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Slow and Steady

20 Mar

 

holy experience

122. Long lost family
123. Safety on snowy roads
124. Sleeping babies
125. Reds, pinks, yellows, blues, whites, oranges…
126. The smell of spring
127.  Strangers on the train
128. Song and rhythm
129. New friends
130. The unexpected text
131. Babysitters
132. Friends willing to spend the day painting
133. Primed and painted ceilings
134. Surprise dinner
135. Frappe reward
136. Completed work
137. Kisses and cuddles
138. Hands holding my fingers
139. “I missed you”
140. Slow, steady breathing
141. Kisses in the dark
142. Sleep

 
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Sundays are for Awana

19 Mar

“You are worthy, our Lord and God, to receive glory and honor and power, for you created all things, and by your will they were created and have their being.”

Revelation 4:11

 
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Inside the Fence

18 Mar

I can see their faces when I close my eyes at night.

Most of them are excited, some of them seem a little scared, others don’t so much show emotion but instead overflow with the sounds of happiness.

Who do these faces belong to?  They belong to children and grandchildren of incarcerated men and they have all come to Louisiana’s Angola State Penitentiary to spend an entire day of bonding with their fathers and grandfathers.

This amazing event is called The Returning Hearts Celebration and it is sponsored by Awana’s prison ministry called Lifeline.  The story of Lifeline’s birth is really quite impressive.  A group of fathers in a men’s Bible study asked Awana’s founder to come speak to the group.  While he was there, they asked him to develop some sort of program to help those who were incarcerated fathers be Godly fathers and examples for the children they had left behind.  For a full history of Lifeline’s creation, go to Awana Lifeline’s website.

The Returning Hearts Celebration is a once a year event that is held on the grounds of the prison.  Awana and it’s volunteers descent onto the prison in the early morning and begin setting up a carnival-like setting that will be the backdrop to a day of bonding and reconciliation between the fathers and children who attend.  The family units spend the day playing games, riding a carousel, eating lunch, and learning about Jesus.  Last year, children’t came from as far away as Texas to see their fathers.

The youngest that I saw was 4 years old and could not even tell me who he was there to see.  His grandmother wrote his name and his grandfather’s name onto a piece of fabric torn from an old t-shirt and pinned it to the boy’s shirt so he could be matched up with his grandfather.  She then put him on a bus that traveled 2 hours to the prison.

The oldest was 17.  He and his brother and mother had driven all night long to get to the prison.  They arrived at a hotel at 3 in the morning and were signing in to see their father at 10.  They came from somewhere in Texas and it would be the only day for an entire year that they would get to spend time with their father.

As the wife of a corrections officer I knew a little about what to expect in the prison, but what I was not prepared for was how many men (many of whom were murderers) came up to me and thanked me for leaving my family for a weekend so that they could spend time with their children.  You haven’t experienced anything in life until a man who was most likely a murderer sits behind you in tears thanking you for giving your time and money to spend the weekend in prison.  I will never forget that for as long as I live.

This year, I will be traveling back to Angola to volunteer my time for the Returning Hearts Celebration.  I am excited to go back and to see the work that God has been doing in the hearts and lives of these men.  Will you consider joining me there?  Awana needs about 600 volunteers to make this event a success and right now, they do not have enough people signed up.  Please go to the Awana Lifeline site to learn more about the Returning Hearts Celebration and to sign up.  You can also comment on this post with any questions you have and I will contact you via email.

I hope to see you there.

Returning Hearts Celebration
May 15, 2011
Angola State Penitentiary

 
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Cure For the Winter Blues

08 Mar

I love winter, but let’s be honest. After four months of looking at all things dead outside my window, I’m ready for color.

It just soo happens that I grew up only an hour away from Philadelphia and it’s wonderful flower show. The Philadelphia International Flower Show appears every March just in time to rescue me from the impending insanity that Northeastern winters can cause.

From the very second you walk into the doors of the convention center, you are enveloped in the wonderful smells of spring. Every color of the rainbow boasts it’s Creator’s talent.

Every year I make time to go to the flower show. I spend the entire day wandering through the exhibits taking pictures and strolling through the vendors section looking at all the neat things they have to sell. It’s always after that one day of meandering that I feel rejuvenated and alive.

A late winter flower show…it works for me!

 
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Wooden Pizzas and the Great Race

06 Mar

They come by the baker’s dozen.  Children who have carved cars out of a block of wood.  They come excited of what the evening holds, proud of what they have already accomplished, supported by their friends and family.

Each places their car onto the scale, passes the test, smiles broadly.  The car goes onto it’s parking spot and it’s creator sits in their seat and waits.  And then the time comes.

They take turns placing their cars on the wooden track making sure it is on just right, nice and straight and ready to run the race.  The signal is given.  The cars speed down the wooden lanes each taking it’s turn to pass below the electronic eye before disappearing into a box.

In the end only one car can win.  It has run against every other car in every lane on the track and has come out in the top of the pack.  …and it looks like a piece of pizza.  The awards are given out.  Trophies for speed and for design.  In the end, the winners include a piece of pizza, a UPS truck, a lady bug, a hot rod, a cross.  Each made with care by it’s designer.

And we must do the same: run the race as the creations of our Designer.  The Master of the Universe who knew exactly what we were going to look like, knew our strengths and our weaknesses.  He knows what every day will hold for us.  So we must trust in Him and believe that He knows what He is doing.

How hard it is sometimes to just let go and run down the track without doubt.  To just go.  The enemy knows how to slow us down, how to instill doubt and fear, how to make us feel alone.  It’s the prize that we need to focus on.  The award that is given by our Maker.

holy experience

107. Friends who walk in circles
108. Warmer weather, clear skies
109. Shadows on the side walk
110. Eager children
111. Supportive parents and friends
112. “Lay-dee-bug, lay-dee-bug”
113. Two hundred eighty something pieces in the paper chain
114. “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy….”
115. Friends again
116. His hugs
117. Too early good morning kisses
118.  Dishes piled too high
119. Bubbles in the tub
120. Foot prints down the path
121. Never ending, ever growing list

 
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