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ByAngie

Sticky Hands: Out Of The Mouths Of Babes

I was recently discussing this topic with a friend who stated that, long story short, her little girl lead her to having a relationship with Jesus.

I cannot emphasize enough just how cool I believe this really is!!!

Little did I know that my little guy was going to be used, once again, to minister to me. You may remember that on Monday I posted about taking a leap of faith and how God spoke to me by watching Tommy jump off the couch.

Well, fast forward to this morning. I’m stressed. I’m scared. I’m worried. My Dad is going in for another surgery tomorrow. I’ve been praying all morning for peace. I went in to do some dishes when I heard my son sing “Hahahahahahaha” as in the verse from “The Joy Of The Lord Is My Strength”. I couldn’t help but grin a little.

“Why didn’t I think of that? Duh Angie!”

Needless to say, I’ve been singing it for the last couple of hours.

What about you? How have your children ministered to you lately?

 

ByAngie

Sticky Hands: Update!

Worshiping... or more likely just really comfortable.

Sorry, but I’m going to do a little bragging in this post… I’m really hoping I don’t come across as rude, a jerk, or proud too proudful…

Since a little before I began this blog, as I mentioned in my “Why So Sticky?“, I’ve been just stopping when I feel the need and praising. I pray with my children more. I sing when the mood hits. I make it clear before them that Mommy is in love with Jesus and that it is a good thing to be. That praise does not have to be hidden. In fact, it shouldn’t be. That time for quiet prayer and Bible reading is not always allotted, so to pray where you are and read when you can.

I know, she's not really praying. I promise I'm not one of those moms who says my kid talks at 1 month old.

Immediately I saw a change in them. But these last few weeks they’ve taken me by surprise. My 2 year old, who rarely speaks unless he’s in the mood, talks quite a bit about Jesus. He even sings, “Jesus” when playing with his toys. My 3 1/2 year old prays for just about anything. I even once had him come up to me randomly and say “Thank Jesus, Mommy!” The cutest is when he uses the 4 month old’s jumper as a “Microphone” and sings songs about the Lord.

This has been quite a motivator for me. To know that they are learning more by my actions has me thinking, “Hmm, I need to do this more…” and more importantly… “I should probably do less of some of this other stuff…”

How about you? Have you taken the Sticky Hands Challenge? If so, what changes and impressions have you seen?

ByDiania

If We All Pull Together

How many of you remember that little song with the big meaning from your childhood, the one that only had a few repeated choruses about pulling together and how happy we’d be? I think we learn more from our younger years then we even realize, we take little songs and apply them to simple little things without having thought about that little tune since childhood.

Pulling together is the very importance of Christianity, getting the impossible done when it almost seems impossible, raising funds for children you will never meet, but knowing they will be blessed from something you and a handful of others felt led to do.

Pulling together somehow keeps the joy in your heart, the smile on your face and the skip in your walk. Age holds no barrier to helping, God can and will use any one who applies for the job. You just have to be willing. No paper work or application necessary, and you get full benefits with a vacation package your sure to be happy with when you reach paradise…

Today I watched everyone pull together, the job got done and I thank God for letting me be a part of such a wonderful group of Christians, SO IF WE ALL PULL TOGETHER, TOGETHER, TOGETHER, IF WE ALL PULL TOGETHER THE HAPPIER WE’LL BE……

 

 

ByAngie

Sticky Hands: I :Heart: My Crock Pot

Once upon a time I cooked. A lot.

Were it not for my husband this last year, our kitchen would look like this... Easily...

Then I became pregnant with my 5th child. For about 1 year now my poor husband has been running our kitchen. He works all day and then comes home and makes dinner most nights.

I hate it.

Don’t get me wrong, the man can seriously cook. I mean really well too. Some of the best food I’ve ever had! But it’s supposed to be MY job, and I really miss that.

Now that my baby is nearly 4 months old, I’ve been able to take the kitchen back little by little. One way I’ve been doing this is no surprise to those who know me well. My Crock Pot! (Okay, Crock Pots. I have 2…) I can throw dinner in and go on to play with the kids and teach their lessons and maybe even clean a little while dinner prepares itself. Then after, the clean up is simple!

Today I have pork chops covered in cream of mushroom soup and ketchup cooking. I know, sounded disgusting to me too, but I caved and made it another time and it wasn’t bad! Kinda good, actually!

Given that I’m homeschooling and dealing with an infant, I need to rely on my Crock Pot at least 1 or 2 days a week. I’m so happy that it has become trendy again, because now recipes are easier to find! I love making soups, roasts, pasta dishes, dressing, casseroles, meats, taco meat etc… There can never be too many Crock Pot recipes!

So what about you? What is your favorite dish for the slow cooker? Do you have a favorite book or website for recipes? Let’s share!

ByAngie

Sticky Hands: When Mom Is Sick

As a mother, you are the main care taker of your household. When those in your family are sick or injured, it is up to YOU to take the reigns and nurse them back to health, right?

But who takes care of us moms when WE are sick? More importantly, who takes care of the family?

Whoever said being a mother is not a full time job was out of their mind, quite frankly. There is no vacation time, no sick days, and NO retirement. The rewards make it all worth it, but once in awhile… it gets rough.

The last year, it seems, I have constantly had some sort of dumb stupid ailment. It was about this time last year I became pregnant with my daughter. While carrying her I had horrendous morning sickness and then a single severe headache that lasted 2 months without explanation. I had a couple good weeks before the 3rd trimester hit, but you all know how that goes… Since her delivery, I had the usual recovery but after it seems every bug that goes around hears our family name and comes running like we are a magnet.

At times like this I pull out those “special” toys that are quiet and open ended. The kids are occupied and happy. Lunches and snacks are simple. Also, as I’m sure you know, prayer comes very easily when you don’t feel well. Ask God for strength! Remind yourself that He never gives us more than we can handle. If you have the option, ask for help. Call a relative or friend to take your kids for just a few hours so you can nap.

Hopefully, none of you will need this advice. But life/illness/morning sickness/etc happens.

Hang in there and rest up!

ByDiania

What’s On My Heart

I simply want to sit down and tell you everything in my life is wonderful, but to do that would be a lie. I feel as tho I am going thru transitions that scare me, ones I can’t control and am not even sure I want to try.

Being the oldest of our four writers you would think I would have a little more insight on how to handle life. But, like everyone else, I stand back fighting depression and decisions that weigh heavy on my heart every day. I know my God won’t put on me more then I can handle, but where exactly is that point, when does one break, or is it even an option?

A couple weeks ago I was talking with an old friend who had a mental break down and had been in the hospital. She seemed a little reluctant to tell me she had a nervous breakdown. I could see the embarrassment in her eyes. Then I started to tell her that a nervous break down is actually just a break thru, and now she could breathe a lot easier because God has lifted the burden and pain from her. I watched as her eyes began to shine, and as she set there for a while I could see her thinking. A few minutes later she began to thank me and said that was a wonderful way to look at it. She seemed to be relieved as I explained to her that she would be able to go on now and leave those burdens completely behind her. When I left her I knew God put me there for a reason. His child was hurting and I left knowing He had used me to help her heal…

So in the mean time I can’t help but wonder just where I will be and who God may use to help me thru what ever it is that holds me from surrendering and breaking thru myself. After all, going thru means I gotta come out on the other end. Your prayers are most welcome..

Love,

ByAngie

Sticky Hands: DANCE PARTY!!!

Taking your children to a disco is NOT endorsed by Raising Sticky Hands To Heaven

Here we are again, it’s Thursday already!!! Yikes!

Have you had a hard time finding time for prayer, praise, and worship this week? I know I have. So I pulled an old trick out of my sleeve. “Dance Party”.

This is really difficult, so place close attention:

  1. Turn on fast, upbeat, fun Christian music.
  2. Gather the kids.
  3. Tell the kids to dance fast. Dance with them. Make it fun, be silly!
  4. While it’s going, sing along, pray, praise, & worship our Creator.

Wait, that’s not at all difficult, is it?

The best part is the list of benefits. Exercise for all, prayer time, you set an example, everyone has fun, and the kids get all their wigglies out. In fact, your littles may nap right after if you keep it up long enough!

If you’re family is large enough, you could start practicing to do a Christian flash mob. (Totally kidding… but hey, it’d be fun!)

Keep doin’ the good work, Moms. Keep praying as you go, raising those sticky hands as often as you can. Store up your treasures in Heaven, and in still the importance of God in your children’s hearts.

Disclaimer: Don’t have a dance party right after lunch. If you do, next thing you know you might be having a puke party. Just sayin’…

ByAngie

How To Build Your Own Lemonade Stand Step 1: Grieve

1 For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven:2 a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;3 a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;4 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 rend, 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.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 NKJV

For some reason, many people (not just men) are afraid to admit that they are not experiencing any emotion other than joy. Especially Christians. Some feel that it is sinful, or makes them not as good as the next person. However, as the scripture above points out, (Turn, Turn, Turn… Ha, you know it’s stuck in your head now too…) there is a time for everything.

To mourn and grieve is very important to the healing process. Without embracing the truth, acknowledging it, dealing with it, and accepting that something happened you may not ever truly move on. Sure, you can be all happy/smiley and say “Praise the Lord!” after everything everyone says, but that doesn’t mean you’re happy. The body, heart, mind, and soul need to grieve in a healthy matter for a healthy amount of time. It should not be rushed or dragged out.

Unfortunately, really horrible bad things happen in this world: Death, natural and unnatural. Rape. Miscarriage. Child abuse. Illness. Job loss. Divorce. Infidelity. Break ups. Infertility. Muggings. Robberies. Car accidents. Etc, etc, etc… After any of these situations, it is normal to grieve and expected. It is even normal to “mildly grieve” over much smaller less upsetting situations. Anyone who’s had a bad hair cut knows what I’m talking about. (I forgive Karen & Emily for butchering my hair when I was 16, really… but that doesn’t mean I didn’t mourn it for a few days.)

Yes, as Christians we should have joy. Yes, we should see the positive and not the negative. But we are also commanded that there IS a time to mourn. That means it’s accepted. Should you not allow this process, you may miss out on a complete healing.

Just remember, it’s called GOOD GRIEF for a reason. And that prayer is NEVER a bad thing. The more the better!

ByAngie

I’m A Daddy’s Girl…

I take such pride in being able to make the statement that is the title of this blog post. Especially in a time where parents are taken for granted. Let me explain:

The way my Dad became my Dad is not the same story as most, but similar to many. I’ve known him my entire life, but he did not become my “Step Dad” (I HATE that phrase.) until I was 14 when after many prayers on my part he married my Mom. I’ve been estranged from my biological father since I was about 3, and while I had an amazing Grandpa who helped my Mom raise me until he passed away when I was 11… I never had someone to call “Dad”.

Naturally, having a new authority figure during my teen years was quite a challenge. Dean, my Dad, had only had sons and was not used to the emotions that come out of teenage girls. I had been without a father figure for a few years, and didn’t know how to react to him some times. We did, however, eventually find our niche and have realized the blessing we are to each other. Through the years we have had our ups and downs. But, I never realized just how much I loved him until this year.

Dean has scoliosis and many other problems with his back. In the past year and a half, he has had 3 back surgeries and will soon have another. With this last surgery we nearly lost him though.

Early one morning in April of this year, he was put under anesthesia. The neurosurgeon told my Mom it would be about 3 hours. The surgery, however, lasted 18 hours. Yes, you read that right. 18 hours. Everything went wrong, they were not equipped, things were worse than expected, and they had to cut deeper and further than planned. He was laying on his stomach the entire time. When we finally saw him, he didn’t look at all like the man who WALKED into the hospital. He was extremely swollen, had a breathing tube down his throat, and wires/tubes going in and out of him over most of his body. We had planned that we’d be taking him home, but now he was in the ICU in critical condition.

The next day they informed us that he was experiencing renal failure. They took out the breathing tube, but still had to stay on oxygen. Gradually over the next few days he made less and less sense. His kidneys were getting worse. We became very concerned and began to prepare for the worst. I was almost 30 weeks pregnant when he went in the hospital. I would sit next to his bed and cry. Would he know his new granddaughter that he was so excited for? Would he ever be able to hold his other grandchildren again? I cried at the thought of never taking him home. My best friend had lost her Dad just a few weeks before, and as much as I hated seeing her pain and anguish, I did not want to experience that. I was determined a miracle had to happen, but at times my faith would slack. How could anyone recover from this?

That Tuesday, Diania and I set up a prayer vigil. We all gathered outside his window and prayed. All over we had people praying at exactly the same time as we had made it a Facebook event and got the news out by word of mouth also. Right then, he woke up, was lucid, and from there he very slowly recovered.God had answered our prayers!

After more than a month in the hospital, he finally came home. He is still unable to walk without a walker and has other issues, but he is on the road to what I have faith will be a FULL recovery. Tonight he is “on tour” with his country gospel band, The Tomes Brothers, as they minister in Illinois. God gave us a miracle!

I knew I loved my Dad, I just never knew how much. He has taught me so much over time about God, life, cars, and many other things. Every day I praise God, my Heavenly Father, that He did not take my Dad here on earth from me, and that Dean is still able to minister through song and teaching to so many others. Hallelujah!

ByAngie

How To Build Your Own Lemonade Stand: When Life Gives You Lemons & God Makes Lemonade

We’ve all heard the old saying:

“When life gives you lemons, make lemonade…”

What does this mean exactly? Basically, to take something sour & bitter and turn it into something sweet. A negative into a positive. As Christians, we deal with this on a different level as we are to spread God’s love to a dying world.

In every day situations, this may be easy to do. But what about when the unthinkable happens? Something so traumatic, that finding the pros is completely impossible when there are so many cons lined up against you? It becomes difficult to find the good with the bad, and to show love and be positive to others when we feel so full of hurt/anger/sadness and negativity.

I’ll be the first to say, this is not my favorite subject to write about. It has taken me a long time to learn this lesson myself. But when God says “write”, by golly, you better write.

So, from here we will begin a Tuesday series. I hope you’ll follow along and read what the Lord has told me to write and be blessed.