Politics, not the Place for a Christian?

This video was taken secretly by a woman posing to be a 14 year old girl who is pregnant by a 31 year old man. The woman who is "helping" her does not care in the LEAST. She tells her nothing about the health risks of an abortion. She gives her lots of help when it comes to how to pay for it and how to bypass her parents.




Do we no longer have any rights over our children? They can walk into a clinic, get an abortion, birth control and a judicial bypass without ever telling us? Something has to be done now!

It is time to rise up as a holy nation! We can't stand by any longer and say that politics is no place for a Christian. There is NO WHERE else we are more needed. We can't stand by and just keep letting this happen to the unborn. Nor can we allow our children to continually be put under attack! Let me tell you, THE WORLD DOES NOT CARE ABOUT YOUR CHILDREN. No where does the Bible say we should separate our Faith from our country. Read for yourself the book of Esther. Especially the following selection:

Esther 4:14 "For if you remain silent at this time, relief and deliverance for the Jews will arise from another place, but you and your father's family will perish. And who knows but that YOU have come to royal position for such a time as this?" I know that this is talking about the Jews but I believe it applies to all God's children, especially the unborn.

Remember, all Christians are in that royal position. 1 Peter 2:9 "But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people belonging to God, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light."

That is exactly my prayer at this time. That all Christians would rise up at this hour! That they would claim the freedom that Christ has freely given them and rise "out of darkness into His WONDERFUL light." Then, and only then, will thousands of innocent lives be saved!

A Little Prayer Please

It's been 4 1/2 years since the day I thought my world was crumbling. That was the day that my then 6 year old was in a terrible ATV accident and was lifelined to Kosair Childrens hospital where she spent 4 days in intensive care and 8 days total. She went in and out of the hospital for a little over a year and was in more pain than I can bare to imagine.

After that first year it took a lot of time for her to even feel safe playing. She was so scared. After a year of therapy her doctor told us she should stop taking physical therapy and start riding a bike like other kids. It took a lot of convincing and a lot of prayer but over the last 3 years she has gotten back into a normal routine. She plays basketball, dances, rides bikes, runs, climbs trees, and even skate boards. We have been praising Jesus all the way. Even the day of the accident, we praised His name.

You always think that there are certain things that you just don't think you could get through. A very wise lady told me something one day that I will never forget. She said, when I thought about something that was happening to someone and the idea came to me that I just didn't know if I could make it through it, that I was exactly right. Neither could that person have made it before that very moment. But at that moment and that one only does God extend His grace in order for you to survive, more than survive. He gives you the grace to go through it, as I did, knowing that all is okay, that He is in control, and that I can praise His name no matter what storm arises.

That's why today when we found out that our beloved little girl will have to have addition surgery(possibly 3 maybe more) I will continue to praise His Holy Name! I am clinging to the promise of Matthew 10:29-31 which states: "Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your Father. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows."

So, as the song so poetically states, "I will praise you in this storm and I will lift my voice!"

If you have a couple of minutes, please pray for our little one. Thank you beloveds!

Spotlight Artist of the Week

I'm so happy to present to you, Liz Curtis Higgs. She is my favorite author. She wrote the series "Thorn in my Heart." If you haven't read it, you must!

This is her new book, "Here Burns my Candle." I just got this book and haven't been able to put it down (other than to write to you dear reader). Hey, we all need some mommy moments! So watch this little blurb about her book and then come borrow it from me and sit a spell up in one of my Northern Red Woods with a cup of Earl Grey and let Liz take you back to 1700's Edinburgh.

Letter to the World

Recently my husband and I made the decision to send our little ones back into public school. This was after 3 years of homeschooling. It was not an easy decision.

When our little girl went off to Kindergarten, it was exciting and melancholy. She was (and is) the sweetest thing. We watched her as she came home excited to be reading her little books and telling me all about counting pumpkin seeds. She also brought home something else...an attitude! She was picking up mannerisms and phrases from her friends that went against the things we had taught her. We also noticed how she suddenly shied away from praying in public and later found out that a teacher had scolded her for praying aloud at the lunch table.

A year later our little boy was off to Kindergarden. He was also bringing home this attitude. Although he wasn't shying away from prayer, we found that he wasn't standing up to what he knew to be right. He was following what ever child he thought was most exciting.

The hubby and I prayed and prayed and worked and worked and prayed some more. We just couldn't seem to alter what they were picking up at school.

We discussed this with several family members and close friends. Most of them just said, "Well, that's just what happens. Nothin' you can do about it." One or two suggested homeschooling. Homeschooling? Seriously?!

After more prayer, that is exactly what we decided to do. There were other reasons also but this was by far the biggest. I wasn't raising my children! I can't even say their teachers were. It was their peers. Ummm, that doesn't work for me.

Not long after we made the decision, I went to a homeschool conference. So much information cramped into one tiny weekend. One thing stood out to me. There was a father who gave a talk about "Sending you letter to the Word." Your letter(s) being your child(ren). I don't remember all of what he said but I remember what the Lord said. It went something like this:

Kristi, your letters are not finished. You are allowing someone else to write on them. They are confused and jumbled and contradictory. You need to earse. Rewrite and revise. Be honest. They can understand more than you think. I will let you know when the letters are ready to be sent.

It went something like that.

I learned long ago that when the Lord speaks, follow! No questions, just go.

So for the last 3 years that is what we have done. It has been quite a trip. Within a couple of months of homeschooling and lots of prayer my children were being transformed. People were commenting on it. I'm not trying to paint a picture that my children were awful, because they were not. It was more like a return of their innocence.

Let me tell you, I (and hubby) have poured everything we have into those letters. I don't want to look back and see that I held anything back or that there was an area that I didn't give myself completely. Sure, we have made mistakes, but I always ask my Father to let them learn of Him inspite of my wretchedness. He does. He is faithful when I am not!

Then, in the middle of this school year (December) He told me it was time to put on the postage. This was much harder of a task than any other. "No way Lord!" I said. He gently reminded my that He loved them far greater than I or hubby could ever hope to and that He had great things planned for them. So we, however relectantly, sent our letters.

Let me just tell you, for anyone afraid of letting go of the letter, it is wonderful. God is doing amazing things. This is nothing like when we sent them off before. That was when the world told me it was time. This is God's timing.

Our son, in 3rd grade, now has half of his class coming to church every Wednesday and Sunday night. He is known throughout the school as the "little evangilist." Our daughter, now in 5th grade, has the sweetest tempermant and makes sure to include everyone. She also is bringing friends to church. They tell me about praying with friends. They tell me about how they have stood up to peer pressure. They tell me how they have messed up but then asked for forgiveness.

I thought of this this morning as I sent them off to school. These letters are not yet finished even though they have been sent. Our God is so mighty that He allows me to continue to write. So this is my prayer, "God, breathe the words you want written onto us. We can't write this letter, but you can. Give us the words, guide our quill, just as you did those who wrote the love letter that you sent to me."

Spotlight Artist of the Week: JJ Heller

I adore her voice! What a gift from the Lord and what a powerful message to us all to reach out to people and love them just as they are. I will definetly be posting more by Ms. JJ Heller in the near future. So tell me, what was your reaction to this song?