Mar. 31, 2008 -
I am David Leib. Lord Willing, in a few weeks, I will be going on a humanitarian missions trip to
As a certified welder, I will be assisting in the construction of an orphanage in the city of
Please pray for me, and for our group ,for our safety, and that The LORD will help us, and bless our labour for Him. We will be gone for two weeks, leaving the
If The LORD leads you to assist with my expenses, please make checks or money orders payable to
Kindly include a note saying that your donation is for David Leib.
All contributions, which are tax deductible, should be
send to:
Please pray for me as I seek God’s will for my life. Thank you for your prayers. They are very appreciated.
The Kings Craftsman, David Leib
Please call me if you have any questions,
Comments, or suggestions 814-289-7379
“Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might;”
Ecc. 9:10a
Mar. 31, 2008 -
I am David Leib. Lord Willing, in a few weeks, I will be going on a humanitarian missions trip to
As a certified welder, I will be assisting in the construction of an orphanage in the city of
Please pray for me, and for our group ,for our safety, and that The LORD will help us, and bless our labour for Him. We will be gone for two weeks, leaving the
If The LORD leads you to assist with my expenses, please make checks or money orders payable to
Kindly include a note saying that your donation is for David Leib.
All contributions, which are tax deductible, should be
send to:
Please pray for me as I seek God’s will for my life. Thank you for your prayers. They are very appreciated.
The Kings Craftsman, David Leib
Please call me if you have any questions,
Comments, or suggestions 814-289-7379
“Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might;”
Ecc. 9:10a
Feb. 4, 2008 - Check this out
Health info. for you and your family
CiteHealth is about free and open health information and community. We are an independent source for health care provider reports and information. We compile data from numerous sources to give you a complete picture of each provider.
In addition to providing information and reports, we encourage you to join the community, share opinions, post about your experiences, and discuss important health issues. As each person contributes their own distinct knowledge and insights it adds to pool of information we all share.
Jan. 20, 2008 - Cheaper way to eat all your veggies...
http://www.juiceplus.com/nsa/pages/Home.soa?site=bh45657 Please tell 'em Terry in PA sent you.
Dec. 16, 2007 - BLog, Methods, Fellowship
Well....I'm not sure why but I just got the invite to take the HSB survey....Am I the only one who feels that other blog sites are easier to navigate and do stuff on?
I'm open to suggestions....I need to condense my blogSSSSSS into ONE blog. It's too complicated and repetitive the way I'm doing it now. HELP!!!!
For anyone interested...I was able to list more items at my STORE There is a little bit of everything from A-Z Homeschooling, Modest clothes, CD's .... and more thing, MANY more to be listed. Photos Interested parties should feel free to make me an offer.
My husband and I have tried to collect useful things over the years. Many GREAT school books that we simply haven't used and probably will never use...but they are USED by former owners before we got them. Anyway, now that we have sort of figured out our "method" of HS it is time to clear out what doesn't "fit us" ya know what I mean.
Now, for those ladies here who are looking for fellowship right in their INBOX let me tell you about a couple groups-very conservative in doctrine and practice--KJB only, Baptists. There is a yahoo group for married women Joyful Helpmeet At Home; UNmarried girls 13 and older-Ruby Chips, and Timothys Charge for UNmarried gentlemen ages 13 and up.
We live in a time where people are so busy running to and fro--lesson, sports, clubs, support groups...etc.... who has time to visit or sit on the phone and chat. Voila! Email was the solution...only people really dont' want to LISTEN so they opt for BLOGS where they do all the talking and hope someone listens. I LOVE to talk.
The Bible says to be slow to speak....ever think about the fact that we have TWO ears but only ONE mouth...hmmmmm Think God was trying to tell us something?
I am a real chatter box as you can see, so no offense to all the rest of you bloggers, I'm with you. But sometimes us motor mouths or in thiscase motor fingers need to stop, click OPEN and read-LISTEN to someone else-their difficulty, sorrow, pain, struggle, frustration, JOY Happiness blessing success laughter ....... Part of my own chatteriness is natural, but when you are a mom with little ones, day after day all that non-adult interaction turns something on or is it off, in your brain and suddenly you begin to feel the URGE to talk to any OTHER adult who will listen, adn in between all the no no's and STOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP and Mommy mommy mommy you realize this need ot reconnect with yourself and other people or you might go beserk. At least that is what happened to me. At the time I was living in a big city w/o any family friends or support. There was NOT internet then or it was an infantile too. Who had a home computer in the late 80-early 90's? Soooooo fast forward to 2007...almost 2008 can you believ e it..and we have so much tech at our fingertips literally that we can keep in touch with people, and we don't. We say it's lack of tme, but I contend that it is a lack of effort and selfishness (preaching to myself too) We ALL MAKE time for what is important to us, for WHO is important to us....OUCH!!!!!
Please, during this season of remembering that the Saviour came, that babe in the manger came to SAVE us, let's take time to let all those we love know we care, not with gifts of things, but with the gift of our time and attention
Time to run....
Dec. 5, 2007 - Sharing and Warning
The past few weeks.....o.k....the last few MONTHS....have been nothing short of a blur of activity.
The blessedness of it has been loads of fellowship with beloved brothers and sisters in Christ. But after they have moved on to their next destination or returned to their homes, we are faced with once again with teh let down and loneliness that seems all the more repressive because of the joyous time now past.
The monotony of our daily routine--cooking, cleaning, laundry, school...has been disrupted by appointments for various checkups and ailments in our family. My dear hubby was very ill. He spend almost 2 weeks in bed, except for making a few phone calls and entertaining house-guests 3 times during their 8 day visit. He had to be sick to "sit out" of fellowship, bcz folks who know us know how much he likes to gab and "gossip :0) and fellowship. Actually, he was sick off and on from early August, and it just crept up on him. He kept feeling better, only to take a turn for the worse. When he was so sick I had to take him to the ER, he HAD to get help. After 3 courses of different antibiotics I think he is finally over it. Whew! When hubby gets sick like that you can't help but wonder WILL he get bettter, EVER! My heart goes out to the dear ladies whose husbands are ill, chonically or terminally, bcz the burden on them is tremendous. But praise the LORD that He will carry our burdens for us, and calm all our fears, if we just trust Him. That is the hard part isn't it...we will lay our burden at his feet, and leave it...but only for a little while, and without warning we grab it back from Him and lament how tired we are, how heavy it is, and we whine that it is too much for us, but we refuse to truly give it up to Christ to carry for us, and handle it all. This is true no matter what our burdens might be.
In the last few years I have had some revelations about someone in my family. For 15-20 YEARS, yes dear Sister, YEARS, I was blaming myself for problems with one of my siblings bcz as children I was not as kind as I could have/should have been. But we were children and children do that to one another. You are supposed to grow up and get over it. However my sibling refuses to let it go. Even my parents admit that what occured wasn't THAT bad. Oddly enough, my sibling, about 5 yrs. ago, finally decided to get right with the LORD-started going to church again, seemed to be moving in the right direction, wanted God's will etc. Each step closer to the LORD mended the brokeness between us and drew us closer to each other, so much so that I felt we were BEST friends. Imagine my joy when my sibling/best friend decided to move to our area closer. It was one of the happiest days of my life, REALLY! I believed that the past was forgiven and forgotten. I'd certainly begged for forgiveness enough times.
A few short months after the move, trouble set in. Phone calls and visits were tense, and I was watching my p's and q's whenever we had a conversation. Finally the dam broke and I was blasted with hateful words as the pent up bitterness of by gone years. To be honest, this was in response to an email I'd sent with the hope of clearing up some misunderstandings about what we believe and why, and was in no way, shape, or form, intended to be a means of condemnation. But that was how it was percieved. Only evil was thought of me, again. During the worst of the call, I sat quietly and took it, but it was too much for me and as he/she was shouting more venomous words at me I tried to say goodbye and I hung up. This infuriated him/her further, and my dear Mom took the brunt of his/her fury, AGAIN. When I composed myself enough to call home, I was in for some eye-opening conversation.
Unbeknownst to me, in the years between my getting married (1986) and this turn of events (2006) my sibling, who to my knowledge was already rebellious, selfish and almost hateful (of my Dad), never grew out of it. For the first 12 yrs. after I got married we didn't live close to my family. We were at least 6 hrs. away in one direction. The nitty-gritty details of daily life weren't passed on to me during our rushed phone calls (long distance was not cheap like it is now). Who wanted to waste money talking about crud. Well, my sibling's announcement of being "done" with us, opened up the pandoras box that was hidden from me all those years.
My poor Mom and Dad, I don't know how they took it. He/she would come home from work and rant and rave at them in their OWN home. Every frustration of his/her life was vented at them, so much so that it was tearing them apart.
And all the years I'd visit home and he/she would get upset with me/at my husband/ at my children, I took the fault. Really. It was not to be valourous, I assure you. Because I had no idea what was happening on a daily basis, and I thought this was only happening when I was around, then surely I must be to blame. Each holiday was ruined bcz of a fight, that wasn't really a fight, but a one-man assault on me, my children, my parents, my other siblings, or my husband. Each visit was prefaced by words of wisdom that were given to keep the instigator happy during our visits. And I still felt that it all boiled down to how I'd picked on, made fun or, and hurt him/her when I was growing up and still living at home. (I was 20 when we got married)
The last fight, after she/he moved closer to us was a revelation to me. My family was at their wits end with the fighting but could not bring themselves to ask him/her to move out.
Well, as time has passed since that fateful day I have discovered a few things about myself and my sibling.
I've discovered what it really means to lament! I mean cry from teh depths of your heart and soul...like the photos of women who've lost their families in some horrific tradgedy. In a sense, I have lost this sibling, again...
This sibling has not really forgiven me, and apart from divine intervention, it appears that it will never happen in this lifetime. In fact, there is so much anger and bitterness stored up that I wonder, really really wonder, if Christ is really in them at all. How can one be forgiven of their own sins and harbor so much unforgiveness for others in their heart. When this sibling goes off on you, it is like the gates of hell are thrown open wide and some demon(s) or evil spirits are rushing at you, assaulting you, visciously, evilly, and were it not for Christ Jesus and the Angels He sends to watch about us, and keep us safe, I wonder what harm they could cause. In my flesh, in my emotions, I am pained deeply, by the cruelty of what is hurled at me, or my family, my parents, my husband...and on top of all that, my sibling has no recollection of what they say to us, and will vehemently deny anything we tell them was said. I am not sure if it is like we read about King Saul, that the evil spirit came upon him, or if there is some type of possession going on. The latter is a bit frightening to be honest with you.
The good thing that has come out of this is that I no longer feel like the black sheep of the family, and I know that this is bigger than just me, my husband and my children. That doesnt make me feel good, bcz there is still a VERY BIG problem here. But I am no longer burdened by misplaced guilt and blame.
I recall my mom praying in front of the TV with the PTL club or 700 club being on....saying things like ***** might be possessed by a demon. At the time I didnt' really get it. I mean I knew ***** was rebellious, unkind to my parents, always on the brink of outrageous anger, but having a demon....I didn't understand. Now, years later, having been exposed to people who I am almost 100% sure had some type of fellowship with the forces of evil, or even satan himself, I can see her point.
The Bible tells us the rebellion is as the sin of witchcraft, and refers to it as a spirit.
To complicate the situation with **********, ********* is not happy with the gender God made them. ********* is not engaged in same-gender relationships, but seems to hate themself and gender. ******* enjoys hobbies and activities of the opposite gender that ******** is. ********** physically acts, walks, talks etc like the opposite gender, and resents anyone who preaches, teaches or implies that such behaviour is not right. In some ways I think if ******** could settle this with the LORD many other things in ****** life would fall in to place. But if one is unhappy, or even hateful of the gender God has created them to be, it stands to reason that that will confuse and complicate their life until they come to accept and cherish how God made them.
Also, along with the opposite gender activities, likes, preferences, comes other dangers--in the pursuit of fun ********* listens to music and "talk" that insites the spirit of anger, rage, bitterness, rebellion, destruction etc. Those traits in and of themselves give us a clue as to WHO is behind them. The devil is a liar, a destroyer, and wants to take as many people down with him as he can. He will appeal to their flesh and spirit to do it. So take heed dear Moms or Dads, Sisters and Brothers who might be reading this...examine not just the WORDS of the music that you are listening to, but ask the LORD to help you discern the SPIRIT of the music itself. The water might look clean and safe to drink but be full of deadly poison which must be ingested over time before the full efffects are seen and/or felt, but the harm is already done.
Back to my sibling.... once the big fight of last summer blew over, we tried to rebuild what was lost...thus far it has not happened. ******* is not going to church, ********* is opposed to many things that we do in our home and family, ***** had never spoken to me about why the fight had to occur in ther first place. Then last Thanksgiving, a new battle came....and more brokeness and destruction took place that as much as we strive to mend it from our side, we cannot.
Each time we reach out to help, or there is a hurt mentioned, ********** reaches into the recesses of their mind and hurls their own back at us, or justifies themself. It has reached the point that I cannot bring myself to call anymore for fear I will say or do something I'll live to regret.
My parents do not deserve the treatment ********* has given them, and continues to give them when they are around. It is abusive, really. VERBALLY abusive, but I am frightened that if ******* was home would it cross the line and become physical?
I am not writing any of this to hurt my *********. Since I don't want to burden my parents and other siblings with more of this, I am writing it here. Perhaps ********** is unsaved. Perhaps it is a mental illness. Perhaps it is all spiritual...or a combination of all three. I do not knwo. IF NOT for my Mom and the pain it would cause her, I would be done with *********** myself. No-one needs this stuff. My husband, and children and I have had more than our share of difficult situations-some our own fault. We do NOT NEED this. But I am at a loss what to do.
I have been reading a book called "Splashed of Joy in the Cesspool of Life". The author recommends giving people to the LORD. She suggests using a mental picture of Jesus sitting on His throne. Picture yourself putting your *********** in a box and tying it with a big bow. Now watch yourself carry it up the steps to Jesus and sit it at His feet. Turn and walk away, only glance back to see Him open it and take ****** into His care. Walk away and let Jesus take care of *********. This has really really helped me alot. BUt I know there are many others in the same situation with a loved one. It is very hard to come to the place of saying and meaning "Whatever LORD"
The problem is that we don't say it soon enough....WE try to fix it. WE try to convince or show or guide or point or..... when like the disciples....we are not powerful enough to do it...ONLY JESUS can.
Please if you have read this, pray for my sibling...pray for our family....pray for ******** to be saved, or get right with the LORD-really right.... and pray that the LORD will continue to give me the strength and peace to say Whatever LORD--do what you must.
Oct. 2, 2007 - missions funding
Our family is planning to go on some missions trips. One to NYC, and another to Sicily. We will also need passports.
To earn the money we have decided to sell AVON. My daughter and I will be handling everything. My sons name is on the site bcz he is allowing us to use him as our bank. Please visit our online store at AVON Avon sells more than fragrances and cosmetics. They offer clothing including lingerie, home decor items, "curves" brand shoes, teeth whitening products......
All proceed go to our mission fund. We plan to go to NYC in March 2007. The dates for Sicily have not been pinpointed yet because we have to get our passports first.
Please pray for us. This is also a great learning experience for our oldest daughter who will be doing alot of the business paperword with me.
Sep. 6, 2007 - Trying and Failing
Life is a series of trying new things, and failing before mastery is obtained. It is always easy to sit on the sidelines and point out the faults and errors. The question is, can you do a better job? Are you willing to try? Far too often the critics jeer and discourage those who are laboring in the field. When I say the field, I am referring to the LORD's Work wherever it might be. It takes a big man or big woman to face adversity and adversaries and continue plodding along. Sure they will falter, fail, and want to give up. But even if they give up, they are better than we who sit on the sidelines watching, scrutinizing what is done, how it is done, and why it is all wrong. Pointing out faults is easy, lifting up the fallen--edifying and encouraging the brethren to continue marching on is harder. I fear that so many are destroyers that as time goes by and the LORD tarries, there will be almost no builders left. Among homeschool moms, we are often conscious of the verse that says, Every wise woman buildeth her house, but the foolish plucketh it down with her hands. There is much I could say about that but today I want to address a larger audience. Unfortunately, they probably aren't within a million miles of me. For purposes of this writing let us consider this: Every wise Christian buildeth the church-Believers, but the foolish (proud?) plucketh them down. They might not take rocks and throw them, or beat with bats, whips and chains are out of fashion, but with their tongues they assault the body of Christ, of which they are part. They despise the "toe", or the "nose" bcz they are, so they surmise-the eyes, or the neck-which is more lovely to behold than a nose or toe. But a nose or toe can be beautiful, just as much as a neck or eye may be distorted or deformed. Paul addressed this. Humility is needful amongst us Sisters! If you are as concerned about mistakes and poor quality among the body of Christ, step up to the plate and get involved. can you do it better? then please show those of lesser knowledge the right way. It takes alot of courage and guts to fall and get up, err and apologize..etc. Let us take ti upone ourselves to encourage, uplift, edify and help one another instead of falling for the trick of old slewfoot and cause division. Divide and conquer. We are told not to walk with those who cause division, who walk disorderly. This doesn't mean that we are causing division if our convictions differ, but if we allow ourselves to be prideful in the fact that we believe that our convictions are better than someone elses and we do not let the Holy Spirit work. There are lines that must be drawn, but we have to examine our heart to ensure that we are not lifted up with pride in being right, or more right. I realize I am rambling but I wanted to express this thought..... in recent months we have personally been privy to people who choose to berate another persons ministry and the person leading it. There is no debate as to whether this person could have done things better or "righter", but the fact is he/she is doing a work, is faithful, is wearing him/herself out to be obedient to the LORD. Does his/her wrong doing, prior to or even during the time make the ministry wrong? It surely hinders God's Work, but at least he/she is TRYING. It is better to try and fail than to not try at all.
Sep. 3, 2007 - Returned
It has been a long while since I was able to post here. I apologize to all my faithful friends and readers. Though it might seem like my writing is soley for me to vent my frustration or brag about our family's accomplishments, my true desire is to help other homeschool moms.
When we began homeschooling in 1990, my (then) 3 children were all 3 yr. and under. There was no internet, and our family had very few contacts outside our immediate area. At that time we were living in New York City in an apartment on the Lower East Side-commonly referred to by New Yorkers as "Alphabet City". Back then, this area was just beginning to be revitalized after many many years of neglect. Buildings on every block were boarded up, long ago left empty by both tenants and landlord-whoever he/she may have been. There was a movement, in the CITY, for "homesteading". People signed up to have apartments, co-ops or condo's in these run-down buildings, and a instead of paying the market value, they worked so many hours to restore and/or remodel the property to get it up to livable condition. The thinking was that if someone put their time and labor into it, they would be much more thoughtful and careful regarding it's care in the future, and look after it well. It also bred respect for their neighbors properties as well.
On our recent visit to NYC, we took a drive to our old neighborhood. The change is unbelievable. Dilapidate buildings have been fully renovated, restored, or removed. New schools and buildings about. Vacant lots, once the dump sites of discarded furniture, have become community gardens. They are a site to behold. An urban meets rural ipex if you will. Little pieces of the country scattered around the city.
This area, was a mecca for drive by shootings and crime, is now an extrememly desirable place to live. WIth rents and market values to match.
Sometimes as we go along in our homeschooling, we are in a bad neighborhood, things are run down, or old or simply don't work. It may look like it is hopeless. Don't despair. You may need to step back and get a different perspective. Yes, it is awfully hard to set aside books, and programs that cost hundreds of dollars. But if it doesn't work for your child or family, something must be done.
Our old neighborhood reached a point where it had to be changed or it would only get worse. This is true of our methods in teaching our children. Within the same family, each person is an individual with a personality, and intellect of their own. They may resemble one another, or mimic each other, but what worked for child #1 may be the undoing of child #2. As Moms we need to pray for wisdom to discern the difference between carelessness and rebellion,, and true comprehension problems. . It is not easy. Child A doesn't want to get it but could; child B wants to get it but can't! This is where we have to step in and make changes. We might have to remove old barriers (methods, books ideas) and replace them with new materials, or refurbish some old materials.
The point is, if we are able to determine how each child learns best, and cater schooling to meet their needs, they can excell academically, though not necessarily above average (like so many magazine families lead us to believe is the usual result of homeschooling).
Part of the reason we chose to homeschool was to teach our children, to make sure they get it, and give them the best education for them, for them to become productive Christians and Citizens of this nation.
For many years I cried over my children's frustration and lagging academics, and I thought that we were the exception, that we were the odd ones. It took a long time for us to realize that those families featured on the magazine covers-THEY are the exceptions. Their children may have excelled above the average student no matter where they were schooled. The trouble is, when you read the magazines looking for guidance, you figure that the exception is the rule, when it comes to homeschool that is.
I really believed that by homeschooling my children I would create super genius's. They are all far more intelligent than they believe, but none are genius'. We don't have any protoge's.
What we DO have are terrific children who LOVE THE LORD, who want to serve Him with their lives. They can't quote Aristotle, or speak fluent greek and latin, but they can quote Scripture and they know how to lead a lost soul to the Blessed Saviour. Not one of us really knows what calculus is, but does that type of math really come into play when you balance a checkbook or go grocery shopping?
God had been, and is always, so good to us.Our original goal of homeschooling was that we wanted our children to be able to read, write and balance a checkbook correctly, but mostly we prayed that they would desire to serve the LORD their God with all their heart, soul, mind and strength. The pursuit of academics for the sake of appearances, or prestige of for academics sake is vain. But finishing our course for Jesus sake is not.
Perhaps you, like me, got so wrapped up in pursuing academics that you've lost sight of the real prize--training a Servant of Jesus for service in whatever capacity the LORD chooses. Lessons in Math and English take precedence over learning to win souls, or memorize Scripture.
Take a few steps back from your programs and methods and prayerfully seek God's will and leading, ask Him for wisdom to hel pyou train up your child in the way he should go--the way God wants him to go. He will lead the way if you are willing to take His hand and go along.
Jul. 15, 2007 - What Ya doin?
When my children were all small, one of their favorite things to ask was, "what ya doin'?" After hearing all the preachers, teachers, parents and books warning about children asking WHY I was completely unprepared for this. To me, it was always obvious, but to them vague. In their defence, most of the time they were too small to get a good view of what I was doing. They only saw movement, or me putting something in or on, or taking someothing out...etc..you get the picture. Eventually they started to figure out what I was doin' and why.
Now that they are all 9 yr. and up, they might not ask this questions aloud anymore, they wouldn't be human if they didn't ask it to themselves about me, my husband, their siblings and friends, and themselves.
What ya do is part and parcel of the legacy of your life. It is when we make quick decisions and don't take time to pray and wait on the LORD that we make mistakes, we sin, and mar our testimony-if to no-one else but ourselves. Once we repent He remembers it no more, but we seem to have an elephant like memory of all our sins, failings, etc. In Scripture, David, whom God calls a man after His own heart, shed innocent blood and committed adultery, but God forgave Him and still used him. No doubt David battled his own mind to let his past go. Paul admonishes us to forget those things that are behind and press toward the mark of the prize of hte high calling of God.
Most of us haven't committed any history altering acts, nor have we been true black sheep of our families before or after getting Saved. Therefore, our legacy, though marred here and there by scratches not visible to the naked eye, will be a goodly heritage for our children, and grandchildren.
It is funny how that when the children were small, we had such rough days, and I know that many a night I went to bed and cried because i wondered what they would remember when they grew up about the days where all I did was correct, and say No, and apply the board of education to the seat of understanding. Guess what? They remember next to nothing of those days. They can relay to me tales of all sorts of htings they did, bad things that I didn't catch, but the rest is all a haze. BLESS GOD!
I'm not saying that my legacy is spotless, or perfect. It shows it's age, and there are more flaws than i care to know, but keeping myself focused on the fact that what I am DOING will dictate the legacy I leave behind keeps me focused on doing the right thing when I would rather not.
Sooooooooooo.... What Ya doin?
Jun. 24, 2007 - Toy Stores Pushing Voodoo
With the rise in occult groups comes a general increase in experimentation with satanic things. Toys R Us is now selling a collection of voodoo dolls. Their web site markets four to choose from: Uchawi, Baka, Kennis and Ezili. They are described as: “…horrifying yet irresistible plush voodoo dolls complete with everything you will need to practice voodoo, create spells, summon spirits.” Each comes with an accessory bag containing trinkets, binding twine, chicken feet and mojo bones, a spell book and pins.
The Voodooz brand joins other occult items that Toys R Us has carried for a long time: ouija boards, D&D and violent video games laced with devil themes. The Voodooz dolls are produced by Mezco Toys who specialize in the macabre. A visit to their web site finds Hellboy comics (also sold by Toys R Us) and Living Dead and Edward Scissorhands dolls.
Satan is making a major play for our children in his “culture war” against all things decent and biblical. We must arm our young people with a thorough knowledge of biblical truth so they will recognize and resist Satan’s wiles. Parents who fed their growing youngsters the strong biblical message in Chick literature tell us that it helped them became stalwart believers when they grew up. Most of the tracts are written in simple terms that the early child can understand. These are supported later by full-sized books such as How to be a Successful Teenager and Stairway to Hell, by Rick Jones.
We must inoculate our youngsters against Satan’s barrage. Parents will find that Chick Publications literature is a real help for their own kids as well as those in the neighborhood.
source: http://www.chick.com/bc/2007/voodoo.asp
Jun. 17, 2007 - Protection of a Husband
Have you ever noticed how things often go whacko when your
your husband isn't home?
Well, for ONCE that didn't happen when hubby and the older boys were
gone.
But just when you think you are out of the wood....YEP-PER.....IT happens.
The Sat. after they were home, almost a week....the toilet started flushing VERY slow.
We have a gravity fed spring, so slow is the only way it every flushes, but that day
it was ever so slow. Then I recalled my son mentioned that he'd cleaned up
water someone spilled in the basement. UT OH! Yep! The septic was backing up.
We almost panicked bcz our 4 tank system has an alarm, and it didn't go off.
First my husband tried putting hot water into the drain, hoping that since we were
in a deep freeze, that was supposed to get colder, the hot water would simply defrost
what was frozen and we'd be fine.
Well, it didn't work. Sat. going into Sun. who is gonna come check it out, plus with the deep
cold fridgid windy weather, not fit for man nor beast...it looked hopeless.
Sun. afternoon we decided that the tank must be full and it should be pumped out. So we
took out our handy maps, the ones we made when the system was put in in 2002, and
quickly located the lid. In just a few hrs. the digging was done and the lid was uncoved.
They also had to dig through about a foot of ice and snow.
Mon. we called the pump people and they arrived. The guy comes and looks at it, and says, uh, where's the other one?
Huh?
The other side? you have to pump both sides?
What?
Yes dear ones, we had to dig a second time to uncover another lid. The catch of course being the cold temps were getting colder and the coldest night, when we were halfway to the second lid dipped down to MINUS 45 withOUT windchills. Fire did nothing to warmthe ground.
In desperation my hubby said break the lid! We did. The next day it was pumped out. The man found a huge WAD of toilet paper had clogged the space between the pipe coming from the house and the dividing wall in the first tank. He cut it at a 45 degree angle (facing down) to prevent it from happening again.
All is Well. Praise God this didn't happen when my hubby and boys were away. I don't knwo what we would have done.
Jun. 17, 2007 - A Snowy Play Day in January 2007
|
|
A Snowy Play DayToday was a day to make memories. My husband and our older boys are away at a Pastors School in Georgia, so our daily routines and schedule has been much more lax that usual. Mind you we are not regimented i n the least bit. We do a daily routine, but not on a rigid schedule. Sometimes it seems like we don't even know what a clock is. Anyway, with half the family away from home, or so it seems, we have been having a week long slumber party. Everyone is sleeping in our bedroom and the children are taking turns sleeping on Daddy's side of the bed. I've found out the hard way that some of them are terrible bed hogs! My future daughters and sons by marriage will have my deepest sympathy when it comes to having the cover yanked off of 'em or finding unusual bruises on their legs, back... REAL winter has finally gotten here. Winter is one of my favorite seasons. I LOVE LOVE LOVE Snow!!!!! Last year we only had a couple of skiffs, nothing to really enjoy even looking at. All this week its been snowing, but not anything to party over. Last night that all changed. This morning, or was it noon, when we got up, the ground was covered totally with over 6 in. of snow. This was cause to celebrate so after a hearty break- fast of pancakes, sausage, hash browns and eggs; we did the dishes. While we were eating I announced to the children that after we were done cleaning up we were going out to play... ALL of us...including ME! there is alot of goofing off and the 10-15 min. clean-up job takes 30+minutes. borrow something to wear...scarves, gloves, socks, boots..I was so bundled up by the time I got out the door I felt like if I got bumped I would fall over and never get back up. First we shoveled the driveway, cleaned off the van and then it was time to play. A snowball fight was in order.
But it was too powdery to make a good snowball. Just wouldn't pack. No worry. There is always the sledding hill. We piled more snow on and packed it down. Now I will be dating myself, but when I went sledding as a child the sled was a real sled.... wood slats with metal runners that raced like greased lightening down the slope. The new thing is these little round saucers that are not made to take the bumps and lumps without you feeling every bit of it. There are also these plastic rectangular thingies that are about a quick as molasses in January in Maine. Which by the way aren't really made to be used for more than one slide down the hill, when they either split or crack, forever destroying any hope of momentum you had.
After a few trips down our slope, my knees hurt, my back ached, and my abs (their hidden under leftover babyfat) were killing me. I gave up sliding and got the children to play arctic adventures with Millie being our guide to get us home because we were lost in the wilderness. Lastly we all made snow angels and headed inside. The rest of the day was routine. |
Jun. 17, 2007 - Be On-Guard Mom!!!
|
|
Be On-Guard Mom!Mom, we must always been on guard, watching out for danger... which comes in the form of people, events, situations, games, even church can be a place of danger if we are not vigilent to watch. day, I remembered something. When we lived in Ohio, and my oldest son was just a tender 10yr. old some boys in the church we attended, (they were a few yrs older than he) were caught in the act, by my husband, of choking one another. It is a really good thing for them and us that they never laid a finger on our child(ren). My husband was livid. He verbally laid into our children and warned them to NEVER EVER let anyone do that to them, that it was NOT a game, and that they could kill someone doing that. They were properly scared into obedience.
After that incident, which we thought was an unusual event, aside from reminding them on rare occassions, we never talked about it again. In fact, I'd forgotten all about it until my friend emailed to tell of her son's demise.
As the cause of his death was found, she wanted to warn other moms and dads about this. When she informed me I realized that this was the very thing those little church boys were doing. It is only the mercy and grace of God that they never killed one another or themselves. numerous reports on TV to warn other families what might be going on behind closed doors.
None of this is said to make you fearful, or to dwell on things that are unholy.
But we must be on guard to protect our children. We are like the mother hen who when danger arises gathers her chicks under her wings. But if we do not see the danger, or don't know it is there, we can't protect them. Our legacy will be fraught with regret and despair if we fail to guard our brood when it is within our power to do so. |
Jun. 17, 2007 - WARNING
|
|
WARNING:Deadly Games Children PlayPlease read this page, and send it onto any of your friends or loved ones. son died doing this. Very sad. His brother found him. that was? The family will never be the same but Mercy and Grace. Deadly Games Children Play: Awareness, Family Help, |
|
|
Jun. 17, 2007 - In The Kitchen
Good SAturday Afternoon!
Today was spent mostly in the
kitchen. My husband and older
boys are going to a Preaching
Conference down south next
week. We baked cookies and
planned a special meal for
tonight. They actually leave
tomorrow afternoon. Another
Pastor from NY state invited
them along. I am praying that
it will be a good time for the
boys and Daddy to connect
and have some much needed commaraderie.
As I contemplate, almost
continuously, my legacy, it
has dawned on me that my
legacy is what I teach my
children, and what I give to
them. In other words, they
see me day in and day out.
Since we homeschool, they
are around me much more
than the average school age
child. When I am sad, sick,
depressed, angry, rebellious
or downright mean, they are
right there in the thick of it,
watching me and learning
how to handle it. That is the
scary part! They will copy my REACTION to the ups and
downs of life at home and
"abroad". What is a mom to
do?
Unlike Mrs. Ostrich who, at
the first sign of trouble or
danger or....., hides her head
in the ground, REAL Mom's
can't do that. We are supposed
to look out for the children
and train them and protect
them. It is pretty hard to
protect them when you
aren't even willing to look
and see what danger might
be ahead of you. A few
months ago on one of my
email lists I sent shared links
to several sights to warn
Moms and Dads of a danger
-ous practice many "good
girls and boys" were doing
-an alternative method to
get "high" that these children,
CHILDREN THINK is safe.
Imagine my surprise when
one of my friends emailed me
and rebuked me sharply
quoting scripture, requesting that I
not only remove her from
the mailing list, but that I
never contact her again, EVER! 
My innocent post, meant
to WARN was unheeded.
There is one friend of mine
who would have LOVED
to get that warning. Her
precious son fell for Satan's
slyness, paying for it, like
many others, with his life.
One of her passions is to
warn other Christian Home
school families about this.
Keeping our children away
from unsaved children or
separating even isolating
them is no guarantee that
evil will not seek them out
and entice them. Nor does
it guarantee that they will
KNOW it is evil and resist it.
Perhaps the innocent appearance
or whatever will cause them
to succumb. Innocent concerning
evil is right, but evil has to
qualms about decieving
our children to get them
in it's grasp.
My goal is to protect my
children. My legacy is what
they become, what they in
turn teach their children and
so on. How they live, what
they do, how they do it etc...
is to a great degree a reflection
of myself, and I am either to be applauded or disdained for it.
Yes, they do make choices,
but prayerfully making sure
they are taught HOW to
make the Godly BIBLICAL
choice is my duty to them.
Now that I have rambled for a
bit...time to get off my soap
box, put my apron back on
and return to the kitchen to
prepare that special dinner I
mentioned.
Praying that my legacy will
urge my children to say
"I have a goodly heritage"
when they are grown=up.
Jun. 17, 2007 - BusEness
As I was thinking about this new endeavor I realized that I may have bitten off more
than I can chew. This stems from feeling like I had to struggle so hard to find my
way to this point, and that I had to flounder and fail and live with guilt and regret, that
I want to be a TITUS 2 SUPERWOMAN--rushing to the aid of any woman, young or old,
who wants help as a woman, wife or mother.
The sad reality is I am trying to do too much on my own
choosing and not the
LORD's leading.
Sooooo dear reader, I am not sure how long I will be here, or if I can even
manage to keep up with posting here. Perhaps I should pull the plug before I
choke myself on it!
Since I already have a homeschooling blog and another on Biblical Femininity,
which I can't even maintain; plus a website, and email group, and email-azine,
and a PRINT magazine ....see what I mean....
Plus there are a few books I've started and not finished, which my husband really
wants me to do. One has been finished but needs to be revised-it's about
miscarriage and pregnancy loss from our/my perspective> It is one of those
topics that I haven't been ready for in a long time...it takes alot of emotional guts t
o dredge up all the feelings that are buried but can surface at any time. Hey, maybe
my next post here will be on that topic...just a wee bit...it is fresh on my mind
because 3 dear sisters have recently lost their babies...and I KNOW what it feels
like all to well.
Jun. 17, 2007 - Old is New Again
|
|
First Entry on New BlogThis is my first entry here. I am very new to blogging. Many of the blogs I first encountered were more about people going on about themselves. Which I suppose does attract attention which is usually what people crave. But that type of thing can end up being nothing but whining an dcomplaining about things one is unable to change.
My goal with this blog is to encourage you to think of the legacy you will leave when you pass from this life into the next. LIFE won't REALLY begin until THEN--Eternity. But you have to be saved by believing Jesus died for you sins, and rose again the third day, and without trusting in HIS SHED BLOOD ALONE for forgiveness of sins, WITHOUT WORKS-good deeds, serving God, dressing a certain way, etc..the only eternity you face will be in Hell-a place of eternal torment and flames. Listen to this if you don't know if you are saved. http://heargoodnews.com/members/html/modules/mydownloads/singlefile.php?lid=1
In this space I hope to encourage each of you to leave behind a Godly and goodly heritage for future generations. |
Jun. 17, 2007 - SLOW DANCE
This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a
It! was sent by a medical doctor - Make sure to read what is in the closing statement AFTER THE POEM.
SLOW DANCE
Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
!
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,"Hi"
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.
--------------------
Dear All:
!
This young girl has 6 months left to live, and as her dying wish, she wanted to send a letter telling everyone to live their life to the fullest, since she never will.
She'll never make it to prom, graduate from high school, or get married and have a family of her own. y you sending this to as many people as possible, you can give her and her family a little hope, because with every name that this is sent to, The American Cancer Society will donate 3 cents per name to her treatment and recovery plan. One guy sent this to 500 people! So I know that we can at least send it to 5 or 6. It's not even your money, just your time!
PLEASE PASS ON AS A LAST REQUEST.
!
Dr. Dennis Shields, Professor
Department of Developmental and Molecular Biol