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Monday’s Manna from Castro’s Corner @ Chicklit Power

Monday, October 20th, 2014
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Happy Monday Manna,

If you didn’t have a chance to join us last week, we touched on the importance of anchoring ourselves onto Jesus Christ and tossing out that old, tattered life preserver as we ride out the storms of life. Our comfort doesn’t lie within conventional wisdom that the world offers; instead our peace lies within the promises offered by our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.

As of this afternoon, Duke, my three-week old nephew, is doing great! Although he’s still at Loma Linda’s NICU, his G-tube placement surgery has gone well and he’s continuing to gain weight. God truly does answer prayers, especially those supplications from a mother who cries unto God for the life of her child. Just as Hannah promised to give her child (Samuel) to the Lord, we as believers do the same because we know that He has the ability to provide for our every need.

I know that my mother has said a prayer or two for my brother and me, especially throughout our rebellious years. I believe that she continues to pray for us and I know that He has answered those prayers. The prayers of a mother receive special expedited follow-up.

In the first chapter of 1 Samuel, the Bible speaks of Hanna’s supplication before God. Her prayer is so passionate that she literally weeps in anguish within the presence of the Lord. God heard her prayer and felt her anguish. He blessed Hannah with little Samuel, who would become a prophet and a judge to the nation of Israel.

It’s easy for us to underestimate the power of prayer. We know that God hears our prayers, but sometimes we become so overwhelmed by the complexity of our circumstances that we often lose touch of who He really is. God’s spirit moves most noticeably through situations of hopelessness and all that He requires from us is a minimal amount of mustard seed faith. Give him an inch; He’ll take you miles! That’s all He needs.

For all you mothers, continue to pray for your children and ask God to provide you with the peace needed to cope with situations that are fully and completely in his control. Whether praying for your child’s healing, your child’s liberation from an addiction, or even just asking God to redirect them in their walk, He will hear your prayers and He will move.

Have a blessed week and continue to offer those supplications before the Lord. God Bless!

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In His Love,

 

Garrett Castro

Praying with a Pure Heart-August Wow from Chicklit Power

Tuesday, August 5th, 2014

Psalm 51:10

Create in me a pure heart, Oh, God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me.

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So the hottest month is upon us, the last month of summer; and before we know it, my favorite season will be here, fall! Before it does, grab your coffee or whatever you’re drinking and come on in for our August WOW, Words of Wisdom and Weapons of Warfare.

I’m so excited to share this one with you! I feel like a proud teacher, or a big sister sitting on the sidelines of life watching her little sister transform from the inside out, getting more and more beautiful every day! She’s a wife and a mommy. I met her more than a year ago through another friend of CPM. She has been in our trench classes and I have so enjoyed working with her and watching her journey. Her transparency and her teachable heart have been a huge inspiration to me in this trench class journey. She’s not afraid to ask questions … because she wants answers. She longs to get this whole marriage and parenting thing right for she knows in her soul that these are the two most important jobs she will ever do here on earth. I’d like to introduce you to Erica Bauchert. Enjoy this true story and the lessons she learned and who God used to teach her!

I would like to share a story with all of you, especially for those of you who, like me, sometimes feel like Jesus has forgotten about us. This happened about 2 weeks ago

“So my son Andrew — he is soon to be six years old — was having bad nightmares. He started being afraid of the dark, being alone and he completely freaked out every day at sundown. He never, ever had shown this kind of behavior in the past. The nightmares went on for about ten days.

“We tried different things to help out, like putting him in our bed to sleep, and on a crib mattress on our bedroom floor. Nothing seemed to help. Every night he would wake up crying and scared. He would ask me to pray with him to help him go back to sleep. After so many nights of this, my husband and I were growing concerned as we didn’t know if this was a phase or something more serious. Why is this happening? After all, we pray every night before bed and we have peaceful evening routines?

“Anyway on day ten, Andrew and I went shopping for a special bedtime plush toy. We wrote down a special prayer (I wrote it but it was Andrew’s prayer) and stuffed it in the new toy. The idea was that if he woke up in the middle of the night, he could hug his toy as tight as he could and think about his prayer and hope that would help him sleep better.

“Well that night, Andrew prayed so beautifully. He asked Jesus to come into his heart and to give him peace and take away all the scary things because he already knows where Jesus is, there is always peace. I came so close to crying as I listened. I also prayed but I was feeling like God was not listening. I had been praying for ten days and I was losing faith.

“That night I couldn’t sleep. In fact, I was awake all night; I was not sleepy for whatever reason. At around 4:00 a.m., I sat up and I saw Andrew moving around. I just knew he was about to wake up again. He them mumbled some words that I couldn’t understand. I was in no way prepared for what I saw right after that: He raised his hand with his fingers wide open and as he hit the wall, he said very clearly “High-five!”

“I just giggled and lay my head down. I was grateful that he was having a good dream. Needless to say, he slept peacefully thru the night. When he woke up – not until 10:00 a.m. — he came to me and said, “Mom, guess what?”

“I said, “What happened?”

“He said with this childlike joy in his voice, “I had a beautiful dream, Mom; I was with Jesus. We were playing together and, Mom, he high-fived me.” He said, “I don’t need to be scared”
I let myself cry and felt this overwhelming slush pile of feelings: I was grateful; I was relieved; but I was also ashamed. See, I had been praying with anger and not with a pure heart. I was challenging God to show me He was there. But my son’s prayer was pure and genuine. He wasn’t challenging; he was surrendering himself to Jesus, and his prayers were answered.

“It might not seem like much to some of you but to me, I was up all night for a reason. Jesus wanted me to witness Him high-fiving my son in his dream so I could understand that He is everywhere and in everyone who seeks Him with a pure heart. He had not forsaken me; it was me who was not seeking Him in the right way.
I hope this story brings some light into the darkness we sometimes feel. Love you all!

Erica

 

Erica

Laugh with Me from Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power

Tuesday, April 29th, 2014
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Wow, where has April gone? Whew, we are about to begin a new month . . . AGAIN! Grab your coffee and come on in, before the month is gone! We are exploring some fun truths about laughter and cheerfulness and how digging into His word brings just that!

Check out many of life’s lessons which are delivered with a smile and a wink in the Book of Proverbs. Now, many of us may not consider “wisdom,” the theme of Proverbs, funny, but let me tell you, to receive the Good News, this is a great place to start. God desires for His kids to be wise in the ways of the Lord, not wiser in the ways of the world but wise to the ways of the world! Let’s look at Proverbs 1:8-9: “My son, hear the instruction of your father and do not forsake the law of your mother, for they will be a graceful ornament on your head, and chains about your neck.

At first I thought, well, I don’t have a father; however, God did bless me with a great self-adopted mom and a wise one at that. Ah, a smile from the inside out. It’s okay that I didn’t grow up with a mom and a dad, the way HE designed; He has made it all good. But when I saw the “chains about your neck” I thought, what, as in choking me? And sitting there looking at it again, I realized, no, silly, wisdom is like a beautiful necklace to be worn, an attitude to express, a light in the dark parts of the journey.

In Proverbs 15:13 we read: “A merry heart makes a cheerful countenance, but by sorrow of the heart the spirit is broken.” Do you think someone who walked around with a frown from the inside out wrote this? No way; they experienced true joy, cheerfulness, laughter.

Proverbs 17:22 says that a cheerful heart is like medicine and a crushed spirit dries

He fills my heart with laughter!

He fills my heart with laughter!

up the bones! Look at the humorous symbolism in “dry bones,” and yet, what a sad picture, huh! But oh how true it is that to have a broken and sad spirit, one is hunched over, burdened, weathered. Why? It takes more energy to be sad/mad than it does to be happy and joyful and yet, the latter takes a bit of work and re-training! Sadness/negativity is a burden carried while laughter is a gift that is shared.

Have you ever been in a group and suddenly someone starts laughing and you look over to see what’s so funny, and one by one, the people in the group catch the laughter as if it were a fire, and soon, it reaches you, and even though you don’t know what in the world you are laughing about, you laugh? It’s contagious! So if you see someone walking around without a smile, give them one of yours. You never know what kind of spark it will ignite!

Oh, that we would meet Him every morning to be refreshed, ready to meet life and embrace the opportunities to laugh. Join me tomorrow for more ways to look at laughter in the Scriptures.

Smiling with you,

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Evinda

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Tuesday, April 22nd, 2014
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Thanks so much for stopping by for our Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power. Today is a new day; His mercies are new and it’s time for a little laughter! The more I get to know Him, the more I realize He has such a sense of humor so this may become a series! Grab your coffee and come on in.
Have you ever yearned for laughter? I have, and am in need of it even more so during this season of my life. I’m experiencing a learning curve, if you will, trying to not take myself, and life so seriously, despite all that I am learning in and through the curriculum He is writing through me about hurts, habits and hang-ups. Incidentally, I am so excited about this curriculum! I can’t wait to share it with everyone!

Ecclesiastes 3:4 reminds us that there is a time to weep and a time to laugh! I want to laugh! By golly, I’ve been yearning for laughter for several days now. But I had no idea He would bring it about in the way that He did despite the conflict surrounding it. Why do I continue to be surprised at His ways? Now I’m smiling!

We were spending time with our four-year-old grandson and it was getting close to bedtime; however, he was still fully charged! I was beyond tired and his emotional thermometer, aka, his attitude, revealed he was too. He demonstrated quite an attitude when I asked him to do something – I don’t even remember what it was – and instead of pulling the “I’m boss card” and getting puffed up with my own attitude, I was overwhelmed with this reflex to pick up a pillow and lightly swish it at him. It worked!

He fills my heart with laughter!

He fills my heart with laughter!

An all-out pillow fight ensued and George came over to join us. I let all the cares in my world go within the first few heaves of pillows. First it was Bryden and me against George; then he would quickly change sides over to George’s side. “Papa, here, here’s anuder piwow.”

Bam! One came flying at my face and knocked my glasses to where they were all caddy-wampus! I was laughing hysterically as the next one came and knocked me off balance. And then Bryden was back on my side and we were shooting pillows at Papa faster than bullets coming from a BB gun could fly.

The pillow fight turned into hut-hut 24, our favorite chasing game we used to play during the season of Nana Holds!

Oh, it felt so good to laugh like no one was listening, to play like a child with the child God chose to teach me so many things, including how to be a child! I just know Jesus was laughing with us too, rejoicing over us with gladness that in what could have become a trying moment became a joyful one because of He who is within us!
Love and laughter,

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Evinda

 

Nana Holds from Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power

Monday, January 27th, 2014
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Happy Monday to you! Speaking of Mondays, I am so excited about future Mondays and our Coffee Hour. This has nothing to do with Nana Holds but I am about to burst with excitement and I have to tell someone, so who else can I tell other than those of you who join me for Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power? Within the next couple of weeks, we will have a guest blogger every Monday. He – yes, I said “he”! – is one of the most compassionate, kind and genuine guys I’ve ever met in my life. He totally supports the ministry and believes in its mission and I just discovered he loves to write! So, Garrett Castro, Fitness 19’s manager, will be joining us soon. Be watching your email for more details but one thing I can tell you is I’ve named it something that rhymes with “nana.” Do you give up? The Monday blog will be Monday’s Manna, emphasis on “man”!  I can’t wait for you to receive all that he gives from his heart right to yours.

Okay, let’s get back to where we left off in this series, Nana Holds. Grab your coffee and come with me to court where John is standing before the judge giving a progress report and his dad and Jenna are in the audience, practically holding their breath.

I wasn’t there, but I can just picture George sitting nervously, picking at his cuticles, first from his thumb and then each and every finger. Why was he so nervous? This was the day that the Court would announce its decision as to whether John would start completely over to satisfy the debt owed or whether he would resume from where he left off, thus bringing him home in the next few months.

Meanwhile, I was home with little Johnny and our routine, enjoying it, and him, enamored by his freedom of expression, his childlike joy that now I wish I had bottled. Oh, as I write that, I have tears running down my face . . . that sweet joy that I was at this point finally able to recognize, a childlike joy that told us everything in his world was better; that he was happy and carefree, just as a three-year-old should be, and most importantly, he was without stress put upon him by the adults in his world.

Oh, if I only I had bottled it so I could open it every time I ache from missing him – oops, sorry. I’m getting off track. You know what? I think I’ll stay on this track for a few minutes and compare the track of eighteen months prior up to this point. Looking back helps me go forward, especially when I can see all the good that He brought about in the ride!

In the beginning of this ride, both little Johnny and I expressed more negative emotion than positive, and while now he was still free to do that, even more so because I had learned to be okay with that, he had more joy than sorrow, more happiness than sadness, more laughter than anger that became part of his little emotional frame and freed me to do the nurturing I was called and now equipped to do.

Oh, what a privilege to be used in this way, but he is not the only one changed for I know I will never be the same; and that’s a good thing. Everything and everyone that God has used to free me of me up to this point has made this season one of the very best of my life. They say if you are not moving forward, you are not growing. As I rewind the last almost two years, I can honestly say I have not stayed in the same place emotionally; no, God loves me too much to have left me the way I was. That’s why He brought us little Johnny, a little boy in need of healing who brought healing to his nana.

So why couldn’t life just stay like that? At least for a little longer, like years longer?

Because at that moment, God saw fit to bestow even more favor on John and as John stood before him and one of the supervisors read his progress to the Court, the Court decided that John had paid his debt and the gavel came down, issuing him a clean slate and the gift of freedom! John was released to come home!

Why, Father, did the change of direction have to come when it did?

Join me tomorrow for more . . .

Rejoicing in the reminiscing,

Evinda

Nana Holds!

Nana Holds!

P.S.: Hey, are you having any sort of relationship struggles? Join Steve and me on Blog Talk Radio today at 1:00 Pacific time as we share truths that transform even the most difficult of relationships in our How to Love Who You Love series. It’s like 30 minutes of free counseling! If you can’t join us at 1:00, that’s okay. Just click on this link when you can and you will wind up in our show! Then follow the prompts to download and listen at your convenience. www.blogtalkradio.com/Chicklit-Power

 

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Thursday, September 12th, 2013
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Thanks so much for joining me again today for a little break and more of Nana Holds. Grab your coffee and come on in. I want to bring Bryden into this symptom and share how God used him to bring me to a better awareness of my feelings.

I’ve actually shared these truths previously back in the beginning of this series, but I want to share them again in light of this symptom in the hopes that our understanding of this relationship infection will increase and its power decrease!

In the beginning of this season of getting to be his Nana-Mama, it stirred all kinds of feelings up and moments of being incredibly uncomfortable in my skin. There were times when I would have anxiety attacks if I tried to look too far into the future. Much of the time investment in the beginning of this season went to trying to understand why I felt as though there was all this chaos going on inside and I couldn’t put my finger on any one feeling. I just knew I wasn’t comfortable. So I would spend my quiet times with Him, crying out for understanding, wanting to know why I had a hard time letting him be a child, a hard time determining truth from feeling wherein I would assume the worst about him, think he was trying to manipulate things and me and there were even times where I envied his childhood but wasn’t exactly aware of that either, let alone the reason why.

Through those quiet times, He did hear my cries and He did begin to reveal things to me as He felt I could handle them,

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Nana Holds 2-23-13

and all of these revelations led to the How We Love trench class which opened up the door to the rest of the understanding that has illuminated in this journey of Nana Holds. I am so excited to now understand my feelings, but that’s not all. I now know why because I know their root. That understanding has given me such freedom to be me and to allow this amazing little boy to be the child that I never got to be, to relate to him in ways that no one else can because he and I have so much in common!

Oh, how often I hear certain scriptures taken out of context that talk about moving forward without looking back, forgetting the past, and on and on. For example in 2nd Corinthians 5:17: “Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here!” The new life has begun! It’s the new life that takes over the old life. It’s the new creation in us, His Spirit that breaks us free from the old. It’s not a twinkle-your-nose and come-to-Christ magic spell; it’s a process . . .

Finally learning to embrace the process,

Evinda

Nana Holds!

Nana Holds!

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Wednesday, July 31st, 2013
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Thank you so much for taking time out of your day to give yourself a little break and join me for more of Nana Holds. Grab your coffee and let’s go down that river of “Denial”!

That is the next category of this relationship infection, aka, co-dependency. There are only three symptoms but each one runs deep and may require you to rewind the movie of your life!

“Do you feel yourself denying the basic problems in your family?” Oh, how I swam up this river in my son’s adolescence and I’m so grateful to be in His boat of grace floating down the river of Live instead of Denial. My answer was and is no. In fact, at times, I can be somewhat hypersensitive about “basic problems” in our family and I have to pull the reins in on my emotions so I don’t get ahead of God, or think I’m going to go ahead of Him.

I can hear you asking, “Well, what are the ‘basic’ problems in a family?” I’m so glad you asked. I feel like the host of “Family Feud.”:) Survey says – oops, before we get to what the survey says, we need to identify what kind of family. See, there’s a two-parent family, a single-parent family with the other active in child’s or children’s lives, and then there’s the single-parent without any sort of co-parent. Then there are adoptive families and step-parent families. Believe it or not, the top basic family problems are not family-specific; they are all universal! Now, survey says: Co-dependence – see, this is a real problem! — Communication problems – this leads to poor conflict resolution — domestic violence, anger, addiction, divorce, illness, in-law challenges, infidelity, financial difficulties or excesses – hmm, excess is interesting, but think about it: money solves but also starts problems! Then there’s the inability to forgive; and finally, sexual abuse.

Wow, and that is not an exhaustive list and I don’t believe they are in the correct order. These are the “basic” family problems that are knocking on our doors and entering our homes at a pace faster than I’ve ever been able to run. They are real problems and they have real solutions!

Join me Monday for another category of symptoms in this relationship infection. Remember, we can’t treat a symptom if we are unaware!

Joyfully,

Evinda

Nana Holds!

Nana Holds!

 

P.S. Tomorrow is already the 1st of the month, so it’s WOW time again!

 

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Thursday, July 18th, 2013
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Thanks for stopping by Coffee Hour @ Chicklitpower. I’m so glad you’re here. Grab your coffee and let’s get back to Revival for Relationships and Bryden’s 3rd birthday!

Oh, how relevant are the things I’ve learned this past year and a half, about myself, Bryden, children in general and the value of relationships. Every one of us is born with a God-sized hole and each of us has the same basic needs: Need for acceptance, security & hope.

Our parents were the representatives for that God-sized hole and if they did not fulfill their role, then how do we allow Him to fulfill that or anyone else? When the needs of acceptance, security and hope are not met, life turns into a mission, a mission of control in search for preservation, protection and sustenance, and if trust has been broken, then we come to trust only that which we can control.

Control in and of itself is a delusion and the less I hang on to it, the more in control I am! I shared about my failed relationships and how I was finally realizing what had destroyed them: what I’ve come to call “the relationship infection.” Every new relationship was a quest, a search for acceptance, security and hope, and if I ever felt that slipping, which happened all the time, I tried to hang on to it even more by trying to control in whatever way I could.

Now I must confess that as I stood before the crowd, I was focused on what I had learned up to that point about myself and had not quite made the connection like I have at this point in the journey, today. But as I wrote that last paragraph, the little face I keep seeing is Bryden and suddenly it clicks: He and I have so much in common, and that’s not to bash his parents or mine. All parties involved were/are working with what they were given in their early years and so the cycle begins. But what I know that I know that I now know by and through experience, and with the help of an amazing book, How We Love by Milan and Kay Yerkovitch, that these things can be unlearned, a new imprint created. It’s never too late for God.

What a beautiful privilege to be granted: to be part of little Bryden’s framework, and the nurturing, fulfilling his need for acceptance, security and hope. What child doesn’t deserve that? Just because I didn’t get it doesn’t mean I am incapable of giving it. That is the brand new truth that I was just beginning to recognize on Bryden’t third birthday as I stood before the crowd present at our Revival for Relationships workshop!

Join me tomorrow for more,

In His transforming love,

Evinda

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Nana Holds!

 

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Tuesday, July 16th, 2013
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Thanks for taking time out of your busy day to join me for a little break and more of Nana Holds. Grab your coffee and let’s get back to the event. I’m bending down, looking right at Bryden at the entryway to the church and wondering how he will respond, if he will even come straight to me, or run right to his grandma. These are some of the thoughts and questions swimming in my head as I stood before a crowd of 180 people!

I didn’t have long to wait because as I bent down just a bit and called him, “Bryyyyyyy-den,” his little head turned toward the sound of my voice and he busted out running down the aisle with such childlike joy and enthusiasm, straight into my arms!

As you can imagine, the crowd fell in love with him! Now please don’t think I’m exploiting this little boy in any way, shape or form; you will understand why I brought him up and introduced him to all of our guests of CPM as you continue to read this series. But suffice it to say, God had been showing me that He was teaching me more about relationships than I’d ever know was possible to learn through one little three-year-old boy.

I remember the beaming smile on my face, feeling it from the inside out as I introduced him. This is what I said: “This is Bryden, our grandson, and I can’t help but marvel at this truth; that as a child I was wounded, and He’s using this child to bring me healing, healing in an area I had no idea needed healing.”

You could have heard a pin drop!

Then I turned my attention to my hubby while holding Bryden in my arms. “This is George, my husband, my best friend. I’ve been wounded by many men in my life, but how like God to use this man to bring me significant healing in many areas, especially in relationships”!

Again, a loud quietness permeated throughout the sanctuary.

“So today is Bryden’s third b-day and George and I would love for you to join us in singing happy birthday to him.”

Oh, I know someone captured via a camera and I hope to get the picture some day but it is forever engraved upon my heart, his pure unmistakable joy, and if you have never experienced joy splashed on you from a child, well, you are really missing something and I had no idea I had been until Bryden.

After the birthday song, George took him back to the nursery. I hesitated for a moment, and then I made a confession that left me quite vulnerable, but open for Him to speak through me. I shared that I was a mess of sorts, because usually I’m walking in victory in the subject I’m sharing about, “But not today.”

Another pregnant silence!

I bowed my head and prayed, asking Him to join us, speak through me right to their hearts. I think it’s imperative that I share with you what I shared at this workshop, because it was/is sort of a verbal painting of what was transpiring in me, transforming me from the inside out.

See, when He gave me the title to the event, I thought I knew what revival meant; that is until I looked it up, just to make sure, in my concordance. Well, “revival’ isn’t in the Bible! I thought for sure it would be in the N.T., somewhere in the book of Acts, but it wasn’t. Only the word “revived” is in the N.T. in the book of Romans, and only twice. Otherwise, revive, reviving and revived are all in the O.T. and the Hebrew definitions are: preservation, protection, sustenance! What relationship doesn’t need either one of those?

As I look at what I’ve just shared with you, the face I see staring back at me is that of sweet Bryden, a little boy who needs preservation, protection and sustenance. And just behind him, a bit above him another face appears…. Mine!

By any chance, do you see yours staring back at you?

Join me Thursday for more

Transparently,

Evinda

Nana Holds!

Nana Holds!

 

Nana Holds From Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power

Friday, June 14th, 2013
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Thanks so much for joining me today for a little break at Coffee Hour with Chicklit Power, and more of this series that I hope and pray will someday be a book to encourage other parents having to parent their children’s children. Grab your coffee and come on in.

I was enjoying the routine of getting Bryden off to school and picking him up. It was truly getting easier and easier to put his needs ahead of mine; to get better at trying to enter into his world instead of making him fit into mine.

Wow, I just looked in my journal again, almost mid January. I had read one of my devotionals that asked the question: “What part did Jesus play in your childhood?”

I am stunned by what I wrote, the vivid memories of the one thing I was confident in during those years of being in a foster home after being taken away from my mom and my step-dad: Christ in me!

Wow, the more I look back as I move forward, the better I see His hand holding me and the brush that has painted the canvas of my life. I even wrote that the only part I’d like to return to is the childlike faith that acknowledged Him as my constant companion! How ironic that I couldn’t see then what I see now: How much little Bryden and I have in common. But even more importantly than that, I am awestruck at the reality of George and I getting to instill the reality and necessity of the love of Jesus into little Bryden, of walking with him, loving him in all our ways.

By mid January, we were talking about his third birthday which happened to fall on the ministry’s next event, February 23rd. We both agreed we didn’t want a huge party, but a more intimate family celebration with us, his papa and grandma, his “tauntie,” (Auntie), his uncle Jeff, Aunt Lauren and of course his cousins Diwan (Dillan) and Ty-Ty, too.

Bryden and Leap Frog!

Bryden and Leap Frog!

We didn’t need to wonder what he wanted for his birthday because he just picked up from where Christmas left off and every time he saw a toy advertised on T.V., his innocent request, “Can I have that for my birthday,” would have us both smiling from the inside out.

Bedtime was truly becoming a special time that I know will engrave something positive on and in his little heart that someday when he is older he will flash back on. I played airplane with him by picking him up and heaving him while he counted as high as he could correctly without saying a number out of order. Talk about a workout! And then he’d say, “Blastoff!” and I’d throw him onto his bed.

George would usually hold his breath until he landed safely and then he’d join in our giggling.

And then Bryden would say, “Again,” so we would do it one more time. And then he’d plop down on the bed and one by one, we would take all of his favorite blankets – at least three, but usually four or five – and cover him all up. But then he’d remember another one of his friends that he had to have “sweep” with him so he’d burst up and announce that he needed his dinosaur, or his bear, or whoever and whatever.

That could go on ad infinitum if we let it, but we would lovingly draw the line, and then begin our prayers. Then I’d lean down and kiss him good-night and George would do the same. And as I walked away, I would turn around and blow him a kiss. “I got it,” he would say, and I’d catch the one he blew me before I made it out his bedroom door.

Join me Monday for more Nana Holds moments.

Evinda

Nana Holds!

Nana Holds!