The Real Reason I Don’t Go To Your Church by Chris Kratzer

No, it’s not the music style, the lighting, or the programs.

No, it’s not that I’m lazy, disinterested, or bent towards worldliness.

In fact, I care deeply about spiritual things, long for community, and have a generous heart for serving people…

Very powerful post, I encourage you to check it out!

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Luck, Fate, Divine Intervention. (Or whatever you want to call it…)

I’m happy I stumbled onto this blog today! Very powerful post!

 

Paddles, Pringles, and Paths

I’ve lived in the same community for ten years. My children spent a combined 8 years at the local high school. During this time I have gotten to know its people and after moving back “home” to Massachusetts for a brief six months, I came back here to this little New Hampshire town because I love it and this is home. This is where I raised my children. This is where our lives have been. I am one of its people.

When things happen in this town, we feel it. We feel it because, although it’s not a tiny little one stop-sign town, it IS a small town. Names hit the news and these were parents who sat with us on booster committees, the guy that runs the diner downtown, the kids that sat in classes with our kids. You may not KNOW these people, but you know them. And…

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My Immediate Beef With Women

Listen to her! She’s got a great point!!

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Ladies, I know we don’t have it easy. Since the woman’s rights movement we work HARD every day living in a man’s world from 9-5 and still keeping house and raising kids.

In fact, I totally get it. I have to work 60 hour weeks to bring home LESS than the average man can in 40 hours. After work I come home and clean and bathe the children and help with homework and help pick out school outfits and sign field trip slips and do laundry and prepare for the next day at work and schedule appointments and on and on and on, it seems more days than not.

I get it, it’s exhausting. Sometimes, I think that’s the problem. I don’t think we actually mind our husband’s ability to actually relax. I think we are envious of it.

At least many of us are.

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Book Review: Bullet Riddled

 

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I received a complimentary copy of this book for an honest review. I was actually not sure how I would feel about this book. I usually stick to fiction, fantasy mostly, so I was nervous about a non-fiction that discussed so many terrible things.
I really enjoyed this book, it was very informative, and not at all as I expected. At first, I wasn’t very impressed by the author, Grant M. Whitus. He just seemed so arrogant and I was almost immediately turned off by his “presence”, then I realized what it was that made me feel that way.. It was all “me, me, me”, or so it seemed. As I mentioned before, I’m not accustomed to autobiographies at all. What I was perceiving as arrogance, was just one man telling HIS own story, how could it not be all about him. Once I was able to reconcile this within myself, I truly enjoyed this book and have recommended it to others.
The book doesn’t just center on the Columbine tragedy, as I first thought it was going to, but on the author’s career and life in general. It was very open, real and raw. The descriptions within each individual story helped me paint visuals in my head in such a way that they each became a bit more personal to me in general. We’ve all (mostly) heard of Columbine, some know more than others, but I was surprised to read about other stories that I recognized, things that really happened, that I’d actually heard of in my small part of the world.. and this man lived each of them. He wrote about the incidences, but more importantly what was learned from each. He and his team have been through so much and cared to not only change what they found lacking, but to share with us all so that we may be aware of what we can do to help keep us all safe. I enjoyed this book and will continue to recommend it.

If you think you’d like to check it out, you can buy it on Amazon.

You can also read more about it on Goodreads.

The Greatness of Gratitude

She makes some great points here!!!  We should all take some cues from this post.

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What if you woke up tomorrow with only what you were grateful for today? Would you have a lot? Or only a little? Were you grateful for your morning coffee? Your children? Spouse? How about your car or the gas that’s in it? Your job? Your friends? A roof over your head? How different would your life really be when you opened your eyes?

What are you most happy about in your life? If you made up a list of ten things, what would be on that list? ( The Seeds 4 Life )

In life, I am most happy;

  1. That we successfully moved back home. Have our own house. A means to pay the bills.
  2. That my husbands cancer numbers are better at every appointment. That as the days pass he grows stronger and the cancer grows weaker.
  3. That we have the strength and love to give the amazing…

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I’m raising someone’s husband

Such a beautiful post! I know I feel this way, and I’m sure many of you other boy mom’s out there do as well!

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Oh Hey, Shenandoah

I’mraising someone’s husband.

This is the thought that’s been rocking my brain for the past few weeks. It doesn’t even need to be said that every new parent is petrified of what kind of job they’re going to do at raising their children, so here’s just one new momma’s inside look.

I grew up in a household where my parents were very good at expressing their love for each other. Never a phone call, a good bye, a hello, a good job – nothing in our household went without an “I love you.”

But, nothing lasts forever and what I thought was written in the stars, crumbled so suddenly it sent me into a frantic sense of being that nothing can last forever.

Now, I’ve made it a point that I will show my kids just how much I love their father. That even if they happen to…

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Hope Unlimited Family Care Center

 

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I want to take some time today to tell you about an organization that is very close to my heart.  It’s Hope Unlimited Family Care Center and Medical Clinic.  Many people here in our own area aren’t aware of it, and if they are, they are completely unaware of all of the wonderful things done and supported by this ministry.  Hope Unlimited has come a very long way since it’s beginning in 1989.  It started in a small building as a place for one to go with an unplanned pregnancy, for free pregnancy tests and support for the mom to be.  Now, some 27 years later, it has blossomed into a ministry serving not only these women in a crisis situation, but also the entire family, in crisis or not.  The vision of Hope Unlimited is to serve families as a whole and they now offer a myriad of services intended to do just that.

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Yes, free pregnancy tests are still offered, but there is now so much more.  There is a program designed to help parents or guardians of children under the age of 18 to acquire necessities such as clothing, diapers, food and other essentials while also working towards a goal set by themselves, or working towards healing from certain past hurts that many of us carry.  There are programs in place to educate high school and middle school children on sexual integrity, and opportunities for men and women to learn job skills that will better empower them to find and keep jobs so that they may support their families.  There is also the medical side to Hope Unlimited..  Free STI testing is now available as well as a full OB medical clinic where a woman can choose to have her prenatal and post-partum care.

There are truly so many facets to this ministry that I can’t do it justice, I’m not a marketer…  If this sounds even remotely interesting, please click the link below.  It is an interactive copy of the newest newsletter from Hope Unlimited..

Hope Unlimited August 2016 Newsletter

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The Family Garden

Proud Mommy Moment

Yet again, my oldest child had a small writing assignment and, in my opinion, did a great job!  Yes, I realize he’s mine and others may not be quite as optimistic about his writing ability as his momma…  But hey, if I can’t use my blog to promote my amazing boys, then what’s it for??

The assignment was to create a short story (about half a page), the only criteria given was that someone should be running from something..  Here’s what he wrote.

He ran after her.  Running for her life, she was terrified.  She looked behind her and there he was.  A mysterious, shadowy figure chasing her.  He looked to be at least seven feet tall and very muscular.  There seemed to be no break in the dim forest they were running through when suddenly she heard a deep grungy voice behind her yell CAROLINE!  She almost jumped out of her skin screaming.  How do you know me?  All of a sudden out of no where a river appeared in front of her.  She looked around and there was no place to hide and no place to run.  He gets to her and wraps his hands around her neck.  She can’t breath.  Her vision is going blurry.  She is still being choked.  She can’t see now.  Then suddenly, she wakes up.  Her mom is calling her so she isn’t late for school.  She was shaking all day.

Keep in mind, he’s 14 years old.  I did not do any editing to the story.  I feel like I should post it just as he wrote it.  It’s a very short little story, but that was the assignment.  I think it has quite a dark feel to it and I was starting to be concerned as I was reading it, but once I got to the end I realized he was describing that feeling more than anything else.. the feeling you can get from an intense dream such as this, or just the general claustrophobic feelings you can sometimes wake with.

I am posting this with his permission and will be sharing your comments with him.  Thank you for reading!

In my comment below, I mentioned another story he wrote and I posted.  It was not as easy as I expected to find it, so if you’d like to see more of his work, click here.

Spilled Milk

This made me stop and think..
We should all take something from this post!

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Yesterday around supper time, as we were clamoring to our dinner seats and bribing our children to eat their vegetables, a family on the other side of town was frantically searching for their four year old son.

As we were begging our children to just take five more bites of their untouched plates, this family was screaming for their neighbors to help them find their missing boy.

As we were demanding our children just sit still and stop playing around, this family was dialing 911 frantically making a missing child’s report.

As we were finally losing it when our children’s dilly dallying caused their glass of milk to spill across the entire table and pour in a splattering puddle upon the floor, this family and their neighbors and the police canvased the nearby neighborhood looking for this little boy.

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Guest Post – If You Make Your Child A Doormat

Such a great post, it definitely should make us all pause and really think about the message we’re sending our children!

Please read the original post, it’s well worth the read!  You can leave comments there.

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Guest Post: Maline at http://solifegoeson.com/

For the longest time, I was told to “be-have” in school and when I go to friend’s homes. I learned that behaving meant doing what the parents said and representing our family. So this really meant being quite, not sharing family secrets and always saying “yes mam, and yes sir.”

But what happens when my friend’s mom asks me to undress. Or my friend’s dad touches me “by mistake?”

We are sending our children the wrong message when we tell them to behave and to be good and to listen to your elders and to be respectful. We are not even sending mixed messages, we are sending one message and that is to be a doormat; not a strong independent individual. 

All of the words that follow “be” are are adjectives that essentially reflect back to their parents. And the word “be” is a…

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Hope Unlimited Baby Bottle Campaign

If you’re looking for a great non-profit to get involved with, here’s a wonderful choice!

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“Hope Unlimited Family Care Center is committed to saving and changing lives. Staff, board members, and volunteers provide faith-based hope and ongoing support to individuals and families dealing with many issues including pregnancy, post-abortion trauma, sexual purity, under-employment or unemployment, and other related concerns. Hope Unlimited meets each client’s physical, emotional, and spiritual needs through education, compassionate care, and the Gospel of Jesus Christ.”

This organization offers many programs to meet clients where they are in life and empower them to realize the potential within themselves.  They have services for the entire family!   Please visit their website to learn more. Hope Unlimited

Mother’s Day kicks off one of Hope’s biggest fund raisers, the Baby Bottle Campaign!  This is a month-long campaign that runs from Mother’s Day to Father’s Day.  Many churches, businesses and individuals receive empty baby bottles and throughout the month, place their spare change in the bottles and return them to Hope Unlimited.  Change doesn’t sound like much, but it makes a HUGE difference!  Watch this year’s video here.

There’s a new video each year to kickoff this campaign, keep an eye on this organization!

In case you’re curious about what else may be offered, but don’t have time to check out the site, here’s a quick video touching on available services through Hope Unlimited Family Care Center and Medical Clinic.

You can also connect with them on social media:

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When You “Hate” Your Kids

So well put! I believe anyone with children can relate to this, whether we admit it or not!

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If you have kids you’ll understand what follows.  If you don’t, you’ll probably be horrified.  Rated rRated for less-than-good-parent language.

I have 3 kids.  A 4 year old. A five year old.  An eight year old.  Dark days indeed.  The fighting, whining, disrespect, property damage – all come part and parcel to parenting young children – regardless of what mad skills you might have in your quiver.

Of course I don’t hate my kids, nobody really does.  We just feel, let’s say, a very strong dislike towards them from time to time.  What’s funny/interesting is the difference between how we feel about them when they’re “good,” and how we feel about them when they’re not.  We get warm feelings when they’re playing nice, eating all their food, cleaning up, loving their siblings, sleeping – and very different feelings when they’re doing things that anger us.  They’re not so cute anymore.  The mere…

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Proud Mommy Moment

My oldest son had to write a short story for a school assignment about the Trail of Tears.  Of course, as most kids do, he put it off until the very last minute.  He sat down in front of my laptop and wrote this.. It took him only a few minutes..  I know there’s some editing that needed to be done, but I wanted to post this as he wrote it.  Keep in mind, he’s 14 yrs old and literally wrote this in minutes.  I thought it was pretty good and tried to urge him to do more writing, in a journal or something.. He told me writing was boring and he didn’t want to!  He loves to read, I kinda thought writing went along with that, but I guess not.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it, I’m a proud mama and wanted to share.

Blackhawks Down

By Kylar Green

There I was, on the wagon to end the Blackhawk-rebellion.  We been fighting them for two years and we have lost a lot of troops.  I’m new so I don’t know many people but there is one, his name is Charles and he’s been my best friend since boot camp.  Neither of us minded moving the Indians, we both thought that it was our land they’re living on.  But nothing could’ve prepared us for what would happen.

“Hey James”  Charles whispered into my ear.

“What” I replied

“We better get there quicker, my legs are falling asleep” he said quietly trying not to wake the other soldiers.

“Not to mention this bench we’re sitting on isn’t very comfortable”

We laughed a little too loud and woke one of the up, “SHUT UP” he said through gritted teeth so we both leaned back against the musty walls of the wagon.

We were jolted awake by the sudden stop of the wagon.

“Right here” I heard our platoon leader say, “This looks like a good spot to set up camp.”  As I got up I heard Charles say thank God we’ve stopped I need to pee.  He got a few dirty looks from the other soldiers but he didn’t care.  I’ve not known him for more than a year but I know he doesn’t care what people think about him.

“James,” he said “do you think we’ll be okay?”

“Sure we will, we’re just providing an escort service.”  I told him.

“It’s just..” he mumbled.

“I know.”  I replied.  I had completely forgotten that he’s getting married.

“Done stretching, get up and set up camp!” our platoon leader shouted.

“I don’t know how you eat that stuff” said Charles as I got my ration of refried beans.

“What are you talking about?” I asked “It’s the best thing in the world.  As we were finding a spot to sit down, two guys stood up and started boxing.

“Is that normal?” I asked.

“I guess, the platoon leader is watching and seems to be enjoying himself.” Said Charles in an oddly enthusiastic way.

Later that night it was hard to fall asleep.  I was in a tent with five other men and suddenly I wish they hadn’t served refried beans.  Drowsiness finally caught up with me and in the morning we loaded the wagon and set off.  We were told this was our last day of travel and the wagon was filled with anticipation.  We’ve all been excited most of the day but even the toughest among us was a little scared.

When we got to the village I was so scared but I still followed orders.  A battle broke out and we killed so many Indians.  I was starting to doubt whether we were doing the right thing or not but we still loaded all that was left of them into a couple wagons.  After we traveled a couple of days many had died.  I found Charles trying to help in any way he could but still there were so many deaths.  One night me and him were talking and decided that this wasn’t right but we still had to follow orders.

One night I was helping out but I couldn’t find Charles.  Then the next morning we were loading up and I found Charles lying stiff and cold on the ground with no jacket or shirt.  He had frozen to death helping them.  After we brought them to their new home I rode to Charles’ house and told his family the bad news.

I Photoshopped My Ideal Face…

This is a beautiful post!  I hope all of you out there can really hear this message..  You are all beautiful in you own way! ❤

I Photoshopped My “Ideal Face” And It Made Me Feel Like Shit.

The longer I stared at the doctored photo, the more I longed for it.

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Turn your Complaints into Smiles!

I love this!! We should all strive to be more like this!!

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This morning I awoke to the typical buzz of my alarm clock echoing through my room. Rolling across the bed, I frantically waved my hand through the black hole of an eternal space until, finally, it came into contact with the “off” button. Ahhh, silence! I dressed, then found my way downstairs to the coffee pot.

As I walked into the kitchen it was clean, dishes were done. “Bet Sis did that last night,” I thought, remembering that my sister had stayed the night and had mentioned something about doing the dishes on my way to bed the night before.

I walked over to our coffee pot, which is temporarily on top of the microwave until we get the rest of our counters built. There was coffee residue covering the top of the microwave and dripping down the sides. Old coffee spills sprinkled with coffee grounds and topped with a…

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Welcome To The World, Karley Marie!

My baby brother is 9 years younger than me, we were always very close and I love him very much.  He and his beautiful wife have an amazing 7 year old who is my princess.  17 days ago, they brought another little princess into this world.  This was to be a wonderful day that so many of us looked forward to, Karley Marie was born, beautiful and loved!

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Soon after she was born, she started turning blue.  The doctors said she had some fluid on her lungs due to being born via c-section and she would be just fine.

The next thing we knew, they were gearing up to fly her to Kosair Children’s Hospital in Louisville, Ky.  They had done a chest x-ray and found out that she actually had been born with Congenital Diaphragmatic Hernia (CDH).  This is a very dangerous condition in which there is a hole in the diaphragm, allowing intestines and sometimes other abdominal organs to herniate into the chest cavity.  This can take up room meant for the lungs and cause them to not develop properly, sometimes not at all.  We were told she only had a 50/50 chance of survival.  Of course, I start researching this and found out that some babies with very little functioning lung tissue survive, while others with no lung damage at all do not and there’s no real way of knowing which babies will pull through and which will not.  It was a feeling that I, as wordy as I am, can’t find the words to describe.

Karley underwent surgery at just 2 days old.  The doctor’s said it could take up to 4 hours to perform, they were done in 45 minutes!  We were told that this had to have happened very late in the pregnancy, there was very little damage to her lung and only needed stitches to repair the hole in her diaphragm, instead of a mesh that is sometimes used.  She is a fighter!  She recovered and healed very quickly.  As of now, the doctor’s don’t expect any long-term issues associated with this.  What a little miracle!  I say she just needed to make a grand entrance, a little diva just like her big sister!

Karley is home with her family now and doing great!  She was in Kosair for 13 days, it could have been much worse and I’m so thankful things have turned out the way they have!

While she was in the hospital, my brother and his wife stayed in the Ronald McDonald house.  I don’t know if any of you have ever needed this, or has known anyone who has, but this is a wonderful charity and I am now a big supporter!  The doctor’s and nurse’s that took care of Karley, along with the wonderful people at the Ronald McDonald house are true blessings to so many scared families.  I feel like I owe them all a huge amount that I could never repay!  Thanks to them, God, and a very determined and tough little girl, I now have the pleasure of enjoying my nieces for a very long time!

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If you would like to learn more about the hospital or the Ronald McDonald House Charities, please check out the links below.  They are truly wonderful!

Ronald McDonald House Charities

Kosair Children’s Hospital

Is the Church Like ‘The Walking Dead’? — Charisma Magazine

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Millions of Americans (myself included) have been tuning into AMC’s The Walking Dead on Sunday nights. The show is so popular it even has an after show called The Talking Dead, for those who need to relive the last episode for another 45 minutes!

I don’t love the blood and guts, but the characters and storylines have drawn me in.

Rick Grimes (the main character) and the rest of his zombie-fighting crew have found themselves in extreme conditions as they fight for survival. These unimaginable circumstances have instantly turned their friendships into relationships that feel and look like family.

Let’s just say you don’t want to encounter them in a dark alley!

Read more here:
Is the Church Like ‘The Walking Dead’? — Charisma Magazine.

Are You Smarter Than A 3RD Grader??

Apparently not..

So, a couple of weeks ago when I realized my 8th grader would be taking pre-algebra this year, I was actually excited!  Yes, the nerd in me came out full bloom.  I always loved algebra, and was pretty good at it.  Of course, he hasn’t needed my help much at all, to my dismay..

My 3rd grader on the other hand…  Not so lucky.  He has these flash cards he has to study for his math vocabulary test coming up.  As moms do, I was attempting to help him but it was the first time studying these and he didn’t know them much at all.  This meant I had to explain to him what it meant, and help him find a way to remember the definitions.  This was going quite well, until we came to this:

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What??  What does that even mean??  How could I explain this to my son if I didn’t have a clue what it meant myself??  So I turned to Google, an act that I’ve gotten quite familiar with since helping my oldest with homework when he was in elementary.

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Seriously?  Luckily they had a link to examples..

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You’ve got to be kidding me?!?!?  Why the hell didn’t they just say estimating or rounding?  Could they not have put that little hint on the back of the flash card?  All of the others had examples, why not this one?  This was quite a few minutes we’ll never get back.  Searching Google just to help my 3rd grader with his homework, suddenly I’m not feeling very intelligent.

In my opinion, the way they taught us math all those years ago worked quite well.. Why did they have to go changing the way they teach now?  All these weird definitions and don’t get me started on the methods they use to solve problems these days!  That’s a whole other post in itself!

Why I Am a Pro-Life Nut

What a beautiful post!! Thank you so much for sharing your story.

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Warning: This is a LONG post, but I hope it is worth it. I would break it up into two, but it needs to be said at once. It is my personal story, about which many people in my past know part of, but don’t know the whole.  Again, it is MY PERSONAL STORY, so you can come away thinking whatever opinion you want to when I am done, but it won’t change my truth.

Funnily enough, when I was a teenager, I was passionately Pro-Choice. I even won a debate about it once and felt all proud and progressive…but God has a way of knocking you on your butt when you get too high and mighty. He bonked me right on the head, I assure you.

There are three reasons I am pro-life.

1: I am a Christian–A Catholic Christian at that, so by default, I believe in respecting…

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WILL GOD EVER LOVE ME AGAIN?

Another beautiful post from a wonderful blogger! Please check it out and leave your comments on her page..

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Can you even be a Christian after having an abortion?

This is one of the hardest walks in my faith that I have ever taken.

It is time, to take you on that walk with me….

But, before we discuss that, there is one thing that we need to get out of the way. This is NOT a discussion about religion. I am a Christian. I believe in God. End of that story.

If you are not a Christian, guess what? I love you anyway, because, that’s what Christians are supposed to do.

I couldn’t care less if you don’t believe what I believe. That’s the magic of religion, we get to choose, and none of us are wrong. What I believe is right, because that is what I believe. As is, what you believe. It is right, for the individual. I believe that as a Christian it is not…

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I Killed HIS Baby.

This is a beautiful story, and one that needs to be heard many times throughout the world!!  Please take your time to read this, without passing judgement.  If you have encouraging words for this blogger, please leave them on the original post.

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I have come across the inspiration, again, to write about something that is extremely hard for me to write. It is real. It is painful. It is something that I am scared to tell you about.

It is a secret that I have kept for too long. It is a secret, that deserves to be shared. Hopefully, hopefully you can look past what I have done, and hear the message behind what I have learned.

As hard as this is, I know it needs to be done. My actions have directly caused the pain of one man in this world, and that’s not fair. My not talking about it, indirectly causes the pain of every single man in this world, that is just like this one man that I hurt so badly.

My courage to speak up. The small amount of courage that I have mustered up, is completely thanks…

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Reaching Out to the World

What fun!!  Please comment on the original post, keep this going!

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Welcome. I see you’re from Earth. That’s great, because I want to have visitors from all over the world. So, here’s what I’d like to do. It’s my Reaching Out to the World Project.

CIA_WorldFactBook-Political_world.pdfI’m sure you’re from somewhere on that map. Well, I’d like you to do a few simple things for this project. It’s really easy.

First, leave a comment on this post saying which country you’re originally from.

Second, share this post on Twitter, Facebook, Google+, Pinterest, Reddit, and so on. Reblog if you like.

Third, and this is optional, tell your international blogger friends about this post, and ask them to leave a comment.

Easy, isn’t it?  I’ll update the countries that are represented here in a list below. I’d love to see blogs from all over the world. Everyone has a unique perspective. So, if you’re interested, then leave your comment…

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Sculptor’s moving tribute to autism struggle – CNN.com

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via Sculptor’s moving tribute to autism struggle – CNN.com.

Fourteen-year-old Louis had suffered seizures almost all his life, but this time he wouldn’t wake up.

“I witnessed my mother holding his lifeless body in her arms,” Dumon recalls of that traumatic day at her family’s home in Switzerland 12 years ago.

Such a beautiful story, and some amazing art!!  You can see the whole story at the link above.

The Day My Daughter Discovered I’m White — The Coffeelicious — Medium

This is a truly beautiful story!  I hope you take the time to visit the page and enjoy it as well!

My youngest daughter was adopted from the Massachusetts foster care system. She’s a beautiful, African American girl with huge brown eyes that smile 90% of the time — except when she’s being sarcastic, and even then she makes me laugh.

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A Time For Everything: Release Day!!

11401182_837765276306331_6453564451196929740_nAfter losing her husband and only child to the ravages of the Civil War, twenty-five-year-old Portia McAllister is drowning in grief. When she sees an ad for a live-in tutor in another town, she leaves everything behind in hopes of making a fresh start. But as a Confederate widow in a Union household, she is met with resentment from her new charge and her employer, war veteran Beau Stanford.
Despite their differences, she and Beau find common ground and the stirrings of a second chance at love—until his late wife’s cousin, Lydia, arrives with her sights set on him. Burdened with a farm on the brink of bankruptcy, Beau is tempted by Lydia’s hefty dowry, though Portia has captured his heart.
In another time and another place, his choice would be easy. But love seems impossible amid the simmering chaos of Reconstruction that could boil over at any moment into an all-out battle for survival. Will Beau and Portia find their way into each other’s arms, or will they be swept away by raging forces beyond their control?

My Review

I’ve read this book twice now, once in Beta formatting and now in ARC.
When I first read the blurb, I really wasn’t so sure I’d like it.  I never thought I would be into historical romance, but I do know Mysti’s work and have loved everything of hers that I’ve read (and that’s quite a bit).
This story had me from the get-go!  I was in tears after the epilogue.  It focuses on the struggles of post civil war in the south.  The characters in this book are very colorful and have back stories that add so much layer to them, not one of them comes off as flat or unentertaining.  The author put a lot of effort and research into creating a book that is not only historically accurate, but also so intriguing that you don’t want to put it down.  A story like this could so easily come off as too wide of a stretch to the imagination, but Mysti Parker pulls it off flawlessly!
This book is a must read for anyone into historical, civil war, or any type of romance stories!

A Time for Everything is out now!!!  You can buy it here.
Mysti has written numerous other books in other genres as well, including sci-fy/fantasy romance and childrens books!  Please check out all of her other books here.

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A Time For Everything, by Mysti Parker

11401182_837765276306331_6453564451196929740_nAfter losing her husband and only child to the ravages of the Civil War, twenty-five-year-old Portia McAllister is drowning in grief. When she sees an ad for a live-in tutor in another town, she leaves everything behind in hopes of making a fresh start. But as a Confederate widow in a Union household, she is met with resentment from her new charge and her employer, war veteran Beau Stanford.
Despite their differences, she and Beau find common ground and the stirrings of a second chance at love—until his late wife’s cousin, Lydia, arrives with her sights set on him. Burdened with a farm on the brink of bankruptcy, Beau is tempted by Lydia’s hefty dowry, though Portia has captured his heart.
In another time and another place, his choice would be easy. But love seems impossible amid the simmering chaos of Reconstruction that could boil over at any moment into an all-out battle for survival. Will Beau and Portia find their way into each other’s arms, or will they be swept away by raging forces beyond their control?

I’ve read this book twice now, once in Beta formatting and now in ARC.
When I first read the blurb, I really wasn’t so sure I’d like it.  I never thought I would be into historical romance, but I do know Mysti’s work and have loved everything of hers that I’ve read (and that’s quite a bit).
This story had me from the get-go!  I was in tears after the epilogue.  It focuses on the struggles of post civil war in the south.  The characters in this book are very colorful and have back stories that add so much layer to them, not one of them comes off as flat or unentertaining.  The author put a lot of effort and research into creating a book that is not only historically accurate, but also so intriguing that you don’t want to put it down.  A story like this could so easily come off as too wide of a stretch to the imagination, but Mysti Parker pulls it off flawlessly!
This book is a must read for anyone into historical, civil war, or any type of romance stories!

A Time for Everything comes out on July 7, 2015, but you can pre-order it here.
Mysti has written numerous other books in other genres as well, including sci-fy/fantasy romance and childrens books!  Please check out all of her other books here.

You can follow Mysti here:
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#WW: Can We Stop Hating on E.L. James and Stephenie Meyer?

Come on people, can we stop the hate please??

Shannon A Thompson

Can We Stop Hating on E.L. James and Stephenie Meyer?

Seriously. Are we over it yet? Surely, we can find something better to do by now—like talking about authors you love instead of the ones you hate.

I get it. I do. A lot of people had issues with the content of these stories, and they feel that they must express what was wrong with it and why. Don’t get me wrong. I deeply support you stating your opinion. What I don’t support is things like this:

The Twitter Live Chat with ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ author E.L. James Did Not Go Well. But since this article shows the “nicer” tweets, try going to Twitter and typing in #AskELJames. It’s horrendous.

There is a time and a place and a way to talk about what you disagree with and what you dislike. Take this article, for instance. Instead of bombarding…

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Don’t Miss This Great Book!!

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COMING July 7: Confederate soldier Jake McAllister never came home, shot down behind Union lines in the Battle of Nashville, so Portia never had the chance to ask him about what he experienced. Even though Beau had fought for the enemy, she asked him what it was like, and this is what he said…

Pre-order this award-winning historical romance for just $0.99:http://www.amazon.com/A-Time-Everything-Mysti-…/…/B00ZFUKEC4

I’ve read this book and I can say it’s great!  I will be posting a review close to release time!  Hurry and pre-order it now!

Why the Word of God Hurts

Well said!!
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HarsH ReaLiTy

The word of god is not carried with the weight of Jesus. It is sent in a direction with the force of the human hand or voice behind it. The word of God is not about hate. Humans are about hate and creating the walls God never intended to be created. In most cases religion is the cause of why God hurts so much. And that is just not right.

Have you ever been slapped in the face with a prayer? Have you ever been hit on the head with a bible? The word of God hurts literally in both cases. One is the physical pain of contact and the shock of the moment. The other is an inner pain of judgement, a judgement that should never take place according to the very book that is being used. Christians are the most judgmental creatures on this planet. They judge because they…

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Billionaire Gets 4 MONTHS For Sexually Assaulting 12-Year-Old Because He’s ‘Productive’

This has got to be one of the most disturbing things I’ve read in a long time!!  Here you go, people, this is what’s wrong with the world today!!

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Stop Thinking There’s Something Wrong with You

Some very beautiful words..  I wish kids could see this about themselves instead of growing up with ill-conceived notions about who they are, then maybe all of the bullying would stop!

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Stop Thinking There’s Something Wrong with You.

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Day Two: A Room with a View

I’m trying my hand at this Writing 101 thing.  I missed out on Day 1, so I’ll do that privately, but here’s my attempt at day two.  Today’s Prompt: If you could zoom through space in the speed of light, what place would you go to right now?

Wishful Imaginings

I’m sitting in my office, staring blankly at my computer screen.  My children are on spring break, but instead of taking them somewhere fun, my husband and I have to work.  My days away from them are filled with texts with my older child and thoughts about how they are doing.  Are they having a good time?  Are they being good.  Do they need me?  I find myself concentrating on them strongly, picturing the scene of what they must be up to at this particular time.

Suddenly, I’m there, in the house watching, invisibly at first, their every move.  It’s as if in a dream, like a fly on the way. Suddenly they look up and not even trying to hide the excitement on their faces, they yell “hi Mom!”  My mind starts spinning, how did I get here?  Did I just completely forget the rest of my day at work?  I look at the clock and realize that something very strange is going on, for I should be at work for another three hours!  The realization of what has just happened starts to sink in and I can’t decide if it’s real or if I’ve nodded off at my desk, but I honestly don’t care!  All that matters to me is that it’s spring break and somehow I’ve been given a chance to make at least this day the very best possible.  I begin to wonder if I can do it again, and can I take people with me?  Again, my mind and heart start racing with the possibilities of the day.

Quickly I embraced my babies in a warm, but firm, hug.  As I stand there with all the love a mother could ask for wrapped around me, I begin to picture my husband and how much better his day could be spent instead of the hard labor he’s surely enduring at this moment.  What could we all be doing?  How can we make the best of this new power, or dream if it is that?

We’ve been wanting to take the boys to Florida to see the ocean.  I remember my husband and I taking a weekend bike ride a couple of years ago.  That trip meant so much, it was exactly what we needed in that season of our marriage, and we’ve wanted to return so that our children could experience it as well.  I just start focusing on that beautiful beach, empty except for just a few little families like ours scattered around.  I concentrate so hard on this image in my head that I actually start to feel the moist heat surrounding me and realize that I must be about to suffocate the kids by now.  I slowly open my eyes to let them go and gasp.

What I see before me is a sight more beautiful than my mind had remembered.  I am now looking at my loving husband and our two beautiful boys, but in the background is the bluest beach I had ever seen.  I hear the waves gently crashing the shore and smell the salty, crisp air.  We’re all dressed for the beach and no one seems to question why or how we got there, except for me.  That all disappears as my kids go running for the water.

I decide to take a moment to sit on the warm sand and just take it all in.  The sky is perfectly clear, with just a couple of those fluffy, cotton ball type clouds dispersed here and there.  The sun is shining directly over-head, and as I look out to the water I can’t believe how breathtaking it all is.  The water is a deep turquoise blue, with just the perfect amount of white showing as the waves cap.  To the left, there is a boardwalk teaming with life.  There are people walking up and down, some just standing at the railing looking out into the vast sea in front of them and some taking pictures of the amazing scenes playing out before them.

As I look again for my family, I can see other families dotted along the coastline.  There are other children and just at the water’s edge I see my boys, playing with some other kids, building sandcastles and burying each other in the sand.  The looks on all of their faces can only be described as pure joy.  Suddenly, I notice a shadow moving over me, I look up and see my adoring husband as he offers me his hand and asks me to go for a swim.

The water is so warm and inviting, there are these tiny little fish that I see darting in and out of the sand beneath the crystal clear water.  I see stingrays swimming under the boardwalk, I even see a “Dory” fish.  As he wraps his now drenched and salty arms around me, all I can think is that I can’t imagine being happier than I am right at this moment.

All too soon, the sun starts it’s descent in the sky and we head away from the beach to see what there is to do.  It’s getting darker now and we see this huge ferris wheel lighting up the sky, it’s so large and imposing but at the same time casts such a warm glow about the area.  I see people all over and at first think it’s some type of fair set up right here at the beach, but then I realize that it’s actually just the cool summer night life of this small, but wonderful, beach town.  As the four of us are stopped at the top of the ferris wheel, looking out over the alive settings below us, I stop to thank God for this day.  This has been the best day for us as a family in so long and I never want it to end.

The next thing I know, I’m back at my desk, slightly chilly from the air conditioning.  As my senses catch up with me and the stark whiteness of the florescent lighting invade my sight, I realize that I had indeed nodded off.  Unfortunately, there are no amazing teleporting powers flowing through me; I can’t just whisk my family off to exotic lands and have amazing adventures with them on a whim…

Or can I???

To Whoever Invented the Phrase, “Real Women Have Curves” – Here’s a Heartfelt F*ck You (strong language used, obviously)

Here’s a wonderful post with a very uplifting point that should be embraced by all women, regardless of size or shape!

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Sam vs. The Angels

This is just beautiful!
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She was the kid who you passed in the hallway, but seconds later you couldn’t recall anything about. You might even doubt you saw her at all. You heard her name, you knew it, but there was no face with it. There was a blur, a shadow. That’s all she was, a silhouette. Each day fading more and more.
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Calling Wildfire in Gatlinberg — aLightningbug

Firefighters are struggling to put out wildfires in Gatlinberg and Sevier County, Tennessee tonight. High winds may return overnight after a calmer day. Sevier County includes the popular Great Smoky Mountains tourist spots Pidgeon Forge and Dollywood. The fires started last week. But a mix of dry weather and extreme winds last night spread flames […]

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