<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526</id><updated>2011-12-29T13:36:11.908-08:00</updated><category term='separation'/><title type='text'>Heart 4 Home</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526.post-3910381920722105887</id><published>2009-11-24T15:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T16:01:47.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You can find Lisa's latest blogging at:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://raubsontheroad.blogspot.com/"&gt;RaubsOnTheRoad.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27276526-3910381920722105887?l=heart4home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/feeds/3910381920722105887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27276526&amp;postID=3910381920722105887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/3910381920722105887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/3910381920722105887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-can-find-lisas-blog-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526.post-1077624904518381128</id><published>2007-04-17T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T12:30:02.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='separation'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Cat’s Away, but do the mice play?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When the Cat’s away, the mice will play,” is a saying that went around my house when Mom and Dad went out.  I’m not going to go into all we did, but, thankfully, the Lord moved into my life and made a tremendous difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has seen fit to allow my husband and sons to go overseas to minister in Australia for awhile.  For the first time in my married life, I am experiencing something like the military wives experience all the time – separation.  Some people like it, but I sure don’t.  Some people may say they get more done, but I seem to not know what to do with myself.  Some people think, “Ah, freedom!  Freedom to run this home just the way I want to!”  but I think, “Oh, me!  How I wish my hubby were here to help me make all these insane decisions!!”  The Cat may be gone, but the mice do not play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don’t get me wrong; everything’s fine.  We are still having a good time.  I am getting the opportunity to visit with my daughter and her husband, and to get a few things done here in the bus.  We even went to the park last week for some “partial family time” (that’s family time for part of the family.)  But I am finding myself to be a very boring person, and even in the fun times, I dearly miss my husband and the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there is light at the end of the tunnel!  Next week, they are coming home!!  Lord willing, it will be play time again, and I may even get some things done!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27276526-1077624904518381128?l=heart4home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/feeds/1077624904518381128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27276526&amp;postID=1077624904518381128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/1077624904518381128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/1077624904518381128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/2007/04/cats-away-but-do-mice-play-when-cats.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526.post-7353366587884417339</id><published>2007-03-24T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T20:09:12.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sorry I’ve kept everyone in suspense for so long. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I finally decided to get a Google account, and then we got really busy with the bus.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It has been tremendously difficult to figure out how to school, etc., in the bus. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Because we have no table, I have to figure out another way to put out manipulatives, large textbooks, etc.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, I am still tweaking the morning routine in order to get a whole school day in before 3:30 pm.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In addition, we had our bus painted. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A fella in a church in Missouri who owns a paint shop offered to professionally paint the bus for us, if we paid for the paint and did all the preparation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the process, we killed about a week of time, made a really big mess, and ended up with a very nicely painted cream colored bus. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It is so shiny and sleek!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Soon the guys will go to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Australia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I will really miss them, but I try not to think of it much for now. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I just want to enjoy the time with them while I have them.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ll try not to make it too long until I write again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27276526-7353366587884417339?l=heart4home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/feeds/7353366587884417339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27276526&amp;postID=7353366587884417339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/7353366587884417339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/7353366587884417339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/2007/03/sorry-ive-kept-everyone-in-suspense-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526.post-117157859211886415</id><published>2007-02-15T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T14:29:52.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ANNOUNCEMENT, &amp; WHAT OUR KIDS REALLY NEED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking into putting my blog onto our family's website, www.ew-mm.com, since blogger is trying to move me to a Google account, which I'm not sure I want to do.  I may not be able to get back on here to forward you to my new place, so if you don't hear from me for awhile, look on our website to see if the new page is up and ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, here are a few thoughts for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vision Forum sent out an e-mail today which has pricked my thoughts on a matter I have already been thinking about.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, our children need more than doctrine.  They need more than teaching on how to live the Christian life.  They need more than teaching on what to do and what not to do.  They need a vision for WHY to do the right thing.  They need to see the blessing that comes from doing right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Sofia Botkin is the co-author of the book, So Much More, a book dedicated to imparting to young ladies a vision for noble womanhood.  In her speech entitiled “The Thirteenth Year,” she had these things to say about living in this generation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The women of our generation have forgotten how to be women and how to be mothers. Some of the most important lessons we learned about womanhood this year, we learned together on the Faith and Freedom tour of Plymouth this past Fall. I learned that the current women of America are not just lesser women than their pilgrim mothers, they are the perfect opposites of their pilgrim mothers.&lt;br /&gt;Where they used to be strong, now they are weak. Where they used to be models of sturdy virtue, they now are examples of flimsy immorality. Where they used to understand the importance of children and selflessly sacrifice for them, now they murder them in the womb as a sacrifice to their own selfishness. And the majority of Christians nod their heads in approval. This is your generation, and mine.&lt;br /&gt;As evil as this generation is, many thirteen-year-old girls feel an uncanny attraction to it, and a desire to be approved of by it. I know I did. Our generation is out to get us, with their glossy magazines, TV shows — every medium of communication they have — they have used to ensnare thirteen-year-old girls….&lt;br /&gt;In this stormy generation which will try to shipwreck you, God has given you two wonderful gifts. Two things will help you keep your heart pure and enable you to see evil with the Lord’s eyes:&lt;br /&gt;1. Intimacy with God and His Word and His Law. Immerse yourself in the Scriptures and pray that God will give you purity and wisdom. &lt;br /&gt;2. Intimacy with your parents. A spirit of gratitude and honor for your parents will guard your heart and could preserve your life. I cannot stress this enough. &lt;br /&gt;….The duty of all second-generation Christians is to stand on their parents’ shoulders and succeed them; to go further and conquer new ground — to make new biblical discoveries, to reach greater heights of theological precision, to root out even more worldliness of thinking and living, to have more obedient Christian families, and to extend Christ’s dominion into every nation. And this will leave plenty for our children to do, and even our great-great-grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;We first generation Christians have forged a path for our young ones to follow – now they must take the baton and carry it even further.  &lt;br /&gt;I seek to impart to my children the necessity and blessing of serving God.  Personally, I’m not really sure the best way to go about it, but I’ve been asking God for wisdom, guidance, and strength to do what I need to do to see the next generation fervently serving our Lord!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27276526-117157859211886415?l=heart4home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/117157859211886415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/117157859211886415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/2007/02/announcement-to-go-further-and-conquer.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526.post-117065133314445621</id><published>2007-02-04T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T14:31:26.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Standing Proudly By Her Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Looking for parts for a generator for our bus, we drove today to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Houston&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; to a diesel engine dealer.  My husband had found a deal on an engine he hopes to make into a diesel generator on Ebay, and wanted to come down to test it before buying.  &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Deep down in the shadow of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Houston&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; skyscrapers, we drove past a homeless man pushing a grocery cart laden with bags down the middle of the street as we wound our way to the man’s business.  Upon our arrival, we were greeted by a friendly young man in his late 20’s, who eagerly showed us around his large but dirty shop, proudly showing his many diesel engines, parts, and things that most would call junk.  Within moments, my guys were embroiled in a technical conversation about various what-nots to be found laying around on the property.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The owner of this business was the most interesting person to talk to.  He had been a software engineer until about a year ago, when he decided to combine his dream of starting his own business with his love of mechanics.   Being the visionary that he is, he bought this huge empty warehouse, made a section of it into an apartment for him and his young wife, and began dealing in various forms of diesel motors.  &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of course, at sometime during the bargaining process, my little boy developed quite a need for the bathroom.  Thankfully, the bathroom available was not just a “workers’ bathroom,” if you know what I mean, but it was thankfully in the man’s apartment.  I was definitely curious to see if I could talk to his wife for a few minutes.  &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Though she was 8 months pregnant with their first child and had to extricate herself from the comfy sofa, his wife was happy to let us come into her home.  “Oh, come in!” she said.  I sheepishly thanked her for letting us come use her facilities, and quickly directed my little ones to the necessary room.  &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When we went out, I quickly glanced around, taking in the sparseness of the apartment.  It was pretty cold, too, and it had a huge ceiling that was letting out gobs of warm air.  The kitchen had the bare essentials, and the sofa looked a bit lonely in the living area.  &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It occurred to me that most women would not put up with such a “crazy” career change, especially if it meant a bit of “biting the bullet.  But this young lady was not only flexable about her surroundings, but seemed to enjoy them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was content with what her man was doing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After talking with her a little, I discovered that she had left all her family in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Mexico&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; to come to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.  She had a pioneer spirit – willing to take some hardships in order to accomplish a goal.  She is content and happy to stand by her man while he steps out to follow his dream.  She knows she cannot fit her husband into her mold.  She wisely gets behind him as he leads the family into unknown territory.  &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She is the driving force behind his dreams.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As the wife of a visionary, I can spot another visionary husband from a mile away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also can easily sense irritation and resentment in his wife.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know what is going on in her mind, since I have been down the same path.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have discovered in my brief time of marriage that my man may have some “strange” ideas, and may not do things the way other men do, but God has made him to be different.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God has made the visionaries to me the movers and shakers of the world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And when he lights upon success, the supportive wife can stand smiling beside her husband while others hail his ingenuity.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The wife who desires to put her visionary man into another mold may find herself alone before he meets with success.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This dear woman was standing by her visionary husband, even though it meant living in unusual situations.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Stand by your man, young lady, and you will someday be proudly standing by him when he is one of the most successful businessmen in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Houston&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27276526-117065133314445621?l=heart4home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/feeds/117065133314445621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27276526&amp;postID=117065133314445621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/117065133314445621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/117065133314445621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/2007/02/standing-proudly-by-her-man-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526.post-116996042597412397</id><published>2007-01-27T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T21:01:49.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;One-Sided Love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Hi Mrs. Raub: I was really inspired by your article on what makes a good mother. More less I could associate with you being cloud nine just knowing your husband loves you more than anyone in the world! I used to know that. We have been married almost 10 years and I'm afraid we've lost our spark. My husband doesn't seem to remember we ever had it. He tells me he is committed to me and I need to be happy with that. What can I do? Seems my love is one sided?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear friend,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank you so much for your comment!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You are not alone in your situation – there are many millions of women out there with the same problems.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t pretend to have all the answers, but I do know a few things from my 23 years of marriage and experience dealing with young couples, etc.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I personally think it is absolutely wonderful that your husband is committed to you!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What a blessing!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Many men have no concept of commitment, so you have an unusual man there!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just think: he has &lt;u&gt;commitment&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That means he is sticking with you, no matter what!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And he is committed to &lt;u&gt;YOU&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You may not feel special in his eyes, but you are special, nonetheless.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You cannot control what goes on sale at the supermarket, but you an control what you buy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You cannot control &lt;i style=""&gt;his&lt;/i&gt; feelings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Neither can you control his attitudes, his words, or his actions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What you CAN control are your own responses to his feelings, words, attitudes, or actions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Many times we respond to our husbands’ tired grumpiness with irritation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Irritation quickly turns to anger, which leads to bitterness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe we feel wronged in some way (who hasn’t been wronged by a loved one?)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We can control our own expressions of frustration.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let me rephrase that: we MUST control ourselves if we are going to have a decent marriage.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me also say that you are not your husband’s conscience – you are his help meet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When he does something that is wrong, it is not your job to make sure he knows it.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Now, I am certainly not perfect, but I try to mention things to my husband in a very respectful and casual way (privately, and to be a help to him).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I am not here to make sure he knows what to do and what not to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is the Holy Spirit’s job.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When we try to “play Holy Spirit,” we are taking on ourselves far too much, and short-circuiting the work of God in his life.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just as you CAN save money at the supermarket with careful planning, you can win him back – with a willingness to try and careful planning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you will be smiling, loving, accepting, forgiving, and, certainly not least - his passionate lover, you can win his heart to you!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I highly recommend hishelpmeet.com, a website dedicated to helping Christian wives fulfill their purpose, and the book, &lt;u&gt;Created To Be His Help Meet,&lt;/u&gt; by Debbi Pearl.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As ladies seeking to do His Will, we can glean helpful instruction from such sources.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You are at a wonderful time of your life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You have only been married 10 years, so you and your husband are still young, and not quite so set in your ways.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You can turn this thing around within the next year, if you ask the Lord for strength and guidance!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;May our gracious Lord grant the petition you ask of Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With A Heart For Home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27276526-116996042597412397?l=heart4home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/feeds/116996042597412397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27276526&amp;postID=116996042597412397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/116996042597412397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/116996042597412397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-sided-love-hi-mrs.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526.post-116838411834785021</id><published>2007-01-09T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T15:08:38.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;UNDESIRABLE TRAITS FOR YOUNG WOMEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After spending some hours talking with my young men about what to look for in a young woman, I decided to do a little research.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve been thinking about this subject, and of course keeping my eyes open.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here is one undesirable trait in a young woman: &lt;b style=""&gt;mocking.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ll share with you a bit of the results of the study, and as I come up with more, I’ll post more.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;Mocking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;ridicule, tease, make fun of, laugh at, scorn, scoff at, deride; mimic, imitate&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Ge 21:9&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And Sarah saw the son of Hagar the Egyptian, which she had born unto Abraham, mocking.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;2Ki 2:23&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And he went up from thence unto Bethel: and as he was going up by the way, there came forth little children out of the city, and mocked him, and said unto him, Go up, thou bald head; go up, thou bald head.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;2Ch 36:16&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But they mocked the messengers of God, and despised his words, and misused his prophets, until the wrath of the LORD arose against his people, till there was no remedy.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Pr 14:9&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fools make a mock at sin: but among the righteous there is favour.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Mt 27:31&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And after that they had mocked him, they took the robe off from him, and put his own raiment on him, and led him away to crucify him&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;From just a little look at the Word of God, you can see that mocking is something a person does to someone else, and it’s not good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Any young lady, or perhaps she’s just a female, who spends some time mocking others is not a good candidate for my sons.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27276526-116838411834785021?l=heart4home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/feeds/116838411834785021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27276526&amp;postID=116838411834785021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/116838411834785021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/116838411834785021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/2007/01/undesirable-traits-for-young-women.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526.post-116680746860848184</id><published>2006-12-22T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T09:11:08.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Preparation for Motherhood, Part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m supposed to write something nice and mushy for Christmas, but my mind is still going about the subject of preparation for parenting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Last time I wrote about what I believe to be the first and foremost “requirement” for successful parenting, and that is, after having a living and vibrant relationship with the Lord Jesus Christ, to have a wonderful and loving relationship with your husband.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Today, I’d like to deal with what I believe to be one of the most important aspects of child training:&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Developing “Backbone”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mothers are famous the world over for being loving, kind, sweet, and always thinking the best of their children.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve noticed over the years, however, that mothers are also known for being “pushovers” – allowing their children to get away with everything short of murder!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not being willing to say “NO” is the root of an established selfish streak in a child.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A mother who is afraid, or even who has reservations about crossing a child’s will, quickly finds herself in situations far beyond her control.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A mother needs to have some “backbone,” willingness to say “no,” even when she doesn’t feel like it.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This philosophy doesn’t get along very well with the modern “do-whatever-feels-good” society, and I’m afraid many young women were coddled themselves, and so do not know what it is like to have someone say “no” to them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For young women such as these, there is a very high mountain to climb, but it is not unclimbable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“I can do all things through Christ, which strengthens me.”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Denying the flesh is the heart of the matter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A woman who is not willing to deny herself and work hard will be unable to require that of her children.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A woman who has a “hissy fit” when things don’t go her way will find it nearly impossible to direct her childrens’ wills, and insist on quiet compliance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We must understand the outcome of what we currently allow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everything done to a very small child will magnify itself, until the child is grown, at which time the character traits will actually be a large part of what the young person is.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Susanna Wesley, mother of the famous men of God, John and Charles Wesley, said it this way, &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“In order to form the minds of children, the first thing to be done is to conquer their will and bring them to an obedient temper.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To inform the understanding is a work of time, and must with children proceed by slow degrees, as they are able to bear it; but the subjecting the will is a thing that must be done at once, and the sooner the better, fot be neglecting timely correction they will contract a stubbornness and obstinacy which are hardly ever after conquered, and never without using such severity as would be as painful to me as to the child….I cannot yet dismiss the subject.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;As self-will is the root of all sin and misery, so whatever cherishes this in children ensures their after wretchedness and irreligion: whatever checks and mortifies it, promotes their future happiness and piety.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is still more evident when we further consider that religion is nothing else than doing the will of God and not our own; that the one grand impediment to our temporal and eternal happiness being this self-will, not indulgence of it can be trivial, no denial, unprofitable.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;(emphasis mine)&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For some reason, many of us have a tendency to allow boys, especially cute little ones, to “get away with more,” for lack of better words.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This does not help them at all!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They grow up to be big, self-centered mommy-coddled clods!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don’t let it happen!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ladies, we need to have some backbone!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Be willing to say “No!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First to yourself, and then to your children!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27276526-116680746860848184?l=heart4home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/feeds/116680746860848184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27276526&amp;postID=116680746860848184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/116680746860848184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/116680746860848184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/2006/12/preparation-for-motherhood-part-2-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526.post-116581620968360920</id><published>2006-12-10T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T22:17:58.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Preparing for Motherhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt;Here’s a question that was posed to me recently, and I thought is was a very good one.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt;What can I do, as a wife, to prepare myself for motherhood? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Spiritually, emotionally, mentally, physically or all of the above)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I first saw this question, I came up with an immediate answer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then I thought to myself, no, that’s too simple.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I thought about this awhile longer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then I came right back to the same answer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The more I thought about it, the more I can see the truth of this.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, my answer to this question is: the best way, as a wife, to prepare for motherhood is: Learn to LOVE your HUSBAND!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I said, it sounds like a very simple answer, but I believe it is one of the keys to being a good mother. The main key, of course, is a good relationship with the Lord Jesus Christ, but the next major step would be constantly developing a good relationship with your husband.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Children put an incredible strain on a marriage.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And it’s not just when they’re babies, either.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everything from differences in child training practices, the child manipulating one parent against the other, and even just not having much time to communicate are constantly putting stumbling blocks to a good marriage.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And with each added child, though each is a wonderful blessing from God, the dizzying round of activity and confusion increases.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If a marriage is cemented in Biblical values and love, it will weather many a storm, and you can be sure the storms will come.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But without both of those things, there can be no anchor for the marriage, and every problem becomes a nightmare.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When there is a problem in the marriage, it is a problem with the children.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is the old story of the man having trouble at work, comes home and argues with his wife, who in turn yells at the kids, who in turn kick the dog, who in turn bites the cat!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But if the marriage is solid and the wife is right with God, the man may come home and try to argue with his wife, but her soft answers will be an encouragement and blessing to him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then when she turns from him, she can smile at the children and speak words of blessing and comfort to them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In her tongue will be the law of kindness.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last week, I was able to spend a most wonderful time with my husband.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We talked, joked, laughed, and then went out for lunch where we planned, shared burdens, and bounced theories off of each other.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a time of seclusion and romance, just the two of us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But when I got home from my escapade into dreamland, I had an unstoppable smile.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The kids could spill the milk, fight over a baby doll, and step on my sore toe, and everything was still all right.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The moon was beautifully bright, and my husband loved me more than anyone else in the world.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What makes a great mother?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Love.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What better preparation for motherhood could there be?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And there can be no more stabilizing influence in a family than for mom to be terribly in love with dad!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27276526-116581620968360920?l=heart4home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/feeds/116581620968360920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27276526&amp;postID=116581620968360920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/116581620968360920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/116581620968360920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/2006/12/preparing-for-motherhood-heres.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526.post-116486273601416594</id><published>2006-11-29T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T20:58:56.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;A Question About Blanket Training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi, I have a friend who is dying to know about this blanket training thing. I just want to see if you have anything to add to the way I described it to her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I watched Lisa train her one year old (he's now 3) to play on the blanket. She just put him on the blanket with some toys and she sat near him (off the blanket), holding a wooden spoon. She tapped/hit all around the edges of the blanket with the spoon. He just looked at her-it was funny. Then, she said, "Are you having fun on the blanket? Jason is playing on the blanket" very calmly and and happily. Of course, when he did the inevitable, put his hand outside the blanket she gently tapped his hand and said, "stay on the blanket". She only left him there for very short time and then did it for about 5 minutes the next day and so on. She said the older they are the faster/better they learn it, but every child is different, probably. Hope it works well for you. Again, she didn't even hurt his little hand, just basically touched it with the spoon to get the point across. I'm sure you could use a thump with your hand if you didn't want to use the rod. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kerry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a whole booklet written on the subject of blanket training, but it's been so long ago, it got lost in some other hard drive crash and the hard copy disappeared with one of our many moves.  Ugh!  It goes into great detail on the why's and how's, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much could be written on the subject.  I think you described it in a nutshell, though.  Little children find it very amusing to see me tapping the spoon around the edges of the blanket.  They think it is a game at first, and, really it sort of is.  They are very surprised when they first put a hand off the blanket and receive a little swat with the spoon.  But with patience, perserverence, and brief training periods, even a very young child can learn to willingly stay on the blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very helpful for times when you just need junior to stay put for a bit.  I practiced during daily family devotions, so when we needed to stand up in a church and sing, the child would sit contentedly on his blanket.  It's really very effective, or at least it was with my little ones *until* they figured out how to slide the whole blanket across the floor!  Well, then we had to change tactics a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this helps.  I sure have enjoyed answering.  Makes me feel like I know something.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27276526-116486273601416594?l=heart4home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/feeds/116486273601416594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27276526&amp;postID=116486273601416594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/116486273601416594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/116486273601416594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/2006/11/question-about-blanket-training-hi-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526.post-116440487193213431</id><published>2006-11-24T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T14:39:56.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tea Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For just a few moments, time stands still.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I an no longer the busy mother – I become Lady Elizabeth, and my tea companions are no longer my little girls – they become the most lovely acquaintances to converse with: Lady Pricilla, Princess Mae, and Lady Esther.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For just a few moments, we have the most elegant tea, surrounded by the finest things to be seen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We exchange news of our travels; one has traveled to &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Washington&lt;/st1:State&gt; and &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, another across the &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Great&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Sea&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt; to a new, strange land, and another to &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Michigan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;, to visit a Queen and her friends.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We discuss the wonders of this modern era: the new steam engine and the telephone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For just a few moments, we use the best of manners, and give each other the most lavish gifts – hand-woven silk handkerchiefs from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, the most exquisite hand-painted miniature tea cups, and the finest Egyptian parchment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We have the grandest of times.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We tell stories, laugh at old jokes, and revel in each other’s captivating company.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For just a few moments, I lay aside my responsibilities, and become my girls’ best friend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Because I know that childhood is only…for just a few moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27276526-116440487193213431?l=heart4home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/feeds/116440487193213431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27276526&amp;postID=116440487193213431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/116440487193213431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/116440487193213431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/2006/11/tea-time-for-just-few-moments-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526.post-116426006595481407</id><published>2006-11-22T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T21:34:25.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Learning to Lean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has been so good to me, but I am realizing, as I reflect on this year, that some of the best things that have happened to me have been the most difficult ones.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And the reason they are the best things, is because they have caused me to lean on the Lord more than before.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This past year, I lost my wonderful mother.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was the hardest thing I have ever gone through, to hold her hand as she was slipping out of this world, and realize that these were the hands that fed me, dressed me, and held me, like I do now to my little ones.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These hands and this dear person would not be here any more to talk to, to be with, to laugh with, to ask questions of, or to share little tidbits about the kids with.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Those days are gone, they are over.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I am learning to lean more on the Lord.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When my oldest daughter got married, it was a wonderful time, but a very difficult one for me, since I missed my own mother so much.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was so much looking forward to that wedding.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was supposed to be there!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, the Lord was still there, though my mom was not.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can ask Him questions, tell Him my troubles, and seek Him for guidance.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Lord has allowed me to go through this, and grow through this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am very thankful&lt;br /&gt;for His presence and His wisdom!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27276526-116426006595481407?l=heart4home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/feeds/116426006595481407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27276526&amp;postID=116426006595481407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/116426006595481407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/116426006595481407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/2006/11/learning-to-lean-lord-has-been-so-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526.post-116347085458615191</id><published>2006-11-13T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:27:23.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Blessing of the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I’d let you soak on the good news for awhile before I went on with some deep subjects.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Lord has been good to me, in allowing me to make some nice savings on groceries.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I did some internet searching, and found &lt;a href="http://www.grocerygame.com/"&gt;www.grocerygame.com&lt;/a&gt;, a place which will match local sales with local coupons.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I tried the trial subscription, and found that I saved about $44.00 in coupons in just the first week!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is my fouth week now, and I saved $43.04 in coupons!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve been averaging in the upper $40’s and last week, actually hit the $50.00 mark!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know that’s not big time like some folks, but it is a real blessing to me.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve been paying less, and bringing home more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By maxing the savings, my pantries are slowly getting more and more full.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I used to go shopping every week at Walmart, and spend about $150.00 every week, take it home, and have it all consumed within the next week!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then I’d go to the store again, and do it all over, only to have it eaten up by the next week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(That’s not difficult when you have 7 children at home, 3 of them teens, to feed.)&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Well, now, I’m spending approximately $20-30 less, and slowly building up my reserves, so that in time of need I’ll have something to make.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I also desire to have enough to feed soldiers who come for dinner on Sundays, without feeling like I’m sacrificing a lot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have enough ketchup now, that if a guys comes who likes ketchup on everything, it’s not going to make any difference.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What a blessing this has been to me!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It has also been a lot of fun, going through the store and seeing what I can find cheaply.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I heard someone say before, it can be very addicting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“The blessing of the Lord, it maketh rich, and He addeth not sorrow to it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I hadn't thought of it before now, but if you sign on to www.thegrocerygame.com and you tell them I recommended you, I can get some free weeks!&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27276526-116347085458615191?l=heart4home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/feeds/116347085458615191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27276526&amp;postID=116347085458615191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/116347085458615191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/116347085458615191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/2006/11/blessing-of-lord-i-thought-id-let-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526.post-116279595985990523</id><published>2006-11-05T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:49:26.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mother…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What a wonderful word.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It just speaks of kindness, gentleness, patience, and love.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is smelling flowers, walking in windy fields, and wiping chubby hands.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is one of the highest honors to be bestowed on a human being in this life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To be a mother is to be the recipient of the greatest blessing of God known to mankind, and yet, it is the highest responsibility known to man, or woman for that matter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mother…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How wonderful is the word.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But wait!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Could there be something more wonderful??&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve heard, maybe.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess I’ll find out soon enough – I’m going to become a grandmother!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My sweet daughter and her husband found out that they have been blessed with a baby, which is due sometime next year, probably in July!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Praise be to our Wonderful Lord!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Could there be something more wonderful, yet more sobering, than motherhood?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Congratulations, Kathryn and Matthew, my beloved children!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;May God’s richest blessings be upon you, and if you have children half as good to you as you are to me, you will be blessed beyond all measure!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27276526-116279595985990523?l=heart4home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/feeds/116279595985990523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27276526&amp;postID=116279595985990523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/116279595985990523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/116279595985990523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/2006/11/mother-what-wonderful-word.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526.post-116260530760280321</id><published>2006-11-03T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T17:55:07.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Thinking, and Seeking, and Praying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lately I’ve been listening to a sermon by Dr. S.M. Davis on “Passing Your Values Onto Your Children.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I say, I’ve been listening to it, because I listen to messages dealing with homemaking and child training while I am in the bathroom getting ready for my shower, and after I get out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It takes time, maybe a week or so, but I at least get to listen to something that can impact my life during those brief moments in a day which could be wasted.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, the message has really been getting me thinking.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dr. Davis deals with the importance of leading our children to understand the “why’s” of life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I feel there is a real lesson for me in there somewhere, dealing with the things I’ve been thinking about lately, and hence, writing about.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I've been seeking the Lord, and asking Him for wisdom in this area.  I feel this is an extremely important issue for today.  When I solidify my thinking a bit more in this area, I will pass along what I am learning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hopefully, it can be a blessing to all of us!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27276526-116260530760280321?l=heart4home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/feeds/116260530760280321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27276526&amp;postID=116260530760280321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/116260530760280321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/116260530760280321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/2006/11/thinking-and-seeking-and-praying.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526.post-116227249736124197</id><published>2006-10-30T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:26:19.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My disciples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was going about my usual business last week, and I noticed something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was not an unusual thing I noticed; it was something that happened all the time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is a normal, everyday occurrence.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What I noticed about this thing was something that God was speaking to my heart: I have my very own disciples, my little children.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went outside to hang out the laundry, and my 7-year old, 5 year-old, and 3 year-old followed me out to play.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As soon as I went in, they followed me inside.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I went to the store, they begged to come along.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I go to church, they are following me everywhere, to the point that if I turn around, I often trip on one of them!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I must admit, regretfully, that I have often wished they could just “go play by themselves for awhile,” so I can get something done.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But this past week, as we were at a missions conference and the Lord was working in my heart about the lost around the world, He very gently showed me the little ones in my home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“These are your disciples,” God seemed to say.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I sat in my pew, with the preacher going on and on, I realized what potential I have been ignoring.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here I have with me on a daily basis, a small group of young people completely dedicated to following me in whatever I do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They love me and want to be with me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They want to do what I do, and learn from me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What an opportunity!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can pour good things into their moldable little lives right now that I will never be able to get in later on.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I asked the Lord for forgiveness for taking such a grave responsibility for granted, and asked Him for help to teach and direct them in the right way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I soon had my first test!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Saturday morning, it was time to clean the van.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, you have to understand a little bit about us to understand the enormity of the task of cleaning the van.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We have a large 15 passenger van, and it was extremely dirty on the inside from remnants of our 4 ½ month trip.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had cleaned it a few times during our trip, but it had been awhile, and if you can imagine a family of 8 living out of their van for a few months, you can begin to imagine the disaster which we called home for awhile.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was going to be a big job, and I knew it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This job would only be made bigger and more complicated if I added some small children to it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I knew that not only did the van need cleaned, but also the children needed to spend some time helping me clean it, so we could work together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They need to learn that work is a daily occurrence.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, we set out to clean the van.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had four helpers: all the way from the 11 year-old on down.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It took all morning, and was lots of work, but in the end, we had a very clean van, and some happy kids!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I told them I would give them a few caramels if they worked hard, and they sure did work to get those things!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And my, did they enjoy them when they ate them!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And what a clean van we have now!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I made sure I told everyone how the little ones and I cleaned the van out, and all the big kids, and even Daddy oooo-ed and aaahh-ed over such a clean vehicle!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How good that made those little kids feel!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They are learning each and every day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I try to drop little bits of wisdom, and now I am trying to have them work with me as we go about our days.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How wonderful it is to serve God by investing of myself in my little ones!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are my disciples.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27276526-116227249736124197?l=heart4home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/feeds/116227249736124197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27276526&amp;postID=116227249736124197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/116227249736124197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/116227249736124197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-disciples-i-was-going-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526.post-116137282403919835</id><published>2006-10-20T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T09:05:51.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Has Your Son Asked Yet?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve been looking for the proper time to get into “Has Your Son Asked Yet?” Part 2, but it’s been a long and difficult week or so.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Has it been that long ago?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As most of you know, we’ve been traveling, and have finally arrived home a week ago today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, unfortunately, someone brought their little sick child into church Thursday night, and we all came down with the stomach flu.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With a family of little ones, it’s a messy time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thank God for a washer, and a sweet husband!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, getting back to the topic of kids asking questions and our responses - our children have a lot of information they need to daily process into their brains.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As a result, they have many conflicting reports, and even thoughts that are difficult to understand, depending on their age.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And, as I said before, once they are old enough to see that our family does things differently than some other families, they wonder the age-old question, “why?”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It should not surprise us that they ask.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yet, for some reason, most of us are mortified by the question.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think the fear is related to personal failure.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let me explain.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have a dear friend who e-mailed me, saying that,&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt;“I also remember not knowing why we did certain things, and later learning the reason why from somewhere else and telling my mom.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt;She would just say, "You knew that! I told you that already!"&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She indeed could have told me a lot of these things, but either I didn't get it or didn't remember. Also, if I asked about something she got impatient or mad and thought I was trying to rebel about it.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why did her mother get angry?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Simple: she felt threatened.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She had an awfully lot riding on that little gal, and if she didn’t turn out the way she thought she should, then it spelled failure for her as a mother.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her daughter’s simple question became a personal threat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A flood of emotions instantly goes through my mind when one of my children questions why we do what we do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;They don’t know?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Where have they been all this time?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Have I failed to communicate this to them?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How unsettled are they on this?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is there anything else they are questioning?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Are they questioning this because they don’t want to do it?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don’t they want to please God?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Are they headed down a path of rejecting truth, ending in certain destruction?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;HOW HAVE I FAILED?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All these emotions become balled up in our hearts and can come exploding out the mouth, and we can say ugly things to our beloved children, even accusing them of rebellion, when perhaps all they want is information.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This emotional, uncontrolled response will only drive a wedge between our children and us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Before long, they will stop asking questions, fearing the nuclear explosion that is sure to follow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But it will not help them come to a proper conclusion in the matter in question.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If we are prepared in advance for the questions when they come, it will surely help us to field them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How can we prepare?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;1)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Be much in Prayer&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;2)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;prepare – study up on your convictions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Be sure they are convictions before enforcing them on your family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;3)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;remember how the Lord led you to that conviction, and be prepared to tell your children.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And 4) Make sure your explanations are rational and logical.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Many young people think they are rational, for the most part, and want to have things explained to them as though they are able to think through some difficult topics logically.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Encourage them to understand that submitting themselves to God is their “good and reasonable service.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Bible says, “bring them up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord.” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Blowing up at them is not nurture, nor is it biblical admonition.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let’s ask the Lord to help us know how to answer our children, so that we can lead them in the right paths.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27276526-116137282403919835?l=heart4home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/feeds/116137282403919835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27276526&amp;postID=116137282403919835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/116137282403919835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/116137282403919835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/2006/10/has-your-son-asked-yet-part-2-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526.post-116084167580132651</id><published>2006-10-14T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T17:51:11.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SAVE 30% OFF MEAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Biblicalwomanhoodonline.com is doing Frugal Fridays, so I am participating when I can think of a frugal tip!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anytime I can save money, especially on meat, it is a blessing!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I found that the Walmarts in my area mark their meat down 30% on Thursday, to make room for the shopping rush on Friday &amp; Saturday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I went early enough (they begin marking down at 6:30am!), I could get many different cuts of meat for 30% off Walmart price, which is already usually pretty low.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A few months ago, I went to the meat department and asked them when they mark their meat down and they told me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It has been a real savings for our family!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27276526-116084167580132651?l=heart4home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/feeds/116084167580132651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27276526&amp;postID=116084167580132651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/116084167580132651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/116084167580132651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/2006/10/save-30-off-meat-biblicalwomanhoodonli.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526.post-116071399110631237</id><published>2006-10-12T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T15:49:17.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE’RE HOME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After 4 ½ months on the road, the Rolling Raub Ranch has come to a temporary halt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are finally home – for now.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was like Christmas all over again, with the little ones seeing all their long-since forgotten toys, and us trying to remember where everything was, including the dishes!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We arrived home at around 6:00pm last night, and immediately looked over the property.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With our 11 acres, it was no small task, but we did it nonetheless!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then we found out that none of us had the key to the house!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Within a few minutes, however, someone produced a key which had long been forgotten about, and we went into the house with much trepidation.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thankfully, everything was in great shape.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a bit dirty from the hustle of preparing for the trip, but otherwise pretty good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But not for long – we began carrying 4 ½ months worth of accumulation, and it soon turned into a war zone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As of this writing, 11:25 pm the next day, we are slightly dug out, but there is still much to be done.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But for now, we will enjoy being home, and between periods of digging, we will enjoy each others’ company and keep you posted!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27276526-116071399110631237?l=heart4home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/feeds/116071399110631237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27276526&amp;postID=116071399110631237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/116071399110631237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/116071399110631237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/2006/10/were-home-after-4-months-on-road.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526.post-116019269105345680</id><published>2006-10-06T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T20:44:51.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Frugal Fridays!&lt;/span&gt;  Sponsered by Biblicalwomanhoodonline.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tip:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finding inexpensive gas while traveling:&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We travel a lot in the ministry, so it is imperative that we find inexpensive gas in the areas we are in, or going to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just go to &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://autos.msn.com/everyday/gasstations.aspx?zip=&amp;src=Netx"&gt;http://autos.msn.com/everyday/gasstations.aspx?zip=&amp;amp;src=Netx&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and plug in the zip code of the area I am in or going to, and it will give me to location of the cheapest gas in that area.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This has been invaluable to us on the road, since every penny saved in the tank is a penny used to feed my 7 kiddos!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27276526-116019269105345680?l=heart4home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/feeds/116019269105345680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27276526&amp;postID=116019269105345680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/116019269105345680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/116019269105345680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/2006/10/frugal-fridays-sponsered-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526.post-116010484821737096</id><published>2006-10-05T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T19:31:46.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Busy times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Never fear; I haven’t forgotten – Has Your Son Asked Yet Part 2 will be forthcoming!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We have been traveling, and are having revival meetings this week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It makes for a very busy day when we have school during the day, prepare all the kiddos (baths, etc.) every afternoon, and meetings during the evening.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Lord has been gracious in allowing us to sing and preach (my husband, of course,) this week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My Beloved is preaching on the Potter and the Clay – a series of 3 parts.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the meantime, while I am still writing Part 2, I would love to hear from some of my readers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Please leave a comment so I know that someone is out there!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is strange sometimes to write for a faceless audience – I’d appreciate your comments!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27276526-116010484821737096?l=heart4home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/feeds/116010484821737096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27276526&amp;postID=116010484821737096' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/116010484821737096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/116010484821737096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/2006/10/busy-times-never-fear-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526.post-115967253809468562</id><published>2006-09-30T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T20:15:38.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Astrological Sign?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Someone asked me a question about my profile, wondering if the “astrological sign” is the same thing as a zodiac sign or a horoscope.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I just want to let everyone know that I did not put that on my profile personally – it must have come with the blog template.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I tried another template, and that had the same thing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This time, when I deleted my birthday – hooray! – the astrological sign disappeared!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No, I strongly oppose zodiac, astrological signs, and horoscopes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These things are open doors to the occult, and I am SO GLAD they are off my profile!!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thank you, anonymous, for bringing this to my attention.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27276526-115967253809468562?l=heart4home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/feeds/115967253809468562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27276526&amp;postID=115967253809468562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/115967253809468562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/115967253809468562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/2006/09/astrological-sign-someone-asked-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526.post-115923097093309767</id><published>2006-09-25T16:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T17:14:24.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Has Your Son Asked Yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Part 1&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“And those twelve stones, which they took out of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Jordan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, did Joshua pitch in Gilgal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And he spake unto the children of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Israel&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, saying, When your children shall ask their fathers in time to come, saying, What mean these stones?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then ye shall let your children know, saying, Israel came over this Jordan on dry land…that all te people of the earth might know the hand of the LORD, that it is mighty: that ye might fear the LORD your God forever.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Joshua 4:20-24&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Since we had been driving most of the day, we were all very tired.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Most of us were quietly at a missions apartment, enjoying various evening activities.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Though&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was very busy getting the little ones bathed and ready for bed, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was definitely enjoying not being in the van.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was during this very busy and tired time that one of my sons asked a question I was totally unprepared for: “Why do we do this such-and-such a way?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I was little, you would just tell me that it was bad, but I’m older now, and I would like to know why we do it this way.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Needless to say, I stopped right in my tracks and began to try to explain why we have that particular standard.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I soon realized two things:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;that the explanation would require much more time than I had immediately available, and that my explanation needed to be thought through completely before I could verbalize my beliefs.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You see, standards are like the stones that the children of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Israel&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; raised up:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;they are the outward expression of an important lesson God has taught us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is an expression of our love for Christ (“if you love me, keep my commandments”) and a practical application of your beliefs (for example, since it is true that God created men and women to be different, then we should dress differently, etc.).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Standards are visible “pillars” in our lives that make us different from those who do not know and love the Lord.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But just like the pillar of stone in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Israel&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, one day when our children are old enough, they will wonder why we do things differently.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They will one day ask, “why do we do this this way?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are two parts to this scenario.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One part shows me that if the parents had been doing their job all along, the son would have no reason to ask – they would already know the answer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In my case, that was part of what shocked me – I thought I had been explaining it to him, but apparently what I have been telling him was just the simple answer I would give a 5 year old.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve been saying things like, “we don’t do that, that’s not good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s not the way the Lord would have us do it.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The second part is that your son WILL ask if they don’t already know.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They will be curious.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They will notice the world around them and wonder why your family does things differently than other families.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They may even get to the point where they do not even ask for information, but sometimes as a challenge, “But &lt;i style=""&gt;WHY??&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Knowing that they will ask, or at least will be curious even though they may not even verbalize that curiosity, we as parents need to be prepared to answer any question they may have.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Many of us have been children of God for awhile, and we sometimes lose touch with the “why” of what we do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We would be wise to regularly refresh ourselves of the way the Lord has led us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As we tell our children step-by-step how we came to the conclusions we came to many years ago, may the Lord help our children to have understanding hearts in these matters. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Believe me, I am doing some heavy-duty remembering and thinking, as well as praying and searching the Scriptures.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And maybe it’ll be the topic of a future entry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But in the meantime, I need to find a chunk of time in my schedule to spend some quality time with my son!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27276526-115923097093309767?l=heart4home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/feeds/115923097093309767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27276526&amp;postID=115923097093309767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/115923097093309767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/115923097093309767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/2006/09/has-your-son-asked-yet-part-1-and_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526.post-115863699161109954</id><published>2006-09-18T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T20:36:31.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What Can We DO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people are confused about a very important issue when it comes to training their children.  They wonder what they can do to put their children on a godly path.  They read everything on child training they can get their hands on, attend numerous seminars, and invest in character training curriculum only to experience deep frustration when their children do not seem to be “getting it.”  Though these well-meaning parents have put a lot of effort into guiding their children down the right path, their offspring may very well snub their nose at the whole business and go on their own merry way, leaving the parents to wonder what they did wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key word to that entire previous paragraph was the words “did,” and “do.”  I believe with all my heart that, though what we do is vastly important in the eyes of our children, it is what we ARE that makes them into what they will be.  It is not so much what we DO that is important, it is what we ARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an extremely important concept, which many overlook.  That means that for any work of eternal value to occur in the lives of our children, it is virtually wholly dependent on what we ARE as parents, not what we DO, though what we do is also important.  We want our children to be godly Christians.  ARE we godly Christians ourselves?  We want our children to be submissive to God and to us – ARE we submissive to God and to our husbands?  We want them to read their Bibles and have a vibrant relationship with God – ARE we living as close to God as we should?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, it is much harder to BE different than it is to just DO some different things.  We are now talking about our flesh – our stony heart of flesh.  In our flesh, we are able to put on a good show and work hard, if necessary.  We can determine that we will do a certain thing and make sure it gets accomplished.  We can do a very good job at lots of things.  But to BE is a different matter.  To BE loving, to BE patient, to BE kind, to BE joyful, to BE gentle, to BE longsuffering – that requires the Holy Spirit of God.  It would be so easy to write about a method to get children to do something, but to write about getting children to BE something for God requires the parents Being something for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many child training methods out there, all of them the subject of much debate.  Demand feeding or scheduled feeding?  Use the rod, or no?  Which curriculum is best?  How can we teach them to be responsible?  Keep a schedule, or not?  Unschooling, or classical education?  What should we DO???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is loaded with literature on the HOW of child training, and yet, it is the state of BEING of the parents that is the crux point.  It is so much easier just to do something good – follow a formula, or a prescribed set of rules or regulations – than it is to BE something good.  And this is right where it gets difficult – this issue demands every parent to examine herself, searching her own motives and desires.  It goes right to the HEART of the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible says we should “keep our hearts with all diligence, for out of it are the issues of life.”  It is the heart which is the parent to what we do, and how we deal with our children.  Do we want our children to be patient?  You know where I’m going with all this – are WE patient?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they question is not, “DID you use the rod or didn’t you?”  The question is now, “ARE you consistent?”  It is not, “DO you have a schedule or not?”  The question is now, “ARE you seeking to please the Lord with the use of your time?”  The question is not, “DID you do school today?”  It is now, “ARE you seeking to do God’s Will today?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how we desperately need the Spirit of God to guide and help us as we examine ourselves, and to humble ourselves before Him.  Though what we do is vastly important, it is not so much what we do, as what we are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27276526-115863699161109954?l=heart4home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/feeds/115863699161109954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27276526&amp;postID=115863699161109954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/115863699161109954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/115863699161109954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-can-we-do-many-people-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526.post-115706768346573668</id><published>2006-08-31T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T16:51:22.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THERE IS NO PLAN B – PART 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“My hope is in God…”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Many people think it would be great if their children would grow up to serve God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They seem to think that if their kids go do their own thing, it is no great loss.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After all, how can we expect them to live godly lives in this generation?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I spoke once with one dear mother of ten, who said, “If just one or two of them turn out for God, then I will be glad!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought, &lt;i style=""&gt;Just one or two of them??!!?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Which ones are you willing to allow to go to the lions?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These kinds of people think that, though living for God is the ideal, it is not really encouraged, nor is it expected.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are surprised when they meet a young person&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;who fervently desires to live his life for God.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In my last post, I mentioned that one of the main helps to me in child training is the absolute necessity of having the help of God!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can not – repeat, can NOT – raise a child for God without His help!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I sense an adverse attitude, I must cry out to Him with an earnest expectation of His help.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I do not have another option, there is no plan B.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then, we must understand that there can be no other option for our children but serving God!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, I don’t talk to my children and tell them that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t threaten them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But deep down in my heart, I cannot be satisfied with a mediocre Christianity for my children.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whatever they may do with their lives, I want them to be the godliest person they can be.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Though they may be a policeman, a plumber, or a homemaker, they must have a living, growing, vibrant relationship with God!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They cannot have strength for the journey without it.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some people seem to think that having children who will serve God after they leave the home would be a great idea.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For me, it is an all-consuming passion.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is a day and night, with every breath, vehement desire on my part.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This all-encompassing vision drives me to my knees and to the Word of God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I become a student of my students – I study them, searching for slight shades of attitude problems, seeking for guidance from God and godly people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can leave no stone unturned in my quest to train them up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This all-encompassing desire has two outlets: 1) my relationship with my children, and 2) the passing of values to my children.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I cannot, however, have the second without the first.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I must have a good relationship with my children before they will embrace the values I show them from the Word of God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These two important missions are completely consuming to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For me, there is no other option – there is no Plan B.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is this principle that has led my husband and I as we have made some very hard decisions in our lives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Lord has helped us get rid of things, add other things, and basically changed us as parents.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has changed not just what we do, but what we are.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We cannot be the “normal” American Christian and expect to turn out great spiritual giants for the Lord.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We need to be different, in order to make a difference.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Which brings me to my final point:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;why bother?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I mean, why put all this effort into pouring our lives into our children?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Someone needs to make an impact on this society for God – someone needs to reach this godless generation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are more people in the world now than ever before, and less people witnessing – less missionaries, less pastors, less godly Christian workers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This has got to change if we are ever to reach the world for Christ.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Marriages are failing at an incredible rate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We need a generation who knows how to stay together “til death do us part.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We need a generation who will raise another generation for God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We NEED to raise our children to serve God – there is NO PLAN B!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;God does not have another option for reaching the world if we don’t do it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is no army of angels waiting on the sidelines to take over if we fail.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has given us this Great Commission, and we must accomplish it, or die trying!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;THERE IS NO PLAN B!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27276526-115706768346573668?l=heart4home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/feeds/115706768346573668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27276526&amp;postID=115706768346573668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/115706768346573668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/115706768346573668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/2006/08/there-is-no-plan-b-part-2-my-hope-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526.post-115686581602489270</id><published>2006-08-29T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T16:52:30.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THERE IS NO ‘PLAN B’!&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;part 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;These next two entries are especially designed for young mothers – those who can most profit from such exhortation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My heart goes out to those godly ladies whose children have gone off into the world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Their plight is one of the most difficult in human existence, and it is not at all my intention to increase their sorrow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Please accept my humble condolences for you during this difficult time, and recognize that for many, the battle is far from over.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Ps. 119:136&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Rivers of waters run down mine eyes, because they keep not Thy law.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;III John :4&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“I have no greater joy than to hear that my children walk in truth.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A father of several young adults recently took our family out to eat after church on Sunday night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We enjoyed a blessed time of fellowship, sharing blessings from the Lord and insights from Scripture.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;During the course of the evening, he began to talk with my sons, ages 18 and 16.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could tell that as he was speaking to them, hearing their aspirations to serve the Lord in full-time capacity, and noticing their fervency for the Lord, he began to get very excited.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was almost as though he had never seen a young person who truly wanted to serve God with his life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He seemed joyously surprised, and troubled at the same time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately, two of his three children have gone out into the world, and, though one has “come back” (at least for now), the third may be already pointed that direction, though she has not graduated from school yet.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was once asked by a missionary candidate what I “do” to “make my children turn out for God.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought briefly and told her very pointedly, “I think a good part of it may be because I have no Plan B.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is no other option for me.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(By the way, it’s not what we “do” that makes them turn out to serve God, it is what we are!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But that’s another subject for another time.)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;First of all, we must understand that if the Lord does not help us in child training, &lt;u&gt;there is no Plan B&lt;/u&gt; – we MUST have His help! “Except the Lord build the house, they labour in vain that build it…”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“…for vain is the help of man.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All efforts of pointing children to God must begin with God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is the One to give us the wisdom, guidance, patience and strength.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To attempt to do God’s work without God’s help is foolish indeed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And so, having children has truly strengthened my prayer life – when I sense adverse attitudes or habits, I cry out to God on behalf of my child.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes this must be accompanied by fasting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But my God is strong enough to help, and even change the situation, though many times He changes me first.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Many people seem to have a back-up plan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is a plethora of written material on child training, from Dr. Spock to Dr. Brazelton, to Dr Phil, and none of it is the wisdom that descends from above.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;None of it is empowered by the Holy Spirit of God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So to try to raise a child with the world’s philosophies and practices and expect him to turn out for God is quite foolish indeed!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Butter and honey shall he eat, that he may know to choose the good and refuse the evil.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We simply cannot have a back-up plan of worldly advice and still raise children for the glory of God!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We MUST have His help!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;There is NO Plan B!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27276526-115686581602489270?l=heart4home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/feeds/115686581602489270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27276526&amp;postID=115686581602489270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/115686581602489270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/115686581602489270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/2006/08/there-is-no-plan-b-part-1-these-next.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526.post-115659863058554430</id><published>2006-08-26T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T10:54:08.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WRITIN’ GRANDMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I've been thinking lately about about old age, and its effects on people.  My last post was about how many compromise when they get older.  This doesn't have to be the case, however.  We can live godly lives throughout all our days, encouraging others to do the same.  What an impact we can have on the next generation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Many of our young people lack a purpose in their lives, and thus become fodder for every temptation and wind of doctrine that blows by.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They live their lives aimlessly, not considering their future, or having any idea what they could or should be doing with their lives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This lack of purpose can be headed off by some wise words of influential people in their lives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And who could be more influential in the life of a young person than their mother and grandmother?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How wonderful it would be if godly young ladies would determine in their hearts to do whatever it takes to raise godly children.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They can spend their youth bearing children, training them, and loving them, showing them the right way to go.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then when they become grandmothers, they can write – they can write about God’s wonderful works, and about how God helped them raise a godly generation.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Psalm 78:4 says, “We will not hide them from their children, shewing to the generation to come the praises of the Lord, and His strength, and His wonderful works that He hath done.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And again, in verses seven and eight, it says, “That they (the children) might set their hope in God, and not forget the works of God, but keep His commandments: And might not be as their fathers, a stubborn and rebellious generation; a generation that set not their heart aright, and whose spirit was not stedfast with God.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why did the children of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Israel&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; begin to serve other gods?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Because they were not taught the marvelous works of the Lord God of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Israel&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why do our young people lack purpose to serve God?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Because the older generation is not doing their job to tell the marvelous works of God!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You may say, “Oh, but there’s already a lot of information out there, written by people who communicate much better than I do, and it looks better, too.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe so, but no one can write your experiences, and that is exactly what we are called upon to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Your children and grandchildren would love to know how God worked in your life and brought you through some valleys – it would help them trust in the same God who can bring them through some valleys as well.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh, what could be accomplished if godly Grandmas began to write what God has taught them!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, what a plethora of tremendously influential material could be written - and that from the eye of experience - how to serve God, how to love our husbands, love our children, and have a happy life raising a generation of godly children.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lord, give us a generation of writin’ grandmas, that we can raise a Christ-like generation!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27276526-115659863058554430?l=heart4home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/feeds/115659863058554430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27276526&amp;postID=115659863058554430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/115659863058554430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/115659863058554430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/2006/08/writin-grandmas-ive-been-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526.post-115595650223653904</id><published>2006-08-18T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T20:32:49.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DANGER: OLD AGE AHEAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, I don’t know about you, but I enjoy skating.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, when we got an invitation to go skating with a church, we naturally took them up on it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m a kid at heart, so I looked forward to skating as much as the young folks in my home.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;But I was unprepared for the surprise that awaited me at the rink.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everything was going fine, until the music started.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some of the songs were recognizable as godly hymns or spiritual songs, but the vast majority of the music was nothing different than the same old rock music I listened to when I was living selfishly as a lost young person.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I was skating my circles, though the words of the songs were “Jesus words”, I still felt the same surge of adrenaline I used to feel when skating to the same old rock music.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought to myself, &lt;i style=""&gt;This is horrible!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I wanted a rock concert, I would go to one, but I don’t want to subject myself to a rock concert!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I began thinking about the Pastor of the church, and how he used to preach against rock music and contemporary “Christian” music.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought about how his children grew up listening to godly music, but now they are listening to worldly music, and his grandchildren may be subjected the completely secular rock music.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remembered how, as his children grew older, his music standards began to slide, and I came to a very sobering conclusion: getting older is very dangerous.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It seems to me that as many people age, they get tired of holding onto the godly ways of living.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They get tired of the questions from their young people, and get tired of having to explain to others why they do what do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They get older, and they get tired.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How many times have I seen an older person who used to stand for God, and used to live a godly life, who no longer does.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Somewhere along the line they decided that they have “learned better,” or have “grown out of it.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Many of these are the same people that had to endure the hardship of family pressure to compromise, but who stood for years to do God’s Will.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now they have relaxed their standards and no longer make a difference in the world around them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are older.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are tired.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are making very dangerous moves.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know a preacher that in his younger days stood for the Lord, and preached to live a godly life, but he had a heart attack, became sick, and got tired.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His older children are living godly lives, but he is losing his younger children to the world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Though his actions may be entirely justifiable as physical difficulties, he has lost his determination to do whatever it takes to raise a godly heritage for God.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It scares me when I see folks who know better getting older and tired.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I see the importance of determination, and I ask God to help me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lord, don’t allow me to relax until I get to heaven!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rest time is later – now is the time to serve God!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27276526-115595650223653904?l=heart4home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/feeds/115595650223653904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27276526&amp;postID=115595650223653904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/115595650223653904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/115595650223653904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/2006/08/danger-old-age-ahead-now-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526.post-115464635265159497</id><published>2006-08-03T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T19:18:07.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Of Sharks and Daughters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier I wrote about the professional shark feeder who found out the hard way that a shark is a shark is a shark – it cannot be expected to perform any way other than a shark.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I applied this to our relationship to our husbands, and how we cannot expect them to act any way other than the way they are made.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Another thing the Lord showed me through this is my changing relationship with my newly married daughter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you’ve been reading this blog any length of time, you know that my oldest daughter just married the beginning of July, and I found myself out of a dear friend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is difficult to be only a phone call away, and even sometimes not hear from her for several days.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe I’m s bit spoiled or selfish, but I think of her often and&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;miss her greatly.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Since I hadn’t heard from her in several days, I finally called her on Friday and left a message on her machine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately, she didn’t return my call, and I actually ended up calling her on Sunday just to make sure she was still alive!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thankfully, she is, and so I am relieved, of course, but a bit irritated just the same.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, my memory jogs me a bit, and I remember times when my mother would call me in exasperation, wondering if I had fallen off a cliff or got wrapped around a tree.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would always be surprised that she was so concerned!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And now, here I am, in exactly the same shoes.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My dear daughter is starting the adventure of her life – making her own home and starting her own family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is a very busy, happy time!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her mind is understandably not thinking about us a whole lot.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And that’s where the difficulty lies.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She has entered into a new phase of life, and I am not looking at the hard facts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just as a shark cannot be expected to act like anything other than a shark, so a newly married daughter cannot be expected to act like one who is not.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I must love her for who she is, not what I would like her to be.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;By the way, I would not want her to be overly attached to me – it would greatly endanger the new relationship with her husband.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She needs all the time with him and attention to him that she can muster to be the proper wife.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I must love her for who she is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27276526-115464635265159497?l=heart4home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/feeds/115464635265159497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27276526&amp;postID=115464635265159497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/115464635265159497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/115464635265159497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/2006/08/of-sharks-and-daughters-earlier-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526.post-115435885329835314</id><published>2006-07-31T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T08:14:13.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Of Sharks and Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Don Reed was a professional diver who fed tank sharks for a living.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He had a healthy respect for the creatures, but still developed a special bond with one of his sevengill sharks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were many times when he felt that just perhaps the shark was bonding to him as well – until the day he felt her powerful jaws clamp down on him!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You see, Don made a dangerous mistake: he allowed his emotions to get in the way of what he knew to be true.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He knew all along that she was a shark, and that he could at any moment become shark food.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But he wanted to believe that she was different than she really was.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thankfully, he survived the incident with relatively few wounds, but the words of a friend left a greater impression on him than the sharp teeth:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“If you truly love an animal, you must love it for what it is, not for what you want it to be.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was then that he realized his mistake, but he also began to appreciate her for what she really was – a slim, graceful water creature who would always be a shark.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Friends, when I read this story, it just about knocked me over!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here is one lost man telling another lost man something that many Christians never even think about, let alone understand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have a wonderful husband who loves me desperately and takes good care of me, but there are many times when I let my expectations of him get in the way of his sweetness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I cannot expect him to act in a given situation the way I would act.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is simply not me!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(And that’s a real good thing, by the way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Could you imagine being married to yourself?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To expect him to watch the children the way I do, or clean the way I do, or do anything the way I do would be completely senseless, and the sooner I figure that out, the better.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I must love him for what he is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This requires a good, hard look at the facts, which we often try to sugar-coat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We want things to go a certain way, and then get upset when they don’t go that way!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It also requires that we understand that our way may not always be the best way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, I’m not talking about living a godly life – that’s living God’s way, not our way, and His way is ALWAYS the best way – but I am talking about the day-to-day tasks that do not have a right and a wrong way to do them, like washing dishes, or scrubbing the table.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Notice that I am applying this to the upline of our authority – our husbands – not to the downline of our children.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you are trying to train a child to set a table, and you want it done a certain way, then by all means, require that it be done the way you want it done.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But don’t expect to train your husband!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If he wants to set the table backwards, just be glad he is setting the table at all!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love him for what he is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If he is a man who barks orders and then whirls around and expects you and the children to follow, then love him for his command man personality (and fall in line quick! &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If your husband is very slow to make decisions, then love him for the fact that he is very careful before choosing one way over another.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If he has a million idealistic ideas, then love him for his desire to change the world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Realize that if even one of them gets accomplished in his lifetime, that will be of greater impact than the vast majority of men accomplish.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love him for what he is, not for what you want him to be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27276526-115435885329835314?l=heart4home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/feeds/115435885329835314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27276526&amp;postID=115435885329835314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/115435885329835314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/115435885329835314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/2006/07/of-sharks-and-men-don-reed-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526.post-115371328406425541</id><published>2006-07-23T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T09:10:59.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rising Above the Roller Coaster&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This month has been an incredible whirlwind emotional rollercoaster for my family and I – but especially for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was the first day of this month that we gave our daughter away in marriage.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I mean, it was a giving away – she is now living in upper &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Michigan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;, and we are traveling on the road – we will not see her during the week like many people see their married children.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We will not get to be with her and her new husband for dinner every once in awhile.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We do not get to see the look of love pass between the two of them as they sit in the church service.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She has been given away, and we no longer have her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It has been truly difficult for me, and I have been unable to really write about it until now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I quickly remind myself that this is God’s plan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The man she married is a wonderful, godly, loving, hard-working young man, and a great preacher.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She married in the Will of God, and I need to be thankful for the direction He has led us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I need to put my emotions aside, wipe my selfish tears, and thank God for His working to establish another godly home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am learning to rise above the roller coaster.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I despise emotional roller coasters.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hate the great swings of loneliness, the dips of depression, and the downs of irritation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And yet I find myself bound to this roller coaster, being in the flesh.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My hormones are especially the culprits – or, at least I like to blame them!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Being bound to the flesh means riding the roller coaster, unless I can find a way to release myself from the bonds of this world and float above the dipping, churning ride.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I find myself unable to rise above this world on my own – I need God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God is strong enough to release me by His promises, to take care of me, and of my family, and of my daughter who is gone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is strong enough to help me, encourage me, and strengthen me through these times.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His Will is wonderful enough to walk even in the dark.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is enough - for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Through Him, I can float above this crazy roller coaster of life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27276526-115371328406425541?l=heart4home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/feeds/115371328406425541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27276526&amp;postID=115371328406425541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/115371328406425541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/115371328406425541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/2006/07/rising-above-roller-coaster-this-month.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526.post-115267550956786082</id><published>2006-07-11T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T20:38:29.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;OUT THE WINDOW, OR IN YOUR HEART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday I was talking to a dear friend of mine, and we were discussing our favorite subject: child training.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were talking about the fine balance between being stern and being friends with your children, and she mentioned that, in her family, the two never seemed to combine at all, and at one time her brother went out the window and ran away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To this day, he blames rules for why he left home.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, I know nothing of this young man’s parents, or his family, so I cannot say one thing about them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But it got me thinking: was it really rules that was the problem?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everyone has standards.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My standard for a sandwich is that it must have mayonnaise, and it cannot have mustard.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tomatoes are out, and cucumbers are in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And, it ought to have whole-wheat bread rather than dried white glue.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Though my standards for a sandwich are not the same as someone elses, I still have standards.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In our lives, we have standards.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The only difference is, that some people have much lower standards than others.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Since we have been on the road these past few weeks, we have been staying at church missions apartments, homes, motels, and missions houses.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While staying in a home for a few weeks, I noticed the very high standards of cleanliness the host family has.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They diligently washed every dish as it was dirtied, kept the washer and dryer going, and even folded and put the laundry away when it was clean!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Though I didn’t do the white glove test, the corners of their rooms were visually clean, and the home had very little clutter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was quite a refreshment to be there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My pastor tells of the time when he and his wife and children were invited to stay in the home of a widower.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“It ain’t much,” he said, “but I’d love to have y’all.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They should have clued them in, but they couldn’t have been prepared for what happened when they got to the man’s home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The coffeepot was a disgusting black, clutter was everywhere, and when you walked, it crunched!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Later, they told us that when they went to go to bed, they had to moved a mound of laundry off the bed (clean laundry?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who knows?), and the roaches scattered!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This poor man obviously had a standard for cleanliness, but it certainly wasn’t up to my pastor’s standards! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In our home, we have rules.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These rules are not the same as someone else’s, but they are rules just the same.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My assertation is that it is not the rules that are the problem – everybody has rules, just rules of varying degrees.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What happened, then?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why do people go out windows and run away?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I believe it is the lack of a solid, loving relationship.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rules without a relationship always breeds rebellion.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is vitally important that we develop close relationships to our children.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We need to love them deeply, so much so that they truly know we love them!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Never let down the standard, and never set aside a good rule that has stood your family for years, but increase the expressions of love to your children.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They will listen to what you have to say if they know that you love them and you are looking for what is best for them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27276526-115267550956786082?l=heart4home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/feeds/115267550956786082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27276526&amp;postID=115267550956786082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/115267550956786082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/115267550956786082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/2006/07/out-window-or-in-your-heart-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526.post-115034503145499412</id><published>2006-06-14T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T21:17:11.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SELFISH MOTHERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Recently, we were at a church in the area where we grew up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As young converts, we attended special meetings and picnics between this church and our church.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was during this time when we met a fine young man named Joe.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Joe had recently gotten saved, and his zeal for the Lord was boundless.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was evident in his humble attitude, his calm manner of living, and his warm smile.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As we got to know Joe, we found in him a fine example of the grace of the Lord.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He grew in the Lord to be an exemplary Christian, both in word and deed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Around this time, another young lady in the area got saved from a wicked lifestyle, bringing with her a young daughter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the process of time, God led these two young people together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My husband and I had the supreme honor of being able to sing at their wedding.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I mentioned that to Joe that morning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was then that I saw a shadow pass his face.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Ah, those were in happier days,” he said wistfully, and looked away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Throughout the morning I kept my eye out for his sweet wife.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Isn’t she here?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wondered.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So after church at an opportune moment, I asked the Pastor’s wife, and what followed was one of the saddest stories I’ve ever heard.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was now almost 20 years later, and her little girl had grown up into a beautiful young lady.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was engaged to marry a young man in the church as soon as she graduated from college.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But something went terribly wrong.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;During the course of events, while the daughter was away at college, her mother began a relationship with her fiancé!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And so it happened that she stole her daughter’s fiancé, ruined her own family, and completely tore the hearts of the fiance’s parents!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have been shocked almost speechless all day because of this woman’s selfish acts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I knew her well – how could she do this??&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can only come up with one conclusion: selfishness!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And so, I began thinking of the one thing a child cannot bear: a selfish mother.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When we think of motherhood, we think, and rightly so, of the embodiment of self-sacrifice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is through becoming a mother that we walk through the valley of the shadow of death to bring forth the new life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We give everything we have and everything we are, to our children.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We give them food, money, and clothes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We give them our names, our likeness, and our personality traits.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We even give them time, love, and security.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But it is not so with all mothers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nor is it so with us all the time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How could this mother ruin her daughter’s life?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why did she do it?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She did it because she had her own desires to satisfy!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But this didn’t happen all at once.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First there is a thought pattern of selfishness, then an action pattern, a group of habits.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At first they are not too obviously selfish, but they are nonetheless.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But selfish thoughts don’t stop on their own.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our natural inclinations take us down fast.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It becomes a circular pattern, circling ever lower.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Before you know it, everyone is shocked that “such a nice person” could do “such a thing as that!.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Selfcenteredness on the part of a parent is something that is very difficult for a child to understand, let alone handle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is too difficult for a young one to understand that Mommy wants to do her own thing and doesn’t want to “be bothered” by the little stories or songs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Look for selfish signs in your own life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Are they there?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You’ll find them lurking in the hidden places of your heart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For your family’s sake, repent!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For God’s sake, repent!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And if for no other reason, for your own sake, repent!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe God will restore to us the years that sin has taken, and the joy and peace that selfish thoughts and actions have stolen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Revival begins with us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27276526-115034503145499412?l=heart4home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/feeds/115034503145499412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27276526&amp;postID=115034503145499412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/115034503145499412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/115034503145499412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/2006/06/selfish-mothers-recently-we-were-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526.post-114893809293731017</id><published>2006-05-29T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T22:57:09.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love is an Action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today I vacuumed my bedroom and bathroom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately, our bathroom floor has carpet (nasty carpet, too – but it will soon be going! &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, I seem to have a mental block to vacuuming those two room, so it can build up sometimes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But my husband really likes to have the floors looking nice, so I decided that, for him, I would try to keep them clean.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I began vacuuming today, it occurred to me that perhaps love is an action&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;verb, rather than a noun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had always been taught at school that love is a noun – a thing that cannot be seen or felt, but a noun nonetheless.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But it seems to me that the expression of love is one of the most important things in a relationship.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To my husband, a clean floor is an expression of love.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And so, to be a blessing to him, I did my best to vacuum our floor all nice and neat.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Many people think that love is a feeling.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I used to think so myself.  When I was young (younger??), I felt the goose-pimple rush of blushing infatuation just thinking about my dear hubby.  Evenutally, however, that teeny-bopper feeling grew into a deeper commitment to respect, love, and be a blessing to him.  I learned that love is not merely a feeling.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Love is an action based on a decision.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I decided, years ago, that I would love my husband.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And these 22+ years, I have been expressing that love in a myriad of different ways, showing him that I love him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I sometimes have those gushy feelings of infatuation, but I have decided that I will love him with or without feelings through various loving actions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These little expressions of love keep our marriage going these many years.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love is putting lego arms on tiny little lego bodies for my daughter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Love is getting up and making breakfast when I don’t feel like it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Love is trying to keep a clutter-free home so we can all enjoy it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Love is serving a cup of iced tea on a ninety degree day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Love is making a mess decorating Christmas cookies, even though I hate voluntarily making messes. And love is being willing to let your sweet daughter go, to be the wife of a godly young man and make a home for them both.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love is serving.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Love is selflessness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Love is sacrifice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love is an action.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27276526-114893809293731017?l=heart4home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/feeds/114893809293731017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27276526&amp;postID=114893809293731017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/114893809293731017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/114893809293731017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/2006/05/love-is-action-today-i-vacuumed-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526.post-114818474721577283</id><published>2006-05-20T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T21:15:10.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Joys of Soulwinning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our town near Fort Hood, the city hosts an annual Festival which draws crowds of close to 120,000 each year.  This is quite a leap from our normal population of about 40,000!  Folks come from all over central Texas to enjoy the heat, the booths, the rides, and everything.  Our church here has had a booth set up at the festival for the past few years.  But not a booth to sell anything,  and not a church booth - a soulwinning booth!  At the booth there is a display which asks folks questions about God, the final question being something like, "Did you know that God can't let a person into heaven unless they have been born again?"  From there, the onlooker has the opportunity to learn how to be born again, and if they want to, they can go talk to someone who can explain what being born again means, and how, according to the Bible, we are born again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was my opportunity to "woman" the booth, while my oldest daughter stayed at home with the children.   (I couldn't "man" the booth, could I?)  It was quite a blessing for me to take the time to pass out some smilie booklets (with the gospel in them), and then to talk to several groups of people about the Lord.  I even had the wonderful opportunity to lead a young lady to Christ!  This was such a blessing to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even more wonderfully, each of my three oldest children have had the opportunity to present the gospel to many people.  Some folks have even trusted Christ as their Saviour through their witness!  This is truly exciting for me.  After all, isn't that what the Lord left us here to do?  Isn't that what life is all about?  What a wonderful thing to be able to point others to the Saviour!  And I am blessed that it has been quite a boost to my young folks, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are on their way home right now - I can't wait to hear the stories tonight!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27276526-114818474721577283?l=heart4home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/feeds/114818474721577283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27276526&amp;postID=114818474721577283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/114818474721577283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/114818474721577283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/2006/05/joys-of-soulwinning-in-our-town-near.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526.post-114756851530970222</id><published>2006-05-13T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T22:19:35.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:16;" &gt;The Mother-Daughter Relationship&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ah, blessed springtime!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The time of new growth – new leaves, new flowers, and baby chicks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love spring, almost as much as I love fall.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love to grow things, whether it is a plant, a tree, or a baby chick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or even just a baby!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With Mother’s Day here, I’ve been thinking lately about the relationship between mothers and daughters.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I enjoy a wonderful relationship with my oldest daughter, as well as each of the younger ones, and I know it is a growing process.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This growth does not happen overnight, nor does it happen without some work on my part, but the harvest is tremendous!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;One of the most vital things in developing good relationships with our daughters is a vision!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Having a vision for a good relationship with your daughter is vitally important to passing our faith onto the next generation. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Deut 6:2 says, “That thou mightest fear the LORD thy God, to keep all His statures and His commandments, which I command thee, thou, and thy son, and thy son’s son, all the days of thy life; and that thy days may be prolonged.” I think this applies to daughters as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After all, who will be raising your grandchildren?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;(Psalm 78: 4, 7)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“We will not hide them from their children, shewing to the generation to come the praises of the LORD, and His strength, and His wonderful workds that HE hath done…That they might set their hope in God, and not forget the works of God, but keep His commandments”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Catch a vision for what the Lord can do through you!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You have the incredible opportunity to impact the next generation for Christ.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, through them, we can reach the world!&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;This is a very big vision, but it begins at home, one heart at a time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;It is so important to have a multi-generational vision.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is the eye that looks beyond ourselves and our own desires and needs, even beyond our own families and church, and looks deep into eternity.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Think about some of the great mothers in Scripture:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Jochabed, Moses mother was nursing a future prophet of God, called the meekest man on earth&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Hannah, the mother of Samuel, changed diapers of the man of God of whom it was said that “God did let none of his words fall to the ground” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Ruth, the mother of Obed, grandmother to David, held in her arms the one who would be father to the great king of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Israel&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, called the “man after God’s own heart”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Who were the mothers of these godly mothers?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are not told who they were, but we know from the lives of these ladies that they must have been godly women!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Think about it for a minute - Who knows whose diaper we are changing?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who knows whose dinners we are making or whose messes we are cleaning up?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We may be raising a great man of God, or the mother of someone who will greatly impact our world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How vastly important this business of training and loving children is!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;It is this very vision, an eternal vision, which will enable you to look beyond the drudgery of the day-to-day tasks and see the working of God in your family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is this vision that will help you do whatever it takes to grow a good relationship with your daughter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Ask the Lord to help you be an agent of His eternal will!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He desires to use you to guide His daughters in the right path! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Have a Happy Mother’s Day, and enjoy your daughters and all your children!&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27276526-114756851530970222?l=heart4home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/feeds/114756851530970222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27276526&amp;postID=114756851530970222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/114756851530970222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/114756851530970222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/2006/05/mother-daughter-relationship-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526.post-114730549525073328</id><published>2006-05-10T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T16:58:15.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Communication in The Techno-age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In this techno-age when all you have to do is pull a cell-phone out of your pocket, whip off an e-mail, or hop into your vehicle to pay a visit, why is it that we talk less and less to each other?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Back in the “old days,” before people began going around in cars, it would be the typical thing for people to head out for a Sunday drive with the horse and buggy to go visit some neighbors or relatives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With the work for the week being done, they would spend hours sitting on the front porch talking, laughing, and telling stories while the kids would play.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Evening would come, and with it, chore time, so the family would gather back into the buggy for the ride back home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These weekly excursions were a treasured time, a memory not soon forgotten.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And much transpired during those times.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Binding a family together, those old stories were told and retold, sometimes losing their shape, but always getting more interesting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The kids learned about how Grandpa was out hunting and his friend accidentally shot his foot (hunter safety), or how Grandma thought that painting an ice-box white would turn it into a refrigerator (childish thinking can get you in trouble.)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;More than anything, they learned that their parents were kids at one time, making mistakes and learning about life, just like they were.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Those wonderful times of communication were a way of transferring values, beliefs, and philosophies about life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But times have changed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Though we have become a faster, sleeker society, with tools for communication all around us, we rarely develop those close relationships which breed wonderful memories.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not even with those of our own household!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Though we have so many useful appliances to help us get our work done faster, we no longer have those blocks of time of several hours to just sit around and enjoy being with someone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Something is missing in our relationships.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is it really that we have very little time, or is it simply a matter of focus?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What a wonderful thing it is to know that you are known, and better yet, to know that you are also loved, even though you are known.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s what friendships are!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, oh, it is so much better to have those blessed friendships with those of your own family!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not only do we share the same genes, the same family history, and the same background, but we also share the same home, and I can be with them all the time!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is the hunger to develop those close relationships among family members that will drive you to take the time necessary.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With all the techno-inventions screaming for our attention, it would be highly difficult to turn from them and take time to be with the family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But that is what we must do, if we are to build close relationships!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, take the time – turn off the tube, walk away from the computer, and leave your cell phone at home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Go to some quiet place with your family, look them in the eyes, and begin the blessed journey of communication.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Talk, laugh, tell jokes!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And most of all, love them, and tell them so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27276526-114730549525073328?l=heart4home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/feeds/114730549525073328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27276526&amp;postID=114730549525073328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/114730549525073328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/114730549525073328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/2006/05/communication-in-techno-age-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526.post-114723458399981563</id><published>2006-05-09T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T21:19:57.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Importance of Communication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My husband likes to take me out to lunch once a week, if possible, so today he took me to a great buffet in town.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had such a nice time, talking, laughing, reminiscing, and just being together.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Lord has blessed us with a sweet daughter who will be getting married in a month and a half, and, since I have a great desire to be able to call her when she disappears to far-off &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Michigan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;, and our current phone contract is up, we decided to go to another cellular phone place and change carriers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This phone service will allow me to call her mobile to mobile for free – unlimited talk time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And, I also was able to get a camera phone – which means that when the Lord begins blessing us with grandchildren, I’ll be able to see them!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All this is relatively expensive, but communication is so important, I am ready and willing to pay the price!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What relationship can survive without healthy, loving communication?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We need to do whatever is in our power to communicate to our families.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They need to know we love them!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hopefully I will be writing on this more later, but suffice it to say, they need focused, real, and consistent expressions of love.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;May the Lord help us to that end!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27276526-114723458399981563?l=heart4home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/feeds/114723458399981563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27276526&amp;postID=114723458399981563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/114723458399981563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/114723458399981563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/2006/05/importance-of-communication-my-husband.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526.post-114697416699491482</id><published>2006-05-05T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T20:56:07.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bridal Shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it almost made it to being a surprise, Kathryn found out about the Bridal Shower just a few minutes before arriving at the church where it was hosted.  Ah, the "blessings" of younger siblings!  She was, however, very pleased, and I think was still somewhat surprized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time.  There was food, a beautiful two-tiered cake, a fountain with lights, and of course all the decorations.  Presents were everywhere!  Such kind people the Lord has blessed us to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devotional Mrs. Harvey gave this evening was such a blessing, also.  She spoke simply, from the heart, and also from much experience.  She is the kind of godly older woman that we all can look up to and learn much from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard of Bridal Showers of worldly people who have had wicked games, ungodly discussions, and gifts shown before all that are only meant to be seen in private.   It is refreshing to be in a Bridal Shower where lewd things are not brazenly discussed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purity and sanctity of marriage is at stake when we take the wonderful and precious things of marraige and treat them as base, lewd things.  There can be no room for compromise in these areas in the life of a godly Christian, for to do so would cheapen our own relationships.  I am thankful that my daughter and her fiance recognize the dangers in flirting with worldly atitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long live the godly home and the pure marriage!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27276526-114697416699491482?l=heart4home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/feeds/114697416699491482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27276526&amp;postID=114697416699491482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/114697416699491482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/114697416699491482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/2006/05/bridal-shower-though-it-almost-made-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526.post-114671519814163693</id><published>2006-05-03T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T21:01:41.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had the wonderful problem today of having little ones almost constantly underfoot.  My husband was at work, and each of the older children were busy with things that kept them out of the house most of the day, so it was me and my 3 little ones at home.  I taught Lydia and Johanna their math lessons (2nd and 1rst grade), made lunch(with their help), and, while Jason took his nap, the girls did their phonics, and reading.  Then, after Jason woke up, it was time to start dinner, and they all helped me cut up the melon, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that many mothers with large families tend to ignore the little ones.  The commotion caused by a family with a lot of children of many ages sends some mothers into a tailspin, and they sit in their seat, holding their heads and saying, "Don't bother me now, I'm trying to get something done.  Go play."  And there IS so much to do!  I find myself going from the time my feet touch the floor in the morning to the time I pull them back under the sheets at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taught long ago from my mother that if you tend to a child's needs when they need met, then you will have a contented child, and I have found it to be true.  Each of my children have needs throughout the day - from the 2 year-old to the 20year old - that need met, and can only be met by me!  Sometimes I feel that there is not enough ME to go around!  But the Lord is faithful, who will not put on us more than we can bear.   If He has given us these children to love and take care of, He will give us the strenth to do the job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading about those who have their little ones with them while they work, garden, cook, clean, etc., and how that binds the hearts of mothers and children together.  So I've been trying it with my yong children.  I want them to learn to enjoy work, and to know how to do things around the house.  It serves two purposes: they learn how to work, and they get to be with me!  They LOVE it!  (And that's an understatement!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when the big ones are grown, the little ones still need that time with Mom.  Though it is very difficult, I want to do my best to meet that need.  So far, my little ones are happy, contented, and learning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27276526-114671519814163693?l=heart4home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/feeds/114671519814163693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27276526&amp;postID=114671519814163693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/114671519814163693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/114671519814163693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-had-wonderful-problem-today-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526.post-114645301934695775</id><published>2006-04-30T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T20:10:19.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Family Time?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As we try to do at least once a week, my husband and I and all the kids spent some family time together last night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Lord provided us with a seasonal creek toward the back of our property and a hefty rain storm last night, so we all went down to the “swimming hole” for a dip.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(You can do that here in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Texas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; in April!)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Though the air was warm, the water was cold, and so when the little ones began turning blue, we figured we’d better go back up to the house.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After we all got dry, dressed, and back to “normal,” we went out for a bite to eat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our family of 9 can eat fairly inexpensively at most of the fast food places in town, so we decided to go to the chicken place.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately, the chicken place had a movie playing on the TV!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t see quite what was going on on the screen, but my husband decided (and I’m glad) that we didn’t need to be treated to the latest in murder, argument, and mockery, so we went to another place.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thankfully, we were able to find another chicken place in town that did NOT have a TV, and so were able to have an enjoyable family time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It got me to wondering, though.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don’t people watch enough TV in their homes?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was a day when people went out to eat to enjoy each others’ company, not simply feed their face.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How could they possibly communicate when there’s a shooting going on??&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There must be something seriously wrong with &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People are not talking to each other.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No longer do they go out to enjoy each others’ company.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They simply eat their meal and go home – together, but separately.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, how sad!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Though I find the television creeping more and more into our daily lives (Walmart, restaurants, etc.) I do not find it to be a good thing – a thing improving our quality of life. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It breaks my heart to see &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; slowly sliding down the slippery slope of debauchery, but we need to take it back – one home at a time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dare to be different!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Communicate!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dare to express your love!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Look your little ones right in the eyes and smile deep into their souls.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tousle their heads as they walk by.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Look at your husband and smile like he just got off the plane from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Iraq&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, how different our world could be – starting with your home – one home at a time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27276526-114645301934695775?l=heart4home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/feeds/114645301934695775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27276526&amp;postID=114645301934695775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/114645301934695775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/114645301934695775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/2006/04/family-time-as-we-try-to-do-at-least.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27276526.post-114633609295455528</id><published>2006-04-29T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T11:41:32.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Years ago - about 18 years ago, to be exact - the Lord put writing on my heart.  At that time, I was a young mother with two small children, and I felt I knew a lot.  I understood, however, that every profession requires a time of apprenticeship, and I knew that I would need to spend years in the "school of hard knocks" in order to be effective.  Well, these 18 years have gone by, and I have been passing the time writing in a journal, studying, reading, and of course, rearing my own family.  The Lord has blessed us with 7 children, and I have learned so much.  My oldest, my beloved daughter, will be marrying a godly young man this summer, and the Lord has impressed on me -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Write!  Now is the time!&lt;/span&gt;  And so, with my husband's blessing, I have begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been many fears that beset me along the way, to try to discourage my from writing.  One of those fears has been that I know that whatever I write has probably been written by someone else, only better.  However, the Lord has shown me that we are in a generation that "knows not God," and many have propbably never heard some of the things I will write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other main fear is that many of the things I write about are struggles I have.  After all, who wants to hear about someone else's struggles when they have enough of their own?  And who wants to hear advice from someone who is not perfect?  But, again, the Lord has shown me that everyone has struggles, and sometimes it is easier to take advice from someone that you know has been in your shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the Lord bless these feeble efforts!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27276526-114633609295455528?l=heart4home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/feeds/114633609295455528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27276526&amp;postID=114633609295455528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/114633609295455528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27276526/posts/default/114633609295455528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart4home.blogspot.com/2006/04/years-ago-about-18-years-ago-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wn-cG-WUtM/Tuwy2mDtIEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SymuUl-UcKU/s220/lisaraub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
