Category Archives: Family

Sloppy Journalism

The fact that this journalist is comparing the event in the Bible to pornographic content placed in elementary and middle school books is egregious. A journalist is to know the source and content correctly in context. The Bible does not teach how to perform pornographic acts. Sloppy journalism ticks me off and proves what people already know–that the mainstream media and its journalists are liars. Parents spoke out against this content being available to their children in the school library without parental consent. The school boards that approved this material refused these books to be read out loud in a public meeting.

The movie industry rates it as X, adult only, so why is the media acting as if this is censorship? When children are not ready to handle adult problems, they turn to drugs, alcohol, or suicide. Adults cannot handle pornography, so why put it in the hands of children?

Romans 8:1-3

Tamar was raped by her half-brother Amnon. She fled to her brother Absalom's house in torn robes. David was angry but did nothing because Amnon was his heir apparent. This story is in the Bible not to condone acts of violence but to show man's depravity and the consequences of sin, of listening to evil friends that say you have the right to do whatever you want. Amnon was murder two years later for his actions and did not become king of Israel.

Look at God holistically. Rightly divided, the word of truth is as sharp as a two-edged sword.

Guess! giggles on the inside-

Pictionary, Wordle, Charades, Scramble, riddles, knock-knock jokes, and more. Games that keep us guessing.

What is black and white and red (read) all over? Why did the chicken cross the road? Knock-Knock. Who’s there? Lettuce! Lettuce Who? Let us in, and I’ll tell ya.   Knock-Knock. Who’s there? Orange! Orange who? Aren’t you goin’ to let us in?

Guessing games keep you giggling on the inside, waiting to tell a joke or guess the answer. I have childhood memories of playing cards, pick-up sticks, old maid, etc., trying to outguess my cousins, then rolling on the floor laughing.

God wants us to have fun with our families and keep guessing, laughing, playing, and enjoying life.

People love to guess!

Kids love to guess and figure out the answer. Even more fun is when the answer catches you by surprise.Guessing games bring laughter, silliness, and fun.  

God creates us to love living, whether working, resting, or playing—I love watching a Jewish or Greek wedding or family members at a reunion, especially kids. The most fantastic family reunion will be in heaven, and we’ll be like kids.

Families grow and change and keep us guessing but are supposed to keep us centered in God’s love.

God created us to live, love and laugh. He designed families to protect, guide, and develop us into God-loving people who stand firm on the TRUTH. We don’t have to guess who we are. WE don’t have to guess about our sinful nature. It is clear and defined. It is by His power, not mine, by His name, not mine, by His blood, not mine that I stand affirmed, loved, and forgiven. 

Now, that makes my insides giggle.
Giggles on the inside, Pic by RLBrown

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  1. My Life in Our Father's World Avatar
    My Life in Our Father’s World

    😊😆😂🤣

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  2. SimplyCoffeeandJesus;ByPaula Avatar
    SimplyCoffeeandJesus;ByPaula

    It makes me giggle too, 😂 LOL. You reminded me of childhood memories and memories when my children were young. So wonderfully spoken. Blessings.
    FMF#8

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    Sandra K Stein

    Fun post.
    Thanks for sharing.

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Commitment

Commitment comes in all shapes and sizes. Some promises are short-term, some last for a season, and some are life-long. Long before God established the church, He formed the family as the basic unit of society-big or small. Our society grows, values develop, and traditions are passed on from the family.

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Commitment does mean everything is perfect. The work to keeping a relationship begins on your wedding day. It is the day you said, I do, to a life-long commitment. Marriage is filled with life and all the happiness and sadness in this world. It is working to keep it alive and going and protect and shield it from the negative impacts of this world.

A Wedding Blessing for my son and new daughter by RL Brown
By RL Brown

BonnieLeigh


It took a great while!

BonnieLeigh Bronte Hendry

December’s blessing.

Thirty hours of labor to a C-section, they are both doing great. Below is BonnieLeigh’s baby blanket pieced by Great Aunt Rhonda Leigh Bronte Brown.

Gran and Fairy Tale Fishin’

Fairytale Fishin'

Let’s go to the pond. 
Fairytale fishing is best-
when Gramps comes along. 

No buckets, no boats,
And no carrying large totes. 
Just Grandpa and me. 

A pole in each hand
Crickets wait by the pond bank 
Gramps catches our bait. 

A nibble, a tug-
A fisherman feels the line-
Waits to jerk the hook. 

A flip-flopping, splash 
Reeling in a big fat bass. 
Little ones go free. 
My Gran

is an alien,
not the kind from outer space
but another place. 

Tock-Tick, tock-tick, tock
Gran's house mingles with the past
Time ripples backward

What, no game controls!
Gran's and electronic foe
Her phone sits holstered.

But, I'm never bored. 
I made the mistake of saying so-
once.

Gran swishes me off 
to hunt for hidden treasures 
with only one clue.			

Treasures lie within. 
Only the bravest of braves 
dare enter-'the Boardroom'

She's a game wizard
I'm the assigned scorekeeper
We battle with cards. 

Gran's the marble champ
Her marbles have names-Galaxy
Star Dust, Jupiter.

The universe rules.
She's the brightest star around
I believe it's true. 

We follow all rules
though we rearrange a few
Mom is cool with that. 

I pick the veggies.
Cheesy cheese and pizza sauce
topping my deep crust.

Peel, double whop-POP!
Biscuits laid out, cut in half.
Fried, light, and golden.

Crispy and warm, Yum!
Sprinkle on sugar dust for
a delicious treat. 

Sometimes, I forget
Hold your tongue, hang your towel
after the shower. 

Growing up is hard. 
Every day learning is new.
But I'm not alone. 

Gran's shoulder is there.
Reminding me of blessings
in following rules. 

Mom's dismayed to see
fingerprint flowers displayed
on the windowpanes.

Leave them there, my dear.
They remind me Hope was here.
Then Grand winks at me.

We made those flowers 
with air breaths and fingerprints
intentionally.

We watch old movies
reels, tapes or DVDs.
How can that be me?

But it was Mamma
giggling with Granny Sue
swinging from my tree.

Tock tick, tick tock tick
The clock chimes it's time to go
Love you, see you soon.

Mom, I hear you say
that Gran is an alien
Is that really true?

Just bits of silliness, dear.
Gran said the same thing
about Granny Sue.
We were best buddies.
She loved me like Gran loves you.
Granny was special. 

Yesteryear refers
to another time and place.
Now, I understand.

Grandbabies creates 
rite of passage for all
parents to become 

GRAND>

Purpose

My mother and aunt love to visit estate sales. (Reading Kate’s blog brought them to mind; they are both with the Lord.) They usually came home with an antique from bygone days. They bought a memory. I have even purchased furniture, thinking I would pass it down. My family has great memories of sitting around an oak table. My daughter’s trinket box is full of flattening pennies from the places we visited.

It is not the object, but memories of a moment that echoes of the past.
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It is not the things or objects but the memories tied to a moment in time that fleshes out echoes of the past with family.

God established the family as the basic societal unit long before He established the church. Worship begins at home and sets the heart toward God. Raise a child correctly; when they are old, they will find the truth again.
Worship was the responsibility of the head of the household. 

Cain refused to worship God but instead offered his work, offering instead the fruits of the cursed ground. Only God saves and offers forgiveness. Our efforts always fall short. The Ten Commandments proved our need for Jesus' death on the cross. After the flood, God removed the ground curse, but the other three remained.
Through progressivism, Marxism, and a few more isms, the family as the basic unit in society has been under attack for the past 100 years. From Woodrow Wilson's payroll taxes and centralized banking to allowing pornography to blanket the airways, removing prayer from schools, and teaching false history to abortion, the family is suffering.
The family is a child's first clan, first home, and the first taste of love and security. It is worth saving as an independent unit, separate from government interference.
These comments may seem like a weird direction for the blog, but as a teacher who has taught the significance of the family, it flowed out.

A Wedding Blessing for my son and new daughter by RL Brown

Daniel and Serah’s

Wedding Blessing

Today, we witness

two different people,

two different families,

two different cultures,

two different languages,

two different countries.

Two different worlds meet.

In this paradox stands Daniel and Serah.

Daniel mirrors the strength of an Oak Tree.

Serah embodies the beauty of the Cherry Blossom.

Both are unique individuals and grounded in Jesus.

These two different worlds unite with Daniel and Serah.

A verse in Colossians speaks of being rooted in faith, growing in

knowledge, and overflowing with gratitude- one faith, one hope, one Lord.

The cord of faith in Jesus binds you together, and dreams for your future begin

this day with God’s guiding hand of love. Your faith in Jesus, the fullness of hope,

and love for each other tie you two as one. The truth is you become one as you blend

your lives to complement each other. We pray God’s blessing for your health,

wealth, and happiness and for wisdom as you begin your journey together.

Love Mama and Papa

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Photo by RL Brown, Moss Mtn, AR

It was Christmas…

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It was Christmas four years ago, and my mom came to live with me as she prepared for assisted living. She leaves her home of forty years, not wanting to be here. Soon, I realized she was not ready for assisted living. I spent Christmas Eve with her at the assisted living home. She has sundowners; the room is blazing hot and unfamiliar. We sleep, finally, I think. She’s up, and I’m startled; she falls. Nothing is broken, but she hurts. Off to the hospital, she is in pain, her COPD kicks in, and her rheumatic heart flutters, but she is stable. We had a wonderful Christmas dinner the next day. It was baked chicken, a warm roll, and creamed potatoes. It was her last meal, and we had it together. Three weeks later, she died with me there. She was ready.

It was Christmas three years ago; my husband and I enjoyed a Christmas with each other. My son moved to South Korea to teach English, and my daughter, grandson, and her new husband move to Denver.

It was Christmas a year ago, my husband broke both legs in October, and his mother is in the nursing home, dying. I spend my days taking care of him. When he is settled, I relieve his sister. I arrived around seven. It is quiet in the nursing home as nurses check on patience and give the last round of medicine. I help the nurse turn Nana. Nana had a mini-stroke a few days before Christmas. When it was still for the evening, I’d sing old church hymns. She is not improving. She dies with me there.

It is Christmas this year. Our pastor’s wife died with Covid related issues. Their daughter is still in the ICU. She is finally improving. My best friend’s father died two days ago. His graveside services are Sunday. I have lost family and friends this year over political issues. Because I stand against abortion, alternative lifestyles, and two genders only, and I am judged or seen as unfit. God’s word is true for everyone. Jesus is the plumb line. “Behold I am about to put a plumb line in the midst of My people…” Amos 7:8 God may be pruning the branches and removing the dead and chaff from my life. Sadness is a part of loss, but hope always springs eternal.

The New Year will start. My son and his new wife will visit us from South Korea. Their reception is in February. Hope, faith, and love will remain in every season, as will our memories. New beginnings intertwine in our life as some leave us and others join in.