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Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Marriage Can Last

I’d like to share a story with you.  It’s about a man, a wife, and their family.

 This man was, by all accounts, a godly man.  He and his family attended church, not just regularly, but every time the doors were open, and not just their “home” church, but any church within driving distance that was having a revival or rally.  You get the picture.   He enjoyed church and loved God.  He was a sincere follower of Christ and led his family along that path.

He loved his wife.  Sure, they had their “moments”:  arguments about money and the other usual stuff.  But they definitely loved each other.   No one could say a word of wrong about his wife with him present.  He would defend her to the end.  He loved his children:  4 daughters.  He was proud of them.  He expected much of them and told them they were beautiful and smart; and encouraged them to be godly women.  Some would have considered his requirements and expectations too strict for his family.   But he wanted the best for them:  for them to be firm in their beliefs and to stay close to God.

He was a hard-working man.  Sometime during mid-life, his job began taking him away from home more and more.  He was gone for several days a week.  Many times he would only be home on the weekends, and most of that time was spent sleeping to make up for lost sleep during the week.  He became more irritable and hard to please during these days, but he was still a good man.

I want you to understand:  he was a good man.

One day, he took his wife for a drive.  He explained to her that there was another woman in his life.  He wasn’t officially “having an affair”.  They had just been seeing a lot of each other during his trips away from home.  Nothing physical had taken place.  But, he was considering leaving his family for her.  His wife was shocked.  She was hurt beyond description.  They had been together 25 years.  Was this really how it would end?

He left for work the next morning; Monday.  He would call her Tuesday night to tell her of his decision.  His wife told him, “She would be waiting.  And that she didn’t want him to leave.  She would forgive everything.  And that she loved him.”

The phone rang late Tuesday night.  The wife said hello and waited for her answer.  He had decided to come home.  He would tell the other woman it was over, and he would be home the next day.

Here’s where the story takes a strange twist:  that’s exactly what he did.

This man returned home; asked forgiveness from his wife, which she willingly gave; confessed his sin to his family and received forgiveness from them;  and recommitted himself to his family and to God.

He spent the rest of his life serving God, his family, and the body of Christ.

His wife forgave him completely, and with a little time, came to completely trust him again.  They spent 25 more years together:  according to him, “they were the happiest years of my life.”

I share this story with you because I want you to know:  marriage can work out.  Tough times, bitter times, hateful times, do not have to be the end.  Even infidelity, does not have to be the end.   Forgiveness can happen.  Trust can be restored.  Hearts can be healed.

This is a true story.  The man – was my father.  The wife – my mother.  The family – my sisters and me.

Nothing is impossible with God.

 

 


Friday, January 12, 2007

Literally Falling Down Laughing

Well, here goes the second lol story from yesterday:

Savannah and I were doing a little tango in the kitchen yesterday afternoon.  Without warning, she decided to try a dip.  I was caught completely off guard and we both began falling, her in my arms, across the kitchen.  As we neared the refrigerator, I put out my hand to try to catch myself.  But, instead of finding something solid, my hand landed on the water dispenser lever.  So, as Savannah hit the floor, I squirted water all over her head.  I soon joined her, rather abruptly, on the floor, and after a second of shocked silence, laughter filled the room.

Kate entered the room to find a dripping Savannah and me in a pile in the corner of the kitchen laughing hysterically.  (Everyone else had had the opportunity to witness it.)

Looking back on it, I believe it all took place in slow motion.  I distinctly remember thinking "Noooo,....not....the....water....dispenser!"




Literally Falling Down Laughing

Well, here goes the second lol story from yesterday:

Savannah and I were doing a little tango in the kitchen yesterday afternoon.  Without warning, she decided to try a dip.  I was caught completely off guard and we both began falling, her in my arms, across the kitchen.  As we neared the refrigerator, I put out my hand to try to catch myself.  But, instead of finding something solid, my hand landed on the water dispenser lever.  So, as Savannah hit the floor, I squirted water all over her head.  I soon joined her, rather abruptly, on the floor, and after a second of shocked silence, laughter filled the room.

Kate entered the room to find a dripping Savannah and me in a pile in the corner of the kitchen laughing hysterically.  (Everyone else had had the opportunity to witness it.)

Looking back on it, I believe it all took place in slow motion.  I distinctly remember thinking "Noooo,....not....the....water....dispenser!"




Thursday, January 11, 2007

Falling Down Laughing

Laughing is one of the greatest things ever.  Yesterday I had several opportunities for lol, but I'll just share one or two.  One of them may be especially hard to communicate.  I'll give it a try:

When Chris woke me yesterday I was dreaming of being in a small theatre troop that was performing  "a  version" of Hamlet.  I was the narrator, and it was being directed by Derek Jacobi - http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001394

Disclaimer:
I realize there is no narrator in Hamlet, but as you know, dreams can do whatever they want.  And, in case you didn't know, Derek Jacobi was the "Chorus" (narrator-like) in Henry V.  So, I think that's where all that came from.

Anyway, I was doing the epilogue.  It was basically a list of the names of people that Hamlet had chosen to come live with him in his palace.  (He apparently didn't die in this one.)  The list went something like this:  Nim Nim, Nam Nam, and Kam called Kat.

That's when I woke up.  I think Dr. Seuss and Shakespeare had coauthored this version.

Maybe I should lighten up on the Seuss books. 


Friday, January 05, 2007

Hebrews 13:3

"Don't forget about those in prison.  Suffer with them as though you were there yourself.  Share the sorrow of those being mistreated, as though you feel their pain in your own bodies."  NLT

Here's a link to a wonderful site where you can write letters to our brothers and sisters who are in prison all around the world:  http://www.prisoneralert.com/

I've heard that getting letters from other Christians around the world is one of the most uplifting things for those who are being persecuted.  They are amazed that we know about them and their suffering; and that we're praying for them.

Pray for courage for all Christians around the world. 

"...(We) are the light of the world.  A city set on a hill cannot be hidden."




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