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August 16, 2012 by Karin Leave a Comment

21 days

I made it for 21 days.

I couldn’t even survive for a whole month.

$1.25

That’s it.  Not one penny more.

Did you know that 1.3 BILLION people in the world live in extreme poverty?  That’s the kind of number I can’t wrap my brain around.  So, I look at it like this…

26 % of the entire population of the world…

one-fourth of our planet’s people are dirt poor.

They live off less than $1.25 a day ~ every day.

Why did I never think about them before?

What was I busy doing?

What was I busy buying?

Eating?

Playing?

I just played a game.  An interesting, interactive online game.  Survive 125.  I read about a woman, Divya Patel, in India.  She has 4 children.  She… and her four babies… survive on $1.25 a day.  Every day.

I clicked Start Game… and I pretended… for just a moment… to be Divya.  The difference is…

I can eat, I can drink, I can sleep, I can read, I can write, I can provide for my children, I am safe, I am warm, I am dry…

I am on a compter… playing a game.

Divya is surviving ~ I pray ~ on $1.25 a day.

I only made it until day 21.  Then, my money ran out.  The game ended.

What happens when the real money runs out?  How does the reality end?

I read the stunning facts.  The haunting decisions that people in extreme poverty face every day.

Will I be able to pay for public school for my children?  I can’t teach them at home… because I can’t read

800 million people in the world are illiterate.  Two-thirds of these individuals are women.  I have two degrees… and hundreds of millions of people can’t read or write.  Have you ever thought about what you couldn’t do if you couldn’t read or write?  I just did.  I couldn’t do this.

Will I be able to provide my children with clean water?  With medications?  With food?

Every 6 seconds a child dies of hunger.  My eyes burn tears and my throat begins to close.

What did I throw in the trash after dinner tonight?

How many babies died while I cleaned my kitchen?

I am overcome.  What have I been doing?  Why didn’t I see?

I see now.

My eyes are wide open.

I throw my voice into the noise and utter a plea for the ones who can’t read or write… the ones who have never seen a computer… the ones who are barely surviving on $1.25 a day… every day.

I only made it 21 days.

58: Alliance is a global initiative to end extreme poverty by living out Isaiah 58.  Compassion is part of the 58: Alliance.  Sponsoring a child living in conditions of extreme poverty… being a sponsor provides a child with an opportunity to receive an education… to read and to write.  Sponsoring a child gives a child the opportunity to be healthy, through health monitoring, personal health and hygiene education, and provision of supplementary food when necessary.  Sponsoring a child gives the child a chance to participate in a local church-based program.  The child you sponsor will learn about Jesus!

For $38 per month, a child shackled by poverty… begins to break free ~ for the price of a new Wii game for my kids.

The compassion grows in my own little ones, who have been blessed with comfort.  I share what I have learned ~ their hearts long to share their own comfort…

take some of mine… share it with them…

Compassion.

What if my name were Divya Patel?  How long would I survive?

How long would you survive on $1.25 per day?  Try Survive 125.  Can you make it past 21 days?

Isaiah 58:7-9

Is it not to share your food with the hungry and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter – when you see the naked, to clothe him, and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood?  Then your light will break forth like the dawn, and your healing will quickly appear; then your righteousness will go before you, and the glory of the Lord will be your rear guard.  Then you will call, and the Lord will answer; you will cry for help, and he will say: Here am I.

 

 

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August 15, 2012 by Karin Leave a Comment

Come As You Are

This place is a little bit uncomfortable for me.

The discomfort comes from this unseen nudging.  The nudging to be transparent.

Transparency is pretty uncomfortable.

I have always thought that in order to be a good Christian… the kind of Christian that can speak to fellow Christians about the faith, and non-Christians about the beauty and need for the faith… in order to be a good Christian, I had to be, well… good.

I’m not always good.  In fact, there are way too many times that I am far from good.  I am definitely not good enough to be a representative for the One who has given us all.

Ok, work a little harder…

do a little better ~ a lot better, then, yes, then…

I can do whatever it is that God has planned for me.

I thought ~ as soon as I take my last sip of wine, or my last taste of beer (I am German-blooded and married to an Irish-blooded man, after all)… as soon as I take my last bite of chocolate (ok, chocolate is not a bad thing)… as soon as I stop yelling at my kids… as soon as I say my last cuss word… as soon as I get it together and stop messing up… then, I can be a good Christian and go out and represent Christ and His followers properly.

Here it is…

I’ll never be good enough.  All those things don’t keep me in bondage.  Those things don’t keep me from getting closer to Him… from hearing Him more clearly… from following Him with my heart wide open.  My bondage comes from somewhere else.

What keeps me shackled and slows my running to Him with open arms is not something that I do occasionally.  What keeps me in this place of dragging my heels is the uncomfortable.  The uncomfortable transparency that comes with being truthful.  Speaking the truth about my faith, my heart, my thoughts ~ the fear of looking a bit like a weirdo.  The uncomfortable emotions… the unspoken anxiety that I may somehow mess up my kids and be responsible for something ~ anything ~ going wrong in their lives… the unspoken frustrations I feel towards my husband, whom I love dearly… the unspoken fear that I won’t be able to help my aging parents, while my mother’s mind slowly loses the memories that I share with her… the unspoken irritation that I sometimes feel towards fellow believers… the unspoken judgements that spark in my cluttered mind…

If I could just fix all this, well, then I could finally do whatever it is that God has planned for me.

These weaknesses just get in my way.

It’s uncomfortable… the hardships, the difficulties… the truth.

Then, He speaks to my heart.  I am hanging on to baggage that is not mine.

…the truth will set you free.  (John 8:32)

Oh, He is patient and loving with this child of His.

His grace is sufficient

He opens my eyes to the burdens that weigh my heart down… my heart, in a place that it is not meant to stay.  In guilt.  In bondage.

What keeps us in bondage is not always so obvious to our searching minds… but, sometimes, those chains are ones we have become so accustomed to wearing that we don’t even recognize them as chains anymore.  We trudge on under the weight of our self-imposed burdens… forgetting to give them to God.

Complete surrender… it means just that.  Complete surrender.

I don’t have to be good enough… we don’t have to be good enough… we could never be good enough.  He loves us just as we are.  He welcomes us to come as we are.  He has a mighty work… and mighty joy planned for us.  Just as we are.

If we would just surrender… all of it.  To Him.

 

2 Corinthians 12:9-10

But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”  Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.  That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties.  For when I am weak, then I am strong.

 

 

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August 14, 2012 by Karin Leave a Comment

When You Want to Run

I am a military wife. We moved several times during the early years of our marriage.  Moving to a new place is usually an exciting experience.  It’s definitely an efficient way to clean your house ~ really clean your house.  When you move in the military, you are given a weight limit.  This weight limit is dependent on your rank and your next location… I mean, home.  You don’t want to waste any of this valuable “weight” moving your unnecessary items… I mean, junk.  Moving ~ the best solution to deep house cleaning.

In the past years, we have been blessed with the opportunity to stay in one location.  A blessing in many ways… moving six children would be no picnic (a trip to the grocery store requires immediate “mama down time” upon returning home).

We used to move every 2 or 3 years.  Our moving from place to place quenched my desire to run.  I knew that if I didn’t like a place, or a situation, or a person… well, I was going to leave anyway.  No need to run.  The decision was made for me.  Then, no more running…

Recently, we have been able to stay put.  The problem with this… every 2 or 3 years… we want to run.  I want to run…

So, what do you do when you want to run?  Would you join me on (in)courage today and share what you do when you want to run…

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August 9, 2012 by Karin Leave a Comment

Wake Up

I just woke up.

It actually happened a few weeks ago… maybe months.  But, not long ago.

There is a period of time when a mother is pregnant, having a baby, recovering from having a baby, recovering from lack of sleep from having a baby (I’m not so sure we ever recover from that)… there is a period of time, when mama is sleep-walking.

I’ve done this sleep-walking routine six times.  Back to back.  So, I’ve been pretty much asleep with my eyes open for eleven years.

I just woke up.

I woke up thankful.  I am thankful beyond mere words for my six gifts.

I woke up searching.  Where is the path I am to follow?  Motherhood is clearly the paved road before me… I suppose the question is, how do I walk this road… and walk it well?

I woke up on fire.  (No, not literally, my kids are really sweethearts ~ most of the time)

I woke up burning with a desire to do something.  I woke up to a world in desperate need, children in desperate need, lost souls in desperate need… of a savior.  I opened my eyes and saw the need to throw my heart into the mess, my words onto the paper (screen), my voice into the noise… to share what I know to be the truth ~ the Savior has already been here.  He is still here.  He’s not leaving without us… if we let Him.

Waking up to breakfast and coffee, after a solid ten-hour slumber (now, I’m dreaming), would have been easier… but, I woke up to His prompting.  Easy really is not easy.  It is empty… when it comes to the soul.  Perseverance is the road to be travelled.  Hope is the fuel.  Love is the engine.  The Kingdom is the purpose.  It is the “why” for all of this.

I woke up to Twitter and Facebook and Pinterest and the list goes on…  Some catching up for the woman who, as a kid, learned how to use an Apple computer in the classroom… once a week… and it required ridiculous amounts of letters and codes and lines of jumble… just to spell… “dog.”  I have some catching up to do, with my eyes wide open… for His purposes.

I woke up loving the adventure even more… learning to trust Him… even more.

Good morning…

Romans 13:11

And do this, understanding the present time.  The hour has come for you to wake up from your slumber, because our salvation is nearer now than when we first believed.

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August 8, 2012 by Karin Leave a Comment

A Glimpse of Heaven

I have been up way too late – way too many nights in a row…

It’s the Olympics, of course.

I have memory upon memory of watching the Olympics with my parents when I was just a little one.

Oh, and yes, I have allowed my little ones (the bigger little ones) to stay up late, too.

How can I let them miss this history?

My plan as a kid was…

Olympic gymnast… (fill in the year)

Well, I grew too tall for that one.

Ok,

Olympic swimmer!

I actually started to train with that in mind.  The training lasted about a month.  Full-time swimming… well, it requires… full. time. swimming.  I decided to stick with summer racing.  Much less training.  Much less intense.

I admire these incredible Olympic athletes.

I listen to my little ones, overcome with the momentum of the games.

I’m going to be a gymnast in the Olympics…

My taller one…

I’ll be a swimmer…

Running has entered the list as well.

This is what struck me the most this year.  It was the opening ceremony.  I didn’t even watch the entire ceremony, but it was not the ceremony itself… it was the gathering.

the gathering of nations…

As a child it seemed quite reasonable that all the world’s elite athletes would join together and, well, play.

As an adult, with eyes that have seen nations at war, people at war, I was drawn to the glimpse of all the great athletes of the world… in one place… focused on one light.  The flame of the Olympic games.  Throngs of people cheering around them.  Everyone, joyously focused on the light.

This must be just a glimpse…

A glimpse of a future for us… a present for others…

A brief vision of all people gathering… focusing on one light.  The light of the world.

A glimpse of heaven…

John 8:12

When Jesus spoke again to the people, he said, “I am the light of the world.  Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.”

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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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