tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53483778964549113492020-12-10T01:58:18.602-05:00This, That, and T'otherThis life of ours, that crazy journey to adoption, and t'other little things that fill my days.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05466534367505073310noreply@blogger.comBlogger609125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348377896454911349.post-58597132063930351362017-03-07T21:18:00.002-05:002017-03-07T21:18:49.213-05:00LossA lot of foster care is about loss. We've all experienced loss on various levels. There are little losses, big losses, and gigantic loss. Each one changes us, however slightly.<br /><br />My life seems to be full of loss at the moment. There's the loss of familiarity as I start a new class online with a new teacher. There's a loss at work because one of the tellers was transferred to another branch and the manager who hired me there also transferred. Because of that there are a lot of changes and my job description has dramatically changed. There's the loss of being close to family that I've been feeling since we moved to NY. There's the loss of the little ones who held my heart for the eight weeks they stayed with us. They still hold my heart, but I can't hold them anymore.<br /><br />As I mentioned before, each loss changes us. The unfamiliarity of a new class causes me to be extra attentive as I try to learn a new teacher's personality and preferences. The changes at work are causing me to re-evaluate whether or not I really want to stay at this job until I am done with my masters. The distance from my family makes me want to reach out to them more often. (Although I've miserably failed at this of late.) My empty arms make me ache in my soul and cry myself to sleep as I wonder if God plans for my arms to ever be filled longer than momentarily.<br /><br />Thinking about all these losses, it would be easy to get down in the dumps and have a humongous pity party. But then my mind goes to the loss that each of our foster kiddos face when they come into care. They pretty much lose everything except their own self identity. Is it any wonder that they fight for control in so many little things when they have lost all control in most of the big things? I should say not! What constants do they have?? None.<br /><br />Even with all the loss and changes in my life, I have constants. There is my husband who is so patient with me in my grouchy Eeyore-ness. There is our sweet poodle, Ninja, who sits with me as I sob about the pain I feel inside. There is my church family, supportive, sweet, loving, and praying. There is God's faithfulness to me. When I start to think about what I have instead of what I've lost, I realize just how blessed I am. It doesn't make the pain go away, but provides beautiful contrasting thoughts to sweeten my days and gladden my heart.<br /><br />So I guess one of my challenges as I deal with the children God places in my care is to teach them to find the good things. Even at those moments of darkness, there are people who love them and who care. If I can teach them the joy that can be found in counting blessings, I will have made a difference in their lives.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05466534367505073310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348377896454911349.post-67461403497213934492017-03-06T21:36:00.001-05:002017-03-06T21:36:20.911-05:00Long time, no write!I don't even know if there are still any eyes out there in the great chasm of the internet that still take the time to peek at my blog. If not, that's ok. If so, that's ok, too. For now, because of the busy-ness of my life, this will just be a quick journaling outlet as I feel like it and have time.<br /><br />So much has happened since we moved to Syracuse. After a long (more than a year, start to finish) process we have been approved for foster care here in NY. We have had an almost two month placement with two bundles of energy, three and four years old. It kept us on our toes to be sure. Just this last weekend, they were reunified with a relative, so our house is very quiet again. I miss the extra hugs, kisses, music, laughter, and play. I don't miss quite so badly the fits, tantrums, bed-wetting, and total lack of alone-time.<br /><br />Every time we say good-bye, I think that perhaps it will hurt a little less. Unfortunately, it doesn't. Like we've said to so many people, so many times, "If you don't hurt when they leave, you probably aren't doing the job right." We do our best to do the job right, and boy, does it hurt when they leave.<br /><br />At some point maybe I'll type up a post full of advice, but for now, I just needed to get some words on the page.<br /><br />Our lives are super busy as always. I am in my ninth of eleven classes in my master's degree in Educational Administration. I'm working full time at the bank, sometimes on the teller line, and sometimes at a desk on the platform side, which means my days are spent in solving problems for people and building relationships, while actively pursuing sales goals as well. Then of course, there's church, where I teach Sunday school, play the piano, and try to be a good pastor's wife by loving my people and trying to find ways to show we care. In between all that, when I have a minute I love to doodle, dream, and plan in my bullet journal. (Thanks to my sister Charity for getting me hooked on that!)<br /><br />Jason works full time as a driver for elderly in addition to pastoring. He is growing into a better pastor every day, and keeps very busy between his two jobs.<br /><br />So, if you are lurking out there and still reading, give me a shout-out and let me know what you want to know about our lives here in the cold, snowy city of Syracuse. Who knows, maybe next year your question will be answered! :-)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05466534367505073310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348377896454911349.post-84944249971779248342015-09-24T22:28:00.001-04:002015-09-24T22:28:43.405-04:00Pumpkin Chip Cookies, THM style<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gUvfqPgiaFE/VgSvDXSpeLI/AAAAAAAAM1o/ek4Mmt-dnjc/s1600/Pumpkin%2Bchip.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gUvfqPgiaFE/VgSvDXSpeLI/AAAAAAAAM1o/ek4Mmt-dnjc/s320/Pumpkin%2Bchip.png" width="184" /></a></div>I've been following the <a href="http://www.trimhealthymama.com/" target="_blank">Trim Healthy Mama</a> eating plan for a while now. I have lost about 40 pounds, and have been encouraging my husband to join in. He has dabbled around the edges, but today, he decided to give it a go. I wanted to make him something to celebrate, so I tweaked an old recipe of mine to make his favorite cookies on plan.<br /><br />This is a great fall recipe because of the delicious pumpkin flavor!<br /><br />Here's the recipe:<br /><div align="left">Ingredients:</div><div align="left">1 cup butter</div><div align="left">2 eggs</div><div align="left">2 cups canned pumpkin</div>1 cup erythritol/stevia blend<br />1 tablespoon vanilla <br /><div align="left">2 teaspoons baking powder</div><div align="left">2 teaspoons baking soda</div><div align="left">1 teaspoon salt</div><div align="left">1 tablespoon cinnamon</div><div align="left">1/2 teaspoon nutmeg</div><div align="left">1/2 teaspoon cloves</div>3 cups baking blend (<a href="http://www.briana-thomas.com/brianas-baking-mix/" target="_blank">I use Briana's recipe found here.</a>)<br />1 12 oz. package on plan chocolate chips<br /><br />Directions:<br />Cream butter, eggs, sweetener, and vanilla. Add pumpkin. Stir in dry ingredients. Drop onto cookie sheet by tablespoonfuls. Bake at 375 for 10-15 minutes. Yield: 3 dozen cookies<br /><br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05466534367505073310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348377896454911349.post-27662847825435382202015-05-10T12:09:00.001-04:002015-05-10T12:09:13.545-04:00Mother’s Day Thoughts<p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WtZdFw1Yk0I/VU-CpAIQGVI/AAAAAAAALZk/pGPDJLuGzxc/s1600-h/2015-05-10%25252011.54.47%25255B12%25255D.jpg"><img title="Mother's Day Flowers from Church" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; display: block; padding-right: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="pink geranium" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fyujF_FMqmA/VU-CpwIFrWI/AAAAAAAALZs/E7SGh-SDRYw/2015-05-10%25252011.54.47_thumb%25255B15%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" height="260"></a> <h6></h6> <h4 align="center">Mother’s Day gift from our church</h4> <p>Over the past year, I’ve been thinking about this day. Last year, Jason asked me if I would be willing to share some thoughts for Mother’s Day and I told him that I couldn’t, that it would be too painful. This year, in many ways, it is even more painful. You know about the pain that our family has just recently been through as we lost another child. My heart has been broken once again, and once again, my arms are empty on Mother’s Day, but as I thought about Mother’s Day, <u><strong>God spoke to me about taking some time to honor the ladies around me who have come to mean so much to me. </strong></u> <p>Men, I realize that this is largely focused toward the ladies, but I just want to take a moment to remind you of the sacrifices that the mothers in your life make. Whether it is the woman who gave you birth, the woman who gave birth to your children, or your sisters and others around you who have mother’s hearts, they are worthy of your gratitude, admiration, and honor. <h1 align="center"><font size="5"><u>Let them know that you appreciate them today!</u></font></h1> <p>I’d like to share a passage that pastors all around the United States are likely reading today, Proverbs 31:10 - 31. It shows us God’s ideal for women and gives us women something to aspire to daily. Ladies, I’d like to challenge you. As we read, evaluate yourself. How are you doing in these areas? Let the Word of God speak truth to your heart. <blockquote> <p><b><sup>10 </sup></b>Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies. <p><b><sup>11 </sup></b>The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil. <p><b><sup>12 </sup></b>She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life. <p><b><sup>13 </sup></b>She seeketh wool, and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands. <p><b><sup>14 </sup></b>She is like the merchants' ships; she bringeth her food from afar. <p><b><sup>15 </sup></b>She riseth also while it is yet night, and giveth meat to her household, and a portion to her maidens. <p><b><sup>16 </sup></b>She considereth a field, and buyeth it: with the fruit of her hands she planteth a vineyard. <p><b><sup>17 </sup></b>She girdeth her loins with strength, and strengtheneth her arms. <p><b><sup>18 </sup></b>She perceiveth that her merchandise is good: her candle goeth not out by night. <p><b><sup>19 </sup></b>She layeth her hands to the spindle, and her hands hold the distaff. <p><b><sup>20 </sup></b>She stretcheth out her hand to the poor; yea, she reacheth forth her hands to the needy. <p><b><sup>21 </sup></b>She is not afraid of the snow for her household: for all her household are clothed with scarlet. <p><b><sup>22 </sup></b>She maketh herself coverings of tapestry; her clothing is silk and purple. <p><b><sup>23 </sup></b>Her husband is known in the gates, when he sitteth among the elders of the land. <p><b><sup>24 </sup></b>She maketh fine linen, and selleth it; and delivereth girdles unto the merchant. <p><b><sup>25 </sup></b>Strength and honour are her clothing; and she shall rejoice in time to come. <p><b><sup>26 </sup></b>She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness. <p><b><sup>27 </sup></b>She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness. <p><b><sup>28 </sup></b>Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her. <p><b><sup>29 </sup></b>Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all. <p><b><sup>30 </sup></b>Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised. <p><b><sup>31 </sup></b>Give her of the fruit of her hands; and let her own works praise her in the gates.</p></blockquote> <p>Wow! What a challenge that passage is to us, ladies. Are we that industrious, that trustworthy, that Christ-like? Do we run our homes smoothly? <strong><u>Are our words wise and kind?</u></strong> Are we good stewards? Are we worthy of our husband and children’s praise? If we aren’t is it our daily goal to be more like that virtuous woman? I pray that it is. <p>Today I’d like to take some time to honor the mothers in our midst. I realize that it doesn’t take giving birth to have a mother’s heart. <strong><u>However, there is a special honor that comes from giving birth and bringing a child into this world</u></strong>, and we want to honor those of you who have done that. You have given birth, that in itself is worthy of commendation. The physical pain that you went through is just a token of the tremendous love you feel for your children and the sacrifices you make for them. Remember those “little” years? The messes, the interrupted quiet time, the diapers, the boo-boos, and the tears of frustration after yet another outfit ruined because of spit-up, food stains, or muddy handprints. Those years, although filled with hard moments, were the years where you shaped your child’s future. During those impressionable years, you taught your children how to act, how to react, and how to love others and love Jesus. You nurtured them. You loved them. I think Hannah of the Bible must have especially cherished those little years. As she prepared to give her son away for God’s service, I can only imagine how she made a choice to make memories she could hold forever. Samuel was God’s faithfulness to her in human form. Every single moment she had with him was a gift. May you mothers of little ones realize that your child is a precious gift and that those “little” days you have with them now are fleeting and special. We honor you for your tears, your sleepless nights, and your patience. We pray that God will give you strength and courage. We pray that he will encourage you and give you joy in the sweet moments you are experiencing. <p>Then came those teenage years! You showed your love in a different way now. Sometimes, it was by being the “bad” parent in your teen’s eyes, who wouldn’t let your child do what “everyone else” was doing. <strong><u>Sometimes you showed your love by stepping back and letting your independent youngster learn the hard way when it would have been easier to just “tell them a thing or two.”</u></strong> Whatever the case, you sacrificed for them, you taught them important life lessons, you worried about them, and you loved them. Some of you are in the midst of that now. You are choosing to follow Proverbs 29:15 which says, The rod and reproof give wisdom: but a child left to himself bringeth his mother to shame. It may seem that the reproof is endless, but you are consistently teaching your children to be Christ-like. Do you think Samson’s mother faced moments like you do? Moments when she worried about his choice of a wife, worried about how lightly he seemed to take his faith, worried about the choices he made? We honor you for your sacrifices. We honor you for your dedication to raising your teens to be adults who are responsible, honest, and hard-working. We honor you for teaching them to love Christ and seek His will for their lives. We pray that God will bless your efforts and give you encouragement on those days when it seems like they just won’t ever mature. We pray that you will be a godly example to those teens so that they look for a wife who follows your example of godliness or they become that wife who loves her husband and her children as you do. <p>Some of you are in another stage of life. You are now mothering from a distance as your children begin lives of their own. You worry from afar, spend hours in prayer, and give advice when it is welcome. Your children are learning what it means to be parents themselves, and now with that experience, hopefully they appreciate your sacrifices even more. You may have had the joy of welcoming and spoiling grandchildren. I think of Timothy’s grandmother, Lois who passed her faith down, first to her daughter, and then to her grandson. <strong><u>What a privilege you have! What a responsibility! Your grandchildren look up to you, and you can show them to Heaven.</u></strong> You can be Jesus to them! We honor you. You honor you for your wisdom, your example, and your guidance. We honor you for your love for those little grandkids and your guidance in their lives. We pray for you as at times you have to watch them make choices you don’t agree with. We pray for you as you carry a burden for the ones who have gone astray. We pray for you as you teach your grandchildren about faith and family. <p>Did you know that Anna Jarvis, the lady who founded Mother’s Day was never a mother? She was a loving aunt and devoted daughter who lobbied congress to make the day a holiday because of a suggestion her mother had made before her death. Anna had many nieces and nephews and loved them dearly. There are some here this morning, who never had the privilege of giving birth. However, that doesn’t mean they don’t have a mother’s heart. They have reached out to those around them and nurtured and protected. They may be a mentor, a favorite babysitter, a loved aunt, a step-mom or grandma, a foster or an adoptive mom. Whatever the case, we want to honor your mother’s hearts. <strong><u>GOD CARES ABOUT CHILDLESS WOMEN.</u></strong> He shares their stories in His word. They have a part in His plan. YOU have a part in his plan. God cares about you and loves you! We honor you for fulfilling God’s plan for your life, even in the hard times. We honor you for giving those tired mamas a break, for lightening their load, for lending a listening ear. We pray for you during those moments when you feel alone or as though you don’t have a place to belong. We pray for you as you try to understand why God’s plan for your life seems so different to His plan for those around you. <p>There may even be those here who know the pain of giving birth, but also know the greater pain of losing that child, whether through death, or through giving that child up to someone else’s care. <strong><u>We realize that whether you experienced the joy of parenthood for moments, weeks or for years, YOU ARE A MOTHER.</u></strong> The pain that you go through is not lost to God’s attention. God knows. He cares. When Mary was grieving the loss of her Son as He died on the cross, God had a plan. Christ made sure that someone would take care of her, help her through the pain. He wants to do that for you as well. Let God wrap His arms around you. Give your pain to Him. He understands. We honor you and grieve with you. We pray that God will comfort you and give you peace. We pray that when your arms feel empty, your heart will be full of God’s love and faithfulness. <p>In closing, I’d like to share an article that I found a few years ago as I sat at home on a Mother’s Day Sunday morning. It was shortly after we were to have a foster placement. The placement fell through and I was mourning. Mourning the loss of what could have been and mourning my empty arms. That Sunday, I was physically sick because of the emotional pain I was going through, and a friend of mine shared this with me. It comes from Amy Young who writes a blog called <a href="http://www.messymiddle.com/" target="_blank">Messy Middle.</a> <p align="center"><b>The wide spectrum of mothering</b> <blockquote> <p>To those who gave birth this year to their first child—we celebrate with you <p>To those who lost a child this year – we mourn with you <p>To those who are in the trenches with little ones every day and wear the badge of food stains – we appreciate you <p>To those who experienced loss through miscarriage, failed adoptions, or running away—we mourn with you <p>To those who walk the hard path of infertility, fraught with pokes, prods, tears, and disappointment – we walk with you. Forgive us when we say foolish things. We don’t mean to make this harder than it is <p>To those who are foster moms, mentor moms, and spiritual moms – we need you <p>To those who have warm and close relationships with your children – we celebrate with you <p>To those who have disappointment, heart ache, and distance with your children – we sit with you <p>To those who lost their mothers this year – we grieve with you <p>To those who experienced abuse at the hands of your own mother – we acknowledge your experience <p>To those who lived through driving tests, medical tests, and the overall testing of motherhood – we are better for having you in our midst <p>To those who have aborted children - we remember them and you on this day <p>To those who are single and long to be married and mothering your own children - we mourn that life has not turned out the way you longed for it to be <p>To those who step-parent - we walk with you on these complex paths <p>To those who envisioned lavishing love on grandchildren, yet that dream is not to be – we grieve with you <p>To those who will have emptier nests in the upcoming year – we grieve and rejoice with you <p>To those who placed children up for adoption – we commend you for your selflessness and remember how you hold that child in your heart <p>And to those who are pregnant with new life, both expected and surprising –we anticipate with you</p></blockquote> <blockquote> <p>This Mother’s Day, we walk with you. Mothering is not for the faint of heart and we have real warriors in our midst. We remember you. <p><font size="2">By Amy Young <a href="http://www.messymiddle.com/2012/05/10/an-open-letter-to-pastors-a-non-mom-speaks-about-mothers-day/">(http://messymiddle.com)</a></font></p></blockquote> <p>Thanks for taking the time to read my thoughts. May your Mother’s day be special as you celebrate the love of the mothers in your life! Feel free to share my thoughts with a friend who would appreciate them. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05466534367505073310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348377896454911349.post-38621986288158057642015-05-08T21:14:00.001-04:002015-05-08T21:28:57.774-04:00A Greater Joy<p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fszmR197YnY/VU1fVIUNyUI/AAAAAAAALYA/GZgllND4J94/s1600-h/2015-05-08%25252013.45.15%25255B9%25255D.jpg"><img title="2015-05-08 13.45.15" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; display: block; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="2015-05-08 13.45.15" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Wdup4OqXsok/VU1fWOk_JRI/AAAAAAAALYI/KIBbHF9Ggww/2015-05-08%25252013.45.15_thumb%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="318" height="365"></a></p> <p>My school keys, my PE whistle, a note from a parent, and some grading that needed to be done. They lay on my desk before me as painful reminders of what I’d be giving up.</p> <h2 align="center">My Heart’s desire since my memories began was to teach.</h2> <p>After living that dream for eight years of development, enjoyment, and precious memories, now the possibility had arisen that my dreams were going to be sacrificed.</p> <p>Through circumstances not of my own choosing, the doors of the local church my husband was pastoring would soon be closed to us. To my husband’s excitement however, God was opening new doors. In a conference with several open churches, my husband was now the only available pastor. That meant we had calls from multiple churches for trial sermons. The only problem was that none of the churches were local. </p> <h2 align="center">Although we didn’t know God’s will for our lives yet, it appeared as though we were being led in a new direction.</h2> <p>Boxes had been sitting in our living room. Packing them seemed to me to symbolize packing away my life, my dreams, my goals. They were empty. It was painful to think of once again packing away memories and hopes. My heart hurt each time I walked past and noticed the empty boxes.</p> <p>Now I sat at my desk thinking about the future. Hot tears poured from my eyes and coursed down my cheeks as I sat and surrendered. I surrendered my ambitions, my aspirations of career advancement, and my lack of control. “Yes,” was my cry. Where God was going to lead us, I had no clue. I still don’t. But what sweet peace there is in that full consecration to God’s will. </p> <h2 align="center">I had surrendered with my head and my words weeks ago, but my heart was not so easy.</h2> <div id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:0d547079-83fa-40c6-9391-428294e8f550" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" style="width: 448px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin: 0px auto; display: block; padding-right: 0px"><div><object width="448" height="252"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Bz1c_UrabE?hl=en&hd=1"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Bz1c_UrabE?hl=en&hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="448" height="252"></embed></object></div></div> <p>You see, when you are living your dream, sometimes it’s hard to fathom that God could have a MORE blissful, more fulfilling future for you. When you’ve poured your heart into that dream job, into those precious souls you’ve reached, it’s hard to be torn away, even if there are so many others who need your touch. It’s kind of like a child whose parent tells them to put away their toys and get in the car. The child was perfectly happy with those toys. However when they submit to their parents will, they are overjoyed to find that their destination is the zoo. </p> <h2 align="center">A greater joy awaited them when they followed their parent’s plan.</h2> <p>What if they had refused to give up the toys they were holding onto? What if I refuse to let my sweet Savior guide me? Would I be happy? Perhaps for a time. </p> <h2 align="center">Would I miss out on that greater joy?</h2> <p>Right now, I don’t know what God’s plan is. I don’t know if He is going to lead us away from this place, or if He will show us that His will for us is to stay put. Whatever the case, my will is to follow His will. I’m content to rest in the knowledge that God has a better plan than my human plans. What a consolation and peace that brings!</p> <div id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:b7fca14c-3b2c-49ac-b6bf-31ba3ea6d02c" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" style="width: 448px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin: 0px auto; display: block; padding-right: 0px"><div><object width="448" height="252"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fMEMhc-wlgc?hl=en&hd=1"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fMEMhc-wlgc?hl=en&hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="448" height="252"></embed></object></div></div> <p>Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have boxes to pack. </p> <h2 align="center">I don’t know where we’ll be going or what we’ll be doing, but I must prepare for God to take us to our next stopping point on our journey to our final destination, Heaven. </h2> <p>I’ll keep you posted as our journey continues.</p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05466534367505073310noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348377896454911349.post-90521782477386094362015-05-02T21:42:00.001-04:002015-05-02T21:42:48.166-04:00Book Review: The Berenstain Bears God Made You Special<p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7P8gzxD1HXs/VUV9EwWxDDI/AAAAAAAALR0/zHETc3JJq2g/s1600-h/BBEars%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img title="BBEars" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; display: block; padding-right: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="BBEars" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BpfmMSBM-u0/VUV9FtfkoHI/AAAAAAAALR8/jVcfWsPaxUQ/BBEars_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="229" height="230"></a></p> <p>I <u>LOVE</u> the new Living Lights Berenstain Bears books. They teach lessons about living life for God. <em>God Made You Special</em> is no exception. In typical charming style, Mike Berenstain teaches children an important lesson about uniqueness. When Sister and Brother have a visit from a cub who is different in the way he plays, thinks, and acts, Mama bear uses that as an opportunity to teach them about the value God places on every life. </p> <p>With its beautiful illustrations of Bear family life, this book engaged my daughter immediately. As we read, she asked questions and related the book to her life. Later, she loved to “re-read” it to herself and say, “Everyone is special, even me.” I love the positive lesson the book teaches. </p> <p>***** I received this book in exchange for an honest review. The thoughts expressed are my own and there was no monetary compensation.</p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05466534367505073310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348377896454911349.post-64830918424260674872015-05-02T21:20:00.001-04:002015-05-02T21:28:51.777-04:00The Happy Moments<p>Before I get into the main body of this post, please let me apologize. I had planned on sharing this earlier, but our family has faced some drastic changes over the last few weeks. Our sweet little six-year old was ripped away from us due to “the system” and my heart has been grieving. It’s kind of hard to post about the happy moments in the midst of that. Thanks for understanding. </p> <p>What are some of your happiest parenting moments? Are they the moment a child finally “gets” it, the moment they accomplish something great, the moment they learn something new, the moment they finally use a habit you’ve been trying to establish, the moment you see a new maturity about them? I think every parent has happy moments, and foster parents are no different. However, foster parents may experience these moments in very different ways.</p> <p>To illustrate, let me share some of my happiest parenting moments with you.</p> <p>I think there is a thrill in every parent’s heart when they hear their child call them Mom or Dad for the first time. For bio parents, it is often in the form of their little baby saying “ma-ma” or “da-da.” When children come into our care, we tell them that they may call us what they choose. Most initially call us by our first names, or just don’t use any name to address us. But as the placement goes on and they begin to feel that they belong, most of them reach a point where they decide to call us Mom and Dad. What joy that brings to our hearts! Sometimes it just means that they want to please us. (Many foster children live as people pleasers because they fear being themselves because of of inner turmoil.) Sometimes it is so that they don’t feel different around other kids. Other times, we can tell that it is because they feel like they belong. Those times are victories! They mean that we’ve done something right. </p> <p>There are other words that bring happiness to our lives as well. The first time a foster child calls our house “home” or claims us as their parents or uses other words that shows they belong make our hearts beat a little faster. </p> <p>What accomplishments in your child’s life make you happy? I think there are some that are the same for every parent such as good grades, performances, etc. When our most recent placement came to our home, she had MAJOR issues. She was classified as intensive. In foster parenting lingo, that meant she would take extra time, extra effort, and extra love. We were up for the challenge. She had been in a special needs preschool. She had daily temper tantrums. (Not just little meltdowns. These were kicking, screaming, hitting, punching, throwing things kind of tantrums.) Parenting her was hard. We knew consistency was imperative and we did our best. It seemed that the time-outs were getting us nowhere, but we plugged on. Every church service, I’d have to take her out for time-outs. But I still remember very clearly the first night she sat through a service! Let me tell you, I wanted to shout for joy! She was growing and maturing! What a milestone! <a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-XVPTUdi9ntA/VUV5zihXLxI/AAAAAAAALRg/mztLAIjbdbI/s1600-h/flowers%252520with%252520saying%25255B3%25255D.png"><img title="flowers with saying" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; display: block; padding-right: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="flowers with saying" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-EMjbD6n6V0w/VUV50qwjAXI/AAAAAAAALRo/IjXe7_cs-5E/flowers%252520with%252520saying_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="169" height="260"></a></p> <p>Another happy moment on our journey is sharing the gospel with children for the first time. Most of the Christian bio parents we know share the stories of Jesus with their children from such a young age, that they don’t remember when they began. With our little ones, it’s different. No matter how long they are in our home, we make a point to tell them about Jesus and His sacrifice and love for them. Their reactions are interesting. One child asked, “Did Jesus live when there were dinosaurs?” Another wanted to know why she hadn’t been told before. Others have heard, but have questions. What joy it brings to our hearts as we share the message with them. I was brought to tears after we took our little girl to a Christmas musical at the school where I teach. It progressed from Christ’s birth to His death, and as He was being mocked, whipped, and scorned, she was in tears, asking Jason, “Daddy, why are they hurting them? Why did He have to die?” What a solemn moment in our parenting as we explained to her Christ’s extreme love for her. Many foster children don’t know how to fathom that kind of love.</p> <p>Just as with bio parents, our hearts are thrilled when our little ones give their lives to Jesus. Of our longer-term placements, all of them but one have made a commitment to Christ. What joy it brings to our hearts to know that whether we can be with them in the future or not, they now have a Friend who is a father to the fatherless. I think that is the happiest moment of all.</p> <p> </p> <p>I feel as though this post is unfinished, and may come back to it later, but for now, it says what I feel like saying. I’d love to hear your thoughts. What are your parenting happy moments?</p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05466534367505073310noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348377896454911349.post-80840522403861160632015-03-26T16:34:00.000-04:002015-03-26T16:34:00.047-04:00The First Moments<p>The day is here! After waiting for nine months (give or take) you finally get to hold your sweet little one in your arms. The pain and effort, worth it. The months of discomfort, worth it. The HOURS spent trying to assemble that monstrosity of a crib that seemed so beautiful in the store, worth it. You now have a precious child. They are yours, forever and always. It is a feeling of fulfillment, of peace, and that all is right with the world. You will now be able to watch that little one that you’ve already become so close to as they grow. You’ll watch their personality develop and teach them so many things. Thoughts flood your mind. The old way of doing things is forever changed. </p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-qvmNEKt6lAc/VQ4tUSsXRnI/AAAAAAAAKJ0/C2RQMG5qRyQ/s1600-h/family1%25255B4%25255D.png"><img title="family1" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="family1" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-BcUFgNAWIXk/VQ4tVW1r56I/AAAAAAAAKJ8/s4ARNORMDT4/family1_thumb%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="205" height="240"></a></p> <p>That’s how I’ve heard it is, anyway. Those first moments of parenting in a bio parent’s journey are emotional to be sure. They are full of excitement. </p> <p>Our first moments have been full of emotion and excitement also. I still remember the first placement we had so vividly. After long months of going through the training, home study, and background checks, we had finally been approved and were ready and waiting. We didn’t hear anything for quite some time, but one day the call came. </p> <p>It was a unique placement, from the perspective that the child was being voluntarily placed into foster care. However, the thoughts and feelings we experienced that time are the same ones we experienced so many other times since then.</p> <p>To compare accurately though, let me just write about the moments immediately following the child’s arrival.</p> <p>A foster family’s first moments with a child are often awkward. As a foster mom, it’s my job to keep it from being awkward for the child as much as possible. After all, they are in a whole new environment, with all new expectations, and totally new people. The only person that they may already be familiar with is their caseworker who brought them to this strange new place.</p> <p>In our home, there has always been excitement when we receive a new child. Whether a temporary placement, a respite for a weekend, or a long-term placement, we are excited to welcome another child to our home. We are excited because we will get to teach them new things. We are excited because we get to show them Christ’s love. We are excited for the potential that each of these precious gifts from God has. </p> <p>However, although a new bio parent gets to show and share his excitement with everyone around, we foster parents can’t share or show too much. After all, to the child entering our home, there is nothing at all exciting about being there. Normally they are more focused on the reason they aren’t at their old home, and rarely is that a good reason. If we as foster parents are over-excited, it can cause the child to feel more awkward. Instead, we try to welcome them into our life and home by teaching them our expectations and going on as though life is normal, and has always been that way. . . even though we all know it hasn’t. Establishing routine is so crucial, so that’s where we start. We have a family meeting, go over rules and responsibilities, and start our new life together. </p> <p>I am thankful for the friends and family that I can call or message to share my excitement. There are some of them that are so excited for us, and it encourages me so much. Some are full of questions, some of which I can answer and some I can’t. The ones I like to share with the most are the ones that just share our joy over welcoming our newest addition. Bio parents receive gifts and visits in the hospital and share pictures of their new sweetie-pie with the world. Foster parents buy gifts of clothing, toiletries, and other necessities for every new placement, have visits from caseworkers, casa workers, therapists and counselors, and can’t share pictures in any public way.</p> <p>The first moments are emotional. Emotional for the child, emotional for the foster parents, and maybe even emotional for the case worker. I already addressed the emotion of excitement, but there are so many other emotions I feel when we welcome a new kiddo into our lives. I feel compassion. Most of these kiddos have very little control in their lives. They are tossing about like a cork on stormy ocean waves, just trying to survive. As I learn their stories and hear their pain, my heart reaches out to them. I feel hope. Now there will be a chance for these little ones to know Jesus. Now they will be safe. Now they will learn what it is like to live in a loving, nurturing environment. I feel insufficient. Will I be able to reach them? Will I be able to teach them the lessons they need to learn? Am I capable of making decisions in their best interest even when my heart tells me otherwise? I feel uncertainty. How long will this placement last? What issues will we face with this child? Will they be a picky eater? How soon can we get them in school?</p> <p>For bio-parents, the first moments may be peaceful and relaxing as they take it easy for a few days or weeks and ease into life with a new addition to their family. The first moments for a foster parent are not moments of peace and calm by any means. There’s the busy-ness of getting the child enrolled in school, getting physicals and dental check-ups, getting medications regulated and/or prescribed, unpacking, doing a clothing inventory and shopping for necessities that are sadly lacking, getting therapy and other supports in place, and getting used to the new normal. All of that is in addition to dealing with a hurting child who likely is acting out, bedwetting, or having sleepless nights because they are reeling emotionally as well. As a foster parent, I generally have nights with very little sleep for the first few weeks after a new placement. I’m listening for tears or wandering in the night, because to many foster children, the night is a scary time when bad things happen.</p> <p>Bio-parents get to see most moments of their kiddos life. Not so with foster parents. When we receive our new little bundle of . . . pain, they have already often lived through more in their short lives than many adults we know. We don’t get to see their firsts. We don’t get to know their stories and experiences. We only pick up bits and pieces of their life stories as they gradually begin to trust and accept us. There may be entire chunks of their life that we never know about. We struggle with filling out paperwork at dentists, doctors, and schools because we don’t have a family health history, school records, or vaccination reports. We don’t know about their traditions and customs. We sometimes don’t even know their full legal name. (I’m thinking of one placement we had that had 3 different last names on different legal paperwork.) Favorite foods are a mystery, and we have no idea what foods are intolerable to the kids either.</p> <p>Bio-parents start their parenting journey at the beginning and grow their parenting skills as their children grow. Not us. We have to be a strong, unified team of parents, problem solving, counseling, guiding, and encouraging. We do learn as we go, no question there, but we don’t go from baby screaming to toddler tantrums to preteen puberty to teenage independence. We can receive any one of those stages at any time, and we have to learn to deal with them as they come. Fostering is not for the faint of heart, to be sure.</p> <p>But some things are the same regardless of whether you are a bio-parent or foster parent. Every parent has those first moments. Every parent remembers them. Every parent learns from them. Every parent has a story. What about you? What were your first moments like? I’d love to hear from you!</p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05466534367505073310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348377896454911349.post-66770778532787912322015-03-21T17:00:00.000-04:002015-03-21T17:00:00.159-04:00The Moments: Intro<p>Awhile back I started to contemplate a series I’ve been wanting to post. I’ve been pondering it for months, and at long last I am daring to sit down and start typing. Before I actually dive into the posts, please, please understand the following:</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-V_dI0YW_DRE/VQyiU0VuFeI/AAAAAAAAKIE/JFsw3hLxrqk/s1600-h/ink-and-feather-quill-clipart%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img title="ink-and-feather-quill-clipart" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="ink-and-feather-quill-clipart" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-IWuonC2AffQ/VQyiVVslRsI/AAAAAAAAKIM/RpnLPml1hmM/ink-and-feather-quill-clipart_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="244"></a></p> <p>* I don’t want this to be an us vs. them series. I’m writing to help others understand foster parenting and some of its emotions, not to say that fostering is better, harder, more rewarding, etc. It is simply different. That being said, I do see things from the foster parenting side of things, and our opinions may differ.</p> <p> </p> <p>* I would love your input. I am not a bio parent. I would love to be, and by God’s grace I hope that one day I may be. If I share something that you disagree with, I’d love to read your polite viewpoint. If I share something that triggers a memory or a bit of advice, I’d love that too.</p> <p> </p> <p>* Our journeys are all different. Just because I am sharing how fostering has played out in our lives does not mean that every foster parent feels the same way.</p> <p> </p> <p>* I am not an expert. I’m just sharing our experiences and emotions. There are parents out there that are far more seasoned and experienced than my husband and I are. </p> <p>So, now that you understand those things, let me begin.</p> <p> </p> <p>Over the past years, my husband and I have discussed over and over again our feelings of not fitting in. We don’t fit in the singles, newlyweds, or married with kids categories where most of our friends belong. It wasn’t that any of our friends were unkind or anything of that sort. We simply couldn’t relate to them as well as they could relate to the other members of their life group. When we FINALLY had our first long term foster placement, in the back of my mind I must have thought things would be different. At last I was in “the club” of parents. Now I could join them in sharing about the parenting adventures, challenges, and triumphs. We could relate!</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-byyE2THX-XA/VQyiWInGBCI/AAAAAAAAKIU/3_V2vODzp5U/s1600-h/family%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img title="family" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="family" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-UCGSmEHP6dQ/VQyiWoc9a0I/AAAAAAAAKIc/nRNqdncIhK4/family_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184"></a></p> <p>Then, one day I was in a room full of mothers. As I listened to them sharing their parenting stories, I realized that although I had my own parenting stories to share, our stories were and would always be different. You see, every parent has moments that define the way they parent, the relationships they build with their kiddos, and even their feelings of parenting success or failure. Thinking about those moments made me start to wonder if my friends and family would like to see things through my eyes. Would understanding help them to relate to me, and me relate to them? Would my view of these parenting moments prevent someone from making one of those insensitive remarks we foster parents often hear? If so, the time and thought I’m putting into the posts will be worthwhile. I’d love for you to join me on this journey of understanding.</p> <p>Come back soon to read about The First Moments. </p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05466534367505073310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348377896454911349.post-59079683721719212662015-03-20T17:53:00.001-04:002015-03-20T17:53:48.124-04:00Book Review: The Pirate and the Firefly by Amanda Jenkins and Tara McClary Reeves<p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-P2WWw9ITOGE/VQyW6FyaPEI/AAAAAAAAKHs/8mZeFpDWVt4/s1600-h/BOOK%252520COVER%252520PIRATE%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img title="BOOK COVER PIRATE" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; display: block; padding-right: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="BOOK COVER PIRATE" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-QZJhkUB9GjE/VQyW6kO8hPI/AAAAAAAAKH0/mod-_uzVyGY/BOOK%252520COVER%252520PIRATE_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="244"></a></p> <p>I was thrilled when I got the opportunity to review this book. As a foster parent who is always on the lookout for character building books, I read them to my kiddo and let her help me with the review process. </p> <p>She LOVED this book. When I read the title to her, she wasn’t so sure she wanted me to read it, because she doesn’t want anything to do with flies or bugs, but as I read this story of Oliver, who learns an important lesson about peer pressure and doing what is right, she was drawn in and very engaged. The questions Oliver asked really resonated with her little heart, and she seemed to really take in the lesson behind the story. </p> <p>The authors beautifully use real life situations to show kids how Psalm 1 applies to their lives. They share Biblical truths about wisdom in a book colorfully illustrated with captivating pictures.</p> <p>If you’d like to check out this book for yourself, you can find it on <a href="www.amazon.com" target="_blank">Amazon</a>, at CBD, or wherever Christian books are sold.</p> <p> </p> <p>***** I received this book in exchange for an honest review. All thoughts and opinions are my own (or my daughter’s) and I received no compensation.</p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05466534367505073310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348377896454911349.post-90871858337838648502015-03-20T17:24:00.001-04:002015-03-20T17:24:37.878-04:00Book Review: Precious Moments God Watches Over Me<p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-44EElc09l14/VQyQEZQknjI/AAAAAAAAKHU/3afBWNkYNUU/s1600-h/PM%252520book%252520cover%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img title="PM book cover" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; display: block; padding-right: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="PM book cover" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-oDAOASdOctY/VQyQFNsBZWI/AAAAAAAAKHc/O7xlcf4egnY/PM%252520book%252520cover_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="244"></a></p> <p>I recently had the privilege of reading this book to my daughter during our devotions. It’s a lovely little book with prayers, poems, and readings about the different times God watches over us. The reassuring words are complemented with the beautiful Precious Moments artwork in soft, relaxing, pastel colors.</p> <p>My little girl loved the book and over and over again through the next days, she’d pull it off the shelf and (She doesn’t read yet, by the way.) “read” it to herself. She’d say things like, “God takes care of me when I’m swinging,” or “God watches over me when I get a boo-boo.” Those are not exactly the words in the book, but she was comforted by them over and over again. Since we received the book, we have referred back to it several times when she was scared, hurt, sick, etc. What a beautiful truth that God cares for us no matter our situation in life!</p> <p>She says that I should tell people that she reads it some days because she likes it. When I asked her why she likes it, she said, “Because God really does watch over me, Mom.”</p> <p>If you’d like this book for yourself, check it out on <a href="www.amazon.com" target="_blank">Amazon</a>, at CBD, or wherever Christian books are sold.</p> <p>******* I received this book in exchange for an honest review as part of the <a href="www.booklookbloggers.com" target="_blank">BookLook</a> Bloggers program. All opinions are my own (or my daughter’s) and no compensation was received.</p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05466534367505073310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348377896454911349.post-44238142123074935432015-02-07T22:58:00.001-05:002015-02-07T23:03:31.032-05:00The Moments: Will you help me out?<p>I’ve been thinking about this topic for a couple of months now. I’ve seen several posts, articles, and stories about common misconceptions of foster parents. I’ve been comparing and contrasting in my head, and now I’m finally ready to post. In order to accomplish what I want to in this series, I’m going to need the help of my readers. </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-SiT10Ny8VL0/VNbgDiZv2hI/AAAAAAAAJFU/Ln3SNNOCMcQ/s1600-h/download%252520%2525282%252529%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img title="download (2)" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; display: block; padding-right: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="download (2)" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-0ynbzZIg8SY/VNbgEbW2TTI/AAAAAAAAJFc/NYBZQEg6yS0/download%252520%2525282%252529_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="204"></a></p> <p>I’ve been thinking about the similarities and differences in the moments foster and bio parents experience. For example, they both experience the FIRST moment. But the experience is very different. I have a list of moments I’d like to write about, but I’d like to see if you can help me come up with more. If you think of some, write them in the comments below. Thanks so much!</p> <p>Here’s my list:</p> <p>The first moments</p> <p>The “why” moments</p> <p>The preparation moments</p> <p>The proud moments</p> <p>The helpless moments</p> <p>The “what did I get myself into” moments</p> <p>The goodbye moment</p> <p>The school moments</p> <p>The teachable moments</p> <p>The discipline moments</p> <p>What moments are important in your parenting?</p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05466534367505073310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348377896454911349.post-72838429583992550592015-02-07T22:34:00.001-05:002015-02-07T22:34:16.241-05:00Book Review: The Berenstain Bears and the Biggest Brag<p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-w3cNhOd8MV4/VNbZNGVFqbI/AAAAAAAAJE8/lFPBPDgAdQ0/s1600-h/berenstein%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="berenstein" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; display: block; padding-right: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="berenstein" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ut36yHzKxDk/VNbZN-0tVgI/AAAAAAAAJFE/fJkuqgeINe0/berenstein_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="243" height="244"></a></p> <p>Recently I received a new book from <a href="www.booklookbloggers.com" target="_blank">BookLook</a>. I was super excited to share this one with my daughter. I read it to her and for days, she was finding shapes in the clouds. But that isn’t all she learned.</p> <p>The Berenstain Bears and the Biggest Brag is a book that teaches children about bragging. It helps them to realize that it is okay to be proud of the talents God has given them, but to brag is rude and uncomely. In classic Berenstain way, Brother and Sister are super competitive and get into a bragging contest about who can see the best cloud shapes. Gramps happens to hear them and teaches them a valuable lesson about humility.</p> <p>This book is written and illustrated by Mike Berenstain, the son of the original Berenstain Bears creators. He writes and draws in the same style as his parents did before him.</p> <p>If you’d be interested in a copy, check <a href="www.amazon.com" target="_blank">Amazon</a> or your local bookstore.</p> <p>***** I received this book in exchange for an honest review as a member of the BookLook bloggers. The opinions expressed are my own and I received no other compensation.</p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05466534367505073310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348377896454911349.post-31174610009394308612014-12-07T21:54:00.000-05:002014-12-07T21:54:10.053-05:00The Legend of St. Nicholas: Book Review<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KNZ9AnQwUVg/VIUQbCnFrZI/AAAAAAAAHtA/P-_-49PN_Ro/s1600/santa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KNZ9AnQwUVg/VIUQbCnFrZI/AAAAAAAAHtA/P-_-49PN_Ro/s1600/santa.jpg" height="330" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This year is the first year that we are celebrating Christmas with children. Several years in the past, we thought we would be, but unfortunately it didn't happen. The Christmas season has been so exciting, busy, and full of blessings for this mommy's heart. Our little girl saw this book when I first received it a month ago, but had been waiting eagerly for me to read it to her. Now she wants me to read it to her over and over.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The illustrations are bright and beautiful with just a touch of whimsy. The story tells the story of St. Nicholas, the man behind the legend of Santa Claus. Instead of a jolly old man who gives children whatever they want as long as they were good, St. Nicholas spent his life giving to those around him who had needs so that they could see the love of Christ. What a beautiful story of what Christmas should be about for a Christian!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If you'd like to read this book for yourself, you can find it on Amazon, at CBD, or wherever Christian books are sold.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">****** I received this book in exchange for an honest review from BookLook bloggers. All thoughts and opinions are my own and I was not compensated in any other way.</div><br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05466534367505073310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348377896454911349.post-59834697814359794352014-09-16T22:14:00.000-04:002014-09-16T22:42:47.670-04:00Thoughts<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n8ZeJoI7x24/VBjus7QX2-I/AAAAAAAAGZ0/TPaMl0V5yXI/s1600/crayon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n8ZeJoI7x24/VBjus7QX2-I/AAAAAAAAGZ0/TPaMl0V5yXI/s1600/crayon.jpg" /></a>I want them to last forever . . .<br />The hugs and cuddles, the kisses and smiles.<br />I want them to last forever . . .<br />The bath times and play times, the fun and the joys.<br />I want them to last forever . . .<br />The memories and the laughs that ring through our home.<br /><br />Will they last forever? The memories may. Some of the other joys we're experiencing right now may or may not. After all, we've had hugs, cuddles, kisses and smiles before. We've had bath times, play times, outings, and fun with other kiddos who have come into our lives for just a brief few days.<br /><br />I imagine that every parent has felt that yearning for things to stay the same a time or two. Of course, that is typically the moment that reality presents itself in the form of an overflowing bathtub, a grueling session of homework, or an all-out tantrum. Parenting isn't easy, but it is rewarding and fulfilling.<br /><br />For the last month, we have so enjoyed parenting a five year old gift from God. Whether for a season or for a lifetime, she has become our daughter. Someone commented on our use of that term vs. foster daughter. We've said many times that we want our foster kiddos to call themselves whatever they are comfortable with. To her we are her parents. We provide for her. We keep her safe. We nurture her. We train her. We sing her to sleep at night and hold her when she's frightened. Don't get me wrong. We aren't her only parents. She has another mommy too, and she loves her just as much if not more than she loves us. It kind of makes me think of Jesus. Joseph was his parent. Maybe not his biological REAL parent, but Joseph was his father. He was blessed with two fathers, one a loving Heavenly father, and one to raise Him here on earth. I'm raising my little girl for the same Heavenly Father. I want her to grow just like Jesus did, in wisdom, in stature, and in favor, with God and man.<br /><br />Will I be her parent forever? Maybe, maybe not. But for these few precious moments, (or weeks, or months, or years) that she is in my care, I pray that I can show her the love of her Heavenly Father. I would appreciate your prayers for us as we go through these moments with her. Whether tantrums or triumphs, we need the wisdom of God as we show her His love.<br /><br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05466534367505073310noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348377896454911349.post-39482329720215753442014-09-16T21:55:00.000-04:002014-09-16T21:55:05.442-04:00Review: Once a Day Bible for Women<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ECzqo5Z8r_A/VBjodLlFo7I/AAAAAAAAGZo/sUrpgW1bTHY/s1600/Bible.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ECzqo5Z8r_A/VBjodLlFo7I/AAAAAAAAGZo/sUrpgW1bTHY/s1600/Bible.jpg" height="320" width="207" /></a></div><br />We live in a society full of people who are busy and rushing all the time. One of the hardest parts of a Christian life seems to be having regular devotions. For the last 3 or 4 years, I've read through the Bible once each year. This Bible makes it easy to do just that. It breaks the Bible into 365 daily readings. Each day you'll read from the New Testament, the Old Testament, from Psalms, and a devotional thought written just for women. I love this Bible. I have the youversion app on my phone, but I find there is something calming about sitting with a book in my hands instead of a screen.<br />The NIV Once A Day Bible is published by Zondervan and is available wherever Christian books are sold.<br />**** I received this Bible in exchange for an honest review as a member of the BookLook Blogger review community. The opinions expressed are my own and I received no monetary compensation.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05466534367505073310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348377896454911349.post-9728210595915581282014-09-16T21:43:00.000-04:002014-09-16T21:43:24.858-04:00Book Review: Bash and the Chicken Coop CaperBash is back! Maybe you remember when I reviewed the <a href="http://www.thisthat-n-tother.com/2013/09/review-and-giveaway-bash-and-pirate-pig.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">first book </a>of this series by Burton Cole. Ray visits Bash once again in this book. However, this time they have all kinds of fun winter escapades such as putting a pig in ice skates, sledding off the top of the chicken coop, and more. In the meantime, the boys learn valuable lessons about the fruit of the Spirit.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b_TkOPm-59Y/VBjl8c2KIyI/AAAAAAAAGZg/9OZ828vIRKg/s1600/51pCBMZUmyL._SY344_BO1%2C204%2C203%2C200_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b_TkOPm-59Y/VBjl8c2KIyI/AAAAAAAAGZg/9OZ828vIRKg/s1600/51pCBMZUmyL._SY344_BO1%2C204%2C203%2C200_.jpg" height="320" width="211" /></a></div><br />Bash and the Chicken Coop Caper just begs to be read aloud! I read it to my students and they absolutely loved it. The common consensus was that it was even better than the first one. (I read the first one to them last year, and since I have 3rd and 4th graders, the 4th graders remember it.) They laughed through the adventures. They asked if there is a 3rd book in the series. This book drew in even my hesitant readers. They loved the creative illustrations by Tom Bancroft and begged for me to keep reading at the end of each chapter.<br /><br />Burton Cole writes stories (perhaps slightly embellished) from his childhood in a clear way that makes the reader feel as though they are experiencing them firsthand. If you are looking for a fun book for that next chilly afternoon, maybe this is the one for you!<br /><br />**** I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. I was not compensated in any other way.<br /><br /><br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05466534367505073310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348377896454911349.post-14499164786865253562014-08-30T21:23:00.000-04:002014-08-30T21:23:06.996-04:00Book Review: Samantha Sanderson On The Scene<div id="resourceInfo" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 203, 203); border-bottom-style: solid; border-width: 0px 0px 1px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px; margin: 0px 0px 2em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 2em; vertical-align: baseline;"><div class="copy" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 0px 100px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-brs5P_JvY/VAJ1KWdCyQI/AAAAAAAAF-A/uvV_pE6QDWA/s1600/_225_350_Book.1207.cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-brs5P_JvY/VAJ1KWdCyQI/AAAAAAAAF-A/uvV_pE6QDWA/s1600/_225_350_Book.1207.cover.jpg" height="320" width="218" /></a></div><h3 style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-size: 1.1em; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.6em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></h3></div></div><div id="bookDesc" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 203, 203); border-bottom-style: solid; border-width: 0px 0px 1px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px; margin: 0px 0px 2em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 2em; vertical-align: baseline;"><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i>Samantha Sanderson On The Scene</i> is a great new book by Robin Caroll following the life of Samantha, a 7th grade cheerleader and school paper journalist who is much like any other typical teenager who likes to shop, text, talk about boys, and hang out at the mall. However, Sam has a nose for sniffing out mysteries and aspires to be an investigative journalist. In this book, she begins to use her sleuthing abilities to find out who is behind a series of attacks on school "mean girl" Nikki. As the mystery continues, Sam and her friends find themselves in quite interesting situations.</div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">This book is very relevant for today's teenage girls. It addresses the topic of bullying that seems to be so prevalent in schools around our country today. It also discusses freedom of the press and the painful topic of divorce, all while incorporating Christian values and advice. It is a fun and easy read that will keep your child's attention.</div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">This book is published by Zondervan and is available from Amazon, CBD, or wherever Christian books are sold.</div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">**** I received this book in exchange for an honest review as a member of the BookLook blogger program. All thoughts are my own and I was not compensated in any other way.</div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05466534367505073310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348377896454911349.post-37734783927958828102014-08-04T09:17:00.000-04:002014-08-04T09:17:11.138-04:00Book Review: Child of Mine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LnRMLsh8DYM/U9-Gf9xMn0I/AAAAAAAAFaA/lSZDmytQvu8/s1600/download+(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LnRMLsh8DYM/U9-Gf9xMn0I/AAAAAAAAFaA/lSZDmytQvu8/s1600/download+(1).jpg" /></a></div>Beverly Lewis is a favorite author of mine. When I was about ten years old, her pen introduced me to the world of Amish fiction. Over the years I have read many of her books. This one is by far my favorite.<br /><br /><i>Child of Mine</i> is the story of a woman's search for her child who was abducted as an infant. She has spent much of her life, all her money, and much of her health in desperate search for her daughter. She is about ready to give up, but decides she'll follow one last lead.<br /><br />As you read this book, you may think that you know what is coming next, but David and Beverly Lewis lead you on an unbelievable and unpredictable journey. I found the book fascinating and had a hard time putting it down.<br /><br />You can find out more by buying the book at CBD, Amazon, or wherever Christian books are sold.<br /><br />***** I received this book in exchange for an honest review. All thoughts and opinions are my own and there was no other compensation.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05466534367505073310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348377896454911349.post-62458049125426770852014-08-04T09:05:00.001-04:002014-08-04T09:05:06.474-04:00Book Review: Woman of Courage<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2_RsfLFZxe4/U9-En5czhjI/AAAAAAAAFZ0/k0QEriuye5s/s1600/download.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2_RsfLFZxe4/U9-En5czhjI/AAAAAAAAFZ0/k0QEriuye5s/s1600/download.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Journeying to the West was tough. It was even more tough if you were a lady travelling with just your father and a guide. It became tougher still if both your father and the guide died tragically on the journey. Most people would give up. <i>Woman of Courage</i> by Wanda Brunstetter tells the story of a young Quaker lady who, after being jilted by her fiance, joins her father to become a missionary to the Indians.<br /><br />This riveting story includes elements of danger, surprise, romance, and faith. It is certainly an interesting read and is not really the normal predictable romance novel. As you read, you'll see Amanda grow from a timid young lady into a brave frontier woman. Her faith compels her in her journey and others see and are changed.<br /><br /><i>Woman of Courage </i>has 315 pages and is published by Shiloh Run Press. You can find it on <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Woman-Courage-Wanda-E-Brunstetter/dp/1616260831/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1407157199&sr=1-1&keywords=woman+of+courage" target="_blank">Amazon</a>, <a href="http://www.christianbook.com/woman-of-courage-wanda-brunstetter/9781616260835/pd/260835" target="_blank">CBD</a>, or wherever Christian books are sold.<br /><br />***** I received this book in exchange for an honest review from Handlebar publishing. All thoughts and opinions are my own and I was not compensated in any other way.<br /><br /><br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05466534367505073310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348377896454911349.post-83215497456435870662014-08-04T08:50:00.003-04:002014-08-04T08:50:52.582-04:00A New Endeavor<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Over the last few weeks, I've been trying to prepare as much as possible for going back to school. It won't be long before I'll be back with my little munchkins. This year, I'm taking the time to list some of the things I'm making and using in my classroom on <a href="http://www.teacherspayteachers.com/Store/Bethany-Morford" target="_blank">Teachers Pay Teachers</a>, a website for teaching materials. Here's one of my most recent creations:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.teacherspayteachers.com/Product/Frog-Theme-Classroom-Jobs-Kit-1371260" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qk0Mme7w1Tw/U9-AqW4XccI/AAAAAAAAFZo/KN-Af2of0ns/s1600/original-1371260-1.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>I'm hoping to make a bit of extra income that can go toward classroom supplies.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05466534367505073310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348377896454911349.post-67028767274416966422014-06-03T21:48:00.001-04:002014-06-03T21:57:44.810-04:00Growing<p dir="ltr">Recently we planted a mini garden of sorts. It consists of long planters on our front porch because we were concerned that animals would get into our plants if we put them in the back yard. The plants are doing as well as can be expected considering they have limited depths for their roots. They are growing and blooming, but not with nearly the vigor they would if we planted them directly in the earth. They can not grow deep roots because they are limited. </p> <p dir="ltr"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-YfeEkKRGXW4/U459Aa7ZFsI/AAAAAAAAELg/0nk2paSZ-Jg/s1600-h/2014-06-02%25252006.56.15%25255B11%25255D.jpg"><img title="2014-06-02 06.56.15" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; display: block; padding-right: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="2014-06-02 06.56.15" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-KPMzUJVLNfk/U459BuVI1nI/AAAAAAAAELo/LCwqsttW184/2014-06-02%25252006.56.15_thumb%25255B8%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="380" height="500"></a></p> <p dir="ltr">Our garden makes me think of Christians. Sometimes our growth toward the Son is limited because of the situations around us. </p> <p dir="ltr">Sometimes we are limited by others and their opinions. We don't grow deeper because they hinder us. What should we do? Well, when another plant is hindering one of my sprouts from growth, I put distance between the two of them. Sometimes we need to distance ourselves from others and their harmful opinions. </p> <p dir="ltr">Sometimes we are limited by the amount of nourishment we get. There is a direct correlation between how well my plants grow and how much sunlight and water they get. If we want to truly develop our relationship with God, we must be sure to soak up the water of His Word and spend time drawing near to His Light in prayer. </p> <p dir="ltr"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Lf-Wj7QTmqU/U459C3sx3XI/AAAAAAAAELw/newn4i1EKM0/s1600-h/2014-06-02%25252006.56.06%25255B10%25255D.jpg"><img title="2014-06-02 06.56.06" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; display: block; padding-right: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="2014-06-02 06.56.06" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-1-ArJzG2bjI/U459EJzf9bI/AAAAAAAAEL4/u5hTrCVCoT8/2014-06-02%25252006.56.06_thumb%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="380" height="500"></a></p> <p dir="ltr">Sometimes we're limited because we are in our comfort zone. Seedlings will fail to thrive if they are left in their starter pots forever. It can seem harsh to pull them up out of the only place they have known and replant them in a tougher new environment. Sometimes we have to be removed from what is familiar to us and be transplanted into what may seem like a harsh new reality so that we can grow in the way the Father intended. </p> <p dir="ltr">As God has been bringing these thoughts to my mind, I decided to share them with you. I hope that you search through the garden of your heart and with God's help, remove any limitations that may have been keeping you from realizing your full potential of growth in Him. <br>Have a blessed day. </p> <div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-IpHEy5hGarU/U459Ezqar4I/AAAAAAAAEMA/P0_sgOuHurE/s1600-h/2014-06-02%25252006.55.47%25255B9%25255D.jpg"><img title="2014-06-02 06.55.47" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="2014-06-02 06.55.47" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ITvlrMTHdn8/U459F9ipSbI/AAAAAAAAEME/T3H95HCUbaM/2014-06-02%25252006.55.47_thumb%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="380" height="500"></a></div> <div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both"> </div> <div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both"> </div> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05466534367505073310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348377896454911349.post-77122834403454826272014-06-02T19:20:00.001-04:002014-06-02T19:20:29.406-04:00Book Review: Plain Faith by Irene & Ora Jay Esh<p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-37Riht3v6BY/U40Gs9DaYrI/AAAAAAAAEKs/Eepkk7AI8qE/s1600-h/_225_350_Book.1197.cover%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img title="_225_350_Book.1197.cover" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; display: block; padding-right: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="_225_350_Book.1197.cover" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-vgFcEJGynTk/U40GuEjA1GI/AAAAAAAAEK0/bgEsDEtwFk8/_225_350_Book.1197.cover_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="162" height="244"></a></p> <p>When I got the opportunity to review this book, I thought that it would mainly be a motivational religious book with some interesting tidbits of Amish life. Boy, was I wrong! </p> <p>This book tells the life story of an Amish couple who felt led by God to leave the Amish community and to worship Him by developing a deeper, more intimate relationship with Christ.</p> <p>The book does share lots of interesting information about the Amish lifestyle. As a matter of fact, I learned more from this book then any other Amish book I’ve read, and I’ve read quite a few. </p> <p>Irene and Ora share the poignant story of losing their daughters in a buggy accident. They write of the hopelessness they felt as the Amish people around them told them over and over again that IF they lived a good enough life, they would be able to see their daughters again in Heaven.</p> <p>They share the burden of their hearts to learn more about what God had to say about things and their attempts to live a Biblical, God-pleasing life in the Amish community.</p> <p>They published letters from friends and family warning them about the consequences of their “new” ways.</p> <p>I enjoyed this book immensely, and I think that you will to. You may find it on <a href="http://amazon.com" target="_blank">Amazon</a>, CBD, or wherever Christian books are sold.</p> <p>***** I received this book in exchange for an honest review as a part of the <a href="http://booklookbloggers.com/" target="_blank">BookLook</a> blogger team. If you’re interested in reviewing books for them, check them out at the link above. All opinions are my own and there was no monetary compensation for this post.</p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05466534367505073310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348377896454911349.post-47641374582770884312014-04-24T18:32:00.001-04:002014-04-24T18:32:56.944-04:00Book Review–Letters to Katie<p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-LDm-UeQGjM4/U1mREzrwoSI/AAAAAAAAEKQ/n5gdasGw4W4/s1600-h/_225_350_Book.853.cover%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="_225_350_Book.853.cover" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; display: block; padding-right: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="_225_350_Book.853.cover" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-NLTTUP0vaag/U1mRF1_vrAI/AAAAAAAAEKY/Fl7BKesWAew/_225_350_Book.853.cover_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="317" height="484"></a></p> <p>Sometimes things don’t work the way we plan. Things happen and life changes. Sickness comes. We search for answers. </p> <p>Letters to Katie is a typical Amish love story in many ways, down to the expected happy ending. It tells of Katherine, a young Amish girl who had expected all of her life that Johnny Mullet would learn to love her as she loved him. He figures that she will always be there, and plans to build a successful horse farm before he worries about their relationship.</p> <p>When Katie develops meningitis and loses her memories, she finds herself forced to reevaluate her life as two different men both want to develop a relationship with her. <p>This is an interesting, relaxing read for a cozy afternoon. It is well-written and although somewhat typical of Amish fiction, it has a few unexpected twists and turns. <p>If you are interested in reading it for yourself, you can find it on <a href="http://amazon.com" target="_blank">Amazon</a>, at CBD, or wherever Christian books are sold. <p>**** I received an e-copy of this book in exchange for an honest review as a part of the <a href="http://booklookbloggers.com/" target="_blank">BookLook</a> blogger program. There was no other compensation. All opinions are my own. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05466534367505073310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348377896454911349.post-86794412340971004562014-03-11T21:30:00.001-04:002014-03-11T21:30:05.374-04:00Creativity<p>When I posted a few weeks ago, I talked about needing a creative outlet. Over the last few weeks, I have certainly been having a chance to put my creativity to work. Here are some of the ways:</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-fc_9Hkm3qwY/Ux-4a-iKfYI/AAAAAAAAEIA/sBTC3Q1DhU8/s1600-h/2014-03-08%25252021.54.27%25255B18%25255D.jpg"><img title="Entryway Design" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; display: block; padding-right: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="Coat rack nook" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-nfr5x948iRY/Ux-4boUAS4I/AAAAAAAAEII/ZI_2bqU97xo/2014-03-08%25252021.54.27_thumb%25255B15%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="380" height="500"></a></p> <p>We put up my Valentine’s Day gift. Jason got me these coat hooks and mirror to go above the bench in my little entryway nook. I plan on adding either a <a href="http://www.mysimplysaiddesigns.com/bmorford" target="_blank">Simply Said</a> design or a swag, but I am pleased that there is no longer a blank wall. </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-KKnCcQR7C58/Ux-4dGNCNGI/AAAAAAAAEIQ/QLRyp7M14Sw/s1600-h/2014-03-11%25252020.53.34%25255B10%25255D.jpg"><img title="Hymnal" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; display: block; padding-right: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="piano books" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-fXTxFBYODvY/Ux-4e3zFrcI/AAAAAAAAEIY/Gw18b0r4jnE/2014-03-11%25252020.53.34_thumb%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="570" height="432"></a></p> <p>I’ve spent hours practicing piano so that I can play for church. I’ve also been working on several arrangements. Those, although in progress, are allowing me to really be creative.</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-oO-Pmq2AIYc/Ux-4fgklQuI/AAAAAAAAEIg/uXl9lPkkqnw/s1600-h/2014-02-22%25252014.16.25%25255B9%25255D.jpg"><img title="Child's Piano Hymns" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; display: block; padding-right: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="Child's Hymn Book" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-ywmMa-DcqQY/Ux-4ggAHllI/AAAAAAAAEIo/LdK6iycQGpk/2014-02-22%25252014.16.25_thumb%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="570" height="432"></a></p> <p>I’m teaching beginner piano lessons to a young girl in our church. She was so desperate to learn, so even though I am not really qualified, I am teaching her what I know. This means more practice time for me and study about how to teach an interesting lesson and encourage kiddos to practice.</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-JAp6aCcedL8/Ux-4hgOkhfI/AAAAAAAAEIw/XS94kq_ZucA/s1600-h/2014-03-10%25252016.19.43%25255B8%25255D.jpg"><img title="Butterfly Bulletin Board" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; display: block; padding-right: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="Spring Bulletin Board" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-7OTGHFO3QH0/Ux-4iTJk82I/AAAAAAAAEI4/bOPbHbuqGvM/2014-03-10%25252016.19.43_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="570" height="432"></a></p> <p>I know I already posted this, but there are always plenty of opportunities for creativity in the classroom, whether it’s doing bulletin boards or preparing lesson plans.</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Wzwa8a8OCME/Ux-4jM78kRI/AAAAAAAAEI8/G2N6LCHkohI/s1600-h/2014-03-11%25252020.24.59%25255B8%25255D.jpg"><img title="Burlap wreath" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; display: block; padding-right: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="Burlap and Daisy Wreath" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-AGVXbrNKplY/Ux-4kDIqueI/AAAAAAAAEJI/2sCiJTZWOXs/2014-03-11%25252020.24.59_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="380" height="500"></a></p> <p>There are spring floral arrangements to make for church. I’m making these wreaths (but changing the bow a bit, I think) and editing the spring arrangement that was already at the church so that they tie together.</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-j1XJNxUQWIc/Ux-4k8EH2BI/AAAAAAAAEJQ/NzouL3_aEMQ/s1600-h/2014-03-11%25252020.52.59%25255B8%25255D.jpg"><img title="SPRING theme decor" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="Spring Theme" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-nqVAgC5xDk0/Ux-4lrIA0sI/AAAAAAAAEJY/DK41yFT4Tu4/2014-03-11%25252020.52.59_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="570" height="432"></a></p> <p>I started a new theme in Children’s Church. We are talking about ways to grow in Christ. That means creative planning of ways to keep attention throughout a service as well as décor.</p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-xqTW0XDNqqs/Ux-4mUT_g-I/AAAAAAAAEJg/0D7V-PQle6U/s1600-h/2014-03-11%25252020.52.49%25255B8%25255D.jpg"><img title="Paper plate flower" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; display: block; padding-right: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="Flower Craft" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-gNjmO94pwxE/Ux-4m1G3NNI/AAAAAAAAEJo/5FDjBzvyljg/2014-03-11%25252020.52.49_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="380" height="500"></a> <p>We’re doing a contest where the kiddos get to add petals to their flowers for things like bringing their Bibles, saying their verses, etcetera. They are really getting into it, and it’s worth every bit of the effort.</p> <p> </p> <p>Anyway, that’s what I’ve been up to lately. What have you been doing with your time? I’d love to hear about it in the comments below!</p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05466534367505073310noreply@blogger.com2