tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84968544654209222252024-03-05T05:07:30.579-08:00Russell's AdventuresWe've moved! Come follow us at our new location: <a href="http://markandrobinrussell.wordpress.com">MarkandRobinRussell.com</a>Mark, Robin, and Maddie, Naomi, and Titushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10319077210128047695noreply@blogger.comBlogger212125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496854465420922225.post-35262856714380480012014-01-26T10:41:00.000-08:002014-01-26T10:41:04.810-08:00This blog has moved...Follow me at <a href="http://markandrobinrussell.wordpress.com/">markandrobinrussell.wordpress.com</a><br />
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RobinMark, Robin, and Maddie, Naomi, and Titushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10319077210128047695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496854465420922225.post-884346299619913122014-01-25T09:11:00.000-08:002014-01-25T09:18:56.580-08:00A reason for shovelingWe have lived in our house for almost three years. For the last two and half years every time it would start snowing Mark and I would almost rejoice. Because it meant that our front steps and our back steps would snow over, making it impossible to get to our house unless we lifted the garage door. This meant that we had invited you in and wanted you in our house. But, it had to take effort to get into our house. We didn't really have a reason to shovel.<br />
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Then, this year happened, the year of beloved, amazing friends. The year God would introduce us to people who would make shoveling our walkways not only a must, but a joy. We wanted to make it as easy as possible for these beloved people to make their way into our home and our hearts!<br />
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Mark and I have lived in Albert Lea for seven years, it has taken all seven years to cultivate friendships, to develop a brotherhood and sisterhood of soul friends. Which is quite funny when you think of it, because I grew up in Albert Lea, born and raised. Wouldn't you think I would be coming home to friends. But, that was not the case with me. I was coming home to people who knew me as I was and I was coming home to people who I knew before, but had not gotten to know as the adult them. People change, I change, but it takes a while to learn to trust the knew selves. We had also moved eight times in eight years and I believe we had begun to guard our hearts. What was the point of growing deep friendships if in a few years we would up and move. It was too hard on our hearts and honestly I was tired of hurting people in the process of our leaving. Building trust, building a relationship only say well sorry but we're moving and let's be honest long distance relationships just don't measure up to face to face tea, coffee, or lemonade time. Email and the phone can only count for so much, phones and email don't let you hug a person or cry on their shoulder, crying on the phone just isn't always the same. Some times it leaves you lonelier.<br />
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This year, as the snow falls, I think to myself "my goodness, one more thing to add to my day". But, I also smile and am thrilled to need to go out and shovel. While I'm shoveling I pray for the dear friends who have come into our lives. I pray for their needs, I pray blessings upon them, but I also pray for dear friends who live far away. Friends who crave to have beloved friendships were they are but have not found yet. I pray God would bring them the 12, the 3, the 1. A group of friends (the 12), beloved friends within the group of 12 that just get you (the 3), and finally that 1 person in the group that makes your heart sing. You think the same, act the same, struggle with similar stuff this is your 1 person. Jesus had 12 disciples, he had 3 good friends, and he had a beloved disciple, John, who was closer than a brother to him.<br />
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I said before that Mark and I had guarded our hearts against friendships, but last year I began to realize how lonely Mark and I had become. I also realized that guarding our hearts also allowed us to let sin in our life fester, we had chosen to live in the dark. Because when you don't have the freedom to share struggles it becomes really easy to live in the place of sin. But, having a close group of friends brings light into your spiritual life. They see you acting not quite like yourself and in love they approach you and draw you out. Giving love and encouragement, giving sword sharpening truth, bringing light into darkness. Darkness flees at the light and our souls, our lives are brightened because of these beloved friendships. So, last year I began to pray for soul friends for Mark and I. I began to pray these friends would be couples who have kids around our kids age. Oh my goodness, mercy me, did he flood us with an abundance of amazing friends. Friends who I can only say are ordained for us to know and simply 'do life with'. One couple in particular has crossed our paths several times and everything in our lives should have allowed us to meet up, but we hadn't. We have similar friends, lived in the same apartment complex, go to the same church, hike the same park, and yet we hadn't met up. This year was the year our paths would finally cross and I am so blessed and so thankful they did!<br />
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God heard my hearts desire to begin to enter into friendships, he heard my cry of needing light shining friends in our lives. This year I have not only shoveled, but sanded and salted, because I want our friends path to our house to be as safe as possible. My front door and my heart are accessible and being willing to risk hurt, risking the possibility that we may move again. I have begun to pray for our friends hearts and our hearts to be prepared for the day we might move. We don't plan on moving, it's not our desire, but none the less I want to be ready and willing to go when God says go. For now, I will rejoice at friendship, I will rejoice that I am in need of a shovel and a snow blower!<br />
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Praise the Lord for cleared paths that lead to friendship! God be praised forever and ever!Mark, Robin, and Maddie, Naomi, and Titushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10319077210128047695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496854465420922225.post-54986914798790038862014-01-24T07:48:00.000-08:002014-01-24T07:48:45.236-08:00Tunnel VisionIt is so easy to get life tunnel vision. The dryer breaks, the car is running on fumes and your not sure if these are good fumes, the kids go crazy, the bank account dries up and you start wondering if your sanity will go with it soon. You pray and pray harder, you trust and try to trust harder, but all that happens in the end is ending up in a pile of tears on the floor. I have found that I am attempting life on my own. I think God took a back seat and well if he's not going to fix it then I will! In the moment I do not think I am mustering my own strength, what it looks like to me is a desperate woman on my knees before The Lord. I am in part doing this in all honesty, but another part of me is hanging on for dear life to way I want life to steer. I am trying with all my might to hang on to the steering wheel, after all don't I know the way I want to go and isn't that the direction God wants me to go too? I have notions in my head of what I want and what I don't want and when it doesn't line up with God's, well, fine, I'll figure it out without you.<br />
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My heart has raged with jealousy this week, it has raced with frustration, and every other ugly emotion. I emailed a very good friend, who happens to be my cousin, and poured my sorry heart out to her. She gave me permission to feel these emotions, then she became a witness of God's goodness in her life. She took away the guilt of what I was feeling, it was truly freeing. Then God pointed out that life is so much more than my tunnel vision, it is so much more than simply here and now, God showed me and took my blinders off, and showed me that he is in the process of a bigger picture. A bigger picture that has my good in mind. He showed me, reassured me, to keep trusting, keeping moving forward, and to enjoy the moment, enjoy the slowness. Trust me Robin he says. Oh, to know that God has something coming, to know God is working, and not simply leaving me in a slump is oh so amazingly soul happy. I rejoice the God took my blinders off, I rejoice at the tunnel vision God was showing me I was having! I rejoice in my God, my Abba!<br />
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He has rescued me from my slump, he has turned sorrow and self pity into praise.Mark, Robin, and Maddie, Naomi, and Titushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10319077210128047695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496854465420922225.post-46467368973588836732014-01-24T07:28:00.001-08:002014-01-24T07:28:06.885-08:00The bigger pictureI have been reading Desiring God by John Piper, a book I have struggled to read going on four years now. A paragraph is a chunk for me to read, simply because it contains so much brain food. My brain struggles to take in that deep of information at one time, simply too much to think through and digest in one sitting. So a chapter has taken me a week to read. I am determined to push through this book and once and for all get it read!<br />
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Something the book brought to perspective for me was the grasp of God with a wider picture. God sees our sins as short term and while it's still sin and still saddens him and he still dislikes it, God often also has a greater wider scope of what is to be done in and through that sin. Everything always points to God's glory, even our ugliness.<br />
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So this got me thinking about life's situations and how trusting God's bigger plan ultimately puts me at peace. I think of situations where someone seeks to do me harm and it's not hard to think of ways people would want to hurt me. I think of Corrie Ten Boom and Betsy Ten Boom, I think of their situation in the concentration camp. I think of all the horrible things they saw, heard, and experienced. What is the greater purpose in it? I know that these two women had the same question, but I do also know that Betsy in particular deeply believed that God had a bigger picture than their suffering in the moment. In the moment their suffering is awfully horrible and I know from their books they thought it was horrible too. But, instead of focusing on the here and now, instead of focusing on the one horrible moment, which can lead to weeks, months, and years of horrible, as it was for these two ladies. It does take work and constant abiding in the father to withstand so much horribleness and be able to continually see the bigger picture. It takes a great deal of trust, trust which unless we are abiding is impossible in my mind to remain a hold of. Without abiding within such awfulness, one would wither and faint away, if not physically than in the mind and that is just as horrible as dying in the physical.<br />
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It is with the bigger picture in mind that I press on, encouraged and delighted that there is indeed a greater picture than just the here and now. Knowing the trials and tribulations of this world are not for naught, but has a glorious and even beautiful bigger picture. It is sometimes a moment by moment trust, which means it is a situation which I must cling tightly to my Savior and not get distracted from this relationship. To get distracted, to not feed this relationship would mean death of hope and death of joy. Because, away from the presence of God I will gain a tunnel vision of despair, death, hopelessness. For, without the constant relationship and assurance of who I am and the assurance of a beautiful picture I will not withstand the worlds cruelty.<br />
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And so with the bigger picture in mind I press on, trusting not in the momentarily circumstance, but in the greater good of the circumstance. I press on knowing the race is only a means to a beautiful end of culminating a relationship with my Abba. I rejoice that Abba has a greater purpose and that despite the circumstance, even if I am not rescued from the cave with the lions, the fiery furnace, the Egyptian Pharaoh, Hitler's army, or any other trial God's bigger purpose is with me and his other children in mind.<br />
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God be praised for ever and ever! <br />
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I had a choice to make. I could give myself permission to stay home, to soak in a Sabbath at home I so desperately need to get my mind in the peaceful place it needs to be to tackle the week. I could give myself permission, but instead it's laced with guilt. Guilt of knowing I am needed elsewhere, but knowing my family comes first and knowing what they really need is not a busy morning, what they need is quiet time with mommy and daddy. We need to connect again, especially after a day filled with mommy and daddy stressed out. We need the connection and so do they. We need to be reminded and grounded in our love as a family. We don't need one more thing to run to, we need a Sabbath, a quiet, we need to breathe. So, I gave myself permission.<br />
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Do I need the permission of other believers, no, but is it nice? Yes! We as believers have a tendancy to think that if we are not serving EVERY Sunday or in my case miss more Sundays than you've attended when you've committed to something. Yeah, that pill has been hard to swallow. It's been hard to swallow because instead of compassion and a hug of I'm so sorry life has tackled you lately. I feel like I will get the evil eye that I'm not holding up my side of the bargain, my side of the deal. <br />
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But this brings me to a bigger picture of what the body of Christ is needing. We are sick with sin, it's inherited, you can't run away from it, you can try and deny it, but no matter how hard you try it will always be there. We eat too much chocolate because we are lonely, we yell at our kids because the weight of the world is too heavy, we love and enter into relationships that are plagued with sickness not health. We gaze at someone in a way we should not be, instead of turning away, we allow ourselves to stay in the moment. A moment of unhealthy lust.<br />
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But, the thing is, we know we are sinners. We know we are holding the short end of the stick and so we cringe and shrink back. We label our selves sinners and so instead of giving each other permission, we label and cause two directions, either they try even harder to be spiritual, to please and be Holier than thou art, attempting to earn our way out of our sin or we throw in the towel, give up, and embrace the sin. Both are covering up a sickness they don't know how to deal with. So, instead of admitting it they press on, still sick, still needing a cure, still ducking their head in shame.<br />
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What they need, what I need, is a witness! I need a witness of love. A witness to hug me, to reassure me that even in my sin, especially in my sin. God the father, Jesus the savior understands my sin, he understands my heart, and loves me still. What I need is to know that I am still loved by the body of Christ, because within knowing I'm loved by the body of Christ, it becomes Christ loving me. I'm not suppose to need anyone other than Christ and when it comes down to it, your right. But, I do also know that God often uses his people in my life to bear witness to his love and his truth! He uses them as a sword to sharpen me, to get me through furnace firings in my life. I need the body of Christ and other believers need the body of Christ to give them permission to be imperfect. Let's not judge, let's love, let's pray for one another in love. Let's rejoice that God can take a sinner, a wretch, and love them to glory. Let's give each other permission to fail, let's love them through the failure, and bring them to victory in Jesus! Let's give permission and bear witness to one another the glory of God within us! Let the light in us speak for itself. When we are abiding in Christ, our love for Christ is evident, others will flock to the peace, they will crave the peace. Let us let love bring transformation.<br />
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Let us give permission for each other to sin, to be imperfect, to drop the ball. But, let's call each other to truth and love by being a witness of being in the slum ourselves, let's give testimony, let's remember were we were when we were lost. The times we still get lost. Let's give each other permission to be gone a Sunday or Sundays because life throws curve balls. Let's give each other permission to be imperfect, let's let God do what God does best. Let's be a witness of God at his best when we are at our worst!Mark, Robin, and Maddie, Naomi, and Titushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10319077210128047695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496854465420922225.post-82502905595489720322013-12-31T18:27:00.000-08:002013-12-31T18:27:05.700-08:00Looking to 2014<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyaipiAR3Pg-7WlE-oSHrMLA-aLHjuo6iXBHT962epdRLG4kSClhk4QMKEePdkJHN796HeHRCnpS4xH2TCVZt-hz7qoq9XmFJUWX9z31C7x7_uY0igdXtH6Ff4AEgo22RlkUws32yeXv81/s1600/IMG_1154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyaipiAR3Pg-7WlE-oSHrMLA-aLHjuo6iXBHT962epdRLG4kSClhk4QMKEePdkJHN796HeHRCnpS4xH2TCVZt-hz7qoq9XmFJUWX9z31C7x7_uY0igdXtH6Ff4AEgo22RlkUws32yeXv81/s200/IMG_1154.JPG" width="150" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvTGZ53_F9GKh-lZoCD5mTu310F3q5hDExBjrVAYNdWp-jCVIEcKWjhhi9KZtCwLtzkJs68Ap5kq7VMBF0UGiRfvPwBq1jz1e4j6MXzMUFlVeA_uaZRLVuL0IRybLNqNNxxlj8Qu9grj_O/s1600/IMG_1076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvTGZ53_F9GKh-lZoCD5mTu310F3q5hDExBjrVAYNdWp-jCVIEcKWjhhi9KZtCwLtzkJs68Ap5kq7VMBF0UGiRfvPwBq1jz1e4j6MXzMUFlVeA_uaZRLVuL0IRybLNqNNxxlj8Qu9grj_O/s200/IMG_1076.JPG" width="200" /></a>The last few years I have set goals for myself. One year I wanted to learn broths and soups, another year I wanted to learn to make sauces and dips, and this year Mark and I are going to learn to relax! We are going to relearn how to relax and bring fun back into our lives. Some how in the midst of living, raising kids, and paying bills we forgot how to have a life. This year we are going to dig the fun back out of the closet.<br />
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One of the ways we are going to accomplish this is honesty. If Mark's had a rough day and he needs to go get lost in the woods with his camera, then I need to be able to give him the freedom to do so. Back him a picnic and off he goes. I need him to be ready to take over the kids and let me walk out the door for a while after a stressful day of school and training the kiddos. There are going to be times Mark and I need to run away together and we'll figure out a way to accomplish it.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9FNSSN4tiPLJ97LAyu-iDAU-dtPRSi0waUt3J20kKSa8wiZFXCO2osiinmLIEum8eZaiE-qTc06l2fOKD790ZDTKguDlq3bdRSj4zmv5PqrVpFA4NBWOxU7qwEou-npThl6tMJ9rwuvnw/s1600/IMG_0795.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9FNSSN4tiPLJ97LAyu-iDAU-dtPRSi0waUt3J20kKSa8wiZFXCO2osiinmLIEum8eZaiE-qTc06l2fOKD790ZDTKguDlq3bdRSj4zmv5PqrVpFA4NBWOxU7qwEou-npThl6tMJ9rwuvnw/s200/IMG_0795.JPG" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW3lJV4TPPTkzTdKGGTuHH-3G91YFjXOSiojKrv0P83r669KARmtDt8jpXHn1QtQLkOJemQ0Kk-TuopSBNtPgsh946HYXpZobKzstulitvbn_wNWcoZu1kjRYYatgo0gHDzwFXVyNz9tav/s1600/IMG_0764.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW3lJV4TPPTkzTdKGGTuHH-3G91YFjXOSiojKrv0P83r669KARmtDt8jpXHn1QtQLkOJemQ0Kk-TuopSBNtPgsh946HYXpZobKzstulitvbn_wNWcoZu1kjRYYatgo0gHDzwFXVyNz9tav/s200/IMG_0764.JPG" width="150" /></a>One of the adventures we are going to try and bring back into our lives is camping! We love camping! Camping sings to both Mark and I's soul. Living in a tent, cooking over a fire, running around in the woods, listening to the birds sing, fishing for our supper. Biking is another adventure we full intend to bring back into our world of adventure. Lansboro is a sweet little tourist town known for it's great biking trails. Lansboro has sweet little shops, fabulous restaurants, and a world re-known pie shop! Fishing is definitely an adventure we will continue. Last summer we went fishing quite a bit and the kids loved it. We have learned that if your kids are indeed going to be serious about fishing then the flimsy kid poles are not a good choice. Definitely spend the extra money and get them a serious pole that will outlast kid antics. You get the gist, we are outdoors people and the outdoors makes our soul sing!<br />
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Relaxing for Mark also looks like painting, skateboarding, sitting by a fire for hours, spending alone time with his wife, and spending time with great friends. For me relaxing looks like sitting down with a great book, cooking/baking something yummy, riding horses, and sitting with great friends shooting the breeze and eating yummy food and drinking great beverages. I love long walks with friends, pretty much anything that gives me heart to heart time with someone.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNQEAO8Noe22-1U1a1JXZPLvXha8H-n2Dh9DPLCin_KemVWjzbFXnOBJF2FXhNPEUm6JUebY-uD1zo2AOCPbEtVbEO8XVrJepqARAmlqz2oxufV7tgZ5kWEPCKElpOeMffccSqLwjEhI39/s1600/IMG_0820.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNQEAO8Noe22-1U1a1JXZPLvXha8H-n2Dh9DPLCin_KemVWjzbFXnOBJF2FXhNPEUm6JUebY-uD1zo2AOCPbEtVbEO8XVrJepqARAmlqz2oxufV7tgZ5kWEPCKElpOeMffccSqLwjEhI39/s200/IMG_0820.JPG" width="200" /></a>We are going to find fun, we are going to start listening to our emotional needs of fun and relaxation, this will feed our spiritual, uplift us mentally, and will heal the physical.<br />
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I am looking forward to an amazing 2014! I'll let you know how our year of fun pans out!<br />
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Mark, Robin, and Maddie, Naomi, and Titushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10319077210128047695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496854465420922225.post-38204497432609460932013-11-03T10:26:00.000-08:002013-11-03T10:26:00.498-08:00The Watchful Father<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Huvp-vnPEhI8o6T5iht5dllfk6ZghU_rzz83qgjwUiNyLk9jOXavPuKhpoZr2a3QlEjvL-kfdEwYxs6EnSDvGt-6BXsaIAxCtTsGXAsZtTAP2x-XB0Dx5ij28wm7_0dv0Bd-Ds7nH_f0/s1600/DSC_0131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Huvp-vnPEhI8o6T5iht5dllfk6ZghU_rzz83qgjwUiNyLk9jOXavPuKhpoZr2a3QlEjvL-kfdEwYxs6EnSDvGt-6BXsaIAxCtTsGXAsZtTAP2x-XB0Dx5ij28wm7_0dv0Bd-Ds7nH_f0/s320/DSC_0131.JPG" width="202" /></a>I have heard quite often that our relationships are an image of our relationship with God. Today, I was thinking of my relationship with my kid's and how I watch them closely and learn their in's and outs's. I know when my kid's are over tired and need to go to bed, I know how to help them before they get to a place of being over tired. I know the signs that tell me they are on the verge of a cold or some other sickness. I what their facial expressions mean and what their body language means. I know what will make their heart sings and what will fill their cups to overflowing. I know how much or how little pressure they can handle. I also know when they are giving me attitude or struggling because they need my attention and are asking without knowing it for a mommy or daddy date. They are needing one on one time with us. It is my job as their mommy to ask the Holy Spirit for guidance into my kid's. Guidance for eyes to see my kid's and their needs, issues that I might other wise miss but are important to the raising of their hearts.<br />
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There have been many moments in my life that like my three year olds my temper flared and I was unconsolable. Like my three year olds I did not know it was the affection and love of my heavenly Father I was needing and looking for. I in my immaturity wandered around looking for spiritual food and had no realization of what I as doing. But, God knew, my heavenly Father, saw my tantrum and knew it for what it was. He would come along beside me and either through mentors or through his word and Holy Spirit guide me to the nourishing waters of his presence. He would water my soul through his Holy Spirit giving me nourishing soul soup of his word and comfort. As I grew spiritually, I have grown to know myself more and more. I have been able to go to my heavenly father before my soul erupts into an emotional molten lava volcano.<br />
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The question I asked myself this mornings was, 'does God care for me as I care for my kid's, does God have an active relationship with me as I do with my kid's. The answer in my personal life is yes. But, we can also choose to have the relationship of a child who will not and does not want the parent/child relationship. In which case God can attempt the relationship, but it is not responded to. Relationships both with my kid's and with God are what I put into them. If I abide in Christ and he abides in me, I am therefore tapped into the vine (God) and will receive nourishing relationship.<br />
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Yes, God responds as the father, knowing me intimately. My God is the watchful heavenly Father.<br />
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<br />Mark, Robin, and Maddie, Naomi, and Titushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10319077210128047695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496854465420922225.post-59644054769804331382013-10-20T17:56:00.000-07:002013-10-20T17:56:00.127-07:00Triumph and Pain...when I don't understand...Tonight I am reminded of Caedmon's Call lyrics, "This world has nothing for me and this world is everything, all that I could want and nothing that I need". The last couple of months I have had two friends develop cancer, both went under crazy amounts of radiation and chemo, and both had two very different results. My one friend after undergoing a hardcore cancer recipe has been declared cancer free. However, cancer has assaulted my other friends body. His wife has had to tell his children that their daddy is dying and that now it's about making daddy comfortable. <br />
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Complete opposite outcomes. I feel both triumph and udder sadness at the same time. I felt this deep stirring of emotions when the twins were born. A friend of ours had a son and he only lived a few hours. I was excited at the birth of our twins, but my heart wept and bleed for this mother who lost her baby. I cried out to the Lord in the unfairness of giving me twins and taking her one. Could He not have given us each one baby and called it good? My heart was torn.<br />
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As I mull over these two opposite reactions, as I mull over the pain in both situations, I know that God works for good even in our pain. I have found that it is in my agony and deep grief, that if I let God hold me, if I allow myself to get mad at God, if I allow myself to feel the pain and unfairness. It is in this place that God meets me, when he comes he brings peace. He does not always give me clarity, he doesn't always give me a reason, but he does show himself to me. He does show me sunshine in the darkness of my pain. He does not let me sink, he carries me, and lets me cry.<br />
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There is joy in miracles and tears in goodbyes. I don't really understand either, but I do know my God has proven himself to me over and over. I pray that when the road is dark and I don't understand, I pray God will pick me up and carry me.<br />
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Please pray for my friend who's family is getting ready to say goodbye to him. Lord, bring them your peace, bring them the strength that only you can give.Mark, Robin, and Maddie, Naomi, and Titushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10319077210128047695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496854465420922225.post-7291552299169582532013-10-09T09:56:00.001-07:002013-10-09T09:56:33.608-07:00It's not enough to want our nation to change! It is the people that must change!I watch our nation fall apart, I watch newscasts of government shut downs. I see republican, democrats, and everyone in between having a tantrum. I see the moral scales tilting, I see a nation I grew up to love falling apart. My Grandpa knowing that he would be drafted, entered the army willingly during WWII, serving with a medical unit on Christmas Island, experiencing horrific, horrible things my mind doesn't even want to consider experiencing. During the Vietnam era my dad too knowing the inevitable would come enlisted before he got drafted and joined the Navy. I thank the Lord everyday that the war ended before my dad God to the shores of the war, the war ended on his way to the battle fields. Their sacrifice teaches me that this country is a country worth fighting for, the freedom's it offers are worth fighting for.<br />
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I see a nation who is tolerant of affairs in marriage, a nation were marriages both in Christian homes and secular fall apart. I see a nation in which it is tolerant to be a homosexual, but Christians are being shunned and forced out of business. Someone, please tell me, how that is tolerant? It is merely taking an eye for an eye, it is giving hatred in return.<br />
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To turn our faces away from the Lord is to slap our creator in the face. Sure he's strong enough to withstand the blow, but our hearts, our hearts that need to be connected to the Saviour, our souls that hunger and thirst for God, are not strong enough. We cannot cut ourselves off from the maker and creator. I am not strong enough. Any time you take God out of the drivers seat and place a human in His place, it can only lead to ruin and a destructive crash!<br />
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Our nation does not need to change, what needs to change is the hearts of the people in our nation. A house is not made a home until a family makes it a home. America is no longer America, because it's people are choosing hatred and selfishness. The people in our nation are choosing to love themselves, they are demanding their way or no way, and they will stop at nothing to accomplish it. Is it worth it to gain a right and yet loose a nation? We have lost a love for our fellow countrymen. When the hearts of our nation change, then our nation will change. Our nation needs to change, our nation needs to not be what it once was. It needs to grow and emerge the amazing butterfly of a nation that only God alone can make it to be. Do I want the same nation as before, no, but I do want a nation were I can home school my kids without fear of loosing them. I want to live in a nation were I am not afraid of saying I love God with all my heart and all my soul and all my strength, with out the rest of the nation thinking I hate them and wish them the worse. That's not it at all! I want to live in a nation were I can learn from those around me, regardless of what their sexual orientation is, religious beliefs or skin color! I know my God is big enough to handle that and he is able to guide me through it.<br />
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What I want is for others to find the amazing peace and joy I have come to have through Jesus. I don't want to force you to have it, God didn't force me and I won't force you. But, I do want to be allowed to love the God who loves me. I do want to be allowed to do it, without you being offended. It is between you and God what you choose, but let me do it. I am not weak for loving my God, I am made strong because I am weak!<br />
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What our nation needs is healing! We need to stand in front of each other and grieve with each other. We need to grieve the lose of our country. We need to seek each others forgiveness. We need to look beyond all the crap and see each other for who we are. Sinners, each one of us, in need of forgiveness and love from each other and from God.<br />
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The hope of our nation rests in it's people, the hope of a nation rests in a nation turning from their selfishness and acknowledging others thoughts, feelings, and needs above their own. Will you be the healing change or will you be the driving force that pushes us further apart. We have a choice America! We have a choice! What will you choose to do?<br />
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As for me, I choose peace! I choose to love, I choose to love! I pray that when I don't feel compassionate God will rain it down on me. My God, My God do not turn your eyes from our nation. Send your healing, send your love, send your peace!<br />
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<br />Mark, Robin, and Maddie, Naomi, and Titushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10319077210128047695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496854465420922225.post-30539693362883699112013-09-21T12:04:00.001-07:002013-09-21T12:04:12.635-07:00When Depression Creeps In...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There are times depression comes roaring into my heart and mind like a lion on the hunt and other times it comes in small waves that build into one big title wave. Both are destructive, both can at times interfere with my ability to function on a day to day basis. There are days I wake up and it seems the lion has run me over and mauled me, sadness and self doubt drip into the wounds and puss and gangrene try to take hold. <div>
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Whether the waves have over taken me or the lion is feasting on me, both separate me from the love of God, both separate me from the love of fellow believers. Depression tells me that I am not wanted, I am rejected, I'm a failure. Along with these thoughts Satan throws in loosing a library book, a frustrated husband, a defiant kid. Because if he can "prove" it, then it must be so. This makes the depression even worse and I slip slowly but surely deeper into the hell of my mind. It literally feels like hell and it may be a taste of hell, because I cut myself off from the safety and security of the Abba Father, in my mind I turn the light switch off and throw all the night lights in the closet. Depression festers better in the dark.<div>
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The amazing thing with in this misery, was that often times I didn't feel alone, in these times while emotional death was at my doorstep, the Holy Spirit was there battling for me. I did not go through these mental battles alone. God came looking for me, he would find me, care for me, and walk me through the darkness into the light holding my hand. Once I emerged from the darkness, he would leave me in the ever presence of the Holy Spirit. My God watched as his precious daughter struggled, the Abba, the one who cares more for me than the sparrow, would come and care for me. In these times my Abba, taught me that he cares me. </div>
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Now, when I can feel myself falling into the darkness, when I can sense waves of depression rolling in, I no longer let the waves consume me. I run for the light, I run for my trusted friends in Jesus, I run and ask for prayer. Because, when I voice my depression to the Savior, when I allow my friends to surround me in prayer, light comes into the darkness and the darkness flees. When I stay isolated I set myself up for attack, I stand alone, I am vulnerable for deeper attack. So, I stand in the light, I stand in the sunshine of God's love, I stand in the love of my Saviour. </div>
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My prayer for you, my reader, is that God would bless you with friends that will shine the light in the dark places of your life. Friends, who will love you, share truth with you, and love you through life's struggles. There is nothing sweeter than knowing that at any time you are surrounded with love and encouragement. I pray you will cry out to the Lord and then with confidence watch him come to the rescue.</div>
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Mark, Robin, and Maddie, Naomi, and Titushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10319077210128047695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496854465420922225.post-7558852388133186152013-09-09T12:01:00.001-07:002013-09-09T12:25:22.137-07:00Home...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwhhgTJa5zjm6FK3G8Ewep5DPIx49kaYjQsej-Y6u2zkCqNY3B4wrqyQ8iEZdnwXrQmoMzqPeTR9dY07W0cZTh_ATkjbFJ0BEsHh8D-vv2Z2_hyc9qfG4Q3yF4Ag64ydYYlfw-nnGVD5RE/s1600/DSCF0016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwhhgTJa5zjm6FK3G8Ewep5DPIx49kaYjQsej-Y6u2zkCqNY3B4wrqyQ8iEZdnwXrQmoMzqPeTR9dY07W0cZTh_ATkjbFJ0BEsHh8D-vv2Z2_hyc9qfG4Q3yF4Ag64ydYYlfw-nnGVD5RE/s320/DSCF0016.jpg" width="320" /></a>I have always felt a little bit of a weirdo through my whole life. I tend to do things, say things, and live my life in the way I believe God wants me to. If you are a believer you know that often times this means doing things that seem weird to the people on the outside. What God wants me to say and do may not be compared with Noah building an ark on the top of a mountain in the middle of a dessert proclaiming that God will flood the earth, I do often do march to the drum of a different beat. For the most part I don't mind and I actually enjoy being different, but I haven't always enjoyed it.<br />
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In fact I would say most of my growing up, all through school, I did not like being different. I wanted to do what all the other kids were doing. For one, it was just plan ole cool, for another, if I went along with the other kids I wasn't going to be rejected, made fun of, or something far worst than my young brain could come up with. I was shy in school or so I appeared, but I wasn't shy I was insecure. Insecurity can be completely different than shy, shyness can come from insecurity and insecurity can appear shy. I know it sounds confusing but you may just have to take my word for it. Middle school, junior high, and high school I wanted nothing more than to be invisible and blend in with my surroundings. If I was quiet, if I stayed hidden in my books and in my world I would be safe. I struggled a lot in high school with depression, I would hide in my room for a week or two. How my mom let this happen while I was in school I have no idea, but she seemed to understand it, and soon I would emerge and be ready to attempt life outside my room again.<br />
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Who I was as a child and all through school is not even close to who I am now as an adult. Graduating high school could not come fast enough for me. To me it was a torture chamber, a place I was smothered and not allowed to flourish. I was put in a box and told I had only this much time to learn this amount of stuff. I walked across the graduation platform and never looked back.<br />
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I entered college and I flourished, I had more friends than ever, I was a leader, I wasn't afraid to lead. All of a sudden I had been given a pass to emerge into the person I knew I was, but was too insecure, already labeled and stamped with how others viewed me. After a couple years of college, I decided college was not for me and sought out camping ministry. I found a camp named Camp Redcloud and feel in love with the ministry, the work, the directors, and the mountains. Finding Camp Redcloud would mold me and shape me into the wife and mommy God knew I would become. Redcloud would also give me the leadership training, bible training, and love poured into me so that I could then go and pour into another persons life. Camp would last almost seven wonderful, amazing, life changing years!<br />
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I got Married to my best friend Mark, we moved to Minnesota, had three kids, and LOTS and LOTS of struggles. Being married to a best friend is both amazing and painful at the same time. Because when they hurt you, weather they meant to or not it hurts twice as much because you love them so very much. Mark and I both as sinners brought suitcase upon suitcase of hurt and life experiences. I give God all the glory, honor, and praise, because it is nothing but the grace of God that Mark and I are still together. Nothing but the grace of God that he pulled us out of the miry clay and is using us to his glory. We still <br />
have roots to pull up, we both have things to work on, but to God be the glory we are being set free to love God deeper and love each other deeper. It takes work, it takes setting down my pride for the good of Mark, even if I don't see any, it's praying and asking to see it. It takes forgiveness, asking God for large portions of it because I am usually unable to do it myself. It takes willingness and the will to want to, even if you don't want to, it takes asking the Lord to give you the want to.<br />
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The point to this novel of a post is that my whole life I have been looking for a home. I have been looking for a place to belong. There have been times I haven't even felt that I belonged to my family. I have been looking for acceptance and love and I have been disappointed time and time again. But, what I have been looking for is not rooted in what others can give me. It is rooted in what God alone can give me. I am still chewing on this and God is still working in my life over and over again in this area, but it's true. There is nothing anyone can give you, that will replace what you need to go get from the Abba Father!<br />
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Ever since I left Redcloud I have been hungry to find the same life giving abiding relationships that I found at Redcloud. After seven years of farming my marriage, continuing to plow, plant, and weed our marriage. God, I believe has brought about to Mark and I amazing friendships. He has brought amazing pastors into our lives, he has healed my relationship with my family, he is continuing even now to bring great friends into our lives. God is even now returning what the locust had taken away and eaten.<br />
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For the first time in my 33, almost 34 years of life, I can honestly say, I have come home!<br />
Mark, Robin, and Maddie, Naomi, and Titushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10319077210128047695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496854465420922225.post-55761518013816578082013-09-04T19:04:00.001-07:002013-09-04T19:06:21.862-07:00The things I say to my kids matter...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have three favorite books; The Bible, written by God who chose specific men to pen it, The little Britches series, written by Ralph Moody, and The hiding place by Corrie Ten Boom. All three of these books have a theme within them that has struck me and stuck with me.<br />
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These are books that I can read over and over because I take something new away every time. One of the themes I get from all three books is that of a Father giving life saving, life giving answers to their children that will be of the utmost importance in their lives. The Bible, written by God through mere mortal men, is a story of God working through these men's lives. It's about a Father, being willing to give up his son, to save not only the son he's sacrificing but to offer freedom to the rest of His children. He offers because to force would not really be love. The heavenly father is not a shallow kind of God, he wants us to be willing to give Him our all. But, part of the love of God is to give us the Bible, giving him a way to talk with His children. The love of a Father mentoring and shepherding his children.<br />
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The Hiding Place written by Corrie Ten Boom is about a woman who lived in Poland during the time of the Nazi's rule during WWII. Corrie gives us a picture of what her life w,as like as a girl being brought up by a Father who is a watchmaker and a mother who is a homemaker. She talks of love lost, facing death at home and in the concentration camp. The reason she tells us of her childhood is because it allows her to tell us of the wisdom her father was able to instill in her. His words of wisdom calmed a frighten child and gave her the ability to see God's hand at work, even in the concentration camps.<br />
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The impression all three books have left on me was to get on my knees before my Heavenly Father asking him to give me the right words at the right times. This means that my reaction to any given situation could mean the difference between instilling a nugget in my children's heart and minds that will stay with them until they die. Nuggets that will get them through the toughest situations, nuggets that allow them to watch and experience God's goodness, faithfulness, peace, and joy. When my kids see God live in action, they will begin to trust him and know his voice. This trust in their Heavenly Father will get them through the darkest days they face on this earth. Dark days that God almighty can turn into joy and peace. With God in their lives, there is no dark place. God will always shine a flashlight or light a candle to remind them that they are in His capable hands. There is no safer or greater place than in our Abba's hands!Mark, Robin, and Maddie, Naomi, and Titushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10319077210128047695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496854465420922225.post-10535947374251743732013-09-02T18:14:00.000-07:002013-09-02T18:14:03.887-07:00Learning to work hard...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This afternoon I went to sweep the acorns building up on our back steps. I grabbed a rake, a shop broom, and a shovel. Naomi, then went to get her rake and shovel and started to help me. This began a domino affect, Titus and Madeline went and got their rakes and shovels. What began as an attempt to make our back steps safer, became something else entirely.<br />
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Taking care of our back steps lead to raking in front of our grill so I wouldn't roll around while grilling supper. Which lead to raking around our fire pit so we could safely walk around it with out falling in it. The whole time I was working all three kids were right beside me raking, shoveling, and dumping acorns into five gallon buckets, and then dumping the bucket of acorns in a garbage bag. The whole time the kids stuck beside me, watching me, and copying me. They were proud of themselves for helping me to accomplish the task set before us. Without knowing it each of them were doing a great job of filling my bucket, both literally and physically.<br />
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When the bags of acorns were put away and all tools put away, each kiddo got to pick two pieces of candy as a reward. They did not have to help me, but they chose to, that I would love to reward!<br />
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They learned so much more than raking, they learned to stick with a job with a joyful attitude. They learned that you can have fun while working and that at times you will be rewarded for hard work. They learned that team work gets jobs done faster. Now, to get the rest of the backyard raked and bagged this week! I'm going to need more candy. ;)<br />
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Mark, Robin, and Maddie, Naomi, and Titushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10319077210128047695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496854465420922225.post-70683534711709105752013-08-27T10:40:00.003-07:002013-08-27T10:42:33.101-07:00My right hand little lady...<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Maddie's face says very well how the first few months of<br />
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I have said it once and I will probably continue to say it for the rest of her life, I have no idea how I would do twins without Maddie! I am so thankful God sent me Maddie before he sent me twins! Naomi is potty trained in part because Maddie took her to the bathroom half the time. Today the twins had their three year old check ups. While I went with Titus to get his eyes checked, Maddie went with Naomi to get her hearing checked. Then we switched, I stayed with Titus for his hearing checked and Maddie went with Naomi to get her eyes checked. Naomi happily followed Maddie and let her help her. She often helps Naomi get dressed and shoes put on while I'm helping Titus with his.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Big sister hold Titus for the first time.</td></tr>
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Maddie is a leader in among our kiddo's, although interestingly enough, she is not a leader by nature. It is interesting to watch the dynamics in my children's birth order. Although Maddie is not a natural leader, God has put her in a position in which she leads everyday. The twins watch Maddie's actions and words like a hawk. Maddie imitates Mark and I, the twins imitate Maddie. It's an interesting umbrella affect. Naomi, is my leader, yet God has placed her in the middle were without knowing it she is learning to be a follower. Daily she is learning to follow, listen, and take orders from her older sister. Titus is a leader simply because people enjoy being around him. He's smiley and bubbly, he's genuinely concerned for others, he is empathetic, and funny. Titus is a hard work content to work along side those he's working with, he's quick to complement but is also tender when he corrects someone. Titus tries to befriend everyone. Titus is the kind of guy you want on your time.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sweet rewards of being the big sister!</td></tr>
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But, back to Maddie, I am thankful that God put her in the role in our house that he has. With great responsibility comes great reward. We are working with Maddie with something called initiative. In our house our kids do not get an allowance. We do not think we should pay our kids for something that needs to be done simply to live and be a part of a family. However, we will pay and reward initiative. We have explained to our kids that initiative is "seeing something that needs to be done and doing it without being told or expecting a reward". But, when I see Maddie helping Naomi or Titus without being told, dusting when she notices it needs to be done, picking up toys without being asked. Going above and beyond is a life skill, a skill that will set Maddie apart when she goes into the work place and begins to work for a living.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">3 years old, Maddie was already<br />
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I am in awe of the young lady Maddie is becoming. She is tender hearted, often gives up her own way for the benefit of another, she often shows initiative, she loves God and is learning more and more how to have a relationship with Jesus her Savior.<br />
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Thank you Maddie for making this mommies job so much easier! I love you so much!!<br />
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<br />Mark, Robin, and Maddie, Naomi, and Titushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10319077210128047695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496854465420922225.post-45697017611376623052013-08-25T18:44:00.001-07:002013-08-25T18:45:32.275-07:00Jumping up and down...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk965rhV0pHkmcCxrk6PbdH3fiNweN8okWYlhucmwkckxOuSQofvIrZk_AuACMxoV7NncGuIWPLroXRIb2haSp6s1fcJfkyd-fdwUyMkMFjcySVHZmwRuvaOtUDyOHc9EAHlMBkqh4rOM-/s1600/IMG_8521.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk965rhV0pHkmcCxrk6PbdH3fiNweN8okWYlhucmwkckxOuSQofvIrZk_AuACMxoV7NncGuIWPLroXRIb2haSp6s1fcJfkyd-fdwUyMkMFjcySVHZmwRuvaOtUDyOHc9EAHlMBkqh4rOM-/s200/IMG_8521.JPG" width="200" /></a>I have a picture in my head of Titus jumping up and down because he hears the garage door open and he knows that means daddy is home! Titus is seriously bummed when he sees Mark get his brief case because he knows he's not going to get to play with daddy all day long. Titus is pretty sure Mark hung the moon!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFvD4At7EuT4hVJurRGU3DGiY1eFQdc3akrS5zM8_bcMZJFUQwWxYIPHKfMGaxRRW8A6URICCiNOZCLaBzSMpgJfOmmzXfh-S1pDfyzZ6qt9KxsxAur6Mlvg7Xm-Q7NO_Nz7KmYxEbRKOi/s1600/IMG_8563.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFvD4At7EuT4hVJurRGU3DGiY1eFQdc3akrS5zM8_bcMZJFUQwWxYIPHKfMGaxRRW8A6URICCiNOZCLaBzSMpgJfOmmzXfh-S1pDfyzZ6qt9KxsxAur6Mlvg7Xm-Q7NO_Nz7KmYxEbRKOi/s200/IMG_8563.JPG" width="200" /></a>When I go to die, I pray that I am jumping up and down because I know I am going home to my heavenly father. I want to know that as I am leaving my earthly body the "garage door" is opening and I will soon see Jesus my savior who will bring me to the throne of my Abba Father, the creator of all things.<br />
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I want to long for my heavenly Father as Titus waits for his daddy!Mark, Robin, and Maddie, Naomi, and Titushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10319077210128047695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496854465420922225.post-42974016394399479182013-08-25T13:38:00.002-07:002013-08-25T13:38:31.723-07:00Faithful...There is one theme God has shown throughout my life, the theme is faithful. My God is faithful God, he is a God who cares about the big stuff in my life, but he also cares deeply about the little things in my life. How do I know? Because, I cry out to Him, and he hears me, he not only hears me, he either carries me through the stuff or he takes it away. Sometimes he requires me to go through it, such as cleaning my house. This morning I looked around my house and you would have thought a tornado came through and dropped things where ever it wanted to. My kiddo's are sick and I know the best things for them are not found on the shelves of wal-mart, which means I need to spend time in my kitchen. I also knew that laundry had piled up and needed to be delt with. Sigh...my load had gotten to heavy and I could not carry it. So I did what any self respecting overwhelmed woman would do. I sat myself down and had a good ole cry! Crying does something amazing that nothing else releases. I can sit down, have a good cry, dry my eyes, go to the throne of God, and come out ready with a plan. After a good cry and a good chat with my Lord and Savior life usually looks amazing after that.<br />
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So I started with the bedrooms, then found myself in my office, laundry had gotten started, the stove had been turned on and my concoctions were brewing. I was also blessed with my hubby and kids pitching in to help me. God was faithful to pull me through today, he didn't make the laundry disappear, I still needed to do the work, but God changed my heart attitude, and little by little, the work has been chipped away.<br />
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God is faithful to bring me through it! One by one the do to list gets smaller and smaller. So thankful God cares about overwhelmed mommies like me! Praise be to the Lord!Mark, Robin, and Maddie, Naomi, and Titushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10319077210128047695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496854465420922225.post-5748076409805679182013-08-25T11:10:00.000-07:002013-08-25T12:03:22.833-07:00Elder Berry Syrup and Chicken broth our multivitamin!<span style="font-family: inherit;">Allergy season has kicked in at our house. Our kids have everything from runny noses, sore throats, and itchy eyes. Maddie's eyes are swollen and puffy and Titus is already sounding pre-pneumonia. I should know by know to start all my remedies a week early so I actually have them on hand as start them even before allergy season. Lesson learned, I'll start preparing a head next year.</span><br />
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There are three basic go to remedies I try to keep stocked. The first is raw local honey, I am thankful that our natural store just down the road carries delicious local honey! The second is chicken broth, I will start using this in almost everything! I will make sure to have either warm broth to drink at meals, make rice with the chicken broth, or soups. This is a sure way to get nutrients into my families bodies. The third remedy is elderberry syrup. I learned of this syrup from a friend of mine who had made it for her family. All three of my kids, as well as my husband and I suffer from weak immune systems. You can used dried or fresh elderberries, either work fine. I will post recipes for all three of my go to remedies.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Elderberry Syrup Recipe<span style="line-height: 10.5pt;">- 1 cup fresh or 1/2 cup dried organic Elderberries (harvest blue or black, avoid poisonous reds)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> Carrots, celery, broccoli stems, onions. I often save the ends and scrapes of my raw veggies. It may not look like much at first but by the time you go to make broth it will have added up. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> Marjoram, sage, and oregano are all herbs that aide in helping sinuses. Dried or fresh work fine.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I can usually get two to three gallons of chicken broth from two to three chicken carcasses. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;">This really is worth checking in your area to find a local source. It tastes ten times better than the store stuff and does wonders for allergy sufferers!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;">One more thing that helps my families sinuses is warm tea with honey, it soothes the throat, soothes the nasal passages, and tastes yummy. Given right before bed the honey helps with calming coughing attacks.</span></div>
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Mark, Robin, and Maddie, Naomi, and Titushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10319077210128047695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496854465420922225.post-26322779138709134992013-08-22T13:04:00.004-07:002013-08-22T13:04:40.239-07:00A Legacy...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzNuj5DIP7kLGiXeQKa3BTQSRlJhp0h8seCD1kfZEsAZdBwwavOt5mft4cE7M-tq6KVwWApnglec0lXlAjIXq4l5xhcy5Od1LLAoJNOuYA-lK1a4S2lZrOGz7McLhHkZXmhrFKJMqTLiZw/s1600/DSC_0032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzNuj5DIP7kLGiXeQKa3BTQSRlJhp0h8seCD1kfZEsAZdBwwavOt5mft4cE7M-tq6KVwWApnglec0lXlAjIXq4l5xhcy5Od1LLAoJNOuYA-lK1a4S2lZrOGz7McLhHkZXmhrFKJMqTLiZw/s200/DSC_0032.jpg" width="200" /></a>My life is different because of a young man, named Larry Wardrup,while in high school he had the guts to ask my mom out for coffee. As they were talking over coffee this young man presented the gospel to my mom, and she accepted Jesus into her heart and life.<br />
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I have always wanted to find this man and thank him in person. I have searched the internet, but have always walked away with no way to contact him. You see what Larry did not know was the deeply troubled home my mom came from. My mom grew up in a very abusive family, a family ran by fear and torment. When Larry shared the gospel with my mom he introduced her to the savior who would be the one to be able to bind and heal her wounds.<br />
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I have memories of my mom sitting on her bed reading her bible and getting to know her Jesus deeper. I have seen Jesus carry my mom through some of her darkest days walking this earth. My mom is the one who helped me to ask Jesus into my heart. I have had the privilege of teaching and showing Jesus to my kiddo's, all three of my kids have asked Jesus into their hearts and lives.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJnKPEGyQeVOgebthy0ddyLdSF8x79HccG1EqlvO9OFk8ep875PUbuY80W_GjFUiqAj80stOc1RKvb1_f5Gr8ppMuPUD3gfBm1EUkJ0wlmSdGJhgXEfNuV71HdcuD60nVQWlefqDjlgJdM/s1600/IMG_0011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJnKPEGyQeVOgebthy0ddyLdSF8x79HccG1EqlvO9OFk8ep875PUbuY80W_GjFUiqAj80stOc1RKvb1_f5Gr8ppMuPUD3gfBm1EUkJ0wlmSdGJhgXEfNuV71HdcuD60nVQWlefqDjlgJdM/s200/IMG_0011.JPG" width="150" /></a>What Larry gave my mom was a generational gift. It would be a gift that would be received by generations down the road. My life, my kid's lives are different because Larry shared the hope of Jesus Christ with my mom.<br />
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Larry Wardrup, where ever you are, thank you! Thank you for sharing Jesus with my family!Mark, Robin, and Maddie, Naomi, and Titushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10319077210128047695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496854465420922225.post-26388191480137092682013-08-21T12:09:00.001-07:002013-08-22T10:02:17.177-07:00I use to want to...<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Loving life for me looks like watching<br />
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I use to look at other people's lives and wonder why my life wasn't as fun filled as theirs. Wondered why I didn't have the awesome camper, the amazing diamond ring, or a thrilling adventurous life. I kept hearing my friends say how much they loved their lives and they truly meant it, they really did love their life. I would start crying, because I didn't love my life and I wanted to.<br />
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It occurred to me that if I was desiring something, if I wanted something, or if there was something missing in my life, then I needed to take these desires and wants to the Lord. I needed to align myself with Christ and get my attitude right.<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">I went before the Lord and poured my heart out to him. I started with a pity party telling the Lord I see others have this, that, and the other thing. I then asked for forgiveness for having the pity party and then I could get to the heart of the matter. I told the Lord what I was really wanting was to love my life. I prayed continually for God to bring a love of life back into my life. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">As always, God hears, God cares, and God answered! First, God started with having me do a self evaluation. Why was I not loving life and was I responsible for the fact that I wasn't loving life. The answer was yes I was the one responsible for not loving my life. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Loving life first begins with loving Jesus the savior and God the father. Real joy, lasting joy, can only come when one is abiding in Christ. Apart from Christ, apart from the vine (John 15:5) we can do nothing. Which means I cannot love life either. If I am not abiding in Christ then everything I am doing, every relationship I have is only meant to give me instant gratification, which will wear off after time. Some times with in minutes. My love of life first has to stem from a love of the father! The start of loving life was reconnecting to my "vine" and reconnecting to my savior. Allowing my savior to fill my cup to overflowing. The second thing was to being to pray for the Lord to bring into my life that which would bring me closer to him, but also fill my want of loving life.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">My love of life also began by pouring out into others, spending time with friends. Having heart to heart conversations, mentoring young moms, and mentoring others. It has also looked like walking/running to get my body back into shape to have energy. This too has opened opportunities to go for walks with friends and again opening up time for conversation and time to deepen relationship with my friends. Loving life looks like holding my husbands hand and watching my kids ride their bike. Loving life looks like having great food, great friends, and great beer. Loving life looks like praying to either get back into horses or for the Lord to bring in a new passion. Loving life looks like me humbling myself and constant asking For more of Him and less of me. I seriously repeat this pretty much all day, every day. It's all I want in this world is to have more of God in me and less of myself.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Loving life is a two fold process, it's asking God to open your eyes to the things your having pity parties about and then repenting of them. But, it's also looking around and seeing the things that already allow me to love my life. It's practicing thankfulness and gratitude. Changing our perspective so that it radiates Christ back to us, allowing us to love life. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">If you don't know were to start, go to God the father and ask him. He is so faithful to his children! He loves us so much and he wants us to find joy abundantly. But, joy and a love of life will only ever come from Christ alone, from more of God and less of me!</span></span><br />
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Mark, Robin, and Maddie, Naomi, and Titushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10319077210128047695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496854465420922225.post-1572978389775878062013-07-16T18:41:00.000-07:002013-07-16T18:43:27.356-07:00You cannot force a cocoon or a petal to open!You cannot force a cocoon or a flower petal to open. You can force them, but both will be destroyed and the extent of their beauty will be destroyed. This is also true of children, you cannot force them to be ready for something. As much as we would like to force our hand in situations, it cannot be done.<br />
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However, in the midst of waiting for the flower pedal to open, it does require soil, sunlight, and water. It does require care. This is also true with kiddos. One example of this is my Madeline. Last year she began kindergarten and we began putting together letter sounds to form words. Learning C-A-T, spells cat and D-O-T, spells dot. We worked on memorizing words you simply cannot sound out. We have also read to Maddie since she was in my womb. We read semi hard books, easy books, just about anything she shows interest in. Blending words, especially big words can be quite overwhelming for the new reader. But, we pushed through. We continued working on letter sounds, putting the letter sounds together and reading words together. We learned how to find word families and to blend them together to figure out the word. There were light bulb moments going on all through the year at different times. I was giving her the information she needed and letting her grasp the concepts as her brain and emotions were ready. Sure enough she has exploded as a reader.<br />
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Another example is Madeline learning to swim. She has been afraid of putting her face in the water, afraid to go in even shallow water without her life jacket. We have had her take swimming lessons to get use to the water and learn swimming strokes. We have swam with her, we have let her jump to us in the water, we have helped her feel safe in the water. Then today I took her in deeper water with her life jacket on and showed her that she would float with her life jacket on. Once she realized she could float, she then realized she could swim for real, then she went in shallow water were she could touch and taught herself how to swim.<br />
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Patience and the willingness to continue to teach tools that will aid in their success of grasping a concept is priceless and very well worth it! Sometimes a tool looks like teaching letter sounds, sometimes it looks like teaching them they can float in water, sometimes it is teaching them that I am trust worthy. Sometimes the tool is working on a character trait that needs to be strengthened.<br />
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I have been encouraged over and over again as I have anxiously waited and prayed for my kids to grasp what I am teaching. Sure enough, they do!Mark, Robin, and Maddie, Naomi, and Titushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10319077210128047695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496854465420922225.post-80956413522657827512013-07-03T08:46:00.000-07:002013-07-03T08:46:10.201-07:00The big jig saw puzzle I have always had a heart to minister to others and I have always had a heart for ministry. I began ministry by leading a small group bible study while I was in high school. I have lead kid's clubs, worked for the salvation army day camp, lead campus crusade on a college campus, worked at a christian camp ministering to staff, campers, and families. I have co-lead a singles ministry and now I have a ministry raising my own three kiddo's.<br />
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When I married I had just come off of a three year run as head wrangler at Camp Redcloud. I was burned out and needed a break from ministry, but the ministry break didn't really come until we had the twins. I have been on a three year sabbatical of raising and surviving twins and their big sister and working on my relationship with Mark.<br />
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God has used my time of raising kids, working on my relationship with Mark, and homeschooling my kids to come to the place were I am today. Mark and I have gone through stages of metamorphosis! Going from a egg, to a caterpillar, molting numerous times, and finally emerging as a butterfly. Then we will begin the cycle again as God we continue to raise our kids and go through life becoming more in His likeness and going through yet another metamorphosis.<br />
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I am excited at the place God has finally brought Mark and I. We have struggled, we have cried, and God has turned our tears and sorrows into joy. He has triumphed in our lives, He has the victory over sin and struggles in our lives!<br />
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The Lord let me have a time of quiet, a time of giving to Mark and the kids, and a time of being quiet. Now, God has brought both Mark and I on board with a heart towards ministering again. We have no idea what this looks like. It could mean moving and joining another camp or other ministry. It could mean ministering within our church. It could look like ministering to our neighborhood. We don't really know, we simply know God is moving in our hearts and lives and we are ready to see what the next piece is to our puzzle.<br />
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This week I have had the chance to pour truth, scripture, and prayer into the life of a precious dear young lady in my life. Helping her to walk through her struggles and love her at the same time. Giving her the same truths that were given to me by people who loved me through my struggles. Praying for God's triumph in her life and God's victory of freedom in her life! I am both humbled and thrilled that the Lord is using me again in the lives of others for His glory!<br />
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God is using me where I am at in my life in the lives of others. My willingness to submit to my husband and raise the kid's God has entrusted to me in the way I know he wants me to raise them, is ministering to others in powerful ways. Oh, yes Lord, use me!!!<br />
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I am so thankful for the down time God has given me from ministry but I am SOOOO ready and SOOO excited to jump back in with both feet. One of my very favorite aspects of ministry is inviting people over to share meals with us. Allowing the setting for conversation to flow in any direction it wants or needs to go. Simply living life with others and being real with them.<br />
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God is using me and I am so ready!Mark, Robin, and Maddie, Naomi, and Titushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10319077210128047695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496854465420922225.post-13873318064596905662013-04-23T12:52:00.004-07:002013-04-23T12:52:51.082-07:00Tackling Goliath<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRSI6DUAhflDZdqtUw8l5jkJiTxd_J6dZn9Oi7paf8x-0zMBVMgpRlUPMbrZkX6qP4Ar2N79Sg2fGL3hX9cmCJSQ1TGf9JKO7wiPSXfFmAczq8yD0ruSJDAeLl1sQVvYaM15TjOLF-bDEY/s1600/David-and-Goliath-Bible-Story1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRSI6DUAhflDZdqtUw8l5jkJiTxd_J6dZn9Oi7paf8x-0zMBVMgpRlUPMbrZkX6qP4Ar2N79Sg2fGL3hX9cmCJSQ1TGf9JKO7wiPSXfFmAczq8yD0ruSJDAeLl1sQVvYaM15TjOLF-bDEY/s200/David-and-Goliath-Bible-Story1.jpg" width="200" /></a>This last weekend Mark and I went to the <a href="http://www.mache.org/" target="_blank">MACHE </a>homeschooling conference held <br />
in Minnesota for two days. We learned so many tools to put in our parenting and teaching belts. We walked away with a glimpse into the different ways boys and girls learn. We walked away with a better grasp on how to engage my preschoolers while teaching my first grader. We also learned how to better teach our kids habits and character!<br />
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During one of the classes on forming habits I began to pray and seek the Lord for the habit we needed to address first. I knew that we have a fairly good grasp on obedience in our house. I had an idea of what habit to address first, but I wanted to make sure I was on the right track. I talked with Mark and we both prayed and decided the area we need to tackle first is whining. All of our kids whine from time to time, but, one of our kids in particular thinks that whining is the best form of communication. Now that I knew whining was the first habit to address, the next thing to do was pray, pray, and pray some more! Pray for wisdom, pray for the soil of their hearts and minds to be ready to be tilled, ready to be molded. We can plant the seeds, we can provide the training, but, if their hearts aren't ready the seeds will fall among rocks or be plucked up by "birds". <br />
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I decided to use the story of David and Goliath. We acted out the story and the kids learned that David's brothers, the ones sent to fight Goliath were grown men like their daddies, grandpa's and how David was young like their cousin Elijah. I told them that David knew that it was not himself that would defeat Goliath, but that it would be God using him to kill Goliath. I then shared with them that in our lives Goliath is not always a person. Sometimes, Goliath is the hard thing we have been asked to do. Goliath in our lives can be having to pick up the toy room, eating something we don't like, having a good attitude when we would rather whine and complain. I told them that Daddy and I were no longer going to accept whining. I told them that our new slogan was going to be "whining gets you nothing". We talked about how David did not whine and fuss about facing the giant. He was bold and called on the name of the Lord to help him and he won his battle! When we call on the name of the Lord he will bring us help!<br />
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We have already begun operation no whining. Last night Naomi was whining at reading time and she was sent to her bed and was not allowed to read with us. Today, Maddie was having a hard time getting a grip on her whining and complaining. I reminded Maddie that this was a Goliath in her path right now and to be like David and ask for God's help. Remembering David's good attitude, helped Maddie to calm down and get control of her attitude.<br />
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We were taught that a habit takes 6-8 weeks to master. We are at the beginning stages of our training and I do say ours. Because Mark and I are just as much mastering the art of not grumbling and complaining just as the kids our.<br />
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I hopped on the Internet to find some articles on dealing with whining, one article I found it home. The author said that it is important to replace the whining with gratefulness and thankfulness<br />
. Which excites me, because really, we are mastering two habits rolled into one. Learning the art of seeing what he have been given or are being given and being content to not have more. Learning to be thankful, learning see the blessing in what we already have.<br />
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Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord I am able to instill in my children Godly habits that will see them well through life. Scripture says, <span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><b>Philippians 2:14-16 "</b></span><span style="background-color: #f9fdff; color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 25px;">Do everything without grumbling or arguing, </span><span style="background-color: #f9fdff; color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 25px;">so that you may become blameless and pure, “children of God without fault in a warped and crooked generation.”</span><span style="background-color: #f9fdff; color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 25px;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b><i> </i></b></span></span><span style="background-color: #f9fdff; color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 25px;"> Then you will shine among them like stars in the sky </span><span style="background-color: #f9fdff; color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 25px;">as you hold firmly to the word of life". </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #f9fdff; color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 25px;">Lord, mold us and shape us into your image!</span>Mark, Robin, and Maddie, Naomi, and Titushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10319077210128047695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496854465420922225.post-61262720877352788992013-04-10T19:55:00.002-07:002013-04-10T19:55:29.924-07:00Bloom were you're Planted<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Minnesota is NOT were I pictured I would be planted, but, here I am none the less. Eight years ago I was literally galloping through the rocky mountains of Colorado. I was high in altitude and high on the adventures of life. I was a rock climbing, bike riding, horse riding, cross country skiing fool! I lived in a small, four bedroom, a bit bigger than a shack of a house, and loved it! While I was in Colorado God stretched me, molded me, and refined me. Then, when God thought I was ready, he sent me back to the one place I did not sign up to go. I would have raised my hand in a second to go to the far reaches of Africa, but Minnesota, come on, really?!<br />
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What is in Minnesota? Why, about four or five generations of my family. Minnesota is were my great, great, great, great grandfather decided to build a homestead. It is were my family is. It was suppose to be a quick stop in our newly wedded journey. A couple years spent with family, then off to who knows where. Some where exciting, some where amazing. However, I got pregnant six months after our wedding, this halted our plans real quick. Then, a couple months after I gave birth to our daughter I got severe post partem and our daughter became severely colicky. About a year after our daughter was born, we even attempted to escape Minnesota. We journeyed to Oregon, then after seven months, my husband got laid off. We then journeyed back to Minnesota. Here we are, back in Minnesota.<br />
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So, here I am in Minnesota, not Africa, not Colorado, Minnesota. Yet, I can tell you without a shadow of a doubt. It is were we are suppose to be. It is where God has chosen to plant us and use us for his glory. I am indeed a full time missionary! I am on the front lines of the battle field of salvation for souls. The Lord is using me right where I am! I am a wife and a mom who chooses to make sure our home is a well oiled machine and home school my three kid's. I am training my little apprentice women and my apprentice little man to love the Lord their god with all their heart, mind, and soul. I have a huge ministry to my husband and to my children.<br />
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God is using me in the lives of other mom's seeking to home school their kiddo's. God is using me in the lives of me nieces and nephews. God is using me in blessing others with meals. I am simply living life, opening up myself to others, being real, being honest. Being someone others can struggle with, struggle and be set free by the truth of the word of God.<br />
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I have learned that simply plodding along in the humdrum of the everyday, is the heart of being a missionary. I am willing, I am wanting to be used by God, and indeed he is using me!<br />
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<br />Mark, Robin, and Maddie, Naomi, and Titushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10319077210128047695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496854465420922225.post-11923929122314183642013-04-03T07:22:00.001-07:002013-04-03T07:22:42.878-07:0023 degrees! Outside they Go! Hands on learning!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe2GNIL2I7EXPm3MjNH5an8fvUc7S2Zwo1h_vLWeb1B6D9kZfZtRP3zDy7Rt50m8RpBbVISBhbR2dJ1NpO3VMh_BZmFE5-GduSWqyjYBzZCq6cHR3b8uS1zGsFnlV9_5rSyjD9c3jh8eJZ/s1600/IMG_0428.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe2GNIL2I7EXPm3MjNH5an8fvUc7S2Zwo1h_vLWeb1B6D9kZfZtRP3zDy7Rt50m8RpBbVISBhbR2dJ1NpO3VMh_BZmFE5-GduSWqyjYBzZCq6cHR3b8uS1zGsFnlV9_5rSyjD9c3jh8eJZ/s200/IMG_0428.JPG" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyBkzoAD_Vy2rKFOXf1bxgZly-RZN_XBrgbb6xk70mUfwn_qdou5m78ZpewHI1CsPtJrzd1F9iHD1jgyFIycgABXbUdfOWhC39E38HtZUhtGXuQNiBOHg5XpzqFovj-Ptdv5z029TMdLLq/s1600/IMG_0429.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyBkzoAD_Vy2rKFOXf1bxgZly-RZN_XBrgbb6xk70mUfwn_qdou5m78ZpewHI1CsPtJrzd1F9iHD1jgyFIycgABXbUdfOWhC39E38HtZUhtGXuQNiBOHg5XpzqFovj-Ptdv5z029TMdLLq/s200/IMG_0429.JPG" width="200" /></a>Minnesota is more often snowy and cold than it is anything else. Our kids can be cooped up inside for literally months at a time. Everyone, including parents, go stir crazy. We have our homeschooling outings going ice skating and bowling. While those times are fun and let them wear off energy, there is nothing like sending them out the back door to explore their world. The fun part about sending them outside for me is watching the differences in their play while outdoors. Some go right to work finding something they can "work" on, others gaze at their surroundings mesmerized by all the animals business. Some of the kids are content watching other kids as they "work" and watch the animals. Yet, other times they play together and fine something to do as a whole group.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFVbm9fgjOnT1wSXX7SCM3JByuwF2rlCvQnYU2zXq4xIqT7GzTqKvlh_Au-_JXPXnmK535xp6YfSIsDXKn6ngMe7FxfMEz8tTxscQPoxAEYWZ_Sq3E6LkPiwOMOBrodzoQf1nwGLFumPPq/s1600/IMG_0435.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFVbm9fgjOnT1wSXX7SCM3JByuwF2rlCvQnYU2zXq4xIqT7GzTqKvlh_Au-_JXPXnmK535xp6YfSIsDXKn6ngMe7FxfMEz8tTxscQPoxAEYWZ_Sq3E6LkPiwOMOBrodzoQf1nwGLFumPPq/s200/IMG_0435.JPG" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbCz9RhuEEFKM6SrR5koe5OJVF6c4mQfX4z1Eli7xRjzuGAtAm_ExD6BTvZZRy8tretZHMoyH8M5EJ_3Rdv1Aq1r8f78bDW5wW_VPzbh2bYspymPUP1bDA3GBjCt22lW1ZZW-g5K-zQFei/s1600/IMG_0431.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbCz9RhuEEFKM6SrR5koe5OJVF6c4mQfX4z1Eli7xRjzuGAtAm_ExD6BTvZZRy8tretZHMoyH8M5EJ_3Rdv1Aq1r8f78bDW5wW_VPzbh2bYspymPUP1bDA3GBjCt22lW1ZZW-g5K-zQFei/s200/IMG_0431.JPG" width="200" /></a>With their pails, shovels, trucks and cars, they go and explore the world around them. Without knowing it they experience textures, they experience working together and having to share, learning to give up what they want for the good of someone else. They learn that trying to walk up an icy hill may not be the best idea, nor the safest. They learn to be careful, they learn how many shovel fulls of snow will fit in their buckets (learning both science and math).<br />
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Playing outside is chalk full of learning experiences, but, mostly, it's just plain ole fun!!Mark, Robin, and Maddie, Naomi, and Titushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10319077210128047695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496854465420922225.post-12403197073773676362013-03-27T11:01:00.000-07:002013-03-27T11:02:59.805-07:00Read your bible, Pray everyday<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Madeline's flowers growing from good nutrients</td></tr>
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Today, during circle time, the kid's learned the ways that we can get to know God.<br />
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1st, we learned that Prayer, is the way we are able to have a conversation with God. It's one of the ways he talks with us. Prayer, allows us to tell Him our fears and concerns, it allows us to give him thanksgiving and praise.<br />
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2nd, if we read our bibles and pray everyday, we will grow, grow, grow. If we neglect our bibles and do not pray every day we will shrink, shrink, shrink (are you singing the song in your head?)<br />
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We discussed what happens to plants when they are watered and given the nutrients they need. They flourish, grow, and are beautiful. Growing and giving the seeds they need to be replanted. We then talked about what happens when plants don't get watered or taken care of. They wilt and become dead and useless.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Naomi's flower's growing from nutrient's</td></tr>
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Today, they drew pictures of flowers, but next week I am going to buy white flowers from the flower market. We are then going to cut a bit of the stem off of our flower, put water in vases and then add food coloring to the water. We will then watch as our flowers turn colors as they drink the water in the vase. This does two things, it helps us see first hand how flowers get water (science), it also let's us see how when we have God's word in our hearts, when we are in relationship with God. When we "soak" up God's nutrients, he changes us and the world is able to see something beautiful in a messed up, scarred world.Mark, Robin, and Maddie, Naomi, and Titushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10319077210128047695noreply@blogger.com0