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November 5, 2013 by Karin 2 Comments

Just A Pair Of Shoes

31 days of Good Deeds 31 Days of Good Deeds

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~ Day 24 ~

A beautiful story from my new friend, Kari, who told me about a woman who walks the walk… and a pair of shoes ~

Her feet were getting too big. It was really the shoes. The shoes were getting just a little bit too small.  She squeezed those tiny feet into the even tinier shoes and loaded the baby into the car.

Too small shoes would have to give way to growing and hungry stomachs. They had to have food, you know. Can’t go very long without that.

There just hadn’t been enough lately. They were barely holding it together.

She had asked and asked Him for just a pair of shoes… and to help her hold it all together.

Winding through the aisles her eyes caught all the things they couldn’t have. She had to get just enough. Just enough to hold them over. Until the next time.

They would have to learn to stretch the few things in her cart to the limit.

She felt stretched to the end of her limit.  And she couldn’t stop peeking at those tiny feet in the even tinier shoes.

Why does it all have to be so hard?

She kept asking Him for just one pair of shoes.

The toes broke through the front of her baby’s shoes and she couldn’t help but wonder,

Where are You?

Just one pair of shoes…

She reached the limit and headed for the line. Peering in her cart she hoped the food in front of her would last long enough. Again, those tiny feet… growing so fast.

tiny wriggling feet

Wouldn’t you know, there were shoes hanging next to the checkout.

She mused in frustration,

There just isn’t enough.

And, those tiny wriggling feet.

Stretched farther than she could bear, she placed her hands on the hanging shoes and threw them in the cart.

There has to be a way.

The cashier slid one beeping item after another as her bill grew and stretched.

There will just have to be enough.

She reached into her bag to retrieve all she could give.

Nothing.

No wallet.

Her heart sank as she realized she had left it at home.

Nothing.

Not one thing.  A cart full.  No money.  And a pair of shoes.

 I just needed the shoes.

Then.

Just when she thought no one saw her.  Just when she thought He wasn’t listening anymore.

I’ve got this, dear.  Let me pay for your groceries.

The voice came from behind her.

A woman.  She could have been a grandmother.

She reached across and slid her card through before the young mother could respond.

Tears filled her eyes as she told the older woman,

I’ve been asking Him for a pair of shoes.

Only God.

Only God would reach us from behind through the heart of a stranger and fill our carts and our souls…

and even throw in a pair of shoes.

 

2 John 1:5-6

And now, dear lady, I am not writing you a new command but one we have had from the beginning.  I ask that we love one another.  And this is love: that we walk in obedience to his commands.  As you have heard from the beginning, his command is that you walk in love.

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November 4, 2013 by Karin 2 Comments

The One Word We All Need To Make It Through

31 days of Good Deeds 31 Days of Good Deeds

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~ Day 23 ~

We tend to overthink things.

We mull over how, when, where, why, and who.

We ponder and wonder… how will we get through all this?

The answer is a word.  It’s a word that sometimes comes close to losing its meaning.  This word can seem hokey or cliché.  We toss it around like falling leaves.

Making it through  

But, this one simple word is the answer to all of it. The trick is… living it.  All.  The.  Time.  

The catch is… letting ourselves break for this one word over and over.  Sometimes we face becoming fools for this word in the eyes of the world… until we are molded into the very word itself.

I have the coolest friend.  She shared the most beautiful story.  This story is about her brother.  These words are her own… sometimes it’s just best to leave words as pure as they are given.

The story is real and raw and beautiful.

This is a story about living the one word we all need to make it through.

Love.

My brother called me this morning, “So, where should I eat for lunch?”
I said, “How about some Mexican food?”  He responded, “Ha, exactly what I was thinking!”
A little while later he called me again, “Hey! So, I went to “Pancho’s” and got myself a burrito…” He continued to tell me about his experience at the Taco shop —

There was a guy in line at the register with his girlfriend and their baby.  The cashier said, “Your total is $16.” The guy pulled out all the cash he had, paid a portion of the cost, and handed the cashier a debit card to cover the rest of their purchase. The cashier swiped the card and said, “Sorry, your card was denied.  Insufficient funds.”
My brother watched the whole thing.  He got up and told the guy, “Hey, No worries!  I got it!  Let me pay the rest. I know what it’s like to just want to take your girl and kid out to eat.  Enjoy your meal!”

After my bro shared that with me, we started talking about other “God Stories,” like the time he lived in Vegas a few years ago.  He stopped at Little Caesars, and ate a whole pizza on his way to church. After service was over, The Holy Spirit said, “You are to go eat at *—–* Restaurant.”  My Brother thought, “But I’m not Hungry. I just ate a whole pizza.” Again he heard, “Go to the restaurant, I will feed you.”  So He listened and drove.  When he arrived, he stepped out of his car and saw a homeless woman who then approached him and said, “I’m hungry, can you feed me?”  My brother replied, “Yes, I’m here to feed you!”  They went inside together.  He told her, “Order ANYTHING you want.”  She said, “Is this to go?”  He replied, “No, I’m going to sit with you.”  They sat and talked for at least an hour. She expressed how much she missed her children and explained why she was homeless. He shared the love of God with her and told her how much Jesus Loves her.

God fed my brother and the woman that day.  Christ is the Living Water – The Bread of Life.
We are all called to be a witness of HIS love.  My Brother got addicted to meth as a young teenager, and has struggled with drug abuse since then.  He was saved and gave his life to Christ while in The Salvation Army Rehab Program over 10 years ago.  In those weakest moments, in our selfish times, God’s grace is still evident.  Every time my brother comes to the cross, broken, calling upon the name of Jesus, seeking HIS grace and forgiveness, his heart is changed – his desires change.  God’s hand is never too short to save.  We are reminded every day of the chaos and confusion that this world has to offer.  But then we are reminded of GOD’s mercy, through simple acts of love and kindness.  Especially when we make ourselves available to be the hand that reaches out in love to help those in need. It is HE who gives us strength. There are opportunities everywhere – to share in ONE LOVE.  Christ alone.  Not by the “power” of our own works, but by the LOVE in our hearts. (I love you Bro!)

God’s hand is never too short to save.

There are opportunities everywhere – to share in One Love.

And this is how we will make it through.  It doesn’t get any better than that.

1 John 4:12

No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us.

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Filed Under: A Day in the Life, Community, Compassion, Faith, Good Deeds, Love, Together Tagged With: love, the one word, together

October 25, 2012 by Karin Leave a Comment

The thing about discipline (#25)

PROMISE #25 ~ DISCIPLINE 

Ever feel like a fraud?

Like the perfect-mama act is a cover for the true story.  The story that plays itself out in the mess of dishes, school books strewn wide, toys scattered, tempers boiling in the pressure cooker of a kitchen.

Maybe not even the perfect-mama story, but the I’m-doing-great-getting-along-just-fine-no-issues-here story.  The kind comments of others, complimenting a well-behaved child, and you wonder how in the world that kid got to be that way?  There is no way I could have had that effect on a young one with the irritation that brews under my skin too often.

As I write, I just bit the head off of an unsuspecting little one, who grabbed at mommy just one too many times.  A frustrating feeling of failure, or impending failure at every turn.

Tears wiped away.  Kisses planted.

I have a friend who said that the happiness of your kids is evidence of how you raise them.  Well, what about when they are less than happy?  Am I stamped with the bad-mommy logo if there is less than happiness?

A mother is only as happy as her saddest child.

Is this truth?  Is is about happiness anyway?

We long for the happy.  Shouldn’t the joy matter more?

I certainly don’t feel particularly happy while barking at a child, scrubbing a pot, turning another filthy sock right side out, digging through a textbook with a resistant fun-time seeker.  Not so happy.  Not at times like these.

The joy?  Perhaps is something quite different.  Something eluding definition.  Something attainable in all places, all situations between happiness… and misery.  Joy, from another place entirely.

The joy in the stretching, in the taming of the tongue, in the service to Him… while serving the ungrateful, the unaware.  Maybe it’s the joy that glows from their eyes, despite a mama who rebukes… the joy evident, most probably because of the discipline from this mom.

The discipline itself, the most loving act.

Maybe it’s in the discipline we give… the discipline we get… maybe that’s where the greatest joy lives.

The scalding discipline might just be what leads us to the joy… the love… the peace.

Happiness is not necessary at every turn.  Joy, however… joy can exist… breathe easy… just because we are loved.

Discipline.  Sometimes the most loving act of all.

 

PROMISE #25 ~ God disciplines those He loves.

 

Job 5:17

“Blessed is the man whom God corrects; so do not despise the discipline of the Almighty.

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September 28, 2012 by Karin 8 Comments

grasping at straws (for five minutes this Friday)

Grasp

Grasping at straws.  Don’t you sometimes feel like you are grasping at straws?

Grasping at straws… it is trying to find reasons to be hopeful about a bad situation… it is to make a desperate and almost certainly futile effort to save oneself.  This is grasping at straws defined.

I read that it comes from an analogy of someone floating… drowning… in a river… and reaching… with desperation for the reeds growing on the river bank.  Grasping for something… anything… to hold on to.

I look into my aging mother’s eyes.  I see her confusion flicker.  My father’s frustration.  I… grasp at straws… try to bless.  Grasping with desperation to save.  Them.  Me. 

Then the voice… a whisper

I have this

you don’t have to save them… or yourself…

I have already done that.  

Let the water… the water of life… let it carry all of you.

Stop grasping.

Let go.

Grasp for Him…

 

G o to Him for the saving

R emember that He has already finished the battle

A cknowledge that He has taken the straws and built a bridge right to Himself… for all of us

S top.  Listen.  He is whispering to you right now.

P raise Him that you are free… free to breathe.

 

John 3:16

For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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September 11, 2012 by Karin Leave a Comment

Dear God… (a love letter)

Dear God,

This suddenly makes You so much more real to me.  Writing a letter, putting words on paper… I only do that with the people I love, the ones I can touch. Writing this letter makes me realize with a jolt… that You are so very real.  I spend so much time thinking about You, speaking to You (mostly in my mind… though I am learning to speak out loud.  Speaking out loud just makes You more real to me.  I’m not one to talk out loud to no one, after all).  I spend time talking with my kids, my husband, my friends, my parents… about You.  I have written about You so many times.  I wonder why I have never written to You?  I read what You have written to me.  I suppose You might enjoy a letter, too.  Real words about real love.

The words come a bit more slowly this way.  Funny how I am laboring to say just the right thing… hoping I will somehow impress You, make You love me more, see me for who I am.  The words I write… I want them to show You how well I can put words together, but I suddenly gather that You care more about how well I can put Your words together.  What have You told me in Your letters to me?  So many lessons, so much Fatherly advice, direction, instruction.  Love.  That’s it.  The message in all of Your letters.  Love.  You want me to love You, and You show me how… by loving me.  You are doing a much better job than I am.  Then there’s the other part… loving others… more than myself.  You, better job, again.  I really want to be more like You.

You have lovingly taken me along my path in life and picked me up when I failed ~ even when I didn’t know I was failing.  You pointed me in the right direction, again, gave me a pat on my back… words of encouragement… and Your love.  You gave me a most incredible husband, and are showing me how to get through the messy selfishness in marriage.  You gave me six kids!  That’s a lot of kids.  I never dreamed…

You gave me a desire to love my six pack of kids so much that I would place You directly in their sights.  This was all a bit foreign to me, but You nudged me along and whispered words of encouragement when I doubted.  You have touched me.

One night, while I was up too late… You opened my eyes.  You opened my eyes to small faces on a screen… after I had tucked my six small faces into their warm beds.  You opened my eyes to the need behind the young eyes.  A need I had pushed into the background of my mind ~ assuming someone out there would take care of them.  Somebody out there had to notice.  Suddenly I started to cry like I hadn’t cried in quite a while.  I realized I was the someone out there who needed to notice…

Their names are Elie and Myrlande.  They live in Haiti.  My kids were so excited when we printed out their pictures from the Compassion sponsor page that they went running to Daddy, as he walked in the door at the end of the day.  Two more kids!  I couldn’t believe the joy we felt.  It was surreal.  Like we had just reached out across the waters… and touched them.

We pray for them every day.  The greatest thing is… my little ones pray for them before I can even get the words out.  We have prayed for them especially now after Hurricane Isaac swept across Haiti.

Letters.  Writing letters.  I write to people I love, the ones I can touch.  How odd that I haven’t written to You before.  You are touching every part of my life, of my husband’s life, my children’s lives… Elie and Myrlande’s lives.  That’s it!  It’s how You want me to touch their lives!  You touch us as we touch each other… with love.  A love greater than that for ourselves.  The words are beginning to come more easily now…

You want us to love with more than words… more than speech.  You want us to love with action… with truth.

Thank you, God, for letting me come to You.  For blessing me.  For blessing my husband and my children.  Thank You for using us to bless.

We are blessed to be a blessing.

Thank you for Your words… thank you for loving us with your Word.

All my love,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

1 John 3:18

Dear children, let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth. 

 

 

 

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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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