Monday, May 19, 2008

Because of My Father

As a child my Father helped me learn to tie my shoes by drilling holes in a wood block, adding shoe laces and sitting with me showing me over and over again until I got it right. My father taught me to swim and how to ride a bike. Because of my Father,

I learned that I could accomplish things. But the memory of childhood with my Father that stands out the most is the many times my Father spent hours gently combing the tangles out of my two foot long wavy hair. My Father showed me that men could be gently and loving.

As a teenager my Father drove me to Church and Baptist youth group, chaperoned parties, set up a schedule for household chores and gave me an allowance. Because of my Father, I learned the importance of faith, of being honorable in my actions, of being productive and the importance of a budget. But the memory of my teen years that stands out the most is when I told my Father I was leaving home at the tender age of eighteen. My Father did not stand in my way even though my words surely pained him greatly. My Father showed me how to put the wants and need of others before my own.

After I left home, I lost my way for awhile. Even though my Father disapproved of my way of life, he never disowned me. Because of my Father, I learned that love takes strength. My Father showed me the value of patience.

My father wasn't perfect. Sometimes he said or did things that hurt me. For many years I struggled with those things. It’s not until this year, the year I turn 50, that I realize how much like my Father I truly am. I am a woman who can accomplish things, a woman who can be gentle and loving, a woman of faith, an honorable woman, a productive woman, a woman who knows how to budget, a woman who puts the needs of others before my own, a woman of inner strength, a patient woman, a woman who is not perfect, a woman who sometimes says or does things that hurt others.

So this Father's Day I will honor my Father with a greater appreciation than I ever have before, because if it wasn't for my Father, I wouldn't be the woman I am today.

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

You're Blessed to be a Christian Mom When...

You're Blessed to be a Christian Mom When…
You hold the miracle of a new life in your arms for the first time.

You're Blessed to be a Christian Mom When…
You believe God sent a guardian angel to protect your sleeping babe.

You're Blessed to be a Christian Mom When…
You hear your toddler’s voice singing songs of praise with a cheerful heart.

You're Blessed to be a Christian Mom When…
Your fears turn into prayers.

You're Blessed to be a Christian Mom When…
Your child turns the other cheek.

You're Blessed to be a Christian Mom When…
When your child’s tears turn into your child’s prayers.

You're Blessed to be a Christian Mom When…
Your child enjoys helping others.

You're Blessed to be a Christian Mom When…
Your teen resists peer pressure because of faith.

You're Blessed to be a Christian Mom When…
You let go and trust your children follow their chosen paths.

You're Blessed to be a Christian Mom When…
Your children follow in your footprints,
the footprints that you followed,
the footprints of our Lord.



Happy Mothers Day and God Bless!

Monday, May 05, 2008

My Little Angel

I wrote this true story in September of 2007....

The first time I set eyes on my newly adopted son he was howling so loud, I thought he could be heard on the other end of the earth. But the moment I picked him up

and held him in my arms, his crying stopped. Then I bowed my head and thanked God for sending me my little angel.

From that moment on, I swear, my son rarely ever cried. Even when he woke up in the middle of the night he would babble joyfully and play with his crib toys and just wait for me to come to change his diaper or feed him.

When my son was a year old, other mothers were amazed that he would sit in his play pen with his toys for a few hours at a time without crying while I worked on my home business or cooked or cleaned house. One mother said, "My kids never left me alone that long!" I just smiled at my son, my little angel.

At the age of two, complete strangers would stop me in stores and comment on what a good little boy he was. He never screamed, cried, tried to jump out of the cart or demand things. He sat still and smiled and said, "Hi!" to everyone we passed by. I was so proud of my little angel.

One day when my son was three, we were having a conversation while waiting on line to pay for groceries. The woman behind us said, "I can’t believe he says please and thank you on his own at his age!" and I said, "Of course he does. I say it to him." Then I thought to myself, 'way to go, my little angel!'

Then my son turned 4 and I wanted to know, where oh where did my little angel go? How come I don’t have 5 minutes to myself, not even to go to the bathroom? How come when we are in the store he constantly makes obscene noises so other people look at him like he must be mentally disturbed? I’d also like to know who taught my son say the word no? It couldn’t have been me when I yelled, "No!" when I found him standing on the back of the couch or when I yelled, "No!" after the tenth time I had already said, "No." when he asked for, "Another cookie Mommy?" or when I yelled, "No!" when I discovered he spilled juice all over my glass coffee table and then rubbed a shaker full of salt into it, could it?

I started wondering for this upcoming Halloween, if I shouldn’t dress my son in a costume of half Mr. Jackal and half Mr. Hyde because one day he loves something and the next he hates it. One day he loves bananas and the next he hates them. One day he loves hot dogs and the next day he hates them. One day he loves cereal and the next day he hates it!

Then a few nights ago, I received some bad news and started to cry. My son walked over, sat on the couch next to me, put his little hand in mine and quietly said, "Don’t cry, I’m here Mommy." I picked my little angel up onto my lap and hugged him tight. Then I bowed my head and thanked God for sending me my little angel, even if a little of the devil has gotten into him lately!

Sunday, May 04, 2008

God Moves in Mysterious Ways

God moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his sovereign will.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread
are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence,
He hides a smiling face.

His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.

Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.

William Cowper

A Grandmother's Story

Here is my story it is completely true, yet when I tell the story to my family or other people they look at me as if I'm crazy.

I was at a real low time in my life.

I had tried to commit suicide. 2 days later I was asleep at home, when in my dreams a voice came to me and called me by my name. I don't remember being able to see the person the voice was coming from, but in my heart I knew it was Jesus. He told me that I still had things to do. To be strong. And then he kissed my forhead and the most beautiful light engulfed me. During this I felt so much love. It was so pure and enlightening. But I tell you everytime I see a beautiful sunset it reminds me of that light that surrrounded me, not as brilliant but close.

4 years after this I received custody of my grandson and a year later of my granddaughter. It took us 3 years to adopt them. They are blessing and I thank God everyday for giving us his son Jesus and my 2 beautiful grandkids.

Renee Hall

Thursday, May 01, 2008

Win This Lord's Prayer Portrait!


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It's easy to enter. Just submit a comment to this post that shares your thoughts on the value of daily prayer in your life.

Blog Contest Rules: Contest start 5/1/08 and and the last day to enter is 5/31/08. One entry will be selected randomly from all entries to win the Lord's Prayer Portrait. Limited to one entry per person from USA residents 18 years of age or older. All posts are submitted for approval and will not be posted and will be disqualified if they do not contain the required information, are not family friendly or contain an advertisement.

Good Luck!

Winner of the Live, Laugh, Love Bracelet!

Congratulations to Ginny! She is the winner of the April Inspirational Christian Stories, Poems, Gifts Contest. I have emailed Ginny and asked her to forward her mailing address where she would like me to send her Live, Laugh, Love Bracelet prize.