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THE IRRITATING TAG OF CHANGE

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Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight. Proverbs 3: 5-6 


My dad used to cut them off right from the beginning.  A new shirt out of the bag immediately meant looking for scissors to cut the irritating tag. I wondered why he didn't just wait to first determine if the tag would bother him. His mission to eradicate the irritant was with the same resolve he shewed flies from a car while driving.  

Sunday at church, I found myself shifting in my seat and mind, agitated. Strangely, I wasn't sure if it was the message or not. I tried to tag the cause of the irritation.


Just to let you know, I am not one that removes tags from clothing upon first receiving them. I have lived with tags on most of my clothes. It makes sense to have directions for maintenance at hand.  At times, I have had tags remain on shirts that scraped the back of my neck or flipped up too often causing othe…

THIS ONE'S FOR THE GIRLS: WHEN YOU ACHE FOR THE MELT

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BEAR ONE ANOTHER'S BURDENS, AND SO FULFILL THE LAW OF CHRIST. --GALATIONS 6:2



Some days we are clogged in the gutter, hands stuck in the built-up frozen muck and mire that stop-leaks our souls to sing. 

Some days we cling to the edge of patience for sanity. Our wild-eyed windy thoughts rage across our cold hearts, whirling far and wide with no settling rest.

Some days we slip fall fast face down this walk, slapped hard to the unforgiving cold concrete, weighed down by the bags we carry.  



We huddle hide to the tree to escape our captive heart's white-out. 




Yet comes the drip by drip...drip by drip the freeze moves...drip by drip His blood slow spills real over our souls...drop by drop His voice pierces our snowbound thoughts...drop by drop words storm our buried souls...drop by drop the melt bores a crater hole into our hearts...drop by drop the gentle melt of a life laid bare slowly seeps hope.

This desperate sounding jargon we refuse to label and leave solely whirling the baggage …

WHEN MORE NEEDS TO BE SAID (PART 3)

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"But I want my kids to hear that doing what they do, and learning about who God created them to be, is a joy to watch as it unfolds.--Brad Griffin 




This began with an article,
The Only Six Words Parents Need to Say to Their Kids about Sports (or Any Performance)  by  Brad Griffin, Associate Director of Fuller Youth Institute, who referenced an article by student leadership development expert Tim Elmore  whose research discusses the most encouraging words a parent can say before a competition without getting into performance:

1: Have fun
2. Play hard
3. I love you

Then, after the competition say these things:

1. Did you have fun?
2. I'm proud of you
3. I love you.

I love to watch you play! These were the words college athletes wish to hear from their parents.

While ALL of those were accurate, I dared to say that MORE NEEDS TO BE SAID. Thus, my list began, and here are my final remarks.

9. PLAY HARD AND COMMIT!

Playing hard means  BEING ALL IN, being wholly committed with energy and enthusi…

WHEN MORE WORDS ARE NEEDED: LESSONS FROM SPORTS (Part. 2 of 3)

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When being involved in sports or band or robotics or dance or chess club or _____   (insert whatever hobby or interest you have ), we parents really just want to watch our kids enjoy the process.  We really don't want the kids so hung up on performance that they develop anxiety (this surely seems to be what is happening a lot). After all, this is a voluntary activity and who volunteers for turmoil and torture, right?




Yet, many times our game responses, both in actions and words, heighten the level of expectations and tension already being self-inflicted. The pressure leveled is that of a haunting giant.While many parenting experts are telling us to say nothing but the basics of I love you, I am proud of you, and play hard, I believe that we need to provide giant mental guidance for our kids who are now involved in sports and activities in record numbers.

According to research which admits the numbers are probably much higher, in 2011, 28.7 million United States students ages 8 to …

WHEN MORE WORDS ARE NEEDED: LESSONS FROM SPORTS (Part 1 of 3)

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"But I want my kids to hear that doing what they do, and learning about who God created them to be, is a joy to watch as it unfolds.--Brad Griffin 



I know I am going to catch some guff for setting sports up as a primary mode for learning life's important lessons. For those of us that are or were athletes, we get it.  For those who abhor claiming such a title, please substitute your hobby when you were young in place of the sport as you look through my looking glass.




My daughter was not an athlete, but she was in the band and all these lessons could apply to that activity, also. But since I played sports and now have the perspective of a mother and a coach, I will speak from that court.

My brother sent me an article The Only Six Words Parents Need to Say to Their Kids about Sports (or Any Performance)  by  Brad Griffin, Associate Director of Fuller Youth Institute, which referenced an article by student leadership development expert Tim Elmore  whose research discusses the most e…

ON PEYTON MANNING: A LEGACY THAT BREATHES LIFE INTO OTHER CHAMPIONS

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"Give what you have.  To someone it may be better than you dare to think."  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow






ON SATURDAY...
There was talk of LEGACY... 
MAN OF THE YEAR... 
CHAMPION...and 
the NFL MVP.

But that was before Peyton's  team was annihilated on Sunday.

This year, I  must admit, I only watched Super Bowl XLVIII because of Peyton Manning.  The fact that he was in the game made me host a small party. I hoped it would be a proud Mama moment at the end of the game as he evened  the sibling score of two Super Bowl rings. 


That seems so silly, I know. It is only a game. It is so like a  woman to watch only because you hope for the quarterback.  But you have to understand that this was the man whose shirts my football loving son wore. This was the man we stood in line to get autographs from when my son was young. This was the man who played football in our backyard during training camps at Rose Hulmann  in Terre Haute when my football son's dreams were not yet won.  

I watched t…