nothing is beyond His power. We are safe in His hands, and we will be delivered. We are not lost in space. With our eyes on those beautiful heavens from which our Redeemer will appear, we say with the Apostle:</div>
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It clanked unceremoniously as it goose-stepped around the living room, a silver contraption of motors and noise. Occasionally it stopped and lowered its jaws as it emitted a metallic bark.<br />
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Could this metal contraption earn our love? Click this link and head on over for this Wednesday's devotion:<br />
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We met in the cabinet aisle at a DIYer store. We talked there for probably an hour. I've lived her desperation. I understand her pain.<br />
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What do we do when we can't escape the rain? Click this link: <a href="http://www.cmaddict.com/article_page.php?article_id=289">Slightly Obsessed: Learning to Smile</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7054262508647276141.post-24740599835409810512013-07-11T09:19:00.000-07:002013-07-11T09:19:29.780-07:00Hungry<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Just when I think I have this relationship with God down, He comes roaring into my heart, a silent howl reminding me that the God-shaped hole inside is not a box but an ever-expanding universe. If you're feeling as dry and hungry as I am these days, click this link: <a href="http://www.cmaddict.com/article_page.php?article_id=288">Slightly Obsessed: Hungry</a> and join me at for the weekly devotional.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7054262508647276141.post-74464338590201591512013-07-09T13:24:00.001-07:002013-07-09T13:39:42.498-07:00Zayden's Promise<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>Ange Movius was on the same youth ministry team as my son Kevin when he fell and broke his neck in 1997. We had not really connected, though, until recently, when I had some portraits made for my next book. When I checked out her website, I stumbled upon a page entitled "Zayden's Promise," which offered bereavement portraits and posted the testimony of Angie Smith, wife of Selah founder and singer Todd Smith. </i><i>I watched the tender video celebrating the life of their child Audrey, touched by their reverence for God and their love for the child that went to be with Him. In an age when millions of babies are routinely disposed of, it was like taking in a holy breath of fresh air, bathed in life.</i><br />
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<i>Loving the children.</i><br />
<i>Worshiping the Giver.</i><br />
<i>Trusting in forever.</i><br />
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<i>I was so moved by Ange's anointed photos that I just had to know the story behind the story. She has graciously consented to share her heart for these little ones and their grieving families, and why she does what she does. </i><br />
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<b>What inspired you to
start <i>Zayden’s Promise</i>?</b><br />
A good friend of mine, Tanya, was pregnant with Zayden the
same time I was pregnant with my second child. We connected over our pregnancy,
and when Zayden was born and then passed away, it was so close to me because it
could’ve just as easily been my baby.<br />
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I felt so helpless and like I wanted to
do something to help, and I also felt survivor's guilt, that my baby had survived
and hers hadn’t. I avoided talking to her for a few months- it was so hard to
face her with my baby in my arms and hers in the grave. Eventually, I wrote her a card
and poured my heart out to her.<br />
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I avoided saying things like, “Sorry for your
loss.” I’ve always thought that if I went through something like that, I’d want
people to acknowledge my baby, that he was a person, that he lived, that he was
more than just a “loss.” I sent her a mix CD along with the card with songs
that brought me hope and said that music has always helped me in times of
darkness and when I needed healing.<br />
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She didn’t say anything at the time, but
months later she connected with me and told me the card and the CD meant the world
to her. She referred me to the story of Angie Smith and how she walked through
her pregnancy knowing at the end her baby would die. (Read Angie and Todd's story at <a href="http://angiesmithonline.com/2008/01/the-beginning-of-the-story/" tabindex="-1" target="_parent" title="http://angiesmithonline.com/2008/01/the-beginning-of-the-story/">http://angiesmithonline.com/2008/01/the-beginning-of-the-story/</a> )<br />
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I stayed up all night reading Angie’s story and weeping.
When I got to the part about Audrey’s birth, and saw beautiful portraits done
by a professional photographer, I knew that was what I was supposed to do. That’s
how I could be God’s healing hand in people’s lives right in the middle of the
chaos of grief, bringing a glimpse of His hope. <br />
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Tanya has been so gracious as to hold my hand along the way. Through the things that scared me, the things that made me want to weep and run away,
she’s stood behind me and reminded me what God has called me to do, and that He
always provides strength in the darkest of times. <br />
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<b><i><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></i></b><b><i><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">"I always cradle them to my chest</span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">and treat them like they were my </span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">own baby - </span></i></b><b><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">not a body, but a person." </span><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></i></b><br />
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<b><b>What has been the
most poignant moment you’ve experienced in your work with families who have
lost or are losing a loved one?</b></b><br />
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It’s always hard, but there are a few times that my heart
was just ripped out and I grieved so deeply for these families. I know that God
has allowed me to feel just a touch of the pain so that I can be in prayer for
them. I’ve spent nights weeping my guts out and praying for these
families. God has been so good, though, as
to let me always hold it together when I’m working with the families at the
hospital. It isn’t easy to cradle a body and to not at times feel afraid or
sickened. <br />
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It’s always the hardest when the babies are full term. They
are perfect, beautiful, and so very heartbreaking. Once, I was getting ready to walk in to photograph a couple with their baby and I heard the wife say to her husband, “God
is with us, even in this. I don’t know why we have to have this happen, nothing
like this has ever happened to us, but God will carry us through this.” That
moment ministered to me so much, seeing the way God’s hope makes such a
difference in the grief process. <br />
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Sometimes, when the babies have just been born, and they are
soft and still warm and their skin is loose and wrinkly, and they feel so very
alive, and like if you just blew breath into them they would come back, those
are the hardest. It’s harder to separate my emotions from the moment or to be
in denial that this is a little person. I always cradle them to my chest and
treat them like they were my own baby - not a body, but a person. <br />
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<b>What have you learned
along the way?</b><br />
Since losing Zayden, Tanya and her husband Jeremiah loved
and lost a baby girl, Halliee, and I had to walk through a time of not
understanding and being very angry at God, feeling like He dropped the ball. Halliee
in my mind was supposed to be their miracle, the promise after the pain, and I
couldn’t understand why God had “failed” them.<br />
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I imagine that is just a small taste of what my families feel. He was
gracious enough to walk me through that time, helping my heart to be at
peace with it, and being ok with that I may not understand everything that
happens here this side of heaven. Haillee would’ve been the same age as my
youngest, and Zayden would’ve been the same age as my second child, and I often
find myself looking at them and thinking, “I wonder what they would’ve been
like? I wonder what my life would’ve been like if I had lost my babies?”<br />
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<b>Did you have any
preconceived notions about death that have changed? About life?</b><br />
Death is quick moving and harsh, once someone is gone there is no holding them
back from death, as much as you might never want to let go. Photographing these babies and families is a
constant reminder of how precious and uncertain life is. I’m reminded to really enjoy the moments we
have and how life without God’s hope is a very dark place to be. <br />
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Something Tanya has always said to me is that anytime you
can invite Jesus into someone’s grief, that is what makes all the difference in
the world. <br />
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<b>How has <i>Zayden’s
Promise</i> increased your faith in God?</b><br />
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I now understand how quick this life is, and how God cares so
much about us spending eternity with Him. He is willing to let us walk through
darkness and pain if it allows us to be drawn to Him.<br />
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Ange Movius is the creative mind behind Ange Movius Photography, established in 2005 and located in the Lewis-Clark Valley of Northern Idaho. Her husband Trav is a vital team member, and they are the parents of three awesome children. Her non-profit program, <i><a href="http://www.amportraits.com/zaydenspromise.html">Zayden's Promise</a>, </i>offers free infant bereavement photos and portraits for terminally ill children.<br />
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Click these links to see more of Ange's work:<br />
<a href="http://www.amportraits.com/home">Ange Movius Photography</a><br />
<a href="http://angemoviusphotography.blogspot.com/">Ange's Blog</a><br />
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<i>Seek justice,<br />Reprove the ruthless;<br />Defend the orphan,<br />Plead for the widow.</i><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">A heat wave has gripped the nation as the United States celebrates Independence Day. In the midst of withering triple-digest temperatures, a cold wind blows. The chill is coming from the icy fingers of death...the death, that is, of compassion. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">On July 4th of every year we cheer the American Revolution, committed to the radical notion that every human is equal in the eyes of his Creator and deserving of the most basic of freedoms: </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">Life.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">Liberty.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">The pursuit of happiness.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">How ironic that the end stage of such a war would, over two hundred years later, those three essential rights would come with asterisks, that the basic foundation stones for our society would be moved at will by those to whom we have charged the defense of our nation.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Today life is only granted </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">for those who are deemed wanted or useful to society. Disabled, defective, or incomplete humans have no place in Darwin's brave new world of the survival of the fittest. </span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">As medical resources have become more scarce, we are already in the process of moving quietly toward allocating care to those most likely to benefit from it in restored contribution to society. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">The tenets of liberty and the pursuit of happiness have also been perverted to legalize perversion and squash religious freedom. </span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">The long slide down this slope began decades ago, when we began throwing innocence in the trash along with unborn babies, nativity scenes, and school prayer.</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"> </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">I've been there. I've seen it. Nearly twenty years ago, I was fighting to keep the doctor from </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-style: italic; line-height: 18px;">making</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"> my disabled mother die because, in his words, "Her life is worthless." This was not a woman in a coma, but simply crippled and silenced by strokes. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">When she first knew something was going wrong in her body, she told me, "Pam, give me every chance to live." When the time came to give her that chance, the doctor didn't even ask what she would want. She was worthless, no longer counted.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">Sixteen years ago, I was fighting to keep the doctor from pulling the plug on our son after his spinal cord injury. Kevin also wasn't in the mood to die, but that doctor didn't ask his opinion, either. Evidently, he no longer counted in the economy of life.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">One fight occurred in America; one in Canada; but both were part of the deliberate parade toward exterminating those who do not fit our definition of "useful." This march transcends nations, politics, and administrations. I</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">t's not being orchestrated by doctors, nurses, or even politicians. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">It's the heavy boot step of an unseen enemy with one goal: to destroy all humanity and thus hurt and rob the Creator who made us.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">He's found plenty enough help from us. Our society is sick; in fact, our world is sick. As we fall collectively farther and farther from God, the compassion and care for others that naturally flows from His heart falls with it. Life no longer has dignity by virtue of being. The body is no longer considered the temple of a living soul, but a glob of throbbing tissue and random brain waves. Life itself is open to interpretation.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">It's all been complicated by the advance of medical technologies that have blurred the lines between living and dying. When to give up has become harder and harder to decide. I understand the pain endured by many families in making the tough medical decisions necessary for their sick and injured loved ones.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">This isn't about those issues.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">This is about speaking for those without either voice or choice. It's about remembering that we are made in the image of of the great I AM; valued because </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-style: italic; line-height: 18px;">we are.</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"> It's about those with power using that power to protect the powerless. No one should have to prove that they can be useful on order to deserve life. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">No one but God has the right to give and take life. Nor does anyone have the right to decide who is worthy of our care. The more I learn about what is being done today in the name of medicine, the more I mourn, and the more I determine this:</span><br />
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<b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">For those without a voice: I must speak.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">For those whose limbs are silent, I will, by the grace of God, be their hands and feet.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">To a hurting world, I long, with all my heart, to be the expression of His comfort.</span></b><br />
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<i>America, America, as we celebrate this birthday, may God shed His grace on us, the undeserving. </i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7054262508647276141.post-79736125061300932332013-06-29T08:12:00.000-07:002013-06-29T08:12:01.883-07:00Hero<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Everybody loves a hero. From white knights to Spiderman, Wonder Woman, and firemen - we all adore larger-than-life figures. <span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;">Hero</span> is a timeless concept, a word chiseled in stone and swathed in red, white, and blue. It evokes images of dashing figures and just-in-time deliverance.<br />
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A hero is someone we can believe in, lean on, and trust with our lives and sacred honor. A <span style="color: #cc0000;">hero</span> is always there.<br />
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My hero is the Lord Jesus. He's the only person who ever lived a life that was absolutely unsoiled, perfectly gentle, and truly wise. He has never left me forsaken on the railroad tracks of life as the inevitable wheels of death came charging down the rails- although I've squirmed a few times as I heard the rumble of disaster approaching. But He's always arrived...just in time... every time.<br />
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He's big. He's strong. He's amazing. He's the royalty that bends down to pick up the peasant. He's my King, and He never tires of riding out on the white horse to swoop me up out of my latest fall into some messy pit.<br />
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But life for us is not about being the eternal damsel in distress. God has saved us for a purpose:<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">He calls us to follow Him.</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">He commands us to take on the nature of His Kingdom.</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">He calls us to purity, wisdom, discernment, and courageous action.</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">He calls us to a life of heroic deeds.</span><br />
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Rise to the challenge. Live like you belong in the Kingdom. Be someone's hero today.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7054262508647276141.post-63650523998176700412013-06-25T15:59:00.002-07:002013-07-03T10:24:08.464-07:00When Your Soul Is Shredded<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>There are two wolves inside us.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>The one we feed i</i><i>s the one that will grow.</i></span></div>
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The attacks came without warning, one after another. These last months our family has been reeling from a series of setbacks we never anticipated. Problems we didn't cause and can't fix.<br />
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Yesterday was so bad I just had to escape from the phone and the stress and the numbness shredding my soul. I bolted down the driveway and glanced around, remembering to check for snakes and the coyotes that had been calling this morning up the dry canyon above our house. Occasionally they wander all the way down to the yard looking for wayward scraps or cats.<br />
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Usually I alternate between anger and pity for them. Anger when they kill our animals. Pity when the summer is hot and barren and they comb the hillside in mangy coats looking for food.<br />
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Yesterday I envied them.<br />
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I wanted to flee up the canyon wall far away from humans and their struggles, to find a way out. I needed escape. I wanted to release the fear and the anger and the helplessness.<br />
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Actually, I wanted to howl.<br />
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Instead, I walked for a bit and returned to the house. Our family circled the wagons, as is our habit when new challenges threaten one or the other of us. We spent the evening together, drawing strength from each other as we enjoyed a meal and movie.<br />
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Today, the wolves are again at war. Today I halt between two opinions. Is disaster on the horizon? Or is God at work in a mysterious and mystical way?<br />
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Fear and Faith sit at my door. Both are ravenous. Will I feed one and allow myself to be consumed, or will I feed the one that will send the predator packing? Which one will I give my trust?<br />
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So it comes to this. I must choose to turn off the outside voices feeding the beast and give my mind permission to feed my starving soul on the goodness of God. This was surely what the apostle Paul meant when he wrote these words:<br />
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He is called the "prince of the power of the air."* He invades world events, rattles our physical world, and causes havoc in the hearts of men. We know him as the devil, or Satan. He always blows in bringing trouble for God's creation.<br />
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It had been a particularly busy and productive time of ministry for Jesus, though danger lurked everywhere. Many were healed and heard the Good News. But His cousin had recently been beheaded by the king. It seemed a storm was brewing.<br />
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"Come away by yourselves to a secluded place and rest awhile," He told His disciples. They took a boat across the Sea of Galilee to find a quiet place.<br />
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The crowd followed them, however, and were waiting for Him as their boat reached land. Although Jesus was bone-weary, He was filled with compassion at the sight of the people, because they were like sheep without a shepherd. He spoke to them until it was very late, then He filled their empty bellies with a miracle dinner of five loaves of bread and two fish.<br />
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If He was tired before, He must have been exhausted by then.<br />
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He told the disciples to go on ahead of Him in the boat while He sent the crowd away. Then He went to the mountain to pray for awhile.<br />
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As Jesus prayed, a strong wind came up and threatened the boat and His disciples. It was nearly morning. The disciples were caught in the middle of the sea, buffeted by the winds, unable to reach safety.<br />
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In the dark, in the middle of a sea, Jesus saw them struggling. He came to them in their crisis; He met them in the storm. He didn't have to join them. He had just miraculously produced enough food out of thin air to feed a crowd. He could have spoken the word from His mountain and calmed the waves.<br />
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Instead, He went to their side, walking on the storm as if were His personal highway. The disciples were terrified. <i>Who was this man? </i><br />
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He told them, "Take courage; it is I, do not be afraid." Only He did not actually say "It is I." He said, literally, "I AM."<br />
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<i>I AM</i>. The ancient name for the LORD God of Israel. The name given to Moses out of the burning bush. The Eternal God.<br />
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Our Creator.<br />
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Are you weary of fighting the storm? Are you caught between destruction and the safe shore for which you long? Are you more certain of the strength of the evil one than you are of the Savior?<br />
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Take courage.<br />
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God sees you. His Son Jesus has conquered the winds and the waves that threaten to sweep you away. Even when His power was restrained by the constraints of a human body, Jesus commanded authority over every challenge raised against those He loved. Now at the right hand of the Father, He has released the awesome power of the Holy Spirit to fight for you.<br />
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You're not alone. You won't sink. Watch and trust Him to come to you and conquer your storm.<br />
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<i>Today is the first in a series called The Beautiful Broken (and the People Who Love Them). In the following months, I will be introducing you to some amazing people. The world might see them as damaged, but in the eyes of God and those who love them, they are absolutely priceless. As remarkable are the families who dedicate their lives to their protection and care. </i></div>
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It was just a shopping day with her mother and eighteen-month-old daughter Laura. Linda was driving the car that fateful day after Christmas when an unguarded moment sent them careening into the path of a minivan at sixty miles an hour. The collision took off the back seat of their car.<br />
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Linda and her mother were dazed but okay. But little Laura's car seat went flying out of the car on impact and landed in the middle of the freeway with Laura still buckled in. She was much too quiet.<br />
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At the hospital, Linda discovered Laura had suffered a devastating brain injury. She was sent to ICU, where she was wracked with seizures. Surgery relieved the swelling, but she remained unconscious and hooked up to a ventilator. Linda repelled the doctor's suggestion they remove Laura from the ventilator, and when they had the opportunity to move her to a hospital closer to home, Linda was sure her daughter would begin to improve.<br />
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At the Colorado hospital, however, twenty-four health care professionals gave her an unanimous decision: Laura was in a vegetative state. She was given no hope for improvement.<br />
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Although Linda outwardly fought for her daughter to be kept on the ventilator, inwardly she was in turmoil. One desperate night she made plans to take Laura off the ventilator and overdose herself on pills to end their suffering. As she contemplated this, she knew her actions would also be taking the life of her unborn child, barely two weeks old.<br />
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That moment signaled a turning point for the Shepherd family. Linda surrendered her life and the lives of her children once again to God. Laura stayed the same until, ironically, she awakened from her coma one day at the sound of her new baby brother crying.<br />
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Today Laura remains paralyzed and on a ventilator. But she smiles and laughs and fills her family with joy. Her father Paul and brother Jimmy are her tender protectors. She has taught her world much about the value of those who are broken by the world's standards, but beautiful beyond comparison in the eyes of God.<br />
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Linda is an author and speaker who shares the lessons God has taught her through their tragedy. The trials she has endured form the springboard from which she ministers the peace and healing she has received through her Savior.<br />
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Laura's life is a reminder we are all broken in some way, and God loves the imperfect vessels He calls His children.<br />
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<span style="background-color: #fcfcfe;">Linda Evans Shepherd lives at home in Longmont, CO with her husband of 26 years and their two children, Jimmy and Laura. Linda is an author and speaker, the publisher of Right To the Heart of Women Electronic Magazine and president of the nonprofit organization, Right to the Heart.</span><br />
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Read more about Linda Evans Shepherd:<br />
<a href="http://www.sheppro.com/laura/lindaandlaura.htm">Linda and Laura Shepherd</a><br />
<a href="http://www.righttotheheart.com/women/index2.htm">Right to the Heart of Women</a><br />
<a href="http://www.righttotheheart.com/">http://www.righttotheheart.com/</a><br />
<a href="http://www.sheppro.com/">Linda Evans Shepherd</a><br />
<a href="http://www.jubilantpress.com/ebooks/ebook_griefrelief.htm">Linda's e-book: Grief Relief</a><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Photos courtesy Linda Evans Shepherd</span></i><br />
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I know it's been looking quiet around here at<i> 'Til Dawn Comes</i> in June. But our lives have been a whirlwind. Just before a planned family visit, Kevin came down with an infection and had to go through the usual round of testing and antibiotics. Thank God, it was not a particularly nasty illness this time, and he quickly recovered - just in time for the family fun.<br />
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We spent a hectic but joyous week celebrating the birthdays of our two wonderful granddaughters.<br />
The guys went on a fishing expedition to a local lake, the girls went shopping (what else?), and we managed to work in miniature golf, a movie, and game night.<br />
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As most caregivers will tell you, the day-to-day duties required to assist a loved one with life's challenges leave little time for festivities of any kind. We work hard every day. So do our grown children and growing grandchildren. The added miles between us make our rare reunions that much sweeter.<br />
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So we had a blast. We crammed as much fun as possible into the visit and managed to do everything on our dream list. We created lots and lots of memories to get us through the long days until we are together again. <br />
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This week I'm back in the saddle here and at CMADDICT.COM. I have lots on my heart and lots to share with you as we navigate the treacherous rapids of this life together.<br />
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Be sure to check in tomorrow for the weekly devotional on Slightly Obsessed.<br />
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Photos courtesy Grace Thorson, Jennifer Thorson, and Racheal McCormack</span></i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7054262508647276141.post-34907588928666664562013-05-21T09:26:00.001-07:002013-05-21T09:27:43.516-07:00It's Okay to Cry<br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">In much wisdom there is much grief,</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">and increasing knowledge results in increasing pain.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">Ecclesiastes 1:18</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">They were born alive, <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">squirming</span>, whimpering, gasping for breath. As they lay fighting for life on the filthy table, an employee took a pair of scissors and <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">snipped</span> their spinal cords. In some cases, the infant was nearly decapitated. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">The recent r<span style="font-size: small;">eports of the<span style="font-size: small;"> horrific condition<span style="font-size: small;">s at an abortion clinic run by Kermit Gosnell turn my stomach. I can't even think of <span style="font-size: small;">what those children and their mothers endured. <span style="font-size: small;">It unleashes a <span style="font-size: small;">mourning within me that threatens to rise to the surface and spill over into heartbroken grief. It makes me want to wail.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XTc0a--8GpA/UZuRoRt6JdI/AAAAAAAAA6M/zg4BdSfWr1U/s1600/dreamstime_xs_9037012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XTc0a--8GpA/UZuRoRt6JdI/AAAAAAAAA6M/zg4BdSfWr1U/s320/dreamstime_xs_9037012.jpg" width="213" /></a><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">I always wonder why I feel like I have to keep it controlled<span style="font-size: small;">, why I have to think about somethin<span style="font-size: small;">g</span> else. <span style="font-size: small;">It's so much easier to <span style="font-size: small;">look away</span> than it is to have the pain and responsibility of knowing the truth.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">The<span style="font-size: small;"> Bible tells us God is all-knowing<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>and all-powerful. </span>If He knows ever<span style="font-size: small;">y<span style="font-size: small;">thing, then He sees not only every act of faith and courage that happens on earth, <span style="font-size: small;">but every <span style="font-size: small;">act of evil and injustice,</span> as well. How His heart must break! How <span style="font-size: small;">much pain He must bear!</span> Beca<span style="font-size: small;">use He has reserved judgment until all have h<span style="font-size: small;">ad a chance to <span style="font-size: small;">accept His gift of forgiveness, He restrains Hi<span style="font-size: small;">s great power and waits.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">H<span style="font-size: small;">e wa<span style="font-size: small;">its for us.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">It's our responsibility to know what is happening in our world<span style="font-size: small;">, and<span style="font-size: small;"> </span>how it relates to God's <span style="font-size: small;">Word. <span style="font-size: small;">B<span style="font-size: small;">ut it's not enough to understand. </span>As we increase in</span></span></span> knowledge and wisdom, <span style="font-size: small;">it's time for action</span>. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">In Christ alone lies hope for a weary world. It's our job to be His hands and feet and heart. <span style="font-size: small;">The<span style="font-size: small;">re are p<span style="font-size: small;">eople dying without hope to<span style="font-size: small;">day. If we have Christ's heart, we will <span style="font-size: small;">weep <span style="font-size: small;">with Him. If we are <span style="font-size: small;">H<span style="font-size: small;">is <span style="font-size: small;">feet</span>, we will go to those who are dying and lonely and distressed. If we are His hands, we <span style="font-size: small;">will </span>reach out to give and comfort. others. If <span style="font-size: small;">we <span style="font-size: small;">have</span> <span style="font-size: small;">His eyes, we <span style="font-size: small;">will not look away <span style="font-size: small;">from suffering. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">If we have His voice, we will speak the truth.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">The <span style="font-size: small;">n</span>ext time bad news come<span style="font-size: small;">s on the tv. it's <span style="font-size: small;">our cal<span style="font-size: small;">l to action<span style="font-size: small;">, whet<span style="font-size: small;">her it's <span style="font-size: small;">to pray<span style="font-size: small;"> or to move or to give. It's okay to cry. Just don't look away. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Is it hard for you to hear bad news on the airwaves? How do you deal with the heartache you see around you? What is God calling you to do? </span></i> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7054262508647276141.post-4797230997747093452013-05-14T12:47:00.002-07:002013-05-14T17:41:01.316-07:00Unbreakable<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>nor angels,</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>nor principalities, </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>nor things present, </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>nor things to come,</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>nor powers, </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>nor height,</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i> nor depth, </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>nor any other created thing,</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>will be able to separate us from the love of God,</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Romans 8:38-39</span></div>
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Famed evangelist Billy Graham tells the story of an English missionary who died in India during the early 1900's. Immediately his former neighbors broke into his home and pillaged it, stealing the man's possessions. The English consul was notified, and an official went to investigate.</div>
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The missionary did not have a lock on his door, so it could not be secured. The official simply pasted a piece of paper across it and affixed the seal of England on it. After that, there was no more looting. No one dared to break the seal because it represented what was at the time the world's most powerful nation.</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>In Him, you also, after listening to the message of truth,</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>the gospel of your salvation - having also believed, </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>you were sealed in Him with the Holy Spirit of promise,</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>who is given as a pledge of our inheritance,</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>with a view to the redemption of God's own possession, </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>to the praise of His glory.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Ephesians 1:13-14</i></span></div>
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In the East, a seal was more important than a signature. The signet used to imprint a seal usually sat in a ring inscribed with words or symbols and reflected an office of importance. It was usually used with clay, because of its permanence. Wax was used, too, but was not as desirable because it was prone to melt in the hot sun. Clay hardened over time. In order to break the seal, the clay itself would have to be broken.</div>
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In the Bible a seal represented both <i>security</i> and <i>ownership. </i>An official seal was used to hold Daniel in the lions' den, and the seal of Rome kept anyone from tampering with the tomb of Jesus under pain of death. In the book of Esther we discover the Persian king who ruled over Israel was unable to revoke his own decree, because it was sealed it with his official signet ring.</div>
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Ancient Ephesus was a port city and carried on an extensive trade in lumber. A purchase was made by selecting the timber, stamping it with a signet or other sign of ownership. When the buyer was ready for the lumber, he would send an agent with the signet to locate and claim all the wood with his seal on them.<i> </i></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Remember now, that You have made me as clay.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Job 10:9</i></span></div>
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If you have bowed your knee to Jesus Christ, the imprint of God is on your heart. You are sealed by the authority of the Lord on high. You are under His protection, and the power of all Heaven stands behind His mark. He is sealed in you. He can't leave without breaking the clay and His promise to never leave you forsaken. </div>
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You may feel fragile, weak, and ready to break. The heat you're feeling, however, will just harden the seal of the Master on your life. Nothing in this creation, nothing in your future, and nothing in your past can destroy you. The power of God is unbreakable, because He will never revoke His own decree. </div>
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You are, quite literally, possessed by Christ. Be comforted, for the full power of the Lord is behind His mark on you. You are safe. You are His. You are treasured.</div>
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You are unbreakable.</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>But we have this treasure in jars of clay </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>2 Corinthians 4:7 </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #e06666;"><i>Her children rise up and bless her;</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #e06666;"><i>Her husband also, and he praises her, saying:</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #e06666;"><i>"Many daughters have done nobly,</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #e06666;"><i>But you excel them all."</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #e06666;"><i>Proverbs 31:28-29 </i> </span></span></div>
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When she heard our son Kevin was in a Canadian hospital with a broken neck, she fell weeping to the floor. She begged God to spare his life. She cared for his little sister and did the family chores while we were with Kevin, first in Canada and then in the Spokane rehab hospital.<br />
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She visited him whenever possible in the hospital. She learned with rest of us how to care for a person with a devastating spinal cord injury to give the family respite when he came back home.<br />
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It didn't matter she had only known us for three years when Kevin broke his neck. She was as devastated and devoted as if she had known us forever.<br />
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Juanita is my stepmother, and she was sent straight from God to be our new mom, grandma, sister, and friend. She married my dad after my mother died from complications of a series of strokes. She started out as "Grandma Juanita" to our children. That was too much
of a mouthful for my nephew, who was just a little guy at the time. He shortened it to "Gramita," and the name stuck. <br />
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She never tried to take Mom's place. Instead, she made her own place in our hearts. She gave us space to remember Mom without displaying jealousy. She graciously accepted our family traditions and helped us create new ones incorporating her rich Mexican heritage. Because of her, I now know how to make tamales with corn husks and fry up our own taco shells with masa flour. <br />
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She is a loyal wife, a faithful mom to her own two children, a loving stepmother to my brother and me, an adoring grandma to her grandchildren on both sides of the family, and a generous great-grandma. She is an auntie many times over. She is tender and giving. She is one of hardest working people I have ever seen.<br />
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Since my father became pastor of the Leland Pioneer Community Church in historic Leland, Idaho, Juanita has been a tireless supporter. She serves their community beside my father and lives to tell others about the Savior who redeemed her and set her free. Her love for Jesus is both inspiring and contagious.<br />
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In honor of this week's tribute to Moms everywhere, I salute Juanita and the stepmothers like her who take on a whole new family - baggage and all - with grace and love.Yours is a difficult and often thankless job. <br />
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Every time you swallowed down a retort, listened to the same family stories all over again of the years that never included you, took flowers with your husband to his first wife's grave, put aside your holiday traditions to accommodate your new family's schedule, and generally accepted the people your husband loves, be assured we noticed. Your sacrifices have made us love you all the more. <br />
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You are appreciated and adored. Thanks for being you. May God reward you in the measure of devotion you have shown us, overflowing with blessing.<br />
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<i>Peace I leave with you;</i></div>
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Last week was stressful, to put it mildly. I had a manuscript to get back to an editor. My new computer, the one I bought because I was afraid my faithful old Dell would kick the bucket any time, chose last week to fail me. </div>
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Every spring we have the annual re-certification time for our certified family home, which involves extra paperwork and things like having our water and fire extinguishers tested. As a young mom, I used to tease that if I didn't get the house cleaned soon, the health department was going to shut us down. Now we do get inspected by the state. Getting shut down is a real possibility now if I don't keep the toilets clean.</div>
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At the first of every month, I inventory Kevin's medical supplies, make out a new order, get it to the medical supply company, and put the supplies away after they arrive. I also have to set up new monthly charts because I keep daily charts of the care I supply at our home. Every month we also test the smoke detectors and change out equipment. All this, and toilet cleaning, too.</div>
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Last week was the perfect storm. All this was brewing, and I had to get sick. </div>
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I didn't feel any better, but God's peace enveloped me and I was able to sleep. The next morning I was on the mend.</div>
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Today the world looks brighter. The manuscript made it to the editor. The computer is under warranty and is on its way to the manufacturer. The certified family home paperwork is coming together. New supplies will be here tomorrow.</div>
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Best of all, I am reminded how close we are every day to the source of peace and comfort. I wasted a lot of emotional energy before simply asking for prayer and giving everything over to God once again. Jesus warned us not to "let" our hearts be troubled or fearful, implying we have the power to keep it from happening. We have more control over our happiness than we think we do. Living in a state of peace has nothing to do with circumstances and everything to do with what we allow to shake us.</div>
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When we're in over our heads and trouble has already been let out of the gate, we can turn to others for the support we need. We're not meant to do this alone. We're in it together.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7054262508647276141.post-56230314015264400832013-04-30T17:44:00.002-07:002013-05-01T12:45:39.633-07:00Living in Laodicea<i>"To the angel of the church in Laodicea write:</i><br />
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<i>The Amen, the faithful and true Witness, the Beginning of the creation of God, says this: </i><br />
<i>'I know your deeds, that you are neither cold nor hot; I wish that you were cold or hot. So because you are lukewarm, and neither hot nor cold, I will spit you out of My mouth. Because you say "I am rich, and have become wealthy, and have need of nothing," and you do not know that you are wretched and miserable and poor and blind and naked, I advise you to buy from Me gold refined by fire so that you may become rich, and white garments so that you may clothe yourself, and that the shame of your nakedness will not be revealed; and eye salve to anoint your eyes so that you may see. Those whom I love, I reprove and discipline; be zealous therefore, and repent. Behold I stand at the door and knock...."</i><br />
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Laodicea was one of three famous cities of the Lycas River valley. Six miles to the north of it lay Hieropolis, a city boasting hot springs and thermal baths. Ten miles to the east lay Colossae, known for its pure, cold springs.<br />
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Laodicea had to have its water piped from a spring five miles away. The water was so heavy with minerals it slowly clogged the pipes. By the time it reached the city, it was tepid. The foul, lukewarm was nauseating. Early readers of Revelation would have made the instant connection to Jesus' threat to spit (literally, "vomit") it out of His mouth.<br />
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It was a wealthy city, however, so rich that when it was destroyed by an earthquake in 60 A.D., the citizens turned down Roman aid and rebuilt it themselves. Laodicea was famous for the black cloth produced from the beautiful wool from its sheep. The citizens were proud of their black clothing, but Jesus saw them as naked and advised them to be clothed in the white clothes of His righteousness.<br />
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The city was also situated near the quarry from which came a powder used to make salve for eye ailments. Jesus saw their blindness and told them to anoint their eyes with the salve He offered in order to restore their sight.<br />
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This letter to Laodicea is especially poignant because God was talking to the church there. His own people were blind, naked, poor, and tepid.<br />
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This breaks my heart.<br />
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I have so many times been all these things. I have been too full of the world's cares to see my emptiness, too blind with duty to see my nakedness, too busy with the temporal to have time for the eternal.<br />
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Thank God He loves me enough to reprove me. Today He stands waiting at the door of our hearts. I can't help but wonder, <i>How did it get closed?</i> I didn't mean for it to happen. I don't know when it happened.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7054262508647276141.post-31176611138394308892013-04-27T16:15:00.000-07:002013-04-27T16:15:51.099-07:00Baby Blues<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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She's a new girl, and she's having trouble adjusting to life in my office. Sometimes she doesn't listen to me. Other times, she just sits and stares into space.<br />
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No, I don't have a difficult employee. I have a brand-new computer. She is doing a lot of whining right now.<br />
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So am I. I've spent the last couple of days working on it. I spent today talking with the friendly folks at tech support to figure out what is making my baby so colicky.<br />
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It's not like it's my first one. I've been a new mom before. I remember the late nights holding its hand, the little messes it makes, the days I have to give it a time-out until it does what it's told.<br />
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Right now it's pretty much consuming my days. I'm on a first name basis with the tech guys. We're going to chat again next week, to see if the wayward child is responding to therapy.<br />
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I'll try to keep up my posting in the meantime. But if I miss a day, it's probably because I'm conferring with the doctors. Or my baby's been banished to the corner.<br />
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">For the LORD GOD is my
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Some years back a traveling evangelist came to a nearby town to hold Billy Graham-style meetings in the school gym. His team asked for assistance from the area churches for people to pray, to counsel, and to help with the music.</div>
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Someone asked me to sing a special, which I gladly did. The night I sang, an acquaintance from my school days came up and mentioned how much she liked the song. She just kept on about how amazing it was. I secretly basked in the praise but replied as humbly as possible, "Oh, it wasn't my doing. You remember how shy I was in school."</div>
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"I know," she agreed, "that's what made the song so amazing."</div>
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Okay. It wasn't my ability that impressed her. It was the fact I had been able to get up there at all. That was humbling.</div>
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Later I was struck by two things:</div>
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*The fact I was stung by her agreement with the very words out of my mouth.</div>
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*How much God has really changed me from the timid little teenager I once was.</div>
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Often our lives become so full we spend much of it<i> doing</i>, instead of<i> being</i>. This is usually considered to be bad. If we are doing the right things, however, we don't stay the same. Somewhere along the way, the song changes. We may not even realize how much.</div>
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I once yearned for the acceptance and approval of others. The more I tried, the more I embarrassed myself. After a few of those failures, I retreated to a life of safety in the shadows.</div>
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That's where God found me, dusted me off, and gave me a new song.</div>
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Today I have an audience of One. My goal is to make every day a solo performance straight from the heart to the only person whose approval I need. I already have His acceptance.</div>
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I fail at that goal every day, of course, because I'm so miserably human. But I know God is still at work on me. His stage is the secret place of my soul. His spotlight reveals my motives, illumines my heart, and dispels the shadows. </div>
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Being under the spotlight can feel pretty intimidating. It can get a little heated under the light. It's a good place to be, though.</div>
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Lit up. Under scrutiny. Singing our song for Him.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">How have you changed over the years? Has it been for the better or for the worse? Can you think of a time you feel under the spotlight of God's scrutiny? What did you learn from it?</span> </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7054262508647276141.post-61181362545637208272013-04-20T09:08:00.001-07:002013-04-20T09:11:22.692-07:00Missing in Action<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>Whatever is true, </i><br />
<i>whatever is honorable, </i><br />
<i>whatever is right,</i><br />
<i>whatever is pure, </i><br />
<i>whatever is lovely, </i><br />
<i>whatever is of good repute,</i><br />
<i>if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise,</i><br />
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Yesterday I went MIA. Yes, gone. Missing in action on this site.<br />
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Like much of the nation, I've been consumed with the unfolding tragedy in Massachusetts. I've been grieving with the bombing victims and their families, cheering on the authorities in their search for the suspects, and praying for safety for all involved.<br />
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I awakened yesterday morning with a deep sense of sadness and fatigue. I decided to scale back my usual duties and take a break from the news. My husband and I took an afternoon drive and went shopping. He helped me buy some curtains for the living room and put them up in the evening.<br />
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We picked up some fast food and enjoyed a quiet dinner with the family. At ten p.m. I was ironing curtains and thinking about what a wonderfully patient husband I have. <br />
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Now, I'm not exactly recommending shopping as a cure for the blues. I'm only suggesting it.<br />
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What I am encouraging is a healthy balance between work and play. Between grief and celebration. It's not healthy to turn away from injustice and the suffering of others. Neither is dwelling there.<br />
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We have become a society sickened by the macabre. Death is the new frontier, and we are fascinated with its exploration. We fixate on the what revolts us, while a world of beauty and life blooms around us largely unnoticed.<br />
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Jesus came to deliver us from the bondage of death.Then He sent us back into it to pull others out of the wreckage. We give our hearts to a hurting world, but we keep our minds closely guarded against its influence. <br />
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I'm back today, more refreshed and grateful for the many beautiful ways God reveals Himself to me.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Are you ever caught up in the sadness around you? How do you keep your mind focused on those<span style="font-size: x-small;"> qualities described in Philippians <span style="font-size: x-small;">4:8? What are some specific ways to "<span style="font-size: x-small;">d<span style="font-size: x-small;">well on these things"?</span></span></span></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7054262508647276141.post-58096130686532441592013-04-16T14:28:00.002-07:002013-04-16T14:33:01.463-07:00In an Instant<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>For soon it is gone and we fly away.</i></div>
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Like many Americans on April 15, I watched with horror as the events at the Boston Marathon unfolded. My immediate interest was in learning if an acquaintance who was running in the marathon had escaped harm. As the nation awaited more details of the bombing, news outlets filled the hours replaying videos of the first moments of the blasts.<br />
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One video in particular struck me. At the moment the first blast ripped through the crowd, the area was engulfed in thick, white smoke. As people ran from--and toward--the carnage, a small bunch of yellow balloons slipped from the chaos and floated toward heaven.<br />
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A wave of emotion rose in my throat. Some child had only moments before been laughing, playing, eating goodies, and clinging with pride to those balloons. Then the laughter was gone, swept away in the violence that killed and maimed and stole away innocence forever.<br />
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Today I learned that at least nine of the victims of the terrorist attack were children. This morning the name of eight-year-old Martin Richard was released. Martin slipped into eternity in the same blast that critically injured his mother and sister.<br />
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"I just can't get a handle on it," neighbor Jack Cunningham said of the boy's death. "In an instant, life changes."<br />
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Life is precious. It's a gift, and it's too short to be squandered. Cherish it and fill it with all the joy you can find. Make every moment count for eternity.<br />
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You never know what the next instant will bring. <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">What <span style="font-size: x-small;">keeps us from living life to its very fullest? How does this dishonor the Giver of <span style="font-size: x-small;">Life? <span style="font-size: x-small;">In what ways</span></span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"> can <span style="font-size: x-small;">we make better choices in order to live in joy, no<span style="font-size: x-small;"> matter what our days bring? </span></span></span>What can you <span style="font-size: x-small;">c<span style="font-size: x-small;">han<span style="font-size: x-small;">ge</span></span></span> today so that if the next instant brings eternity, you will be ready? </span><br />
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Resources:<br />
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The Associated Press<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7054262508647276141.post-38414607969573645322013-04-09T09:28:00.000-07:002013-04-09T10:05:51.366-07:00Look to the Mountains<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><span class="line line-s" id="line_21">I will lift my eyes to the Maker</span> </span></i></div>
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<i><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><span class="line line-s" id="line_22">Of the mountains I can't climb</span>
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<i><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><span class="line line-s" id="line_23">I will lift my eyes to the calmer</span></span></i></div>
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<i><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><span class="line line-s" id="line_24">Of the oceans raging wild</span>
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<i><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><span class="line line-s" id="line_26">Of the hurt I hold inside</span>
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<i><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><span class="line line-s" id="line_27">I will lift my eyes, lift my eyes</span> <span class="line line-s hover" id="line_28">to You</span></span></i></div>
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Yesterday was gray and cold here in the northern Idaho, matching my spirits. I stood at the sink in our kitchen, making dinner and contemplating (code word for "worrying") about a couple of ongoing trials in our family.</div>
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I'm a fixer-upper by nature. When a problem is presented to me, my first reaction is to start problem-solving. A friend once told me we are a "git 'er done" kind of family. It's very frustrating to me when someone I love hits a wall, and no answer presents itself.</div>
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My kitchen window looks upriver toward the east. As I loaded dishes in the dishwasher and "contemplated" the situation, the sun--which had hid its face most of the day--appeared briefly to light up the brown hills that loomed on the horizon. They glowed in stark relief against the waning day as a Scripture popped into my head:</div>
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<i>I will lift my eyes to the mountains;</i></div>
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<i> My help comes from the LORD,</i></div>
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<i>Who made heaven and earth.</i></div>
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What does it mean to "lift my eyes to the mountains"? How do we "lift our eyes" when trouble hits?</div>
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For the Psalmist, looking to the mountains may have meant looking toward the hills of Jerusalem, where the temple stood. Israelites traditionally turned to Jerusalem to pray. But the Scripture indicates more.</div>
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It's our reminder that God is a creator, an infinite problem-solver, a powerful ally. The Scripture challenges us to look up when we're feeling down. It encourages up to set our sights on God when our natural response is to look inward. Mountains remind us of God's ability to call us to new heights of faith, to conquer hardship and gain broader perspectives.</div>
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They require a change of direction and reward us with a vast new horizon.<br />
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Are you challenged today? Do your trials have you feeling down? Lift up your eyes. God will take care of the rest. <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">What is your biggest challenge today? <span style="font-size: x-small;">What answers <span style="font-size: x-small;">do you need? </span></span>What practical steps can you take to "lif<span style="font-size: x-small;">t your eyes" to <span style="font-size: x-small;">God?</span></span></span><br />
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