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September 5, 2012 by Karin Leave a Comment

The Beautiful Outcome of Compassion

New photos on our wall.

The week painting our kitchen and den ~ a fulfilling task while my warrior was away for a training exercise.

Mom, can I help?

Pleading eyes… asking for just a chance…

Hmm, maybe just a little.  

Painting, decorating, arranging photos are my greedy tasks… I enjoy the finished product… and give myself a little pat on the back when I am done.  These questioning young eyes want a chance to get in the game… they want to be a part of this… to have just one chance…

Ok

I smile… knowing the joy these helpful hands will feel… just to have been a part of this… to make a difference… to see the change.

Rooms painted, photos fresh from a beach vacation carefully placed… I grin… the young eyes light up ~ the work completed.  The beautiful outcome.  The faces of my young children peering from photographs… beautiful young faces.

Beautiful young faces.

What if these photos had a different background?  What if there were no vacations?  What if my children had a different background?  What if they had been born in a different place?  A different zip code?  A place of different opportunities?  A place with little… or no opportunities?  A place with few helping hands?  A place praying for more helping hands?  What if…

We gather at the computer… our speedy Mac, that takes us anywhere in seconds.

Can we look at their pictures?

Mama, can we help?

I smile…

Maybe just a little

it may be just a little for us… but so much more for them…

We click… we see…

Pleading eyes… asking for just a chance…

The faces we see… like my own, but different…

These questioning young eyes want a chance to get in the game… they want to be a part of this… to have just one chance…

My young ones, drawn in by the faces, the places, the stories…

Mama, can we help?

I smile… knowing the joy these helpful hands will feel… just to have been a part of this… to make a difference… to see the change.

The beautiful outcome

We click… two times.  Their names are Myrlande and Elie.  They live in Haiti.  My children pray for them, they think of them, they write to them.  They realize just a little bit more… the blessings we have are blessings to be shared.

September is Official Blog Month at Compassion International.  The goal is to find sponsors for 3,108 children in the month of September.  For $38 per month, a child will receive opportunity…

these children served by Compassion receive, among other things: the opportunity to hear the gospel and learn about Jesus; regular Christian training; educational opportunities and help; health care, hygiene training, and supplementary food if necessary; a caring and safe Christian environment to grow in self-confidence and social skills; personal attention, guidance and love.

I look at these opportunities and see what my own children receive… without having to ask.  For the cost of a toy, a Wii game, a new pair of shoes… these kids… with different zip codes… receive ~ a chance.

Will you go there? Take a look at these beautiful faces… with the questioning eyes… these faces that pray so much for just one chance…

Will you join us to pray for them?  

Will you consider sponsoring just one child?  

1 Peter 3:8
Finally, all of you, live in harmony with one another; be sympathetic, love as brothers, be compassionate and humble.

Filed Under: Compassion, Hope, Joy, Love, Together Tagged With: compassion, hope, joy, love, together

September 4, 2012 by Karin 2 Comments

When you feel like you have royally screwed up

I looked at my warrior, over dirty dinner plates, whining children, and the mess of the day…

it’s one of those days when I feel like I’ve royally screwed up

He smiles the understanding only the other half of this parent pair could smile…

yep

The day outlined with the best of intentions… the planning of a birthday party, the gathering of school supplies, the minutiae of motherhood.  Wham!

the best intentions come crashing down

Grumbling off to the errands… four tethered along.

what, they can’t be apart from mama for one second?

I have stuff to do.  I can’t think straight while I’m lassoing kids

A (mild) mama temper tantrum.  I’m smoldering on the inside… wounding with my glares.  The older they get… the more they get the glares.

the expectation is what ruins the reality

I mention this to my oldest girl ~ she, nodding understanding, with a sheepish grin.

I’m sorry I was grumpy

She smiles…

I’m sorry I whined

Ah, but that wasn’t the end of  it all.  The day slid along, with more whining, crying, discontent.  Just one of those days when there is at least one someone… who has nothing good to say.  Sigh.

The end of this day.  What did we get right?  Well, maybe not much today… but the confirmation comes at night… at prayer time.  (prayer time ~ I suppose that is one thing we did get right).  The confirmation, not through words… not through perfectly met expectations…

The confirmation comes from my oldest… during prayer time… my oldest son, almost eleven… curls up in my lap… just to love his mom.

I suppose I haven’t royally messed up… I suppose we are doing ok

Keeping the focus on the right One

Coming back for a fresh start…

Ending the day with His plans, not mine.

To begin again, with Him, tomorrow…

Matthew 6:33-34

But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.  Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself.  Each day has enough trouble of its own.

Filed Under: Love, Motherhood, Patience Tagged With: love, motherhood, Patience

September 3, 2012 by Karin Leave a Comment

The Greatest Treasure Found…in the Packing Up of a Life

We walked into the room.  My friend and I.

A lifetime of stuff piled in front of our eyes.

We were here as an offering…

His hands… His feet

A timid offering in the very middle of this field of grief.

We came in service…

to honor a woman I had never known

to help a man… a friend to my warrior… a man I had just met

to serve a God my eyes have never seen

My friend and I, we stopped… breath gripped in our throats, hearts heavy… we prayed.

Help us to be like You

We looked at each other, having just wrapped arms around little ones… little ones who face this earth with a brave daddy… while a mama prepares a home in heaven.

this is hard

please guard our hearts… keep us focused… pour Your water through us

We went to task.  A mama’s work.  Sorting, cleaning, organizing, boxing, moving, trashing, saving…

The saving

She, a mama like us, saving her treasures.  Baby blankets, toddler shoes, tooth fairy secrets, photos, cards… the treasures we mamas save… the things we can’t bear to part with… fearing that parting with the things means parting with time.  This time… now.  Parting with the time of our little ones’ youth… the precious baby years… the years that our young ones run, love uninhibited, arms wide-open… to mama.

He guarded our hearts for a time.  Through hours, He pointed us to our work.

Then a memento… a smiling photograph… a joy-filled time… peeked through the piles.

It could be mine

The clothing, left on hangers, the gear of her warrior husband, the children’s clothes… in all imaginable sizes.  She, a warrior’s wife… a mother of six…

it could be my house

my stuff

my memories

These things we all love to save.  We packed her things… these memories we long to hold… into boxes.  The treasures left behind, we tucked away, to ease a heart-break at their mere sight.

I save all the same things.  I don’t know why really.  Perhaps a “pack rat” tendency inherited from parents who lost everything while a world was at war?  Life as a warrior’s wife requires the thinning of things… but, I save nonetheless.

I save every memory I can

in the hopes that I will somehow be able to come back

Come back to the same place in my mind… the place I am joyful, the place I love so much… this place of motherhood.

I save for my own.  The treasures I hope may trigger a childhood memory… tucked far beneath… only to be brought into the light… by one small trinket.

I sat on her floor… sifting through her prizes of motherhood.  I prayed for her children… for her husband.  I prayed that the memories never travel too far from their young minds… until they can see her loving mother eyes again.

I held her things… and felt my own mortality… I held it in my hands.

These things.  They do matter.  What I saw in this sifting and packing up a life…

The things stay here… the memories that they trigger are the treasure

The greatest treasure she left them?  The thing I have seen most of all… in their young eyes…

She taught them about Him.  She surrounded them with Him.  They know where mama is… where she waits for them… they know she waits with Him…

this is her greatest treasure

 

2 Corinthians 4:6-7

For God, who said, “Let light shine out of darkness,” made his light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Christ.  But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us.

Filed Under: Faith, Friendship, Joy, Military, Motherhood Tagged With: faith, friendship, joy, military, motherhood

August 31, 2012 by Karin Leave a Comment

girlfriends

Girlfriends.

What would we do without them?

Before I was married, I would sit with my closest girlfriends and talk endlessly about our dreams… our thoughts of the future.  What would our husbands be like, how many kids would we have, where would our careers go…?

Girlfriends are the place we can talk about our wildest dreams, our deepest insecurities, our darkest fears, our mortifying moments, our ugliest secrets… real girlfriends.  We count ourselves blessed to have one good one in this life.  Girlfriends… they are the joy-sharers, hug-givers, laugh-til-you-cry partners… they pick you up when your legs buckle beneath you.

They are the place our heavy hearts… our weary minds… our tired spirits ~ can be washed clean… with laughter and tears.

I used to think, before I was married, that as soon as my wonderful husband whisked me away to the beautiful life of wife and mama… my girlfriends would be a need in the rearview mirror.  I would love them no less… just that I would need them no more.  I don’t know why I dismissed the importance of these very friendships that fill a special place that only other women can fill in the heart of a woman.

I didn’t grow up with sisters.  God, infinitely wise and giving, gave me four daughters instead.  In my younger years, my girlfriends were my sisters.

Only as I get older do I understand and appreciate what that means.

I see now.  

Of course, life as a wife to my warrior and mama to my six pack is beyond blessing…

The thing is ~ it is the blessing of these sisters that keeps me sane.

Those times when my last nerve is a bungee cord for my little ones… when no girlfriend can be found to smother the burning temper inside… I have muttered to my husband…

You’re going to have to be my girlfriend for a minute

Eyes wide, his brow breaks a sweat

oh no

He has grown to appreciate the gift of mama’s girlfriends… almost as much as I have.

The voice of a dear sister on the line

can you have a glass of wine tonight?

This wise husband of hers placed the phone in her hand…

call her

(I am pretty sure he was praying that his wife’s girlfriend would jump at the chance…)

We need each other.  Our men know this.

The times when I was solitary… a new person, in a new place, with new babies… these were the times I realized what these sisters really mean.

When I opened my eyes to God, when I realized His love, when I finally began to pay attention… that’s when I prayed.  I prayed for sisters.  God-given girlfriends.  These kindred sister souls… bearing the burdens, sharing this walk, keeping it real… offering wine and chocolate, just when we need it the most.

A prayer for my daughters… and my sons (because they need these kindred souls ~ just as much)…

a prayer for one good friend in this life (or a good handful) whose focus points up…

 

1 John 4:11

Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. 

 

 

Filed Under: Friendship, Joy, Love, Together Tagged With: girlfriends, joy, love

August 30, 2012 by Karin 2 Comments

How to Live Your Life Backwards

I’m standing at the end of the long road.

The road with twists and turns.  There were potholes along the way.  At times the road was straight… unremarkable.  There were hills… they sloped upwards to steep mountains.  Then, the road down… the exhilarating rush down… the side views but a blur.  This road well-travelled.

I’m standing at the end of this road.

He puts His hands on my shoulders and turns me gently around,

Look back

What do you see?

What if, when we get to the end of this life’s road… what if God asks us to turn around?  Turn around and look at it.

What would you do differently?

Would you give thanks for the potholes… because when you climbed out, you appreciated the flat road?  Would you work harder to climb the hills, knowing that the mountains they might become… would burn?  Would you slow down on the downhill glide… and pay attention to what was standing on the side of the road?

I’ve been thinking about this…

What if I could live my life backwards?

What if I could turn around at the end… change it… do it differently?

What would I do differently?

If I stood at the end of the road and looked back… what would I do differently?

  1. Call my mom more
  2. Run to the door and hug my husband every time he comes home
  3. Turn off the TV
  4. And the computer
  5. Play dolls and dress up with my little girls… regularly
  6. Play Legos… like I am 10 years old, and trains… like I am 5
  7. Go running… alone
  8. Take a walk… with my whole six pack
  9. Clean less
  10. Get a Facebook account… just to see what my brother is up to these days
  11. Tell more people how awesome Jesus is, no matter how awkward I feel… because He is… and it matters that much
  12. Rock my baby… just a little bit longer
  13. Stay in touch with old friends… better
  14. Buy less for Christmas… give more to those who can’t
  15. Show my kids that giving is WAY better than receiving
  16. Sponsor more children
  17. Write more letters… on real paper, with real pens
  18. Say “in just a second…” and mean “in just a second…”
  19. Go on more dates with my warrior
  20. Take my kids on a date… one. by. one.
  21. Pray more… on my knees
  22. Read the Bible… every single day… with my kids
  23. Assume less… ask more
  24. Forgive… just forgive
  25. Say “sorry” … and mean it
  26. Accept “sorry” … and let it go
  27. Ride a bike, with my little ones, while they are little
  28. Spend more time at the beach
  29. Play outside… instead of watching them through the window
  30. Play board games… every time they ask
  31. Have desert for dinner… on Fridays.  Because it’s Friday.
  32. Give thanks to Him… without ceasing
  33. Say I Love You… every chance I get
  34. Let my kids know that I don’t have all the answers… God does.
  35. Thank Him… that I can look back and still have time to do all this

What would you do differently?

If you are reading this…

you can.

 

Philippians 3:12-13

Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already been made perfect, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me.  Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it.  But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead

 

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Hi! My name is Karin Madden. Writer. Warrior wife. Mom of six pack. Homeschooler. German-blooded southerner. Welcome to the place where I explore what it means to grow stronger - spirit, soul, and body. I write to inspire and encourage - to remind you we are not alone. By being bold with grace and speaking truth in love, we can become who we are meant to be. I'm glad you are here.

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