Our family just returned from a Disney vacation. This is our third trip with the boys and during all three trips, I have observed the various techniques parents use to control their children. Now remember, Disney World has been called the Happiest Place on Earth, but I must tell you that even at this place, parents are parents and kids are kids.
There are the counting parents. You mostly hear these parents at the Character Dining experiences. These require that the children, who are very excited about seeing their favorite Disney character, sit and wait their turn. The characters are moving from table to table so the children are not allowed to approach them. To make matters worse, the children are expected to eat! Parent says, sit in your chair. Child responds by not sitting. Now comes the counting; one, two, three. Child sits but only for a moment. Then it starts again. Now how many numbers are counted varies from parent to parent. You can tell what the highest number is because the child always sits on the number right before; if the number is three, the child sits on two.
There are the physical parents. Now I am not talking about spanking or anything like that. This is physical intervention. Disney has devised a rope or chain system to maintain the lines leading to the rides. Now these chains are just at waist high for adults, but, just right for the children to do various gymnastic moves on them. Some kids swing on them which usually results in the child plopping to the ground and the rope being pulled down. Other little ones use the rope as a guide, holding to it as they run up and down the line. Still others just try to sit on the rope; this is the most popular one, since Disney lines are long and BORING! How do parents handle this? If the child is small, they pick them up and hold them. If the child is too big to hold, the parent will move the child away from the rope to another location; of course, in just a few minutes the child makes his way back to the rope. Some hold the child's hand. The child does not like this and so struggles pulling away or doing the sitting plop to the ground.
There are the reasoners. These parents believe on making eye contact with their child and making a detailed explanation of why the child should do whatever. This is especially amusing when the parent is dealing with a small child. Now you see the parent squat down and get close to the child's face. "You can't hang on the rope. It is not strong enough to hold you. You will fall down. You have to wait your turn. The other boys and girls have to see Mickey then he will come to see you." Sometimes after multiple explanations, the parent's voice may increase in volume, but the endless explanations continue.
Last, but certainly not least, there are the yellers and threateners. These parents are loud and the truth is that they draw more attention than their children. We have all heard these parents in public places. Their correction usually starts with "If you don't....." Many times the children ignore the threats and go merrily on their way. Sometimes they conform briefly and do what they are told.
Now I must admit, the Duso adults are guilty of each and everyone of these discipline techniques. The first day we are very intent on making the boys "act right." Then some Disney cast member...that is what Disney calls their employees....makes this statement, " It is Disney World. It is for kids." I think they must be trained to say this line because we hear it in restaurants, waiting lines, stores, and rides. Then we lighten up and let the kids be kids. That is when we adults begin to have fun and enjoy ourselves. Before we know it Disney World does become the happiest place on earth; at least for a week.
Friday, January 18, 2013
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Because I Said So
When I was growing up there was a phrase that I hated to hear my parents say, "Because I said so." Of course, when I became a parent, I completely understood that phrase. As we all do, I said it to my own children more than once. Sometimes in the world of parenting, it is the only answer that works.
In the last twenty four hours, my Heavenly Father, has whispered this phrase to me numerous times. In the last few years our family has been through many trials and we have met each one with an unquestioning faith in God. But yesterday, the news from the doctor sent me on a roller coaster of emotions. It wasn't that my faith was gone; it was just that I questioned this newest trial.
First, the reaction of the petulant child. No, I would not do it again! No, No, NO! Now it wasn't like I have an option, but when a child is in the midst of a tantrum, logic does not really apply. So as any good parent would, in the midst of my tantrum, my loving Father pulled me close and said, "Yes, you will because I said so."
Next, the whining child. But why, why, WHY? I don't want to, it is not fair. I am just getting stronger and feeling like my old self. Now the Father assured that while life is not always fair, He is always faithful. And so I would face this thing, "Because He said so."
So then I tried the bargaining child. But this is not a good time. Perhaps we should wait. Just get me through until after Christmas. But the Father reminded that His timing is perfect and so we would do this thing now, "Because He said so."
Last, the guilt invoking child. It is too hard on my family. We have already endured this test. You can't ask us to do this again. Now the Father draws me ever closer and reminds me, "My Grace is sufficient for you and your family. I will see you through, you will endure, because I said so."
Now the struggle is done. I give in to the will of my Father. I will obey, there will be no more questions. I will trust in His plan for my life, even though I don't understand. I will endure through His strength when I am weak. He is my Father, He knows best. So now I will do this thing, "because He said so."
In the last twenty four hours, my Heavenly Father, has whispered this phrase to me numerous times. In the last few years our family has been through many trials and we have met each one with an unquestioning faith in God. But yesterday, the news from the doctor sent me on a roller coaster of emotions. It wasn't that my faith was gone; it was just that I questioned this newest trial.
First, the reaction of the petulant child. No, I would not do it again! No, No, NO! Now it wasn't like I have an option, but when a child is in the midst of a tantrum, logic does not really apply. So as any good parent would, in the midst of my tantrum, my loving Father pulled me close and said, "Yes, you will because I said so."
Next, the whining child. But why, why, WHY? I don't want to, it is not fair. I am just getting stronger and feeling like my old self. Now the Father assured that while life is not always fair, He is always faithful. And so I would face this thing, "Because He said so."
So then I tried the bargaining child. But this is not a good time. Perhaps we should wait. Just get me through until after Christmas. But the Father reminded that His timing is perfect and so we would do this thing now, "Because He said so."
Last, the guilt invoking child. It is too hard on my family. We have already endured this test. You can't ask us to do this again. Now the Father draws me ever closer and reminds me, "My Grace is sufficient for you and your family. I will see you through, you will endure, because I said so."
Now the struggle is done. I give in to the will of my Father. I will obey, there will be no more questions. I will trust in His plan for my life, even though I don't understand. I will endure through His strength when I am weak. He is my Father, He knows best. So now I will do this thing, "because He said so."
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Praises for Recovery and Triumph
In 2011 I had cancer. My memory of the year is sketchy, in fact, it is almost like I lost a whole year of my life.
During that year, I had to travel to Lubbock for surgery and chemotherapy every three weeks. We were fortunate that a LaQuinta was located near the hospital and my doctor's office. The rooms were nice and they offered a hospital discount, but most important, the people were incredibly kind and caring.
As the months of chemo dragged on, I became weaker with each trip to Lubbock. The lobby of the LaQuinta was spacious and had sitting areas of sofas and chairs. On most visits I would walk to one of the sofas and wait for my family to check into our room. The kind staff would hurry through this process so we could get me to my room. Each floor of the hotel had a beautiful open balcony that looked down onto the lobby. The balcony had a wooden rails that I would grip as I made my way to our room. There I would collapse onto the bed and wait for my chemo on the next day. This was my life for nine months. As I look back, I am grateful that God was always with me. I felt His presence every day and especially on these nights before my chemo treatments. It is hard to describe but it was where I found strength to persevere.
Now for the recovery. On August 27, 2012, I had to go for my yearly checkup. It had been one year since my last chemo treatment and the news that I was in remission. As we checked into the LaQuinta, we noticed many changes. The lobby was completely redecorated with new carpet,new chairs, and new paint. They had added a mini-mart, something we had wished for on all those trips.
This time I stood next to Carl as he checked in feeling strong and well. As we walked to our room, we noticed the new finish on the rails that I had gripped, but now I was running my hand along the wood admiring the beautiful finish of the wood. When we got to our room, more surprises. Completely new curtains, headboard, furniture, carpet, and---oh wow--a refrigerator and microwave. Oh how we needed those when we were in the midst of chemo. I immediately realized that just as the hotel was getting a much needed remodeled, so was my weak body. Just a year ago, my body had been ravaged by the chemo treatments. I was barely able to walk and my balance was shaky. But now, I was regaining my strength everyday.
It was triumph. For the last several months I have been on a walking program. I have worked my way up to 12,000 steps a day. On this night before my checkup, instead of collapsing in the bed, I walked around the balcony on the second floor of that hotel. When I walk I listen to praise songs, this night I was listening to Mandisa. Now Mandisa got me through many of my chemo treatments with her songs, but now she was with me on my walk. The first song was "Free". The theme of the song is that God has freed us from many things, in my case He had freed me from cancer and those devastating effects. Then there was "Say Goodbye." The phrase, "there is grace you can't imagine, there is love you can't run out of, there is peace that you can hold onto." Wow, so true in every circumstance; how many times have I held onto that peace for dear life.
Walking along listening to "Lifeline; you are my lifeline, you are my rescue, strength in my weakness, light in my darkness." Suddenly this walk had become more than about steps. I was not only reclaiming my physical strength, but this walk was becoming a celebration of God's faithfulness to me. Once again, God was walking right along side. But this time instead of holding me in my weakness, He was celebrating my newly recovered body. It was a special time that night walking and praising with my Lord. That night the Lord and I finished our victory laps around that hotel balcony with Mandisa singing her song, "Stronger." These were the words she sang, "Cause if He started this work in your life, He will be faithful to complete it, if only you believe it."
God was faithful and He did complete His work in me. There were so many blessings that came out of that disease. Even though the disease of cancer damaged my body, God made me stronger through the experience. He is the mighty God. He is the rescuer. He is my comfort. He is my strength. I am restored body and soul. My hope is and has always been in God! Thank you Father!
During that year, I had to travel to Lubbock for surgery and chemotherapy every three weeks. We were fortunate that a LaQuinta was located near the hospital and my doctor's office. The rooms were nice and they offered a hospital discount, but most important, the people were incredibly kind and caring.
As the months of chemo dragged on, I became weaker with each trip to Lubbock. The lobby of the LaQuinta was spacious and had sitting areas of sofas and chairs. On most visits I would walk to one of the sofas and wait for my family to check into our room. The kind staff would hurry through this process so we could get me to my room. Each floor of the hotel had a beautiful open balcony that looked down onto the lobby. The balcony had a wooden rails that I would grip as I made my way to our room. There I would collapse onto the bed and wait for my chemo on the next day. This was my life for nine months. As I look back, I am grateful that God was always with me. I felt His presence every day and especially on these nights before my chemo treatments. It is hard to describe but it was where I found strength to persevere.
Now for the recovery. On August 27, 2012, I had to go for my yearly checkup. It had been one year since my last chemo treatment and the news that I was in remission. As we checked into the LaQuinta, we noticed many changes. The lobby was completely redecorated with new carpet,new chairs, and new paint. They had added a mini-mart, something we had wished for on all those trips.
This time I stood next to Carl as he checked in feeling strong and well. As we walked to our room, we noticed the new finish on the rails that I had gripped, but now I was running my hand along the wood admiring the beautiful finish of the wood. When we got to our room, more surprises. Completely new curtains, headboard, furniture, carpet, and---oh wow--a refrigerator and microwave. Oh how we needed those when we were in the midst of chemo. I immediately realized that just as the hotel was getting a much needed remodeled, so was my weak body. Just a year ago, my body had been ravaged by the chemo treatments. I was barely able to walk and my balance was shaky. But now, I was regaining my strength everyday.
It was triumph. For the last several months I have been on a walking program. I have worked my way up to 12,000 steps a day. On this night before my checkup, instead of collapsing in the bed, I walked around the balcony on the second floor of that hotel. When I walk I listen to praise songs, this night I was listening to Mandisa. Now Mandisa got me through many of my chemo treatments with her songs, but now she was with me on my walk. The first song was "Free". The theme of the song is that God has freed us from many things, in my case He had freed me from cancer and those devastating effects. Then there was "Say Goodbye." The phrase, "there is grace you can't imagine, there is love you can't run out of, there is peace that you can hold onto." Wow, so true in every circumstance; how many times have I held onto that peace for dear life.
Walking along listening to "Lifeline; you are my lifeline, you are my rescue, strength in my weakness, light in my darkness." Suddenly this walk had become more than about steps. I was not only reclaiming my physical strength, but this walk was becoming a celebration of God's faithfulness to me. Once again, God was walking right along side. But this time instead of holding me in my weakness, He was celebrating my newly recovered body. It was a special time that night walking and praising with my Lord. That night the Lord and I finished our victory laps around that hotel balcony with Mandisa singing her song, "Stronger." These were the words she sang, "Cause if He started this work in your life, He will be faithful to complete it, if only you believe it."
God was faithful and He did complete His work in me. There were so many blessings that came out of that disease. Even though the disease of cancer damaged my body, God made me stronger through the experience. He is the mighty God. He is the rescuer. He is my comfort. He is my strength. I am restored body and soul. My hope is and has always been in God! Thank you Father!
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
A Promise Kept
In our house we have one Pepe', one Nana, one Mom, three boys (Austin, Nate, and Tyler), and two cats (Bella and Mowgli). Now to the average person our house looks full, maybe, even overflowing. But when a Mom makes a promise she has to keep it so our house had to find room for one more...a puppy.
Now you may ask, in fact, I was asking, "Why would we want to add a puppy to this mix?"
The answer was simple. When Austin, the oldest boy, was four he asked his mother for a puppy. He did not ask just once but he asked daily, sometimes several times a day. So Mom did what any good mother does when asked a question over and over. She used the stall answer, "Austin you can have a puppy when you are ten." Now there are two reasons to give the stall answer. First, you really can't do whatever at that point in time and you intend to do it later. Second, you hope the child will forget he asked the question.
So now we fast forward. Austin came to Mom about a month ago and said, "Mom you know it is almost my birthday." Mom, "Yes, it is." Austin, "I will be ten." Mom, "I know, you will be ten isn't that great. You are really growing up." Austin, "Well you know what that means." Mom, " No what?" Austin, "It means, I get a puppy."
WHAT?! HE REMEMBERED! Who would have thought that a four year old would remember! It had been six years!
Now Nana and Pepe' were not too thrilled. You see Nana and Pepe' are not dog people, they are cat people. Dogs, they say, are too demanding. You have to walk them, you have to play with them, they jumped on you, they want attention. Cats on the other hand, can be ignored. In fact, cats prefer to be ignored! You put a little food out and you are good to go. But a promise had been made. So began the search for a puppy. They did request a small dog, one that could be kept inside. This thrilled Austin who had visions of caring his new treasure like a baby and having a companion for those long nights.
Finally, the perfect dog was found. A beautiful, copper colored Pomeranian. She was 8 months old, house broken, had all of her shots, and was relatively inexpensive. After looking at her picture, Austin chose to name her Penny.
So it was that Penny, the Pomeranian Puppy (yes an alliteration) came to live with the Duso clan. When we got her she was the exact color of a shiny new penny so Austin had chosen well. She is a natural fit with the family. She loves the boys and can even wear them out. Pepe', who is secretly a dog person, is thrilled with his new pal. Mom is happy she could keep a stall promise made so long ago.The cats are getting use to this shaggy noisemaker. And Nana, well,don't tell the others, but she likes this new puppy, too.
Now you may ask, in fact, I was asking, "Why would we want to add a puppy to this mix?"
The answer was simple. When Austin, the oldest boy, was four he asked his mother for a puppy. He did not ask just once but he asked daily, sometimes several times a day. So Mom did what any good mother does when asked a question over and over. She used the stall answer, "Austin you can have a puppy when you are ten." Now there are two reasons to give the stall answer. First, you really can't do whatever at that point in time and you intend to do it later. Second, you hope the child will forget he asked the question.
So now we fast forward. Austin came to Mom about a month ago and said, "Mom you know it is almost my birthday." Mom, "Yes, it is." Austin, "I will be ten." Mom, "I know, you will be ten isn't that great. You are really growing up." Austin, "Well you know what that means." Mom, " No what?" Austin, "It means, I get a puppy."
WHAT?! HE REMEMBERED! Who would have thought that a four year old would remember! It had been six years!
Now Nana and Pepe' were not too thrilled. You see Nana and Pepe' are not dog people, they are cat people. Dogs, they say, are too demanding. You have to walk them, you have to play with them, they jumped on you, they want attention. Cats on the other hand, can be ignored. In fact, cats prefer to be ignored! You put a little food out and you are good to go. But a promise had been made. So began the search for a puppy. They did request a small dog, one that could be kept inside. This thrilled Austin who had visions of caring his new treasure like a baby and having a companion for those long nights.
Finally, the perfect dog was found. A beautiful, copper colored Pomeranian. She was 8 months old, house broken, had all of her shots, and was relatively inexpensive. After looking at her picture, Austin chose to name her Penny.
So it was that Penny, the Pomeranian Puppy (yes an alliteration) came to live with the Duso clan. When we got her she was the exact color of a shiny new penny so Austin had chosen well. She is a natural fit with the family. She loves the boys and can even wear them out. Pepe', who is secretly a dog person, is thrilled with his new pal. Mom is happy she could keep a stall promise made so long ago.The cats are getting use to this shaggy noisemaker. And Nana, well,don't tell the others, but she likes this new puppy, too.
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Faith, Prayer, and Healing
These last few weeks I have been in the Beth Moore study, "James, Mercy Triumphs." Now I have to be honest, it has not been my favorite Beth Moore study. I just could not "get into it." I was somewhat baffled until I realized two things.
First, this is my 3rd time to study the book of James. I am a little hard headed and sometimes God has to tell me things more than once. Second and most important, I realized I have been living James for the last six years. Please know, I am not in anyway completed in Christ, but in the last six years our family has been through many difficult circumstances.
James 1:2-7 from the Message. "Consider it a sheer gift, friends, when tests and challenges come at you from all sides. You know that under pressure, your faith-life is forced into the open and shows its true colors. So don't try to get out of anything prematurely. Let it do its work so you become mature and well-developed, not deficient in any way. If you don't know what you're doing, pray to the Father. He loves to help. You'll get his help, and won't be condescended to when your ask for it. Ask boldly, believingly, without a second thought."
Six years ago, I found out my daughter was pregnant. She was not married and thank God she had no intention of marrying the father of her baby. We went about our business, hiding her pregnancy. But God did not want this child of His hidden. So at 26 weeks, Tyler Reyell Duso entered the world. The doctors immediately began to tell us that he would not live, but God had another plan. During those first dark days of his little life, Scott Maze, our wonderful pastor, came to pray over Tyler at the hospital. To my wonder and astonishment, Scott prayed for Tyler's future. Now I want you to understand that the doctors had told us that IF Tyler live, he would have multiple physical and mental problems. But Scott prayed for the future God had planned for Tyler, one full of life. I think God sent Scott to teach me what praying believing looked like. To teach me that we would get what we asked for truly prayed in faith. Shortly after this, Scott preached a series from James. It included lessons in testing, faith, endurance, prayer, and obedience.
James 2: 12-13 The Message "Talk and act like a person expecting to be judged by the Rule that sets us free. For if you refuse to act kindly, you can hardly expect to be treated kindly. Kind mercy wins over harsh judgment every time."
The other thing that changed in my life was my judgmental attitude. I had been one of "those pious" Christians that often was so busy looking at my neighbor's sin that I could not see my own. In the last six years, I have worked to be a blessing not a hindrance to people. Since I was in the habit of judging, teaching myself to be a positive person instead of a negative person has been a real challenge. I still have to constantly guard against my carnal nature.
Which brings me to the other big lesson I have learned from James, once again, the hard way. James 3:7-8 "This is scary: You can tame a tiger, but you can't tame a tongue--it's never been done. The tongue runs wild, a wanton killer. With our tongues we bless God our Father; with the same tongues we curse the very men and women He made in His image. Curses and blessings out of the same mouth!"
Oh my tongue! Often, I am too quick to diagnose a problem and express my opinion, when instead I should drop to my knees and pray. More than once God has had to make me "eat my words" as He showed me the truth of the situation. When I find myself slipping, I know I need to immediately get into the Word. God always has just the right study, sermon, scripture, or word from a friend to set me back on the right path.
The last lesson, pray first then you don't have to worry later; tell others how God has blessed you, it should not be a secret. James 5:13-15 "Are you hurting? Pray. Do you feel great? Sing. Are you sick? Call the church leaders together to pray and anoint you with oil in the name of the Master. Believing-prayer will heal you, and Jesus will put you on your feet. .... The prayer of a person living right with God is something powerful to be reckoned with."
In this last year, my family and friends have prayed. I have lived these verses day and night, week in week out, month by month. When I was diagnosed with cancer, all God had taught me about faith, trust, and obedience came together. I knew God would see me through. I sought out my church leaders to pray for me and they did faithfully. When the doctor gave us news that others would consider catastrophic, my family was covered in prayer by "knee warriors." When I thought I could not bear the physical pain one more moment, a card with a sweet prayer would arrive to remind me that people who knew and loved God were praying for me. Now on the other side of the long journey, I can look back at my path and see the prayers of all those saints.
So, now as I look at the title of this study, I realize why God wanted me to be involved. I am so glad God gave me a chance to remember all He has taught me, to celebrate the active love of my friends and family, and to know that when we pray believing God will help us.
First, this is my 3rd time to study the book of James. I am a little hard headed and sometimes God has to tell me things more than once. Second and most important, I realized I have been living James for the last six years. Please know, I am not in anyway completed in Christ, but in the last six years our family has been through many difficult circumstances.
James 1:2-7 from the Message. "Consider it a sheer gift, friends, when tests and challenges come at you from all sides. You know that under pressure, your faith-life is forced into the open and shows its true colors. So don't try to get out of anything prematurely. Let it do its work so you become mature and well-developed, not deficient in any way. If you don't know what you're doing, pray to the Father. He loves to help. You'll get his help, and won't be condescended to when your ask for it. Ask boldly, believingly, without a second thought."
Six years ago, I found out my daughter was pregnant. She was not married and thank God she had no intention of marrying the father of her baby. We went about our business, hiding her pregnancy. But God did not want this child of His hidden. So at 26 weeks, Tyler Reyell Duso entered the world. The doctors immediately began to tell us that he would not live, but God had another plan. During those first dark days of his little life, Scott Maze, our wonderful pastor, came to pray over Tyler at the hospital. To my wonder and astonishment, Scott prayed for Tyler's future. Now I want you to understand that the doctors had told us that IF Tyler live, he would have multiple physical and mental problems. But Scott prayed for the future God had planned for Tyler, one full of life. I think God sent Scott to teach me what praying believing looked like. To teach me that we would get what we asked for truly prayed in faith. Shortly after this, Scott preached a series from James. It included lessons in testing, faith, endurance, prayer, and obedience.
James 2: 12-13 The Message "Talk and act like a person expecting to be judged by the Rule that sets us free. For if you refuse to act kindly, you can hardly expect to be treated kindly. Kind mercy wins over harsh judgment every time."
The other thing that changed in my life was my judgmental attitude. I had been one of "those pious" Christians that often was so busy looking at my neighbor's sin that I could not see my own. In the last six years, I have worked to be a blessing not a hindrance to people. Since I was in the habit of judging, teaching myself to be a positive person instead of a negative person has been a real challenge. I still have to constantly guard against my carnal nature.
Which brings me to the other big lesson I have learned from James, once again, the hard way. James 3:7-8 "This is scary: You can tame a tiger, but you can't tame a tongue--it's never been done. The tongue runs wild, a wanton killer. With our tongues we bless God our Father; with the same tongues we curse the very men and women He made in His image. Curses and blessings out of the same mouth!"
Oh my tongue! Often, I am too quick to diagnose a problem and express my opinion, when instead I should drop to my knees and pray. More than once God has had to make me "eat my words" as He showed me the truth of the situation. When I find myself slipping, I know I need to immediately get into the Word. God always has just the right study, sermon, scripture, or word from a friend to set me back on the right path.
The last lesson, pray first then you don't have to worry later; tell others how God has blessed you, it should not be a secret. James 5:13-15 "Are you hurting? Pray. Do you feel great? Sing. Are you sick? Call the church leaders together to pray and anoint you with oil in the name of the Master. Believing-prayer will heal you, and Jesus will put you on your feet. .... The prayer of a person living right with God is something powerful to be reckoned with."
In this last year, my family and friends have prayed. I have lived these verses day and night, week in week out, month by month. When I was diagnosed with cancer, all God had taught me about faith, trust, and obedience came together. I knew God would see me through. I sought out my church leaders to pray for me and they did faithfully. When the doctor gave us news that others would consider catastrophic, my family was covered in prayer by "knee warriors." When I thought I could not bear the physical pain one more moment, a card with a sweet prayer would arrive to remind me that people who knew and loved God were praying for me. Now on the other side of the long journey, I can look back at my path and see the prayers of all those saints.
So, now as I look at the title of this study, I realize why God wanted me to be involved. I am so glad God gave me a chance to remember all He has taught me, to celebrate the active love of my friends and family, and to know that when we pray believing God will help us.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
A Bright Future
For my birthday, my oldest daughter, Julianna gave me a book called "For I know the Plans I have for You." She chose this book because Jeremiah 29:11 has been the scripture that saw us through a year of cancer treatments and doctor appointments.
The first day is titled, "A Bright Future." The scripture for the day is Proverbs 16:3. Now I am a translation freak meaning that I love reading the same verse in different translations. This scripture in the book was from the NIV, "Commit to the Lord whatever you do, and your plans will succeed." The Message says, "Put God in charge of your work, then what you've planned will take place" and the New Living says, "Commit your actions and your plans will succeed". So these three are very similar in meaning. If God is in charge, if what I am doing is done within the will of God, then I will succeed. Good to know in my life. Especially since I have started a new phase of my life.
But the King James says, "Commit thy works unto the Lord and thy thoughts shall be established." Now wait a minute, this translation actually requires two actions. The first to commit the work to the Lord. In my Christian life, I do not remember a time when committing the actions of our daily lives to God. It seems to be the theme of books, songs, and messages. This idea that our daily lives should glorify God.
The King James also says, "and thy thoughts shall be established." Now to me this mean that when we commit the actions of our daily lives to God, then our thoughts will be on serving God in meaningful and productive ways. God never intended us to live in the isolation of Christianity. He did intend that our lives would be the very word of God to the lost world.
Now as I said, Jeremiah 29:11 has been our family anthem this last year. We were sustained by the promise of God's hand on our future. Now that the trial has passed and it is time to go forward with my life, it is time to be an active part of that bright future God has for me.
"God has designs on our future...and He has designed us for the future. he has given us something to do in the future that no one else can do." Ruth Senter
God promises every believer that He will prosper not harm in the future. But I believe that God also wants us to be find way to be active in our future by doing the work He has ordained just for us. What is your work? What action does God want you to take? These are the questions I am asking myself. However, one thing I am certain of, "God will be in Charge of My Work."
The first day is titled, "A Bright Future." The scripture for the day is Proverbs 16:3. Now I am a translation freak meaning that I love reading the same verse in different translations. This scripture in the book was from the NIV, "Commit to the Lord whatever you do, and your plans will succeed." The Message says, "Put God in charge of your work, then what you've planned will take place" and the New Living says, "Commit your actions and your plans will succeed". So these three are very similar in meaning. If God is in charge, if what I am doing is done within the will of God, then I will succeed. Good to know in my life. Especially since I have started a new phase of my life.
But the King James says, "Commit thy works unto the Lord and thy thoughts shall be established." Now wait a minute, this translation actually requires two actions. The first to commit the work to the Lord. In my Christian life, I do not remember a time when committing the actions of our daily lives to God. It seems to be the theme of books, songs, and messages. This idea that our daily lives should glorify God.
The King James also says, "and thy thoughts shall be established." Now to me this mean that when we commit the actions of our daily lives to God, then our thoughts will be on serving God in meaningful and productive ways. God never intended us to live in the isolation of Christianity. He did intend that our lives would be the very word of God to the lost world.
Now as I said, Jeremiah 29:11 has been our family anthem this last year. We were sustained by the promise of God's hand on our future. Now that the trial has passed and it is time to go forward with my life, it is time to be an active part of that bright future God has for me.
"God has designs on our future...and He has designed us for the future. he has given us something to do in the future that no one else can do." Ruth Senter
God promises every believer that He will prosper not harm in the future. But I believe that God also wants us to be find way to be active in our future by doing the work He has ordained just for us. What is your work? What action does God want you to take? These are the questions I am asking myself. However, one thing I am certain of, "God will be in Charge of My Work."
Thursday, January 5, 2012
A Love That Lasts
In September of 1974, God sent a gift into my life. That gift came in the form of an Air Force Staff Sergeant named Carl Duso.
You see my Mama was a praying woman. This wise woman saw that my life was beginning to spiral, so she began to pray that God would send me a husband. Now I knew she was praying for me a husband and I would mock her saying, "Mama, God doesn't send men knocking out the door. You have to go out and find one."
Well on that Saturday in September, God sent Carl Duso knocking at my door. A friend of mine was dating a friend of his and he needed a date for the evening. I can honestly say it was love at first site but the deal clincher was the fact that he cried during the movie, "Where the Red Fern Grows." I knew right then I wanted to marry this man.
Surprisingly to me, he felt the same way and within three weeks we were engaged. We married on January 4, 1975 and my life was changed forever.
But the gift was not that God had honored the request of my Mama's prayer and sent a wonderful man knocking at my door. The gift was not a marriage that has seen the test of time. No, the gift was the unconditional love of my sweetheart. For the first time in my life, I understood unconditional love. Carl love me just the way I was and never asked me to be anything except myself. I saw the unconditional love of the Saviour modeled by this man, my soul mate.
No time in our marriage has his unconditional love been more evident than in the last year. During a difficult extended illness, all the burden of our lives fell on Carl's shoulders. He never hesitated and did everything I needed to survive. He held my hand in the hospital when I was recovering from surgery. He drove me to countless doctor appointments filled with disappointing news. He hovered during the days of pain and comforted me the best he could. With the help of my two daughters, he took over all the household duties. Basically, he took all the worry out of my life so I could focus on getting well.
Yes, once again, my husband was modeling the attributes of Christ. He was my Rock, my Comfort, my Provider. Now, I want you to understand, Carl can model these attributes because for the last year he has lived Phillippians 4:13, " For I can do everything through Christ, who gives me strength." He would be the first to tell you that he does nothing in his own power, but through the Christ who lives inside him, he can do all things.
So Happy Anniversary, Duso. I am so glad God answered my Mama's prayer and sent you into my life thirty-seven years ago.
You see my Mama was a praying woman. This wise woman saw that my life was beginning to spiral, so she began to pray that God would send me a husband. Now I knew she was praying for me a husband and I would mock her saying, "Mama, God doesn't send men knocking out the door. You have to go out and find one."
Well on that Saturday in September, God sent Carl Duso knocking at my door. A friend of mine was dating a friend of his and he needed a date for the evening. I can honestly say it was love at first site but the deal clincher was the fact that he cried during the movie, "Where the Red Fern Grows." I knew right then I wanted to marry this man.
Surprisingly to me, he felt the same way and within three weeks we were engaged. We married on January 4, 1975 and my life was changed forever.
But the gift was not that God had honored the request of my Mama's prayer and sent a wonderful man knocking at my door. The gift was not a marriage that has seen the test of time. No, the gift was the unconditional love of my sweetheart. For the first time in my life, I understood unconditional love. Carl love me just the way I was and never asked me to be anything except myself. I saw the unconditional love of the Saviour modeled by this man, my soul mate.
No time in our marriage has his unconditional love been more evident than in the last year. During a difficult extended illness, all the burden of our lives fell on Carl's shoulders. He never hesitated and did everything I needed to survive. He held my hand in the hospital when I was recovering from surgery. He drove me to countless doctor appointments filled with disappointing news. He hovered during the days of pain and comforted me the best he could. With the help of my two daughters, he took over all the household duties. Basically, he took all the worry out of my life so I could focus on getting well.
Yes, once again, my husband was modeling the attributes of Christ. He was my Rock, my Comfort, my Provider. Now, I want you to understand, Carl can model these attributes because for the last year he has lived Phillippians 4:13, " For I can do everything through Christ, who gives me strength." He would be the first to tell you that he does nothing in his own power, but through the Christ who lives inside him, he can do all things.
So Happy Anniversary, Duso. I am so glad God answered my Mama's prayer and sent you into my life thirty-seven years ago.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
The Wonder of a Bible Story
Today during his Bible lesson Tyler was learning the story of Elizabeth and Zacharias. Now with Tyler, you never know how he will interpret the story being told. Today he stands up and yells, "He is having a baby, and he never had one. He is really old like you and Pepe'. I cannot believe it." Next he says, "He should have listened; God told him." Finally he says, " Now he can talk; I bet he is glad." The ability to talk is very important to Tyler.
As I reflected on Tyler's reaction I thought about us "old folk Christians". Tyler was amazed at the miracle of Zacharias and Elizabeth having a baby when they are old. When was the last time I read a familiar story in the Bible and was amazed. I am afraid that all too often the stories in the Bible become routine and lose their wonder. The adult John was the one who announced the arrival of Jesus' ministry. The circumstance of his birth is wondrous. God had a special plan for the baby John and even in his mother's womb, he was recognized the Savior and rejoiced at His presence. I love when I can feel God's presence and His very power at work in my life.
The next part of the story that was important to Tyler was Zacharias' disbelief. Now Tyler knows that not listening can cause a person BIG trouble; he has many experiences with this particular problem. I hope as a "mature" Christians remember the consequences of not listening. God speaks to us daily. In my life, sometimes He uses other Christians, sometimes he uses family, but most of the time He uses my prayer life. It is in times of prayer that God speaks to me.
Tyler likes to talk. He talks non-stop from the time he wakes up until he falls asleep at night. Tyler doesn't really need people to talk to, he is fine with talking to himself. For Tyler, Zacharias' punishment was severe to not be able to talk. Wow! So when Zacharias could talk again, what a relief! Although a time of trial is not always a punishment, a difficult circumstance can seem to last forever. When the dark time is over, I rejoice in the goodness of God; the fact that He never leaves us in distress, but brings into a full, abundant life.
As I reflected on Tyler's reaction I thought about us "old folk Christians". Tyler was amazed at the miracle of Zacharias and Elizabeth having a baby when they are old. When was the last time I read a familiar story in the Bible and was amazed. I am afraid that all too often the stories in the Bible become routine and lose their wonder. The adult John was the one who announced the arrival of Jesus' ministry. The circumstance of his birth is wondrous. God had a special plan for the baby John and even in his mother's womb, he was recognized the Savior and rejoiced at His presence. I love when I can feel God's presence and His very power at work in my life.
The next part of the story that was important to Tyler was Zacharias' disbelief. Now Tyler knows that not listening can cause a person BIG trouble; he has many experiences with this particular problem. I hope as a "mature" Christians remember the consequences of not listening. God speaks to us daily. In my life, sometimes He uses other Christians, sometimes he uses family, but most of the time He uses my prayer life. It is in times of prayer that God speaks to me.
Tyler likes to talk. He talks non-stop from the time he wakes up until he falls asleep at night. Tyler doesn't really need people to talk to, he is fine with talking to himself. For Tyler, Zacharias' punishment was severe to not be able to talk. Wow! So when Zacharias could talk again, what a relief! Although a time of trial is not always a punishment, a difficult circumstance can seem to last forever. When the dark time is over, I rejoice in the goodness of God; the fact that He never leaves us in distress, but brings into a full, abundant life.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
The Journey's End
So today is my birthday and I thought this was time to reflect about my cancer journey. It is over one complete year; my journey with cancer. On September 3rd, 2010, my OB/GYN found a mass during a routine exam. On September 6, 2010, the first CAT Scan found a mass that later turned out to be uterine cancer. On November 18, I had surgery. In December I started radiation and then in May I began chemotherapy. Little did I know that God was taking me on a journey that would bring tears, laughter, renewed familial relationships, strengthened friendships, and His glorious presence.
What happened in that year?
First, God was there. From the beginning He filled me with confidence that "it was going to be OK." There was no fear, no worry; every moment I knew that God was keeping me safe in His arms. Over and over the Lord brought to my mind the parable of Jesus calming the storm (Mark 4: 35-41). I knew that the One who controlled the winds and the waves also controlled the events of my life. How could I be afraid when the Master was in absolute control? It is hard to explain how real God's presence is at times that seem so bleak. But there was always a sense of peace and the knowledge that this trial would pass and all would be "normal" again. Yes, there were days when I cried out in pain and desperation, but, almost immediately there was a stillness that came over me as He wrapped me in His arms. It felt much the way I remember feeling when my mother would hug me and kiss my tears away.
Second, He prepared the road ahead of me by providing everything I needed. He provided wonderful, Christian doctors; before surgery, my doctor told me that he never went into surgery without first praying. Always in the front of my mind was a desire to glorify Him in this journey. I wanted those around me to know that God was controlling my cancer. To my radiation technicians and to my chemotherapy nurse, I wanted to relay to them that I was so glad God had given them the special skills to take care of me. He provided insurance policies that would take complete care of the financial aspect of cancer; these policies were taken out years ago and long since forgotten by me. He sent loving friends to bring meals and words of support; school friends and church brothers/sisters poured out love upon my family. He provided a longtime friend, who now works with the American Cancer Society, that would help with gas money and wigs.
Third, He renewed many relationships with my family. One of the main prayers I had was that God would use this illness to draw me closer to my family and my family closer to God. Of course, my faithful Lord has exceeded my expectations. One nephew is sending daily scriptures through text message. One sister has dusted off her Bible and has sent encouraging scriptures on "those days."
My other sister has been faithful to call each week so she can give the report to the prayer group on Wednesday night. The third sister has told me often that she is praying for me. My oldest daughter has come home to help care for me and for the first time in many, many years both of my daughters were at church with me. My three little grandsons have learned the power of prayer; their sweet little prayers have blessed me on "those dark days." There are no words that can describe my awesome husband; he has kept the family going in these days.
So the end of this cancer journey is my happy birthday present. Praise God who does great things and gives me blessing beyond measure.
What happened in that year?
First, God was there. From the beginning He filled me with confidence that "it was going to be OK." There was no fear, no worry; every moment I knew that God was keeping me safe in His arms. Over and over the Lord brought to my mind the parable of Jesus calming the storm (Mark 4: 35-41). I knew that the One who controlled the winds and the waves also controlled the events of my life. How could I be afraid when the Master was in absolute control? It is hard to explain how real God's presence is at times that seem so bleak. But there was always a sense of peace and the knowledge that this trial would pass and all would be "normal" again. Yes, there were days when I cried out in pain and desperation, but, almost immediately there was a stillness that came over me as He wrapped me in His arms. It felt much the way I remember feeling when my mother would hug me and kiss my tears away.
Second, He prepared the road ahead of me by providing everything I needed. He provided wonderful, Christian doctors; before surgery, my doctor told me that he never went into surgery without first praying. Always in the front of my mind was a desire to glorify Him in this journey. I wanted those around me to know that God was controlling my cancer. To my radiation technicians and to my chemotherapy nurse, I wanted to relay to them that I was so glad God had given them the special skills to take care of me. He provided insurance policies that would take complete care of the financial aspect of cancer; these policies were taken out years ago and long since forgotten by me. He sent loving friends to bring meals and words of support; school friends and church brothers/sisters poured out love upon my family. He provided a longtime friend, who now works with the American Cancer Society, that would help with gas money and wigs.
Third, He renewed many relationships with my family. One of the main prayers I had was that God would use this illness to draw me closer to my family and my family closer to God. Of course, my faithful Lord has exceeded my expectations. One nephew is sending daily scriptures through text message. One sister has dusted off her Bible and has sent encouraging scriptures on "those days."
My other sister has been faithful to call each week so she can give the report to the prayer group on Wednesday night. The third sister has told me often that she is praying for me. My oldest daughter has come home to help care for me and for the first time in many, many years both of my daughters were at church with me. My three little grandsons have learned the power of prayer; their sweet little prayers have blessed me on "those dark days." There are no words that can describe my awesome husband; he has kept the family going in these days.
So the end of this cancer journey is my happy birthday present. Praise God who does great things and gives me blessing beyond measure.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
God's Manifestation in the LIfe of His Children
God is good, all the time, in all circumstances.
It has been awhile since I have written an update on my battle of cancer. This journey has been longer than anticipated but the prayers of friends and family have sustained. 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." has been my encouragement.
I want to tell a story about God's real, physical manifestation in the middle of this battle. It is a long story with flashbacks, but if you stick it out and read the whole thing, you will see a blessing from God. Although this blessing was for me, I believe that if we look for them, He sends blessings in all of the lives of His children.
I must be honest, about two weeks I fell into a pit of despair. It had been a week of intense side effects from the Chemo. In addition to the physical pain, the fatigue had incapacitated me to the point of that I could not function physically or mentally. I knew God was in control but I began to cry out to Him, "What is the purpose of this illness? Can you please just show me some reason for this?"
Carl came home for lunch and brought in the mail. This was literally in the midst of my crying out. There was a letter from the Texas Teacher Retirement system telling me that I had made a mistake on my application. This added to my despair. I needed that money to open the business and now there would be more delay. But the last sentence of the letter was the hidden blessing. "We must have a written statement saying that you are not buying back your years or the money for the years."
OK, first flashback. I was an instructional aide for six years. When I decided to go back to school, I pulled my Teacher Retirement to pay for my teaching degree. When I decided to retire the TRS (Teacher Retirement System) sent me two estimates, one with the six years and one without the six years. The cost to buy back those six years was $14,000. I dismissed the possibility because I did not have $14,000 thousand dollars. So the retirement papers were filled out and sent in without the additional years.
Flashback number two. Years ago I bought a disability policy from work. I had completely forgotten about the policy. The BISD payroll clerk, Suzanne Baker, called me to ask me if I wanted to file for the disability. I had to do the claim before my last day of work since I was retiring. Of course, I wanted to file for the disability. Now you may call this chance, but I call it God. This could have gone unclaimed, but I believe God placed it in Suzanne's mind to call me about this policy. You see, because I had so many sick days,I did not fall into the normal need to make this claim. Suzanne told me that it just suddenly occurred to her to check on my disability insurance. So we quickly sent off the claim and waited to see what the payoff would be. When the check came, I was astounded by the amount of the check. I deposited into the bank and thought I would decide what to do with it later.
Back to the day of my despair. Remember, I got the letter from TRS. Carl put it aside and said we would deal with it later, since obviously I was in no state to think about anything at that moment.
OK, I am getting to the good part so keep reading. I went to bed that night and fell asleep. At 2 AM I was literally awaken with a clear mind and with one thought. Because of the disability check, I have the $14,000 to buy back my years. With more energy than I had had for months, I got out of bed and found my retirement packet. If I bought back the years, the difference in my lump sum payoff was $25,000 and the difference in my monthly annuity would be $500. Wow, God is so good.
Do you get it? In His "pro""vision" God had now provided for my future in a very physical, real way. Not only would the lump sum allow me to buy the building for the my new business and have enough for stock; now I would have an extra $500 a month for the rest of my life! God saw what I could not see and He used the circumstance of this illness to provide for my needs the rest of my life.
You can imagine Carl's surprise when he woke up to a wife with renewed energy and excited about life. I could hardly wait for the bank to open so I could go get the check to send it to TRS.
Now, I don't want you to miss the blessing here. The disability money came after the first retirement application was sent to TRS. If I had not made the mistake, I would not have been able to buy the years back. Now you may think I am stretching here, but I truly believe that God's timing is supreme and it was God's timing throughout this process.
So, I want to leave you with the Message version of Jeremiah 29:11. I find the Message is written in more direct language that hard headed people like me need to hear sometimes. "I know what I am doing, I have it all planned out---plans to take care of you, not abandon you, plans to give you the future you hope for."
Praise God for whom all blessings flow!
It has been awhile since I have written an update on my battle of cancer. This journey has been longer than anticipated but the prayers of friends and family have sustained. 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." has been my encouragement.
I want to tell a story about God's real, physical manifestation in the middle of this battle. It is a long story with flashbacks, but if you stick it out and read the whole thing, you will see a blessing from God. Although this blessing was for me, I believe that if we look for them, He sends blessings in all of the lives of His children.
I must be honest, about two weeks I fell into a pit of despair. It had been a week of intense side effects from the Chemo. In addition to the physical pain, the fatigue had incapacitated me to the point of that I could not function physically or mentally. I knew God was in control but I began to cry out to Him, "What is the purpose of this illness? Can you please just show me some reason for this?"
Carl came home for lunch and brought in the mail. This was literally in the midst of my crying out. There was a letter from the Texas Teacher Retirement system telling me that I had made a mistake on my application. This added to my despair. I needed that money to open the business and now there would be more delay. But the last sentence of the letter was the hidden blessing. "We must have a written statement saying that you are not buying back your years or the money for the years."
OK, first flashback. I was an instructional aide for six years. When I decided to go back to school, I pulled my Teacher Retirement to pay for my teaching degree. When I decided to retire the TRS (Teacher Retirement System) sent me two estimates, one with the six years and one without the six years. The cost to buy back those six years was $14,000. I dismissed the possibility because I did not have $14,000 thousand dollars. So the retirement papers were filled out and sent in without the additional years.
Flashback number two. Years ago I bought a disability policy from work. I had completely forgotten about the policy. The BISD payroll clerk, Suzanne Baker, called me to ask me if I wanted to file for the disability. I had to do the claim before my last day of work since I was retiring. Of course, I wanted to file for the disability. Now you may call this chance, but I call it God. This could have gone unclaimed, but I believe God placed it in Suzanne's mind to call me about this policy. You see, because I had so many sick days,I did not fall into the normal need to make this claim. Suzanne told me that it just suddenly occurred to her to check on my disability insurance. So we quickly sent off the claim and waited to see what the payoff would be. When the check came, I was astounded by the amount of the check. I deposited into the bank and thought I would decide what to do with it later.
Back to the day of my despair. Remember, I got the letter from TRS. Carl put it aside and said we would deal with it later, since obviously I was in no state to think about anything at that moment.
OK, I am getting to the good part so keep reading. I went to bed that night and fell asleep. At 2 AM I was literally awaken with a clear mind and with one thought. Because of the disability check, I have the $14,000 to buy back my years. With more energy than I had had for months, I got out of bed and found my retirement packet. If I bought back the years, the difference in my lump sum payoff was $25,000 and the difference in my monthly annuity would be $500. Wow, God is so good.
Do you get it? In His "pro""vision" God had now provided for my future in a very physical, real way. Not only would the lump sum allow me to buy the building for the my new business and have enough for stock; now I would have an extra $500 a month for the rest of my life! God saw what I could not see and He used the circumstance of this illness to provide for my needs the rest of my life.
You can imagine Carl's surprise when he woke up to a wife with renewed energy and excited about life. I could hardly wait for the bank to open so I could go get the check to send it to TRS.
Now, I don't want you to miss the blessing here. The disability money came after the first retirement application was sent to TRS. If I had not made the mistake, I would not have been able to buy the years back. Now you may think I am stretching here, but I truly believe that God's timing is supreme and it was God's timing throughout this process.
So, I want to leave you with the Message version of Jeremiah 29:11. I find the Message is written in more direct language that hard headed people like me need to hear sometimes. "I know what I am doing, I have it all planned out---plans to take care of you, not abandon you, plans to give you the future you hope for."
Praise God for whom all blessings flow!
Friday, April 22, 2011
My Cancer Journey Continues
Dear Family and Friends,
I want to begin by thanking all of you for your loving prayers, wonderful meals, and precious cards during these last months. I do not know how anyone could make it through a severe illness without the support of families and friends.
I am writing this to you about my cancer journey. First, let me say that I am clinging more than ever to Romans 15:13, “May the God of Hope fill you with joy and peace as you trust in Him that you may overflow with Hope through the Power of the Holy Spirit.” I have a wonderful Doctor (Dr. Phillips) who reminds me at each visit that he consults with God about the treatment of his patients. So while I have confidence in the skill of this Godly man, I still proclaim that my Hope is in God.
My surgery in November went well and the doctor was able to remove a tumor that led to the diagnosis of Endometrial Stromal Sarcoma. I went through six weeks of daily radiation treatments at the Harrington Cancer Center under the care of Dr. Stafford. God blessed me by providing wonderful professional who took me through the treatments with tender care. At each step of the journey, I have not been afraid because my faith remains unshaken. For I know the same Savior who controls the wind and the waves has my life in His hands (Mark 4:35-40).
On each step of this journey, I have prayed that I would not have to undergo Chemotherapy, mainly due to the memories I have of my mother’s chemotherapy treatments many years ago. I confess to you that I did not want this leg of my journey and I have prayed asking God to spare me these treatments. For the first time in my life, I think I have a small understanding of Jesus’ prayer to let the cup pass from Him (Luke 22: 42). But, God has a different plan for me and so the next step of my journey will be six to eight months of Chemotherapy. I will receive the treatments in Lubbock every three weeks and will last six hours each time. During these months I will cling to Romans 5:1-5 knowing that my faith increases my hope.
So once again, I am asking you to pray for me and my family (James 5:13-16). Please pray for me on Monday, April 24th as the doctor implants the port for the Chemotherapy treatments. Please pray for travel safety as we will be going to Lubbock every three weeks. Please pray for my family as they care for me. Please pray for me as I endure the side effects of the Chemotherapy treatments, beginning Tuesday, April 25th. Please for me that I will regain my strength between treatments to be able to continue my daily activities.
I want to close by reaffirming to you that I have felt God’s presence at each leg of this journey. The most recent evidence comes in the form of the TAKS test. As many of you know, one of my jobs for BISD has been to coordinate the administration of the TAKS test at BMS. This is a time consuming job that takes an extreme amount of energy. This year, it was decided—long before anyone knew I was sick—to turn this responsibility over to the BMS Counselor. Next week is the “big” week of TAKS administration—there will be a test every day. I love the way God made provision for my illness and the beginning of Chemo treatments. There is no doubt in my mind, heart, or soul that God knew I would begin this difficult leg of my journey the same week as the “big” TAKS week.
To God be the Glory; Great things He has done; Great things He will do.
I want to begin by thanking all of you for your loving prayers, wonderful meals, and precious cards during these last months. I do not know how anyone could make it through a severe illness without the support of families and friends.
I am writing this to you about my cancer journey. First, let me say that I am clinging more than ever to Romans 15:13, “May the God of Hope fill you with joy and peace as you trust in Him that you may overflow with Hope through the Power of the Holy Spirit.” I have a wonderful Doctor (Dr. Phillips) who reminds me at each visit that he consults with God about the treatment of his patients. So while I have confidence in the skill of this Godly man, I still proclaim that my Hope is in God.
My surgery in November went well and the doctor was able to remove a tumor that led to the diagnosis of Endometrial Stromal Sarcoma. I went through six weeks of daily radiation treatments at the Harrington Cancer Center under the care of Dr. Stafford. God blessed me by providing wonderful professional who took me through the treatments with tender care. At each step of the journey, I have not been afraid because my faith remains unshaken. For I know the same Savior who controls the wind and the waves has my life in His hands (Mark 4:35-40).
On each step of this journey, I have prayed that I would not have to undergo Chemotherapy, mainly due to the memories I have of my mother’s chemotherapy treatments many years ago. I confess to you that I did not want this leg of my journey and I have prayed asking God to spare me these treatments. For the first time in my life, I think I have a small understanding of Jesus’ prayer to let the cup pass from Him (Luke 22: 42). But, God has a different plan for me and so the next step of my journey will be six to eight months of Chemotherapy. I will receive the treatments in Lubbock every three weeks and will last six hours each time. During these months I will cling to Romans 5:1-5 knowing that my faith increases my hope.
So once again, I am asking you to pray for me and my family (James 5:13-16). Please pray for me on Monday, April 24th as the doctor implants the port for the Chemotherapy treatments. Please pray for travel safety as we will be going to Lubbock every three weeks. Please pray for my family as they care for me. Please pray for me as I endure the side effects of the Chemotherapy treatments, beginning Tuesday, April 25th. Please for me that I will regain my strength between treatments to be able to continue my daily activities.
I want to close by reaffirming to you that I have felt God’s presence at each leg of this journey. The most recent evidence comes in the form of the TAKS test. As many of you know, one of my jobs for BISD has been to coordinate the administration of the TAKS test at BMS. This is a time consuming job that takes an extreme amount of energy. This year, it was decided—long before anyone knew I was sick—to turn this responsibility over to the BMS Counselor. Next week is the “big” week of TAKS administration—there will be a test every day. I love the way God made provision for my illness and the beginning of Chemo treatments. There is no doubt in my mind, heart, or soul that God knew I would begin this difficult leg of my journey the same week as the “big” TAKS week.
To God be the Glory; Great things He has done; Great things He will do.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Father Are You There?
I was one of those bad Moms; I let my children sleep with me. My youngest was especially attached and when Dad decided she was to old to sleep between us, it was hard for her to be alone in her room. Almost every morning we would find her laying on the floor beside our bed inside her sleeping bag. No matter what punishment we threatened, fear would grip her during the night and here she would come. She just wanted to be near us.
When she was in second grade we moved into a new house. It was decided that Kimberly's room would be the one attached to the master bedroom. There was even a door that came from her room into ours. Surely this would make her feel safe at night so she could finally sleep in her own bed.
But each night the old fears would attack and she would say, "Mommy, can you hear me?" I would reply, "Yes, baby, I can hear you, can you hear me?" Seconds later, "Mommy, are you there?" "Yes, baby, I am still here?" In just a few minutes, "Mommy, can you hear me breathing?" With a deep sigh I would say, "Yes, baby, can you hear me breathing?" After a longer time, "Mommy, I love you, are you there?" With a smile, I would reply, "Yes baby, I am here, I love you, too." As sleep would begin to invade her little body, I usually got one last request, " Mommy, if you hear something will you come get me?" Knowing she was almost asleep I would reassure her, "Yes, Baby, but you are safe so go to sleep."
Now years later, I find myself being that little girl wanting reassurance from my Father. As I wait on the doctors, I find myself saying, "Father, can you hear me?" I am always met with the answer, "Yes, Debi, I can hear you."
Feeling confident, I proceed into life, but then comes another doctor appointment and more news and again I cry out, "Father, are you there?" "Yes, child, I am here." Once again, reassured and confident, I go on about my daily life.
Then Satan sends his ugly fear again, and I finding myself gasping, "Father, can you hear me breathing?" Lovingly He reminds me, "Yes child, I am the breath of life, I hear you breathing."
When she was in second grade we moved into a new house. It was decided that Kimberly's room would be the one attached to the master bedroom. There was even a door that came from her room into ours. Surely this would make her feel safe at night so she could finally sleep in her own bed.
But each night the old fears would attack and she would say, "Mommy, can you hear me?" I would reply, "Yes, baby, I can hear you, can you hear me?" Seconds later, "Mommy, are you there?" "Yes, baby, I am still here?" In just a few minutes, "Mommy, can you hear me breathing?" With a deep sigh I would say, "Yes, baby, can you hear me breathing?" After a longer time, "Mommy, I love you, are you there?" With a smile, I would reply, "Yes baby, I am here, I love you, too." As sleep would begin to invade her little body, I usually got one last request, " Mommy, if you hear something will you come get me?" Knowing she was almost asleep I would reassure her, "Yes, Baby, but you are safe so go to sleep."
Now years later, I find myself being that little girl wanting reassurance from my Father. As I wait on the doctors, I find myself saying, "Father, can you hear me?" I am always met with the answer, "Yes, Debi, I can hear you."
Feeling confident, I proceed into life, but then comes another doctor appointment and more news and again I cry out, "Father, are you there?" "Yes, child, I am here." Once again, reassured and confident, I go on about my daily life.
Then Satan sends his ugly fear again, and I finding myself gasping, "Father, can you hear me breathing?" Lovingly He reminds me, "Yes child, I am the breath of life, I hear you breathing."
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Christianity in Action: Even in the Snow
This weekend my wonderful husband and I went for a sleep study. Since we were a couple, the nurse decided to wire us up in the same room at the same time. Now in our 35 years of marriage we have shared many things, but I can honestly say, this was a new experience.
As she wired us, we talked about many topics including our jobs, grandchildren, and children. Toward the end of the wiring session, the nurse asked how long we had been married. I was proud but not surprised when Carl replied, "We've been married 35 years." To this she replied, "You two are such a hoot. I can tell you have fun together." Carl's next answer did surprise me, "Last summer we did a study with a young couple on Love Languages. That study really helped us understand each other." You guessed it, her question was, "What were your love languages?" My husband had now turned this wiring session into an explanation of love languages and how God uses an understanding of those languages to strengthen relationships. Now I am sitting with wires coming off my head feeling very guilty. My husband is witnessing to this nurse, while I am ignoring her by doing a Sudoku puzzle. He has taken an opportunity to show a person how Christ is alive and active in people's everyday lives.
The next morning we awoke to terrible snowy weather. We decided before driving home we would treat ourselves to the breakfast buffet at Furr's. We were the only car in the parking lot, but my rule follower husband would not park in the handicap parking next to the door. Oh no, he decides to park across from the door and gets stuck in a snow bank. After several minutes, he frees our car and at my urging (nagging) he parked in the handicapped spot.
Just as we settle into our spot, a car pulls up in front of Furr's and several women get out. The car pulls away from the door, and you guessed it, got stuck in the same snow bank. Now my husband decides to help the young man get free. He goes over and starts to push. As he is pushing, the car swerves toward him and I am sure he will be run over. To this sight while sitting in the warm car, I am saying, "Carl, just get in this car before you get hurt." Of course, he did not hear me because now he is using a shovel to dig the car out. After many minutes of pushing, digging, and swerving the car goes free.
As we are sitting eating our breakfast, the manager of Furr's comes over. She begins to tell Carl how much she appreciated his help with the car. It seems that the young man was the husband of the cashier and he had brought several ladies to work. The manager told Carl that it wasn't often that a person was willing to help a stranger and that she wanted him to have a gift card as a reward for his effort. Carl replied that there was no need for a thank you. He told her, "That is what people do, they help someone in trouble." Now I am feeling very guilty, because you may remember, I just wanted him to get in the car.
I am glad God sends gentle reprimands to me. I began to wonder how many opportunities I had missed to put my Christianity into action. Colossians 4:17 "And whatevery you do or say, whether in word or deed, do it as a representative of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through Him."
Does that include getting a car out of a snow bank? You bet it does, I am sure if Christ had been in the parking lot He would have been helping. But since Christ was not physically there, Carl had to be His hands and feet.
Does that include telling a nurse that a Christian based study on love has helped our marriage? Of course, it does. If Christ had been in the room, He would have proclaimed the blessing of a Godly spouse. But since Christ could not physically be in the room, Carl had to be His mouth.
So Lord, I am reprimanded. Thank you for reminding that we, the Christians, are your hands, feet, and mouth on this earth. Keep ever present in my mind that everyday life offers countless opportunities to share the love of Christ with lost and huring people.
Yes, our Christianity should be in action, even in the cold, bitter snow.
As she wired us, we talked about many topics including our jobs, grandchildren, and children. Toward the end of the wiring session, the nurse asked how long we had been married. I was proud but not surprised when Carl replied, "We've been married 35 years." To this she replied, "You two are such a hoot. I can tell you have fun together." Carl's next answer did surprise me, "Last summer we did a study with a young couple on Love Languages. That study really helped us understand each other." You guessed it, her question was, "What were your love languages?" My husband had now turned this wiring session into an explanation of love languages and how God uses an understanding of those languages to strengthen relationships. Now I am sitting with wires coming off my head feeling very guilty. My husband is witnessing to this nurse, while I am ignoring her by doing a Sudoku puzzle. He has taken an opportunity to show a person how Christ is alive and active in people's everyday lives.
The next morning we awoke to terrible snowy weather. We decided before driving home we would treat ourselves to the breakfast buffet at Furr's. We were the only car in the parking lot, but my rule follower husband would not park in the handicap parking next to the door. Oh no, he decides to park across from the door and gets stuck in a snow bank. After several minutes, he frees our car and at my urging (nagging) he parked in the handicapped spot.
Just as we settle into our spot, a car pulls up in front of Furr's and several women get out. The car pulls away from the door, and you guessed it, got stuck in the same snow bank. Now my husband decides to help the young man get free. He goes over and starts to push. As he is pushing, the car swerves toward him and I am sure he will be run over. To this sight while sitting in the warm car, I am saying, "Carl, just get in this car before you get hurt." Of course, he did not hear me because now he is using a shovel to dig the car out. After many minutes of pushing, digging, and swerving the car goes free.
As we are sitting eating our breakfast, the manager of Furr's comes over. She begins to tell Carl how much she appreciated his help with the car. It seems that the young man was the husband of the cashier and he had brought several ladies to work. The manager told Carl that it wasn't often that a person was willing to help a stranger and that she wanted him to have a gift card as a reward for his effort. Carl replied that there was no need for a thank you. He told her, "That is what people do, they help someone in trouble." Now I am feeling very guilty, because you may remember, I just wanted him to get in the car.
I am glad God sends gentle reprimands to me. I began to wonder how many opportunities I had missed to put my Christianity into action. Colossians 4:17 "And whatevery you do or say, whether in word or deed, do it as a representative of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through Him."
Does that include getting a car out of a snow bank? You bet it does, I am sure if Christ had been in the parking lot He would have been helping. But since Christ was not physically there, Carl had to be His hands and feet.
Does that include telling a nurse that a Christian based study on love has helped our marriage? Of course, it does. If Christ had been in the room, He would have proclaimed the blessing of a Godly spouse. But since Christ could not physically be in the room, Carl had to be His mouth.
So Lord, I am reprimanded. Thank you for reminding that we, the Christians, are your hands, feet, and mouth on this earth. Keep ever present in my mind that everyday life offers countless opportunities to share the love of Christ with lost and huring people.
Yes, our Christianity should be in action, even in the cold, bitter snow.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Snow Days and Precious Memories
There is something so beautiful about snow. The glistening blanket of snow is pure, unblemished, untouched by anything or anyone. I am always reminded that God has covered my sins making them as white as snow; before God I am pure and unblemished.
Any accumulation of snow in the Texas Panhandle brings with it closings of schools, churches, and any social events. These closings force families into their homes where they actually have to spend time together.
Because I work for the school system snow days are bitter sweet. In one sense it is a day off work but on the other hand it is a loss of a holiday. In this case, the Monday after Easter which is one of my favorite days out of school. So as I contemplated being home today, I began to remember many precious memories of days gone by.
I grew up in Phillips, a company town. One winter it snowed so much that everything stopped; in fact, the snow was so deep everything was shut down for several days. My father worked at the Phillps plant; since no one could come or go, the men who were at work when the snow started were stuck. My mother was trapped at home with four girls. Mom did not drive and, even if she had we only had the one car which was with Dad at work. Many families including mine could not get to the store to get groceries or anything else for that matter. In our little town we had the Cut Rite Grocery owned by Frank Badeen. Soon our phone rang, it was Frank asking if we needed any groceries. Mom gave him her list and he assured her he would bring the supplies. Do not ask me how he managed, but before the end of the day, Frank arrived with our groceries. When Mom offered him what money she had, he replied, "Just pay me when you can." I do not know how many families he helped during those days, but I know that to the Cheatwood family, he was an angel sent by God.
My Mom loved to read and I am fortunate that she taught me to love books. She bought books from our Weekly Reader Book Club and kept them ready for snow days or days when we were sick. So on snow days, we each got a book wrapped up in our blankets and started to read. I think these days are the reason that once I start a book I want to read until I have it finished. When we finished our book, Mom would ask us to tell her all about it. Still today on a snowy day, I am tempted to curl up under a blanket with a book.
So today is a snow day and I am the Grandma. I am at home with three little boys and I am trying to create memories for them. We started under a pile of blankets watching an exciting episode of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. After breakfast we broke out the Play Doh, a special treat. The boys love it, Nana not so much, but it is fun watching them create monsters and globs. After lunch, an energetic game of Wii Sports and Star Wars, the Clone Wars. I am making stew and brownies. Each boy is picking out a book to read under our pile of blankets.
Glistening snow is beautiful, but today the most beautiful thing in the world is the smiles on three the faces of three little boys.
Any accumulation of snow in the Texas Panhandle brings with it closings of schools, churches, and any social events. These closings force families into their homes where they actually have to spend time together.
Because I work for the school system snow days are bitter sweet. In one sense it is a day off work but on the other hand it is a loss of a holiday. In this case, the Monday after Easter which is one of my favorite days out of school. So as I contemplated being home today, I began to remember many precious memories of days gone by.
I grew up in Phillips, a company town. One winter it snowed so much that everything stopped; in fact, the snow was so deep everything was shut down for several days. My father worked at the Phillps plant; since no one could come or go, the men who were at work when the snow started were stuck. My mother was trapped at home with four girls. Mom did not drive and, even if she had we only had the one car which was with Dad at work. Many families including mine could not get to the store to get groceries or anything else for that matter. In our little town we had the Cut Rite Grocery owned by Frank Badeen. Soon our phone rang, it was Frank asking if we needed any groceries. Mom gave him her list and he assured her he would bring the supplies. Do not ask me how he managed, but before the end of the day, Frank arrived with our groceries. When Mom offered him what money she had, he replied, "Just pay me when you can." I do not know how many families he helped during those days, but I know that to the Cheatwood family, he was an angel sent by God.
My Mom loved to read and I am fortunate that she taught me to love books. She bought books from our Weekly Reader Book Club and kept them ready for snow days or days when we were sick. So on snow days, we each got a book wrapped up in our blankets and started to read. I think these days are the reason that once I start a book I want to read until I have it finished. When we finished our book, Mom would ask us to tell her all about it. Still today on a snowy day, I am tempted to curl up under a blanket with a book.
So today is a snow day and I am the Grandma. I am at home with three little boys and I am trying to create memories for them. We started under a pile of blankets watching an exciting episode of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. After breakfast we broke out the Play Doh, a special treat. The boys love it, Nana not so much, but it is fun watching them create monsters and globs. After lunch, an energetic game of Wii Sports and Star Wars, the Clone Wars. I am making stew and brownies. Each boy is picking out a book to read under our pile of blankets.
Glistening snow is beautiful, but today the most beautiful thing in the world is the smiles on three the faces of three little boys.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Eternal Events
I love the way God deals with our family. Tonight the five year old informed us that we had missed the four year old's Christmas program. We were shocked and dismayed at this news. There had been no note to tell us and no reminder from the school. Just to make sure we understood the enormity of the situation, the five year old told us how his little brother had looked around for Mommy, Nana, and Pepe'. He assured us that he had waved at his little brother and smiled at him. Our hearts were broken at the thought of our little miracle boy singing and looking anxiously for us. We were feeling sad, angry, and guilty all at once.
After an hour or so of lamentation over the lost opportunity to see our baby in his Christmas program-an event that could never be recaptured- Kimberly took the boys home to get ready for the next day. Hopefully, there would be no more missed programs or parties.
When they got home the boys went into their room to play. Soon Austin was back in a panic. "Mom, does the Devil live in the ground under our house?" Nathanael, the missionary, had been talking to his brother about the fact that anyone who did not have Jesus in their heart would have to live with the Devil under the ground. After an affirmative answer, Austin said, "Mom, I have got to ask Jesus in my heart right now." So, Kimberly had the wonderful, joyous privilege of leading her oldest son to the Lord.
Now the sadness of missing a temporal event like the Christmas program had been replaced with the joy of the eternal event of a sinner being reconciled to God. Austin told Nana on the phone, "The angels are singing Glory to God in the highest because I asked Jesus in my heart. And they are telling God and He is so happy."
No wonder Jesus loved the little children so much. This is the truth, that when one sinner accepts Jesus, there is much praising in Heaven.
While I am sad that we missed Tyler's program, I am glad that God sent a reminder that eternal things are more important than temporal things. Glory to God in the highest, my grandson is a child of the King.
After an hour or so of lamentation over the lost opportunity to see our baby in his Christmas program-an event that could never be recaptured- Kimberly took the boys home to get ready for the next day. Hopefully, there would be no more missed programs or parties.
When they got home the boys went into their room to play. Soon Austin was back in a panic. "Mom, does the Devil live in the ground under our house?" Nathanael, the missionary, had been talking to his brother about the fact that anyone who did not have Jesus in their heart would have to live with the Devil under the ground. After an affirmative answer, Austin said, "Mom, I have got to ask Jesus in my heart right now." So, Kimberly had the wonderful, joyous privilege of leading her oldest son to the Lord.
Now the sadness of missing a temporal event like the Christmas program had been replaced with the joy of the eternal event of a sinner being reconciled to God. Austin told Nana on the phone, "The angels are singing Glory to God in the highest because I asked Jesus in my heart. And they are telling God and He is so happy."
No wonder Jesus loved the little children so much. This is the truth, that when one sinner accepts Jesus, there is much praising in Heaven.
While I am sad that we missed Tyler's program, I am glad that God sent a reminder that eternal things are more important than temporal things. Glory to God in the highest, my grandson is a child of the King.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Glory to God in the Highest
Christmas, my favorite holiday. But this Christmas has a new meaning for me. Although is has been the usual hustle bustle with parties galore, I have been more conscious of the real meaning behind the holiday.
Now I know what you are going to say, "Yes, Jesus is the reason for the season" and you are right. Jesus was born on that Christmas day to be the Savior for all men.I love the image of God sending His Son as a tiny, helpless baby. God must have seen something very special in Mary to know that she would be just the right Mother for this tiny baby and little boy. After all, Jesus had to be nurtured and loved into His adult life by Mary, His Mom.
This Christmas season, I am hearing concerns that the world is taking Christ out of Christmas. I wonder why we Christians are shocked about that fact? This is not a new phenomenon. For years people have focused on presents and parties instead of the purpose for the season. Especially in America, we tend to be wrapped up in ourselves instead of being wrapped up in message of Christmas.
Which brings me to my point? The message of Christmas. This fall, I have been taking a study called, "On Mission with God." The focus of this study is that everything was created to give glory to God. God wants our lives to be lived in a way to give Him glory.
Our family was asked to light the Advent candle at church. The scripture we read was Luke 2:8-14. Now I am a lifetime Christian. I was raised in church and I have heard the Christmas story for all the 55 years of my life. I have read the Christmas story to my children and my grandchildren, but this year God showed me something beyond the birth of His Son.
Luke 2:14 says, "Glory to God in the highest." No matter what translation you read it says, "Glory to God in the highest." The angels proclaimed the birth of Jesus by giving glory to God. God sent Jesus not only to die for the sins of man. God sent Jesus not only to make reconciliation between sinful man and Himself. God sent Jesus to bring glory to Himself!
The new meaning of Christmas for me is not to keep Christ in Christmas; folks no one can take Him out of the season if He lives in our hearts. The new meaning of Christmas for me is not about the baby who grew to be the Savior of all mankind for I ask myself, "What will I do with that salvation?" The new meaning of Christmas for me is, "Glory to God in the highest."
Glory to God who guides me in my everyday life. Glory to God as He protects me from this world I live in temporarily. Glory to God for my family. Glory to God for my friends.Glory to God for my job. Glory to God for all the people I meet each day. Glory to God for the hard times. Glory to God for the good times.
"Glory to God in the highest and peace on earth to those with whom God is pleased." I pray Father God that my life will never cease to give You glory!
Now I know what you are going to say, "Yes, Jesus is the reason for the season" and you are right. Jesus was born on that Christmas day to be the Savior for all men.I love the image of God sending His Son as a tiny, helpless baby. God must have seen something very special in Mary to know that she would be just the right Mother for this tiny baby and little boy. After all, Jesus had to be nurtured and loved into His adult life by Mary, His Mom.
This Christmas season, I am hearing concerns that the world is taking Christ out of Christmas. I wonder why we Christians are shocked about that fact? This is not a new phenomenon. For years people have focused on presents and parties instead of the purpose for the season. Especially in America, we tend to be wrapped up in ourselves instead of being wrapped up in message of Christmas.
Which brings me to my point? The message of Christmas. This fall, I have been taking a study called, "On Mission with God." The focus of this study is that everything was created to give glory to God. God wants our lives to be lived in a way to give Him glory.
Our family was asked to light the Advent candle at church. The scripture we read was Luke 2:8-14. Now I am a lifetime Christian. I was raised in church and I have heard the Christmas story for all the 55 years of my life. I have read the Christmas story to my children and my grandchildren, but this year God showed me something beyond the birth of His Son.
Luke 2:14 says, "Glory to God in the highest." No matter what translation you read it says, "Glory to God in the highest." The angels proclaimed the birth of Jesus by giving glory to God. God sent Jesus not only to die for the sins of man. God sent Jesus not only to make reconciliation between sinful man and Himself. God sent Jesus to bring glory to Himself!
The new meaning of Christmas for me is not to keep Christ in Christmas; folks no one can take Him out of the season if He lives in our hearts. The new meaning of Christmas for me is not about the baby who grew to be the Savior of all mankind for I ask myself, "What will I do with that salvation?" The new meaning of Christmas for me is, "Glory to God in the highest."
Glory to God who guides me in my everyday life. Glory to God as He protects me from this world I live in temporarily. Glory to God for my family. Glory to God for my friends.Glory to God for my job. Glory to God for all the people I meet each day. Glory to God for the hard times. Glory to God for the good times.
"Glory to God in the highest and peace on earth to those with whom God is pleased." I pray Father God that my life will never cease to give You glory!
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Veterans’ Day and the Give Me Generation
All too often we hear cries that this generation of kids has no respect for anyone or anything. I am writing to say that last Wednesday that idea was proven absolutely wrong.
I have been at the Borger Middle School for 21 years. In that time I have seen many groups of kids come and go. I must admit that this generation does seem more self absorbed that any I have seen. We try to teach the Golden Rule, “Treat others as you want to be treated” but often that philosophy falls on deaf ears.
Last Wednesday BMS had the annual Veterans’ Day assembly. I have attended many such assemblies through the years and have some wonderful memories of displays of patriotism by teenage boys and girls. The expertise and skill of the BMS Social Studies department headed by Janet Fleming is always apparent in these assemblies.
But this Veterans’ Day assembly was different. For one thing the Veterans that attended were different. They were younger, many ex-students at BMS. It is shocking to think that young men we have taught are now on foreign soil defending our country. Many of the young veterans have seen action in Iraq and Afghanistan which brought home the reality that this country is at war. The other special thing about this group of veterans is that they all had a connection to a student at Borger Middle School. Uncles, Grandfathers, and Fathers were honored guests.
Now to the evidence that will dispel the myth that this Give Me Generation has no respect. During the assemblies, the Veterans were given a place of honor on the stage. As these men entered the stage, teenagers rose to their feet and began to clap. There was no prompting by the teachers; it was a spontaneous reaction of honor to these men by the students. In seconds all the students were on their feet. As the names and service records of the men were read, the student connected to that Veteran stood proudly to his or her feet. After all the names had been read, once again the students rose to their feet honoring the veterans on the stage.
The father of one of the students was asked to speak. As he talked to them about success in life, the students listened quietly. This soldier who has seen active duty in many war zones told the kids that the key to success was their “mental attitude.”
The assembly always ends with the playing of Taps. As the sound of that lone trumpet filled the auditorium with that haunting melody, there was a definite air of reverence. Not one student talked. Not one student moved. You see these kids understood the significance of that song.
For almost an hour, the students remained attentive and respectful during an assembly meant to honor the men and women who have fought for this country. As I watched their faces, I knew in my heart that the myth was false. On that Wednesday, I knew that these kids understood the importance of the basic values this country was founded on. One nation under God, indivisible with liberty and justice for all; these words had taken root and were growing in the hearts and minds of these kids.
So next time you hear someone saying that this generation has no respect, you tell them that is just a myth. There is hope for this Give Me Generation because deep down in their souls, they understand that all they have been given has come at a great price of blood, sweat, and tears.
I have been at the Borger Middle School for 21 years. In that time I have seen many groups of kids come and go. I must admit that this generation does seem more self absorbed that any I have seen. We try to teach the Golden Rule, “Treat others as you want to be treated” but often that philosophy falls on deaf ears.
Last Wednesday BMS had the annual Veterans’ Day assembly. I have attended many such assemblies through the years and have some wonderful memories of displays of patriotism by teenage boys and girls. The expertise and skill of the BMS Social Studies department headed by Janet Fleming is always apparent in these assemblies.
But this Veterans’ Day assembly was different. For one thing the Veterans that attended were different. They were younger, many ex-students at BMS. It is shocking to think that young men we have taught are now on foreign soil defending our country. Many of the young veterans have seen action in Iraq and Afghanistan which brought home the reality that this country is at war. The other special thing about this group of veterans is that they all had a connection to a student at Borger Middle School. Uncles, Grandfathers, and Fathers were honored guests.
Now to the evidence that will dispel the myth that this Give Me Generation has no respect. During the assemblies, the Veterans were given a place of honor on the stage. As these men entered the stage, teenagers rose to their feet and began to clap. There was no prompting by the teachers; it was a spontaneous reaction of honor to these men by the students. In seconds all the students were on their feet. As the names and service records of the men were read, the student connected to that Veteran stood proudly to his or her feet. After all the names had been read, once again the students rose to their feet honoring the veterans on the stage.
The father of one of the students was asked to speak. As he talked to them about success in life, the students listened quietly. This soldier who has seen active duty in many war zones told the kids that the key to success was their “mental attitude.”
The assembly always ends with the playing of Taps. As the sound of that lone trumpet filled the auditorium with that haunting melody, there was a definite air of reverence. Not one student talked. Not one student moved. You see these kids understood the significance of that song.
For almost an hour, the students remained attentive and respectful during an assembly meant to honor the men and women who have fought for this country. As I watched their faces, I knew in my heart that the myth was false. On that Wednesday, I knew that these kids understood the importance of the basic values this country was founded on. One nation under God, indivisible with liberty and justice for all; these words had taken root and were growing in the hearts and minds of these kids.
So next time you hear someone saying that this generation has no respect, you tell them that is just a myth. There is hope for this Give Me Generation because deep down in their souls, they understand that all they have been given has come at a great price of blood, sweat, and tears.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Halloween: Trick or Treat?
It is Halloween and I must admit that next to Christmas, it is my favorite holiday. Now before you jump to conclusions, let me say, I am a Christian. It is not the ghosts or goblins that I enjoy, but it is the excitement of the children. I have always loved the look of anticipation when a child runs up to me in costume and says, "Do you know what I am?" For unknowing adults the best answer is, "Of course I do and you are so cute!" Hazarding a guess could lead to disappointment, but this answer always brings a satisfied smile.
I remember as a child thinking about my costume for weeks, planning and replanning. I even remember the first time my family could afford to buy me a costume from the store. I think in those olden days life was simpler and Halloween was a time when the neighbors visited each others home to get tasty treats and warm smiles.
But times have changed and Halloween is no longer about neighbors and smiles. This Halloween with my grandsons is the perfect example. We have had so many events leading up to the actual Halloween day. We have been to a Pumpkin Patch, we have been to the Red Ribbon Trunk or Treat, we have been to Fall Festival, we have dressed up at school, we have had a Halloween party at bowling, and now we finally get to go Trick or Treating....if we have the energy.
My daughter, Kimberly, is an amazing single Mom. She has taken us through all of these happenings with grace and poise and even a few smiles. Since each event was different in nature, we decided to devise a different costume for each. The Pumpkin Patch the main activity was playing on the church playground, so after a two minute stroll to pick out the perfect pumpkin, they were off to slide and climb. For this event, they were normal clothes.
For the Trunk or Treat, the dress was Bulldog red and the promise not to do drugs. This event was sponsored by the Borger High School National Honor Society and was a success.
For the Fall Festival, there were those wonderful jumping houses. You know the ones where shoes, helmets, masks, and any other costumes accessories as not allowed. So for that event the costume had to be mostly accessory free. So we dressed as soldiers, but with a costume consisting only of a light vest and a helmet. We put a little camouflage face paint on for effect and we were off. This was costume one.
Costume two was the school costume which had to be a book character. Now I know you are thinking, "Who will check?" and you are right...but I have a black and white rule follower. So the middle grandson insists that the costume must come from a book. Being the wise and patient Nana, I sent him to the bedroom to look through his books for a costume. He came back with his pop up book about Jesus. When I pointed out that we might need a wig and beard, he suggested his Captain Jack pirate hate that had attached dread locks. Now since I am pretty sure that Jesus did not have dread lock, we decided to be boy Jesus and needed not extra hair. He quickly found the Toy Story book for little brother,Tyler, who became Woody. Pretty easy thanks to the Cowboy costume he got for his birthday. Thanks, Aunt Pat. Austin, the oldest, chose Arthur since he can read that book. Easy costumes to construct on Thursday night. It was the 24 gluten free cupcakes deorated with ghosts and bats that took time.
For the bowling party, we finally wore the costumes bought at Target. Two Storm Troopers and one Blue Power Ranger showed up at Wildcatters. Oh yeah, with 24 more cupcakes, these decorated like Cats.
Finally, six o'clock on Halloween night arrived and off two Storm Troopers and one Blue Power Ranger were off Trick or Treating. There was a big blue moon that Tyler declared was following us as we drove to Aunt Ila's. When we arrived we were greeted with oohs and ahhs as well as hugs and even candy. Next was my nephew and niece, Todd and Darla. They had no candy but we got a ride on a really cool swing. On the road again to Aunt Pat's where we were greeted with more oohs, aahs, and hugs. This time it was creepy candy; fingers, brains, and eye balls. Perfect for three little boys.
Finally we went done the home street of Gardner. The neighbor had three special bags of homemade Carmel corn. Now the little boys were free running door to door, laughing and squealing with glee.With their bags dragging we were in the car and back to Nana's house. The bags of candy were empty creating three mounds as the little boys surveyed their haul.
All in all, it was one busy but fun filled Halloween, even if it lasted a whole week. To quote one happy Storm Trooper, "This is the best Halloween ever."
I remember as a child thinking about my costume for weeks, planning and replanning. I even remember the first time my family could afford to buy me a costume from the store. I think in those olden days life was simpler and Halloween was a time when the neighbors visited each others home to get tasty treats and warm smiles.
But times have changed and Halloween is no longer about neighbors and smiles. This Halloween with my grandsons is the perfect example. We have had so many events leading up to the actual Halloween day. We have been to a Pumpkin Patch, we have been to the Red Ribbon Trunk or Treat, we have been to Fall Festival, we have dressed up at school, we have had a Halloween party at bowling, and now we finally get to go Trick or Treating....if we have the energy.
My daughter, Kimberly, is an amazing single Mom. She has taken us through all of these happenings with grace and poise and even a few smiles. Since each event was different in nature, we decided to devise a different costume for each. The Pumpkin Patch the main activity was playing on the church playground, so after a two minute stroll to pick out the perfect pumpkin, they were off to slide and climb. For this event, they were normal clothes.
For the Trunk or Treat, the dress was Bulldog red and the promise not to do drugs. This event was sponsored by the Borger High School National Honor Society and was a success.
For the Fall Festival, there were those wonderful jumping houses. You know the ones where shoes, helmets, masks, and any other costumes accessories as not allowed. So for that event the costume had to be mostly accessory free. So we dressed as soldiers, but with a costume consisting only of a light vest and a helmet. We put a little camouflage face paint on for effect and we were off. This was costume one.
Costume two was the school costume which had to be a book character. Now I know you are thinking, "Who will check?" and you are right...but I have a black and white rule follower. So the middle grandson insists that the costume must come from a book. Being the wise and patient Nana, I sent him to the bedroom to look through his books for a costume. He came back with his pop up book about Jesus. When I pointed out that we might need a wig and beard, he suggested his Captain Jack pirate hate that had attached dread locks. Now since I am pretty sure that Jesus did not have dread lock, we decided to be boy Jesus and needed not extra hair. He quickly found the Toy Story book for little brother,Tyler, who became Woody. Pretty easy thanks to the Cowboy costume he got for his birthday. Thanks, Aunt Pat. Austin, the oldest, chose Arthur since he can read that book. Easy costumes to construct on Thursday night. It was the 24 gluten free cupcakes deorated with ghosts and bats that took time.
For the bowling party, we finally wore the costumes bought at Target. Two Storm Troopers and one Blue Power Ranger showed up at Wildcatters. Oh yeah, with 24 more cupcakes, these decorated like Cats.
Finally, six o'clock on Halloween night arrived and off two Storm Troopers and one Blue Power Ranger were off Trick or Treating. There was a big blue moon that Tyler declared was following us as we drove to Aunt Ila's. When we arrived we were greeted with oohs and ahhs as well as hugs and even candy. Next was my nephew and niece, Todd and Darla. They had no candy but we got a ride on a really cool swing. On the road again to Aunt Pat's where we were greeted with more oohs, aahs, and hugs. This time it was creepy candy; fingers, brains, and eye balls. Perfect for three little boys.
Finally we went done the home street of Gardner. The neighbor had three special bags of homemade Carmel corn. Now the little boys were free running door to door, laughing and squealing with glee.With their bags dragging we were in the car and back to Nana's house. The bags of candy were empty creating three mounds as the little boys surveyed their haul.
All in all, it was one busy but fun filled Halloween, even if it lasted a whole week. To quote one happy Storm Trooper, "This is the best Halloween ever."
Monday, October 5, 2009
To Infinity and Beyond
Yes, I am quoting Buzz Lightyear.
For a Grandma this blog business is very much "beyond" what I could have imagined as possible. You see, I grew up with black and white television (no remote control), a rotary dial phone (we had to pay for long distance calls), 8 track tapes( that melted if left in the sun too long), and no microwave (we had to actually wait for the food to cook).
I went to school everyday and obeyed my teacher. I would have never thought about saying a disrespectful word to any adult. In my small town, everyone looked out for each other.
But now it is the 21st Century and I am trying to get with it! I have Facebook, e-mail, a cell phone, and now I am blogging. So forgive me if I feel like Buzz as I explore these new horizons. I just hope I find new friends with encouraging words.
For a Grandma this blog business is very much "beyond" what I could have imagined as possible. You see, I grew up with black and white television (no remote control), a rotary dial phone (we had to pay for long distance calls), 8 track tapes( that melted if left in the sun too long), and no microwave (we had to actually wait for the food to cook).
I went to school everyday and obeyed my teacher. I would have never thought about saying a disrespectful word to any adult. In my small town, everyone looked out for each other.
But now it is the 21st Century and I am trying to get with it! I have Facebook, e-mail, a cell phone, and now I am blogging. So forgive me if I feel like Buzz as I explore these new horizons. I just hope I find new friends with encouraging words.
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