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July 3, 2012 by Karin Leave a Comment

Love first

Love first.

It seems to be a simple concept.  It is direct instruction to us.  Love God.  Love your neighbor.

Then why are there times that this loving thing comes with great difficulty?  We can feel the love.  I mean act the love.  Then there are those times, the times when we don’t feel the love quite as much… the times that the anger, the hurt, the fear of baring our vulnerable souls get in the way.  I don’t want to be in the way of His love.  How do I get out of the way of myself to love with His heart?

I’ve heard it said

I love you… I just don’t like you very much right now

I know I’ve been there a time or two ~ or ten.  Those times when I am at my wit’s end… done with chores, done with responsibilities, done with complaining, done with all the needing…

These are the times to wrap myself in love in order to wrap them in love.  This is when acting love is an act from God.

It’s easy to love when you’re feeling all warm and fuzzy… the chores are done without a whimper (does not happen, well sometimes on Christmas… or mother’s day), the schoolwork is done without a complaint (again, not so much), the children are holding hands while running through a field of flowers (ok, maybe on a beach… at the direction of a photographer).  It’s easy to overflow with love… when all is going well.  Acting love when it’s not so pretty… this is the tough one.  The most important one.  The one they’ll remember.  The love they’ll carry with them… and pass on.  It’s easy to love my children, my husband, my family, my friends… what about the ones that aren’t quite as loveable ~ through my eyes?  How do I teach my little flock to love the unloveable?

A heart for love during the most unloveable of times… I need His eyes.

Love when it’s not easy.

I want to love as I am loved.  I want to see others as Christ sees us.  

This is the tough love… the love that matters most.  This is the love that can only be done with the overflow of what He gives us.

I’ve let the thought of love tumble through my mind like a marble searching for the clearest path through the maze.

It is quite startling what you can see in another soul’s eyes when you ask God for a glimpse of how He sees.  Startling how the heart stirs at the glimpse.  The only way I know how to truly love my neighbor… my neighborhood of flawed human souls is to ask Him to fill me with it… and then get out of the way.  Just get out of His way.  This, a life long exercise.

The only way I know how to love so it matters is to see the eyes with His eyes.

Love first

As He loved me first

Before I ever knew Him.

To walk this walk, without tripping over myself, this is my prayer for today.  Get out of the way.  Yield to His way.  Love first.

 

1 John 4:19

We love because he first loved us.

 

 

 

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May 16, 2012 by Karin Leave a Comment

mirror mirror…

I want… I’ve stopped counting those words.

It’s been a week of continuous inputs, most beginning with our favorite word… I.  Complete mental saturation of all words relating to I, Me, Myself.

I want…

That doesn’t work for me… 

what about what I need…

myself, myself, myself…

Until myself is exhausted.  The glaring repetition of these “self” words have shot straight into my core.  How can others be so selfish?  Children, spouses, friends, strangers… I shake my head (and sometimes my fist)… how selfish!  That is when God convicts…

what about me?

Of course I am not selfish… everything I do is for someone else… I am only thinking of others… my kids, my husband…  The anger and frustration ~ two heads of a wild serpent…

why do I get so angry?

Then, the reflection.  The eye turns on itself and this strain of self focus… turns pink.  Yes, it is no coincidence that I now have pink eye.  I don’t remember ever getting pink eye… and, by the way, my husband has pink eye, too.  Two together… too much self focus…

The flaws of the soul sometimes manifest themselves physically.  The anxiety brings the visible creases on the brow ~ those creases we desperately try to mask… the anger carves itself between the eyes ~ that deep cut between the brows… a “mommy wrinkle”… the wrinkle seen in a stern rebuke of a willful child.

The joys of the soul, also evident on our faces… smiling eyes, we slander with the title “crow’s feet”… laugh lines burrow deep next to mother lips… deepening every year with the wisdom of the joy that grows before our eyes.

This pink eye… a flag of self focus.  I am just like them.  Me me me…

What was the time before mirrors?  Did Adam and Eve search for any pool of water?  Seek a reflection in each other’s eyes?  Search… just for a brief glimpse of self?

Are we not called to look outward?  Not… inward.  Self reflection’s purpose to bring growth, refinement, maturity… not selfishness.

I am guilty of that which I judge… the plank in my eye.

God gently points the mirror at me…

see yourself

I am called to look outward… to place the focus on all of them…

The drops clear my eyes… soothing drops clear the pink… clear the soul…

clear eyes to see the reflection in others… not of myself… but, of God.

Philippians 2:3

Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, but in humility consider others better than yourselves.


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May 16, 2012 by Karin Leave a Comment

My Friend

My friend.

I think of my beautiful friend… her green eyes… her dark hair… her perfectly beautiful smile.  I see her face before me.  I can hear her voice… her laugh… the funny voices we would use with each other.  I can see her throw her head back and execute the perfect ‘Snoopy cry’… that cry he bellowed from the depth of his doggy heart.  She made me laugh.  My friend for twenty years.  Twenty years…
I didn’t know when I met her… she was already at middle age… middle age at 20 years old…

her green eyes

They sparkle at me from photos… photos that span over twenty years of a friendship.

I think of the countless memories… the memories flood back to me now.  Things that I had forgotten to remember… in the hurry of life.

I think of the phone call… her voice thick with fear… the diagnosis… a nightmare.  The pink ribbons.  The pink ribbons a banner for so many.  The pink ribbon so personal now.

I think of her fight… for years she fought.  Her husband, her babies… they all fought.

These last years, these fighting for life years… this is when we talked the most about God.

She didn’t complain… she showed amazing grace in these fighting years.  I smile remembering that she and I complained so much more during other times in the twenty years… the times that there was much less to complain about.

I prayed and prayed… we all prayed and prayed…

I remember her words…

it will always be okay

the good news, the bad news, even when I die…

it will always be okay

I think of the faces of her husband, her daughter, her son, her sister, her dear daddy… the faces she had loved.  The amazing grace in these faces… strength given only by God.

I have wondered why… I have felt the pain of her absence ~ like a punch in the stomach…  I have heard them say, those whom she loved so dearly,

We will see her again

I have never been more sure of that truth… the God truth… we will see her again…

I gaze out my window, the blur of tears clearing my sight… to see the little red cherries… a gift from her.

The little ornament dangling in the sunlight… the red and green sparkling in the sunlight…
her green eyes… His red blood 

Shed for us.

We will see her again.

I placed my hand on her last earthly bed… I whispered… I will see you again…

it will always be okay

John 16:22

So with you: Now is your time of grief, but I will see you again and you will rejoice, and no one will take away your joy. 

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May 14, 2012 by Karin Leave a Comment

the morning comes

Mornings.  I am not a morning person.  In all my years of being mommy, I still haven’t mastered the morning routine.  I start the morning with a prayer…

please put Your plans in front of mine today

That about covers it ~ and I have bucket full of plans for the day…

Then, as happens sometimes, the first words are a grumble.  The grumble is returned with a sharp tongue, and so it begins… the stomach churning ride up and down… the ride of emotions… frustration, anger, followed by apologies… short time passes, then more of the ride.  Splatters of laughter sprinkled between the pokes and jabs.  A day of many plans, too short time, even shorter temper, and the focus… blurs.

Crying, whining, gnashing of teeth (mostly mom’s)… and the picture of domesticity loses perspective.  The big picture ~ the God focus ~ gets lost in my plans.

The wish to start over… start fresh… a “morning re-do.”

Small arms wrap all around ~ longing for the same… turn back the clocks ~ reclaim the stolen hour, taken to welcome the spring.  The little arms, like an octopus, wrapping around mama’s frustrations and squeezing.  Mother angst has no choice but to release under that much pressure… the forgiveness so freely given, the embracing tentacles wrapping and unwrapping… unwrapping a new start.

That’s when God answers… when the plan is taken from my will… squeezed into His.  These God moments, they can not be predicted… a “re-do”… a message carried by a dear friend… sending words for the soul.  The words from Him ~ a sudden jolt to focus…

Psalm 143:8
Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love,
for I have put my trust in you.
Show me the way I should go, 

for to you I lift up my soul. 


The morning comes… sometimes in the middle of the day.

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May 7, 2012 by Karin Leave a Comment

Grace – how much is too much?

It’s not fair!
How many times have I heard that line?  I try not to roll my eyes thinking,

if you only knew sweet child… nothing is fair 

I then, sometimes calmly, sometimes not quite as calmly as I long to be, explain again to my crying child

life is not fair.  it just isn’t.  

Sometimes things work out fairly, but most of the time, at least one soul leaves feeling wronged.
Then it happens… it happens to me.  It’s not fair!  That’s when it hits me… just what I told my sweet, whiny child

life is not fair.

Easy lessons to teach, but not so easy to learn.  Why is it that the things we want to teach our kids, we have to painfully learn ourselves?  The real question is this … is “fair” the important lesson?
It’s a nice idea, this idea of things being equal, balanced, and just.  We only see the justice through our eyes.

Then, the real lesson grabs me and shakes me.  It peels a few more scales from my eyes.

It’s not about “fair” … it’s about grace.

That gem given to us in the midst of it all ~ in the midst of the beauty

and the mess…That undeserved grace that we are freely given, but clutch with a greedy hand, only to release when we feel it’s deserved.  The lesson is a difficult one – one that we can only teach by example, not by well-thought-out words.  Monkey see.  Monkey do.  My little monkeys will only do it, if they see it.  This is a hard one.  A tough lesson of reaching deep, to where the spirit lives, and releasing that which is not mine anyway.  Grace… a beautiful, saving, undeserved gift.  A gift we are called to give forward, not in fairness, but in love.
2 Corinthians 12:9
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.
God’s grace is sufficient…
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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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