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Where Does Your Empowerment Lie

Women have, since the beginning of my knowledge, been fighting among each other and men. Between being equal with men and being working moms or not. I could write several books on the ups and downs of women’s rights and the feminist movement. Oh wait, those have already been done. And yet we don’t really see any coming together of women as a whole.

Women claim to want empowerment, meaning: to give power or authority to; authorize, especially by legal or official means. It is unfortunate that women only think about how to get power or above others instead of how to work together for the greater good of God and His people. No matter what sex or race they may be. I tell my children that women are capable of doing everything that a man can do, and sometimes even better, however that doesn’t mean that we (women) have to or should. I have also told my children that there will always be somebody who will be able to do something better than they can. And there are several reasons for this, like desire, drive, education, support etc.

I have known women to turn on others simply because they felt that they didn’t have any power and that the other woman does. It doesn’t matter. Titus 3: 1-3 Remind them to be subject to rulers and authorities, to obey, to be ready for every good work, to speak evil of no one, to be peaceable, gentle, all humility to all men. For we ourselves were also once foolish, disobedient, deceived, serving various lusts and pleasures, living in malice and envy, hateful and hating one another. When there is a job to do women are capable of doing it. But instead of admiring the women doing said job, they attack.

God has already empowered women. Women have thrown away the gifts of life, nurturing and love and all for their hunger of power. These women feel the lack of control in their life. Instead of embracing the changes going on around them, they go into the fight or flight mode. Fighting, by putting down everyone around them, because they disagree with them. Flying by claiming to be victims of whatever the problem was. Because of these actions, women are on their own making life even harder on themselves and others.

Placing your energy on your God-given gifts into others instead of yourself will make you one of the most powerful, intelligent, influential persons within your circle of people. Matthew 5: 13 You are the salt of the earth; but if the salt loses its flavor, how shall it be seasoned? It is then good for nothing but to be thrown out and trampled underfoot by men. Our lives are not to be lived out by what we think but by what God has told us. During which time, He never said it would be easy or that we would like it. Only that it brings Glory to Him.

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We Just Need To Practice

Hey there everyone,

I hope that everyone had a safe and happy Christmas and New Year.  I most certainly did.  My oldest came home from college for Christmas, my daughter turned 17 (She is making me and the hubby old very fast.)  She also got a job right before her birthday (Which is one week before Christmas).  We all celebrated my three holidays together at home with no big hoop la.  Which was just fine with all of us.

At the beginning of each year you might be finding yourself looking back.  People like to see what if anything they got accomplished and what they didn’t.  They make new goals for the upcoming months.  They try to adopt new, better habits.  One thing I have found is that they don’t set these out on a day-to-day basis.  No they spread them out over an entire year.  Yes, I realize that there are some that may take that long.  But ask yourself when you wake up in the morning, what is the first thing that comes to your mind? Is it the tasks that need to be done? Or perhaps a soreness/pain you may have for sleeping different then you needed.  I could list a whole number of things that ; not only have I said to myself, but have heard others as well.  We are to begin each day a new. With the joy of the Lord.   Not with bitterness or need.  In order to do this all it takes is …… practice.  Practice means that you are trying each and every day with all you mind, body, and soul.  Practice means you won’t get it perfected or even do it some days.  It means you are trying.  That you are actually doing it with a good heart.  Practice mean you have taken you out of it and are doing it for the Lord.

I don’t understand why people are putting so much disgust on themselves at the beginning of each year.  They haven’t lost enough weight, gotten any healthier, saved enough money, given enough money and so on. So what?!? Do the best you can with what you have daily and let God handle the rest.  Before you know it; it will be a new healthier, happier, habit and a wonderful start to your day.  Now for those who might be keeping score, I know that I didn’t write a whole lot last year, but within that time that I did these are the words I used most.

 

Angels, Bible, Child, Children, Christ, Christian, Church, Churches, Control, Faith, Family, Glory, God, Good, Gospel, Grace, Hear, Hearts, Jesus, Kids, Learn, Lessons, Life, Listen, Lord, Love, Luke, Man, Marriage, Matthew, Mercy, Mistakes, MS, Music, ORU, Parents, Pastor, People, Religion, Speak, Spirit, Trouble, Women, Word, Work.

 

I like to leave you with a song that I heard on a CD that my sister had a long time ago.  The song might be an old one but it still holds.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wslEJVlnjRI

The Attack is ON

Ok, so lately (like the last 15 years or so), we have been under attack.  We Americans, We Christians, We married, We stay at home moms.  Now I’m not a person who likes to go looking for a fight, but enough is enough.  Recently, we (Americans) were under attack in Boston.  The hubby and I just happened to have the t.v. on the Fox channel and watched in shock and not so shocked amazement.  We are shocked over the fact that people still have so little care over killing people that they don’t even know.  Killing people of all ages, nationalities, and beliefs.  People, who have put everything aside, who have been training for who knows how long,  to compete in a physical race that most of us wouldn’t even know how to begin except for placing our feet on the starting line.  And after the first line of bloodshed and mayhem, we then pray.  We pray for everyone.  All of those who were running, all who were waiting on the side for their loved ones, all those who were volunteering  all those who went running towards the destruction instead of running away, all those who couldn’t contact each other, all of the doctors and nurses who would have to deal with the trauma coming  through the hospital doors.

We were not so shocked that there are still terrorists running around in our country.  We were not so shocked that the government messed up (again) in allowing them to be here.  We were not so shocked that they were able to get the supplies that they needed to pull of this mass destruction.  And sadly we were not so shocked to see that they, (the ones who pulled it off)  were so young.

When I am asked to pray for someone, I do it with my full heart and soul.  Because I believe in the power of prayer.  But if I express my belief in the Bible or of Jesus, I get criticized for doing it.  I get labeled a hater. All over twitter and Facebook people were sending out words of encouragement and prayers.  I did not see one person telling another to stop.  I did however see a lot of people asking for more and more prayer though.  Funny, how when they don’t see what else can be done by them, they turn to the Christian and ask them to pray.  Without a moment of hesitation or guilt for the words they had just used to try to cut you down with.

If you are married to the opposite sex, lookout!  You are going to (if you haven’t already) get hit with mean and ugly looks from those who are trying to get away with marrying the same-sex.  I’ll be quite honest with you, when I was a teen, I rarely saw or heard about homosexuals.  When I did, I thought that it was a “phase or trendy” thing that would go away with some time (or when common sense kicked in).  But now, I supposed to believe that my marriage is in the minority of what people think is acceptable!  I think that these are the people who need the most prayer.  I do believe that they are lost in what is the difference between right and wrong.

And now I’ve got this Melissa Harris-Perry lady telling the world that their children, my children don’t “belong” to me.  That they belong to the community! What a load of bull!!!  After I raise them they become a part of the community that they choose to live in.  In the manner that they choose to live. Not the community telling me how to raise my child that God gave to me.  I don’t go at this alone.  I have God, my husband, my friends and family on both sides, and Church.  And I would love to see if (which I am really thinking that this is the case) she is trying to get God and the Church out of my children’s lives.  And then at the end of her little video she has “lead forward”, which is an attempt to show that she supports Obama. Here is the link to the video if you would like to see it.   http://www.nbcnews.com/id/51498490/t/caring-children-share-your-story/#.UXi7OaJJ7DM      As if that is in her favor.  Not where I am concerned it isn’t.

So now I sit here typing as all of my rights are being taken away from me and I’m not supposed to do anything about it.  I am no longer allowed to be me, myself in a land that I was born in, which is supposed to be free.  Which is supposed to have given me rights and has had those rights upheld for hundred of years from men, and now women, who have died for you and me.  Yes, my friend, the attack in on.  I’ll just leave you with these few scriptures to think about before you leave.  John 7:7  The world cannot hate you; but me it hateth, because I testify of it, that the works thereof are evil.    2 Peter 2:12-15    But these, as natural brute beasts, made to be taken and destroyed, speak evil of the things that they understand not; and shall utterly perish in their own corruption; And shall receive the reward of unrighteousness, as they that count it pleasure to riot in the day time.  Spots they are and blemishes, sporting themselves with their own deceivings while they feast with you; Having eyes full of adultery, and that cannot cease from sin; beguiling unstable souls: an heart they have exercised with covetous practices; cursed children: Which have forsaken the right way , and are gone astray, following the way of Balaam the son of Bo-sor, who loved the wages of unrighteousness;

The Last Few Months

Hey there gang of readers.

My mind has been filled with new and different arrays of thought.  Deep I know, but none the less true.  The house as been turned around and I have been trying to adapt to the change.  Probably not as well or as fast as some around here would like.  Joe went to Doc. L about 2  1/2 months ago and the Doc decided to put him on some new medication for his tremors with the possible Parkinson and not the MS.  He also placed him off work until we can see how his body adapts to the new meds.  Last month we went back for a check up.  There was no change that any of us could see.  So Dr. L decided to double the dose.  We will be heading back there soon.  I still see no change at all in the tremors.  What I have been able to see is all the aches and pains, the fatigue and over all not feeling well that Joe has been going through.  To think of all the time that he had been on the road going through all of this by himself makes me so sad.  For him to not having the opportunity to just go lay down until things pass.  For him having the stress of having to push himself to get the job done.  Well, I could go on and on, but I won’t.  I will say that I have seen a great uplifting of the kid’s spirits since Joe has been home.  They love their daddio so.  We will be getting ready for the end of the school year and the homecoming of Joey from ORU.  He didn’t get to come home for spring break and I miss him so much!  I have caught myself many times over the past year getting ready to call out his name only to remember that he isn’t here.  I will also be watching 3 out of the 7 kids that my sister has, at the end of May so that they can move.  While the others are big enough to help the 4 yr.old and the twin 2 yr.olds will only get in the way.  So I am the blessed one who gets to spoil them while the new house gets ready.  I can’t wait!  I love her kids so much.  I feel so proud to get to call myself their Aunt.  They are all such a joy and delight. So for now I keep to my Bible study and learning how to run the house with Joe home.   I will keep my eyes on the look out for what lies ahead.  And with a little guidance I just might get to see it before it comes and smacks me in the face. Life changes all the time all around you.  Life needs to get smacked a few times before it tries to smack me.

Woman…What Have You Given Today

Have you praised the Lord today?  Did you say an encouraging word to your husband by the nights end?  Have you set the priorities of your life on the other people in your life rather than yourself?  Jesus said, God first then others, Mark 12:28-31

Women tend to feel as if they sacrifice a great deal each and every day.  And I would not ever say that women don’t.  But women also tend to complain about each and every sacrifice.  Not realizing that when they do, they have just lost their blessing that God wanted to give them.  They also do not realize that eventually that complaint will get back to the person that you have complained about.  Whether it comes by your attitude, or a loose tongue by anger or another person. When we (both men and women) keep God first in everything that we say or do, it will never feel like you’re being taken advantage of or as if you are the only one making sacrifices.  We see this when we look at the life of Jesus.  He always placed God first and then made the ultimate sacrifice.  No one can make more of a sacrifice than he did.  So you making sure that you got all the laundry done by staying up all night so that your kids have the right clothes to wear for the next day is nothing in the big scheme of things.  Going to the store to pick up milk so that the kids have it for their morning breakfast after you have already put in a hard day should be a joy not a chore.  

Ok, so my hubby might be a little embarrassed by this but I shave his socks.  He tends to get these fabric pellets on his socks from the way he walks making the socks rub against his shoes.  Now he could really care less if they are there, but I care how he looks and I don’t want him to get a sore on his foot because of them.  So I shave them.  This is just one of the little things I do to let him know that not only do I love him, but that I am willing to help in taking care of him.  As a wife and mom, I might not be able to get to everything that I think needs to get done during the day.  However, most of the stuff that I do my family feels is extra stuff anyway.  I try my best to keep in mind that I am making my house that God has given to us to live in, is truly His house and not ours.  As I have written before, my family loves music.  Usually you will find us listening as we clean, do homework, or writing posts.  If you try, you just might find that when you worship God as you do anything, it never feels trying, or stressful, or even dreadful.  I have been trying for at least 18 years to teach my kids that no matter what you do, if you do your best that is all that anyone could ask for.  That if you don’t know how to do something then find someone or something that can tell or show you how.  I’m going to tell you to do the same.  If you go through and try to make more of an effort in being a helpmate or mom and you feel as though you don’t know how.  Then pick up your Bible.  For God is the one who will tell and show you how.

Dream A Little Dream

How many dreams have you already had in your lifetime?  Martin Luther King day is coming up.  He had a wonderful dream.  A dream that I don’t feel has come to pass yet.  Although I do believe it started, I don’t think that the Christian community has truly rallied around it.  How about we take a look at his famous speech and see for ourselves.  I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we have come to our nation’s capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked “insufficient funds.” But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check — a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God’s children. It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro’s legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. They have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.

As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, “When will you be satisfied?” We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro’s basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating “For Whites Only”. We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.

I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal.”

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sing with a new meaning, “My country, ’tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim’s pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring.”

And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!

But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, “Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!”

Children dream a lot.  And as they grow, hopefully, we have encouraged at least one of their dreams.  My oldest son has a great talent in the field of art.  He can draw freehand better than most people can with rulers, erasers, and computers.  We set him up with everything we could to encourage that talent and dream that he had to become an artist.  As time went on his dream changed into writing.  To which, we had also encouraged.  Now his dream has changed again.  He is now wanting to be a pastor.  This dream was handed to him from the hand of God.  During two different church services, he was told that he would be God’s voice.  Which confirmed what God had already laid on his heart.  We are trying our best to encourage his new path toward his dream.  Dreams have life in them.  But, without support they will never come to pass.  We should all be so blessed to have someone who will encourage us to follow our dreams.  If we all allow God to be our encourager, our dreams will be no longer.  They will be reality! God speaks to us through dreams since the begin.  One can look throughout the Bible and find numerous times when God spoke to someone through a dream.  He has never stopped.  What a wonder this world could be if we would support each other’s dream, rather than trying to destroy them.  Mr. King was killed because he spoke his dream out loud and it encouraged others who had the same dream.  His death destroyed the fulfillment of his dream.  Dreams are meant to grow inside of us.  Dreams give us hope.  Dreams help our faith.  Dreams help us love.  Spend some time dreaming this weekend. 

Is It Any Of Your Business?

My oldest sent me a video of a comic who was talking about how Christians aren’t suppose to curse.  I found the video somewhat funny, but I also got the thoughts out of it as to how fingers are pointed at Christians if and when we mess up.  In the heat of a moment, whether it be a physical pain, or an emotional one, when you’re hit right out of the blue, we “Christians” have cursed.  I get after my kids all the time for this.  My kids don’t use the ordinary curse words.  As a matter of fact, my daughter used to say “tartar sauce” when she was younger, for something that she didn’t like.  She knew that cursing was wrong so she “used her words”.  At the time, we allowed her to do so.  We had the mind-set that she had found a way around cursing and the way she would say it, was kind of cute.  However today, we understand that what stands behind any word that is spoken is where the power of any cursing is at.  So that now when we hear that which is behind the words that are against the good of God, we will tell them to stop cursing.  Then we have to explain to them, well at least the younger ones, that they are cursing.

Then later in the week I was speaking to one of my neighbors and he was explaining to me how another neighbor told him that because he is a “Christian” that he couldn’t get mad at him for anything he may have done to him.  Seriously!!!  Christians are not allowed to get mad?!?  Give me a break.  We are all human.  And as such we all have the same emotions.  I will say that as a Christian, I do try to keep control of my emotions.  I do so so that they don’t control me.  However, there are times when everyone get mad, sad, upset, depressed, happy, joyful, and overwhelmed.

When I was young, my mom use to tell me all the time, (and now I tell my own kids) to mind my business and not the business of others.  My kids have a (bad) habit of helping when it isn’t asked for.  They see something that needs done and then they take over and do it.  The person who was to do it in the first place then gets upset and complains.  I have to remind them that one should not help unless they are asked to help.  My kids have come home from school and given me detailed info on a friend or a classmate that is not what we would call “good news”.  And their opinion about the situation then follows.  I listen because I don’t want them to think that I don’t care about them (the child talking).  But then, I have to ask them, what business is it of yours?  Usually the answer is none.  As Christians we are to tell of the gospel and lead people to Christ.  That is our business.  But to criticize others for the business of their own is not ours to do.  We are to stay away from the worldly ways.  And that is of the world.

I have found, as a general rule, that people like to think that they know better than another.  People have opinions about everything and a lot of them think that they have the “right” to express them to the ones that they feel are doing things wrong.  If we Christians, would only look on the business of God, then we would be keeping in our own business.  Stop looking into the business of the world.  Live your life in your business.  Express the love of God.  So that the world will then come and ask you for the help that they need.

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