Dear Sweet Girl,
There’s so much I wish someone had been there to tell you when you were a small child, and in your teens. Since no one seemed to care much what went on in your life then, I decided to write to you to tell you what I would have told you at eighteen years of age. I hope you don’t mind the intrusion.
First of all, you aren’t worthless and you aren’t a failure. No. You. Are. Not.
You are lovable, you are lovely, you are loved! Continue reading
Do you, like me, sometimes
wonder why God even created you?
‘…For You formed my inward parts; You wove me in my mother’s womb.
I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Wonderful are Your works,
And my soul knows it very well. Continue reading
April was child abuse awareness month. I may be a month late, but I think any month is a good month to raise awareness.
If heinousity was a word, it would apply to child abuse as much as atrocity, and horrific do. Many times children live with such unnecessary pain and heartache, and have no idea abuse is not normal. It may take until the teen years for them to realize that what goes on at home is abuse.
Usually, abusive parents are very careful to keep their young children within their sight and control, and strictly warn the kids they are not to say anything to anyone. Ever. The children grow up burdened with a huge load not ever meant for children to carry. If they do speak up about the abuse they get ostracized by their parents for betraying the family, if not more severely beaten.
As a small child, I have only about two dozen memories of the first ten years of my life, and most of these memories are of some sort of abuse. Once, I feared my mother’s wrath so badly I had to beg my grandmother to interfere. Continue reading
“Hi, I’m at the store and want to buy this plaque really, really bad. I want you to talk me out of it,” I phoned my husband.
“What? Well, what does it say?”
“It is shaped like a dog biscuit and it says, ‘The more people I meet, the more I like my DOG.'”
He laughed. “That’s a good one. Why do you want me to talk you out of it?”
“Because that’s exactly how I feel right now, but don’t think we need the plaque. So talk me out of it. Juts say something like, Honey; we don’t need one more plaque.”
Please watch the video below put out by St. Mark Lutheran Church, De Pere, WI.
What is it Like Being a Dad.
Rise up to your call as a father.
Accept the gift God has given you.
Every child needs a dad.
Every child needs your leadership.
Every child needs your strengths.
Every child needs your guidance.
Every child needs your genuine love.
I know this because I was one of those children without a dad and never had any type of father image, not because my father died in the war or in a car accident or anything like that, but simply because my father never cared to meet me or know what I looked like. Continue reading
To my dear brother Mario,
I just wanted to let you know that though we didn’t grow up together or have a chance to build brother-sister memories…
and you never made me cry…
or pull my hair…
or fought with me…
or drove me crazy…
or watched me succeed…
or saw me fail and laughed…
or scolded me… Continue reading
There once was a man named Joe who was filled with a great deal of bitterness.
Whenever Joe thought of Dan, he became enraged. Dan greatly cost Joe when he robbed him in a business partnership.
Whenever Joe thought of his neighbor Lucy, he resented the way she raked most of her fall leaves into his yard, year after year. He had seen her do that himself, yet when he pointed it out she denied it. Heat rose up his shirt collar when she worked in her yard.
He wanted to beat the daylights out of his neighbor Sam, across the street. Sam borrowed a perfectly working snow blower and returned it broken, after he cleared his rocky driveway more than once. Sam then told Joe the blower never worked. Continue reading
For God so loved the world that He gave His only Begotten Son that whosoever believes in Him will not perish but have everlasting life. John 3:16
The worth of something is based on what someone is willing to pay for it.
Jesus thought you and I were worth the very living blood in His body. He paid a great price for us because of His love for us. Just as most parents would go to any length to pay a great ransom price if their child is kidnapped.
EXCEPT that we willingly walk away from God. BUT—He still is willing to redeem us. Continue reading
Lets not let an unwholesome thought keep us imprisoned in a place of pain.
I sprained my ankle Memorial Day Weekend, and because I was foolish and did not nurse it properly, I found myself practically housebound most of this year. UGHHHH!!!!!
Eager for connection with humanity, I asked my sweet friend about the woman’s Bible study at her church. It was based on the book by Lysa Terkeurst, Made to Crave. Lysa writes that some of us tend to satisfy deep desires and emotional emptiness or stress with food, instead of God. We were created to crave God, but in our fallen state we curb that craving with anything else, including food.
This curbing only offers temporary satisfaction. Because when the food craving is over, all we are left with is guilt and a tighter pair of jeans. Continue reading
The article below was posted on BookLovers1 blog. It is a phenomenal article. When I read it, it immediately brought to mind my own similar story.
A Call From God
One Saturday night, a pastor was working late and decided to call his wife before he left for home. It was about 10:00 PM, but his wife didn’t answer the phone. The pastor let it ring many times. He thought it was odd that she didn’t answer but decided to wrap up a few things and try again in a few minutes. When he tried again, she answered right away. He asked her why she hadn’t answered before, and she said that it hadn’t rung at their house. They brushed it off as a fluke and went on their merry ways.
The following Monday, the pastor received a call at the church office, which was the phone that he’d used that Saturday night. The man that he spoke with wanted to know why he’d called on Saturday night. The pastor couldn’t figure out what the man was talking about. Continue reading