tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170618962012-02-14T13:42:58.959-08:00Jeremiah 29:11 "For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the LORD, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a HOPE."Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09082191275070224847noreply@blogger.comBlogger1021100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17061896.post-44228441959954616672012-02-14T10:32:00.000-08:002012-02-14T13:42:59.117-08:00

Validation Day. I think of it as a "Performance Day" or "The Day of Great Expectations" both as a mom and as a wife. Let me be clear, these expectations haven't been imposed by anyone but myself. Nevertheless, they can be frustrating and impede my progress. As a mom, I would love to have showered my kiddos with the grand gifts, crafts and celebrations like other moms do. Just to be organized

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As the wife of a pastor I am keenly aware that there are plenty of people watching me and my children to see if we are going to mess up. I can tell you right now...we have, we do and we will, just like you will. The majority of the mistakes I have made are directly related to my need to measure up to the standards of those around me. Since everyone lives by different standards (even within

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It seems like almost everyone has a blog these days. According to BlogPulse, there were 156 million blogs on the internet as of June 2011. It seems like everyone has something to talk about. The information superhighway has brought more knowledge to our fingertips in the last 25 years than we could have ever imagined "back in the olden days". Unfortunately, along with the

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I know, the first question many of you will ask, "What is Gotcha Day"? There are many of us who have adopted children on a day other than their birthday who celebrate the day we first physically held our children as "Gotcha Day". We tell our kiddos "this is the day that we gotcha"! For us it was November 8, 1999. After nearly a week of making plans (preceded by years of prayer and longing

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(Note: I started this on the first day of school but things have been hectic. I decided to finish and publish it anyway.) No matter if your sixth grader attends the last year of elementary or the first year of middle school, sixth grade is a big deal. There are so many changes, expectations of a new level of maturity and relationships with classmates begin to change throughout the year. Well,

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Who knew that advocating for your child could get messier than changing a eleven year old's diapers? It goes to show you, I always have something to learn. In the current battle over words and an effort to bring attention to how the media handles hurtful "jokes", I found myself defending my position to folks who I thought were on the same side of the issue as I am. I guess even in the community

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Last week I found myself actively fighting a war that usually just takes place in my head. The whole conversation about words and the power behind them has had my brain engaged in this battle all week long. Some very thoughtful posts have caught my attention but the comment follow-up has captivated me. As I mentioned in my previous post, the words themselves are not as worrisome as the attitudes

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Does she look like someone who is fair game when it comes to making jokes? Do you find her disabilities to be funny? I know it is hard to look at her and even imagine that someone would use her situation to get laughs but it happens a lot it makes me angry! Really, look at her. Does that fact that her condition includes "retardation" even stop and make you think when you hear someone

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Real Hope Ministries India: Day 8- Pastor's Convention #3: "We have been invited into many areas to conduct our Pastor's Convention. There is such a great need and hunger for training, but labore..."

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It's no secret, I am madly in love with my husband. It didn't just happen overnight but it has been happening over the last 20 plus years. Really though, happened  is the wrong word. Everything good has come from investing in the marriage and each other as well as a common faith in Jesus Christ. Anything negative was at the root, selfishness on either one or both parts. Plain and simple. You

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Day 7 Salem Pastors Conference With 150 pastors in attendance the Conference was a success. The feedback we received was as good as the Sathy Conference 3 days before. A group of area pastors networked together to host the first ever Real Hope Pastors Conference here in Salem. They were able to secure the old YMCA building which had western style restroom accommodations which was a blessing

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It has been over a year and a half since I introduced you to Reese. A sweet little girl who was born with the same genetic disorder as The Princess and lived on this earth exactly one year. She passed from here into eternity on her first birthday but she has left a legacy that cannot be measured. Her ministry still goes on and reaches farther than any of us may ever know. The last couple of

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My goal when I write is to always find hope in the everyday happenings of life. Encouraging those who may drop by to live their life to the fullest, to see what God has for us that is better than we thought and to leave others feeling hopeful in a world that seems hopeless.  At the same time, I want to remain genuine and transparent. It wouldn't do any good to try and make anyone think that I

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The Coffee Guy has been writing down his thoughts about this trip. Day 4 Sathy Pastors ConferenceMonths of planning and prayer brought us to Monday and the first of 3 Pastors Conferences presented by Real Hope Ministries and hosted by local Pastors. By 10:45 the rented Conference Hall above the local bar in downtown Sathy was nearly full with fervently worshipping Pastors and church leaders

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It might seem like I am cheating but I really believe that it is best not to try to improve something that is already perfect the way it is. Our ministry partner's wife has posted photos and updates on the Real Hope Ministries blogsite. You will be touched and blessed. I promise! Always, Hope

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As much as I have tried to keep up the news of India, life here at home has been more than I can handle on my own. Thankfully, our church body has been faithful in not only checking in on us but stopping by to fill any need we have.The Princess had a doctor visit this week as well as x-rays, Max is recovering from emergency surgery after ingesting a ball and some items that still haven't been

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Sunday 7/17Day 3Journaled on James 1:22-25. I am to be a doer of the Word and not just a hearer. If I just read His Word and not put feet to it I’m fooling myself. I believe my time in India will be a beginning of a change that will hopefully surprise me.We walked the back alley about 300 yards from Ravi’s parent’s home to go to church today. An incredibly small cobbled together building with a

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I will add descriptions when I get them. Stay tuned...

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Wouldn't it be nice for me to tell you that while The Coffee Guy is in India, everything here is going smoothly? That happens in perfect world and as you probably know by now, this is real world. Real world showed up in a big way yesterday. It started with The Princess throwing up. In the past, protocol was the take her immediately to the ER but since in all other ways she seemed to be feeling

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For more photos and descriptions go to Real Hope India's Blog.

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I received this from the Coffee Guy this morning: I am so glad I didn’t learn to drive here. The first thing I noticed was that the line painted in the middle of the road to divide the flow of traffic is just a suggestion at best. The second, was the drivers  hand never leaves the horn button! It is Saturday (day 2) and the internet is finally up. Ravi’s parents are perfect hosts, and the food

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To those who have been to India or have heard the stories, The Coffee Guy is getting used to eating with his right hand. He is even learning how to break his bread without the help of his left. He is experiencing the culture but most of all he is already feeling a deeper relationship to Jesus Christ, the same Saviour that these dear families worship and seek to know in a deeper way. I am sure

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The second call came in this morning and what I heard was beautiful. The voice of The Coffee Guy with numerous horns in the background. He was speaking to me on a cell phone outside of the his host's residence. What touched me was the excitement in his voice. With all of the preparation and work to get ready for this trip, I truly forgot how amazing this trip will be for him and by extension,

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The "safe landing" call came in about a half an hour ago. No other information but our travelers are on their way to the last portion of their destination. It will no doubt be the most difficult. A six hour drive from the airport until they get to their place of rest.I have been following flight trackers and found comfort in knowing when they were over places like Ireland and when the landed in

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I know that a day and a half isn't really a long time. I am acutely aware that my friends whose husbands are deployed across the world in dangerous circumstances wait much longer to hear from their spouses. I'm trying not to whine, really I am but it isn't easy and frankly, it is weird. It's not that I mind making my own coffee, feeding the dog or doing Alli's morning routine. I appreciate all

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They have been preparing for months. Meeting to pray, study and plan to travel to the southern portions of India. Today The Coffee Guy and his ministry partner Ravi (aka Rough and Ready) began the physical portion of their journey when they headed to the airport this afternoon. Early in the morning they will board a plane that will take them to the other side of the earth where villages,

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What does it mean that something has value? In the monetary sense value is based on the amount of money you can receive from an object or in exchange for a service. Value can be directly tied to what we are willing to put into it or how highly we esteem the item. If we go by Antique Road Show standards, it would depend on how rare the item is or who actually created it. If it is the latest "must

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This will stick with me a long time. What a priceless gift to spend time with these exceptional families! I will be forever grateful for so many precious memories in one weekend. Some memories are unique to our group, some to the host family and the rest to the Dallas area. Sleepyhead My Little SnugglerA good name for herwould be Roomba Proud Nana G'Ma Practice Beautiful Pondfilled with

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Last week I had the privilege to fly with The Princess to meet several other families who share the same genetic disorder, Emanuel Syndrome, as our little girl. I knew it would be fun but I never guessed how much each one of these kiddos would burrow even deeper into my soul and teach me things I think everyone should know. Here are just a few of them. Life Is Better When... you smile. laugh

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We have been given the privilege of parenting two beautiful children. One who was born to us, one who placed with us. They are both miracles in their own right but this writing is about the youngest. For those new to this blog, The Princess was born with a rare genetic disorder known as Emanuel Syndrome. It causes multiple medical anomalies and developmental disabilities. There are just a

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I didn't meet the challenge. Life happened. So I'm going to post it all at once. Photos with minimal explanations will have to do. Day 24 - A picture of something you wish you could change. I would change how fast life happened between this and this Day 25 - A picture of your day. Anything she needs becomesmy day and I am fine with that! Day 26 - A picture of something that means a

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This book holds so much meaning for me I can't completely explain but it involves holding my children in my lap and reading this over as many times as they would allow. I also remember my Mom reading it to them as well. It taught me that my eldest loves me "all the way to Jesus' head". I plan to have several copies on hand to read to grandchildren. Always,Hope

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Relaxing Always,Hope

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Middle School...nuff said Always,Hope

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Tuscany Always,Hope

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Slippers made by G'ma, a groovy lunch bag, matching raincoat, hat and umbrella. My mom made the dress for the bride doll and of course I got a doll who could ride a trike. It was a lovely Christmas. Always,Hope

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After 18 years of being entirely responsible as a parent to my beautiful Ray of Sunshyne, she has now taken a giant leap into adulthood. Her marriage, three months ago today, has made a very large impact on all of our lives. Its a beautiful change. Something you dream of for years and when its time, it is so right and so precious. We are as proud as parents could be of who she is, who she has

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This is Megan. Affectionately known as Meggie Muffin to her family, she lives in Ireland and when I say she lives, I mean she really lives! When Megan entered this world, her family had already been told to expect that she wouldn't breathe and if she did it would be for a short time. That was over a year ago. This little fighter refused to give up. Defying the reports, she not only kept

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Enjoy my grandchildren like this Grandma did! Always,Hope

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I am pretty sure no one is paying close attention but just in case, yes, I know I missed a few days. (Mainly because I wasn't keen on naming someone in my life better than someone else.) If that means I failed the challenge than so be it. The funny thing is, today's topic is exactly what was on my heart to share anyway. A Picture Of Someone You Could Never Imagine Your Life Without The

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I have already posted my feelings about competition. The idea that someone has more value in someone's life than someone else is strange to me. Those who have touched my life have blessed different areas and got me through different things. The obvious first choice is my Mom. She stood by me with unconditional love through the most tumultuous times of my life. She was there for the birth of my

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This is my brother wearing Minnie ears. The Princess seems to be wondering what he is up to. It makes me laugh because he makes me laugh! Always,Hope

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My Mom's Bible In a previous post I wrote about my Mother's Bible. In this photo it is the one on the bottom. Read here to discover the significance of this "Most Treasured Item". Always,Hope

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No one complains when she gets pudding on her face. She dances wherever and whenever she wants to! She knows what it means to be a princess. She is comfortable with her own sense of style. Yes indeed, I would trade places with her anytime! Always,Hope

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At my age and with the amazing family God has given to me, I have countless beautiful memories so choosing one was too difficult. I decided to post a photo that began thousands of favorite memories. This was the first time the four of us went to Disneyland together and the first time any of us had been to California Adventure Park. This was the time that we discovered what a wonderful place for

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(Technically it said "night" but you can call it artistic freedom) This is my "knight". He isn't perfect but that is what makes him perfect for me. He loves me and he is loving to my children. He didn't have role models growing up for parenting or in the role of a husband so he has chosen to do his best at following the example or our loving Heavenly Father. The fact that he is willing to

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NCIS I don't really have a favorite TV show. I am at the place in my life that I find enjoyment in several different genres and it all can depend on my mood. I like shows I can enjoy with my family or friends. NCIS is one that my Dad and I tune to when he is visiting so for today, it can be my favorite. I guess its time for Dad to visit again soon. Always,Hope

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To my left in this photo is my dear friend Kristen. This picture says so much because she has been by my side since our Junior year in high school. We sat together at graduation. We were college roommates. She was my maid of honor, has been shoulder to cry on, girlfriend to laugh with and voice of reason. Although we can go months without talking, she has been a constant friend. She is beautiful

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" A picture of yourself with fifteenfacts" (I assume about myself). Watching my Daughter dancewith her father on her wedding day. 1.  I married my FedEx man.2.  I am the mother of two amazing miracles.3.  I am a blessed mother-in-law.4.  I am the youngest child of five.5.  I am the youngest grandchild of Twenty Eight on one side of the family.6.  I am second to the youngest grandchild of

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I thought this was a fun idea so here goes! Day 01 - A picture of yourself with fifteen facts. Day 02 - A picture of you and the person you have been close with for the longest. Day 03 - A picture of the cast from your favorite show. Day 04 - A picture of your night. Day 05 - A picture of your favorite memory. Day 06 - A picture of a person you'd love to trade places with for a day. Day 07 - A

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This little girl is amazing!I know everyone thinks that about their child but this little lady has defied the odds, captured hearts and blessed so many. That is why it is hard for some to believe that there are places that this sweet soul is not as welcome as you might think. To be completely open, no one would come out and say she isn't welcome. Its just that it is too much of a strain on

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With so much talk these days about minimalism and simplicity it has become popular to cut back on spending and gathering unwanted possessions. My friend declared that their family would be exchanging vintage or re-purposed items this year. For us, it was a matter of necessity that led us to scaling back our Christmas. Afterall, this month started off with our daughter's wedding and a trip to

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My daughter is married. It is still a foreign thing to say but it is a sweet reality that this weekend was the culmination of many months of anticipation and planning. Years of preparation, prayer and hope have been put into raising her to be a woman who follows God, is kind to those around her and ready to face the trials of marriage with her faith firmly rooted in the truth. The ceremony was

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I am aware that I am tardy on addressing this topic, some may slow or even retarded in saying anything. Did you gasp when you read that? Were you appalled? Of all people, why would I use such a term? How dare I say that? I dared to use it because I used it correctly. My usage was to refer to being slow or slower than most in doing what I have set out to do. The word itself is not what is at issue

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This is not a writing about kids sports and the current trend towards removing competition and scoring in order to make everyone feel good. I have no problem with children (and even adults) competing in sports, band performances or other scored activities that cause them to work hard to achieve goals. Measuring yourself against other athletes can help you to improve in areas that are important

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My Mom loved reading the Word, praying and sharing what she learned. She had a skillful way of weaving biblical truths into many conversations throughout my life. One of my favorites came to mind today as I read in the 4th chapter of Philippians. During a discussion of my television viewing habits (specifically a "soap opera"), she encouraged me to put it to the Philippians 4:8 test. Scripture

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I'm still camping out in Philippians and loving it! A sweet friend encouraged me to spend time there in lieu of the regular Life Journaling that our church is engaged in. I am doing a similar thing by keeping a journal, spending time reading and praying every morning. The difference is, I am reading and rereading Philippians. I love how the Word of God really is living water. I can always pick up

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Growing up in what one might call the "Christian Community", I have seen an interesting dynamic in the attitudes and actions over the years. This includes my own attitudes which in turn have affected my behavior. This week during one of my "daily soaks in the Word", I was moved by one word in one verse so much that I have already seen a change I was hoping for in my own heart. Philippians 4:5 "

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As long as I live I will never forget the look on Serena's face when she lifted the hanger off of a rack during a trip to the garments district. After reading the tag "One size fits all" she let out a loud "HA! That's a lie from the garment industry!" Serena had been fighting the battle of weight loss her entire life. She was an inpatient at an eating disorders clinic and was on a group outing

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Today was his day. We honored our Coffee Guy by giving him his choice of where to eat and what to do. We have had a lot of fun but it was a time to reflect as well. The church service was dedicated to fathers with the worship dance team sharing "Butterfly Kisses" (with both fathers and mothers dancing with their daughters) and our pastor blessing us as he always does. This time there was special

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There is no eloquent way to say it, the weather this year is strange. Its mid June and we haven't hit 80 once. Yes, I live in the Pacific Northwest, yes it rains here but trust me, not this much at this time of year. We even live in a section that is sometimes referred to as the banana belt of the Northwest but you wouldn't know it if you just showed up in the past few weeks. It has been cold,

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I am now a "Parent of a High School Graduate". Something that many of us take for granted but I am keenly aware that not everyone achieves this milestone. For us it was this past Sunday. I had the wonderful privilege of sitting with family and friends in the wind, rain and hail to watch my daughter walk across the stage to get her diploma holder (getting the diploma came right after in the 

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To My Ray of Sunshine, Your arrival into this world was no accident. You were prayed and hoped for longer than seems possible. At the news of your impending arrival, the joy we felt was beyond comprehension. We began praying at that time that you would be blessed with health both spiritually and physically, also that the Lord would guide us in raising you. Your life so far has been more than

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Just now, as I finished reading four updates from CaringBridge, a website for families to share their medical journeys with friends  and families, I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. A sense that I must admit, I wasn't feeling earlier this evening. With this Year of Lasts, comes transitions into a different phase of motherhood. Mother's Day takes on a whole new look and feel. There really

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There are days when I feel inner strength that just can't be explained. There are also times when I can't explain my feeling of weakness but it's there. From somewhere deep inside, it bubbles to the surface, catching me off guard and I feel myself crumbling. My emotions become fragile and every interaction is a delicate operation. I have had several of those days this week. Coming off of almost

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One of the most wonderful phrases we hear in our lives is, "Welcome Home"! I know how much I love hearing it but yesterday brought new meaning to saying it or more accurately, shouting it. We live in a beautiful area in the Pacific Northwest that is considered smalltown. Our mayor is a vice principal at the local high school, one of our county commissioner has been a local farmer and almost

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As parents we spend a lot of time photographing, journaling and videotaping our children's firsts. First steps, first words, first spinach, first dayS of school, first dateS, first jobS are all celebrated with victorious applause. This year, our Ray of Sunshyne is celebrating a year of "lasts". Last first day of school, last high school drama performance, last marching band half time

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Let me preface this post with this thought, I don't write these words or share these thoughts because I have a grasp on anything. This is a project for me. Its one of my classes in the school of life. As I research, read, interact and experiment I am writing a paper of sorts. Sharing with the class the things I am finding out about my life. Just walking along with my schoolmates. Although most of

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Ever since I can remember I have enjoyed acting. As a child I was thrilled to be picked for "All I Want For Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth". I was one of the lucky ones whose teeth were int he right stage of development to be part of the song. Still, I am sure I was out to prove that it was on my abilities alone that I was chosen for the part. In middle school I was Helga the Spy in "Suitable

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I was a young teen when one of the most watched mini-series hit television and for my younger readers, there is no way to explain the phenomena that was Alex Haley's "Roots: The Saga of an American Family". America was glued nightly to the story of young Kunta Kinte as he began his pilgrimage as a slave and the generations to follow who passed down his story to future great grandchildren. The 

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I adore music. I love to listen to a variety of styles. The music I enjoy most is the music that speaks to me. Some music invokes memories of a simpler time while others can bring on a twinge of melancholy without notice. Whenever "Blessed Be Your Name" is played I think of how I had requested that song for my Mom's memorial. Instead, "Blessed Be THE Name" was sang. After my initial shock and

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I am reposting my parent's love story as featured on CBS morning show in the Fall of 2007. for those of you who are new to this site, Mom passed away January 7, 2009. As you might guess, we miss her every day. Always,Hope

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On Sunday, during another wonderful service, there were several people who chose to have prayer for various needs in their lives. While praying the Pastor asked God to release people from their chains or in other words from those things that were keeping them bound up and unable to move forward. This brought on a beautiful time of release and the ability for many to move forward in their lives.

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Reconciliation is one if those words in which the same basic meaning can be applied to a variety of situations. We reconcile our checkbooks, marriages and ourselves.Dictionary.com states: rec⋅on⋅cil⋅i⋅a⋅tion 1. an act of reconciling or the state of being reconciled. 2. the process of making consistent or compatible. The ministry of Jesus was to reconcile us to our God. Because our sin

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I have mentioned before how much my Mom loved the Word of God. She loved to read it, soak it in and even teach it. (She was a part of Bible Study Fellowship International for twenty years or more.) She also didn't just study it, she practiced it. I often wonder if it would be the same now. Would she have the time or with all of today's distractions, would it be more difficult with cell phones, 

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I am constantly reminded of God's principles. I believe His teachings are meant to bless me and certainly His Word gives me direction I can trust to keep me on the right path. The Scriptures hold the keys to not only spiritual health but emotional fitness as well. When 2 Corinthians 10:5b (NKJV) states: "...bringing every thought into captivity to the obedience of Christ" it gives us a plan to

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A year ago today, the body of my mother was laid to rest in a cemetery outside of Los Angeles. We know she wasn't there but the arms that held me as a little girl, the warm eyes that greeted me as a confused teen and the smile that stayed with me as a joyous bride won't be seen again. They all belonged to a body that had done its job here on earth. The sweet soul that was once among us, is now

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My Mom's bible is a treasure to me. It is well used and when I find passages underlined I am drawn in. Yesterday, while reading Luke 6 my eyes caught three highlighted paragraphs. Knowing that I was following the previous post this couldn't be an accident. I was exactly where I needed to be.The passage begins at verse 27   “But I say to you who hear: Love your enemies, do good to those who hate

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There are a few members of my family that enjoy a good crime drama. True life crime stories are just as fascinating. What amazes me is the lengths that some will go to in order to trap their victims. Poison can be one of the most difficult methods to detect. Did you know that poison can be sweet? It can be hidden in everyday food so its not detected by the target or those observing. I'm

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In case you haven't heard, tonight is New Years Eve. It's also a Blue Moon. Its sure to be a beautiful night provided that clouds keep their distance.  Its also a great time to do something you've been putting off. Oh, I know that many hope to make changes, start over and implement "resolutions" as 2010 begins. After all, we aren't just entering a new year, we are beginning a fresh decade.

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Mom called it "the Sandwich Generation". Parenting your children at the same time you are taking care of your parents. In reality, I don't have to take care of my Dad. He is still very capable of taking care of himself. I guess I am just protective. Today he is traveling back to his home. His flight has already been delayed over an hour causing him to miss his connection. I found myself speaking

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This has been a year of milestones for our family. In August, the Coffee Guy turned 50, in September the Princess celebrated her 10th birthday, October was our 20th wedding anniversary and today, my Ray of Sunshyn turns 18. It seems completely unbelievable how fast the time has sped by. Considering all of the things I had hoped to teach her, wondering if I missed anything and being thankful that

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We have a growing collection of special ornaments. It started back when my brother passed away suddenly in the midst of my wedding preparations. One of the beautiful arrangements that came held a bird in a nest. My Mom's dearest friend, (we call her Auntie Fran) made a beautiful ornament to display every year. Ever since, when someone close passes away, we honor them with an ornament that

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My Dad is visiting and I am thoroughly enjoying it. Today we took a short shopping trip and he repeated a story I have only recently heard. I love when he tells about his childhood. I have no issues with hearing stories more than once because chances are I'll catch new details. Today, was one of those times. As we passed a Salvation Army bell ringer with the signature red bucket, he told me about

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Always,Hope

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We have always referred to her as "The Princess". More and more I hear people referring to their daughters in the same way. A princess is royalty and that describes her well. She is a daughter of the King. I know when many people see her for the first time, they see her chair, crooked smile or even her drooly chin. I don't see that any more. I see her bright eyes (when she is feeling well), her 

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You might know that I also write a prayer blog. It brings attention children with serious illness and their families so they can have prayer and support. I know from experience how comforting it is to know that my child is being prayed for when her health is precarious. Its not a surprise to most folks that Christ's followers are asked to pray for those in need. In fact it comes natural to many.

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In the past few weeks I have been finding a renewed sense of calm and peace. I have been enjoying the early, quiet hours of the morning. Its no longer a "have to" but a sincere "want to". As a teen, the church we attended used a youth program that had a deep foundation in the Bible. There was a major emphasis on "quiet time". They even created a "Quiet Time Diary" and taught us how to have a

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Someone very dear to me is facing a very difficult trial in her life. Its one of those situations where you just shake your head and wonder what God has planned. We don't know but we know the following: 1. He loves us unconditionally. Romans 5:8 2. He will never leave us or forsake us. Deuteronomy 31:6 3. He has a plan. Jeremiah 29:11 4. Did I mention He loves us? Jeremiah 31:3 My

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I have never had this happen before! The Coffee Guy and I finally did the wishbone and the top popped straight up in the air leaving us both holding on to the bottoms. Does this mean both of us get our "wish" or neither of us gets it? :-) Always,Hope

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I have amazing memories of the Christmas season. My feelings of anticipation are colored by the warmth it pours into my soul every year. The giving, the celebration, traditions and making memories are always things I look forward to when Christmas rolls around. Adding to the joy, I became engaged to the Coffee Guy (at that time the FedEx® Man) on Christmas Eve and three years later gave birth to

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I realize that while I have a cold, I have a great opportunity to just sit and rest. I have been catching up on some surfing and listening to Christmas music. Online sermons are great to catch up on the Sundays we have missed as well. One particular site I have been perusing and trying to make a decision (never an easy task for me) about a child or family to bless this season.Wish Upon A Hero is

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I don't "do sick" very well at all. I don't like to ask to be waited on and I don't like to go without. Thankfully, the Coffee Guy is really good about asking me what I need and convincing me to lay down and rest. So I have spent the past two days trying to be okay with it all. Tonight I'm feeling better, my voice is back (much to the disappointment of my family) and I am hoping to enter the land

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The Princess had ear surgery this morning. She had a tube placed to relieve pressure on the left ear and she had her pre-auricular pits removed. The Coffee Guy took her while I fulfilled a prior speaking obligation. It was his first solo flight in the medical world and he did an amazing job. Although it was not a difficult surgery, it was a more involved sedation so my stress level was a bit

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Home usually means a warm, comfortable place to reside. Sometimes home is skewed by the memories of trauma or emotional chaos. Regardless of where we came from, we all have a vision of what home should be like. We all need a healthy home where we can feel welcome, be fed, get rest and be safe in every way. A church home is no different. Once we find a place that we consider "home", there is

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I find it fascinating that even though Jesus performed miracles in front of the disciples, they were still astonished when He rescued them from trouble. What also moved me was the fact that when He made use of the 5 loaves and 2 fish to feed the masses, He had drawn away to mourn the beheading of His cousin, John the Baptist (Matthew 14). There are times when I used to find myself paralyzed by

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Reese Renee is one of those sweet gifts that I refer to as a blessing in disguise, (although it was never hidden from those who knew her). A miracle in her own right and a true angel, which you might know literally means "messenger from Heaven". God used this little girl to turn my heart back to Him, to learn to trust Him more deeply and to return to my first love. On her first birthday, after

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Some may find it odd that I enjoy a good rain storm. Add some lightning, crashing thunder and you'll find me on the porch in my rocking chair taking in the sounds, smells and rich colors in the sky. Like anyone, if it happened all the time I would grow weary. Life's happenings are not unlike our crazy weather. Sometimes you have warning. You know its coming so you hunker down in your prepared

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When I speak of ministry I am referring to all Christ followers. We have all been called to minister in some way or another. We are being equipped daily to reach into the lives of others and to bring light into a very dark world. From the day that we commit our lives to Him and become born again (John 3:7b) we are destined to minister. Just like our physical life, as we grow we gain more ability,

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This morning in my Life Journal I was led to Matthew 1-4. I was impressed by the fact that before Jesus went into public ministry He was tempted in the wilderness. He had been baptized by John the Baptist, chapter 4 states He was "led by the Spirit to be tempted by the devil" and after a time of fasting and when He rejected the temptations, it says (v11) " Then the devil left Him, and behold,

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