“We are young ~ Heartache to heartache we stand ~ No promises, no demands ~ Love is a battlefield…” ~ Pat Benatar ~ Love Is A Battlefield
The old song has been used time and again. whether it’s a throw back movie, a commercial, a girl rock band, or karaoke.
We’ve all heard it. It gets in your head.
My question, is WHY did the songwriter use LOVE? Out of everything that comes at you on a daily basis, why choose the word LOVE over the word LIFE? I believe there are people out there, as well as myself, that could better relate to a song that sung to the tune of, “Life is a battlefield…” better than the original . I mean, WHO doesn’t face battles in life, right?
This adventure that we call LIFE is so unpredictable, that we don’t know from one day to the next how to prepare. Do I go out today with an umbrella or a bullet proof vest? Should I put on my “bigger” girl panties or am I safe in just my “big” girl ones? When I am supposed to turn the “other cheek” which set should I offer? Talk about battlefield…
This battlefield of life is where the friends that you’ve had since forever become your enemy. Children are constantly bullied not only by other children but by adults. Kids and Teens are taking their own lives at an unforeseen rate due to the rise in bullying and nothing can be done about what can not be seen… Talk about battlefield…
Drugs that older street drugs are reappearing under new names, with higher usage and addiction rates. New drugs, which are targeted to teens, and the college age, young adult crowd, are made to look more enticing and fun than they used to. This is causing more overdoses and the ones that are becoming addicted to this stuff are your “normal, everyday” person. Chances are, that someone you are close to has tried these drugs or are using now. Talk about battlefield…
More preteens and teens are facing depression now than every before. Body image is thrown in their face everyday. It’s on TV, magazine, social media, catalogs, mannequins, videos, etc. Young people are starving themselves, cutting themselves, etc., because they think they are fat when they look perfectly fine. Some of the music that kids are listening to will increase these emotions. Their image, in their minds, is equal to their self worth, their ability to be loved, their attractiveness to the opposite sex. This all leads to depressive states which could trigger other things. Talk about battlefield…
I believe that Pat Benatar had a point with her hit “Love is a Battlefield”, but I also believe that she had it wrong. The battlefield of LIFE has definitely surpassed any type of battlefield that Love has.
Ever set out to do something, and know that you have set way too high expectations for yourself, but you try to do it anyway?
On July 31st, we left our home in Southern California for vacation. It was supposed to be a 2 week trip. We drove to visit family and friends in Kentucky and Tennessee first. That’s where I was reunited with Karen, Emily, and Judye for the first time in over 15 years along with everyone else that I love and miss dearly in my hometown. After 5 days there, we drove up to where our family will be moving in a few months, Pennsylvania. We were supposed to spend about a week there.
This is where I laugh. Because that was my plan, but not God’s plan.
We were in Pennsylvania for 4 weeks. When you add our week traveling before that, we were away from home for 5 weeks. Thank goodness I over packed! My husband’s employers took really good care of us and made it a very enjoyable time. I almost didn’t want to come home, except we kind of need to pack so we can move there permanently. I cannot wait to return.
During all of this, I did not have steady internet let alone time to tend to the blog. In the beginning I really tried. I thought I’d be able to keep up. After the 3rd week, I realized it just wasn’t going to happen and gave up.
I truly believe that God allowed for our trip to be so long and undistracted so that I would fall in love with the area we are moving to.
Isn’t it amazing how God does things? Circumstances happen, and we think they are too simple or mundane for God to have planned them, but really, He is in every little thing. Which causes me to wonder, why don’t we include Him in every little thing? I mean right down to trimming fingernails and pouring a cup of coffee. He’s protecting us from slipping and cutting our finger or burning ourselves, after all. Okay, now I’m rambling, and I’m sure you got the point…
While on this trip, there were a lot of little discussions that led to one big decision.
For some time, we have attempted to monetize this blog. Keyword: Attempted. I’ve read books, gone to conferences, taken online classes, etc. on how to monetize a blog to the point that it was weird that Raising Sticky Hands To Heaven wasn’t making more than a couple of dollars every few months. Now, in my heart I knew it was because God never intended for there to be a profit, but we didn’t want a profit. We just wanted to cover the costs of the blog itself, so I thought what we were doing was okay.
Now, I am not saying that ministry blogs should not be monetizing. I am saying that for whatever reason, that was not what God wanted here.
One day God’s voice came across loud and clear that monetization would have to stop. It was only a few minutes after that a very kind and generous person unexpectedly committed themselves to covering our yearly blog costs. Thank you, Jesus and person who I shall keep anonymous! THANK YOU!
This means no more ads. No more affiliate links. No more of me stressing over if I sound like a late night infomercial pitchman because it does not come to me naturally. YAY for you, YAY for me!
We will still continue to have giveaways and such, but it will be like it always has been: Either donated by the company or compiled by myself and/or other contributors of Raising Sticky Hands To Heaven. Which brings us to…
We have so much going on behind the scenes at the moment that I feel like my head is spinning just trying to think of a way to tell you all without giving too much away.
We definitely intend to continue the pregnancy series that we started at the beginning of the summer. Next week we will be participating in the #IAmYourVoice campaign, a way to bring awareness and help refugees in Iraq and Syria, where Christians are being persecuted. This week brings the day of encouragement, and you know Emily always has something fun for that. Since we missed our Blogiversary in August, we will soon be giving away a certain movie about Christian Moms that is rather popular… 😉 I will be posting every Friday as a co-host of A Look At The Book‘s “A Group Look” linky. (I was supposed to begin a month ago, but the sweet ladies that also host/co-host there have been so understanding of our trip continually being extended.) The list goes on and on…
So be sure to follow us in one way or another so that you don’t miss out on anything. Email, RSS, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, etc etc etc… And remember, we are always available to pray with/for you, so never hesitate to ask.
In March my Nana was called home. She lived a glorious God filled life. I know where she is, and I know I will see her again. The following is mostly how I felt & what my emotions were.
Today I heard the doxology.
Praise God from whom all blessings flow! Praise Him all creatures here below! Praise Him above all ye heavenly hosts! Praise Father, Son & Holy Ghost!! Amen!
The doxology was one of the first “Christian” things I learned. It holds a special place in my heart. I want to praise God for everything good & bad.
Today my Nana died. For awhile I was angry at God. I didn’t get home in time to be with her, to say goodbye, to tell her I love her. It took us 22 hours to get home. I thought a lot in those 22 hours. I cried a lot in those 22 hours. I praised God a lot in those 22 hours. The phone was put on the speaker and I said my final words to Nana. I told her how much I love her, how much I would miss her. How much B,M,S & E love her & will miss her. I told her to hug Jesus for me when she got to Heaven & hug my Gren (grandfather) I told her how sorry I was I didn’t make it home. I remember just telling her how much I love her, how sorry I was & I would see her in Heaven.
The days have been long, but they have also been encouraging. I’ve enjoyed reconnecting with family & remembering Nana. It’s been difficult. I get overwhelmed & cry easily. I am selfish. I live 22 hours away from all of my family. I miss living near my family. I should have been here to help care for Nana. I should have been there when she died. I should have been there for my dad & sisters…. I should have….
Monday is Nana’s wake. Tons of people will come through offer condolences & cry, laugh & tell stories.
Tuesday is her funeral. I will cry. I will think how unfair it is. I will know she is in Heaven, with Jesus. I will rejoice & praise God knowing she is not in pain, she is with her Savior.
On Easter we didn’t go to church to celebrate the joyous resurrection of our Savior Jesus. We went to the ocean and talked about Nana. It was cold and windy. I don’t really remember exactly how cold it was, looking at the pictures I see how cold really we were. Nana has always known where she would go when she died. I believe God gave me (us) this time together to cry, live, understand each other just a little more.
As sad as I am, I also rejoice.
Flash forward a week….
Nana’s wake was beautiful. 200 people came to offer condolences and morn with us. I grew closer to my aunt & understand my Dad a little more. Watching my children mourn was very difficult. Emma was very emotional. Sophia was emotionally shut off. Melissa, my oldest daughter, took on a mom role for her younger sisters. I was taking care of my dad & aunt. I also have a son, Brian, he is 25 & he is lost.
I don’t remember a whole lot about her funeral, here are a few memories I will cherish…Before Nana’s funeral we prayed as a family. My Dad, who does not believe, led us in prayer. It was such a beautiful moment that my family shared. My Dad, my Aunt, my children, & sister stood in a circle holding hands & praying. Funny, I don’t remember the words he said, but they were Godly.
Once we got to the church and the men in our family carried Nana’s casket into the church & we walked her down the aisle, the church organist started playing “How great thou art”. My Sophia finally cried. She held onto my arm and we walked, tears freely flowing. We sat down and the priest spoke of Nana, told stories, remembered how if anyone needed prayer Nana was the one to ask, she prayed faithfully everyday. Then came time to read the prayers of the faithful. That was my job. I can hear the priest saying Lou’s oldest granddaughter, Danielle. I can see myself walking up to the pulpit. I feel myself taking that deep breath and looking at the paper I am supposed to read. I look down and I see that whoever typed the prayers out has written the wrong name on the paper & all I can think is please don’t say the wrong name!! I take a deep breath, all that comes out is my tears & my grief. I cry through the first prayer. I paused for what seemed like hours, which in fact was only maybe 30 seconds and I hear footsteps. I look up & Sophia is standing by my side holding my hand. I continue reading the prayers, crying & at that point, where Sophia is holding my hand & I am crying & reading. I no longer care that I’m sobbing while reading. I would not have been able to get through reading if Sophia hadn’t been there holding my hand. We walk back hand in hand tears in our eyes. It was a beautiful bonding moment I will cherish for the rest of my life.
My Dad walked up to the pulpit to speak about his Mom. I remember him talking about growing up and Nana always cooking. I remember him talking about Nana’s last night on this earth. Nana was partially in a coma at this point and one of my aunts or my step mom made her a drink, a highball, they put some of it on a sponge and she opened her eyes and smiled and said yum. My Dad talked of how much love nana had for everyone and then he too broke down, he came back to his seat.
After the funeral there was a meal, after the meal we went back to my Aunt’s home & talked more. There are so many more things that happened in those 2 weeks we were home. I am comforted in knowing that someday I will see my Nana again & we will be with Jesus next time.
1 For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:2 a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; 3 a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; 4 a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; 5 a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; 6 a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; 7 a time to tear, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; 8 a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace.
Grace & Peace to you!
mess- a.) a disordered, untidy, offensive, or unpleasant state or condition b.) one that is disordered, untidy, offensive, or unpleasant usually because of blundering, laxity, or misconduct
A few weeks ago, a sweet man in our church who used to detail vehicles offered to bless my husband and I by cleaning our car. Now let me just remind you that I have 4 and 5 year old girls. My car was a mess! Do any of you moms know what it’s like to have yogurt (yes, yogurt!) smeared on your car window? Well, I do! :/ I know, I know, I’m the only one with messy children.
This brother from church returned our car and he did an amazing job! It looked brand new! Keep in mind, it has only been a few weeks, and I have 4 and 5 year old girls. Today we’re riding through town and I say, “Girls, I’m very upset with the way my car is looking right now. Bro. Willie just cleaned it and did such a good job. It makes me sad that it’s looking like this.” They had dumped puzzle pieces in the seat, left trash in the floor, had toys that needed to be brought in, etc. I went on to explain to them that when we got home, they were going to have to straighten the car up again.
Adah, my precious 4 year old, replies to my gentle ranting with, “Sorry, Charlie. I don’t know why we’re so messy.”
My first instinct was to just simply shake my head. I mean, how else do you respond to that?? But that’s when I realized, life is all about making messes. As humans, we make one mess right after the other, a never ending cycle. The messes we make, however, are not what matters. What matters is how we handle those messes. Do we let them pile up, higher and higher, with rotten stenches seeping out? Or do we do the best we can to clean the mess up and get it out of the way?
I finally replied, “Sorry, Charlie, but we can’t help making messes in life. That’s why you’re so messy. And sorry, Charlie, but you have to clean those messes up. You can’t just leave them there.”
When we stopped, I got out and helped them clean up the trash, gather the toys and get rid of the mess. I originally intended, to hand them the trash bag and make them do it themselves, but then I decided to show mercy and help. That’s just what our loving heavenly Father does for His children. He understands that we were born into flesh and that making messes is human nature. And just like I, as a mother, expected my girls to clean up their messes, God expects us to straighten up our lives. Even better? If we sincerely turn to Him for help, He’ll show us grace and mercy, too.
Today we have a guest post by my dear friend, Sandra Moffatt. Now residing in Hawaii, she is a wife, mother, grandmother, minister, author, and friend among many other things. Today she posted this status on Facebook. I was actually just about to message her to ask if I could share it with all of you that read our blog when she sent me a request to do just that. For more information on her book, Stick and Stones, please visit Amazon.com.
KEEP THAT BOX!
Ever LIVED in Hawaii?!
Oh, I know many TRAVEL to our islands for a GREAT getaway! For the locals though…. we SHIP WHEN WE SHOP! We buy a LOT online and ship to Hawaii or the Mainland. Anything with a “dot com is our friend here! 🙂
So, this morning I am looking at empty boxes. My first thought!?
DO NOT THROW THAT BOX AWAY!
What can I ship in that box!?
In other words, what some deem as throwaway we see as GREATLY VALUED!
Funny how our children at Christmas would sometimes PLAY with THE BOX their gift came in almost as much as the gift!
ONE LIFE, LIKE THE BOXES piled in my entry this morning, may “seem” EMPTY. May “seem” USED UP. Yet, look again…
ONE LIFE …
is overflowing with GREAT VALUE!
Just like the box in my entry this morning… There are SO many ways we will miss the BEAUTY from the “little boxes” that… “would have been” in Newtown, Connecticut!
May we never look at a person again without realizing the PRICELESS VALUE of ONE SINGLE LIFE!
LIFE… It’s a lot like the box in my entry.
DON’T THROW THAT BOX AWAY!
Written in honored memory of those who lost their lives in Newtown, Connecticut. Heaven has gladly received “each package” safely! Thank You, Lord!
13 Come now, you who say, Today or tomorrow we will go to such and such a city, spend a year there, buy and sell, and make a profit;14 whereas you do not know what will happen tomorrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapor that appears for a little time and then vanishes away.15 Instead you ought to say, If the Lord wills, we shall live and do this or that.
Within the last few weeks I’ve known quite a few people who have had loved ones pass away. Time slipped away so quickly. Some were old aged, but some were not. At the same time, I’ve had a few close friends that have been diagnosed with serious conditions.
All of this is brought many things to light for me. For one: Death knows no age. I’ve known this for years, but it seems every few years something happens to remind me that no one is exempt. As James said, life is but a vapor and we are not guaranteed tomorrow. Second: What are my priorities and what am I putting first?
Lately I’ve been TOO busy. My pastor noticed this before I did. She asked me one evening, “Do you ever say no?” “No” I replied, and we giggled. Don’t get me wrong, I love doing things for others and helping them. I am in no way complaining nor will I stop doing this. But sometimes, I need to just stop and focus on my family. I realized this a few weeks ago after my two year old son came running up to me with his arms out for me to hold him. “Just a second chubby cherub. Mommy is really busy.” Suddenly, like a slap in the face, a still small voice inside of me said “Busy doing what?” Hmm… Nothing is as important to me as my children. What could I possibly be doing that is keeping me too busy? Then the second slap to the other side of my metaphorical face “I’m doing this to God, too.” Ouch.
When life is over, will I be remembered for the fact that I made aprons? No. If I actually got my house to look perfect and kept it that way, will I feel achieved in Heaven? Not at all. When it’s all said and done, all that matters is that I served an almighty God and raised children with integrity who knew without a doubt their mother loved them and would drop anything for them in their time of need.
I’m not saying that any of us should let our homes go, stop doing things for others, sit back and let life fall apart just to snuggle with the kids a little longer. But by all means, stop and smell the roses! Enjoy those babies while they’re young! Play a board game with the older kids. Make your husband’s favorite meal just because. Plan a date night beyond his expectations and show him you love him. And if today’s to do list doesn’t get done, don’t sweat it. Trust me, it’ll be there tomorrow.
A special thank you to my dear friend, Rena, for her inspiration in writing this post.
In life, we are faced with many decisions. Some are very hard. Others are simple. In the time of the hard decisions, we usually find ourselves in turmoil. Restlessness, stress, confusion, and unsurity of yourself.
We are supposed to go to Christ in all things and not depend upon our own heart or mind; for our hearts can be desperately wicked. When you make the right decision with God, you feel total peace about it. When you have made the wrong decision, you feel the weight and the pressure from not following God’s divine leading.
So if you find yourself in the midst of life changing choices, let God take the lead and do not lean on the understanding of your own heart. Things will go A LOT better.
Ever feel like God has plucked you up from where you were and put you in a completely different place? Somewhere unfamiliar, exciting, scary, and wonderful?
That’s my life. Right now.
Every aspect of my life has changed in the last few months. I’m a completely different person. My priorities are different than the were. My dreams have changed.
Everything. Has. Changed.
I am not at all who I was. (All good things, don’t worry!)
Months ago I stated that I felt as though I was expecting. And here it is, the birth of the new life God has for me. But what’s next? And can I handle all of this?
I know he’s not done, so I’m hoping he gives me a little confidence in all of this. Right now, I’m a wee bit overwhelmed. Mostly with excitement, but overwhelmed none the less.
A new season has come, and another has gone. One thing I do know: God has it all under control and knows what he is doing. So I just need to shut up, listen, and do what he says.
Trust, what a concept, huh?
11 For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope.12 Then you will call upon Me and go and pray to Me, and I will listen to you.13 And you will seek Me and find Me, when you search for Me with all your heart.14 I will be found by you, says the Lord, and I will bring you back from your captivity; I will gather you from all the nations and from all the places where I have driven you, says the Lord, and I will bring you to the place from which I cause you to be carried away captive.
Jeremiah 29:11-14 NKJV
Ever have a dream you know you will never live? A dream just placed in a jar with all the other dreams that are unreachable? I’m not talking about something you may want in life, but know it’s unattainable… Most dreams are that way anyway. But one so close. So real. That’s the dream I’m speaking of.
What stands in our way of making that dream come to life? Is it fear, failure, or just plain negligence on our part for not reaching out hard enough to make that dream come true? Your dream could just be a place or someone you want and know is impossible to have. You still know deep down inside it’s never going to be. There’s a hidden pain that stays with that dream that only you and God knows. And next to it is sorrow for him having to tell you it’s untouchable. If this was just a dream from sleeping you could just wake yourself up, shake it off, go on with life, and face reality again.
Someone asked recently:
“What has God done for you lately?”
God has done a lot for me, so I feel selfish knowing I have dreams that will never be attained. But to lie and say I don’t want those dreams would be lying to my heart and to God.
And lately? I have beat myself up enough, so deep inside, in my heart anyway. I’m going to be honest with him and myself. If nothing is hidden from him then how can I expect him not to know my every thought and dream?
Who knows? Maybe someday God will line everything up and make those dreams reachable. Until then, I will keep them between him and myself, hidden right here in my heart. Untouchable by anyone else. It’s like our own little secret, between the two of us.
Originally written by Diania on June 23, 2010