Adam and Eve STARTED IT!
10/17/09 08:59
(I usually
don’t post forwarded emails but this one was
worth copying/pasting-Thanks
Cherrie)
When you’re wondering why your children won’t listen to you, take comfort from the thought that even God’s omnipotence could not stop His first two children from disobeying.
After creating heaven and earth, God created Adam and Eve. They loved their lives in Eden. Everything was fine, and then God said, “DON'T!”
“Don't what?” Adam replied.
“Don't eat the forbidden fruit” God said.
“Forbidden fruit? We have forbidden fruit? Hey Eve. We have forbidden fruit!”
“No Way !”
“Yes Way !”
“Do NOT eat the fruit!” Said God.
“Why not?”
“Yeah. Why not”
“Because I am your Father and
I said so!' God replied.
A few minutes later, God saw His children having an apple break and He was wasn’t too pleased!
'Didn't I tell you not to eat the fruit?' God asked.
“Uh huh.” Adam replied.
“Then why did you?” Said the Father.
“I don't know.” said Eve.
“She started it!” Adam replied.
“Did not!”
“Did too!”
“DID NOT!”
God's punishment was that Adam and Eve should have children of their own. Thus, the pattern was set and it has never changed.
When you’re wondering why your children won’t listen to you, take comfort from the thought that even God’s omnipotence could not stop His first two children from disobeying.
After creating heaven and earth, God created Adam and Eve. They loved their lives in Eden. Everything was fine, and then God said, “DON'T!”
“Don't what?” Adam replied.
“Don't eat the forbidden fruit” God said.
“Forbidden fruit? We have forbidden fruit? Hey Eve. We have forbidden fruit!”
“No Way !”
“Yes Way !”
“Do NOT eat the fruit!” Said God.
“Why not?”
“Yeah. Why not”
“Because I am your Father and
I said so!' God replied.
A few minutes later, God saw His children having an apple break and He was wasn’t too pleased!
'Didn't I tell you not to eat the fruit?' God asked.
“Uh huh.” Adam replied.
“Then why did you?” Said the Father.
“I don't know.” said Eve.
“She started it!” Adam replied.
“Did not!”
“Did too!”
“DID NOT!”
God's punishment was that Adam and Eve should have children of their own. Thus, the pattern was set and it has never changed.
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Some nights, it's difficult
05/04/09 22:52
Tonight is one of those difficult nights.
After everyone else had gone to bed. I sat for a while in the quiet of the living room. I started thinking about my children, and felt so blessed that they love me, and that they’re safe. I realized it’s very feasible that Melody is already alive. My heart was heavy with the possibilities that she needs me.
I sat there and realized how fortunate we were with Cady. She was healthy, she was loved, she was taken care of before us. She smiles so brightly. All that we could possibly want for her, with the circumstances as they were, her needs were met, both physically and emotionally.
I sat here tonight with similar worries to the burdon I had for Cady before we became a family. I haven’t felt so connected in a worrisome, motherly way since we were waiting for Cady. At that time, I wavered between feeling good that we had chosen to adopt a child whom we knew was older than the normal toddler, but worried more so, knowing that she could have been harmed in that time without us. The same feelings welled in me tonight, but about Melody. Once again, we’ve asked for an older toddler. And even though it hurt, knowing Cady was without us for all those months, we felt a need to ask again for the same age range (12-26 months old). It was all paperwork and stamps and money and more research for a short while. It didn’t hurt till tonight. Knowing that she might already be born, and alone.
Are we really going to be just as fortunate again? COULD WE? Is she safe? Is someone watching after her, caring about her NOW? Can I love her as much as I do Cady? Will it all just click together, as if it was supposed to be from the beginning?
So, tonight, I prayed. I prayed for my adult son. His happiness. His needs.
I prayed for my daughter whom I already know. That she stays safe. That she stays happy.
I prayed for my daughter whom I have not met yet. That she is able to bond with someone who will care about her, and love her enough to give her happiness.
I feel equally connected to all three, but know that each has a different path for me in their lives.
Tonight was the first night that I really felt the need to comfort my baby. It felt good. It felt good because it made me realize that I can love her as deeply as I do my other children. But it also felt sad, and lonely, because it was the first time that I really thought about being here with Cady, cuddled in, reading her a book, feeling happy....yet knowing that her sister is most likely out there, without us. And this is all I could do.
If nothing else, these thoughts and prayers bring me closer to the power of believing.
After everyone else had gone to bed. I sat for a while in the quiet of the living room. I started thinking about my children, and felt so blessed that they love me, and that they’re safe. I realized it’s very feasible that Melody is already alive. My heart was heavy with the possibilities that she needs me.
I sat there and realized how fortunate we were with Cady. She was healthy, she was loved, she was taken care of before us. She smiles so brightly. All that we could possibly want for her, with the circumstances as they were, her needs were met, both physically and emotionally.
I sat here tonight with similar worries to the burdon I had for Cady before we became a family. I haven’t felt so connected in a worrisome, motherly way since we were waiting for Cady. At that time, I wavered between feeling good that we had chosen to adopt a child whom we knew was older than the normal toddler, but worried more so, knowing that she could have been harmed in that time without us. The same feelings welled in me tonight, but about Melody. Once again, we’ve asked for an older toddler. And even though it hurt, knowing Cady was without us for all those months, we felt a need to ask again for the same age range (12-26 months old). It was all paperwork and stamps and money and more research for a short while. It didn’t hurt till tonight. Knowing that she might already be born, and alone.
Are we really going to be just as fortunate again? COULD WE? Is she safe? Is someone watching after her, caring about her NOW? Can I love her as much as I do Cady? Will it all just click together, as if it was supposed to be from the beginning?
So, tonight, I prayed. I prayed for my adult son. His happiness. His needs.
I prayed for my daughter whom I already know. That she stays safe. That she stays happy.
I prayed for my daughter whom I have not met yet. That she is able to bond with someone who will care about her, and love her enough to give her happiness.
I feel equally connected to all three, but know that each has a different path for me in their lives.
Tonight was the first night that I really felt the need to comfort my baby. It felt good. It felt good because it made me realize that I can love her as deeply as I do my other children. But it also felt sad, and lonely, because it was the first time that I really thought about being here with Cady, cuddled in, reading her a book, feeling happy....yet knowing that her sister is most likely out there, without us. And this is all I could do.
If nothing else, these thoughts and prayers bring me closer to the power of believing.
Two songs
03/24/09 06:04
Dear God
01/27/09 21:51
Cadence has been writing a lot of letters lately, to
God.
The wait for her baby sister has taken its toll on all of us. Sometimes it seems everything is just put on hold while we wait. We still have another 1.5 to 2 years ahead of us, so we have a lot of time to prepare. I’ve stopped talking about the adoption, to close friends and extended family. There’s not much to talk about, except “Yeah, it looks like another year or two”. Cady still talks about it though. It’s been such a long wait for her. She soothes her feelings and thoughts by having me tell her again and again about her own story. She knows that China has to say we can adopt her sister still. So, she writes to God. The letters are scribbly lines, but she always interprets them the same way.
When she handed me the last letter, I wrote down what she told me was “written” on it.
Dear God,
Thank you for taking care of all the little babies.
The babies fo the world are so proud of you.
And on the other side:
Dear Melody,
I will love you and take care of you.
And give you food and drinks when you’re hungry.
And God will love you.
I’ve been keeping the letters that she writes and am preparing them as a journal, along with pictures that she makes for Melody. The latest picture she made of herself and Melody standing side by side, she said, we were to mail to China for Melody. She had it already put in an envelope and told her Daddy address it to China for her, so that she could mail it.
It’s so bitter-sweet to watch and listen to her. I know that she’s going to be a wonderful big sister. And I know that the wait is because everything has a time.
If nothing else, this wait has made her stronger. She waits for her baby sister with an abundance of hope and faith.
The wait for her baby sister has taken its toll on all of us. Sometimes it seems everything is just put on hold while we wait. We still have another 1.5 to 2 years ahead of us, so we have a lot of time to prepare. I’ve stopped talking about the adoption, to close friends and extended family. There’s not much to talk about, except “Yeah, it looks like another year or two”. Cady still talks about it though. It’s been such a long wait for her. She soothes her feelings and thoughts by having me tell her again and again about her own story. She knows that China has to say we can adopt her sister still. So, she writes to God. The letters are scribbly lines, but she always interprets them the same way.
When she handed me the last letter, I wrote down what she told me was “written” on it.
Dear God,
Thank you for taking care of all the little babies.
The babies fo the world are so proud of you.
And on the other side:
Dear Melody,
I will love you and take care of you.
And give you food and drinks when you’re hungry.
And God will love you.
I’ve been keeping the letters that she writes and am preparing them as a journal, along with pictures that she makes for Melody. The latest picture she made of herself and Melody standing side by side, she said, we were to mail to China for Melody. She had it already put in an envelope and told her Daddy address it to China for her, so that she could mail it.
It’s so bitter-sweet to watch and listen to her. I know that she’s going to be a wonderful big sister. And I know that the wait is because everything has a time.
If nothing else, this wait has made her stronger. She waits for her baby sister with an abundance of hope and faith.
The BIG guy
06/18/08 18:21
Cady: Daddy, what's that big guy's name again?
Daddy: What....Who?
Cady: He makes stuff
Daddy: ::perplexed look::
Cady: He makes EVERYTHING!
Daddy: God?
Cady: Yeah! God! I like that Big Guy, God.
Last week, we discussed God, and that he is bigger than all of us, and made everything on earth.
Yesterday the above conversation took place after she digested what we told her earlier in the week.
Aparently, the BIG Guy is okay in Cady's books.
Daddy: What....Who?
Cady: He makes stuff
Daddy: ::perplexed look::
Cady: He makes EVERYTHING!
Daddy: God?
Cady: Yeah! God! I like that Big Guy, God.
Last week, we discussed God, and that he is bigger than all of us, and made everything on earth.
Yesterday the above conversation took place after she digested what we told her earlier in the week.
Aparently, the BIG Guy is okay in Cady's books.
When God created mothers
05/11/08 13:51
Happy
Mother's Day!!
Erma Bombeck was a talented and gifted writer. She wrote this piece for her newspaper column on Mother's Day, May 12th, 1974.
When God Created Mothers
When the Good Lord was creating mothers, He was into his sixth day of “overtime” when an angel appeared and said, “You’re doing a lot of fiddling around on this one.”
And the Lord said, “Have you read the specs on this order?
“It’s not the hands that are causing me problems,” said the Lord. “It’s the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have.”
“That’s on the standard model?” asked the angel.
The Lord nodded. “One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks, ’What are you kids doing in there?’ when she already knows. Another here in the back of her head that sees what she shouldn’t but what she has to know, and of course the ones here in front that can look at a child when he goofs up and say, ’I understand and I love you’ without so much as uttering a word.”
“Lord,” said the angel, touching His sleeve gently, “Go to bed. Tomorrow...”
“I can’t,” said the Lord, “I’m so close to creating something so close to myself. Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick... can feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger... and can get a nine-year-old to stand under a shower.”
The angel circled the model of a mother very slowly. “It’s too soft,” she sighed.
“But she’s tough!” said the Lord excitedly. “You cannot imagine what this mother can do or endure.”
“Can it think?”
“Not only can it think, but it can reason and compromise,” said the Creator.
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek. “There’s a leak,” she pronounced. “I told You You were trying to push too much into this model.”
“It’s not a leak,” said the Lord. “It’s a tear.”
“What’s it for?”
“It’s for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness, and pride.”
“You are a genius,” said the angel.
The Lord looked somber. “I didn’t put it there,” He said.
Erma Bombeck was a talented and gifted writer. She wrote this piece for her newspaper column on Mother's Day, May 12th, 1974.
When God Created Mothers
When the Good Lord was creating mothers, He was into his sixth day of “overtime” when an angel appeared and said, “You’re doing a lot of fiddling around on this one.”
And the Lord said, “Have you read the specs on this order?
- She has to be completely washable, but not plastic;
- Have 180 movable parts... all replaceable;
- Run on black coffee and leftovers;
- Have a lap that disappears when she stands up;
- A kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair;
- And six pairs of hands.”
“It’s not the hands that are causing me problems,” said the Lord. “It’s the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have.”
“That’s on the standard model?” asked the angel.
The Lord nodded. “One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks, ’What are you kids doing in there?’ when she already knows. Another here in the back of her head that sees what she shouldn’t but what she has to know, and of course the ones here in front that can look at a child when he goofs up and say, ’I understand and I love you’ without so much as uttering a word.”
“Lord,” said the angel, touching His sleeve gently, “Go to bed. Tomorrow...”
“I can’t,” said the Lord, “I’m so close to creating something so close to myself. Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick... can feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger... and can get a nine-year-old to stand under a shower.”
The angel circled the model of a mother very slowly. “It’s too soft,” she sighed.
“But she’s tough!” said the Lord excitedly. “You cannot imagine what this mother can do or endure.”
“Can it think?”
“Not only can it think, but it can reason and compromise,” said the Creator.
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek. “There’s a leak,” she pronounced. “I told You You were trying to push too much into this model.”
“It’s not a leak,” said the Lord. “It’s a tear.”
“What’s it for?”
“It’s for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness, and pride.”
“You are a genius,” said the angel.
The Lord looked somber. “I didn’t put it there,” He said.