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10 Quotes on Living in an Empty Nest

Our family has had 3 graduation this year – two from High School and one from College. Yes, we are blessed and so proud of all of our 6 kids. But, can I ask, “Now what?” We still have one son at home, at least for one more semester.  My son went to visit family for the next 2 weeks, so here my husband and I sit. We have 2 older kids who are doing amazing and are out on their own.

We have finished 3 Netflix series this week. I am just about caught up on laundry. I haven’t cooked in days. How do you people do this? This changing seasons things is very confusing for this Mama. I feel all flustered!

So I went looking for wisdom. Here are some great quotes about living in the empty nest!

10  Quotes on Living in the Empty Nest

  1. “It is not what you do for your children, but what you have taught them to do for themselves, that will make them successful human beings.” —Ann Landers
  2. “Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.” —Robert Bault
  3. “When mothers talk about the depression of the empty nest, they’re not mourning the passing of all those wet towels on the floor, or the music that numbs your teeth, or even the bottle of capless shampoo dribbling down the shower drain. They’re upset because they’ve gone from supervisor of a child’s life to a spectator. It’s like being the vice president of the United States.” — Erma Bombeck
  4. “A mother’s love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.” — Agatha Christie
  5. “Give the ones you love wings to fly, roots to come back and reasons to stay.” — The Dalai Lama
  6. “The day a child realizes that all adults are imperfect, he becomes an adolescent; the day he forgives them, he becomes an adult; the day he forgives himself, he becomes wise.” ― Alden Nowlan
  7. “The best way to keep children at home is to make the home atmosphere pleasant, and let the air out of the tires.” ― Dorothy Parker
  8. “Graduation day is tough for adults. They go to the ceremony as parents. They come home as contemporaries. After twenty-two years of child-rearing, they are unemployed.” ― Erma Bombeck
  9. “I want my children to have all the things I couldn’t afford. Then I want to move in with them.” ― Phyllis Diller
  10. “All of us have moments in our lives that test our courage. Taking children into a house with white carpet is one of them. ” ― — Erma Bombeck

 

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Our Children Are Our Greatest Gift

As I sit at my desk today (yes, it’s Saturday) I put up more pictures of my babies. I can’t believe how fast the time has gone. I can’t help but feel humbled and grateful that God has blessed me with such wonderful kids to love. They are so precious and such a gift.

They are all so different and each one is special and unique. I love them no matter what they do or don’t do. Love is like that.

I am so proud of each of them. They have all had their own struggles and come out victorious. I am their biggest cheerleader! 

Plus God has blessed me with 2 stepkids too. I love them as well and see them as a gift from God as well!

You probably feel the same way about your kids right?

I’ll bet that’s how God feels about YOU too!

Why Dance with Death?

I recently started a new book from my Pastor. It’s written by a Pastor Tim Baker, and it’s called DEWITCHED – WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT THE DANGERS OF WICCA & WITCHCRAFT. It’s written from a Christian Perspective and compares Christianity, Wicca, and Satanism.

dewitched

I have teenagers. And I have worked in the school district. Have you been to a Scholastic Book Fair lately? How about the Young Adult Section at the library? Wicca and Witchcraft books abound. They are enticing our children, and this is one mom who says NO! So, I am arming myself – and preparing for battle. Our children’s lives are at sake, and their salvation. I admit, I used to be ignorant. No more. Our children are reading about it at school. Yeah, really. It’s time we wake up.

Here is an excerpt from GoodReads:

Wicca is the fastest-growing religion on today’s college campuses, and is even featured on the covers of popular teen magazines. Christian teens need to know what to believe when it comes to witchcraft. Dewitched equips teens to carry on intelligent conversation with someone from a Wiccan background, know how to defend their faith to a Wiccan, and notice signs of Wicca or witchcraft in their culture.

Dewitched is the must-have resource for any teen, youth pastor, or parent who wants good solid information and advice from a Christian perspective about this popular but dangerous religion.

(Source: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1957993.Dewitched#other_reviews0

We all worship something. Some of us worship God, some worship Mother Earth and other gods/godesses, some worship Satan – but we all worship. We all follow something/someone. We all have a ‘code’ we live by. And we all get to choose.  I am not here to dishonor your choice. Your choice is your choice. And my choice is my choice. I would ask you to honor that as well.

After my post about How To Recognize a Witch That Comes to Church I had a very good conversation with a member of Wicca. She was kind and helped me understand their beliefs. I am not her Holy Spirit, and she is not mine. Thank you Cat for your comments. But today, more than ever we need to know what we believe an why we believe it.

According to DEWITCHED,  in Wicca they believe there is more fight for joythan one God. They believe there may be many gods or goddesses.  This may be based in old Celtic religion. Wiccans do talk to dead spirits/family members. I don’t understand why someone would want to talk to a dead spirit. They are dead! To me that is dancing with death.

Also from the book, Wiccans usually meet outside and worship there with circles and pentagrams. There is a ceremony. They honor and worship the earth. They will use objects for their magic and create personal spell books.  They may take objects from someone who they are trying to convert. In the book there was a ceremony using a lock of hair, an object from another person,  and then they sealed it with their blood claiming that this person join their coven. Wiccans believe in magic (or magik) and harness this power/energy when they perform their rituals. This energy may be used for good, or for evil, it is up to the Witch.

In the book, Wiccans  may go to church, and then make friends with other teens there. Even attend youth group. But then they will ask their new friends to come to one of their services. Or maybe they will ask your teen if they could do a tarot card reading, read an ‘aura’, or practice exiting your body and going into another plane of existence. It may start as simply as giving your teen a pentagram necklace to peak their curiosity. But I am only on Chapter 11, so I’ll have to fill you in on the ending…

It’s real, and it’s time we talk about it church. Because our kids are.

holy spirit

Yes, we all get to make our own choice. And again, it is up to each of us. As a parent I want to train my child in the way to go so when he/she is older they will not depart from it.  It’s not about who goes to church on Sunday; it’s about who has a relationship with Jesus Christ, the ONE and only true God. He is the Author of LIFE and lives in them and through them. I want my kids to know Him, to love Him and follow Him. Let them be a witness and a prayer warrior/warrioress. Let  them to be the one their friends come to when they need prayer because they know that God hears their prayers and answers.

Children of the King, who have received the deposit on their inheritance already; children who have been adopted into the family of God, no longer orphans, no longer comfortless – but comforted and secure in who they are in Christ. Children who know that they have been redeemed and forgiven by the blood of Jesus; children who know that Jesus died on the Cross for their sins. That His death was a substitute for theirs – yes, the Passover Lamb. And now, there is no need to be afraid. The price was paid for our disobedience.

Children who have been baptized in the NAME OF JESUS, and who hold within them the Power of the Living God with the Holy Spirit. Children who talk in tongues and bring the Kingdom of Heaven to the Kingdom of Earth. Children who are led by Jesus Himself! And greater is the One who is in us that he who is in the world!

inspired man on beach in silhouette at sunset (XL)

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Skip Rocks

Skip Rocks. Have you ever done that? What a great way to relax and reflect.  Funny the things we remember from growing up.  I used to do this as a kid at our old farmhouse. Here is a new song I am working on. Old Farm

 

Skip Rocks

Copyright 2014 Diana Rasmussen

When she 12 he walked her home
Her first kiss was at her street’s dead end
the next day he said he had a new friend
Trampled underfoot like cobblestone

When she was 16 she went to the prom
Flowers in her hair and blue satin gown
Limousine, dinner, out on the town
Sparkling gemstone in a masterpiece

She took off her shoes, walked in the grass
Picked up stones along the way
Black was for fear, gray was for tears
She went down to the creek – to skip rocks

When she was 22 she finished college
Money and cars and a new boyfriend
got busy with beer, a brand new career
tied the knot, but she missed her old spot

When she was 30 she had her first child
beautiful daughter, hair and eyes of brown
Skyscrapers and concrete all around
Suburban life of a city wife

She took off her shoes, walked in the grass
Picked up stones along the way
Black was for fear, gray was for tears
She went down to the creek – to skip rocks

When she was 40 her parents passed away
died in their sleep, went to Heaven that day
She took her daughter back to the farm
They went down to the creek – to skip rocks

They took off her shoes, walked in the grass
Picked up stones along the way
Black was for fear, gray was for tears
They went down to the creek – to skip rocks

You Are Changing the World – For Moms

Happy Mother’s Day Mommy and Oma! We all love you, miss you, and celebrate YOU today. You are as awesome as ever, and our love for you never dies.
P.S. Have fun at the Angel dance tonight!

Mom  Linda Rae Roelle

Linda Roelle (Aug. 2 1942 – Sept. 11, 2012)

Linda Rae (Alexander) Roelle, age 70, died peacefully on Sept. 11, 2012 in Reno, NV. She was born to Lewis Russell and Edith Grace (Krausman) Alexander on August 2, 1942 in Chicago, IL. She was a successful Real Estate Broker, with licenses in IL, MN, and NV. She also worked many years as a Costumer and Seamstress for area school plays, renaissance fairs and professional play houses alike.

Linda is survived by her children, Diana Lynn Rasmussen of Milton, WI, Sandra Marie Roelle of Eagle River, WI, and John Lewis Roelle, of Reno, NV, and her ten grandchildren, and her sisters, Lois Ferguson of Schaumburg, IL, Laraine Scott and husband,

Bill Scott, of Polo, IL, and Lee Anne Walles, of Zion, IL, along with all of their children. She was preceded in death by her parents, her sister Lenore Schmidt, and her brothers in law Rich Schmidt and Starr Ferguson.

A memorial has been established in Linda’s name at the American Diabetes Association (www.diabetes.org). Linda did not want a memorial service, she asked that we remember her life. She was a blessing to all she met.

Published in Reno Gazette-Journal on Sept. 21, 2012

 

Oma Anna M Rasmussen (Oma)

Anna M. “Marianne” Rasmussen
(February 22, 1936 – January 29, 2012)

Anna M. “Marianne” Rasmussen Age 75 of Monroe, died Sunday, January 29, 2012 at Pleasant View Nursing Home following a courageous battle with cancer. Marianne was born February 22, 1936 in Wuerzburg, Germany, the Anna M. “Marianne” Rasmussen Age 75 of Monroe, died Sunday, January 29, 2012 at Pleasant View Nursing Home following a courageous battle with cancer. Marianne was born February 22, 1936 in Wuerzburg, Germany, the daughter of Heinrich and Elisabeth (Kraus) Bayer. She married LeRoy R. Rasmussen on December 23, 1954 in Wuerzburg. Following their marriage they were stationed in various locations while LeRoy was serving in the U.S. Army, before coming to Monroe in 1973. Marianne was employed at the Swiss Colony for 27 years, working mainly at the Swiss Colony Inn and Seventh Avenue Outlet before retiring in 1992. She was a Past President of the N.C.O. Wives Auxiliary and was a member of the Monroe Noon Optimists for several years. She enjoyed cooking, gardening, bowling, and crocheting (making many warm blankets for her family!). Aside from the love of her life (Lee), her children, and grandchildren, she especially loved her dog, Beaker who gave her much joy. She is survived by her husband, LeRoy Rasmussen of Monroe; two sons, Robert W. (Diana) Rasmussen of Milton, WI, Richard M. (Jennifer) Rasmussen of Palo Alto, CA; a daughter, Kirsten A. Rasmussen of Kalamazoo, MI; eight grandchildren, Jennifer, Amanda, Christian, Johnna, Timothy, Adam, Peter, and Oliver; her sister, Inge (Earl) Brockman of Monroe; her brother, Kurt Bayer of Germany; nieces and nephews; and her beloved dog, Beaker. She was preceded in death by her parents; and three brothers, Adolph, Karl-Heinz, and Franz Bayer. Anna loved her family. She often stated “We’re family-we need to stick together” and that’s what we did. She is the most beautiful woman, inside and out, that we have known.

(source: http://www.meaningfulfunerals.net/fh/obituaries/obituary.cfm?o_id=1382211&fh_id=11432)

 

YOU ARE CHANGING THE WORLD – ONE LITTLE HEARTBEAT AT A TIME

by Stephen Curtis Chapman

You’re up all night with a screaming baby
You run all day at the speed of life
And every day you feel a little bit less
Like the beautiful woman you are

So you fall in bed when you run out of hours
And you wonder if anything worth
Doing got doneMom 2
Well maybe you just don’t know
Or maybe you’ve forgotten

That you you are changing the world
One little heartbeat at a time
Making history with every touch
And every smile
Oh you you may not see it now
But I believe that time will tell
How you you are changing the world
One little heartbeat at a time

With every I know you can do itMom3
And every tear that you kiss away
So many little things that seem
To go unnoticed

They’re just like the drops of rain
Over time they become a river

You’re beautiful so beautiful
How you’re changing the world
Yeah you’re changing the world

I believe that you you are
Changing the world
One little heartbeat at a time

 

Mothers

 

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The Pickle Jar Lesson

I received this email from a beautiful woman in Christ the other day. Thank you Sister Jeanne!

“The Pickle Jar”

The pickle jar as far back as I can remember sat on the floor beside the dresser in my parents’ bedroom. When he got ready for bed, Dad would empty his pockets and toss his coins into the jar.

As a small boy, I was always fascinated at the sounds the coins made as they were dropped into the jar. They landed with a merry jingle when the jar was almost empty. Then the tones gradually muted to a dull thud as the jar was filled.

I used to squat on the floor in front of the jar to admire the copper and silver circles that glinted like a pirate’s treasure when the sun poured through the bedroom window. When the jar was filled, Dad would sit at the kitchen table and roll the coins before taking them to the bank.

Taking the coins to the bank was always a big production. Stacked neatly in a small cardboard box, the coins were placed between Dad and me on the seat of his old truck.

Each and every time, as we drove to the bank, Dad would look at me hopefully. ‘Those coins are going to keep you out of the textile mill, son. You’re going to do better than me. This old mill town’s not going to hold you back.’

Also, each and every time, as he slid the box of rolled coins across the counter at the bank toward the cashier, he would grin proudly. ‘These are for my son’s college fund. He’ll never work at the mill all his life like me.’

We would always celebrate each deposit by stopping for an ice cream cone. I always got chocolate. Dad always got vanilla. When the clerk at the ice cream parlor handed Dad his change, he would show me the few coins nestled in his palm. ‘When we get home, we’ll start filling the jar again.’ He always let me drop the first coins into the empty jar. As they rattled
around with a brief, happy jingle, we grinned at each other. ‘You’ll get to college on pennies, nickels, dimes and quarters,’ he said. ‘But you’ll get there; I’ll see to that.’

No matter how rough things got at home, Dad continued to doggedly drop his coins into the jar. Even the summer when Dad got laid off from the mill, and Mama had to serve dried beans several times a week, not a single dime was taken from the jar. To the contrary, as Dad looked across the table at me, pouring catsup over my beans to make them more palatable, he became more determined than ever to make a way out for me ‘When you finish college, Son,’ he told me, his eyes glistening, ‘You’ll never have to eat beans again – unless you want to.’

The years passed, and I finished college and took a job in another town. Once, while visiting my parents, I used the phone in their bedroom, and noticed that the pickle jar was gone. It had served its purpose and had been removed.

A lump rose in my throat as I stared at the spot beside the dresser where the jar had always stood. My dad was a man of few words: he never lectured me on the values of determination, perseverance, and faith. The pickle jar had taught me all these virtues far more eloquently than the most flowery of words could have done. When I married, I told my wife Susan about the significant part the lowly pickle jar had played in my life as a boy. In my mind, it defined, more than anything else, how much my dad had loved me.

The first Christmas after our daughter Jessica was born, we spent the holiday with my parents. After dinner, Mom and Dad sat next to each other on the sofa, taking turns cuddling their first grandchild. Jessica began to whimper softly, and Susan took her from Dad’s arms. ‘She probably needs to be changed,’ she said, carrying the baby into my parents’ bedroom to diaper her. When Susan came back into the living room, there was a strange mist in her eyes.

She handed Jessica back to Dad before taking my hand and leading me into the room. ‘Look,’ she said softly, her eyes directing me to a spot on the floor beside the dresser. To my amazement, there, as if it had never been removed, stood the old pickle jar, the bottom already covered with coins. I walked over to the pickle jar, dug down into my pocket, and pulled out a fistful of coins. With a gamut of emotions choking me, I dropped the coins into the jar. I looked up and saw that Dad, carrying Jessica, had slipped quietly into the room. Our eyes locked, and I knew he was feeling the same emotions I felt. Neither one of us could speak. This truly touched my heart.

Sometimes we are so busy adding up our troubles that we forget to count our blessings.

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person’s life, for better or for worse.

God puts us all in each others lives to impact one another in some way.

Look for GOOD in others.

“The best and most beautiful things cannot be seen or touched – they must be felt with the heart” ~ Helen Keller

“The shame and the downfall of a modern materialistic society is her inability to treasure, care for, admire, adore, cherish, value, revere, respect, uphold, uplift, protect, shield, defend, safeguard, treasure and love her children. I praise all the cultures of this world that naturally harbor and actively manifest these instincts. If a nation or if a population of people fails to recognize the excellent value and distinction of the lives of her children and is defective enough to have lost the capability of expressing and acting upon these instincts then there is nothing that can save that nation or those people. The prosperity of a people is not measured in banks, financial markets, economy and the death of its humanity is evident not through the loss of life but in the loss of love for its children.”
― C. JoyBell C.

“Children are a gift from the Lord;
they are a reward from him.
Children born to a young man
are like arrows in a warrior’s hands.
How joyful is the man whose quiver is full of them!
He will not be put to shame when he confronts his accusers at the city gates.”
– Psalm 127:3-5 NLT

Psalm 127

Now I Know Why God Never Sleeps

Have you ever had a sick child? A sick friend? A sick parent? You check on them all the time whether they are awake or asleep. You comfort them, you make sure they eat and drink fluids. You may give them medicine to help with their symptoms. You prop up their pillows, sit beside them, hold their hand, take their temperature, and anything else to help them recover. And you don’t leave their side until they are well. You might sleep on the couch just to be close to them and be there. Right?

Now I know why God never sleeps…

He has way too many kids!

Source: http://tearsinabottle.wordpress.com
Source: http://tearsinabottle.wordpress.com

Psalm 121

A Song of Ascents.

I will lift up my eyes to the hills [around Jerusalem, to sacred Mount Zion and Mount Moriah]—From whence shall my help come?
My help comes from the Lord, Who made heaven and earth.
He will not allow your foot to slip or to be moved; He Who keeps you will not slumber.
Behold, He who keeps Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.
The Lord is your keeper; the Lord is your shade on your right hand [the side not carrying a shield].
The sun shall not smite you by day, nor the moon by night.
The Lord will keep you from all evil; He will keep your life.

The Lord will keep your going out and your coming in from this time forth and forevermore.

Amplified Bible (AMP)
Copyright © 1954, 1958, 1962, 1964, 1965, 1987 by The Lockman Foundation

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Teen suicide: Prevention is contagious, too.

Teen suicide: Prevention is contagious, too. (via The Christian Science Monitor)

Teen suicide – America’s high rates and growing prevention efforts – is the topic of this week’s cover story project. Here students at Chautauqua Lake Central High School in Mayville, N.Y., participate in a Sources of Strength suicide-prevention…

Continue reading “Teen suicide: Prevention is contagious, too.”

Shut up Already

Girls basketball

Our family had the pleasure of going to watch my daughter play basketball last night.  The girls did great.  Some of the parents in the stands were awful.  I was embarrassed.  Have you ever gone to a sporting event and sat by that person who continually criticized the Referee? Well, we had the misfortune to sit by 3 parents who I wanted to tell, ‘Shut up already!’ last night.  Seriously.  It was so bad that the Ref even shouted back to the crowd.  And I am thinking to myself, ‘how are these kids ever going to learn to respect any Authority figure, much less themselves, if their parents are a Poster Child for Disrespect?

Now I know, not every Ref is perfect.  But yelling and screaming at them is only going to make it worse for the team right?  And talk about embarrassing a teen in front of their friends. There was more than one girl shaking her head at the antics of her over zealous dad.  

Here are some words of advice from Erin Adams in her article:

“Bad” Sports Parents Ruin it for Everyone

Of the twenty million children who sign up to play sports each year, 70 percent will quit playing league sports by the age of 13 and never play again. Why? Well, according to a Michigan State University survey,of 10,000 children, grades 7 – 12, the number one reason kids play sports is to have fun, and they stop playing when it simply isn’t fun any longer.

Why do sports stop being fun for children? In many cases, it’s the well-intentioned moms and dads that take the fun out of sports for their kids. From screaming at the officials, to coaching from bench, these overzealous parents not only embarrass their children, but increase the amounts of pressure for the child to perform to unattainable heights.

So, next time you want to yell at the coach at the top of your lungs – remember your son or daughter is watching. And so are all the other parents. Do us all a favor, settle down, enjoy the game and just shut up already!

Love endures long and is patient and kind; love never is envious nor boils over with jealousy, is not boastful or vainglorious, does not display itself haughtily.

It is not conceited (arrogant and inflated with pride); it is not rude (unmannerly) and does not act unbecomingly.

Love (God’s love in us) does not insist on its own rights or its own way, for it is not self-seeking; it is not touchy or fretful or resentful; it takes no account of the evil done to it [it pays no attention to a suffered wrong].

It does not rejoice at injustice and unrighteousness, but rejoices when right and truth prevail.

 Love bears up under anything and everything that comes, is ever ready to believe the best of every person, its hopes are fadeless under all circumstances, and it endures everything [without weakening].

 Love never fails [never fades out or becomes obsolete or comes to an end].

(1 Corinthians 13:4-8a AMP)

From: hungryforgodsword.blogspot.com
From: hungryforgodsword.blogspot.com

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