Mr. Carlt

Way back in the days of youth group, I hung with a group of six young ladies. We called ourselves Mr. Carlt – Martha Rose, Crystal, Amy, Rose, Lyn and Twylene. What fun we had together! Lots of laughing, deep discussions, life-changing prayer, crazy escapades. We still try to get together on occasion, although we have a missionary, globe trotter, nurse, two home-schooling moms, and a foster mom among us.

Yesterday was one of those days. WE MISSED YOU MR AND A! It’s so refreshing to be with old friends. They know most everything about you and love you anyway, they know when you just need to vent that there’s no need to be horrified at the words coming out of your mouth, they care about the life-changing and mundane events in your life. Though most of us are at different places in life, we still make it work. I love it! I’m so thankful for it! I’m blessed because of it!


A Mile

I’ve done it and most of you have too.

You see a teenage girl in tight clothes, obviously pregnant and you think, “She can’t be more than 17! What’s she thinking? Well, dressed like that, it’s no wonder she’s pregnant. She probably doesn’t even know who the father of her child is.”

Or you see a young man with three inches of boxers showing and think, “Probably a gang-banger. Probably does drugs and uses girls. Maybe he’s even wanted for armed robbery. I wouldn’t want to meet him alone in a back alley!”

I’ve recently been very burdened for my children’s biological mothers. I wonder, “Would I make choices that were better given their upbringing and background?” Do you or I know what it’s like to have to truly make an effort to break the cycle of sin? If your mother wasn’t married. ever. and still had eight children, would you get married before you had your first? If she did drugs and abused alcohol, would you be any different? If you were sexually abused by your stepfather or your mother’s live-in boyfriend, would you feel like you’re worth anything – especially the true love of a good man? If you had to choose between bad and worse is that really a choice? (These examples are not necessarily a reflection of our biological mothers’ lives, just my own thoughts.)

I was reminded of a song from way back…

There was no one there to hold her hand the night her baby came, just a couple waiting down the hall to give her child a name. At seventeen she learned the meaning of a mother’s love. To give her baby life, she knew she had to give it up. Could you walk a mile in that woman’s shoes? When you have no choice, how can you choose? Don’t be quick to judge, till you’ve been there too. Stop and think for a while, could you walk a mile in that woman’s shoes?

And so I speak to myself, “My Father knew these souls were worth the life of His Only Son. Are they not worth my time and a life that shows them the love of Jesus? Do they not deserve acceptance, just as they are?” Yes God demands purity and holiness, but maybe friendship offered without strings attached is what they need to bring them to purity and holiness. We have no right to hold them at arms’-length, making assumptions about them. We need to embrace them, draw them to Christ with our compassion.

Judge not that ye be not judged.

My Other Family

We just spent almost a whole week living in the same house as all my in-laws. To some this would sound like a nightmare. I’m so thankful that I can say it was tons of fun! I wish I could post pics of my adorable children playing with my almost-as-cute nieces and nephews! 🙂 I wish I could explain how we sisters laughed until we cried over Michelle’s silly thought (that took several tries to tell us since we were all laughing so hard.) It was such fun to eat yummy food, play great games, see New 4 You (finally), have our Christmas, and just be together. I am so blessed that my husband’s family is also my family! Wish the next time was soon!

And now it’s back to normal life. It does feel good to be in our own house, sleep in our bed, and do my own little mundane chores. Each of my children had their version of a delighted little sigh when we laid them in their beds yesterday morning at 6. They did super good on our 15-hour ride home, but our little brick rancher never looked better! And then my sweet hubby spent all day doing my laundry for me while I unpacked, put away, and picked up amid the chaos that is our family. 🙂 He even made supper. What a blessed wife I am!