Wednesday, December 30, 2009
I started thinking about Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Then it clicked. Him and I do have something in common. We may not be blood related, but we share something and it's not just our last names. He was a dreamer and so am I.
Often times dreamers are told that they are living in a fairy tale and their imagination is to far fetched to ever come true. A dreamer has the tendency to look beyond the here and now, but see what's ahead. There are times when a dreamer can ask, "Did you see that?" Only to be told no. To top it off, no one around you saw it but you.
We walk away scratching our heads.
Next thing you know the dreamer is at it again. We just can't shake off the feeling we felt while dreaming. Dreaming about watching our children minister to the multitude of people. Leading them into the presence of God as the angelic voice comes from the mouth of your offspring. Standing at the altar as your lad gives an invitation to invite others to give their hearts to Jesus. In awe as you see your younger ones hunger for the Word of God. You get up in the middle of the night because you're awaken by a light. Only to find that they have their Bibles cracked open. Then you hear, "Just one more chapter Mom and then I'll go to bed." Watching the rosebud develop into a beautiful rose right before your eyes. Standing outside on the gravel waving down the street as you see your prodigal coming home. Working side by side as husband and wife in the ministry. Becoming pillars in the local church to carry out the vision God gave your leader.
Yes, I was at it again, dreaming. With one exception, my dreams are reality because I dared to dream!
As we approach the close of an old year and began a new one, I want to challenge you to dream. Some dreams you may not be able to share with others, that's fine. For 2010, I dare you to dream.....
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
I have yet to hear those words come from his mouth. He has many female friends. I for one consider him to be one of my best friends. We can talk about anything. Sometimes we can have deep conversations. Sometimes it's about politics, ministry, marriage, having solutions to the world's problems, things we're passionate about, ect.
Over the years we've talked to our children openly about relationships and why we don't like dating. Our son has never been on an official date. You know the kind where he goes and picks her up. Takes her to dinner and a movie, alone. Would he like to go to dinner and a movie with a young lady? Perhaps, maybe, but with whom?
Sometimes I scratch my head because I really don't know what he's looking for in a young lady. I have an idea, but when I ask him, he says stuff like, "She's got to have a nice personality." Me being the mom, I'm like "What else?" Then there's this awkward silence....
A few weeks ago he mentioned to me that he saw a young lady wearing a skirt. I was kind of puzzled because he sees young ladies in skirts all the time, but something was different about this skirt. The next words to proceed out of his mouth was, "She had on a modest skirt and she looked like a lady."
Then it dawned on me that it's not very often that he sees a young lady dressed modest. He told me he had to take a second look. Wow!..... Imagine that, a young man taking a second look at a young lady dressed in modest attire.
Monday, November 30, 2009
I have some new cookie recipes that I will be trying for the first time this year. During this time of the year, my home always has a candle burning with some kind of cinnamon scent. I love the smell of cinnamon. Sometimes the boys will walk through the door thinking that I have some bread or cookies in the oven, but it's just my candle.
On Friday, November 20th, I hosted a baking party at my house. I was able to share my love for aprons and my passion for baking. I made each of the ladies an apron. I tried making them according to their personalities. I think I did pretty good being that I've only known them for such a short time. We had so much fun in my cozy little kitchen.
Monday, November 23, 2009
by: Nicole Johnson
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?' Obviously, not.
No one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all. I'm invisible. The invisible Mom. Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this?
Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What number is 20 the Disney Channel?' I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.'
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated sum a cum laude -- but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going; she's going; she is gone!
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England .... Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped pack age, and said, 'I brought you this.' It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription:
'To Charlotte, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'
In the days ahead I would read -- no, devour -- the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work:
No one can say who built the great cathedrals -- we have no record of their names. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit..The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it.' And the workman replied, 'Because God sees.'
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place.It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become.'
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride. I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, 'you're gonna love it there.'
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
Great Job, MOM!
Share this with all the Invisible Moms you know...I just did.
Hope this encourages you when the going gets tough as it sometimes does.
We never know what our finished products will turn out to be because of our perseverance.
Monday, November 16, 2009
During the past weeks of working on the quilt, I would constantly hold it up for Don and the kids to take a look. At that time I had not noticed the blemish, nor did they.
Today I was reminded of my Creator. He knew me before I was created in my mother's womb. He visioned what I would look like even before my mother laid eyes on me. God knew that my nose would be broad and that my lips would be full. He even knew that I would be born with a blemish. He saw the birth defect on my right ear, but in His eyes I was beautiful.
The birth defect isn't my only blemish. Before I allowed Jesus to come into my heart and change me, the blemishes from my sinful life had left it's mark on me. I don't do things I used to do before I met my Creator, but I still have some blemishes. To Him, when He looks at me, all He sees is beauty.
What amazed me the most is realizing that God is holding me up for all the world to see the work of His hands.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Within just a short time, I was able to focus on how I was going to decorate our place this year, the gifts I wanted to make and the ham that I wanted to put on the cute plate that was on display. Once I snapped back to reality, I went over and got my 5.5 ounces of Boston Baked Beans for a $1.00. Trying not to get distracted again.
While standing at the register to pay for my treat, I lost focus again because I saw the cutest wired trees that would look cute with a candle burning inside of it. I nudged Don and get tried to get him focused on my eyes delight, but he was determined to get in and get out. (Thank God for husbands at the Dollar Tree :)
The calming effects of riding in the car got me to thinking. I started thinking about how I can lose focus during the holiday season and totally forget about my time with the Lord. I can rise early in the morning to throw bread in the oven and bask in the aroma as I finish putting the hem in an apron from the night before. The night before I had burned the midnight oil because I wanted to do "one more thing" before I retired for the night.
I thought about how God is a jealous God. He doesn't want me to put anything or anyone before Him. I was doing all the right things, but I was still wrong. I had neglected the one who gave me the gifts and talents. He didn't give the gifts to me so that I can use them to neglect Him.
Father I thank You for the gifts that You have given me. When you created me in my mother's womb, You anointed my hands and gave me a creative mind. Forgive me for neglecting You during the past holiday seasons and putting other things before You. As I'm on the brink of a new holiday season, I hear You say not to get to busy because You miss Your time with me.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
If someone can help me fix this please let me know.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Inside my home, the smell of Spiced Apple & Cedar candle scent brings much delight as I sit by the window with my sewing machine.
Friday, October 2, 2009
When my sister passed away, she left behind 3 teenage children and 2 grandchildren. My mother was so grief stricken because she never thought she would have to bury a child. It's suppose to be the other way around, right? My siblings and I were in such a state of shock that it left us speechless. Words could not express the pain we felt on that day. It was a day of mixed emotions as well. We also rejoiced in our hearts because my sister had come to accept Jesus Christ as her Savior.
*Side note: When I visited my sister in the hospice, I would lift up her arms and say "Jesus." All she could utter was a faint "uh huh." We have the opportunity each day to lift our hands and stretch our arms high and give praise to the Lord our God. He has done great things and is worthy. Don't take it for granted!
I want to encourage all women to learn how to do monthly breast examination. Talk to your daughters about the changes that will take place with her breast during puberty and teach her how to do self examinations. Get mammograms as early as you can. Pray for the women who are battling this disease and let's not be passive in our prayers. Breast cancer is not passive as it takes hold a vibrant woman in the prime of her life.
If you are reading this, you or someone in your family is battling breast cancer, please be encourage and cherish each day. Also know that God is healer and a Savior. My sister may not have gotten a healing here on earth, but she's resting in the arms of her Savior.
My daughter Ruthie was 10 years old at the time of my sisters death and she sang this song at the funeral.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Most of the gifts I make are handmade aka homemade. I really wasn't sure how my gift would be received. Some people like handmade gifts and some don't. From my experiences in the past, I was nervous though. I felt that there was something much deeper at work here than a "homemade" gift. Once again, it wasn't so much whether or not my gift would be received, but rather would I be rejected because of my gift.
Why in the world would I be rejected because of my gift? Is a question I kept asking myself. Well, if your a person who has dealt with rejection, you know what I'm talking about. Often times when rejection takes it ugly grip on us, we have to continue to fight as we dig up the root that planted itself there.
As I sat there as the gifts were being opened, I made sure I looked around for the nearest EXIT sign in big red letters. Often times when we are faced with rejection, we look for the nearest exit. Sometimes those around us who knows our weakness will push us to the exit sign only to grab us by the arm before walk out the door. It becomes a game they like to play, but there are the only ones having fun.
Then one day you get to that exit door and you walk outside. For the first time in years you smell fresh air and the freedom that comes with it. You turn around and face your rejector and tell them your free. You will no longer play the game. The game is over and you're the winner because standing behind your rejector are those who are exposing their weaknesses in secret.
I was so relieved when my handmade gift was received with great joy by the expecting mom. The gift was a beautiful crib quilt. I look forward to meeting the baby boy that will be added to the church family. But the thing I look forward to the most is bonding with the women at church and being vulnerable to them and not being afraid to expose my weaknesses out of fear of rejection.
I've learned in life that in my weaknesses, God's strength will prevail.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Mom. A simple three letter word that has enough impact to bring real change that we so desperately cry out for. It's me, Sandra, known as "mom" to my children, that's raising up a generation of worldchangers that will shape the future of this nation.
Mom. A simple three letter word that doesn't have BA, MD, PhD or XYZ ect. behind it, but an occupation that existed before the alphabet letters were known. When I became a mom, the only formal education I had was from watching and listening to other moms. But when the alphabets are just a fading memory in my mind, my heart will still smile at the sound of the word "mom"
I encourage all women with children to embrace your calling as a mom. Rock those babys to sleep at night. Be patience with the toddler you're trying to potty train. Answer the "why?" questions because Little Man might have the solution to a cure for cancer. Help your kids find their identities in their tween years. Don't run from your teenagers and tell them you'll be back when their grown. Let them know that the changes that are taking place in their body is normal. Your boys need you to tell them that they are strong and it's okay to be masculine. Your girls need to hear from you that they are pretty and it's okay to be feminine.
Society may tell you that you have so much more to give than just being a mom. You need to tell them because your just a mom, society will have a future they can be proud of.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
I received this book from my Secret Sister. I want to share some quotes from the book. I hope it blesses you the way that it has blessed me. BTW, I "love" Secret Sisters.
The sea has its pearls, The heaven its stars,
But my heart, my heart, My heart has its love ~ Heinrich Heine
If you wish to be loved, love ~ Seneca
'Tis what I love determines how I love. ~ George Eliot
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind. ~ William Shakespeare
Love is the gentle smile upon the lips of beauty. ~ Kahlil Gibran
A loving heart is the truest wisdom. ~ Charles Dickens
Sunday, August 30, 2009
During this journey with Christ, I have gone through some trials that were long. It was difficult for me to praise God in the midst of them. Those Scriptures that were being quoted started to cease because my flesh got tired and weary. Then one day it dawned on me that I need to praise no matter what my circumstances were, how much money I had or didn't have in the bank or what my present surroundings looked like. I had to offer up a sacrifice of praise. How do I offer a sacrifice of praise? I couldn't really answer that question until I understood what it meant to offer a sacrifice of praise.
yield or relinquish for the sake of something else, as a person, thing, or idea.
I realized in order to continue offering up an expression of adoration and glorifying my Lord, I had to deal with me first. Praise to God begins with self.
Psalms 103:1-2, Bless the Lord, O my soul; And all that is within me, bless His holy name! Bless the Lord, O my soul, And forget not all His benefits.
Oh at times how I quickly forgotten all His benefits. Just like an earthly child has benefits from his or her natural father, I have benefits because of my Heavenly Father. The opposite of Praise is forgetfulness. To forget the benefits of the Lord is to disregard His covenant Lordship.
Praise is due to God because He answers prayer!
Praise is due to God because He is the King of Kings!
Praise is due to God because He is the creator of all things!
The commitment to praise the Lord requires a disassociation from dependency on other people. You can't look for man to praise God for you because you're "going through." He's your God. He's your Savior. He's your Deliver. Praise Him because he is worthy!
So shall I be saved from my enemies.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Lord as I sit here in my van waiting for Ruthie to finish her dance class, I feel You. I feel You through the wind. I know it might sound weird to other people, that's why I'm only telling You.
Father I love Your presence. I feel as though Your sitting here with me. Sometimes Lord I dream about running to the mountains just to be alone with You. While we're there You're sharing secrets with me. You're giving me people to pray for. But more than anything else Lord, it's You and me.
I see us walking down a path with beautiful flowers surrounding us.
You know Lord, I feel so safe with You. "Thank You" for protecting me.
I have to come to reality soon. Ruth's dance class is almost over, and back to being a mom. Father my husband and children are such a blessing. "Thank You" for them!
Jesus + Sandra = True Love & Forever Lasting! :)
Saturday, August 8, 2009
1 pound ground beef
1 package (10 ounces) frozen chopped spinach, thawed and well drained
4 green onions, chopped
1 can (2 1/2 ounces) sliced black olives, drained
1 teaspoon dried oregano leaves, divided
1/4 teaspoon black pepper
1 large tomato, diced
1 cup plain nonfat yogurt
1/2 cup mayonnaise
6 (6-inch) pita bread, warmed
1 cup crumbled feta cheese
Cook and stir ground stir until crumbly and no longer pink. Drain ground beef. Add spinach, green onions, olives, 1/2 teaspoon oregano and pepper; cook and stir 2 minutes. stir in tomato.
Combine yogurt, mayonnaise and remaining oregano in a small bowl. Split open pita bread; line each with lettuce leaf. Stir cheese into beef mixture and divide among pita pockets. Serve with yogurt sauce.
*These were so yummy and have become a family favorite. I did a couple of things different from the recipe. I did add more seasoning to my ground beef and added a little yogurt & mayo mixture to the to the ground beef.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
by Ellen Bailey
As keeper of my home, it's my duty to guard what comes into my house. There are so many things that we wouldn't dare allow to come into our house. Some of the obvious are R-rated movies that would cause sleepless nights to our young children and make our teenagers hormones rage off the charts. We wouldn't allow secular music to enter our homes and fill our kids minds with fantasies that are unrealistic and cause us to think about past relationships when "our song" would come on. Especially those slow jams from the 80s. I for one check every piece of garment that my kids buy from the store. There's no room in the drawers and not enough hangers in the closet for immodest clothes and pants that will fall to the ground because the proper size wasn't purchase.
As I keep a watchful eye on what comes into my home, some things come in that I can't see. They travel in through the hearts of those who enter my home. Whether it's someone who lives here or someone else who brings it in. They are invisible and unless I'm God, which I'm not, I can't see them. One of those things is gossip. When we hear the word gossip right away red flags go up and we disassociate ourselves from that word. In reality, who wants to be known as a gossip or even associated with one. No one. But the sad truth is.....we have all been there and done that. Praise God for growth and the truth that resides in His word.
I remember once while teaching Sunday school many years ago, a little boy looked up at me and said, "Sister King you're really nice and I don't know why my mom talks about you."
I would like to caution you to be careful what you say around your children. If they don't repeat what you say about someone, their actions will show towards that adult that you're talking about.
There have been many wonderful children who have walked away from the Lord. Not because of what mom and dad did in the home, but because of what mom and dad said in the home. What they said about other people sitting around the dinner table and on the phone. What's a child to do when parents have another couple over from for coffee and they hear them talk about Brother and Sister John & Jane Doe. Guard your home! Don't allow anything to enter your home that does not glorify God and/or His people.
There are many quotes regarding gossip:
Whoever gossips to you will gossip about you.
The only time people dislike gossip is when you gossip about them.
Gossip is always a personal confession either of malice or imbecility.
Josiah Gilbert Holland
Live in such a way that you would not be ashamed to sell your parrot to the town gossip.
Never tell evil of a man, if you do not know it for certainty, and if you know it for a certainty, then ask yourself, 'Why should I tell it?'
Johann K. Lavater
Proverbs 26:20 - Where there is no wood, the fire goes out; And where there is no talebearer, strife ceases.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Today is my youngest child's birthday. Sarah turned 11 today. My oldest daughter Ruth wrote a special birthday tribute to her. I thought I'd post it here and share this special bond between 2 sisters that are 8 years apart.
(Psssst!! Read this to Sarah) =)
Happy Birthday Little Sister! Well, I guess you are that little anymore huh? 11 years old. Girl, you're getting old! But as beautiful as ever (we can thank Mom for those cute genes she gave us ;)
I remember when Mom and Dad brought you home from the hospital. You were so small and fragile and cute. And I wanted to be their little helper, so I picked you up and carried you to their room to give you a bath....of course I must have done something wrong because Mom and Dad started to freak out when they looked up and saw me holding you. It was all a blur, but I remember hearing that I wasn't holding you up right, or that I could have dropped you, etc. Afterwards when they saw me balling my eyes out in my room, they came in and explained how important is was that I was careful when I held you. Sarah, when I picked you up for the first time that day, my heart jumped. Here was my sister. I wanted to talk to you, and wanted to show you how to do things. I wanted to be the best big sister for you.
And day after day, I would come and check on EVERY time you were sleeping just to watch you breathe. I would sit there for the longest periods of time watching you open your mouth, and turn over in your basinette. I would pat your back when you woke up, and fix the little strands of hair on your head so you would stay looking like an angel while you slept.
I remember wanting to always be the one who fed you. Sarah, there were days though that I wanted to just put your baby food on the counter and walk away! You would spit it right out and smile. Like you knew that I didn't want you to do that, and it was a game. I laugh now because of how cute I remember you being.
Even when you got a little older, and you started to get really bossy, I still loved you.
And then I went off to college. And it didn't hit me until the day before I left that you really loved me too. You cried, and that made me cry. Being away from home this last year was really hard. I missed out on watching you go from being a little girl to being an almost (and I mean almost because you are not grown yet!) pre-teen.
But I'm so glad to have you nearby. I love hanging out with you, laughing, tickling (even though I say I don't like to be tickled), joking and making fun of the boys, swimming, watching a movie and eating popsicles. I love spending time with you.
So! All of that is to say that I am thinking about you today. It's your special day and I hope it is extra special for you =)
Happy 11th Birthday Sarah Esther King =)
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
On my bended knees I pray.
Matters of my heart are many, I have so much to say.
Encouragement my sister she needs,
Keeping her home with a family she feeds.
Embracing the changes occurring in her life,
Everyday she's serving as a mother and trying to be a virtuous wife.
Please Lord give her the strength to endure,
Even in her darkest hour You're there for sure.
Remind her of the great job she's doing,
Still on today Lord, let her hear You wooing.
By: Sandra King
Written on January 11, 2005
There are times I've neglected the most important relationship in my life. My relationship with the Lord. No, I haven't fallen off the band wagon or ran away from home to go find myself. But, as a keeper of my home, my days are filled with the many tasks that are set before me. I'll admit that days have gone by without me stopping to talk with the Lord. What I mean is, I can go without days going into my prayer closet. That secret place where I can just pour my love on the Lord.
When my husband makes a request for me to spend time with him, I'm quick to respond to his needs. What about the Lord? I must take the time to spend and go into that secret place. How can I do that with the kids and my husband wanting my full undivided attention? Let's not forget the house that needs to be tended to and meals that need to be prepared.
This morning I went to that secret place. Although physically I didn't go, but my heart was there. While making blueberry muffins and eggs this morning, my heart just became full. Full of love for my Heavenly Father who just wanted to talk to me even in the midst of making breakfast for my family. I stopped for just a quick minute and shared with the Lord out of a heart with gratitude. So much gratitude that words of expression couldn't flow from my lips. God knew that my words were few, but the tears were many. Expressions from a heart so in love with Him. Not only for what He has done, but for who He is.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
On June 29th, we started loading the big yellow Penske truck. We were so blessed to have people there to help us, especially the teenagers that had frequented our home on many occasions. It was bitter sweet for me. I love the people in Idaho and will never forget them. Some friendships that were made there will last a lifetime.
We love our new place. It's better than I could have possibly imagined. Don had talked to me about what we could afford before I started looking. In the back of my mind I was thinking, "It sure would be nice if he could add a little more $$$ to that figure." He expressed his desire to continue having me keeping our home and being here with the kids even though they are getting older. As always I trust my husband because I know he will always do what's best for us. I wanted to honor him and my Lord by coming under his submission.
God came through in a big way for me. We found this place by "accident" but we know it was God ordained. It's only 2 years old. In a gated community. On the very outskirts of town which is where we wanted to be. Granite counter tops with stainless steel appliances with tile flooring. The balcony is to die for with a view of beautiful evergreen trees. They painted accent walls with the colors of my choice. There's a pool and a gym. This place will be our home for the next year at least.
So we are getting settled. I can finally see the carpet on the floor. The boxes are quickly vanishing away. My kitchen is as cute a button with all my cow stuff and farm animals. I love walking by the curio cabinet and looking at my collection of porcelain dolls. I love this place and I'm content with the simple things in life.
Throughout this time I learned that by honoring my husband, God will honor me with the desires of my heart. I'm constantly redoing this lesson over and over again. Maybe it's because submission is not an easy thing to do. I have to deny my flesh sometimes and not tell the brother what I really think. So that means I have to watch my tongue and guard my heart. When I speak words, whether good or bad, they go into eternity and I can't take them back. I want the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart to be acceptable in His sight.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
I kept hearing whispers in the night.
Oh who can it be, who can it be?
But when I arose there was no one in sight.
My heart did not pound in fear,
But I knew there was a Presence near.
"What is it You want from me?" I asked.
Oh who can it be, who can it be?
For Your presence I can not see.
Then this loud voice I heard,
Without this Presence saying a word.
"Is that my name I hear you call?"
Oh who can it be, who can it be?
"Yes," You say, "because I want to hear it all."
"I don't know what to say,
But such a peace has come my way."
You tell me not to hurry
Oh, who can it be, who can it be?
And that time shouldn't be a worry.
"But, I don't want this time to end.....
Will You come here again?
~By: Sandra M. King
I was inspired to write this after an experience I had one night. How many times does the Lord want to have intimate time alone with us? Just as in a marriage relationship, at times intimacy takes place long after the day is done. One thing God really showed me is that intimacy is not rushed. So often intimacy can be rushed because we may feel uncomfortable. If we are not used to His presence or being intimate with our spouse, it can cause some feelings of discomfort. At times when we are given a choice to engage in intimacy, we shy away from it because we become vulnerable. We have to let our guard down and that means exposing things that are deep within us. So we hold back, from God and our spouses.
When day started to break and the sun was rising from the mountain top, I was faced with something else. I knew that at any moment the kids would wake up and I needed to embrace them as I do every morning. I asked the Lord if He would come here again. I didn't hear God say anything. I thought about it for a moment, and wondered.....I shouldn't ask Him if He would come here again. Of course He would, if I allowed Him to.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Then I started thinking about how God has never let us down. I needed to change the way I was looking at this move. Yes, it is a faith move, but God is positioning us for our destiny. Although we love it here in Lewiston. The people in Lewiston/Clarkston are phenomenal, but we feel as though we are suppose to move. Right now we are still in the midst of the transition, but in a later post I will go into more details.
The dots are starting to connect without us doing much of the work. Last night Don and I came up with this great plan for a business. We are ready for the open doors of ministry. I can't wait to share in the upcoming months all the things going on behind the scene.
I just had to tell my soul to be still. So what ever you're going through today, just tell your soul to be still.
*Turn off the music on the sidebar and be blessed.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Often times I hear women say that they get along better with guys because women are "messy" Yes, there are women out there who are "messy" I for one quoted this statement on numerous occasions all the while my heart ached for friendship with other women. It wasn't until I changed when I realized just how much fun friendships can be. I had to let my guard down and stop playing Magnum P.I. looking for clues to prove that "her and I just can't be friends because of....."
If you have been hurt because of past friendships with other women, take it to the cross. Forgive. Open up your heart. There's a woman out there who's looking for a friend like you. Will you be her friend?
Friends possess remarkable keys. They open the locked doors of our lives. They give us entrance to places we'd never dare go by ourselves. They fling wide the gates of lush, secret gardens. They take us to treasure rooms glistening with gifts we're sure we don't deserve.
Friends unlatch the windows of our souls. They grip the drapes we've drawn around ourselves and yank them back to let God's gleaming light stream in. They pull and tug until the windows pop open and fresh, new breezes fill our musty hearts.
When storms throw trees across our path, a friend will lend her strength to haul the logs away. Friends are not fazed by our roadblocks. They come equipped with chain saws. They help us chop our obstacles like firewood then strike a match to them. they make sparks fly up from the flames. They say, "Why not sit awhile and warm yourself by this nice fire?" When the smoke clears, friends pass out coat hangers and feast with us on roasted marshmallows until the last ember dies.
Friends have sight where we are blind. They are guides through the jungles of our past. They are fearless to face the dangers we know lurk beneath the brush. Friends hack and slash at the wild, clinging thoughts that bind us. With grace, they loose us from our blindfolds then tie them on branches, making trail for the future.
Friends create breakthroughs. The best ones are agents of God. Like him, they stand us in front of a mirror and introduce us to ourselves.
*From the book "Hugs For Friends" by: LeAnn Weiss & Caron Loveless
Monday, June 1, 2009
As I sat there this past Saturday watching Trae make history by becoming the first male in my family to graduate, Don whispered in my ear, "You're a great mother. You always encourage the kids. It's all because of you."
I thought the tears were already flowing, but after he said that I was looking for a bucket to catch them. I can't say that I did anything special or brought a number of "how-to" books. One thing I did and always do is speak life to my children. When I see their flaws, most times I often overlook them because we are all a work in progress. Plus I wouldn't want my kids to talk about my flaws because they would have lots to talk about.
There have been times that I've commented to another mom on something good that her child has done. Then she will proceed to tell me everything "bad" that Johnny did last week. Imagine the shame Johnny must feel when he's in hearing distance of mommy's conversation. Or when I tell mommy that Suzy looks so cute in that outfit. Mommy doesn't hesitate to say that Suzy went from a size 4T to a 6x because she can't get rid of the "baby fat."
As I look through my purse for a muzzle to put over mom's mouth I now understand why Johnny acts the way he does and Suzy's lack of confidence.
I always tell my kids that they will be history makers in this land. That they will change the world. That they are leaders and not followers. That they don't follow the trend, they set it. I tell them that I'm a mother to world changers.
I'll admit that at first it was a struggle for me to say those things. I had no idea what I was doing when I became a mother. I was so young. Yes I was a teenager. One thing I did know is that I wanted my kids to make a difference in this world. But in order for them to do that it had to start with me. I had to change my way of thinking. I first had to believe that it was possible for my kids to change the world. If I didn't believe it, how could I convince them.
One day while sitting in the rocking chair nursing Ben, I started saying to him all these great things that he was going to do when he grew up. I then looked at the other 3 kids running through the house. One by one I saw the potential in each one of them. As the tears rolled down my cheeks, I knew that I had tapped into something. I was always a positive mom, but I knew that I needed to convey to my children the potential that I saw.
My children are history makers and so are yours. Tell them that today.
*Turn the music off from the sidebar to listen to this song.
Friday, May 29, 2009
What so special about a graduation ceremony? This ceremony will have a significant impact on my extended family. Trae is the first male to graduate high school in my family. We are so thankful and honored that the Lord has chosen to use him to be a trailblazer and change the course in my family lineage.
Don and I have been really excited about this because he will be taking his next big step this Fall. Trae has decided to answer the call on his life and go into ministry. Trae is so talented. He could have chosen another profession and been very successful. As parents, we stand behind him and support him 100%. He will attend Portland Biblce College along with his sister Ruth.
Trae's Senior year has been a great year. He lead a ministry at the high school that he took over from Ruth called "Revolution" He taught his fellow brothers and sisters in Christ how to share their faith on the high school campus. Encourage & discipled new believers. He stood up like a strong tower for what he believed. He was popular for all the right reasons (Praise God). His class mates chose him to be Prom King and the staff chose him to receive the David Laird Award and be a Senior Representative based on his character and positive influence.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
by: Sandra King
Soft to the touch and beautiful to the eye
are a woman's hands
Working diligently from sunrise to sunset
are a woman's hands
Are my 2 hands and 10 fingers enough to take on the battles in life
and eventually win the war?
Soothing the cry of a baby and nursing a sick child
are a woman's hands
Redirecting and correcting in the right directions
are a woman's hands
Yes your hands and fingers are enough. Don't run from the battle
you can win this war.
Underestimated for their strength and longevity
are a woman's hands
They may grow tired, but they never quit
are a woman's hands
Psalm 144:1 - Blessed be the Lord my Rock, Who trains my hands for war,
And my fingers for battle-
Lonely as they walk down the neighborhood streets
are a woman's hands
Looking for a sister or friend to share life with
are a woman's hands
Ready to fight even if I have to go at it alone. To much is at stake
and I can't afford the price if the war is lost
Geared up to defend family, faith and friends
are a woman's hands
Ready, set, go.....as they stretch toward heaven
are a woman's hands
When God saw my palm and finger prints, He knew it was me.
For there is none in heaven or on earth like mine
At last they sway from side to side
are a woman's hands
Proclaiming victory and they worship the Lord God Almighty.
Monday, May 18, 2009
My husband was so honored when he was asked to officiate the ceremony. My husband has known Frank since the late 70s when they lived in Hermiston. They were Royal Ranger Commanders in Outpost 86. The wedding ceremony couldn't have gone any better.
Laura was one of the most beautiful brides I'd even seen. This was our first time meeting her. She was so warm and loving. She welcomed us with open arms. As a wife who has the tendency to notice how other wives are with their husbands, I noticed a similarity between Laura and I. We are both engulfed in our husbands and look at them with such awe.
We are so happy for Frank. We love him dearly and prayed for some time that he would find someone special. Not just anyone, but someone special. It fills our heart with joy knowing that he's found that special person.
As a family we took this opportunity to enjoy each other and relax on the farm.
Frank's sister sang this song for the ceremony.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
There I was gathered there among the multitude of people. I really wasn't sure which group I belong to. After all, I could see a little bit of myself in each group. I felt more comfortable being a part of the group of women who mourned and lamented Him.
Our mourning didn't last very long because He told us not to weep for Him, but to weep for ourselves and our children. Why would he say a thing like that? Puzzled by His response to our mourning, I continued to move along the crowd until I came to a rapid halt. Almost falling flat on my face due to the sudden stop, there before me were the ones whom I needed to forgive.
"So glad I didn't fall on my face in front of them. They would have gotten a good laugh." I whispered to myself.
There was no way of moving throughout the crowd now. It was like being packed in a can of sardines. The smell was horrid. It was the stench of bitterness eroding away at the hearts of the people.
As I looked in front of me, I could see a glimpse of Jesus there on the cross. I saw His mouth moving and I was trying to make out what He was saying. It was hard to hear him at first because the crowd was noisy. I had to focus on Him and Him alone because I knew the Words He was speaking were for me. At last I heard.
"Forgive them for they do not know what they do."
Surely I must have been mistaken. Could He have really been talking to me? Maybe it was just my imagination running away with me. I stood there for a minute thinking that in order to be like Him, I must do as He would do.
I turned and looked at the people I needed to forgive. Before I could think twice, I uttered the words, "I forgive you."
As I'm fully awake now and ponder the image that so engulfed my mind last night. I started to wonder if I had to forget what happened. All my life I heard the saying, "you can forgive, but you don't have to forget."
I then remembered that in order to be like Him, I must do as He did.
As Jesus was there on the cross forgiving the world of their sins. He wasn't keeping a mental record so that he wouldn't forget what was done to Him. He forgave and He forgot. I've come to the conclusion that the saying "you can forgive, but you don't have to forget" shouldn't be a part of my life.
How sad it is when people live their lives holding on to hurt because they choose to forgive, but not forget. Many marriages have fallen apart because a spouse chooses to forgive, but won't forget the violations that were made against them. Prodigal children won't return home again because the last time mom and dad "forgave" them, there former mistakes were presented at the family dinner table for all to see. Friendships that had a beautiful bow wrapped around it no longer exist because we can't seem to forget the hurt. The church deacon was embraced after a great error only to be reminded by the saints of his ways each time he came to church.
In order to be like Him and do what He said, I first had to get a definition of what it means to forgive. After that then I'm able to decide if I'm making the right chose by choosing to forgive and forget.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
I was a miracle baby. My mother had a tubal ligation after my sister was born. Five years later to her astonishment, she was told that she was pregnant with me. It was very difficult for her to accept the fact that she was yet expecting again. She already had 5 children of her own. Not to mention that she raised my father's children from previous relationships.
She never went into details as to what happened between her and my father during the pregnancy. One thing I know is that it was a struggle for them to accept another baby. Rejection set in at an early age for me. I will talk about that in a later post. There is one thing I do want to say though. If you have an "unexpecting pregnancy" please be careful how you respond and what you say. I firmly believe that no pregnancy is unexpecting. God who is the creator of life was not "surprise" by that precious baby in your womb. It was God's plan. One thing that is not God's plan, that is for rejection to take root in a person life.
I shared the Gospel with my mother when I was 16. She accepted Him.
I thought about my mother so much today. I also thought about the many people who will face Mother's Day tomorrow without a mother. There are many of us who cannot pick up the phone early in the morning to wish mom a Happy Mother's Day. Cards weren't mailed out this week. Flowers weren't sent. Reservations at mom's favorite restaurant weren't made.
My prayer for you on tomorrow is that God will embrace you with His love. That you would feel His peace all around you. I want you to know that it's okay to cry. I for one will cry tomorrow. I will cry because I miss my mother. I will also cry with a praise in my heart knowing that she's with her Father in heaven.
For those of you whose mother is still alive. Cherish her on tomorrow and everyday.
Monday, May 4, 2009
2 lbs. ground beef
2 1/2 cups crushed crackers (I use crushed bread crumbs)
1 small onion, chopped
3/4 cup ketchup
1/4 cup brown sugar
1 cup ketchup
2 Tbls. vinegar
3/4 tsp. salt
2 Tbls. mustard
1/2 cup brown sugar
2 slices of bacon (optional)
*Heat oven to 350 degrees
*In a medium bowl, mix together ground beef, crushed crackers, onion, eggs, 3/4 cup ketchup & 1/4 cup brown sugar until well blended.
*Shape into loaf. (I use a 9x13 baking dish & add bacon on top as an option)
*Bake for 1 hour.
*While the meatloaf is baking, mix together remaining 1 cup ketchup, vinegar, salt, mustard & 1/2 brown sugar. (I usually cup these ingredients in half.)
Saturday, May 2, 2009
I thought you were going to be born before May 2, 1991 because of all the complications during my pregnancy with you. During the last trimester of my pregnancy I started having severe abdominal pain. The doctors and specialist couldn't figure out at first what was wrong. I found myself at the hospital multiple times before they found out what was causing the pain. It was the incision from the c-section that I had the prior year. I had an amniocentesis which revealed that your lungs weren't developed. I choose not to have until your lungs were fully developed. The doctors advised me against that, but I didn't want to take a chance with your life. I knew in my heart that God had a plan and a purpose for you. So I decided to go on bed rest and it was the best decision I ever made. You were born so strong and healthy.
You were always so independent, but yet you knew when to call mommy. You may not remember that day you were sitting in the highchair, but I do. I was trying to feed you a peanut butter & jelly sandwich for lunch. You kept turning your head and wouldn't eat. I then turned to Ruthie and put her in the booster chair. When I looked around, you had picked up your sandwich and started feeding yourself. That was a milestone and a memory that I will cherish forever.
Now look at you. You're this wonderful God fearing young man whose passion is to preach the Gospel. You make us proud for taking a stand for what's right.
After years of homeschooling you, you decided you wanted to go and make an impact on your classmates. We were so confident that if anybody could do it, it's you. I love that fact that you decided not to be a closet Christian on campus. You've followed our advice to live the life and just love the people. I'm amazed at the testimonies you share with me about who you witness to and how they respond. God has given you such an open during your last year in high school. You've spread your wings so wide and soared beyond my wildest dreams. Mommy is crying as I write this. I never regret for one moment all the years I spent at home raising you guys. Yes we gave up a lot living on one income, but we've gained so much more. The time I spent with you was well worth it.
You graduate in less than a month, May 30th. You're such a testimony to our family that hasn't come to know Jesus as their Savior. You are the first male in my family to graduate high school. Your aunts, uncles, cousins, sisters and brothers are all rooting for you. As you know Dad and I are you're biggest cheerleaders. We say "you go TJ!"
Son I also want to encourage you and let you know that there's a girl out there praying for you. She's singing that song by Rebecca St. James. She's keeping herself for you, just as you're keeping yourself for her. She will come in God's timing.
BTW.....Congratulations again on becoming the 2009 Lewiston High School Prom King!
Friday, May 1, 2009
I will lift up my eyes to the hills-
From whence comes my help?
My help comes from the Lord,
Who made heaven and earth.
He will not allow your foot to be moved;
He who keeps you will not slumber.
Behold, He who keeps Israel
Shall neither slumber nor sleep.
The Lord is your keeper;
The Lord is your shade at your right hand.
The sun shall not strike you by day,
Nor the moon by night.
The Lord shall preserve you from all evil;
He shall preserve your soul.
The Lord shall preserve your going out and your coming in
From this time forth, and even forevermore.
We are so excited with the great things that God's doing in our lives and the lives of our children.
*Turn off the music on the sidebar and listen to this beautiful song.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Each night before I close my eyes to sleep, he reads to me the "Scripture for today was...." I lay there listening to the sound of his voice as the God of Word proceeds from his mouth. Then he proceeds to pray a blessing over me and that God will give me a good night's rest and sweet dreams. When I get up in the morning and go into the family room, I love to catch him on his knees before Our Father. I quietly tiptoe back into the bedroom as my heart rejoices over Don and the God we serve.
I know I'm not the only woman who has special thoughts about her husband. I read a poem this morning that blessed my heart.
by: Laurel Atherton
A husband is the one special man who brings every happiness and shares every sweetness with the woman who is fortunate enough to be his wife.
A husband is the one special soul who is the love of her life.
A husband is a desire to never be apart.
He is the answer to one of the most important questions anyone can ask;
he is whom you want to spend all your days with.....always.
No one else is quite like him.
No one else is capable of reaching you in the same way.
There is something wonderful about him that brightens the days and makes dreams come true.
He is the one man in the world you want to walk with along life's path.
Together, the two of you have warmth of every today, you still do.
And forever, he will be the one you want to be beside as you discover everything tomorrow has in store.
A husband is your one special man, and you wish he could really understand how wonderful he is. Because there is no one you could possibly love more.
*What special thoughts do you have about your husband. Think about it and write it down. If the thoughts that come to your mind aren't special, deny the flesh and write anyway. You'll be amazed at the flames that can rekindle when you press through.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Fond memories of you will flood my mind today. Today is a special day because it's your birthday. This birthday is the first birthday that we will not get to celebrate together because you're at Bible College. Oh how I miss you today and everyday, but you are answering the call of God on your life. For that I say Amen!
In late August of 1989, I cried with joy as I sat on the edge of the examining table. I couldn't believe what I just heard, "The pregnancy test come back positive." I was shocked. I knew something had change with my body, but the 3 home pregnancy test all came back negative. It wasn't until a blood test confirmed it. What was even more shocking is that fact that I was pregnant. I was told early in life that it would be hard for me to conceive.
It scared me the first time I felt you flutter. I was so young and had so many questions. I was told it was normal and as time goes on I would start to feel you kick. When you started kicking, I was in such awe that I would just lay across the bed and savor the moments.
A week before you were born I started having contraction. I remember standing in line at Big 8 talking to a friend I hadn't seen in a long time. She asked how far apart were my contractions. I answered so proudly, "12 minutes and it doesn't even hurt like they said it would." She informed me a had a long way to go. I didn't understand until 5 days later.
After laboring with you for over 44 hours I received the worst news. There was a shift change at 11:00 pm and a new nurse came in and called the doctor because something was deathly wrong. She asked why had I not pushed the call button for a nurse to come in. I told her that the last nurse had taken away the call button. The doctor came in and said, "We have to do an emergency c-section right now!" Then he started saying a few choice words to the nurses because I had been neglected. I wasn't sure about a lot of things that happened during labor. I was in and out of consciousness. You were born April 23, at 11:37 pm.
While in the hospital, you cried so much. I could not stop you from crying. A nurse came in and asked what was wrong. I told her I didn't think I was a good mother because I couldn't stop you from crying. She asked when did I last feed you. I told her I fed you breakfast at 6 this morning and it was too early for lunch because it was only 10:00. She informed me that nursing babies had to eat about every 2-3 hours. I didn't know. I thought you would eat 3 meals a day like me. Glad I didn't nurse you just 3 times a day......I can laugh about it now, but not then.
When you came home from the hospital I couldn't put you down. My family said that I would "spoil" you by holding you all the time. I couldn't comprehend that because what I was doing seemed so natural. Today when I reflect back, I'm so glad I held you all the time. I don't regret carrying you while I did chores around the house. I became a pro at doing dishes and scrubbing the sink with 1 hand.
I remember your first day of school. It was such a big ordeal. The whole family went. I'm still not sure who cried more me or Dad. I do remember that I always wanted you to look your best when you went to school. Everything had to match.
Then one day you grew up and decided to start doing your own hair and picking out your own clothes. It was so hard for me to let go. You were growing up so fast. I was afraid that you wouldn't need me anymore. Boy that was far from the truth.
Most parents hate the teen years. Not me. During this stage of your life, I enjoyed the time we had as a homeschool family. Some people didn't understand why we would homeschool teenagers. We understood and that's what mattered. Homeschooling was so much fun. I will always remember how would dance all afternoon and call it PE.
When you did go back to public school, you made us proud. We sat back with confidence knowing that you were strong in the Word and you knew who you were in Jesus. We raised you to be confident and compassionate. You graduated with honors and told so many of your friends about Jesus. You lead so many to the Lord and now you want to fulfill the Great commission. We bless you Sweetie to go into the world and take the saving message of the Gospel of Jesus Christ into all the nations and make disciples.
Ruth is currently attending Portland Bible College majoring in Worship Music.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
I was on bed rest for the last trimester of the my pregnancy with Benjamin. I wanted to go somewhere so bad that I talked a 16 year old young lady from church to take me to KMart. She was so scared. She said, "Sister King I'm going to get in trouble if I do." I promised her that no one will ever know and that it would be our secret.
I got up and put on this cute maternity outfit that I hadn't gotten a chance to wear. I had to wear my house slippers because my feet were swollen. Actually I hadn't feel my feet for some time now, but she told me that they were big. I was smiling the whole time. Everything looked so pretty outside.
We were back by the time Don and the other kids got home from church. He realized something had changed about me. I was way too happy. After the young lady left I confessed. I was knotty and when I went to the doctor on Tuesday they chewed me out. (I was glad when that appointment was over.)
When Benjamin was born, Don and I both couldn't stop crying. The nurses almost had to pry Ben out of Don's hand to continue with their testing. Don kept his face glued to the nursery window. Still crying. He said the nurses kept staring at him. Don must have cried for at least another hour. He had so much joy that he couldn't express it through words.
Ben has blessed our lives in so many ways. He's our athlete. He plays football, basketball, wrestle and runs track. It never fails that whenever we see him on the field or the mat, we get weepy. We weep because of what God has done in his life and how far God has brought him. If you would have asked us 10 years ago if Ben would ever play sports, we would have said no way. God has healed Ben. God has also healed our daughter Ruth whose birthday is tomorrow. One day I will write about their healings.
Happy Birthday Buddy!
Benjamin is a Hebrew name which means "Son of the right hand."
Ben & I having fun :)