Code of Ethics

It is where our Lord holds us close and we pray that believing in Him is the right way of life.


 

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Looking back to my younger years , I never understood life. Why do trees blow in the direction of the wind? Why do the leaves turn in the autumn chill? Why does the sun rise in the east in the early morn? My mother tried to explain that it was the way God intended, long before I was born. I guess she was right. I never questioned what she said, although I never understood. But it was actually the principles of life that she was trying to preach.


 

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His divine power has granted to us all things that pertain to life and godliness, through the knowledge of him who called us to his own glory and excellence

 


I grew up fast after Pop passed. Life changed for us. My brother and I never agreed on anything. Respect was a word that was hardly heard but I learned early there was a code. A code to follow…be it God, family, or honoring those you love. But it came with a price. We showered our feelings over the hurts we endured.

All of us learn early in life, somehow, there is a code of ethics we must follow. It is where our Lord holds us close and we pray that believing in Him is the right way of life. We give our hearts to Him as He is our Savior. It gives us direction.

 

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Honoring the past and looking forward to the future, we praise our parents and teach the future generations that God is the common denominator of respect. Humbly we give praise…it is our way of life.

God’s eloquence sustains life for all his creations. I’m humbled by His magnificent beauty and shutter at His presence. We give thanks before we partake. Remember, if it wasn’t for His ever presence in our lives, we would remain in the absence of His grace.

 

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Let us worship His name!

 

 

 


 

 

Heaven’s Message

We are too busy to get involved so our children render a life of impulse.


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The battle lines are drawn. Hearts torn, love ripped to shreds as children turn into adults. The grim headlines clarify the horror as families come together. I think to myself, why do we wait to show the love after lost souls are gone? God never intended for innocence to turn into violence. But hatred causes bloodshed and the cannons roar long before dawn. Nothing is sacred….not a home, not a school, nor a church. Hospitals are filled with heroes as assailants wound.

It appears we livHeaven's Message 2e in denial, unaffected because we dodge the bullets; just too busy to be concerned. God remains where we have time, collecting dust amongst the shelves. Pathetically, we walk away from reality and life has changed. We can’t leave keys in the car when we stop by the store nor leave the front door unlocked when crawling in from another hard day.

 

Protecting our domains from predators, we do conscientiously care about our belongings; but let us alter the paths of our predecessors and we lead a vibrant generation astray into the wilderness. We are too busy to get involved so our children render a life of impulse.

 

Though it is only now, as I look in the mirror, that I see where we went wrong. The headlines read like a saga tabloid. Restraint, a sport for only the old, God blesses them with the courage to abstain. Now our homes become the frontline battleground. Dear Lord, we beg for mercy!

 

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The grass burns brown and the roses wilt on the headstones. Love that once thrived goes up in smoke. The bombs of lies explode and everything returns to dust. Morning comes, or does it, or is it just the light that shines on yesterday’s buried news?

 

The emptiness echoes in hollow hearts and we armor ourselves for the day ahead. God is our only escape from the tortured statues as memories are erased. Heaven repeats “forgive those that know not” for they know only hate. Love was never taught. God bless the unruly.

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The Sandbox

Our minds are designed to create and build – not to tear down and destroy.

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Sitting in the shade, wiping my sweat, the yard is manicured once more. It’s so nice to enjoy the love that comes from looking to God and the beautiful blue sky. I thank Him for another day of gorgeous grace. In my little cul-de-sac, the concrete wraps in harmony; the blacktop sweeps in tranquility. Peace and love rings out in my little neighborhood. God abounds.

Reminiscing in the shade while continuously wiping my brow, I think back to when Kirk and I were little kids. We’d play for hours with our Matchbox toys; building tunnels and roads through the piles of sand in my little sandbox. Pretending to create a life of make-believe, we built a world where the only problem was leaving our toys outside if it rained.

With endless hours of sharing our childhood, we learned to live and get along. I guess we fought once in a while; I don’t remember anymore. But the fact remains, we got along and grew up in normalcy. Our interests grew and changed. Diversified, we lost contact. Some days, like today, I go back and sit on the edge of my little sandbox wishing for those younger days.

Today, I’m watching the parade of demonstrators marching in solidarity. They, I bet, never knew the love of God that grows from life in a sandbox. Our minds are designed to create and build – not to tear down and destroy. Memories are like a keepsake proudly displaying on the living room mantle. Framed pictures that commemorate the way things were, line the hallway. And a crucifix of Christ protects the covenant that God blesses the hearts of passed ones.

I see the innocent demonstrate their acclaimed individual rights. The fore-fathers, before them, fought for those rights. Now the monuments are all but destroyed. That which was commemorated, is now denounced. Ridiculous!

So what time is it….1967??

I’m watching the news…. fifty years too late! I’ve seen this rerun before!

I’m disgusted with the progress we are prospering – in reverse. Let’s go back in time and recreate the joy of God we found in our own little sandbox once more!

 


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But Jesus called them to him, saying, let the children come to me, and do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of God. (Luke 18:16)

A fool’s lips bring strife, And his mouth calls for blows. A fool’s mouth is his ruin, And his lips are the snare of his soul. (Proverbs 18: 6-7)

The mouth of the righteous is a fountain of life, But the mouth of the wicked conceals violence. (Proverbs 10:11)

 


Editor’s Comment:

God establishes government to be an authority, and he establishes family to teach the importance of respecting authority.

When A Picture’s Worth A Thousand

Watching the world poised for action, we need to diligently seek grace.

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Speaking patriotically, I listen to the views as opinions are too numerous to mention. A true believer, we are all under God and I seek the best for all the country. The military, the meek, the wealthy that knows yet seeks to destroy. Even nature wants to preserve. We spend our lives trying to endure and do what’s right for the welfare of our descendants. Praying to pass on the promises instilled in us as children, we strive in our commitment to God to make a difference.

What matters more than heritage? We stand like statues to the wind, like the Wye Oak, as seasons change a landmark to our community. But one thing for sure, we hold our flag dear to our hearts. Our allegiance we pledge, faithfully.

But I wonder….will our children ever comprehend the complacency we constructed for them? They will never see a draft where destiny is decided by the luck of a straw. We were plunged from high school to a battlefield, fighting for our lives. Forget the enemy! Staying alive was priority. Kids can’t relate unless of course they enlisted in a branch.

I call on the weak to rise and be counted. God needs us! We are the chosen to serve and protect what’s left. Watching the world poised for action, we need to diligently seek grace.

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Caring about our tomorrows, God grant us salvation; our peace and joy we proclaim for the children’s sake that know not….. Amen.

 

 


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Blessed be the Lord, my rock, who trains my hands for war, and my fingers for battle; he is my steadfast love and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, my shield and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues peoples under me. (Psalm 144: 1-2)

A time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace. (Ecclesiastes 3:8)

Share in suffering as a good soldier of Christ Jesus. No soldier gets entangled in civilian pursuits, since his aim is to please the one who enlisted him. (2 Timothy 2: 3-4)

Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one’s youth. Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! He shall not be put to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate. (Psalm 127: 3-5)


 

Empty Memories

Not even the scrapbook recalls the love ….. turmoil of emotional child abuse


emotional abuse 2In the quiet evening, your mind strays to younger days. Nestled in the love seat, you think about the lonely life that has lead you down the paths of disillusion. There in the confusion, disconnection is a way of life. Heart wrenching, love was in limited supply; not much to go around and rationed like a commodity. It was not associated with warmth but instead, related to the flowers or gardens.

You would sit in your room and play by yourself. Looking out the window, your mother is in her polka dotted blouse, dark slacks, and her garden gloves. She loves her tomatoes and corn on the cob. You just watched …. sitting inside. She never knew the love you desired or saw devotion because it was all about money – how much dad could bring home. You were too young to understand but you knew that love wasn’t suppose look like that. Looking back, you never heard, “I love you”, as you went off to school or while saying your prayers at my bedside.

Animosity seemed to rule the roost. You listened to your friends as they shared their stories on the way to school. They went out over the weekend and as you knocked on their door, you knew they would not be home.

You would have given anything for your parents to include you in their plans. But to throw a ball or enroll you in a curriculum outside of the classroom wasn’t going to happen. Sadly, you would come home and play while most of your friends played at the beach. Softball was the sport.

Yes, it’s sad as those from broken homes look back. You swore you would never do that to your own children. Now those days are long gone too and all that’s left are voids. Not even the scrapbook recalls the love ….. just tarnished empty pages. The snapshots are faded memories you just as soon forget.

For now, life is all but over; the mid-drift spreads and the hair turns gray. Thoughts are all that’s left, like trash to be thrown away. And here you sit as life goes on.

 


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Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward. (Psalm 127:3)

Fathers, do not provoke your children, lest they become discouraged. (Colossians 3:21)

Whoever troubles his own household will inherit the wind, and the fool will be servant to the wise of heart. (Proverbs 11:29)

Keep your life free from love of money, and be content with what you have, for he has said, “I will never leave you nor forsake you.” (Hebrews 13:5)

 

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Editor’s Notes:

Signs of Emotional Child Abuse:

 

  • Not showing affection.
  • Ignoring the child’s presence and obvious needs.
  • Ignoring the child when he or she is in need of comfort.
  • Not calling the child by his or her name.
  • Making the child feel unwanted, perhaps by stating or implying that life would be easier without the child. For example, a parent may tell a child, “I wish you were never born.”
  • Ridiculing or belittling the child, such as saying, “You are stupid.”
  • Threatening the child with harsh punishment or even death.
  • Continuous verbal abuse.
  • Comparing the child to siblings or peers.
  • Blaming the child for family problems.

 

Ignoring children’s needs, putting them in unsupervised, dangerous situations, or making a child feel worthless or stupid is child abuse. The result is serious emotional harm. But there is help available!

Parental Alienation Awareness Organization: http://www.paawareness.com

Prevent Child Abuse America: 1-800-CHILDREN or preventchildabuse.org
http://www.preventchildabuse.org/images/docs/emotionalchildabuse.pdf

 

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Almighty Child

Children that perceive such miraculous perception ought to flatter themselves in Holy water. Parent abuse is common….

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The word spread and men came bearing gifts. Animals grazed out in the meadows…. we all know the story. A child was born by miraculous conception. There is no other miracle greater than a child that two parents have been blessed with from God. Ah, yes. But most of us have experienced the blessing of your child’s birth. Then our kids grow up and they have the misconception they can do no wrong …

Too many times, I find friends being scolded by their children. It’s as if the child inherited permission from their grandparents. I sat outside in a refreshing breeze last night and listened to how an adolescent can run their lives better than their parents. Though some have never had the pleasure of bearing a child, the Almighty Child can do no wrong. A legend in their own mind, they believe you won’t find fault with their lifestyle. They wander unto this world having more knowledge and skill than those twice their age.

I believe we have created a new class of people – not rich, nor poor – but the self- righteous. They are perfect but only in a mirror, maybe. I hear the sins of these children that proclaim their innocence. Oh, don’t you wish you could return to the righteousness of youth where you could be as perfect as the children are today??

Telling parents all their faults they have made, it’s as if when they achieve enough demerits they will disown their parents. Somebody needs to shake them and remind them that wisdom comes from failures. If parents were as perfect as Christ, there would be no need to reluctantly remind them how irrelevant they are. When someone passes away, the child waits for handouts!

I remember my dad always said, “Those who live in glass houses ought not pitch the first stone”. I believe he was smarter than me. Children that perceive such miraculous perception ought to flatter themselves in Holy water.

The Ten Commandments are written in stone and now you know why. Children, today, will pay for their raising opinions. It’s as if you haven’t witnessed that rodeo played out before. Oh the roulette wheel your children spin. They gamble their life and all you can do is pray for them.

I wonder how many kids ever took the time to understand the Bible? I pray… not for them but for the parents that have been so badly damaged by their children’s immaculate conception of the philosophical washing – not by holy water but by the storm drains of the world.

 


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And they shall say to the elders of his city, ‘This our son is stubborn and rebellious; he will not obey our voice; he is a glutton and a drunkard.’ Then all the men of the city shall stone him to death with stones. So you shall purge the evil from your midst, and all Israel shall hear, and fear. (Deuteronomy 21:20-21)

Whoever spares the rod hates his son, but he who loves him is diligent to discipline him. (Proverbs 13:24)

Fathers, do not provoke your children to anger, but bring them up in the discipline and instruction of the Lord. (Ephesians 6:4)

Do not withhold discipline from a child; if you strike him with a rod, he will not die. If you strike him with the rod, you will save his soul from Sheol. (Proverbs 23:13-14)

Honor your father and your mother, that your days may be long in the land that the Lord your God is giving you. (Exodus 20:12)


 

Editor’s Notes:  Verbal abuse towards parents or other family members by young people is more common than many people think. It is an attempt to control and have power over you or others in the home.  It can happen in families of any culture, religion or situation in life.

Abuse can be a sign of:

  • The children hasn’t learned to control or manage feelings, especially anger. They act out their feelings without using any self-control.
  • The child hasn’t learned to deal with the stresses of life, to solve problems or cooperate.
  • They don’t value or respect other people.
  • They see a parent, often the mother, as weak and powerless.
  • The children are affected by alcohol or drugs. Some drugs can trigger psychosis (being out of touch with the real world) and violence.
  • A young person might act aggressively if they have problems with their mental health.
  • They may be anxious and lash out because they start to think they can’t trust those around them.

Whatever the reason, it doesn’t mean you should put up with it. It is important to get professional help! Many parents find that acting early helps them feel like the parent again. When you do make changes, things seem to get harder before they get better, so make sure you have support. It is important to:

  • Believe in yourself – it isn’t your fault and it doesn’t mean you are a bad parent
  • Learn to remain calm and find ways to deal with stress. Go for walks, have coffee with a friend or do other things that relax you.
  • Build your confidence by patting yourself on the back for each small step you take
  • Talk with someone who can help. Your doctor is a good place to start.
  • Join a group with other parents who are dealing with this too.

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Wandering Back…

God, somehow, has helped me find my way back to the lemonade stands.


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My eyes aren’t 20/20 anymore and hearing isn’t what it should be either. But wandering back, winters were winter and summers were hot as haities. I reminisce those times with you.

Leaving doors unlocked and restful nights, are now things of the past. We would open the windows and listen to the locusts after a spring shower. As the hot summer’s heat sweltered, we slept by the fans trying to relax. Yes, life was good back then.

We sold lemonade (and no permits needed) and made lots of money…or so we thought. Mowing yards was an occupational hazard as poison ivy spread like wildfire. Sea nettles dried on the docks as the sun evaporated the life out of them. As I remember, I never thought I’d live so long.

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Those were awesome times to be a kid; always creating ways to entertain ourselves. We’d play all day until dinner time. Dad would say grace and mom repeated, “Put your napkin in your lap !” – “elbows off the table!” Oh some of the things we wish we could forget! Mom really loved me but she reminded me of boot camp reveille. 0600, “Hurry up you’ll miss the bus!” Homework started at 19:30 and bed was at 21:00. Reflecting, I wonder if it was really worth it. I guess parents plant seeds with hopes some will root. They did the best they could under the circumstances…

Associated with five wars now, I’ve lost some friends from high school and a neighbors son’s never made it home. Looking back, my path wasn’t so bad. I guess mom tried hard to protect me because of the hell she saw. I’ve stumbled some but haven’t we all?? But God, somehow, has helped me find my way back to the lemonade stands and my first love.

Our gracious Father is my insurance to a better life. He has granted me the ability to share, through blogs and my books, with those who choose to follow His Holy word. Anointed, I am, through all the turmoil and my fair share of skirmishes…


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All your children shall be taught by the LORD, and great shall be the peace of your children. (Isaiah 54:13)

Only take care, and keep your soul diligently, lest you forget the things that your eyes have seen, and lest they depart from your heart all the days of your life. Make them known to your children and your children’s children— (Deuteronomy 4:9)

…even as I try to please everyone in every way. For I am not seeking my own good but the good of many, so that they may be saved. (1 Corinthians 10:33)


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