Ethan & Jadyn went to bed the other night and Ethan took Jadyn's bandz she had made. He wouldn't give it back even though she had already made him one. In the argument/battle that followed she came away these awful red marks on her arms, (even two days later,) from Little Dennis. He, not a mark on him. So here she is so mad at him and hurting from his biting, pinching scratching. He waits a few minutes then, crying he handed her the bandz saying, "Here Jadyn, God won't let me Keep it!" As you can imagine this was like one of those gas on flames apology! I guess God was okay with him beating her up....
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Just another child
Two things happened today that stuck in my mind.
Jadyn came home from school telling me about a new child in her class. A special needs child there because she wasn't being treated nicely in the other classroom by her classmates. It bothered me so much that we humans are so cruel to those that need kindness and love.
When I went to get supper (yes take-out) I was listening to 93.3. A caller was saying how much the Christmas music meant to her every year. She said 3-4 yrs ago her special needs son wanted to hear Christmas music and the station was the first to play it that year right after Halloween.3 weeks later their son died. Every year they listen and how thankful they are for the good memories to sum it up...As the lady is telling the story, her voice breaks and you can hear the emotion and the grief coming thru.
I immediately thought of the two situations. A mom loves her child, while others may only see a disability, or a burden or a tragedy a mother sees... her child, the child she loves. Just as God loves His children...Look at us, we come to Him broken, emotionally disabled, our mind scared from Life. Not one of God's children are whole, not one of us perfect, yet HE LOVE US. To Him and by Him we are not outcast, not strangers, not abandoned, not forsaken. We are no longer on the outside looking in, we belong.
I am so thankful that I am His. That to Him, I am just another Child....
Jamie
Jadyn came home from school telling me about a new child in her class. A special needs child there because she wasn't being treated nicely in the other classroom by her classmates. It bothered me so much that we humans are so cruel to those that need kindness and love.
When I went to get supper (yes take-out) I was listening to 93.3. A caller was saying how much the Christmas music meant to her every year. She said 3-4 yrs ago her special needs son wanted to hear Christmas music and the station was the first to play it that year right after Halloween.3 weeks later their son died. Every year they listen and how thankful they are for the good memories to sum it up...As the lady is telling the story, her voice breaks and you can hear the emotion and the grief coming thru.
I immediately thought of the two situations. A mom loves her child, while others may only see a disability, or a burden or a tragedy a mother sees... her child, the child she loves. Just as God loves His children...Look at us, we come to Him broken, emotionally disabled, our mind scared from Life. Not one of God's children are whole, not one of us perfect, yet HE LOVE US. To Him and by Him we are not outcast, not strangers, not abandoned, not forsaken. We are no longer on the outside looking in, we belong.
I am so thankful that I am His. That to Him, I am just another Child....
Jamie
Saturday, November 9, 2013
Surviving the storm
Growing up, out of all my youth group, I was probably the one most would have picked to self destruct the quickest. And let's face it, I was the one I would have picked for sure.
I sometimes look back in confusion, wonder and a with remembered fear, maybe like a person who goes thru a tornado. When I look back it's like I can still see the storm going on behind me picking up what remains of the house I left behind, I can see where I would be if I hadn't made it out in time, and I shudder in fear.
I can see friends I love dearly still being ripped apart by the fierce winds and I think, "How are you still there? I seen you ahead of me, with the survivors" yet somehow they are right back in the middle of it. I can see the damage that this Storm has caused them. I see how they try to protect themselves and now their own children, yet the great storm of Life still rages on. I watch helpless, as the wind rips apart their family,and they are pulled their separate ways. Their children suffering from wounds to deep to see. They themselves, barely recognizable in appearance, actions, thoughts. Some have told me, "Don't ever come here. I am miserable. It is an awful place to be, and I can't get out. Don't ever backslide. I never thought I would be here. I want to get out." so many heartbreaking cries for help, and yet when I hear the survivors call out warnings, I see some make it to safety, only to watch in horror as they run straight into the Tornado, something calling to them only they can hear, trying to grasp something they thought was of value, running after what they think they can't live without. When they do get what they are chasing, it was not what they wanted. But now, they can't get away from it.
I see a child, no, I see children, many children, daily, who thru no choice of their own are in that storm and are suffering from it's cold heartless wind, with nobody to love them, nobody to care. Nobody to bring them in from the storm wash them, feed them take care of their most basic needs, and never their emotional needs. Nobody because mom and dad are caught up in the storm and never notice nor care about their most precious possession.
I look into the storm and I see those who have no idea they are in a life threatening Storm, because they are so busy chasing the thrill the storm offers to notice it's danger. To them it has become the normal, it has lost it's threat, because it's all they have ever known.
Yes, I do shudder in fear when I feel the cold wind, because I remember what it was like to be helpless and hopeless within the deadly storm. My heart breaks for those still in the storm.
I sometimes look back in confusion, wonder and a with remembered fear, maybe like a person who goes thru a tornado. When I look back it's like I can still see the storm going on behind me picking up what remains of the house I left behind, I can see where I would be if I hadn't made it out in time, and I shudder in fear.
I can see friends I love dearly still being ripped apart by the fierce winds and I think, "How are you still there? I seen you ahead of me, with the survivors" yet somehow they are right back in the middle of it. I can see the damage that this Storm has caused them. I see how they try to protect themselves and now their own children, yet the great storm of Life still rages on. I watch helpless, as the wind rips apart their family,and they are pulled their separate ways. Their children suffering from wounds to deep to see. They themselves, barely recognizable in appearance, actions, thoughts. Some have told me, "Don't ever come here. I am miserable. It is an awful place to be, and I can't get out. Don't ever backslide. I never thought I would be here. I want to get out." so many heartbreaking cries for help, and yet when I hear the survivors call out warnings, I see some make it to safety, only to watch in horror as they run straight into the Tornado, something calling to them only they can hear, trying to grasp something they thought was of value, running after what they think they can't live without. When they do get what they are chasing, it was not what they wanted. But now, they can't get away from it.
I see a child, no, I see children, many children, daily, who thru no choice of their own are in that storm and are suffering from it's cold heartless wind, with nobody to love them, nobody to care. Nobody to bring them in from the storm wash them, feed them take care of their most basic needs, and never their emotional needs. Nobody because mom and dad are caught up in the storm and never notice nor care about their most precious possession.
I look into the storm and I see those who have no idea they are in a life threatening Storm, because they are so busy chasing the thrill the storm offers to notice it's danger. To them it has become the normal, it has lost it's threat, because it's all they have ever known.
Yes, I do shudder in fear when I feel the cold wind, because I remember what it was like to be helpless and hopeless within the deadly storm. My heart breaks for those still in the storm.
If you asked how I made it out, I would have to say, God. There is no other way.
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Be Ye Transformed, by the Renewing of your mind
Romans 12: 2
And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind
I am sure everybody knows how a caterpillar changes from his wormy disgusting body to a beautiful delicate butterfly. I thought I knew until we start researching it more for Children's Church.
I found we don't fully know what happens. Researchers and scientist disagree but, in reading so many different takes on Metamorphosis I can tell you, in my own humble opinion, exactly what happens....a Miracle.
First you have that gross little caterpillar, that looks like a fat worm.
It eats and eats and shed it's skin several times until at last it looses interest in food , wonders around till it finds a branch (or something similar) and creates a "Silk Pad" think double sided tape. Caterpillar then hooks his feet into the silk pad and hangs upside down in what is called the "J-Cycle".
The skin cells form the exoskeleton of the pupa, and when that last skin is shed, the "pupa" is revealed
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Read it for yourself!
And finally, A beautiful new creature is born....a miracle of Re-Birth.
It been several weeks since we did this lesson for the kids but in rereading all the information, I once again feel humbled and hopeful in my heart. at the likeness of our own soul to that of the Caterpillar/Butterfly.
~ We are born into this world a Sinner, we wonder around looking for "food" to fill our soul. That emptiness we all try to fill with fleeting pleasures. Only to find we grow more "hungry" we lose hope in ever finding peace for our troubled heart. Like that caterpillar who loses interest in food.
I can't speak for any but myself, I was miserable in my sin, I knew right from wrong. I couldn't sleep at night, my mind was always in a turmoil always unhappy with myself, my life...just completely miserable. No matter what I tried or thought would make me happy, it never did. I found myself no longer caring what happened to me or what I did because, I had lost interest in living.
Yet when Jesus came into my Life I "shed" my old skin and become a new creature in Christ. A true miracle occurred, I felt clean inside. I felt peace and even joy. Even outwardly I was different there was a smile that went from my face all the way into my heart. For my pain, He gave me healing,
And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind
I am sure everybody knows how a caterpillar changes from his wormy disgusting body to a beautiful delicate butterfly. I thought I knew until we start researching it more for Children's Church.
I found we don't fully know what happens. Researchers and scientist disagree but, in reading so many different takes on Metamorphosis I can tell you, in my own humble opinion, exactly what happens....a Miracle.
First you have that gross little caterpillar, that looks like a fat worm.
It eats and eats and shed it's skin several times until at last it looses interest in food , wonders around till it finds a branch (or something similar) and creates a "Silk Pad" think double sided tape. Caterpillar then hooks his feet into the silk pad and hangs upside down in what is called the "J-Cycle".
The skin cells form the exoskeleton of the pupa, and when that last skin is shed, the "pupa" is revealed
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| Start of skin shed |
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| Skin gone and Pupa revealed |
Inside the Pupa , many things are happening. Here is one scientists take.
"They start growing really rapidly and differentiating into
the different tissues, so that literally the entire internal contents of
the caterpillar — the muscles, the entire digestive system, even the
heart, even the nervous system — is totally rebuilt. It's like you
took your car, you took a Ford into the shop and left it there for a week
and it came out as a Cadillac."Read it for yourself!
And finally, A beautiful new creature is born....a miracle of Re-Birth.
It been several weeks since we did this lesson for the kids but in rereading all the information, I once again feel humbled and hopeful in my heart. at the likeness of our own soul to that of the Caterpillar/Butterfly.
~ We are born into this world a Sinner, we wonder around looking for "food" to fill our soul. That emptiness we all try to fill with fleeting pleasures. Only to find we grow more "hungry" we lose hope in ever finding peace for our troubled heart. Like that caterpillar who loses interest in food.
I can't speak for any but myself, I was miserable in my sin, I knew right from wrong. I couldn't sleep at night, my mind was always in a turmoil always unhappy with myself, my life...just completely miserable. No matter what I tried or thought would make me happy, it never did. I found myself no longer caring what happened to me or what I did because, I had lost interest in living.
Yet when Jesus came into my Life I "shed" my old skin and become a new creature in Christ. A true miracle occurred, I felt clean inside. I felt peace and even joy. Even outwardly I was different there was a smile that went from my face all the way into my heart. For my pain, He gave me healing,
my sleepless nights, He gave me rest for my weary mind He traded His Love, for my bitterness
took my troubled heart and gave me Peace, as for My orphaned soul, He made me His Child
The old man inside had died and the miracle of Rebirth had taken place in my heart.
2 Corinthians 5:17 Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.
He created each of us with the desire that we would be His, with the potential inside of us to be more.
The emptiness you feel, is God's place in your Heart. It can only be filled by Him.
The emptiness you feel, is God's place in your Heart. It can only be filled by Him.
There is none like You, No One else can touch my heart like you do
I could search for all Eternity long and find There is none like you. Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Author day at School!
So stand on your head and you can see Ethan with Author Brian Cleary, who was at their school today!
Monday, October 7, 2013
Cayden's First Deer....plural
I don't care if he shoots a deer or not I am proud of him! He has a good work ethic and somehow manages to make good grades in spite of being Dyslexic. I have spent many days crying and worrying over his Learning Disability and how it would effect him. I am thankful to say as of today, it has only made him Stronger as a person, and as a student. I love this boy so much!
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