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Friday, April 11, 2014
Creative Reuse
I had a friend bring by a bag of craft supplies she wasn't going to use anymore. She wanted to see if the was anything I could use. There wasn't much that I could use but there were some really fabulous large silk flowers. Except, I make small things, hmmnnn, the wheels in my brain started turning. I figured out I could use the flower petals to cut smaller flowers out of and wa la!!!
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Monday, April 7, 2014
The Champion Your Child Needs You to Be
An open letter to parents of special needs children:
Dear Mom & Dad,
You are amazing! You may not realize it yet but you
are. Life probably hasn’t worked out the
way you expected it to but you can pick up the pieces and make something
wonderful out of them. Summon every bit of courage you have and keep moving
forward remembering that courage is not the absence of fear but action in the
face of it.
Look for help and support in your community, it is probably
there, not always easy to find but if you search for it, it will be found.
NEVER EVER be afraid to ask for help.
Sure, the answer you get may sometimes be no, but do not let that deter
you. Keep asking, keep looking, keeping
dreaming of the best life your child could possibly have and let that be a driving
force. Your child needs you to be their
champion. You may not be the expert on
their diagnosis but you ARE the expert on your child, you know them better than
anyone else does. So do not be
intimidated by service providers, their’ experience, their’ fancy degrees. These people are usually fabulous resources
and can be great advocates for you and your family, but if something isn’t
working, say so. If you need direction,
answers, support, do not hesitate to ask for it. Use what is helpful and ignore
what is not.
The way you see your child’s special needs and react to
them, will set the example for how others respond to your child. The teachers
your child comes in contact with probably are not experts on your child’s
diagnosis either, and that’s okay.
Educate them about what your child’s special needs are, how they affect
your child. Let your child’s teacher know your child’s strengths and
weaknesses. If you have strategies that help with their weaknesses, share
those. You may have had to set aside the
expectations you had for your child when you discovered their special needs,
but that doesn’t mean you can’t have hope. Inform the people who work with your
child what your hopes and dreams and goals are for them. Inspire them to believe in your child as you
do.
Your job raising a child with special needs is probably one
of the most difficult things you will ever do.
But it can also be one of the most gratifying. Remember to take time for yourself, yes I
know this can be difficult to arrange but do whatever you can to make it
happen. It is not a luxury that you can’t afford; it is a necessity that you
can’t afford to do without. You
effectiveness in your child’s life is largely dependent on your emotional well
being which requires rest and breaks and time away occasionally. Do your best to build a support group around
you that can help you with the needs of your entire family. Make time for your spouse and if you have typical children as well, do everything
you can to spend one on one time with them, and teach them to love and care for
their sibling. If you are so wrapped up
in the needs of your special needs child that your spouse and other children feel their
needs are ignored or overlooked, they could feel resentful toward that child. Help them to want to be a champion for their sibling as well.
Know that God sees you and loves you beyond all measure. God didn't give you a special needs child as some form of punishment. In fact, the opposite is true, God has entrusted you with a very precious child and He is there for you to lean on. Trust Him, let Him be your peace and your guide and your strength. Allow Him to show you great & mighty things in the journey of special needs parenting and remember that His idea of great & mighty things are often quite different than ours.
I know, it is all so overwhelming and seems difficult to
balance and manage everything. But you can do this. Believe in yourself, rise to the challenge,
don’t give up, don’t feel guilty for needing help, ask for it! Do not be
intimidated by people who do not know your child as well as you do, make your voice heard. Hope
for the best, dream big dreams for your child.
You CAN become the champion your child needs you to be!
Sincerely,
A parent who has been there.
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Monday, March 31, 2014
Object Lessons
Object Lessons
Have you ever noticed times in your life when God teaches
you something. It starts with a Bible
verse and upon meditating on it you have this nugget of wisdom that you can use
and share. I happen to be a slow learner
at times, so God will often follow that up with an object lesson for me.
I had one of those ah ha moments just this week. God
impressed upon me that it is a good trade when we bring our frustrations to Him
in exchange for His peace. So I shared
it with others. And then came the object
lesson. I had been working very hard on
a new batch of my mosaic clay crosses for an upcoming craft show. They are a little labor and time intensive so
I was only able to get about fifteen of them completed. And I had favorites, a beautiful purple and
lavender one and a gorgeous green. The
story behind these crosses is that when we bring God all of the pieces of our
life, the pretty ones and the broken ones, He makes something beautiful out of
them. I stored them on the table in my
home studio and late in the evening, just before bedtime, my cat became overly
curious exploring the table and knocked five of them off the table, including
my two favorites, and three of them were destroyed. As you probably have
suspected, my two favorites were in those destroyed and boy was I ever frustrated.
“All that hard work, all that lost
income, all that waste” were the thoughts that began to run through my head.
The irony of broken crosses designed to show how God transforms brokenness into
beauty stung me just a bit.
And then God so graciously reminded me of that very thing
He’d impressed upon me earlier that same day, “Bring me your frustrations,
exchange them for my peace.” I don’t know about you, but sometimes the concepts
are so much easier to grasp for me than the practical applications are. So God gives me a chance to practice what He
has taught me. His peace can accomplish
so much more in our lives than a temporary frustrations ever could. By trading those in for His peace, we are
trading sorrow and anger for joy and hope. I would much rather walk out my days
in the latter.
My prayer for you this week is that you will see
opportunities to exchange your frustrations for God’s peace, that you will hear
the lessons He has for you to learn, and when given the opportunity to put
those into practice, you will be able to do so easily.
Many Blessings,
Cherry Fargo
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Wednesday, March 26, 2014
Autism Journeys
Hello,
April is Autism Awareness month. I know we're only in March still but it is a busy month for me and I wanted to be sure I recognized the cause. This is in honor of my son and in memory of a friend's son, Dakota Martin, who passed away several years ago. Below is something I wrote when I was invited to be a guest speaker for Friendship Group in Bedford, TX coordinated by my good friend Ellen Dibbler and recently updated. It is a tale about some of my journeys with autism and learning about ministry as you go. Some of my greatest blessings have come from ministering out of my own needs. I know it is a bit long but I hope you are touched by it in some way or another. Thanks for taking a look.
When Ellen asked me to come, she asked me to share my testimony. As I thought about it, I realized that I don't have "A" testimony, but rather a life of testimonies because God has done so much for me in so many different aspects of my life. So then I had to ask myself, which testimony or testimonies did God want me share. I believe that he would have me share with you tonight one of the seasons of my ministry, and while it is my story it is also largely the story of two boys who God used to pull me into special needs ministry.
I never imagined how much work it would take to care for four children. They keep me going all the time. And, God definitely has a sense a sense of humor when he gives you children in which you can clearly see all of your own flaws. It challenges me each day to strive to continue growing myself and learning "What would Jesus DO?" if he had kids. I've been a stay at home mother for the majority of the time that I have been a parent and I have my own little business that I am able to do from home and include the kids in. I was also very active in the ministries of our church in Cleburne before moving away. God has had me in a season of learning and growing and waiting since then but I look forward to when He opened the doors for me to be involved in organized ministry again.
The ministry part was prefaced by receiving an autism spectrum disorder diagnosis for our son Zachary when he was just 2 and a half. I immediately began to devour any reading material I could on the subject and attended a few support group meetings inFort worth. That was challenging since they were usually on a weeknight. My husband worked second shift at the time and it was almost an hour drive for me.
The fact that it wreaked havoc on the kids schedule with the nearly hour drive in each direction was another deterrent that was hard for me to get past. So when that support group asked for people to volunteer to be host homes in the more rural communities, I quickly stepped up to the plate and volunteered. At the first meeting we had a couple of service providers and one other parent show up.
Well, Debbie was actually raising her grandson who had a diagnosis of moderate to severe autism.
Debbie was a great source of knowledge and direction for me. But also a great source of inspiration. See, Dakota was 6 at the time I met his grandmother Debbie. He was nonverbal, slept very little, was an accomplished escape artist with absolutely no understanding of danger and an insatiable need for deep impact type activities. I admired Debbie for her strength and courage for this task she had taken on. Her challenges far outweighed mine and I knew how tired I was. And God began to birth in me the idea for a Spa Day, where women who were care givers of someone with a disability or women who had a disability themselves could come and be refreshed through pampering and encouragement. My pastor did everything he could to support this project and over the course of 5 years and through 2 more pregnancies of my own, we ministered to well over 200 women, starting with 11 women the first year and ending with just over 100 women to last year.
Debbie often worked as a volunteer during the planning process raising support from the community to make this happen and to be able to provide this service to the women who so needed it for no cost to them.
Early on, I also learned that because of Dakota's special needs, the family did not attend church. The church they had attended, didn't know what to do for Dakota. So off I went to pastor, and again he gave his approval and support and we found some volunteers, including Shannon and myself, and made a place for Dakota so Debbie and her husband Jerry, and Dakota's younger brother, could attend church. The family was so touched by this that they nominated the church for a Caring Church Award which we received.
I mentioned that Dakota was an escape artist, well on the Sunday morning that we were having a Disability Awareness Sunday, someone from Joni & Friends came to make the presentation of The Caring Church Award, and just after that as the pastor was preparing to give his sermon, up the isle comes Dakota. He managed to get away from his teacher that day. He jumps right up on stage with pastor as if he belonged there. Without missing a beat, Pastor introduced him and said that this was why we did this type of outreach ministry.
My husband and I sat with Dakota on Sunday mornings for a couple of years until Jerry took a new job, out of necessity, at which he was required to work on Sundays. Debbie and I still talked every couple of months. After some time had passed, I got a call from Debbie. Dakota was in the hospital on life support and not doing well, would I add him to the prayer list? I of course did, found a sitter for the baby and made my way to the hospital as quickly as I could. Over the next 2 days, I spent as much time there as I could, praying with the family, holding hands, talking about our times with Dakota. Debbie shared with me about Dakota's new school teacher who was wonderful. Dakota at the age of 11 was finally beginning to purposefully seek attention and communicate, both verbally and nonverbally, with his family members. This was a great accomplishment.
On the second day of Dakota's stay at the hospital, he was determined to be brain dead. Just 2 weeks after his 11th birthday, God called him home. I was blessed to be able to encourage Debbie and Jerry in the fact that Dakota was now in the presence of Jesus, singing the tune that he so loved to hum while he was here on earth, Jesus Loves Me, and running to his hearts content without anyone trying to stop him for fear he might hurt himself.
There's so much more I wish I could share in detail with you about the days that followed. But let me just say that I was honored and privileged to serve Dakota's family in his passing just as I'd served in his lifetime. The months to come even brought great restoration to the entire family and the rededication of Debbie's daughter, Amy, who was Dakota's mother. Amy then went on to get her life cleaned up through an intense discipleship program and last I heard was sharing the gospel with other women like herself.
I had often said over the years, that if even just one person was touched by God through all of the special needs ministries, it was well worth it. So with Dakota's passing and several years of ministry behind me, I found myself with 2 more of my own children than when I had started. The support group had fallen by the wayside. There weren't any plans for another Spa Day and there were no other special needs children at our church, besides my own son. I was exhausted and I discovered myself to be strangely out of balance. I had made the mistake of wrapping my identity up in the ministry that God had called me to instead of the God that had called me to ministry and my own family had suffered some along the way. I began to realize that Dakota was a season of ministry for me. I learned so much and was so blessed, never the less, that time was past.
The last several years have been a difficult for me. I'm learning to put everything back into balance, and while I believe that I am still called to ministry, I believe that ministry will take on a different form for a time, perhaps through speaking, I'm not sure. But I do know that God is faithful and true and that as I allow myself to be defined in His presence, that He will lead me. He will be my strength and my source.
In closing, let me just share a little about the other boy, who was really the beginning of my ministry with those with special needs. Dakota was the other, but my own son was the first. I mentioned that he got his diagnosis early on. His diagnosis is now Asperger's and I am amazed at God's hand in his life. When he was very little, before his original diagnosis, as I prayed over his bed one night, I felt like God was speaking to me, that He would do great things through Zachary's life. I immediately began to envision him being some great leader, pastor or Godly politician, or a leader in the military. When the diagnosis came and I began to understand that autism affected language and social skills, I thought how can he do great things for God if he can't talk to people or interact with them in a way they understand.
Wow, our minds are so finite. Over the years God has shown me he can do exceedingly and abundantly more than I can ask or imagine. But sometimes that means we have to lay down all of our expectations and embrace what is right there in front of us. Sometimes we have to be like Abraham and lay our promise on the altar and trust God to do what we can not imagine that he can.
Zachary started out this journey of autism having lost a vocabulary of 40 words by 18 months old, moving on to occupational, sensory and speech therapies, starting school in the special education classroom at 3with no verbal skills and lots of meltdowns. By kindergarten he was in a regular education class, a few years later he had a speaking part in our church's Christmas play and participated in playing basketball on an Upward league. He got out there every week and did his best. At the beginning, I thought what have I done? He was afraid of the ball, the other kids were all way better than he was. It was obvious that with all the busyness going on around him, that it was difficult for him to focus. But he never complained, he never quit and he was excited about doing it for a few additional seasons too.
As a parent it's hard to give up those what if's, what if he doesn't do well, what if the other kids make fun of him, what if he gets hurt physically or emotionally but can I tell you that when you see your child experiencing a measure of success in something you at one time thought they would never be able to do, you are blessed beyond measure.
In his middle school years he began playing trumpet in the band. In high school he became part of the marching band. He is well liked by his peers and his teachers. He attends UIL competitions and does well in them. God has truly done great and mighty things in his life already and when he graduates in 2015, I think I will need to take a case of tissue with me. I can not even begin to tell you how overwhelmed I am by how far he has come in life. God has truly been faithful to my son. Zachary, by the way, means "whom God remembers".
Let me leave you with these two thoughts:
First, Ec: 9:10 says "Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might". Let me encourage you, to embrace ministry, whether it is to your own family or someone else's. Don't miss the season that God calls you too because it will pass soon enough. If you miss it, you miss the blessings and the lessons that go along with it. And in doing this, remember to allow yourself time to be defined in God's presence, by God himself. If you allow your identity to be wrapped up in what you are doing for Him, you will find yourself quite lost when that season has passed.
Second: Jeremiah 29:11 "For I know the plans I have for you declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Lay down your expectations and allow God to do in your life, in your child's life, exceedingly and abundantly more than you can ask or imagine. Don't miss a blessing because it's wrapped in Christmas paper when you're expecting birthday paper."
If you've stuck with this post to the end, I appreciate you taking the time to read this blog.
April is Autism Awareness month. I know we're only in March still but it is a busy month for me and I wanted to be sure I recognized the cause. This is in honor of my son and in memory of a friend's son, Dakota Martin, who passed away several years ago. Below is something I wrote when I was invited to be a guest speaker for Friendship Group in Bedford, TX coordinated by my good friend Ellen Dibbler and recently updated. It is a tale about some of my journeys with autism and learning about ministry as you go. Some of my greatest blessings have come from ministering out of my own needs. I know it is a bit long but I hope you are touched by it in some way or another. Thanks for taking a look.
When Ellen asked me to come, she asked me to share my testimony. As I thought about it, I realized that I don't have "A" testimony, but rather a life of testimonies because God has done so much for me in so many different aspects of my life. So then I had to ask myself, which testimony or testimonies did God want me share. I believe that he would have me share with you tonight one of the seasons of my ministry, and while it is my story it is also largely the story of two boys who God used to pull me into special needs ministry.
I never imagined how much work it would take to care for four children. They keep me going all the time. And, God definitely has a sense a sense of humor when he gives you children in which you can clearly see all of your own flaws. It challenges me each day to strive to continue growing myself and learning "What would Jesus DO?" if he had kids. I've been a stay at home mother for the majority of the time that I have been a parent and I have my own little business that I am able to do from home and include the kids in. I was also very active in the ministries of our church in Cleburne before moving away. God has had me in a season of learning and growing and waiting since then but I look forward to when He opened the doors for me to be involved in organized ministry again.
The ministry part was prefaced by receiving an autism spectrum disorder diagnosis for our son Zachary when he was just 2 and a half. I immediately began to devour any reading material I could on the subject and attended a few support group meetings inFort worth. That was challenging since they were usually on a weeknight. My husband worked second shift at the time and it was almost an hour drive for me.
The fact that it wreaked havoc on the kids schedule with the nearly hour drive in each direction was another deterrent that was hard for me to get past. So when that support group asked for people to volunteer to be host homes in the more rural communities, I quickly stepped up to the plate and volunteered. At the first meeting we had a couple of service providers and one other parent show up.
Well, Debbie was actually raising her grandson who had a diagnosis of moderate to severe autism.
Debbie was a great source of knowledge and direction for me. But also a great source of inspiration. See, Dakota was 6 at the time I met his grandmother Debbie. He was nonverbal, slept very little, was an accomplished escape artist with absolutely no understanding of danger and an insatiable need for deep impact type activities. I admired Debbie for her strength and courage for this task she had taken on. Her challenges far outweighed mine and I knew how tired I was. And God began to birth in me the idea for a Spa Day, where women who were care givers of someone with a disability or women who had a disability themselves could come and be refreshed through pampering and encouragement. My pastor did everything he could to support this project and over the course of 5 years and through 2 more pregnancies of my own, we ministered to well over 200 women, starting with 11 women the first year and ending with just over 100 women to last year.
Debbie often worked as a volunteer during the planning process raising support from the community to make this happen and to be able to provide this service to the women who so needed it for no cost to them.
Early on, I also learned that because of Dakota's special needs, the family did not attend church. The church they had attended, didn't know what to do for Dakota. So off I went to pastor, and again he gave his approval and support and we found some volunteers, including Shannon and myself, and made a place for Dakota so Debbie and her husband Jerry, and Dakota's younger brother, could attend church. The family was so touched by this that they nominated the church for a Caring Church Award which we received.
I mentioned that Dakota was an escape artist, well on the Sunday morning that we were having a Disability Awareness Sunday, someone from Joni & Friends came to make the presentation of The Caring Church Award, and just after that as the pastor was preparing to give his sermon, up the isle comes Dakota. He managed to get away from his teacher that day. He jumps right up on stage with pastor as if he belonged there. Without missing a beat, Pastor introduced him and said that this was why we did this type of outreach ministry.
My husband and I sat with Dakota on Sunday mornings for a couple of years until Jerry took a new job, out of necessity, at which he was required to work on Sundays. Debbie and I still talked every couple of months. After some time had passed, I got a call from Debbie. Dakota was in the hospital on life support and not doing well, would I add him to the prayer list? I of course did, found a sitter for the baby and made my way to the hospital as quickly as I could. Over the next 2 days, I spent as much time there as I could, praying with the family, holding hands, talking about our times with Dakota. Debbie shared with me about Dakota's new school teacher who was wonderful. Dakota at the age of 11 was finally beginning to purposefully seek attention and communicate, both verbally and nonverbally, with his family members. This was a great accomplishment.
On the second day of Dakota's stay at the hospital, he was determined to be brain dead. Just 2 weeks after his 11th birthday, God called him home. I was blessed to be able to encourage Debbie and Jerry in the fact that Dakota was now in the presence of Jesus, singing the tune that he so loved to hum while he was here on earth, Jesus Loves Me, and running to his hearts content without anyone trying to stop him for fear he might hurt himself.
There's so much more I wish I could share in detail with you about the days that followed. But let me just say that I was honored and privileged to serve Dakota's family in his passing just as I'd served in his lifetime. The months to come even brought great restoration to the entire family and the rededication of Debbie's daughter, Amy, who was Dakota's mother. Amy then went on to get her life cleaned up through an intense discipleship program and last I heard was sharing the gospel with other women like herself.
I had often said over the years, that if even just one person was touched by God through all of the special needs ministries, it was well worth it. So with Dakota's passing and several years of ministry behind me, I found myself with 2 more of my own children than when I had started. The support group had fallen by the wayside. There weren't any plans for another Spa Day and there were no other special needs children at our church, besides my own son. I was exhausted and I discovered myself to be strangely out of balance. I had made the mistake of wrapping my identity up in the ministry that God had called me to instead of the God that had called me to ministry and my own family had suffered some along the way. I began to realize that Dakota was a season of ministry for me. I learned so much and was so blessed, never the less, that time was past.
The last several years have been a difficult for me. I'm learning to put everything back into balance, and while I believe that I am still called to ministry, I believe that ministry will take on a different form for a time, perhaps through speaking, I'm not sure. But I do know that God is faithful and true and that as I allow myself to be defined in His presence, that He will lead me. He will be my strength and my source.
In closing, let me just share a little about the other boy, who was really the beginning of my ministry with those with special needs. Dakota was the other, but my own son was the first. I mentioned that he got his diagnosis early on. His diagnosis is now Asperger's and I am amazed at God's hand in his life. When he was very little, before his original diagnosis, as I prayed over his bed one night, I felt like God was speaking to me, that He would do great things through Zachary's life. I immediately began to envision him being some great leader, pastor or Godly politician, or a leader in the military. When the diagnosis came and I began to understand that autism affected language and social skills, I thought how can he do great things for God if he can't talk to people or interact with them in a way they understand.
Wow, our minds are so finite. Over the years God has shown me he can do exceedingly and abundantly more than I can ask or imagine. But sometimes that means we have to lay down all of our expectations and embrace what is right there in front of us. Sometimes we have to be like Abraham and lay our promise on the altar and trust God to do what we can not imagine that he can.
Zachary started out this journey of autism having lost a vocabulary of 40 words by 18 months old, moving on to occupational, sensory and speech therapies, starting school in the special education classroom at 3with no verbal skills and lots of meltdowns. By kindergarten he was in a regular education class, a few years later he had a speaking part in our church's Christmas play and participated in playing basketball on an Upward league. He got out there every week and did his best. At the beginning, I thought what have I done? He was afraid of the ball, the other kids were all way better than he was. It was obvious that with all the busyness going on around him, that it was difficult for him to focus. But he never complained, he never quit and he was excited about doing it for a few additional seasons too.
As a parent it's hard to give up those what if's, what if he doesn't do well, what if the other kids make fun of him, what if he gets hurt physically or emotionally but can I tell you that when you see your child experiencing a measure of success in something you at one time thought they would never be able to do, you are blessed beyond measure.
In his middle school years he began playing trumpet in the band. In high school he became part of the marching band. He is well liked by his peers and his teachers. He attends UIL competitions and does well in them. God has truly done great and mighty things in his life already and when he graduates in 2015, I think I will need to take a case of tissue with me. I can not even begin to tell you how overwhelmed I am by how far he has come in life. God has truly been faithful to my son. Zachary, by the way, means "whom God remembers".
Let me leave you with these two thoughts:
First, Ec: 9:10 says "Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might". Let me encourage you, to embrace ministry, whether it is to your own family or someone else's. Don't miss the season that God calls you too because it will pass soon enough. If you miss it, you miss the blessings and the lessons that go along with it. And in doing this, remember to allow yourself time to be defined in God's presence, by God himself. If you allow your identity to be wrapped up in what you are doing for Him, you will find yourself quite lost when that season has passed.
Second: Jeremiah 29:11 "For I know the plans I have for you declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Lay down your expectations and allow God to do in your life, in your child's life, exceedingly and abundantly more than you can ask or imagine. Don't miss a blessing because it's wrapped in Christmas paper when you're expecting birthday paper."
If you've stuck with this post to the end, I appreciate you taking the time to read this blog.
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Wednesday, January 11, 2012
One of THOSE Days!
So this morning was one of THOSE mornings for some reason. I did get up on time, got the kiddos up on time but they were dragging. Not one of the four of them was ready on time. No amount of politely asking them seemed to do the trick so I moved on to being firm and logical about the benefits of good choices and the consequences of bad choices. I am sure by the way they responded all they heard was blah blah blah blah blah.
Completely frustrated (me that is) we finally walk out the door ten minutes late only to discover my van had a nice coat of frost over all the windows and my oldest two children fighting over whether or not you could scrape ice with a squeegee, one with the handle in their hand and the other with the actual squeegee part in their hand. ***Deep sigh***.
Hubby, who is also running behind, emerges from the house ready for work and begins to help me scrape ice, so very thankful for him, my visual example of sanity and peace in the midst of chaos. Okay, all done, we're finally pulling out of the driveway only 20 minutes behind schedule.
The children are all complaining they are going to be late now and when I remind them that none of them were ready on time, someone decides to snidely point out that if I had only started the van earlier so it could have warmed up, and then all I heard was blah blah blah blah blah.
Once all of them are safely at school and no one is tardy and no speeding tickets were involved, I begin to pray while am driving. I am praying for peace and for forgiveness for being so short tempered and for wisdom on how to make these mornings go more smoothly. (We have assigned them check off lists and charts and graphs galore with incentives to help them stay on track, all to no avail. )
So I am taking these few minutes of quiet to try to regroup when I notice a car that has gone of the road and into the ditch with a pretty steep embankment. With the rain that we have had, I know that car is not coming out of that ditch without a wrecker. Then out comes a young man who runs up the slope around to the driver side and opens the door for the young lady who was driving, she is visibly shaken. I roll down the window and ask if they are okay, and they are, grandparents have been called and on the way, young man is going to walk to school. I offer him a ride because it's cold and because I know if he walks he will be late.
As I turn around and take him to school I learn the driver is his sister, a junior in high school who has only had her license for a few months. I asked him again if he was okay, questions like did you hit your head on anything, are you feeling light headed or dizzy, you know the over protective mama kind of questions, I hope another woman would do the same if it were my child. He seemed to be calm, cool and collected, I encouraged him to call his grandparents or go to the nurse if he started feeling badly as I dropped him at the door of the school.
On the way home again, thinking about how the morning has unfolded and all of the sudden I am deeply ashamed of how frustrated I had been about being so far behind schedule because I realize that God had me right where he needed me to be all along, on his schedule, to be able to offer a few comforting words to a couple of high school kids in a scary situation and to do my part, albeit little, to help out.
Lord, help me to rest in the knowledge that you hold my every moment in your hands, all have been ordained by you, and you have a plan for all of them.
Completely frustrated (me that is) we finally walk out the door ten minutes late only to discover my van had a nice coat of frost over all the windows and my oldest two children fighting over whether or not you could scrape ice with a squeegee, one with the handle in their hand and the other with the actual squeegee part in their hand. ***Deep sigh***.
Hubby, who is also running behind, emerges from the house ready for work and begins to help me scrape ice, so very thankful for him, my visual example of sanity and peace in the midst of chaos. Okay, all done, we're finally pulling out of the driveway only 20 minutes behind schedule.
The children are all complaining they are going to be late now and when I remind them that none of them were ready on time, someone decides to snidely point out that if I had only started the van earlier so it could have warmed up, and then all I heard was blah blah blah blah blah.
Once all of them are safely at school and no one is tardy and no speeding tickets were involved, I begin to pray while am driving. I am praying for peace and for forgiveness for being so short tempered and for wisdom on how to make these mornings go more smoothly. (We have assigned them check off lists and charts and graphs galore with incentives to help them stay on track, all to no avail. )
So I am taking these few minutes of quiet to try to regroup when I notice a car that has gone of the road and into the ditch with a pretty steep embankment. With the rain that we have had, I know that car is not coming out of that ditch without a wrecker. Then out comes a young man who runs up the slope around to the driver side and opens the door for the young lady who was driving, she is visibly shaken. I roll down the window and ask if they are okay, and they are, grandparents have been called and on the way, young man is going to walk to school. I offer him a ride because it's cold and because I know if he walks he will be late.
As I turn around and take him to school I learn the driver is his sister, a junior in high school who has only had her license for a few months. I asked him again if he was okay, questions like did you hit your head on anything, are you feeling light headed or dizzy, you know the over protective mama kind of questions, I hope another woman would do the same if it were my child. He seemed to be calm, cool and collected, I encouraged him to call his grandparents or go to the nurse if he started feeling badly as I dropped him at the door of the school.
On the way home again, thinking about how the morning has unfolded and all of the sudden I am deeply ashamed of how frustrated I had been about being so far behind schedule because I realize that God had me right where he needed me to be all along, on his schedule, to be able to offer a few comforting words to a couple of high school kids in a scary situation and to do my part, albeit little, to help out.
Lord, help me to rest in the knowledge that you hold my every moment in your hands, all have been ordained by you, and you have a plan for all of them.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Wordz of Life

Several years ago, God really impressed upon me how important spoken words are. They are powerful, think about, God SPOKE the world and nearly everything in it , into existence. The Bible tells us as Christians, that through Christ we have His authority as well, so it would stand to reason that the words we speak also carry a certain amout of weight and power. I am not talking about a "name it and claim it" type philosophy, God's will still prevails, but I am speaking of carefully choosing to speak life and blessings instead of complaints and curses. So, when I found Jeanette's Wordz of Life Etsy Shop, I was both reminded of these things and thrilled with her use of words. Her little snippets are all about life and blessings. I just had to have one for a friend of mine and I was blessed to have received one for myself too.

Aren't they precious? Wouldn't they make a great gift item for just about anyone, Pastor, babysitter, friend, sibling, grandparent? I have had the opportunity to visit with Jeanette via an Etsy thread and she is such a blessing! She is sweet and encouraging and just an absolute joy to do business with. Stop by he Etsy shop and tell her Cherry sent you!
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Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Studio Space
So my new studio spce is just about complete. It is so awesome to have everything I use frequently all in one spot. No more searching in closets and digging through boxes. It's all right here and I am already loving it!



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