Friday, May 30, 2008

Friday Flashback...




John, Nathan, and John's mom ... one of the yearly trips to Glacier National Park. I love this photo of my guys! Nathan is 13-years-old and 5'8". I think he can hold me like that now!




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Thursday, May 29, 2008

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Wednesday, May 28, 2008

When you thought I wasn't looking


When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator, and I wanted to paint another one.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you feed a stray cat, and I thought it was good to be kind to animals.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make my favorite cake for me, and I knew that little things are special things.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I heard you say a prayer, and I believed there is a God I could always talk to.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I felt you kiss me goodnight, and I felt loved.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw tears come from your eyes, and I learned that sometimes things hurt, but it's all right to cry.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw that you cared and I wanted to be everything that I could be.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I looked . . . . and wanted to say thanks for all the things I saw when you thought I wasn't looking.

-Unknown


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Tuesday, May 27, 2008

We did it!

Over the weekend my son Cory graduated from High School. He did it! And as a homeschooling mom ... I did it!

Congratulations Cory. We love you!!!

Joshua 1:9 ...Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go. (NIV)

To accomplish great things, we must dream as well as act.If at first you don't succeed, do it like your mother told you. ~Author Unknown"Greatness is not in where we stand, but in what direction we are moving." ~Oliver Wendall Holmes



"Always be a first-rate version of yourself, instead of a second-rate version of somebody else." ~Judy Garland



"What we are, is God's gift to us. What we become is our gift to God." - Eleanor Powell




Try not to become a man of success, but rather try to become a man of value. ~Albert Einstein




Proverbs 3:5-6 Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight. (NIV)


Jeremiah 29:11 "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." (NIV)



Psalm 71:5 For You are my hope, O Lord GOD; You are my trust from my youth. (NKJV)


1 Timothy 4:12 Don’t let anyone think less of you because you are young. Be an example to all believers in what you say, in the way you live, in your love, your faith, and your purity. (NLT)


Psalm 119:9 How can a young man keep his way pure? By living according to your word. (NIV)



"Whatever you are, be a good one." ~Abraham Lincoln

Friday, May 23, 2008

Friday Flashback...



This is us posing after being in Tim and Sandy's wedding. 99.9% of all our family photos has Nathan making funny faces. At the time I wanted "just one" good shot. Now I realize all of them were great shots!


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Thursday, May 22, 2008

Thursday Flashback...

I know I've been posting these on Friday...but oh, what's one day early?


This is us with Tim and Sandy (John's younger brother) and John's parents. Tim and Sandy now have 4.5 kids all under age seven. My kids are now teens.

What comes around, goes around.

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Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Sometimes we forget...

My kids are VERY creative. Being homeschooled, they usually had 2-3 hours of school work and the rest of the time they goofed off ... or entertained themselves. Creativity is the result. They write songs, write stories, read, and do video productions ... just for fun.

Also, they've recently "taken over" their youth group's drama department. This week Cory, Leslie, and Nathan are doing a skit on the theme "I am Bold." Nathan (14) has amnesia and he is very timid. The other two tell me that he's actually an accomplished and well-known person, and they enourage him to Be Bold.

The point of the message, of course, is to remind us who we are in Christ. Sometimes we forget.
Okay, most of the time we forget.

Anyway, here are a few of the illustrations the kids came up to to prove Nathan's success. I thought they were great!






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Tuesday, May 20, 2008

An Engineer's Guide to Cats

I thought some of you out there could use a few pointers about your cat...or if you know one of those people who have all those cats...

Friday, May 16, 2008

Friday Flashback...



This is Nathan in my grandpa's cowboy hat and my grandparent's house. The house was exactly the same when I was growing up. Sweet memories happened there. I think it's the same hat in my baby photos, too!




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Thursday, May 15, 2008

TAG...you're it!

To promote the final book in my Spanish Civil War series, I'm having a meme blog tour!






Fun!

Want to play along? Go here to find out how you can win some GOLD and a signed set of The Spanish Civil War series...A Valley of Betrayal, A Shadow of Treason and A Whisper of Freedom!

And here are the meme questions! Don't know what a meme is? Go here!

1. List three things you would do with a chest full of gold (assuming you got to keep it!).

2. List three charities/missions/organizations you support (and why).

3. List three ways you have volunteered your time/services.

4. List three things you keep "hidden" when company comes over.

5. List the last three things you've lost.6. List the last three things you've found.

Answer these on your blog then leave a comment here to let me know!

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Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Cuppy Cake Song

Because you are so...deer!

Love it.

Monday, May 12, 2008

Blue Like Tidy-Bowl Cleaner, Kool-Aid, and Heaven:

Thoughts on Home, Family, and God from the middle of Suburbia!

Before 1999, I didn’t think much about heaven. It was out there somewhere, beautiful and wonderful I was sure.

Thinking of it, reminded me of food. (Like everything else reminds me of food, too.) Although meat always smells good when you pass a barbecue, grilling up dinner, if you’re not hungry, has no draw. But the hungrier you are, the more interest you have in what’s under the cover of that grill. And it wasn’t until death met our home that I became hungry for heaven.

It all started when my husband and I moved 1,000 miles from California to Montana. I had one main concern, and that was leaving my aging grandparents behind. A few years after we’d moved, the news I’d dreaded came. My grandfather was dying of cancer and he didn’t have long to live.

The thing that surprised my extended family the most was his desire to spend his last days in Montana. So over Christmas break, my husband and I drove through a blizzard, packed my grandparents up, and moved them to our home.

My grandpa seemed fine at first. Sure, he was a little slower than normal but that was to be expected. Then the weeks and months passed, and the weaker he became the more I started thinking about our eternal home.

I had listened to songs about heaven and read about it in the Bible, and while it was interesting, when you’re in that situation it’s about as filling to your soul as reading a cookbook or watching to a cooking show when your hungry.

Never having lost a close family member before, I had a hundred ideas of how I thought I’d deal with things, but none of them were right.

After four months living with us, my grandfather was bedridden. My grandmother and I would spend time in his room reading Scripture verses and praying with him.

Then, one day the idea of heaven heightened. I was reading aloud to my kids when my grandmother called me into the room. My grandpa was praying with hands lifted. Later he described smelling beautiful scents and seeing white birds and a gentle lion. More than that, he saw his Savior with arms stretched wide.

The next day, my grandfather went into a coma, and while I should have been terribly sad instead my heart nearly burst with joy. Every time I walked into the room it was as if heaven had touched the room with blue electricity. It seemed brighter and filled with the sensations of the brush of angel wings.

I have two final memories of my grandpa’s last waking moments. One was the peace in his eyes, and the other was the kiss he blew my direction. Though unable to speak, he was giving me a final farewell. Or a “see you later” to be exact.

So while I’m not ready for my life to be over today, heaven has great appeal. The small taste of it was enough to last a lifetime, and the reality of it will be a feast that I’m eager to enjoy . . . forever.

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Friday, May 09, 2008

Friday Flashback...




I used to love that car. Mainly the seatbelts. They were all in one place and couldn't move. Smile!




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Thursday, May 08, 2008

Thank You God!

This was just the best...

My friend Mary sent this to me last week. I opened it just as I was heading out the door to meet my dad (for the second time ever) and my stepmom (for the very first time). Pop over here for more about my trip.




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Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Blue Like Tidy-Bowl Cleaner, Kool-Aid, and Heaven:


Thoughts on Home, Family, and God from the middle of Suburbia!

It makes no sense, but I really want to have another baby. Okay, not have (since that is no longer a physical possibility for John and I), but get another baby.

It makes no sense because my kids are old. They are ages 18, 15, and 13. They cook for themselves, clean, carry on wise and witty conversations with me, and are pretty much fun to have around.

It also makes no sense because I am a busy writer. I write two, three, four books a year and articles just for fun. I serve at church and mentor young women. I meet friends for lunch and every morning I exercise and enjoy a quiet time with just me and God. My mind tells me that a baby will change all this, but I can’t relate the message to my heart. My heart has a longing that can’t be explained. It just knows what it wants.

For a while I thought I could substitute this longing with puppies. I’ve tried this twice and now realize it doesn’t work. My old dog is seven now (which tells you how long I’ve had this longing), and my new puppy is six months. His name is Jake. I think God gave me Jake because He has a sense of humor.

He is only housebroken when he wants to be. Not only that, he chews on my shoes and he drags my dirty underwear around the house. He also nips at my heels and bites at my elbows as I try to sit at my desk and write. To top it off, Jake is ugly.

Now, my husband predicted this fact when I first begged to bring Jake home. Jake is half Scottie, and half Pomeranian-who-slipped-through the fence. He almost looks like a little lab, just add furry paws and scruffy whiskers that looks like a black beard. He didn’t look like this when we first got him. He was a little bundle of black fluff. But Jake grew into his looks. Of course, I think he’s so ugly he’s cute—as only a parent would.

Still, I think he’s great. Jake follows me to the bathroom and he waits for me outside the door. If I take too long, he pokes his little paw under the door. When I nap in the afternoon, Jake lies under the bed and naps too. When I write, he curls on my feet. Not next to them, but on them. That way he’s sure to know when I move.

Somehow, in an odd way, this puppy makes me feel needed. Sure my editors need me, my readers, and my older kids, but there is no denying this puppy’s need. The same is true for a baby. You can’t forget about them. Can’t get too busy to feed and burp. You have to provide care and sometimes you’re rewarded with a coo. Or a slobbery puppy kiss, in my case.

Sometimes when I look at Jake I understand a little about how God must feel. I bet He loves it when I follow Him. He digs it when I sit at His feet. Yes, I’m ugly and scruffy, but I’m His. God, I bet, loves being needed.

Currently, my husband and I are in the process of adopting a baby. It might take two years, but I’m already looking forward to adding another child to our home.

In the meantime, I have Jake to keep me company. And to remind me that God loves me just as I am, annoyances and all.

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Tuesday, May 06, 2008

Guest Blogger...Cara Putman


You've got all kinds of options now :-)

So I'm nearing the end of this pregnancy. Yeah!

Nesting is that interesting phenomenon when women go crazy making their houses ready for the arrival of the baby. I'm convinced Eric thinks I'm in full nesting mode or slightly insane. I'm not so sure. I just see us getting things done that need to happen. But you can decide.

For example, after getting back from a relaxing vacation in Arizona, what do I do over the next seven days? Here's the list:


  1. Waded through 1500 emails that were waiting for me.
  2. Sign a contract to write the Complete Idiots Guide to Business Law.
    Deadline September 15th. Conversation with editor to make sure we're on the same page.
  3. Sign contract with non-fiction agent...don't necessarily see myself writing a ton of non-fiction, but she will work with me on any CIG books. Others would go through my fiction agent who I adore.
  4. Get back in the swing of homeschooling.
  5. Take both kids to gymnastics (Abigail twice a week), and Abigail to ballet, piano, and speech. Continue to lead Bible study.
  6. Attend Dierks Bentley concert.
  7. ACFW board work
  8. Seek influencers for Deadly Exposure and Sandhill Dreams.
  9. Follow up with other editor on Ohio World War Two novel that is due October 1.
  10. Work on ACFW conference details
  11. Spend hours this weekend cleaning Abigail's room. It needed a desperate organizing and I needed to reclaim the changing table that we'd been "organizing" her clothes on.
  12. Spend hours Sunday afternoon with Eric and three great friends from church who showed up with all the tools to help us clean out our treeline and do some yard work. The treeline looks amazing! And something got removed from my long list of I-wish-I-had-the-time-and-energy-to-do list. Wouldn't have been possible without our friends.
  13. Worked on the corners of our room to try to declutter before we move the baby stuff in.
  14. Made a list of appointments and events to happen before the baby arrives including Stanley Steamer to clean carpets and painter from church to bid on some projects we've talked about for awhile.
  15. Went to the firm today and got an assignment for a great tax research project.
And this probably barely scratches the surface. So am I crazy?

Nesting? Working against a deadline? You decide. :-)

Cara C. Putman
www.caraputman.com

Monday, May 05, 2008

Blue Like Tidy-Bowl Cleaner, Kool-Aid, and Heaven:


Thoughts on Home, Family, and God from the middle of Suburbia!
When I was in the 6th grade I feel in love with the library. It all started when they had a summer reading program. I’m sure it wasn’t the first year they’d offered it, but this year I’d moved within a few miles of the library, and I was old enough to ride my bike there and check out books myself.

The idea was that for every book you read, you listed them on a sheet of paper and earned points for the best reader award. I checked out everything from little kids’ storybooks to young adult novels. My motive to begin with wasn’t about the stories, but rather the points.

I’d check out plastic grocery sacks of books and place them on my handlebars for the ride home. I felt smart and high-achieving by taking so many. Until the day when my pride got the best of me. For some reason that day, the books were heavier that I thought. And as I coasted down a long hill, something felt strange. I think it was a rock in the road that caused the accident. One little bump, and the balance was broke. The heavy books pulled the bike forward, and over the handlebars I flew.

I think maybe I took less books home per day after that. But at the end of the summer the photo of me in the Weed Press, with a stack of books and the label as best reader, made it all—tumble included—worthwhile.

I still have that newspaper clipping somewhere in an old photo album, yellowed and faded. But even more importantly I still cling to the love for books and reading.

That summer didn’t seem important at the time, until later when I was able to look back and recognize the seeds God planted in my heart. You see, I grew up in a home of non-readers. While most kids grew up with Dr. Seuss and Little Golden Books, I can’t remember ever owning one.

Then, at the right time, God introduced me to what would later become my passion. And during the years when I tried to get books published, I’d look back at that summer with the realization that the gift wasn’t something imparted by my family, but given to me by God. It was like a special treasure revealed at the right time.

Childhood summer memories are something many of us cherish, but for me also comes the knowledge that God crafted me with a unique design, one that seemed insignificant until the seeds planted that summer took root. Today it is a might oak of purpose in my life, and I remember that every time I pull out my library card.

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Friday, May 02, 2008

Friday Flashback...




Are they cute or what?! You may think I was taking a photo of the kids, but I was actually photographing the carpet--clean for one moment in time--and they happened to be there. Also, don't you love the table accents? Pottery Barn, watch out! Mama's doing some interior decorating!




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Thursday, May 01, 2008

Blue Like Tidy-Bowl Cleaner, Kool-Aid, and Heaven:



Thoughts on Home, Family, and God from the middle of Suburbia!

I used to be a closet perfectionist, which means that you could come to my house any time during the week and find my closets clean. And the floors. And the toilets.

During those days, the color of Tidy-bowl as it swirled in beautiful blue around the toilets was my idea of entertainment. I shared the joy of my shining bowl with my friend Mr. Clean. He always smiled at that. As a matter of fact, he always smiled.

I discovered one thing about a super clean house, and that’s the fact it makes people uncomfortable. People are worried about taking off their shoes when they come inside. They fret about the toys the kids bring out to play with. No matter how much I told them now to worry, their hands twisted on their laps as they perched on my recently vacuumed sofa afraid to lean back on the plumped and perfect throw pillows.

The day God called me out of my comfort zone, I had no idea how far I would stray. It all started when my pastor asked me to consider helping to launch a crisis pregnancy center. My first response was a firm “no, thank you.” I had my hands full of raising kids, writing articles, and . . . cleaning. I was sure I couldn’t fit in one more thing into my schedule. God thought otherwise.

The next morning as I prayed about Pastor’s request I felt God giving me a firm, “Yes.” Sure, I had everything under control in my life, but God wasn’t concerned about how content I was. As I prayed, I felt Him expanding my vision to consider others in my community whose lives could be helped, whose hearts needed hope.

After I started volunteering my time and energy my perfect house didn’t remain so perfect. Instead of scrubbing the tub until it shined, I volunteered my time training volunteers and remodeling our new center. My kids didn’t keep up their room as well either because they were working along side me, folding baby blankets and stacking diapers. But you know what? The more I served God and saw Him working in lives, the less concerned I was about a dust-free existence. In fact, it felt good to get my hands dirty for a good cause.

In the years since then, God has called me to other things—leading abstinence programs, mentoring young moms, writing books. And I’m actually comfortable if the floor only gets swept once a week or the mail stacks up for two.

Through it all, I discovered God cares more about people than possessions, transformation rather than sanitation. I have a feeling that God was up to some closet cleaning of His own. For He dug into the recesses of my heart, dusted off talents I’d long forgotten about, and showed me the true Joy that can be found through service to others.

And you know what? I’ve never been happier. Except for my relationship with Mr. Clean—I’ve told him I’m more concerned about my Savor’s smile.

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