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Tag: my story CSA… It Steals and Steels

For days my mind’s been flooded with grief and all sorts of other CSA  emotions I’ve been trying to stifle. (I wrote this a week ago; gripped with the reality that sexualabuse steals and steels.  Today I wondered if I wrote it as another of many, many entries I would write and never publish.  But I’ll publish this today with the prayer that grown up little girls might be helped, encouraged and comforted — not alone, not wrecked, not forever bad or without hope.) [trigger warning] Hot tears flooded my eyes as I read a letter describing the discovery of sexualabuse that would lead to the destruction of a family, a home, and many individual lives.  The truth is that already bits of little lives have been forever altered, forever raw, forever lost, forever attempting to get and/or understand a correct picture of what God designed and intended for each continue reading

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Tag: my story Thanksgiving 2015

From me (and my family) to you, Happy Thanksgiving 2015 We celebrate God’s merciful kindness this Thanksgiving! I’m filled with awe and gratitude for the opportunities the Lord has given me and I am thankful to be able to share this blog with you. I sincerely wish you love, peace, joy, hope, contentment and patience. May we all give thanks unto the Lord, for He is good. always only good. May the Lord encourage your heart as you count your many blessings. May He increase your faith as you recall His loving kindness. May your joy be full regardless your circumstances. May your love abound more and more. May your faith ever be unwavering. May your all hope be in God. May He bless you more & more. with love to you.

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Tag: my story His Grace is Enough

Are you having a difficult time seeing and believing that the grace of the Lord is sufficient for you — for whatever concerns you — for the circumstances in which you find yourself today? Do you long to know — to see and believe — that His grace is enough? * n seeking to rest in knowing that His grace is enough, I pray, Lord…. please show me that Your grace is sufficient for me.  Please show me Your strength in my weakness.  So I determine to not run from this place of weakness — or to reject this season of struggle, change, and uncertainty — this season of weakness.   I don’t want to waste a day of His grace, I don’t want to waste a moment of weakness.  For it’s here that I find Him — it’s here that I clearly find His comfort and grace for each moment.   continue reading

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Tag: my story Remembering the Anchor

As I was mulling over a bunch of different events and circumstances affecting or involving our home and family this morning as the winds of change continue to blow,  and I found myself reeling in thoughts of sadness, happiness, doubt, hope, confusion — as if tossed in the waves of a rolling sea.  And then, almost as immediately as my mind was filled with cares of this life, I was calmed by the blessed assurance that “the lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places” (psalm 16) and, truly, the Lord is ever before me.  And, I’m further comforted that regardless of how this ship is tossed to and fro or whether it takes on water — or whether I stagger about, one thing I know (that I know that I know that I know): my Anchor holds. I think of the hymn, My Anchor Holds; I think of Scripture continue reading

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Tag: my story Yesterday & Tomorrow

For the last fourteen years, I’ve had a day where I’ve stood between two days, looking back and looking ahead.  Today is that day.  Fourteen years ago when I looked back at that “yesterday” and ahead to that “tomorrow,” I didn’t know that I would come to call it my Bookends Day. I didn’t know at the time that a final chapter had been written… that the baby born on June 29th would be my last living baby. And when I looked ahead to “tomorrow” that day, I was amazed that my first baby would be twenty two.  Twenty two and expecting his first baby to be born just weeks later. Very early this morning, the trucks were rolling down the lane and the chainsaws began to hum.  I knew this day was coming and I’d so dreaded it.  I cried at the thought of wrecking the very tree that continue reading

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Tag: my story Our House Our Welcome Home

♫ Never_Walk_Alone We stepped inside the front doorway of our new house nineteen years ago.  From that moment, this nearly one hundred year old farmhouse felt like home to me.  In my notebook that I carried most everywhere I went was a page of notes — prayer requests, actually.  And among those requests were *specific details — astonishingly, right before my eyes, most everything in and about this home that day.  I realized that the Lord had, in His merciful kindness allowed me to write that list, pray over it and wait on Him.  It was also in His merciful kindness that He would provide or answer those requests. That list was made as a result of talking with my sister in law about the non-availing search for a home for our family — her thoughtful, encouraging suggestion was that I just write out a request and lay it before continue reading

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Tag: my story Sincerely wrong. The IBLP-ATI Years.

Another IBLP/ATI article has surfaced… and brings to mind so many memories tonight. As many of you know, for several years, beginning in the late eighties, our family was involved in attending and subscribing to the Institute in Basic Life Principles and then for a few years with the home school program, ATI – the Advanced Training Institute.  It is very easy to distance ourselves from both IBLP & ATI today — but there was a time in the early days, it  would have been unthinkable  (I’ve written about this a number of times as referenced below).  It would have been unthinkable to question the material, motives and authorities in ATI.  I think that’s probably the case for other former IBLP/ATI families, by the way.  Even though, from time to time, a couple of other families we knew would talk over some ATI issues or problematic areas. ATI was a continue reading

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Tag: my story By The Grace of God

y mind floods with memories today — memories of days, years, decades gone by.  So many days, so many memories — so much grace the Lord has lavished on me through the gift of our firstborn daughter. Two precious sons were born to us before the Lord gifted us all with this great treasure — this inestimable gift.  I’m ever mindful that without her, I’d never have made it through.  I’m blessed by this–I’m humbled by this.  So very humbled by the grace of God in my life and the gift of her life. In the early days, I’d never have been able to consider or imagine that one day I’d sort of trade places with her—but that’s pretty much what’s happened.  I’ve received more from her than I’ve ever given.  I’d learned more from her more than I’ve ever taught her.  I’ve seen more through her eyes than I’ve continue reading

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Tag: my story A blogger’s loss & gain

ardly a week goes by that I don’t think (or mutter aloud) that this or that blog or twitter account will have a crash.  In just a matter of time there will be an incident or an avalanche of incidents that will take a blogger to an intersection in her life where she’ll be broadsided some Thursday afternoon and she’ll sit on the floor, head in her hands, crying out to God for His mercy.  But for now, she doesn’t  ask for help because she doesn’t know she needs it.  Yet. Such was the case for me… going to bed most every night regretting all the stuff that didn’t get done that day… only to wake the next morning, hurrying to get enough stuff done to be able to log on, retrieve the messages, hurriedly scan blogs of interest, personally regretting lacking the coolest format and relevant blog topics, hurriedly continue reading

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Tag: my story Married for Keeps – The Treasure

ay the LORD be with you and bless you this day!  He is so gracious to us all and His mercies are new every morning.  I share this before I share my letter with you because I know that each time I share a letter on marriage, there are sisters whose hearts are breaking and the pain of marital difficulties weighs heavily on them.  So it is with this in mind that I write and pray to offer a bit of hope today.  What I’m sharing with you today is a message I wrote many years ago and have continued mulling over and continues to be the subject most dear to my heart and a main focus of ministry to women. As I shared previously, at the beginning of each game of marbles, a circle was drawn in the dirt and the question was posed: “Are we playing for keeps, continue reading

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