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Be A Light In The Dark

Candle in the night

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Halloween has many memories for me. Like any other child of my generation, I remember when it was safe to go trick or treating. Oh there was the general “scare” about razor blades in apples, and you weren’t supposed to eat any “homemade” candy. But all in all – it was pretty tame.

What’s even more amusing to me – our church youth group used to have a haunted houses complete with zombies and ghouls to scare us and make us scream as we went through it. Our youth pastor was the biggest kid among us. No one thought anything about it. It was just good clean fun.

I even remember singing “The Monster Mash” as a part of a Halloween celebration at our church one year. We had a really goofy guy doing the solo and then a few of us girls backed him up – I must have been in junior high then. Again – good clean fun – not meant to conjure up evil spirits or somehow celebrate a demonic holiday with satan.

It was not until college that I heard any controversy about Halloween. And I learned that some of these students had never gone trick or treating – nor did they celebrate in any way, unless it was a harvest festival or equivalent at their church. They did not hand out candy to children, even turned their lights out in their home to avoid people all together.

We did not agree and always let our kids dress up and go out on Halloween, with us along, of course. It was fun for them – as it had been for us – and I did not see any reason to darken their world with horror stories and controversy over it. Children only know that they are getting candy – LOTS OF IT. And they are excited!

Some years ago our children’s pastor spoke about this subject, and I thought he had wonderful things to say in addressing this issue that the church has been faced with. Do we – or don’t we? His insight was really great – he said, “this is an opportunity – how often do you have CHILDREN and their parents coming to your door?”  He was of the opinion that we as Christians should embrace the moment – impact our neighborhood and shine the light of Jesus everywhere we go – on EVERY day of the year – including Halloween.  He had tracts that he handed out with candy in hopes that the family would get a positive message from a Christian family on the block – with information and numbers of the church and him personally.

It was great advice – and I know MANY people who also practice this.  And although we don’t pass out a tract to children – we DO have our lights on shining brightly and we greet each one with a smile and a welcome – letting our light shine out in a dark world – impacting one child and one family – one at a time.

I challenge you to do the same – be a light in the dark.  You never know who may come to your door that needs – you.

 

Below – enjoy a trip back to my youth group days – with a video of “Monster Mash”.

Have a safe Halloween.

 

God Bless

The Baby Magnet

A young girl kisses a baby on the cheek.

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I have always LOVED babies.  I remember being about 10 and begging to help take care of them in the nursery at the little church our family was attending.  It was a little young – but if there was an adult there, usually they would let me help from time to time.  I have always loved how babies smell – like powder and sweetness.  And how I could rock them and stop their crying.  There was a precious baby boy named Nathan that I was in love with.  Big brown eyes and curly dark hair.  He would look for me on Sunday morning and I couldn’t wait to hold him.  It’s amazing to me to think that this ‘baby’ that I cuddled and rocked is now about 40 years old!  Ugh.

The ‘baby’ phase disappeared over time and as I grew up I developed new interests and became busy.  I married young and wasn’t ready to even to consider having babies of my own – until we had been married about 5 years.  We had been married 6 years when baby Ashlee was born – and then 4 years later – our baby Shawn was born.  They were quite enough baby for me – there’s nothing quite like your own child in your arms.

But children and babies have always liked me.  I smile and pay attention to them – and children LOVE that.  I think that’s why I have always had success teaching young children – because I genuinely like them – and they can tell!

The other day I was waiting for my appointment at the Chiropractor’s office.  There was a nice young couple there with a baby, one year old – complete with a cute little dress, shoes and braids in her hair.  She was sitting on the lap of her father, and she spotted me and I smiled at her.  She was one of those really pretty babies with the big eyes.  She squirmed and tried to get away from her father.  He held her fast, even when she struggled and tried to go.  After a while he handed her to her mother and she tried in vain to distract the child and stop her from whining and wanting to get away.  Finally they could not detain her anymore and let her carefully walk around the coffee table, all the time staring right at me – in an attempt to come over to me.  She would not be dissuaded – but kept coming until she had finally reached me and then, would you believe it, she actually crawled up into my lap?! I’ve never witnessed anything like it before!  She was not shy at all – but kept looking at me and wanting to be held.  She even put her little head on my chest and did NOT want to be parted from me.  It was really something.  Her parents did not appear to speak much English – but clearly they were amazed too.  I managed to find out the baby’s name and how old she was – before they called me for my appointment.  Getting up I  handed her to her mother and this was not received well at all – she fussed and cried!  I was really amazed by this display of affection.  I guess you’ll just have to call me a ‘baby magnet’.  🙂

But although I really like babies and children I can safely say, no more babies for me, thank you very much – but I will really enjoy being a Grandma someday – especially because I know that it will be okay – they seem to like me.  And no I don’t think I like the word ‘Grandma’ – it sounds old – and I AM NOT!  I think I prefer ‘MiMi’ instead 🙂

 

So bring on the babies – they can sit in my lap and I will coo and fuss over them.  Just make sure you DON’T call me Grandma.

 

God Bless

Bambina

Breastfeeding offers benefits for both mother ...

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I’ve heard this song on Pandora Radio for quite a few weeks – and I was interested in finding out what she was saying – since I don’t speak ANY French!  And I found out it’s a sweet song about a lost baby or child.

In this day of abortion and ‘right to choose’ – I thought I would play this sweet song that speaks of heartache and regret.

♥  This is dedicated in love – for all of you that have ever lost a baby or a child. ♥  May God continue to comfort you ♥

God Bless.

French 

Bambina

Rien qu’un petit espace
Une toute, toute petite trace
Un petit mal qui reste en moi
Tout c’que tu detestes
Je prends ma petite place
D’un trait de larmes j’efface
Les souvenirs terrestres
Qui trainent dans ma veste

Bambina tu me manques
Les photos qui me hantent
Sont des parfums de rue
Ou je ne vais plus

Bambina…
De ta petite voix
Je parle de nous tout bas
Et quand ca les fait rire
Ca me dechire
Car d’apparence tu vois
Je ne te ressemble pas
J’ai plutot l’air de celle
Qui grandit en toi

Bambina tu me manques
Les photos qui me hantent
Sont des parfums de rue
Ou je ne vais plus

Bambina si vivante
Reviens, j’ai mal au ventre
Bambina, dans ce corps
J’ai ton coeur qui bat

Je t’attends en bas dans la rue
Ou l’autobus ne passe plus
Je chante a tue-tete
Tu verras j’ai la meme voix

Bambina tu me manques
Les photos qui me hantent
Sont des parfums de rue
Ou je ne vais plus

Bambina…
Reviens, j’ai mal au ventre
Bambina, dans ce corps
J’ai ton coeur qui bat

Rien qu’un petit espace
Une toute, toute petite trace ..

English 

Bambina

Nothing but a little space
A really , really little trail
A little evil that remains inside me
Everything you hate
I take my little place
With a tear trail I brush off
The memories of the Earth
That lie under my jacket

Bambina I miss you
The pictures haunting me
Are perfumes from the streets
That I no longer go to

Bambina ..
With your little voice
I talk about us in a whisper
& When it makes them laugh
It tears me up
Because outwardly , you see
I don’t look like you
I rather look like the one
Who grows up inside you

Bambina I miss you
The pictures haunting me
Are perfumes from the streets
That I no longer go to

Bambina so full of life
Come back , I have stomach ache
Bambina , in this body
Your heart is beating

I wait for you down the street
Where the bus no longer pass
I sing at the top of my voice
You will see I have the same voice

Bambina I miss you
The pictures haunting me
Are perfumes from the streets
That I no longer go to

Bambina ..
Come back , I have stomach ache
Bambina , in this body
Your heart is beating

Nothing but a little space
A really , really little trail ..

My Son

Today my baby boy is 19.

I feel like I’ve lived a whole lifetime since he was born.  Greg was pastor of a very small church in Fortuna, CA at that time.  Shortly after – Northern California had an earthquake that did considerable damage to our little town and nearby ones.  The quake happened in the middle of the afternoon while I was nursing Shawn – and four-year old Ashlee was watching TV nearby.  Our family room was a pile of junk and clothes – getting ready for an upcoming garage sale to be held that next weekend.  It created a rocking sensation and things began to come out of the cupboards and the TV ‘walked’ out of the entertainment center and almost fell on Ashlee.  It was amazing and Greg RAN from his office next door to see if we were alright.  We were – just shaken up a bit.  But in the night the after shocks were just as bad – but infant Shawn – none the wiser – slept peacefully for the first time ALL NIGHT LONG.  The quakes just lulled him to sleep.

It’s crazy what things you remember from the past – sometimes it’s the most insignificant things – the little moments that pass by so quickly.  The early bonding we had – the time we had together while he was small – I am grateful for each and every day that I got to spend with him.  I was very lucky – I was a ‘stay at  home mom‘ for both of my children and I will never regret that.

Shawn was always an easy child with a quick wit and much natural talent.  He is everyone’s friend and has that certain ‘X-factor’ that is intangible – but still just a fact that is accepted and acknowledged by everyone who knows him.  A favorite with the grandparents and relatives – he just simply is a special person inside and out.

At 19 – he is still trying to find his way – and I am touched by his gentle spirit – the way he interacts with kids younger than himself and the way he ministers with his gifts – using them to bless others.

And yet – in many ways he is still a child – not yet ready to face the world.  He is one step closer – but still not ready.  He still has some lessons to learn – some pain to face and get through – some hard times to wrestle with and toughen him up – finding his way and finding out who he is and who God has designed him to be. We have done our best with him – and most of our lessons are through – he has absorbed all he can – and now the rest is up to him.  And like all parents of boys of this wild and adventurous age – we are anxious for him to make the right choices and hope and pray we have equipped him to do what he needs to do.  At this age – the parenting is mostly over for him.  And all we can do is pray – and wait.

Happy Birthday to my son who used to light candles for me – play soft music and run a hot bath for me – just because.

Happy Birthday to my son who was very wanted and planned for. I remember praying for you before you were born and asking God for another child – and I knew that child would be special – and you are.

Happy Birthday to my son – who is far from perfect – but who is perfect for me. You make my heart smile – and your humor brightens even the darkest of my days.  God gave you to me – to raise, watch over and pray for – He knew what He was doing – you are my gift – my love and my life. And He knew that I needed you. I can’t imagine what my life would have been like without you in it.  Each day you make me proud and happy – just by being you – and along with you big sister – you are the best thing that ever happened to me.

I love you

P.S. It’s after midnight now – officially your birthday – I texted happy birthday to you – and just received  a text  back – ‘ I love you too, Mom – you’re the first to wish that to me, Mom – almost home  – wanna chat?’  Ahhh – not too grown up yet.

Yes – I do.

This Warrior Is A Child – Or Something Like That

I found these great quotes on life and friendship today – after thinking about how blessed I am.  And like you – I have faced my share of disappointment – yes – even betrayal from a good friend when I didn’t even see it coming.  But God is good – life has been kind -and I am on a never ending journey to find love, forgiveness and grace in everything that I do.  Sometimes it does feel like I am a warrior – in a battle with myself and others I cannot even see – sometimes I feel like I am a child – incapable of handling that battle – I easily tire – and get restless – even lose hope – and in some cases, give up entirely – saying, “it’s hopeless”.  And like you – I say, “the world would be so much better if everyone would just think LIKE I DO”.

Unfortunately – here we are.  Left in a battle against ourselves – our thoughts and motives – trying our best to hear the will of God – and then simply –  Just do it!! And those unseen things – they are still there – trying to persuade us to just leave well enough alone – that everything is okay and we’re NOT in a battle.  But if you are a Christian – like me – you know that simply is not true.  The battle between good and evil is as old as history itself – and we are some of the players in that drama – called life.

This is why we suffer – this is why so many are sad and depressed – this is why it is so hard to get the victory over things in our lives – past failures that haunt us and take us SO LONG to get over.  Things people have done to us – we can’t forget them – harsh words spoken to us – or about us – or things we have said that we shouldn’t have – it is a part of that battle.  A battle with our sinful nature – and with our friend’s sinful nature too.

Take heart today, my friend.  We all are in a battle.  And sometimes a kind word from a good friend is like GOLD to us.  Be that good friend today and give a hug to a child.  Even this warrior is a child.

Every Warrior of the Light has felt afraid of going into battle.
Every Warrior of the Light has, at some time in the past, lied or betrayed someone.
Every Warrior of the Light has trodden a path that was not his.
Every Warrior of the Light has suffered for the most trivial of reasons. Every Warrior of the Light has, at least once, believed he was not a Warrior of the Light.
Every Warrior of the Light has failed in his spiritual duties.
Every Warrior of the Light has said ‘yes’ when he wanted to say ‘no.’
Every Warrior of the Light has hurt someone he loved.
That is why he is a Warrior of the Light, because he has been through all this and yet has never lost hope of being better than he is.

Paulo Coelho
Source: Warrior of the Light

Anything may be betrayed, anyone may be forgiven, but not those who lack the courage of their own greatness.

Ayan Rand

To laugh often and much; To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; To earn the approbation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; To appreciate beauty; To find the best in others; To give of one’s self; To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; To have played and laughed with enthusiasm and sung with exultation; To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived – This is to have succeeded.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

When on life’s journey it becomes our lot to travel with criticism of skeptics, the hate of some, the rejection of others, the impatience of many, or a friend’s betrayal, we must be able to pray in such a manner that an abiding faith and a strong testimony that the Lord will be with us to the end, will compel us to say, “Nevertheless, Father, Thy will be done, and with Thy help, in patience I will follow firmly on the path that takes me back to Thee.”

Angel Abrea

God Bless

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