<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:37:05.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom Rocks!</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts on motherhood,family and other random stuff from someone who's just trying to figure it all out!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-5534698419621378273</id><published>2010-01-11T22:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T08:03:58.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mud</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how being a parent has lead me into many new revelations about our Heavenly Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, my son decided the best way to settle an argument with his little sister was to put her in a choke-hold.  Obviously, he's got a lot to learn when it comes to conflict resolution.  Of course, he was immediately sent to his room while his sister "milked" the situation for all the sympathy she could get.  (Yeah, she may be little, but she's no dummy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes had passed, I called my son downstairs to have the "now, tell me what you did wrong" talk.  His still had an angry countenance, and he was unwilling to admit his wrongdoing.  He balked when I told him he needed to talk to God and tell Him he was sorry for what he had done, as well as apologize to his sister.  As I left him sitting on the family room floor, I felt a deep sadness and a bit of righteous indignation because for a moment, I saw in my child the bitterness of pride and arrogance. Then I couldn't help but wonder, "Is this just a glimpse of what my Heavenly Father sees in me when I refuse to confess my sin?"  He is righteous, pure and holy, and my arrogance and pride must be even more offensive to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no wonder that Solomon, in Proverbs 6, lists "haughty eyes"as one of seven things God hates.  Not only does pride lead us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;into&lt;/span&gt; sin, it also prevents us from reconciling ourselves to God and others.  When we're arrogant and proud, we're like pigs who are drawn to the mud and wallow in the slop, refusing to get clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after wrestling with his pride for a few minutes, I could hear my son crying and talking to God about what he had done when he hurt his sister.  I didn't ask him what he said when he prayed, but I could see his attitude had changed.  He decided to crawl out of the mud pit and settle it with God.  I know it was painful for him, but it's all a part of the process we need to go through to experience God's forgiveness and grace and understand that we need a Savior.  He's still young and trying to understand it all, but he's on his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-13667"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-13667"&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt; he may speak in their ears&lt;br /&gt;      and terrify them with warnings, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-13668"&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt; to turn man from wrongdoing&lt;br /&gt;      and keep him from pride, &lt;/p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-13669"&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt; to preserve his soul from the pit,&lt;br /&gt;      his life from perishing by the sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 id="passage_heading"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Job 33:16-18 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-5534698419621378273?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/5534698419621378273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2010/01/crawl-out-of-mud.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/5534698419621378273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/5534698419621378273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2010/01/crawl-out-of-mud.html' title='Mud'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-4861528276915430841</id><published>2009-11-24T23:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T23:23:29.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Before You Speak</title><content type='html'>"Think before you speak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's something I've said to my almost 7-year-old son many times lately, but I'm thinking these words may have been a good piece of advice for a super-polite bank teller I encountered this morning:  My friend and I have a small handmade jewelry business, and I was at the bank's drive-in making a deposit from last week's craft show sales.  The deposit slip said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eliza Jane Jewelry&lt;/span&gt;, the name of our business.  After processing my deposit, she sent the receipt back to me and said, ever-so-politely, "Thank you, Ms. Jewelry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're wondering, I didn't have the heart to alert her to her mistake, so I just said, "Thank you, " and laughed hysterically as I pulled out of the parking lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-4861528276915430841?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/4861528276915430841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2009/11/think-before-you-speak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/4861528276915430841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/4861528276915430841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2009/11/think-before-you-speak.html' title='Think Before You Speak'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-7132076446711464357</id><published>2009-10-24T21:44:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T00:27:08.294-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Common Sense:  Use It, or Lose It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuO_1xmrdYI/AAAAAAAAAMA/7QOwbVAzSPc/s1600-h/j0282747.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuO_1xmrdYI/AAAAAAAAAMA/7QOwbVAzSPc/s320/j0282747.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396367709089527170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks back I listened to an interview with noted British evolutionary biologist and author of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The God Delusion&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Dawkins"&gt;Richard Dawkins,&lt;/a&gt; who persistently claimed the supremacy of science and the empirical search for answers over religious faith in a Creator.  The interviewer kept insisting that although the existence of God could not be proven, believing in a Creator just made more sense than believing there is no God.  Dawkins, admitting he couldn't explain how the universe came to exist or that he could prove there is no God, continued to put his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faith&lt;/span&gt; (oh, yes, it's faith) in his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;belief&lt;/span&gt; (because there's absolutely no proof) that one day (somewhere, somehow) science would be able to explain the spontaneous, "God-less" beginnings of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, to use a popular phrase, it seemed Mr. Dawkins couldn't see the forest through the trees.  Now, I'm not trying to put him down or to pretend that I'm all-wise and all-knowing.  Don't get me wrong.  Obviously, Mr. Dawkins is a very intelligent guy, but with all his knowledge, experience, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faith&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;belief&lt;/span&gt;, he seems to be missing a little &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;common sense&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm totally convinced that common sense, which would lead a person to acknowledge the existence of a Creator, is something with which we are all born.  But like all skills, if we don't use it, we lose it, and it seems Mr. Dawkins has spent so many years denying the common sense truth of a Creator, that he can't see his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faith&lt;/span&gt; in science isn't really an empirical search for the truth, but is in fact a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;belief&lt;/span&gt; which ignores reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrast the Dawkins interview with a discussion I had with my 6-year-old son a couple of weeks ago during our science lesson.  We were discussing the formation of fossils and how fossils give us clues to the Earth's beginning.  We talked about how we believe God created all things and flooded the Earth in the days of Noah and that causes us to view fossil evidence differently than a person who believes all matter formed spontaneously and lifeforms evolved.  I asked my son what he thought about the idea that God didn't create the Earth, but that it just "happened".  He said something like this: "That's ridiculous!  Look at that beautiful painting up there," pointing to a painting by my husband's grandmother, which hangs above our mantle.  "That painting didn't just happen.  Grampy's mom painted it.  It can't happen all by itself!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there's&lt;/span&gt; the common sense - out of the mouth of a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm telling you, once and for all, that unless you return to square one and start over like children, you're not even going to get a look at the kingdom, let alone get in. Whoever becomes simple and elemental again, like this child, will rank high in God's kingdom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 18:3-4 -The Message Paraphrase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-7132076446711464357?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/7132076446711464357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2009/10/common-sense-use-it-or-lose-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/7132076446711464357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/7132076446711464357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2009/10/common-sense-use-it-or-lose-it.html' title='Common Sense:  Use It, or Lose It'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuO_1xmrdYI/AAAAAAAAAMA/7QOwbVAzSPc/s72-c/j0282747.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-7419967047149850836</id><published>2009-06-25T14:11:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T15:18:20.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty That Will Turn Your World Upside-Down</title><content type='html'>I've been pretty slack lately when it comes to writing down my thoughts.  My apologies to anyone out there who may actually read my blog from time to time.  Writing helps me to process my thoughts, and that's mainly why I keep this blog.  I'm aware that God is constantly teaching me new things about the person he wants me to be, but I know if I don't record these truths somewhere, I'm likely to forget the new insights and stagnate in my journey as I follow after Jesus.  In the past two months, there have been quite a few moments where I thought, "I need to write this down (on my blog)," but busyness kept me away, and now many of those nuggets of wisdom are buried in the recesses of my cluttered brain.  Perhaps they will make their way to the surface once again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to end my blogging hiatus, here's a snippet from a book I recently finished after about 9 months of reading it.  I know. Pathetic.  (Seriously, the life of a stay-at-home, homeschooling mom leaves very little time for extra reading - except for late at night, when I fall asleep after reading a page and a half.  Hence the 9 month completion rate!)  Here are a few quotes from Tim Keller's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Reason For God&lt;/span&gt;.  These excerpts come from a chapter he titled, "The Dance of God".  When I read it, two truths stood out to me: 1. God is beautiful.  The Holy Trinity of the Father, Son and Spirit - although mind-boggling - is absolute sheer beauty.  2. If we truly embrace this beauty, it will turn our lives and our world upside-down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Keller's description for yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The life of the Trinity is characterized not by self-centeredness but by mutually self-giving love.  When we delight and serve someone else, we enter into a dynamic orbit around him or her, we center on the interests and desires of the other.  That creates a dance, particularly if there are three persons, each of whom move around the other two...  Each person of the Trinity, loves, adores, defers to, and rejoices in the others.  That creates a dynamic, pulsating dance of joy and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God is unipersonal, then until God created other beings there was no love, since love is something one person has for another.  This means that a unipersonal God was power, sovereignty, and greatness from all eternity, but not love.  Love then is not of the essence of God, nor is it at the heart of the universe.  Power is primary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if God is triune, then loving relationships in community are the "great fountain... at the center of reality."  When people say, "God is love, " I think they mean that love is extremely important, or that God really wants us to love.  But in the Christian conception, God really has love as his essence.  If he was just one person, he couldn't have been loving for all eternity.  If he was the impersonal all-soul of Eastern thought, he couldn't have been loving, for love is something persons do.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheer beauty.  Now, here's another excerpt.  This is what happens when we decide to embrace that beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimate reality is a community of persons who know and love one another.  That is what the universe, God, history, and life is all about.  If you favor money, power, and accomplishment over human relationships, you will dash yourself on the rocks of reality.  When Jesus said you must lose yourself in service to find yourself (Mark 8:35), he was recounting what the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit have been doing throughout eternity.  You will then never get a sense of self by standing still, as it were, and making everything revolve around your needs and interests.  Unless you are willing to experience the loss of options and the individual limitation that comes from being in committed relationships, you will remain out of touch with your own nature and the nature of things.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When "first" becomes "last", and "last" becomes "first, it seems upside-down, but as Keller aptly describes it, it really means we're seeing things right-side-up for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-7419967047149850836?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/7419967047149850836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2009/06/beauty-that-will-turn-your-world-upside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/7419967047149850836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/7419967047149850836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2009/06/beauty-that-will-turn-your-world-upside.html' title='Beauty That Will Turn Your World Upside-Down'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-6307757636334551951</id><published>2009-04-14T21:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:33:08.219-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerry's Thinking About Religion</title><content type='html'>Jerry is a guy who loves Jesus and loves his wife and kids, but he's not so in love with "religion".  Check out his thought-provoking post &lt;a href="http://jerrythinks.blogspot.com/2009/04/place-religion-holds.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-6307757636334551951?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/6307757636334551951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2009/04/jerrys-thinking-about-religion.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/6307757636334551951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/6307757636334551951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2009/04/jerrys-thinking-about-religion.html' title='Jerry&apos;s Thinking About Religion'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-6561585010105630646</id><published>2009-04-11T22:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:40:29.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;three days&lt;/span&gt; the Pharisees thought they had eliminated Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;three days&lt;/span&gt; Jesus' followers despaired.&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;three days &lt;/span&gt;Mary mourned for her firstborn.&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;three days&lt;/span&gt; the disciples hid in fear.&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;three days&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;, the Son of God who had healed the sick and calmed the sea, was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dead&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;three days&lt;/span&gt; hope was lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sunday came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="publisher-info-inset"&gt;&lt;small&gt; &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="publisher-info-inset"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NLT-27262" class="versenum" value="39"&gt;39&lt;/sup&gt; “And we apostles are witnesses of all he did throughout Judea and in Jerusalem. They put him to death by hanging him on a cross, &lt;sup id="en-NLT-27263" class="versenum" value="40"&gt;40&lt;/sup&gt; but God raised him to life on the third day.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Acts 10:39-41 (New Living Translation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yzto6khRp7w&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yzto6khRp7w&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-6561585010105630646?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/6561585010105630646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2009/04/three-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/6561585010105630646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/6561585010105630646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2009/04/three-days.html' title='Three Days'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-7280975432886260141</id><published>2009-03-29T21:08:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:49:18.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Hands</title><content type='html'>Sometimes the beauty of music and drama can speak more powerfully than the most eloquent of sermons. This video is such - a powerful mime illustration performed with a blacklight and accompanied by the Casting Crowns song "Who Am I".  Words simply cannot do it justice.  I've watched it many times over and over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look for yourself below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(FYI: A group of middle school students performed this same illustration in my own church this morning. It was so powerful and moving.  After searching, I found this video made by another church's youth group.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CT7x3VnrqbA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CT7x3VnrqbA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-7280975432886260141?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/7280975432886260141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2009/03/beautiful-hands.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/7280975432886260141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/7280975432886260141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2009/03/beautiful-hands.html' title='Beautiful Hands'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-3021839683069028873</id><published>2009-03-26T22:42:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:24:59.141-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready, Set, Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/ScxGfoP-5fI/AAAAAAAAALQ/n8BG4_ylQ6Y/s1600-h/j0432846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/ScxGfoP-5fI/AAAAAAAAALQ/n8BG4_ylQ6Y/s320/j0432846.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317702769212057074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in two days I will run my first race ever - a 1ok.  That's 6.2 miles for all of you metrically challenged people out there.  It's taken seven weeks of training to get to this point, and I've spent much time reflecting on the similarities between running a race and following Jesus.  Just to be fair, I'm not the first person to come up with this great analogy.  All you need to do is read the &lt;a href="http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2009/03/endurance-part-2.html"&gt;passage in Hebrews from my previous post&lt;/a&gt;, and you'll see the idea's not a new one.  In fact, I've read that passage in Hebrews numerous times in my life, but since I started training for this race, the analogy has become so much more powerful in my heart and mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one thing I've learned about running a long race: it is hard and painful at times, and you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; want to give up.  If I want to have any hope of finishing this race on Saturday, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I must be committed to finishing&lt;/span&gt;.  Crossing the starting line doesn't guarantee I'm going to cross the finish line.  If I start to envy those on the sidelines, and say to myself, "It's so much easier to just watch the race," then I'll suddenly find myself right beside them and out of the race.  I have to stay focused on the prize at the end (in this case bottled water and snacks because there's no way I'm winning the cash prize!) and stay on the course.  I may have to battle the weather, side cramps, knee pain and fatigue.  If I trip and fall, I need to pick myself up and keep running to the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a lot what it's like to follow Jesus, isn't it?  He's the race leader, and I need to keep my eyes on him, so I can follow him to the finish.  If I want to finish the race and receive the prize that awaits, I must be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;committed&lt;/span&gt; to staying the course because there will be times when I want to give up.  If I'm not careful, I may be drawn into sin - greed, pride, lust, anger, selfishness - you name it - and find myself slowly entangled by it and no longer following Jesus, the race leader, but hanging out on the sidelines with the crowd instead.  I'll certainly have to battle temptations and troubles while running this lifelong race, and I may even get tripped up by them at times, but I need to pick myself back up and fix my eyes on Jesus, the race leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's leading the charge, and I'll win the prize if I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just keep following him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-3021839683069028873?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/3021839683069028873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2009/03/ready-set-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/3021839683069028873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/3021839683069028873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2009/03/ready-set-go.html' title='Ready, Set, Go!'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/ScxGfoP-5fI/AAAAAAAAALQ/n8BG4_ylQ6Y/s72-c/j0432846.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-7771945455081077508</id><published>2009-03-18T17:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:30:59.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Endurance, Part 2</title><content type='html'>A scripture passage that should have been included with my previous post on endurance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NLT-30173" class="versenum" value="1"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt; Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a huge crowd of witnesses to the life of faith, let us strip off every weight that slows us down, especially the sin that so easily trips us up. And let us run with endurance the race God has set before us. &lt;sup id="en-NLT-30174" class="versenum" value="2"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; We do this by keeping our eyes on Jesus, the champion who initiates and perfects our faith. Because of the joy awaiting him, he endured the cross, disregarding its shame. Now he is seated in the place of honor beside God’s throne. &lt;sup id="en-NLT-30175" class="versenum" value="3"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt; Think of all the hostility he endured from sinful people; then you won’t become weary and give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 12: 1-3 (NLT)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-7771945455081077508?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/7771945455081077508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2009/03/endurance-part-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/7771945455081077508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/7771945455081077508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2009/03/endurance-part-2.html' title='Endurance, Part 2'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-8044101764333547850</id><published>2009-03-11T16:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T22:56:33.402-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Endurance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SbscvVmOKWI/AAAAAAAAALI/XKTqikCoZVo/s1600-h/j0255373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SbscvVmOKWI/AAAAAAAAALI/XKTqikCoZVo/s320/j0255373.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312871784990517602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a friend, who a few years ago at the young age of 31, had to endure the physical and emotional pain of a breast cancer diagnosis (while pregnant with her second child) and the chemo, double mastectomy and reconstructive surgeries that followed her diagnosis.  Throughout her treatment, she would regularly send out email updates on her progress and share her thoughts and feelings on her experience.  Throughout her entire ordeal, she remained a true inspiration to me on how to handle adversity, and I remember one specific email she sent out, in particular.  It was written a day or two after one her many surgeries - perhaps her mastectomy.  She described the incredible and intense physical pain she felt when she awoke from her anesthesia and that she had to endure for a few days afterward.  Instead of using her pain as a reason to give up or complain, she used her pain as reason to worship Jesus in the midst of it all.  Her own physical pain served as a reminder to her of the agony Jesus willingly endured on the cross when he died for us.  Ever since, I've begun to think in the same way.  Whenever I have to endure physical pain - great or small, I'm reminded how much more my Savior suffered when he died for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my own little world as of late.  I decided last month (at the urging of a friend - it wasn't even my idea) to run a 10k race at the end of March.  This will be my first race ever, and let me be clear: I am a wimp when it comes to pain and exercise, so training for a race has not only been a challenge for me physically, but also mentally and spiritually.  Everyone who runs knows there comes a point in the run when your body just begins to hurt - your legs, feet, back, everything.  This is when the mental battle really begins - when you have to keep putting one foot in front of the other and endure until you reach your finish.  I've been trying to use those few agonizing minutes at the end of my training runs to focus on Jesus, just as my friend worshiped through her pain.  I just think about what Jesus endured on the cross for me, and it gives me the endurance I need to keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of a recent training run, where I was really struggling to cover my longest distance yet, the most amazing, God-inspired thing happened.  I had been intensely focused on enduring to the end and thinking about the cross when a new song began to play on my iPod, which had been randomly shuffling songs throughout my workout.  This particular song, though I've heard and sung it many times before, brought special meaning and tears to my eyes as it serenaded me through the last half mile of my run, when my pain was at it's greatest and I really wanted to quit.  Singing along to the lyrics gave me the extra measure of strength I needed to endure the remainder of my run.  What an amazing God we have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is entitled "Here I Am To Worship" by Chris Tomlin, and below are some of the specific words that spoke so directly to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am to worship&lt;br /&gt;Here I am to bow down&lt;br /&gt;Here I am to say that you're my God&lt;br /&gt;You're altogether lovely.&lt;br /&gt;altogether worthy,&lt;br /&gt;altogether wonderful to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never know how much it cost&lt;br /&gt;To see my sin upon that cross&lt;br /&gt;I'll never know how much it cost&lt;br /&gt;To see my sin upon that cross&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never know how much it cost&lt;br /&gt;To see my sin upon that cross&lt;br /&gt;No, I'll never know how much it cost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am to worship&lt;br /&gt;Here I am to bow down&lt;br /&gt;Here I am to say that you're my God&lt;br /&gt;You're altogether lovely&lt;br /&gt;Altogether worthy&lt;br /&gt;Altogether wonderful to me&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-8044101764333547850?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/8044101764333547850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2009/03/endurance.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/8044101764333547850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/8044101764333547850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2009/03/endurance.html' title='Endurance'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SbscvVmOKWI/AAAAAAAAALI/XKTqikCoZVo/s72-c/j0255373.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-4964197482492736744</id><published>2009-03-07T10:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T10:52:47.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii Fatigue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SbKYJQAR6RI/AAAAAAAAALA/DDR-RLxpncI/s1600-h/wii+controller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SbKYJQAR6RI/AAAAAAAAALA/DDR-RLxpncI/s320/wii+controller.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310474195305621778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday afternoon as I was straightening and vacuuming our family room, I asked my 6-year-old son, who had been playing Star Wars on the Wii, to take his toys upstairs.  He looked at me (very seriously) and said, "But Mama, my hands are tireder than yours because I've been holding the Wii controller FOREVER!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Really?!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say after a brief reality check, he realized his hands really weren't so tired after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-4964197482492736744?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/4964197482492736744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2009/03/wii-fatigue.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/4964197482492736744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/4964197482492736744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2009/03/wii-fatigue.html' title='Wii Fatigue'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SbKYJQAR6RI/AAAAAAAAALA/DDR-RLxpncI/s72-c/wii+controller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-6624428454635952479</id><published>2009-02-19T21:22:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:56:43.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Man and a Woman in the Making</title><content type='html'>Like most moms, I have my moments when I look longingly at my children and ask, "Why can't they stay little forever?"  I know years down the road I will look back on these days and long to hold my 6 year old and 2 year old again.  When I experience feelings like these, I try to remind myself how precious these days and years are and to simply savor each day - even the temper-tantrum filled and messy ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I get that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I-want-to-hold-onto-you-and-never-let-you-go&lt;/span&gt; feeling that all moms experience, I also try to remind myself that my two children are really a man and a woman in the making.  While my children are young, it is my responsibility to guide and protect them and hold them close, but if I decide to hold on to them for keeps, then I'm losing sight of my ultimate purpose as a parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my ultimate purpose? Fueled by God's wisdom and grace, I must direct them on their personal journeys to manhood and womanhood, teaching them to follow Jesus along the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-6624428454635952479?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/6624428454635952479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2009/02/man-and-woman-in-making.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/6624428454635952479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/6624428454635952479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2009/02/man-and-woman-in-making.html' title='A Man and a Woman in the Making'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-8290409734943332308</id><published>2009-02-18T15:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T15:43:24.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>His Name is MR. Potatohead</title><content type='html'>OK, I almost didn't post this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems a bit crass, but if you're someone raising boys, you'll most certainly get a laugh out of this photo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a photo of my 6 year old son's recent creation when he got into his little sister's Mr. Potatohead collection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, it wasn't my idea to snap the photo. My husband decided it was a piece of art worth remembering (and email to a few friends at the same time!) Everyone got a laugh out of it, so here's yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SZxw1fgcXXI/AAAAAAAAAK4/npeV4FTAA_U/s1600-h/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SZxw1fgcXXI/AAAAAAAAAK4/npeV4FTAA_U/s320/049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304238525428555122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-8290409734943332308?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/8290409734943332308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2009/02/his-name-is-mr-potatohead.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/8290409734943332308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/8290409734943332308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2009/02/his-name-is-mr-potatohead.html' title='His Name is MR. Potatohead'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SZxw1fgcXXI/AAAAAAAAAK4/npeV4FTAA_U/s72-c/049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-3258026173490953479</id><published>2009-02-03T08:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:46:21.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Worth Writing Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SYhM-j8KnzI/AAAAAAAAAKw/GMS_D-QNF-U/s1600-h/j0182830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SYhM-j8KnzI/AAAAAAAAAKw/GMS_D-QNF-U/s320/j0182830.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298569599284584242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're ever cleaning up a poopy diaper for a 2-year-old, who's also fussing over a diaper rash "boo-boo",  and then this bare-bottomed 2-year-old says, "Kiss it, Mama," you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know &lt;/span&gt;you've got something worth writing down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened to me last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-3258026173490953479?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/3258026173490953479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2009/02/something-worth-writing-down.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/3258026173490953479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/3258026173490953479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2009/02/something-worth-writing-down.html' title='Something Worth Writing Down'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SYhM-j8KnzI/AAAAAAAAAKw/GMS_D-QNF-U/s72-c/j0182830.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-4047763377251564240</id><published>2009-01-23T12:53:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T20:39:38.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Words of Flo From the Movie "Cars"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ehhh... look at my husband, y'all!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a grown-up skater, but he still has a few tricks up his sleeve.  This stunt show went on for a few minutes until our 2-year-old daughter - completely unaware - sat down on the four-wheeler and drove off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The pictures are blurry because our camera stinks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SXoFm2mLdRI/AAAAAAAAAKI/6lLZ-PuYYj0/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SXoFm2mLdRI/AAAAAAAAAKI/6lLZ-PuYYj0/s320/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294550476976256274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SXoGGf4Oe9I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/fU9R5KzJy28/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SXoGGf4Oe9I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/fU9R5KzJy28/s320/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294551020633750482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's our friend (fellow skater and &lt;a href="http://www.vans.com/"&gt;Vans&lt;/a&gt; shoe lover), Archie - better known as "DJ Arch-Deluxe" - observing from afar.  He was undoubtedly the inspiration for our mini X-Games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SXoGeokrEnI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Dwrp_9H19cQ/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SXoGeokrEnI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Dwrp_9H19cQ/s320/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294551435284517490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SXoGwxqZ4bI/AAAAAAAAAKg/0Du2b6IHGMY/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SXoGwxqZ4bI/AAAAAAAAAKg/0Du2b6IHGMY/s320/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294551746962121138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-4047763377251564240?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/4047763377251564240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-words-of-flo-from-movie-cars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/4047763377251564240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/4047763377251564240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-words-of-flo-from-movie-cars.html' title='In the Words of Flo From the Movie &quot;Cars&quot;...'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SXoFm2mLdRI/AAAAAAAAAKI/6lLZ-PuYYj0/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-788371627316668043</id><published>2009-01-15T22:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:20:22.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That's My King!</title><content type='html'>Every time I watch this video, excerpted from a sermon by the late &lt;span&gt;S.M. Lockridge&lt;/span&gt;, I get goose bumps.  It just blesses my heart and soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need a pick-me-up today?  Play this video and crank up the volume. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be glad you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/upGCMl_b0n4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/upGCMl_b0n4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-788371627316668043?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/788371627316668043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2009/01/thats-my-king.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/788371627316668043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/788371627316668043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2009/01/thats-my-king.html' title='That&apos;s My King!'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-269202180572204135</id><published>2009-01-14T11:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:35:43.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Moth to a Flame</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SW4UOj3ge0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/sVPVFJ9wAO4/s1600-h/j0289934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SW4UOj3ge0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/sVPVFJ9wAO4/s320/j0289934.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291188852585691970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a moth to a flame, I am always attracted to the slowest Wal-Mart checkout line.  My experience yesterday, after waiting 25 minutes to check out (with only two shoppers in front of me) confirmed my suspicion.   So, if you ever see me in the checkout line at Wal-Mart, do yourself a favor:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Go to another line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-269202180572204135?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/269202180572204135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2009/01/like-moth-to-flame.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/269202180572204135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/269202180572204135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2009/01/like-moth-to-flame.html' title='Like a Moth to a Flame'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SW4UOj3ge0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/sVPVFJ9wAO4/s72-c/j0289934.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-5066629149729775290</id><published>2009-01-07T20:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:40:28.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Ministry: Obligation or Blessing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SWVnf508HzI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/7vtA30OaRMc/s1600-h/j0184907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SWVnf508HzI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/7vtA30OaRMc/s320/j0184907.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288747135212986162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let me just cut to the chase.  I've attended several different churches throughout my life.  I've seen the good, the bad and the ugly when it comes to running and organizing a church and its various ministries.  Sometimes it feels like the church's ministry machine is constantly seeking more and more fuel (i.e. volunteers), just so it can keep running.  It often doesn't feel like there's much thought put into why a certain ministry/program exists or why the local church exists, for that matter.  Sometimes it just feels like there are programs to be run, and we need people to run them.  Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One area in churches where I feel this mindless assignment of tasks often occurs is in preschool ministry - i.e. nursery duty.  [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cringe&lt;/span&gt; ]  Before I go any further, let me say I love the preschool director at my church.  She's a joy!  She also only takes volunteers for service in our preschool ministry.  And lest I be prematurely judged, let me clarify I do not have an axe to grind when it comes to serving in the church nursery.  In fact, for the past year and a half my husband and I have been the caregivers in our church's infant nursery every Sunday at 9 AM.  (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, got that out of the way.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My previous church had a nursery policy where everyone who had children in the preschool program had to serve one (sometimes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt;) Sundays per month.  I remember feeling like an indentured servant with the birth of each child, which meant another 5 years of obligation to the church nursery.  Basically, the church was assigning people to serve in the preschool ministry based purely on demographics - not on giftedness or calling.  That's akin to asking all the men who use the church restrooms to rotate duties once a month to clean them, or it's like asking all the families who park cars in the parking lot to serve once a month as parking attendants.  Sounds absurd, doesn't it?  That, unfortunately, is the rationale behind many church preschool programs.  Consequently, serving in the church nursery for many is an obligation - not a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this begs the question: why do we need a church nursery in the first place?  Well, the answer is obvious.  The parents and the children both need a place where they can learn and be fed spiritually.  Now, what is the ultimate purpose of your local church?  Is it to have lots and lots of ministries and find people to fill them, just so they can keep running?  I submit the primary purpose of the local church is to strengthen and equip the body of believers, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so that &lt;/span&gt;they can, in turn, go out into the rest of world and shine the Light of Jesus for all to see.  That means the church doesn't exist just to keep a multitude of programs afloat.  It means that in addition to teaching, the church must assist believers in discovering their God-given gifts and their unique callings, so they can be effective ministers everywhere they go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That kind of ministry is a blessing to everyone who is touched by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="en-NASB-29284" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And He gave some as apostles, and some as prophets, and some as evangelists, and some as pastors and teachers, &lt;span id="en-NASB-29285" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for the equipping of the saints for the work of service, to the building up of the body of Christ; &lt;span id="en-NASB-29286" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;until we all attain to the unity of the faith, and of the knowledge of the Son of God, to a mature man, to the measure of the stature which belongs to the fullness of Christ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ephesians 4:11-13 (NASB)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-5066629149729775290?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/5066629149729775290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2009/01/church-ministry-obligation-or-blessing.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/5066629149729775290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/5066629149729775290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2009/01/church-ministry-obligation-or-blessing.html' title='Church Ministry: Obligation or Blessing?'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SWVnf508HzI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/7vtA30OaRMc/s72-c/j0184907.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-5548511612636456581</id><published>2009-01-05T17:45:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:10:54.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God: The Playwright</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SWKShP5i3gI/AAAAAAAAAJw/w6dNPzT1iDA/s1600-h/the+reason+for+God+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SWKShP5i3gI/AAAAAAAAAJw/w6dNPzT1iDA/s320/the+reason+for+God+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287950012387614210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoting an excerpt from &lt;a href="http://www.thereasonforgod.com/"&gt;Tim Keller's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Reason for God: Belief in an Age of Skepticism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (pp. 122, 123):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When a Russian cosmonaut returned from space and reported he had not found God, C.S. Lewis responded that this was like Hamlet going into the attic of his castle looking for Shakespeare...  If the God of the Bible exists, he is not a man in the attic, but the Playwright.  That means we won't be able to find him like we would find a passive object with the powers of empirical investigation.  Rather, we must find the clues to his reality that he has written into the universe, including into us. That is why, if God exists, we would expect to find that he appeals to our rational faculties.  If we were made "in his image" as rational, personal beings, there should be some resonance between his mind and ours.  It also means that reason alone won't be enough.  The Playwright can only be known through personal revelation.  That is why we have to take a look at what the Bible says about God and the human condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Christian view, however, the ultimate evidence for the existence of God is Jesus Christ himself.  If there is a God, we characters in his play have to hope that he put some information about himself in the play.  But Christians believe he did more than give us information, he wrote &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;himself&lt;/span&gt; into the play as the main character in history, when Jesus was born in a manger and rose from the dead.  He is the one with whom we have to do.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-5548511612636456581?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/5548511612636456581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2009/01/god-playwright.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/5548511612636456581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/5548511612636456581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2009/01/god-playwright.html' title='God: The Playwright'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SWKShP5i3gI/AAAAAAAAAJw/w6dNPzT1iDA/s72-c/the+reason+for+God+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-7652227036854340356</id><published>2009-01-03T23:04:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:17:59.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing The Light of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SWBEoRBbghI/AAAAAAAAAJY/IdjvBhKV3sA/s1600-h/Light+of+Christmas+Book+Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SWBEoRBbghI/AAAAAAAAAJY/IdjvBhKV3sA/s200/Light+of+Christmas+Book+Cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287301421087818258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve is always a busy and exciting day for our little family, and this year was no exception.  First, we began the day with a much-anticipated brunch with my side of the family at my brother, Kirk's house - literally just around the corner from us.  It's a wonderful tradition that my family began over a decade ago, and it truly is a time of fellowship for my family.  No presents to open or wrapping paper to clean up.  It's just about eating and being together.  The adults always sit around the table long after the meal is over while the kids play in the other room.  It's a wonderful way to start the day and the Christmas festivities.  I highly recommend organizing a brunch (or other special meal) with your family and friends around Christmas without gift opening or any of the extra hub-bub.  In fact, we always host a brunch at our house on Christmas morning for friends and family who have no other plans.  But, I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clandestine assembly of a brand new trampoline in the backyard consumed our afternoon on Christmas Eve.  Santa (my husband) and his helper (my brother, Kevin) were able to assemble the trampoline while I took the kids out for errands and to visit at my parents' house for the afternoon - returning after dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, the busyness of the day led us to stay home that evening and not attend the service at our church, as we had intended.  At first I felt a bit negligent, thinking my children might forget the true meaning of Christmas; however, it turned out to be a blessing that we stayed home.  We were able to do something as a family that I believe was even more meaningful to my young children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gathered around the kitchen table, lights dimmed.  The Christmas tree sparkled in the nearby family room, as I handed each family member a cupcake with a single, unlit birthday candle.  There was barely enough light in the room for me to read a Christmas story aloud.  Everyone listened intently, as I read aloud the children's picture book, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Light-Christmas-Dandi-Daley-Mackall/dp/0758612702/ref=sr_1_18?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1231045856&amp;amp;sr=1-18"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Light of Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  The book explains in a rhyming, poetic manner that our world was dark with sin, and we needed a light from Heaven, so God set forth a plan to send Jesus - the Light of the World.   It's a beautiful and touching children's book.  We began to read with our candles still unlit.  At the appropriate moment in the story, we lit all of our candles to represent the Light of Jesus entering our world, and the glow of our candles illuminated the room.  It was undoubtedly a very powerful and memorable visual for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the story was finished, we all sang Happy Birthday to Jesus, blew out our candles and enjoyed our cupcakes.  Even the littlest of us learned a great deal through our homemade Christmas Eve service.  Ever since, whenever I ask my 2 year old daughter to sing the birthday song, she says, "Happy Birthday, Jesus!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-7652227036854340356?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/7652227036854340356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2009/01/sharing-light-of-christmas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/7652227036854340356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/7652227036854340356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2009/01/sharing-light-of-christmas.html' title='Sharing The Light of Christmas'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SWBEoRBbghI/AAAAAAAAAJY/IdjvBhKV3sA/s72-c/Light+of+Christmas+Book+Cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-814858005862028552</id><published>2008-12-20T20:25:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T21:15:46.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Building a Home Full of Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SU2ltO1d3iI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/cDY_ruImh24/s1600-h/home+full+of+grace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SU2ltO1d3iI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/cDY_ruImh24/s200/home+full+of+grace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282060134470508066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked through my bookshelf recently, I came across &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Building-Home-Full-Grace-Yates/dp/0801064155"&gt;Building a Home Full of Grace&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.yatesbooks.com/books.html#book8"&gt;John and Susan Yates&lt;/a&gt; and family.  I remember when I first read this book several years ago, I was so struck by the real-life, practical wisdom the Yates family offered in this joint publication.  John and Susan along with their five grown children produced the book, in which they describe through personal experience how to build a home characterized by grace.  Theirs is a home in which grace is freely given to those within it, and that same grace overflows into the lives of others.  Because of their gracious lives, family friend, &lt;a href="http://www.johnstottministries.org/"&gt;John Stott&lt;/a&gt;, encouraged the Yateses to pen this book.  It's definitely a good read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace is certainly a virtue my husband and I hope to cultivate in our home and lives.  There's still much progress to be made, but I feel we're moving in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scripture passage below (in &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/versions/?action=getVersionInfo&amp;amp;vid=65"&gt;The Message&lt;/a&gt; paraphrase) makes me think of grace-filled lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're here to be light, bringing out the God-colors in the world. God is not a secret to be kept. We're going public with this, as public as a city on a hill. If I make you light-bearers, you don't think I'm going to hide you under a bucket, do you? I'm putting you on a light stand -- shine! Keep open house; be generous with your lives. By opening up to others, you'll prompt people to open up with God, this generous Father in heaven. &lt;br /&gt;Matthew 5:14-16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-814858005862028552?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/814858005862028552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/12/building-home-full-of-grace.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/814858005862028552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/814858005862028552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/12/building-home-full-of-grace.html' title='Building a Home Full of Grace'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SU2ltO1d3iI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/cDY_ruImh24/s72-c/home+full+of+grace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-5850343213710873638</id><published>2008-12-10T11:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:13:45.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dunk-O-Rama</title><content type='html'>My in-laws have a vacation home in Duck, NC, and whenever we are down there with my husband's entire family, the men of the group spend hours designing and executing plays around the basketball hoop in the pool.  Here's a video with just a sampling of what this looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you're wondering... my husband is the guy who actually puts the ball in the hoop each time.  He's a 36 year old with the athleticism of an 18 year old! The little boy in the background jumping in the pool is my son, as he tries to get in on the fun.  Oh, yeah, and in the second half of the video, that's me sitting in the lounge chair looking on unenthusiastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GREHbGt-zq8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GREHbGt-zq8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-5850343213710873638?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/5850343213710873638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/12/dunk-o-rama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/5850343213710873638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/5850343213710873638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/12/dunk-o-rama.html' title='Dunk-O-Rama'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-8028097678064077082</id><published>2008-12-09T23:40:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:22:00.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, How the Years Go By</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/ST9RJzjxnXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1Og54LYdR68/s1600-h/Jamie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/ST9RJzjxnXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1Og54LYdR68/s320/Jamie1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278026517202443634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/ST9Q6oShotI/AAAAAAAAAI8/o-Qlp6o7Iew/s1600-h/Jamie+1-1-03+cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 177px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/ST9Q6oShotI/AAAAAAAAAI8/o-Qlp6o7Iew/s320/Jamie+1-1-03+cropped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278026256479265490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, how the years go by.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how the love brings tears to my eyes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Those are a few lines from an old song by Amy Grant.  I've been thinking about them today because my baby boy turned six years old today.  I know it sounds so cliche, but it really does seem like yesterday that he was born.  I can still recall so vividly the moment of his birth when I first saw his adorable doll-baby face, and my husband said, "I think he might be a looker!"  I think there's something unique about the birth of your firstborn - that special moment when you're instantly transformed into a parent, with your heart suddenly living outside your body.  You know right then that your priorities and desires will never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm feeling all sentimental today because, for the first time, my baby boy is closer to his 10th birthday than he is to his infancy.  It's a solemn reminder that time with my children is short and so precious.  I don't want to look back with regret, feeling that I spent too much time on the mundane tasks of life and missed the special moments that make our lives memorable.  I don't want to look back and feel that I spoke too harshly, hugged too infrequently, and said "no" too often when I really could have (and should have) said "yes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-8028097678064077082?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/8028097678064077082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-how-years-go-by.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/8028097678064077082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/8028097678064077082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-how-years-go-by.html' title='Oh, How the Years Go By'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/ST9RJzjxnXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1Og54LYdR68/s72-c/Jamie1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-6475676883917492868</id><published>2008-12-08T00:26:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T00:50:48.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Starlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/STy1DIMSvZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/12pzKQ7yr4s/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/STy1DIMSvZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/12pzKQ7yr4s/s320/037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277291928714657170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This afternoon I was fiddling with a new star-shaped Christmas tree topper, and I couldn't get it to stand up right on the top stem of our artificial tree.  The wiry limb was just too flimsy to hold the weight of the new ornament, and in my frustration I said to my son, "I don't know.  I think we'll just have to put a bow on top of the tree."  He immediately responded incredulously, "But, Mama, bows don't have anything to do with Christmas!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cool is that?  He was thinking about the Star of Bethlehem and not packages and bows.  Even though he's got a Christmas list a mile long, when it came to the significance of our tree topper, he was focused on the true meaning of Christmas and really wanted a star to shine on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, upon hearing such wisdom come from the mouth of my own offspring, I committed myself to finding a way to make the star stand up tall on top of our tree.  Where there's a will there's a way, and I did indeed find a way.  A couple of small wooden craft sticks and a few forest green pipe cleaners (to match the tree, of course) formed a supporting brace for the deficient limb, which now is festively adorned with a shiny, gold star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Now after Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea in the days of Herod the king, magi from the east arrived in Jerusalem, saying, "Where is He who has been born King of the Jews? For we saw His star in the east and have come to worship Him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 2: 1-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-6475676883917492868?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/6475676883917492868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/12/starlight.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/6475676883917492868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/6475676883917492868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/12/starlight.html' title='Starlight'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/STy1DIMSvZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/12pzKQ7yr4s/s72-c/037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-449572902643510824</id><published>2008-11-10T08:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T15:26:52.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cardboard Testimony</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RvDDc5RB6FQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RvDDc5RB6FQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our church recently made a video of some of our attenders sharing their "Cardboard Testimonies".  What is that you ask?  Basically, everyone is given a large piece of cardboard.  They then describe in a short sentence or phrase a condition or situation in their life from which God rescued them or changed them.  On the back side of the cardboard, the person writes how their life has been changed by God's grace.  The video above is an example of another church doing the very same thing.  Watch it.  It's really amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had planned what I would write for my cardboard testimony, but I never got around to filming it for our video.  (So, Scott, if you're reading this, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; get your email and planned to be there the 2nd day of filming, but Mommy was too pooped with Daddy being out of town for the third night in a row.   Let's just say, the kids won that day!)  So here's what I would have written:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Front:  PEOPLE-PLEASER&lt;br /&gt;Back: GOD-PLEASER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If there's one thing God has been teaching me, it's to focus on pleasing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt; with the unique life He has given me.   I used to think that a "good Christian girl" had to talk, walk and act a certain way (and had to go to a certain type of church!) because after all, wasn't everyone watching me and learning from me what a Christian is supposed to look like?  How many of us who've grown up in church have heard the guilt-inducing question, "If you were put on trial for being a Christian, would you be convicted?"  It was ideas like these that got me thinking in the wrong direction for many years in my life.  I was actually more concerned about how my life &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;appeared&lt;/span&gt; to others than how it really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; in my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;, the part that only God sees.  I was more concerned with fitting an imaginary mold than being the unique woman God intended for me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived much of my life trying to look like the perfect, got-it-all-together, "good Christian girl", wanting to please all the people around me.  One of the problems with the generic "good Christian girl" approach to life is that I became very legalistic in the way I viewed myself and my own behavior.  It was all about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doing&lt;/span&gt; the right things - not about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; the right person.  Naturally, I also projected my legalistic view of myself onto others, judging them unfairly.  I found myself making choices out of sense of guilt, instead of a conviction of God's leading in my life.   I also became afraid of stepping outside the imaginary mold, and therefore, I am sure I missed opportunities where God was calling me to fill a role &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He intended&lt;/span&gt; for me.  I am confident that I am not alone in having lived much of my life with this flawed sense of self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Through all of this I am learning that God created me as a unique individual with a specific purpose to be a part if His grace-filled plan for redeeming this imperfect world and all us within it.  He did not create me and then assign me to simply fill a generic role.  The legalistic, people-pleasing "good Christian girl" life is never what God intended for me.  So, if I were put on trial for being a Christian, would I be convicted?  I certainly hope so, but not because I follow a prescribed set of rules that anyone could keep, but because I hope to be seen as a woman after God's own heart.  Out of a pure heart flow pure actions (it's never the other way around, as so many of us live it), and I need to be concerned with the condition of my heart - the part of me that only God truly sees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you?  You are a unique creation of God, too.   God didn't design you to fill a generic mold.  Are you living to please Him and fulfill His unique purpose for your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-449572902643510824?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/449572902643510824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-cardboard-testimony.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/449572902643510824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/449572902643510824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-cardboard-testimony.html' title='My Cardboard Testimony'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-4452415546424366001</id><published>2008-11-08T22:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T22:09:34.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Ministry, Part 2</title><content type='html'>My friend, &lt;a href="http://yadahjah.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt;, wrote the following comment in response to my previous post, "Everyday Ministry".  His story really sums up my convictions of letting our everyday lives be a blessing to others simply by picking up our cross daily and following Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;That's great J. So often I find myself wasting time trying to figure out "how" to be a blessing to those around me. Sometimes I succeed...other times I fail. But it's just being a Christian that can be the greatest blessing to others. Just showing Jesus out of the abundance of your heart is all it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were in Florida I had started a prayer group that met on Mondays at 5am in my home. A shy older man was attending the prayer group. I tried to encourage him, also, in his singing and he had recently joined the worship team as a singer and was stepping out more and more in the church, i.e. getting involved in prayer groups and other things. He was a friend, but I wouldn't say we were terribly close. I did nothing other that what I felt God leading me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a going away party shortly before we moved and this man was at the party. At the party he brought me off to the side and shared his thoughts with me. He said, "I want to thank you for being an example and encouragement to me and my family." He could tell I wasn't sure what he meant. He began to unfold a list of comments and encouragements I had made to him in the past several months that prompted him to get up off his seat and get involved. He said he had not been happier in a long time. I just wept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had asked him to start leading certain prayer sessions at my house, just praying out loud what God laid on his heart. At first he said he was nervous, but did it anyway. Two months ago I got a call from him; he was just calling to see how we were doing. He again thanked me for encouraging him to step out in prayer; even before we left I was speaking with him a lot about prayer, how to pray, what to pray and how to hear God's voice when praying. He told me during this phone call that he had since taken over the entire prayer team at our church and had even begun teaching and leading congregational prayer times on Wednesday nights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm sure you can understand, it's much more gratifying to see the house being built one brick at a time than to just come in and buy a house already built. It creates a greater sense of accomplishment and appreciation that just couldn't be there otherwise. It's even more special when God turns you around and shows you a house you didn't even realize you were building. Although seemingly mundane and sometimes unsatisfying to the "instant gratification", that's the paradox of "Everyday Ministry".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So keep pressing on to finish the race, and thanks for being a blessing to me.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-4452415546424366001?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/4452415546424366001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-friend-chris-wrote-following-comment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/4452415546424366001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/4452415546424366001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-friend-chris-wrote-following-comment.html' title='Everyday Ministry, Part 2'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-7045685377231643363</id><published>2008-10-26T21:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:18:02.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Ministry</title><content type='html'>Last night as I prayed with my 2-year-old daughter before bedtime, I was reflecting on the events of the week and how an unexpected (and undesired) change in our family's schedule had afforded us the opportunity to be a blessing to some special people in our lives.  It's so humbling to see how God intervened in our plans, so that we could be a source of joy to others.  As I prayed, the words, "Lord, let our lives be a blessing to others," flowed from my lips so naturally that I was keenly reminded of how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unnatural&lt;/span&gt; that sentiment really is to me.  It felt like a moment where God simply gave me the words to speak, and in doing so, He said to me, "This is what it's all about.  Just follow where I lead, and I will make your everyday lives a ministry to others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing to me how quickly God answered my prayer.  A dear friend shared with me how something she read on this blog today lifted her spirits at a time when she felt very discouraged.  Once again, it is so humbling to know that God could use a few words I wrote earlier this week to minister to her spirit at the exact time she needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, let my life and the life of my family be a blessing to others.  May your light shine through our lives, so that it may be You that they see - not us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-7045685377231643363?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/7045685377231643363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/10/everyday-ministry.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/7045685377231643363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/7045685377231643363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/10/everyday-ministry.html' title='Everyday Ministry'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-7070558130182950804</id><published>2008-10-25T21:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T22:25:21.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"God Is Not Schizophrenic"</title><content type='html'>"God is not schizophrenic."  That's a shocking, yet poignant, quote from a frequently forwarded email written by the Jamaican-born christian pianist, &lt;a href="http://www.huntleybrown.com/"&gt;Huntley Brown&lt;/a&gt;, to a group of friends as he comments on the obvious discord in the christian community regarding our upcoming presidential election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the complete essay below, as copied from &lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/politics/soapbox/huntleybrown.asp"&gt;snopes.com&lt;/a&gt;, which verified the email's authenticity, to learn the context of the quote.  Brown never intended for his email to gain national publicity, as he wrote it only in response to questions from his friends about his thoughts on Barack Obama.  Also on &lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/politics/soapbox/huntleybrown.asp"&gt;snopes.com&lt;/a&gt;, Brown has written another short letter to the public regarding his now-famous private email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why I Can’t Vote For Obama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;By Huntley Brown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dear Friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A few months ago I was asked for my perspective on Obama, I sent out an email with a few points. With the election just around the corner I decided to complete my perspective. Those of you on my e-list have seen  some of this before but it’s worth repeating… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;First I must say whoever wins the election will have my prayer support. Obama needs to be commended for his accomplishments but I need to explain why I will not be voting for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Many of my friends process their identity through their blackness. I process my identity through Christ. Being a  Christian (a Christ follower) means He leads I follow. I can’t dictate the terms. He does because He is the leader. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can’t vote black because I am black; I have to vote Christian because that’s who I am. Christian first, black second. Neither should anyone from the other ethnic groups vote because of ethnicity. 200 years from now I won’t be asked if I was black or white. I will be asked if I knew Jesus and accepted Him as Lord and Savior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In an election there are many issues to consider but when a society gets abortion, same-sex marriage, embryonic stem-cell research, human cloning to name a few, wrong economic concerns will soon not matter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We need to follow Martin Luther King’s words, don’t judge someone by the color of their skin  but by the content of their character. I don’t know Obama so all I can go off is his voting record. His voting record earned him the title of the most liberal senator in the US Senate in 2007. NATIONAL  JOURNAL: Obama: Most Liberal Senator in 2007 (01/31/2008) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To  beat Ted Kennedy and Hillary Clinton as the most liberal senator, takes some doing. Obama accomplished this feat in 2 short years. I wonder what  would happen to America if he had four years to  work with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There is a reason Planned Parenthood gives him a 100% rating. There is a reason the homosexual community supports him. There is a reason Ahmadinejad, Chavez, Castro, Hamas etc. love him. There is a reason he said he would nominate liberal judges to the Supreme Court. There is a reason he voted against the infanticide bill. There is a reason he voted No on the constitutional ban of same-sex marriage. There is a  reason he voted No on banning partial birth abortion. There is a reason he voted No on confirming Justices Roberts and Alito. These two judges are  conservatives and they have since overturned partial birth abortion. The same practice Obama wanted to continue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let’s take a look at  the practice he wanted to continue: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The 5 Step Partial Birth Abortion procedures: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A. Guided by ultrasound, the abortionist grabs the baby’s leg with forceps. (Remember this is a live baby)&lt;br /&gt;B. The baby’s leg is pulled out into the birth canal.&lt;br /&gt;C. The abortionist delivers the baby’s entire body, except for the head.&lt;br /&gt;D. The abortionist jams scissors into the baby’s skull. The scissors are then opened to enlarge the hole.&lt;br /&gt;E. The scissors are removed and a suction catheter is inserted. The child’s brains are sucked out, causing the skull to collapse. The dead baby is then removed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;God help him. There is a reason Obama opposed the parental notification law. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Think about this: You can’t give a kid an aspirin without parental notification but that same kid can have an abortion without parental notification. This is insane. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There is a reason he went to Jeremiah Wright’s church for 20 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Obama tells us he has good judgment but he sat under Jeremiah Wright teaching for 20 years. Now he is condemning Wright’s sermons. I wonder why now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Obama said Jeremiah Wright led him to the Lord and discipled him. A disciple is one in training. Jesus told  us in Matthew 28:19 - 20 “Go and make disciples of all nations.” This means reproduce yourself. Teach people to think like you, walk like you; talk like you believe what you believe etc. The question I have is what did Jeremiah Wright teach him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Would you support a White President who went to a church which has tenets that said they have a  …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. Commitment to the White Community&lt;br /&gt;2. Commitment to  the White Family&lt;br /&gt;3. Adherence to the White Work Ethic&lt;br /&gt;4.  Pledge to make the fruits of all developing and acquired skills available to the White Community.&lt;br /&gt;5. Pledge to Allocate Regularly, a  Portion of Personal Resources for Strengthening and Supporting White  Institutions&lt;br /&gt;6. Pledge allegiance to all White leadership who  espouse and embrace the White Value System&lt;br /&gt;7. Personal commitment to embracement of the White Value System. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Would you support a President who went to a church like that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just change the word from white to black and you have the tenets of Obama’s former  church. If President Bush was a member of a church like this, he would be called a racist. Jessie Jackson and Al Sharpton would have been marching outside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This kind of church is a racist church. Obama did not wake up after 20 years and just discovered he went to a racist church. The church can’t be about race.  Jesus did not come for any particular race. He came for the whole world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A church can’t have a value system based on race. The churches value system has to be based on biblical mandate. It does not matter if it’s a white church or a black church it’s still wrong. Anyone from either race that attends a church like this would never get my vote. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Obama’s former Pastor Jeremiah Wright is a disciple of liberal theologian James Cone, author of the 1970 book &lt;em&gt;A Black Theology of Liberation&lt;/em&gt;. Cone once wrote: “Black theology refuses to accept a God who is not identified totally with the goals of the black community. If God is not for us and against white people, then he is a murderer, and we had better kill him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cone is the man Obama’s mentor looks up to. Does Obama believe this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So what does all this mean for the nation? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In the past when the Lord brought someone with the beliefs of Obama to lead a nation it meant one thing -  judgment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Read 1 Samuel 8 when Israel asked for a king. First God says in 1 Samuel 1:9 “Now listen to them; but warn them solemnly and let them know what the king who will reign over them will do.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then God says &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 Samuel 1:18 “  When that day comes, you will cry out for relief from the king you have chosen, and the LORD will not answer you in that day.” 19 But the people refused to listen to Samuel. “No!” they said. “We want a king over us. 20  Then we will be like all the other nations, with a king to lead us and to  go out before us and fight our battles.”  21 When Samuel heard all  that the people said, he repeated it before the LORD. 22 The LORD  answered, “Listen to them and give them a king.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here is what we know for sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;God is not schizophrenic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He  would not tell one person to vote for Obama and one to vote for McCain. As the scripture says, a city divided against itself cannot stand, so obviously many people are not hearing from God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maybe I am the one not hearing but I know God does not change and Obama contradicts many things I read in scripture so I doubt it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For all my friends who are voting for Obama can you really look God in the face and say; Father based on your word, I am voting for Obama even though I know he will continue the genocidal practice of partial birth abortion. He might have to nominate three or four Supreme Court justices, and I am sure  he will be nominating liberal judges who will be making laws that are against you. I also know he will continue to push for homosexual rights, even though you destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah for this. I know I can look the other way because of the economy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I could not see Jesus agreeing with many of Obama’s positions. Finally I have two questions for all my liberal friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Since we know someone’s value system has to be placed on the nation, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. Whose value system should be placed on the nation? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2.  Who should determine that this is the right value system for the nation? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Huntley Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-7070558130182950804?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/7070558130182950804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/10/god-is-not-schizophrenic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/7070558130182950804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/7070558130182950804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/10/god-is-not-schizophrenic.html' title='&quot;God Is Not Schizophrenic&quot;'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-8165525438799788291</id><published>2008-10-18T00:01:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:18:54.847-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Presidential Deal Breakers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SPl28MThNtI/AAAAAAAAAHw/zc2R2otCa94/s1600-h/j0384726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SPl28MThNtI/AAAAAAAAAHw/zc2R2otCa94/s320/j0384726.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258364816399087314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago, my husband and I decided it was time to trade-in our hip and trendy SUV for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ultimate &lt;/span&gt;status symbol - a &lt;a href="http://www.toyota.com/sienna/index.html"&gt;minivan&lt;/a&gt;.  (Can you detect the sarcasm?)  Well, for practical purposes, we decided to go the minivan route, and I have to admit it's my favorite car I've ever had - definitely a good choice on our part.  It may not be hip or trendy, but its practical comfort outweighs any benefits we ever got from our SUV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before buying, we took our time comparing makes and models until we decided exactly what we wanted.  After searching online inventories of dealers throughout the state, we finally found one that had the exact model we were looking for in stock.  I certainly was elated to have finally located a vehicle with all the bells and whistles we wanted, but there was one more thing I needed to know - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what color was it?&lt;/span&gt;  See, Toyota has this awful color called Silver Pine Mica.  It's a nauseating green/gold/silver blend - if that makes any sense.  Actually, it doesn't, which is why it's so hideous.  According to the salesman, it really is a controversial color.  People either love it and ask for it by name, or they despise it like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you can see where I'm going with this, right?  Even though after a long search I had located a van with all the options I wanted, if it had been covered with Silver Pine Mica paint, it would have been an absolute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;deal breaker&lt;/span&gt;.  That color was so appalling to me, I just couldn't overlook it even with all the other desirable features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how does this relate to presidential politics?  Well, I've been paying attention to this election very closely and to the opinions of Christians who are on both sides of the spectrum politically.  There are many Christians who will be casting their vote for Barack Obama next month because they agree with his stance on the war, education, health care and his economic policy of "helping the little guy", as well as his promise to increase aid to poverty-stricken countries - just to name a few examples.  I can certainly understand how these ideas may resonate with Christians as they seek to undo the many injustices they see in the world.  The only problem is that in order to support Barack Obama, a Christian has to ignore the Silver Pine Mica paint job: his overwhelming support of abortion and the vote he cast against the ban on partial-birth abortion, which is nothing less than infanticide.  (If you don't know what partial-birth abortion is, do a google search.  It will shock and outrage you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James tells us to look after widows and orphans - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;specifically&lt;/span&gt; because these people were helpless and utterly dependent on the compassion of others.  In the male-dominated society of that era, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;husbandless&lt;/span&gt; woman and a fatherless child had no voice and no way of conducting business or earning a living.  I think it is reasonable to say that the heart of James' message is to look after those who cannot help themselves.  Who is more helpless and innocent than an unborn child?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christians who support Obama might be thinking people like me are so singularly-focused and narrow-minded and wonder how I can be so "obsessed" with one issue.  After all, aren't there other issues that matter?  Sure there are, but the amount of money we spend on our education system doesn't matter to a child who's never allowed to live.  Aborted babies will never have the chance to benefit from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Obama's&lt;/span&gt; economic policies or grow up to be doers of justice in their communities.  Oh, and here's the kicker, a government health care plan is meaningless to a child who's life is taken from her before she can ever see the pediatrician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No presidential candidate is perfect, but when a candidate supports abortion - including partial-birth abortion - then that's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;deal breaker&lt;/span&gt; for me.  I know the Christians who support Obama do so with good intentions, wanting to express God's love and grace and to undo the perception that Christians are judgemental and intolerant, so they vote as social liberals.  Let's follow that premise to it's logical conclusion.  Suppose we, as a nation, consistently elected socially liberal candidates.  In twenty years, what would our country look like?  We would probably have even easier abortions, gay marriage legal nationwide, a decline in traditional two parent families, more government dependence, and the church would be even less relevant than it is today.  Who needs the charity and compassion of churches in our communities when the government takes care of everyone?  Sure, maybe Christians will no longer be viewed as judgemental and intolerant because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they won't even be noticed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This experiment has already been tried.  Go to Europe and see for yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-8165525438799788291?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/8165525438799788291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/10/presidential-deal-breakers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/8165525438799788291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/8165525438799788291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/10/presidential-deal-breakers.html' title='Presidential Deal Breakers'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SPl28MThNtI/AAAAAAAAAHw/zc2R2otCa94/s72-c/j0384726.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-762253752175088516</id><published>2008-09-30T23:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T23:25:35.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To The Blogosphere</title><content type='html'>My friend, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/10314213781309314256"&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt;, just started his own blog.  My husband and I have known Chris for over 10 years, and it's been really cool to see how God has worked in all three of our lives in that time.  Chris is a thoughtful and funny guy, and you'll get a sense for that right away when you read his blog.  Check it out &lt;a href="http://yadahjah.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the blogosphere, Chris!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-762253752175088516?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/762253752175088516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/09/welcome-to-blogosphere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/762253752175088516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/762253752175088516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/09/welcome-to-blogosphere.html' title='Welcome To The Blogosphere'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-3504646746504949848</id><published>2008-09-23T21:46:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:05:52.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Examining the Pros and Cons of Being a Homeschooling Mom (at least as I see them)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SNmuC_5JrCI/AAAAAAAAAHo/h8i6OESzzrM/s1600-h/j0439564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SNmuC_5JrCI/AAAAAAAAAHo/h8i6OESzzrM/s320/j0439564.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249418207211138082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I haven't blogged in a while because my life has been consumed by a new schedule.  I have officially become a member of a small - but growing - club.  I am now a homeschooling mom.  It's a title that comes with a mixture of joys and challenges, and I thought I would list the pros and cons of being a homeschooling mom (or dad), as I see them at this point in my journey.  I have a feeling, if I come back to this list in a few months, I'll want to make some changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here are the CONS, as I see them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You need to be organized and scheduled- more so than I am naturally.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You need to be flexible.  Being too organized and rigid will suck the joy out of the experience for you and your child.  Inflexibility essentially squanders the freedom you have to enjoy as a homeschooling parent.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have to give up a good portion of your time.  You need to be available to your child during "school time", and you need to spend time preparing for your lessons, as well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You need to find a way to occupy younger siblings who are not yet in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Homeschooling is not free.  No matter how you do it (and there are many ways), you do have to put out some money.  We've put out about $500 for this year, and we pay approximately $50 per month for our son to attend a local homeschooling academy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have to make a conscious effort to give your homeschooled children time to play with and be with their friends, since they won't be seeing them everyday on the school playground.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People will think you're a weird, reclusive, religious zealot, and that you want to shelter your child from reality.  (And maybe some people who homeschool ARE like that, but not me.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You may get disagreement from family and friends regarding your decision to homeschool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Many people (perhaps even your spouse) will have no idea what your day-to-day experience is like and be able to share in your passions and your frustrations as a homeschooling parent.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you have a rough day, homeschooling can be emotionally exhausting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Homeschooling takes up space in your home.  You need a space to work and a space to store all your materials.  This can either be a space solely dedicated to schooling, such as a "schoolroom", or a multi-purpose space.  Many people use their dining room for schooling during the week and transform it back to a dining room on the weekends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As a homeschooling parent, your availability to get together with friends (or make appointments) during the day will be very different from that of parents whose kids are in school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the PROS, as I see them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have the freedom to be flexible and a linger over a topic of particular interest to your child, if desired.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can take vacation and field trips whenever you want.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can keep up with your schooling a little bit over the summer if you want, so your child doesn't need an entire month of review that all school children have every September.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Studies show homeschooled kids score better on standardized tests than public school kids.  Their scores are equal to or better than private school students.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Contrary to popular belief, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;multiple&lt;/span&gt; studies have shown that homeschooled kids tend to have a better self-image than their public school peers and are more comfortable interacting with people of all ages.  They tend to model their behavior after adults rather than after their peers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your child has to spend less time on his/her academics and can spend more time playing and being a kid.  We do our school in about 2 1/2 hours a day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can start your day at a time that suits both you and your kids.  With homeschooling, it's possible to sleep in and still have a productive school day!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your children (if they are all at home with you) get to spend more time together and hopefully build strong, lasting relationships with their siblings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You get to be the one to first introduce your child to controversial or sensitive topics, such as evolution, homosexuality, and spirituality, and explain those topics from your own worldview.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You get to spend more time with your kids than a parent whose kids are in traditional school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can accommodate your child's unique needs and temperament.  If your child is fidgety, you can let him/her stand and do their work.  You can take breaks when your child needs it.  If your child has trouble staying focused, you are there to help him/her to stay engaged - something that is difficult for a teacher in a large classroom.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can move at your child's pace.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You get to experience the joy of seeing your child learn and the confidence that comes with it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your child has more time for sports and extracurricular activities than children who are in school all day and then have homework in the afternoons.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You get to learn new things, too!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It will warm your heart to hear your child say, "Are we having school tomorrow?  I love school!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Besides helping your child to acquire knowledge, you can really challenge your child to think and analyze (something which I feel, as a former public school teacher, is severely lacking in our schools).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As a homeschooling parent, you have more opportunities to work on character development with your child because you are with him/her more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As homeschooling has become more popular, there are a wide-variety of resources available for homeschooling families such as co-ops, academies, support groups, businesses and museums that offer special activities/classes for homeschoolers, and a wide variety of homeschooling methods and curricula.  The sky's the limit!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you find the curriculum and resources that suit you and your children, homeschooling can be fun and rewarding for all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-3504646746504949848?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/3504646746504949848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/09/examining-pros-and-cons-of-being.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/3504646746504949848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/3504646746504949848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/09/examining-pros-and-cons-of-being.html' title='Examining the Pros and Cons of Being a Homeschooling Mom (at least as I see them)'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SNmuC_5JrCI/AAAAAAAAAHo/h8i6OESzzrM/s72-c/j0439564.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-5816448121143288523</id><published>2008-08-20T19:29:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T12:45:40.164-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Science Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SK47zsNlR1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/O9sqcJzwS0U/s1600-h/j0438556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SK47zsNlR1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/O9sqcJzwS0U/s320/j0438556.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237189175905961810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon we were watching a "How It's Made" episode on Discovery Channel about fluorescent tube lights.  When the narrator described how the glass tubes were emptied of air and filled with gas, my son asked almost incredulously, "They fill it with gas?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He paused and then asked, "People gas?"  (I can only imagine what kind of image that conjured up in his mind!)  Then he went on to explain to me that there are two types of gas: car gas and people gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's your science lesson.  Got it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-5816448121143288523?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/5816448121143288523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/08/jamies-musings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/5816448121143288523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/5816448121143288523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/08/jamies-musings.html' title='Science Lesson'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SK47zsNlR1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/O9sqcJzwS0U/s72-c/j0438556.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-6343524153312292616</id><published>2008-08-18T15:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T16:07:14.185-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Wanna Gain the Whole World and Lose My Soul</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite songs of late is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TobyMac's  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;newest single,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Lose My Soul&lt;/span&gt;.  I probably hear it at least once a day lately.  It plays several times per day on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Message&lt;/span&gt; XM Radio station, and if that's not enough for me, I can always listen to it on my iPod!   &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.myspace.com/tobymac"&gt;TobyMac&lt;/a&gt; is a hip-hop gospel recording artist, formerly of the popular (now defunct) Christian music group &lt;a href="http://www.dctalk.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dc Talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  The tune is catchy, and whenever I sing along, I'm singing lyrics that represent my own thoughts and desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first video embedded below is a comical dialogue between Toby and his "psychiatrist" (who is very reminiscent of the late Chris Farley of SNL fame) as they discuss the meaning behind the song.  When you watch it, you'll laugh for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dLg4LK8clck&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dLg4LK8clck&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hear the song, you can watch this video below.  You'll be humming it the rest of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jsZAwZi-x5U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jsZAwZi-x5U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-6343524153312292616?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/6343524153312292616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-dont-wanna-gain-whole-world-and-lose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/6343524153312292616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/6343524153312292616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-dont-wanna-gain-whole-world-and-lose.html' title='I Don&apos;t Wanna Gain the Whole World and Lose My Soul'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-634588871337479536</id><published>2008-08-07T00:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T00:16:10.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Up Next on My Reading List...</title><content type='html'>Here's a great video of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tim Keller&lt;/span&gt; at an "Authors@Google" consortium, promoting his newest book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Reason-God-Belief-Age-Skepticism/dp/0525950494/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1218082261&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Reason For God: Belief in an Age of Skepticism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, which is also the book that is up next on my reading list.  (In fact, I plan to read a little after I finish with this entry...)  He's says some really thought-provoking stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kxup3OS5ZhQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kxup3OS5ZhQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-634588871337479536?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/634588871337479536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/08/up-next-on-my-reading-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/634588871337479536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/634588871337479536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/08/up-next-on-my-reading-list.html' title='Up Next on My Reading List...'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-8625375703884596294</id><published>2008-07-29T22:27:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T13:15:48.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Playing It Safe</title><content type='html'>Some friends of ours have just announced that they will be moving away in the near future.  They don't know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt; they'll be moving, or even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where&lt;/span&gt; they will be moving.  They don't even know exactly what they'll do when they get there.  They're happy right here - where they are, but they just know God is showing them it's time to go elsewhere.  So, when the time is right, they'll be taking their kids and going - somewhere God shows them He wants them to be.  Sounds crazy, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may sound crazy, but it's not really. It's a part of the thrilling race we, Christians, experience when we surrender completely to Christ.  See, our friends have a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt; with God because they're trusting in Jesus and submitting their entire lives to Him.  They are committed to following God's direction in their lives.  This doesn't make them special or "holier than thou".  (Everyone can have this type of relationship with God - in fact that's exactly what He wants for all of us.)  It doesn't make them extra-holy, but it does make their lives interesting and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;overflowing with purpose.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of us who commit our lives to God's purposes and live truly believing that Jesus was bodily resurrected from the dead (verifying that He truly is the Son of God), often find ourselves starting out on journeys we never would have expected and whose final destinations may be unknown.  When we live in relationship with our Heavenly Father, submitted wholly to Him, it's not uncommon to find ourselves taking giant leaps of faith, trusting in a God who often reveals only the next step and asks us simply to follow and obey.  It's in the following, trusting and obeying where our lives become exciting (to say the least) and take on true purpose.  We'll find ourselves doing and enjoying things we never thought we would and accomplishing things we never thought we could - all made possible by following after Jesus and submitting entirely to His &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;specific&lt;/span&gt; will and purpose for our lives.  It means life is not about trying to find our way on our own and then hoping that our decisions work out, and it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; not about playing it safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's the young family who moves to a foreign land to teach in an international school and serve as missionaries because that's what God is asking them to do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's the almost-empty-nesters who decide to adopt orphans because God has shown them that's His will for their family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's the woman who submits to God's will for her life and spends decades taking in foster-babies, often born drug-addicted, and caring for them until they can be returned to their mothers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's the man who gives up his successful and lucrative career to become a pastor and support his family on half the income because he's surrendering to God.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's the parents who decide to tackle the difficult and unpopular task of homeschooling their child because they see he has unique needs, and God has made it clear that's His desire for them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's our friends I mentioned above, who will be leaving people and a place they love because God is showing them that He has plans for them elsewhere.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all strings in a beautiful tapestry of redemption and grace that God has been weaving since the beginning of time.  We need to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pliable&lt;/span&gt; threads, so the Weaver can use us where He knows we fit.  He doesn't use us all the same way, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He wants to make us a part&lt;/span&gt; of His grand design for redeeming this imperfect world and all of us who live within it.  &lt;span&gt;This is His masterpiece&lt;/span&gt;, and as tiny threads we can only see it in part, but it's in the process of being picked up and woven, intertwined with the other threads that our lives take on the full meaning and purpose God desires for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To our friends, Scott and Andrea: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We will miss you and your two boys when you're gone, but we know the Weaver has a special place and purpose for you in His amazing design, and that's exactly where you need to be.  We just hope that somewhere down the road, God will lead you back to us!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-8625375703884596294?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/8625375703884596294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-playing-it-safe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/8625375703884596294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/8625375703884596294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-playing-it-safe.html' title='Not Playing It Safe'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-90345491707793084</id><published>2008-07-24T12:18:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T13:13:17.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How Would You Like to See This Hanging From Your Ceiling?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SIi34IsnJ-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/Pc70nm_cOfk/s1600-h/falling+light+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SIi34IsnJ-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/Pc70nm_cOfk/s320/falling+light+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226629542598617058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Friday night, when I was putting the kids to bed, I looked across our upstairs balcony over our foyer and saw that our glass chandelier (which was installed when our house was built 5 years ago) was hanging a little crookedly from the ceiling. I stepped closer to get a better look and saw that the fixture was actually coming apart at the seams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we awoke the next morning, it was clear that it had gotten worse and was definitely on it's way down. We called our electrician friend, Craig, who was kind enough to come over on his day off (and haul his enormous ladder with him) and remove our deadly chandelier before it came crashing down. I shudder at the thought of what could have happened if I hadn't noticed the problem before the light (very heavy with lots of glass!) fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am in the process of trying to get the manufacturer to give me my money back. Of course, everyone says I need to talk to someone else. You know how that goes... We'll see if I can get someone to do the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some other pictures of our deadly chandelier:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SIi2PN-6dqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/qNCTs5dDKzA/s1600-h/Falling+Light+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SIi2PN-6dqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/qNCTs5dDKzA/s320/Falling+Light+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226627740131292834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SIi2tZYSsxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Cxy5s3cGk9o/s1600-h/Falling+Light+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SIi2tZYSsxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Cxy5s3cGk9o/s320/Falling+Light+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226628258586604306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SIi3CVmGTSI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/5Pt7pw0iTlc/s1600-h/Falling+Light+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SIi3CVmGTSI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/5Pt7pw0iTlc/s320/Falling+Light+6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226628618348023074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SIizRMJaqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gxupoWuczbY/s1600-h/Falling+Light+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend, Craig, performed the heroic task of removing the hazard from our home.  Whew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-90345491707793084?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/90345491707793084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-would-you-like-to-see-this-hanging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/90345491707793084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/90345491707793084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-would-you-like-to-see-this-hanging.html' title='How Would You Like to See This Hanging From Your Ceiling?'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SIi34IsnJ-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/Pc70nm_cOfk/s72-c/falling+light+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-5792745939169470267</id><published>2008-07-24T11:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T12:18:33.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Father's Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Matthew 7:9-11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NLT-23301"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NLT-23301"&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;woj style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“You parents—if your children ask for a loaf of bread, do you give them a stone instead?&lt;/woj&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NLT-23302"&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;woj style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or if they ask for a fish, do you give them a snake? Of course not!&lt;/woj&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NLT-23303"&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;woj style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So if you sinful people know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your heavenly Father give good gifts to those who ask him.&lt;/woj&gt;"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a video of an interview on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NBC's Today Show&lt;/span&gt; with "Team Hoyt".  It's an incredible love story between a severely disabled son and his father, who has stopped at nothing to give his son a better life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a parent, I was moved to tears by this father's love when I first saw this video, and as a child of God, I couldn't help but also think of the Bible verses above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://godtube.com/flvplayer.swf" flashvars="viewkey=4e7679f8a731d6cce58a" wmode="transparent" quality="high" name="godtube" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="330" align="middle" height="270"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-5792745939169470267?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/5792745939169470267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/07/fathers-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/5792745939169470267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/5792745939169470267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/07/fathers-love.html' title='A Father&apos;s Love'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-4547524600030602575</id><published>2008-06-14T23:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T15:30:04.635-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God Cares About the Smallest of Things</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to give credit where credit is due.  (Bear with me and all the details...)  A little over an hour ago, I decided to search on eBay for some of the homeschool curriculum we are using for our son this fall.  The curriculum, Sonlight, is pretty pricey, so I've been keeping an eye out for good bargains on eBay.  I found an auction (with barely more than an hour left) that had many of the items I needed at a still very low price.  I wanted to bid on it, but hesitated because with Father's Day and various other things, we've had quite a few more expenses this past week and, therefore, a tighter budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered three items I have here at home that I need to return to the store.  Their total cost added up to $48.  A little thought went through my head (looking back, I believe it was God whispering in His still, small voice):  "Make $48 your maximum bid even though other auctions have sold for much more.  That way, if you win, you won't be taking any more money out of the bank account, and if you can actually buy all of those books for $48 or less (a real bargain even by eBay standards), maybe it will be God's way of confirming you've made the right choice to homeschool Jamie next year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..... I used my favorite online auction-sniping program and placed a max bid for $48 and set it to place the bid 5 seconds before the auction's end.  I won the item for $48 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exactly,&lt;/span&gt; meaning $48 really was the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;absolute lowest&lt;/span&gt; max bid I could have put in to win.  (For those of you who don't use eBay, many times you never actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pay&lt;/span&gt; your max - only just enough to surpass the next highest bidder's previously-set maximum.)  I had no way of knowing the current winning bidder had already made a max bid of $47.18 (since the price was only at $37.50 when I placed mine), but God knew!  He also provided the exact amount of money to pay for it, too!  And after receiving criticism for our decision to homeschool for Kindergarten, God gave me the much-appreciated confirmation that we are doing what's right for our child, and He's taking care of the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an awesome God we have!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-4547524600030602575?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/4547524600030602575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/06/god-cares-about-smallest-of-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/4547524600030602575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/4547524600030602575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/06/god-cares-about-smallest-of-things.html' title='God Cares About the Smallest of Things'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-7995801907840289800</id><published>2008-06-14T23:04:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T23:19:38.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why None of Us Is Meant to Be Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SFSJ_6aI3WI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DAMqoqBXipo/s1600-h/j0411688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SFSJ_6aI3WI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DAMqoqBXipo/s320/j0411688.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211942399878159714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this quote by the 19th century English poet, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samuel Taylor Coleridge&lt;/span&gt;, on a wall plaque, and it seems to be a perfect image of friendship and the built-in human need for companionship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Friendship is a sheltering tree."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-7995801907840289800?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/7995801907840289800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-none-of-us-is-meant-to-be-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/7995801907840289800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/7995801907840289800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-none-of-us-is-meant-to-be-alone.html' title='Why None of Us Is Meant to Be Alone'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SFSJ_6aI3WI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DAMqoqBXipo/s72-c/j0411688.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-1723802308210115591</id><published>2008-06-14T22:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T22:59:59.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaping a World-View</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SFSE6c49d-I/AAAAAAAAADw/Di2eT68lI8Q/s1600-h/j0433120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SFSE6c49d-I/AAAAAAAAADw/Di2eT68lI8Q/s320/j0433120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211936808496887778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this week I had a conversation with my five-year-old son, Jamie, which reminded me that parents have the awesome privilege and responsibility of shaping their child's world-view.  He asked me a very simple question while examining his previously skinned - now healed - knee, "Mama, why do we have scabs?"  Of course, I told him it's like our body's own special band-aid.  Then he said (and this is where you can detect his world-view), "I'm so glad God gave us scabs!  He thought of everything!"  This innocent, childlike remark gave me such satisfaction as parent.  It's clear from his comments that he views the world and all within it as created and cared for by God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opportunities to shape his view of the world and his place in it come up at random times.  I never know when I'll get a question or witness an incident that offers me the opportunity to show him the truth of God's love and his laws.  For instance, Jamie has become fascinated with the Star Wars characters, even though he has never seen any of the movies.  (He was first awestruck when he saw Darth Vader and some Storm Troopers make an appearance on a special episode of the game show &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deal or No Deal!&lt;/span&gt;)  He knows that Darth Vader wasn't always a bad guy, and he has often asked the question, "How did Darth Vader get bad?"  I answered with, "He became selfish and stopped caring about other people.  He only cared about what he wanted."  Then he asked a much more searching question, "How do people get selfish?"  This is where I had an open door to teach him the truth about God and our relationship to Him.  I told him, "People become selfish when they stop listening to God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how scabs and Star Wars (and anything else, for that matter) can become springboards for teaching Truth to a child.  It makes me want all the more to make sure that I am physically and emotionally present with my children as much as possible, so that I can be the person they turn to when these thoughts and questions run through their heads.  I believe as a parent, I have a solemn duty to impart Truth to my children, so that they can stand up against the inevitable storms of life, much like the wise man Jesus described, who built his house - not on the sand - but upon the Rock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-1723802308210115591?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/1723802308210115591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/06/shaping-world-view.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/1723802308210115591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/1723802308210115591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/06/shaping-world-view.html' title='Shaping a World-View'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SFSE6c49d-I/AAAAAAAAADw/Di2eT68lI8Q/s72-c/j0433120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-2348379247925903055</id><published>2008-06-08T17:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T17:58:34.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Lifted High</title><content type='html'>I recently bought the album "Stand" by the Christian recording artist, Michael W. Smith, on iTunes.  The song "Be Lifted High" really resonates with me.  I found this video on YouTube featuring the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for myself that these words would be true everyday in my life.  It's a daily struggle to deny myself and follow Jesus, and this song puts that life experience to song.   When you play the video, listen carefully to the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lW0QJfcmqYQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lW0QJfcmqYQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-2348379247925903055?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/2348379247925903055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/06/be-lifted-high.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/2348379247925903055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/2348379247925903055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/06/be-lifted-high.html' title='Be Lifted High'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-1161389102909787567</id><published>2008-05-20T16:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T00:00:37.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Serving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SDOdPTpcXeI/AAAAAAAAADo/MSfUsDh1E9k/s1600-h/j0407459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SDOdPTpcXeI/AAAAAAAAADo/MSfUsDh1E9k/s320/j0407459.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202674880840752610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Saturday, I did something I had never done before.  I drove to an elementary school - 30 minutes away from my home, in a run-down area of town - to tutor kids who need extra help in math and reading.  To be honest, I don't think I would have ever taken the initiative on my own and applied to be a tutor if it weren't for the efforts of our church staff, who made the decision to organize our church members to help the faculty and students of this particular school in any way possible.  This is a school where the vast majority of kids are on free or reduced lunches (i.e. living near the poverty level), and where most kids come from single-parent homes.  These are kids who were born into difficult family situations beyond their control and who are at risk for all types of delinquency.  Even the most caring, loving parent would find it difficult to provide the best nurturing environment when s/he is working 2 or 3 minimum wage paying jobs just to barely make ends meet while feeling overworked and overstressed.  Right now, many of these children still have their natural childhood innocence, but where will they be when they are 12, 16, 18 without other adults taking an interest in their lives?  It's a problem that is quite staggering when you think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the big question in my head is: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why don't more Christians help kids like these?&lt;/span&gt;  Churches are always emphasizing acts of service (or in church-people speak: "serving the Lord"), but why are these types of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;compassionate&lt;/span&gt; ministries so noticeably absent from the lives of most Christians?  Here are a few reasons I believe people ignore compassionate ministry, such as tutoring or mentoring at-risk children in a public school setting (and I write from personal experience):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The popular misconception that "serving the Lord" means joining the choir, teaching Sunday School or Vacation Bible School, keeping the church nursery, being a church greeter, serving on a church committee, etc.  In other words, "serving the Lord" means finding a place to serve &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inside &lt;/span&gt;your local church - no need to go outside the church.  Certainly, we can and should contribute to the efforts of our local church; however, the Church is not a building or a local group of people.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt;, Christians all over the world, are the Church, and we have the ability to go into different neighborhoods, cities and countries and make an impact in people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another misconception: compassionate ministries and acts of kindness are meaningless unless accompanied by a figurative "Bible-thump" over the head.   In other words, if we're not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;directly &lt;/span&gt;telling people about Jesus, why bother?  While it is true that Jesus told us to "go and make disciples", he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;also&lt;/span&gt; said in Matthew 25 that whatever we did for "the least of these" (after describing the poor, homeless, sick, imprisoned, etc.) we did for him.  James also describes caring for widows and orphans as "pure and faultless" religion.  It seems pretty clear that "serving the Lord" has a much broader definition than just "making disciples".  By the way, when people who openly love and follow Jesus sacrifice their time and energy to selflessly help others, I believe that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; tell others a little something about Jesus, you know?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another reason people don't serve in this manner: they really don't care.  It could be an "out of sight, out of mind" problem, or it could be a sense of retributive justice.  "Not my problem you screwed up your life.  You made your bed, now lie in it."  We shouldn't forget God's mercy and compassion for us.  It was never &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; problem that we chose to sin and separate ourselves from Him, but He sure went out of his way to fix &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; problem, didn't He?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some people feel the problems in our world are so big, and there are so many people suffering, that one person's small effort cannot make a difference.  Here's a great quote from Mother Theresa on this: "If you can't feed a hundred people, then feed just one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned above, I can write this list from personal experience because I am guilty of thinking each of these at some point, but I am thankful that God continues to teach me and mold my heart and mind to be more like his.  I learned on Saturday that God has given me a gift and a passion I didn't know I had.  I'll definitely be looking for more Saturday tutoring opportunities next school year.  One day, when I am no longer the busy stay-at-home mom of two preschool-aged children, I may be able to find time during the week to tutor or mentor kids at the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do you want to know how my first tutoring session went?  Well, I couldn't be at the school until one hour before the session was scheduled to end, so I had very little time to offer.  When I arrived, a teacher led me over to a 4th grade boy, Malcolm, who was already working on his reading assignment.  I didn't do very much - except express kindness and encouragement as we went over his reading and the follow-up questions together.  After completing the task, we chatted for only a minute or two before the bell rang, signaling the end of the Saturday Academy session.  What happened next showed me how my small effort made a big difference to him.  He asked, "When will I see you again?"  I told him I wasn't sure because this past weekend was the last Saturday Academy session of the year.  He then asked with a big smile, "Will you come back next year?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I said, "Yes! "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-1161389102909787567?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/1161389102909787567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/05/serving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/1161389102909787567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/1161389102909787567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/05/serving.html' title='Serving'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SDOdPTpcXeI/AAAAAAAAADo/MSfUsDh1E9k/s72-c/j0407459.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-3659392594526580284</id><published>2008-05-16T15:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T15:57:23.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Child of Mine</title><content type='html'>I just want to brag on my son, Jamie, a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like such a lucky (or should I say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blessed&lt;/span&gt; for all the church-people out there) woman to be the mother of such a sweet little boy.  This morning while my husband was in the bathroom getting dressed for work, and I was lying in bed - still in that semi-awake-half-asleep state of mind, Jamie came in our bedroom and hopped on the bed, as is his usual routine.  He immediately announced, "Mama, I'm going to say something that's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very nice.&lt;/span&gt;"  He then said, "Mama, I love you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so much&lt;/span&gt;."  Of course, I was touched and told him I also lived him very much.  He then continued, "You're the best mama &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; going to stop loving you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm so lucky (or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blessed&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-3659392594526580284?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/3659392594526580284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/05/sweet-child-of-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/3659392594526580284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/3659392594526580284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/05/sweet-child-of-mine.html' title='Sweet Child of Mine'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-790357320075955379</id><published>2008-05-09T23:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T23:43:04.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Are We Waiting For?</title><content type='html'>Our small group discussion this week focused on serving others, and our church is coordinating efforts to serve people in need in our local community and other parts of the world.  To quote Sally Clarkson from her book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seasons of a Mother's Heart&lt;/span&gt;: "God's truth may fill [our] minds, and his Spirit may be at work in [our] hearts, but the process is incomplete until the passion of Jesus for the lost and hurting moves [our] hands to reach out to the people for whom he died."  I think she sums it up quite well.  (To see my previous blog entry on her book, click &lt;a href="http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/02/ive-been-reading-book-seasons-of.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a great music video about serving others I found on YouTube a few months ago.  It's set to the the popular song "Waiting on the World to Change" by John Mayer, and the message is quite compelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/arhIEKoXcR4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/arhIEKoXcR4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-790357320075955379?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/790357320075955379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-are-we-waiting-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/790357320075955379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/790357320075955379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-are-we-waiting-for.html' title='What Are We Waiting For?'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-1361532217877337673</id><published>2008-04-30T16:00:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T19:08:46.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Woman Knows She Cannot Please Everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SBoVOIyL7rI/AAAAAAAAACQ/sO0tUZlXQg4/s1600-h/j0430893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SBoVOIyL7rI/AAAAAAAAACQ/sO0tUZlXQg4/s400/j0430893.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195488452745621170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good woman (or man) knows she cannot please everyone.  That's a sentiment I first read in &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nice Girls Don't Change the World&lt;/span&gt; by Lynne Hybels.  You can read my previous post on this thought-provoking book &lt;a href="http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-more-nice-girl.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being unable to please everyone certainly isn't a new concept that I had never heard before reading Lynne Hybels' book, but I guess it seemed to be so real to Lynne as a recovering people-pleaser that it really struck me.  I know that I, too, am a people-pleaser in the process of recovery, and I still have a hard time dealing with other people's disapproval of my choices - particularly people of influence in my life.  I'm not sure how to psychoanalyze myself and identify the root cause for my people-pleasing desires, but I know I've been this way for years.  Maybe it's part personality - I am relationally oriented.  Maybe I'm too much of a perfectionist.  Maybe it's my own pride and desire to want to look perfect to others.  Maybe I have some of the deep subconscious beliefs that Lynne Hybels discovered within herself.  One day she realized, although she knew God's love was a gift of grace, she still had spent most of her life trying to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prove&lt;/span&gt; she was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;worthy&lt;/span&gt; of his love.  That spilled over into every area of her life until she found that she had spent decades trying to please God and others in ways they had never demanded of her.  As a result, no one benefited from Lynne living the life God had purposed for her.  Eventually, she concluded she could no longer be a "nice girl", always trying to please others.  Instead, she wanted to be a good woman - and a downright &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dangerous&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woman&lt;/span&gt; who can change the world by living out God's unique purpose for her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I recently had to remind myself of the lesson I learned: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a good woman knows she cannot please everyone.&lt;/span&gt;  My husband and I recently announced a controversial decision we have made regarding our 5 year old son's education: we have decided to homeschool him for Kindergarten.  Even before we announced our intentions, we knew this would not please everyone close to us, yet I still was hurt on a personal level, when we received the strong, outspoken opposition that we had expected to receive.  Although I knew the opposition would be there, I still was very distressed over their unwavering disapproval.  I think I had been hoping that we would be able to convince them to take a wait-and-see approach and eventually their opinion would change.  In time, I thought, I'd have their approval, but it seems pretty clear there will always be disagreement, and I need to learn to be OK with that.  Like I said, I am a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;recovering&lt;/span&gt; people-pleaser and still very much in the process of learning to be focused solely on God's desires for me and not the will of others.  That's tough, especially when I know that I may have to displease others in order to do what I believe is right.  I'm sure there are plenty of other recovering people-pleasers out there who can fully understand my sentiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, when I was lying in bed yesterday evening, sick with a stomach virus and worrying way too much over our homeschooling controversy, Jamie, the 5 year old at the center of this saga, came in the room and sat on the bed beside me to tell me he felt sorry that I was still sick.  Of course, I was touched, and I told him I loved him and loved being his Mama.  He then said, "I love being with you too, Mama."  Oh, how I needed to hear that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-1361532217877337673?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/1361532217877337673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-woman-knows-she-cannot-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/1361532217877337673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/1361532217877337673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-woman-knows-she-cannot-please.html' title='A Good Woman Knows She Cannot Please Everyone'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SBoVOIyL7rI/AAAAAAAAACQ/sO0tUZlXQg4/s72-c/j0430893.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-3017880231493937081</id><published>2008-04-23T10:41:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T23:56:13.698-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Martial Artist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SCUcXIPOmBI/AAAAAAAAADg/34NF3QsvthE/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SCUcXIPOmBI/AAAAAAAAADg/34NF3QsvthE/s320/DSC00010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198592528543029266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie, our energetic 5-year-old son, is a student of Taekwondo. Oh, yes, he's pretty fierce in his white belt with a black stripe! For the past 8 months, he has been a student at a local &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christian Taekwondo University&lt;/span&gt; (originally founded by &lt;a href="http://www.sellteam.org/"&gt;this man&lt;/a&gt;) that holds classes in our church building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been an especially exciting week for Jamie's study of Taekwondo.  First, his instructors organized a Taekwondo drama demonstration for both services at our church this past Sunday morning, and secondly, he was able to attend a TKD seminar (also held at our church) last night that was led by &lt;a href="http://www.uscdka.com/TheFounders.aspx"&gt;Grandmaster Brenda Sell&lt;/a&gt;, the President of the &lt;a href="http://www.uscdka.com/"&gt;U.S Chung Do Kwan Association&lt;/a&gt; and the highest-ranked female in the world.  She holds an 8th Dan (degree) black belt in Taekwondo.  Her husband, &lt;a href="http://www.uscdka.com/TheFounders.aspx"&gt;Sr. Grandmaster Edward Sell&lt;/a&gt;, who holds a 9th Dan black belt is the highest ranked non-oriental in Taekwondo.  Jamie was so excited that he was able to meet a person who knew even more about Taekwondo than his instructors.  It was a once-in-a-lifetime experience for him to be able to receive instruction from a Grandmaster.  When he's older, I'm sure he will really appreciate knowing he took part in this special event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me also tell you a little bit about the TKD demo Jamie participated in on Sunday.  I know it might sound a bit strange, but it was really cool to watch!  The group of students and instructors acted out a supernatural battle between good and evil set to the song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Champion&lt;/span&gt; by Carman. Jamie played the role of an angel who cheered for Jesus as he fought against Satan. Jamie displayed his tremendous acting ability as he covered his mouth with his hands in shock and disbelief when Jesus put his hands by his side and let Satan give him a fatal kick to the head (a symbol of the crucifixion.) Then, after a few seconds, Jesus stood back up (symbolizing the resurrection) and took down Satan and his demons one-by-one.  The demo culminated with Jesus (played by Master Luckett, one of Jamie's instructors) breaking through a stack of concrete blocks, labeled SIN, symbolizing how Jesus' sacrificial death broke the bondage of sin.  It was a really powerful demonstration of the redeeming work of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, Jamie was proud of his involvement in the demo and extremely thrilled that he got to see Master Luckett break concrete for the first time! Certainly, after seeing the skills of Master Luckett (and also meeting Grandmaster Brenda last night), he has newfound inspiration for practicing his martial arts, but there's a more important lesson we hope he takes away from this experience. We told him that not only were we proud of how well he followed directions while on stage, but that we were especially proud that he had used his abilities to tell other people about Jesus. I really hope Jamie understands that is the most important thing that happened on the stage yesterday. I'll do my best to remind him whenever I have the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to locate a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christian Taekwondo University&lt;/span&gt; (CTU) near you, click &lt;a href="http://www.uscdka.com/Schools.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  We are thoroughly pleased with the physical, mental and spiritual training Jamie is receiving through his lessons.  I highly recommend it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, here is a video clip depicting the song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Champion&lt;/span&gt;.  It is not a video of Sunday's performance, but it can give you an idea of the demo on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://godtube.com/flvplayer.swf" flashvars="viewkey=86400c494db7091e402b" wmode="transparent" quality="high" name="godtube" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="270" width="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-3017880231493937081?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/3017880231493937081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-little-martial-artist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/3017880231493937081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/3017880231493937081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-little-martial-artist.html' title='My Little Martial Artist'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SCUcXIPOmBI/AAAAAAAAADg/34NF3QsvthE/s72-c/DSC00010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-637832103630952229</id><published>2008-04-21T20:50:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:13:27.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING: Being a Parent Will Suck The Life Out of You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SBoV0YyL7sI/AAAAAAAAACY/DxCRh-syHd4/s1600-h/j0427604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SBoV0YyL7sI/AAAAAAAAACY/DxCRh-syHd4/s400/j0427604.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195489109875617474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am officially exhausted.  Pooped.  Whipped.  Whatever you want to call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been one of those emotionally stressful days that sometimes occur in the life of a stay-at-home parent, and I am physically and mentally exhausted.  My children have steadily beaten me down all day.  I'm sure it was a conspiracy.  "I'll have a temper-tantrum over losing a game of Chutes and Ladders, and just when I've got her all flustered, YOU start screaming and crying in your high-chair and throw your sippy cup on the floor.  Make sure the milk splatters everywhere when you do it, too, OK?  We'll take her down!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, around 4 PM, when my blood had finally hit it's boiling point and I was about to blow a gasket, I got the idea to take a long, relaxing shower in the hopes of having some time to be alone and talk to God - to re-center myself in His love.  I prayed (in desperation, to be completely honest) and asked God to help me see the world through my 5-year-old's eyes.  As you can imagine, we had been at each other's throats for most of the day, and I'm sure many of our battles were a result of me not understanding his thoughts and intentions.  Starting to feel renewed, I began singing a song that came to mind, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your Love, Oh Lord&lt;/span&gt; by Third Day.  Well, wouldn't you know the little sucker who was supposed to be in his bed sleeping off his bad attitude, which is almost always the result of him being too tired, had sneaked into the bathroom?  I spun around just in time to see his blurry hand reach for the shower door, but a quick reprimand (probably the 100th of the day) stopped him from following through with his plan - whatever it was.  So while I'm praying to be able to see the world from his point of view, he's plotting to expose me in the shower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are definitely moments when I wonder, "Will he ever know the lengths of my love and sacrifices for him?  Will he ever really understand?  Will he ever thank me?"  Of course, as I write this, I am sure I'm only feeling a portion of what our Heavenly Father feels for us.  Will we ever know the depth and width of HIS love?  Will we ever really understand how it felt for God when Jesus, his Son, with whom he is One, took on all the guilt and shame of all eternity and died as a man in a humiliating, painful manner on a Roman cross?  How many of us will ever thank him?  Just a few thoughts that came to me right now as I am typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, both of the little boogers are finally in bed, and I'm TIRED.  It's 9:30 PM.  After a day like today, I probably should have my head on a pillow right now, or at least be watching Dirty Jobs on Discovery Channel.  But, instead, I'm spending my time writing this blog entry.  Now, I'm starting to think I might also be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Love, Oh Lord &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;by Third Day (my shower song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Your love, oh Lord&lt;br /&gt;Reaches to the heavens.&lt;br /&gt;Your faithfulness stretches to the sky&lt;br /&gt;Your righteousness is like the mighty mountains&lt;br /&gt;Your justice flows like the ocean's tide&lt;br /&gt;I will lift my voice&lt;br /&gt;To worship You, my King&lt;br /&gt;I will find my strength&lt;br /&gt;In the shadow of your wings&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-637832103630952229?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/637832103630952229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/04/warning-being-parent-will-suck-life-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/637832103630952229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/637832103630952229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/04/warning-being-parent-will-suck-life-out.html' title='WARNING: Being a Parent Will Suck The Life Out of You!'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SBoV0YyL7sI/AAAAAAAAACY/DxCRh-syHd4/s72-c/j0427604.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-8946444788955618720</id><published>2008-03-28T10:59:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T22:44:30.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stuttering Brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/R-0daHkEymI/AAAAAAAAAB4/JCyZR4aKGBU/s1600-h/j0234673.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/R-0daHkEymI/AAAAAAAAAB4/JCyZR4aKGBU/s320/j0234673.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182831080717470306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who read my blog regularly (if indeed any of you exist) may have noticed that I've recently added a list of books I'm reading.  One book, in particular, stands out as different among the rest in my list: &lt;a href="http://www3.fhs.usyd.edu.au/asrcwww/Treatment/lidcombe.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Lidcombe Program of Early Stuttering Intervention: A Clinician's Guide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  by&lt;a href="http://www3.fhs.usyd.edu.au/asrcwww/About_us/staff.htm"&gt; Mark Onslow&lt;/a&gt;.  It is a textbook detailing the Lidcombe Method for treating stuttering in preschool-aged children.  I am particularly interested in this because my 5 year old son has struggled greatly with stuttering, and the exact cause of stuttering is still a mystery to this day.  There are many theoretical approaches to dealing with stuttering, but all of these are based on presumptive theories relating to the assumed causes of stuttering.  Lidcombe is an atheoretical method for treating stuttering.  That is to say - the method is not based upon a theory as to the cause of stuttering.  It is simply based on clinical research regarding methods that are proven successful in eliminating stuttering in young children - regardless of the cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lidcombe approach, although it has been thoroughly researched and shown to be very successful with children under the age of 6, is not the typical stuttering treatment a child would receive here in the United States.  Only a small number of clinicians here in the U.S. use this approach.  Lidcombe was developed primarily in Australia, and is a popular choice for clinicians in Australia, New Zealand, South Africa and the United Kingdom.  It is a bit radical in it's direct approach, yet it is very simple to implement.  It is pure &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operant_conditioning"&gt;operant conditioning&lt;/a&gt;, based upon B.F. Skinner's model of reward, punishment and extinction.  With Lidcombe, to summarize briefly(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;read the book to really learn how to use it&lt;/span&gt;), the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;parent&lt;/span&gt; (the clinician simply teaches the parent how to implement the therapy, and then subsequently attains objective measures of treatment progress) in both structured and non-structured conversation offers the child acknowledgment and praise when statements are uttered fluently (i.e. stutter-free) and acknowledges the "bumps" when a child stutters unambiguously, followed by a request to try the statement again.  One key factor in making this pleasant for the child is that the positive verbal contingencies must outnumber the negative at least 5:1.  This whole idea of directly addressing the stutter with a child flies in the face of many past passive approaches, which were to never acknowledge or address the issue with the child for fear it will make them self-conscious and therefore struggle all the more.  In fact, many experts thought the idea of operant conditioning for stuttering was completely abhorrent when the research first began in this area.  Yet, for some unknown reason, it works!  Perhaps very young children have enough brain plasticity to figure out on their own how to control the stutter once they are encouraged to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in the US, one is more likely to receive treatment that is based somewhat on the demands and capacities model - changing conversational and environmental stressors to promote fluency -  as well as fluency shaping techniques - teaching stutterers to elongate vowels and and speak with relaxed, slow speech.  These techniques have shown success with stutterers, but there are quite a few who are not helped by these methods of treatment.  Of the number of children who spontaneously develop stuttering in the preschool years, a full 20% will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; recover - despite therapy - and will go on to become adult stutterers.  Boys are more often affected than girls, and the risk for boys to become lifelong stutterers is 4 times greater than that for girls.  Many of the 80% who recover, do so spontaneously without therapy.  That indicates that the failure rate for therapy is much greater than 20%.  As the mother of a 5 year old boy who stutters, I know the odds are not necessarily in his favor, but I refuse to give up and settle for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one &lt;/span&gt;approach that only has shown limited success.  I am committed to learning all I can about the supposed causes of stuttering, and I plan to implement this Lidcombe operant therapy at home while my son still receives more traditional therapy once a week at our local elementary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another area in which I plan to do more research and reading regarding stuttering help is in the relatively new field of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.braingym.org.uk/faq/faq.htm"&gt;educational kinesiology&lt;/a&gt; (Edu-K.)  &lt;/span&gt;This is the study and application of natural movement experiences                    to facilitate learning. It focuses on the performance of specific physical                    activities that activate the brain for optimal storage and retrieval                    of information.  It has been shown to help with ADD, ADHD, Sensory Integration Disorder as well as basic focus and concentration in both children and adults.  I theorize that stuttering has both behavioral and physiological components.  It only makes sense, then, to try to treat both.  I first began to look into this area when I read in a journal article, &lt;a href="http://biology.plosjournals.org/perlserv/?request=get-document&amp;amp;doi=10.1371%2Fjournal.pbio.0020046&amp;amp;ct=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What Causes Stuttering?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, by Christian Buechel and Martin Sommer. The article explains that PET scans and fMRI imaging have shown in multiple studies that the right hemisphere of the brain is hyperactive in adult stutterers when they produce stutter-free speech; wheareas the left hemisphere is more active when producing stuttered speech.  This leads to the hypothesis that the right hemisphere language areas try to compensate for a deficit in the left, and that perhaps the 80% of people who recover from stuttering are those who are able to use their right brain hemispheres for language production.  This discovery prompted me to ask, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Is there a way to improve right hemisphere functions and cross-communication between the two hemispheres of the brain?"&lt;/span&gt; Indeed, there are exercises and activities that have been shown to improve cross-communication between the left and right hemispheres of the brain as well as other aspects of brain function, and I plan to learn more regarding the research in this field.  I have a few books I've ordered on the way.  I'll update my blog when I learn more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've told my husband I am on a mission to help our son overcome his stuttering.  He has already shown significant improvement in the past few months - most of it before we started traditional therapy, and I have my theories regarding his seemingly spontaneous improvement.  Hopefully, I will have more information to support my theory once I have read more about Edu-K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information and all the cutting-edge theories and research regarding stuttering, check out the blog, &lt;a href="http://www3.fhs.usyd.edu.au/asrcwww/About_us/staff.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestutteringbrain.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Stuttering Brain&lt;/a&gt;, from which I borrowed the title for this entry.  I also have included it in my list of blogs on the left-hand column of the page.&lt;a href="http://www3.fhs.usyd.edu.au/asrcwww/About_us/staff.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-8946444788955618720?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/8946444788955618720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/03/stuttering-brain.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/8946444788955618720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/8946444788955618720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/03/stuttering-brain.html' title='The Stuttering Brain'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/R-0daHkEymI/AAAAAAAAAB4/JCyZR4aKGBU/s72-c/j0234673.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-909059996590553655</id><published>2008-03-24T16:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T17:13:24.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Nice Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/R-gYQHkEylI/AAAAAAAAABw/5Nyr8doYYAE/s1600-h/j0399508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/R-gYQHkEylI/AAAAAAAAABw/5Nyr8doYYAE/s320/j0399508.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181418036477086290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently read the book, &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=fUJsAcETUoUC&amp;amp;dq=nice+girls+girls+%22don+t%22+change+the+world&amp;amp;pg=PP1&amp;amp;ots=xB7hxEgpsE&amp;amp;sig=LUGOKsspe0N75Cwj46GIQbSdrCA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;prev=http://www.google.com/search?q=nice+girls+girls+don%27t+change+the+world&amp;amp;ie=utf-8&amp;amp;oe=utf-8&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=print&amp;amp;ct=title&amp;amp;cad=one-book-with-thumbnail"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nice Girls Don't Change The World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, by &lt;a href="http://www.lynnehybels.com/bio.asp"&gt;Lynne Hybels&lt;/a&gt;.  It's a fantastic little book that challenges a notion that many women (particularly those raised in the church) have readily accepted, which is that God requires them to always be a "nice girl" -- living as a people-pleaser and never breaking the mold or ruffling any feathers.  This book was born out of Lynne's personal journey of learning to no longer settle for "niceness."  Instead, she battled herself out of depression by learning that God wanted her to become a "good woman" and live out His purpose.  Here is her definition of a good woman:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    The opposite of a nice girl, I learned is a "good woman."  Being a good woman means trading the safe, passive, people-pleasing behavior of niceness for the dynamic power of true goodness.  It means moving from the weakness and immaturity of girlhood toward the strength and maturity of womanhood.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Whereas a nice girl of any age lives out the script she learned as a child -- a script too often grounded in powerlessness -- a woman acknowledges and accepts her power to change, and grow, and be a force for good in the world.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Whereas a nice girl tends to live according to the will of others, a good woman has only one goal: to discern and live out the will of God.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    A good woman knows that her ultimate calling in life is to be part of God's plan for redeeming all things in this sin-touched world.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    A good woman knows she cannot be all things to all people, and she may, in fact displease those who think she should just be nice.  She is not strident or petty or demanding, but she does live according to conviction.  She knows that the Jesus she follows was a revolutionary who never tried to keep everyone happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That picture of a good woman made me want to be one.  It made me want to grow up and trade the innocuous acceptability of niceness for the world-changing power and passion of true goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-909059996590553655?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/909059996590553655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-more-nice-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/909059996590553655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/909059996590553655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-more-nice-girl.html' title='No More Nice Girl'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/R-gYQHkEylI/AAAAAAAAABw/5Nyr8doYYAE/s72-c/j0399508.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-7948626054859939607</id><published>2008-03-17T10:40:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T20:37:58.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What to Do With Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/R97749WGNlI/AAAAAAAAABo/gGHAowDFlSg/s1600-h/j0182686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/R97749WGNlI/AAAAAAAAABo/gGHAowDFlSg/s320/j0182686.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178853577481139794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Palm Sunday and the beginning of the Passion Week, which culminates with Easter Sunday, the celebration of Jesus' resurrection from the grave.  The week is appropriately given the name "Passion" because it's a time to celebrate &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God's&lt;/span&gt; passion for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!   God is passionate about us, but we must decide if our passion also lies with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read the various accounts of Jesus' triumphal entry into Jerusalem (Matthew 21, Mark 11, Luke 19, John 12) on what we now celebrate as Palm Sunday, you see how the villagers who greeted him honored him as the King of Kings.  They waved palm branches in exaltation and placed their cloaks over his shoulders and upon his donkey as if they were royal robes.  Many laid their cloaks across the road, as a royal carpet, honoring their King as he returned to them.  They praised him shouting, "Hosanna!" - a greeting reserved for kings returning from war.  Jesus was not and never claimed to be an earthly king, yet he is the King of all Kings and Lord of all Creation.  The crowds who greeted him on Palm Sunday in Jerusalem worshiped him, and gave him the glory and honor he deserves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a few days had passed before he encountered two entirely different crowds.  First, he was brought before the Jewish high priests and the Sanhedrin, the Jewish Council.  (Jesus was a Jew, so he lived under their governing authority and was brought to them to be charged with blasphemy, as they had already conspired against him.)  When Jesus refused to deny his claim to be the Son of God, they charged him with blasphemy and declared him worthy of execution.  They spit upon him, slapped him and mocked him saying, "Prophesy, and tell us who slapped you that time, Messiah!"  He then was presented to Pilate, the Roman governor.  Pilate addressed the large crowds outside, asking them what he should do with Jesus.  Pilate was willing to let Jesus go free because he felt he had committed no crime.  However, the crowd yelled, "Crucify him!", and Pilate (being the wimp that he was) handed him over to be crucified, even though he believed Jesus was an innocent man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jesus, in a matter of days, received glory and praise from one crowd of people and rejection from another, yet no matter how he is ever received, he's still the King of Kings. That fact will never change.  Everyone who has lived ever since has had to make the same decision as Pilate and the crowds: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we all have to decide what to do with Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;  Either we give Jesus the glory and honor he deserves in our lives, or we can can shake our fist at him and reject him.  There's really no in-between.  Many people try to find what they feel is the "moderate" approach to Jesus and say they believe he was a great teacher and a good man.  But let's face it: a good man and great teacher doesn't claim to be the Son of God if he really isn't, and a liar certainly doesn't submit to death by Roman crucifixion and refuse to deny his false claim.  There's really no way he could have been just a good teacher or a good man. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Jesus was either a nut, a bold-faced liar or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;he really was telling the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt; There's just no room for the "good teacher and good man" perspective in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a short video, &lt;a href="http://sermoncentral.sermonspice.com/videos/12032/the-jesus-rant/"&gt;The Jesus Rant&lt;/a&gt;, that puts Jesus into historical perspective.  It's very brief and well worth the time.  Unfortunately, I'm not able to embed it here in my blog, but it can still be viewed by clicking on this &lt;a href="http://sermoncentral.sermonspice.com/videos/12032/the-jesus-rant/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, a great book on the deity of Jesus, is &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?hl=en&amp;amp;id=yQDvTSvVVroC&amp;amp;dq=more+than+a+carpenter&amp;amp;printsec=frontcover&amp;amp;source=web&amp;amp;ots=OYuesiFjGX&amp;amp;sig=8WAcF2RnALS9vNtf4fyuTkQQkJI"&gt;More Than A Carpenter&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.josh.org/pr/bio/"&gt;Josh McDowell&lt;/a&gt;.  It's a best-seller and was written by a former skeptic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-7948626054859939607?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/7948626054859939607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-to-do-about-jesus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/7948626054859939607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/7948626054859939607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-to-do-about-jesus.html' title='What to Do With Jesus'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/R97749WGNlI/AAAAAAAAABo/gGHAowDFlSg/s72-c/j0182686.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-4118483126490683125</id><published>2008-03-11T15:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T15:48:48.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eliot</title><content type='html'>As a mother of two NICU babies, I was moved to tears by this short video about this little baby, Eliot, who was never expected to live.  The miracle of his life and the love he received from his parents are two truly beautiful things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://godtube.com/flvplayer.swf" flashvars="viewkey=c975d005cd2c4d261f7f" wmode="transparent" quality="high" name="godtube" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="270" width="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-4118483126490683125?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/4118483126490683125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/03/eliot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/4118483126490683125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/4118483126490683125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/03/eliot.html' title='Eliot'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-6912117293109465958</id><published>2008-03-08T23:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T23:53:23.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God is Bigger</title><content type='html'>Today was a windy day - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; windy.  I'm talking deck-furniture-flipping-tree-falling &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;windy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always fun to gawk at the trees as they whip back and forth - as long as they stay upright and don't tip over.  As I looked out our kitchen window watching the awesome display, I remarked to my husband, "I hope the wind doesn't knock that dead tree down.  I wouldn't want it to fall on our house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son, Jamie, had been paying attention to our conversation, as he usually does.  He just looked at me and innocently expressed his wonder and amazement.  It was as if he had just realized something for the first time.  "Mama," he exclaimed, "God is BIGGER than the tree!  His hands are WAY up in the sky."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well said, Jamie.  God IS bigger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-6912117293109465958?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/6912117293109465958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/03/god-is-bigger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/6912117293109465958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/6912117293109465958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/03/god-is-bigger.html' title='God is Bigger'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-1355243880681401940</id><published>2008-02-19T15:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T11:15:18.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscar-worthy Performance: Best Temper Tantrum</title><content type='html'>This kid needs to go to acting school when he's older...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this video, he puts on an amazing performance -- certainly the best temper-tantrum ever!   The funniest part is how he doesn't want his audience to miss a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HILARIOUS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KpSfThUv_pc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KpSfThUv_pc&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-1355243880681401940?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/1355243880681401940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/02/oscar-worthy-performance-best-temper.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/1355243880681401940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/1355243880681401940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/02/oscar-worthy-performance-best-temper.html' title='Oscar-worthy Performance: Best Temper Tantrum'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-5191298139095348747</id><published>2008-02-18T18:25:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T22:08:21.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God, Einstein and Quantum Theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/R7pGqn-NcnI/AAAAAAAAABY/UEOyC_ehMuY/s1600-h/j0400992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/R7pGqn-NcnI/AAAAAAAAABY/UEOyC_ehMuY/s320/j0400992.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168521220459426418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My 5-year-old son, Jamie, is really fascinated with the solar system, space exploration and the universe as a whole.  Ever since he watched the space shuttle Atlantis launch on TV last June, learning about outer space has been his passion.  We've learned that our solar system is just one tiny part of the Milky Way galaxy, and that there are millions more galaxies in the universe.  Many astronomers believe the universe goes on forever, and still others believe that there are new formations every day.  It's so hard to conceive of the vastness and splendor of the universe.  I amazed that God not only could conceive of the universe, but he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;created&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All if this has reignited an interest in me to learn a bit more about astronomy.  I found this short article that discusses Albert Einstein's view of God.  He believed in a Creator, but not in a personal God who has a specific will.  Everything, according to Einstein, simply followed the patterns and natural laws that God put in place.  Because of this, he rejected quantum theory, which  asserted that there is some randomness to the universe.  Newer discoveries in astrophysics are giving proof to quantum theory (which, frankly, I don't even begin to understand) and that there are both randomness &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; rules in the universe.  It's as if the Master Artist had a plan for his creation, but just for his own pleasure, threw in a few unexpected elements to spice it up a bit.  Now that's not so hard to imagine, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the complete article, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Einstein’s View of God&lt;/span&gt; by Nancy Ellen Abrams and Joel R. Primack, click &lt;a href="http://physics.ucsc.edu/cosmo/primack_abrams/htmlformat/Einstein4.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-5191298139095348747?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/5191298139095348747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/02/god-einstein-and-quantum-theory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/5191298139095348747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/5191298139095348747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/02/god-einstein-and-quantum-theory.html' title='God, Einstein and Quantum Theory'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/R7pGqn-NcnI/AAAAAAAAABY/UEOyC_ehMuY/s72-c/j0400992.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-4414188284745899520</id><published>2008-02-16T09:32:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T17:55:31.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brokenness and Restoration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/R7oMin-NcmI/AAAAAAAAABQ/UxdKAO2-sqo/s1600-h/j0435912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/R7oMin-NcmI/AAAAAAAAABQ/UxdKAO2-sqo/s320/j0435912.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168457311346061922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Sunday, our church started a six-week series entitled "Lent".   It's hard to believe, but we are swiftly approaching Easter and the celebration of Jesus' resurrection from the grave and death's ultimate defeat. Now is a good opportunity to spend extra time reflecting upon the life of Jesus and the reason why he came from heaven to earth in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first step for me in reflecting upon the sacrifice of Jesus is to examine my own brokenness and need of healing.  Last Sunday's message re-focused my attention on my need for a Savior.  (To hear an audio recording of the message, click on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Southside Church Podcasts &lt;/span&gt;on the left-hand column of my blog.)  The truth is, all of us are broken -- we all have hurts, habits and hang-ups that keep us from living the full, abundant lives he desires for us.  I need to spend some time examining my life, asking God to help me see all the hurts in my life that have caused me to become too protective of myself, perhaps causing me to keep some people at arm's length who might really need a friend to love them.  (Once again, it's about loving others as much as I love myself -- something that does not come naturally to me.)  I also need to ask God to show me what habits and hang-ups I have that are getting in the way of loving Him with my whole being and also loving others as myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great news of God's love is that he wants to restore our broken lives to his original design, so we can have unbroken, eternal fellowship with him.  God wants to make us whole again.  Jesus came from heaven to earth, lived sinlessly, died sacrificially and rose from the dead to make that restoration possible.  God's love for us is relentless -- he never gives up.  His mercy and grace endure forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I've probably sung it hundreds of times, the old hymn &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amazing Grace&lt;/span&gt; has a whole new meaning to me this Lenten season than ever before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; That saved a wretch like   me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I once was lost but now am found,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Was blind, but now I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-4414188284745899520?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/4414188284745899520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/02/brokenness-and-restoration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/4414188284745899520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/4414188284745899520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/02/brokenness-and-restoration.html' title='Brokenness and Restoration'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/R7oMin-NcmI/AAAAAAAAABQ/UxdKAO2-sqo/s72-c/j0435912.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-1859529654668833641</id><published>2008-02-12T15:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T22:44:03.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing to Maturity</title><content type='html'>I've been reading the book &lt;a href="http://www.wholeheart.org/whnewsitem.php?announceid=13"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Seasons of a Mother's Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.wholeheart.org/whpeople.php"&gt;Sally Clarkson&lt;/a&gt;.  Honestly, if it had not been given to me, I probably would have never picked it up off the bookstore shelf.  Neither the title nor the cover are especially eye-catching, and I had never heard of the author.  I have since learned that Sally Clarkson is a homeschooling mom, who alongside her husband, Clay, directs &lt;a href="http://www.wholeheart.org/whmain.php"&gt;Whole Heart Ministries&lt;/a&gt;.  In this book, she shares some honest and true wisdom about the awesome task of raising children.  I really appreciate how she never loses sight of her long-term goals as a mother.  Here are two excerpts from the chapter entitled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Planning to Live &lt;/span&gt;that really resonated with me&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Finally, I know that it is not enough to raise children into adults who know God's word and walk in God's ways.  To be fully trained, they must also &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do God's work.&lt;/span&gt;  That is what it means to have integrity as a Christian -- to be fully integrated with God's purposes.  God's truth may fill their minds, and his Spirit may be at work in their hearts, but the process is incomplete until the passion of Jesus for the lost and hurting moves their hands to reach out to the people for whom he died."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"There is no doubt in my mind that personal ministry is the missing measure of Christian maturity in the evangelical church today.  Truth and character alone do not fully define a mature Christian."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Those statements challenge me not only as a mother, but in my own walk with Christ, as well.  The second of the two quotes I feel is a good summary of what I have mistakenly believed defined a mature Christian for much of my life: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if a person knows and believes all the Biblical truths and lives a moral life, that person must be a mature Christian&lt;/span&gt;.  I now know that's a shallow definition of Christian maturity.  What did Jesus say were the two greatest commandments? To sum it up: love God and love others - unconditionally.  That kind of love does not come naturally.  It only comes from the transformation God works in my heart and mind, as he molds me into a mature Christian.  It's very easy to hide behind the facade of right living and right knowledge and try to fool people into believing I've got my Christian life all together, but in the words of the Apostle Paul (1 Corinthians 13), "if I have not love, I am nothing."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-1859529654668833641?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/1859529654668833641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/02/ive-been-reading-book-seasons-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/1859529654668833641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/1859529654668833641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/02/ive-been-reading-book-seasons-of.html' title='Growing to Maturity'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-6325735666148515910</id><published>2008-02-06T17:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T15:57:13.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Transformation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/R6vHifHTAvI/AAAAAAAAABA/8wOhrCVck1E/s1600-h/PH02573J.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/R6vHifHTAvI/AAAAAAAAABA/8wOhrCVck1E/s320/PH02573J.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164440792991990514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, our family attended our weekly small group meeting with our friends from our church.  A small group is a group of 8-10 (or more or less) people who meet together usually in someone's home for the purpose of getting to know each other, forming &lt;span&gt;meaningful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;friendships, and learning together how to follow Jesus.  Let me just say, we really enjoy our small group!  My husband and I have made new friends through our group, and our kids love playing with the other kids each week.  I think both my husband and I would say we have been personally challenged through many of our small group discussions, as well as the examples of others in our group.   Additionally, for me as a stay-at-home mom, it really is like a mid-week oasis, where I can be refreshed by filling up on adult conversation and fellowship while having a babysitter in charge of my kids for two hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our discussion last night, led by my husband, who had prepared questions centered on the second half of James Chapter 2 - often thought of as the "Faith and Deeds" passage - really challenged me.  James talks about how faith in Christ and living like Christ go hand in hand.  You can't have one without the other.  Christ IN you changes you, and your actions should follow.  All of the discussion of good deeds (which certainly should accompany sincere faith in Christ) made me start to think how easily my mind and heart can become focused on my good deeds and no longer focused on Christ.  How many times have I acted in a pure and kind way without a thought, only to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;later&lt;/span&gt; pollute it with pride by admiring myself for being so kind and thoughtful?  What happened to Christlike humility?  It's almost paradoxical: Christ's love in me compels me to act in a selfless way, but afterwards, my own pride regarding my good deed causes my innate self-centeredness to rear it's ugly head once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, it's so much easier to focus on my outward actions than my inner thoughts and attitudes.  When I honestly examine my attitudes, I'm quickly reminded that I have no reason to be proud, but instead have a great need for heart transformation and mind renewal&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.johnortberg.com/"&gt;John Ortberg&lt;/a&gt;, in his book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Life You've Always Wanted, &lt;/span&gt;asserts that this transformation that we all need to experience through Christ in our lives is literally a metamorphosis - becoming someone totally new.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am completely aware of my natural tendency to be self-centered, but I'm grateful that God continues to work on my heart and mind, slowly morphing me into someone who has a heart like His.  I have a long way to go, but thankfully the Master artist never gives up on perfecting His work in me.  I just need to get out of the way and let him do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be transformed by the renewing of your mind&lt;/span&gt;.  Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is  -- his good, pleasing and perfect will."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Romans 12:2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-6325735666148515910?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/6325735666148515910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/02/heart-transformation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/6325735666148515910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/6325735666148515910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/02/heart-transformation.html' title='Heart Transformation'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/R6vHifHTAvI/AAAAAAAAABA/8wOhrCVck1E/s72-c/PH02573J.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-2462531465748920131</id><published>2008-01-25T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T14:48:53.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Well Do You Know Roe?</title><content type='html'>Whether you are pro-life, pro-choice or somewhere in between, I would encourage you to take part in a unique survey on the web called the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roe IQ Test&lt;/span&gt;, which is sponsored by Concerned Women for America, Alliance Defense Fund and Focus on the Family.  It asks a series of 12 multiple choice questions regarding the 1973 Supreme Court decision Roe v. Wade, followed by a small number of demographic questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the survey is to gauge the average citizen's knowledge and attitude towards the abortion issue.  I took the survey and was surprised to learn some new information, especially how our laws compare to other countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To take the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roe IQ Test&lt;/span&gt; for yourself, click on the link below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.roeiqtest.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.roeiqtest.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-2462531465748920131?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/2462531465748920131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/01/roe-iq-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/2462531465748920131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/2462531465748920131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/01/roe-iq-test.html' title='How Well Do You Know Roe?'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-547509638371741016</id><published>2008-01-23T10:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T22:13:27.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Belonging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my children to know they belong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want my kids to know that we're a family, and we stand by each other - always.  I'm constantly trying to figure out better ways to show my 5 year old son that he belongs in our family - not just that he was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;born&lt;/span&gt; into our family, but I want him (and my daughter once she's older) to have a real sense of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;belonging&lt;/span&gt;.  That's more than just the mere circumstances of birth.  It's a sense that you are accepted unconditionally, loved unendingly and cherished.  It's knowing that your family and your home are a haven from the emotional beatings we have to endure in life, and it also requires that we, the family, make sure that we are not a source of pain for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really means answering the call of Jesus to love others unconditionally.  This includes my children when they are in the midst of a gigantic temper-tantrum or have just accidentally spilled milk all over my freshly-cleaned kitchen floor.  It means sacrificing my comfort -- and sometimes happiness -- for the benefit of another. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now, that's where it really gets tough.&lt;/span&gt;  Sometimes I'll snap at my husband or child, or I may have a complaining or ungrateful spirit simply because it pacifies my own selfish nature.  Whenever this happens, I am reminded of how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inadequate&lt;/span&gt; I really am.  I must depend on God to fill me with &lt;span&gt;His&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;love so that it overflows out of me to others because I am utterly incapable of loving unconditionally on my own.  Otherwise, I might be a source of pain and hurt for the people I love.  Our family's home may not be a haven from the hurts of the outside world, and my children may decide to seek emotional refuge elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving my children a sense of belonging also means building a grace-filled home, where each of us is allowed to make mistakes, yet can expect to be forgiven.  This begins with me allowing my children to see my faults (my husband already sees them very clearly) and not pretending to be perfect.  It means not only forgiving my children when they wrong me, but also asking their forgiveness when I hurt them.  I want our home to be a place where we are all mutually accepting of each other and each other's faults.  And it is my highest hope that we extend our grace-filled environment outside our home and touch others.  This is what I believe Jesus meant when He said in Matthew chapter 5: 14-16 (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Message&lt;/span&gt; paraphrase), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You're here to be light, bringing out the God-colors in the world.  God is not a secret to be kept.  We're going public with this, as public as a city on a hill.  If I make you light-bearers, you don't think I'm going to hide you under a bucket, do you?  I'm putting you on a light stand -- shine!  Keep open house; be generous with your lives.  By opening up to others, you'll prompt people to open up with God, this generous Father in heaven."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Father, help me to love unconditionally, as You first loved us.  May our home be a place of grace, where our children know they belong, and where your mercy and grace are evident to others.  I pray our children would grow up with the knowledge that You, Father, love them even more than we do, and that they would early in life decide they belong to You."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-547509638371741016?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/547509638371741016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/01/belonging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/547509638371741016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/547509638371741016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/01/belonging.html' title='Belonging'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-5002089198971568858</id><published>2008-01-22T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T21:04:36.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Every Mom is Thinking</title><content type='html'>This is one of my favorite YouTube videos.   The comedian featured in the video is Anita Renfro.  For more information about her books, DVDs and tour schedule, visit her website at &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.anitarenfro.com"&gt;www.anitarenfro.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you moms (and dads!) out there will laugh hysterically when you watch this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RxT5NwQUtVM&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RxT5NwQUtVM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-5002089198971568858?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/5002089198971568858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-every-mom-is-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/5002089198971568858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/5002089198971568858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-every-mom-is-thinking.html' title='What Every Mom is Thinking'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639737060952700458.post-3646592242792824860</id><published>2008-01-21T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T10:31:36.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace - Be Still</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 69px; height: 1px;" id="personal-table" class="profileTable" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr id="Quote"&gt; &lt;td class="data"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div id="Quote-data" class="datawrap"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Everybody today seems to be in such a terrible rush, anxious for greater developments and greater riches and so on, so that children have very little time for their parents. Parents have very little time for each other, and in the home begins the disruption of peace of the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-- Mother Teresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled upon this quote from Mother Teresa yesterday quite by accident while searching for another one of her famous sayings.   The words above reinforce a conviction I have felt lately regarding home and family: a slower-paced family life is a more peaceful family life.  It seems for about the past 9 months, God has been pounding me (in His gentle style) over the head with this very idea.  This lesson has come at me from so many different directions, I'd be a fool not to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, life is simply more peaceful when we slow down as families and just enjoy each others' presence.  There's a huge temptation to busy ourselves and our kids with more and more activities in order to feel like we're keeping up with everyone else.  Although there will always be greater opportunities within our grasp, sometimes we just need to step back and look at the big picture and ask ourselves: "Will this opportunity draw our family closer together or pull us away from each other?  Will this new development move me closer in the direction of God's plan and purpose for my life?"  If we answer "no" to either of the questions above, we must prayerfully consider if this new opportunity will ultimately become a burden and rob us and our families of peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowing down does not mean shirking our responsibilities and taking a vacation from the realities of life.  Irresponsibility never promotes peace, nor does it demonstrate love for others.  There will always be challenges along our path as we journey through life, and with God's grace, we can navigate around these obstacles.  However, slowing down simply means we cut out the clutter in our lives and focus on what's important from an eternal perspective.  What's eternal in life?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People&lt;/span&gt;.  It may seem strange to think of it this way, but our spouses and children are eternal beings.  This life on Earth is just the opening act for eternity.  C.S Lewis said something like 'no one we meet is a mere mortal' because we were all designed for eternity.  This includes our spouses and children.  The very people with whom we eat breakfast, watch TV, and experience all the mundane activities of daily life are, in fact, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;immortal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;They are definitely worth slowing down for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639737060952700458-3646592242792824860?l=mom-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/3646592242792824860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/01/peace-be-still.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/3646592242792824860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639737060952700458/posts/default/3646592242792824860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mom-rox.blogspot.com/2008/01/peace-be-still.html' title='Peace - Be Still'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10052938729210604661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my-KrdifBI0/SuOtBVTDuJI/AAAAAAAAALg/gZ0fIJ4b22A/S220/209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
