Janey's News
Blog «after the wedding» -- Oct. 19th, 06
Thanks to all of you who prayed for our daughter’s wedding last Saturday. It was a glorious event—one we will never forget & will always relive in our minds. First, it rained—for 2 days defying that old Carpenter’s song “It Never Rains In Southern California”. Truth it, is doesn’t. But then it begun to pour for a few days and the wedding was outside. Just as it was looking hopeless, the skies stopped throwing out bucket-loads and the ground miraculously dried up. But it doesn’t end there. When our beautiful daughter walked up the aisle with her handsome Dad, the sun beamed on her creating like a golden aura and dazzling light which continued dancing on the waves in the background of Del Mar beach. This opening of Heaven took my breath away and reminding me that the Lord is making his bride ready—and it will be for soon.
The couple was beautiful beyond description. They looked like a prince & princess. Rachele was radiant & Jastin so handsome in his marine uniform. The bridal party were stunning in various shades of blues with yellow flowers and then the three little flower girls in yellow princess dresses -- so cute. And Jastin's two younger brothers were handsome ring bearers. Of course, among the groomsmen was our son, Francesco, & among the bridesmaids was his cousin Kristin (they walked together in the processional, & my son previously walked me to my seat).
The vows were deeply moving & honored God. The ceremony was just glorious -- with Louis' preaching & also a message by Pastor Gary Nelson. Did we cry? Yes -- all three of us -- Louis, myself and even our son. I sang "You Are Still Holy" for the couple's communion ceremony, and Aveana, Jastin's mom, sang at the end. Later Louis danced with Rachele -- both crying & laughing together. The music by Raw Silk was awesome (a wonderful band with diverse talent). Food was Italian, of course, & delizioso.
The location was gorgeous -- at the Del Mar Surf Station -- decorated in blues & yellows with the nature's own backdrop of sun-kissed blue waves. At the end of the ceremony, the couple were lifted up on a blue surfboard and carried out before the photo shots on the beach (Thanks to Tom of Sand Castle Photography). The newlyweds then rode in a "woody" -- true surf style. I hope to place some photos on this website – probably not till the kids return from their honeymoon at the end of October. (They will be honeymooning in Italy, Sardinia, Corsica & France -- thus Jastin will have a chance to meet Rachele's roots).
Another gift from God: We'd encouraged the newlyweds to ask to be upgraded to business class on their European flight as honeymooners. Against all odds, Air France agreed. Rachele then called us from Paris before getting the plane to Rome thrilled to have had a restful & fun flight. God is faithful -- to the detail. There is much more I could say, but the short of it is this: to God be all the glory forever and ever Amen!
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Meanwhile, on greater world subjects, here’s a great article I read that helps us see where we’re heading and how to pray:
http://www.townhall.com/columnists/column.aspx?UrlTitle=madder_than_ever&ns=AlanSears&dt=10/11/2006&page=full&comments=true
And for those wanting to pray for the suffering children, please check out the latest prayer requests on my site – www.orphansfirst.org
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Janey's News
October 4th, 2006
Countdown to my beautiful daughter’s wedding – Oct.14th. Obviously this is why I’m not blogging very often (after the wedding, I’ll invent a new excuse). Actually, there are a lot of things I’m not doing often enough – except eating. I always eat more when I’m nervous, and believe me there’re still lots of details. Thank God though that my baby girl is so organized and has taken care of so much already. Amazing how those babies grow up and get so organized (it makes up for the messy room all those years). Does this mean there’s hope for my son? There is because God is faithful.
I recently considered 1 Cor.11:31 and the beautiful opportunity God gives us to examine ourselves. By so doing, we can prevent pitfalls whereby we bring judgment upon ourselves. In other words, if we examine our own hearts -- “sonder le coeur” in French – then we give God’s Spirit an opportunity to show us areas in our lives that oppose the ways of God. These may be areas of selfishness or just blind spots. They might be caused by willfulness or just DNA “pass-ons”. Either way, we have the privilege of bringing them before the Maker, recognizing that these areas don’t please God and then asking Him to root them out. He then does. Not by waving a magic wand but by a process which is sometimes painful. But what freedom when the root is removed. And all because we began examining ourselves asking God to shine His light into our dark spots.
I suppose it’s like doing a breast exam each month. If you catch something wrong early enough, you can likely root out a whole ton of misery & perhaps prevent eventually losing a breast. I guess this is what it means to pluck out your eye, or cut of your hand, if it offends you. Just deal with it. And the earlier the better because the sooner it’s dealt with, the happier we’ll be. And so will those who might be victims of our blind spots or whatever it is we have that wounds people because we haven’t died to self. Letting God root stuff hurts at first, but we feel better after. Most of all, it helps others in multiple ways. It helps them because we become more Christlike and that helps the whole world because more of Christ in a dark planet is good. I like that.
I love Mercy Me’s song Goodbye Self. Wow. Awesome. Says it all in a fun way and with a great melody.
I have a couple of chapters on this subject in my book, Heaven Help Me Raise These Children! -- Biblical Answers for Practical Parenting Issues! Thanks for recommending it. The book now has an accompanying CD I recorded to go with the book and can be ordered here: www.carepointministry.com/heavenhelp.html.
For those who want to pray for the suffering children, please check out the recent prayer requests on my website: www.orphansfirst.org
A bientôt, (later)…
October 4th, 2006
Countdown to my beautiful daughter’s wedding – Oct.14th. Obviously this is why I’m not blogging very often (after the wedding, I’ll invent a new excuse). Actually, there are a lot of things I’m not doing often enough – except eating. I always eat more when I’m nervous, and believe me there’re still lots of details. Thank God though that my baby girl is so organized and has taken care of so much already. Amazing how those babies grow up and get so organized (it makes up for the messy room all those years). Does this mean there’s hope for my son? There is because God is faithful.
I recently considered 1 Cor.11:31 and the beautiful opportunity God gives us to examine ourselves. By so doing, we can prevent pitfalls whereby we bring judgment upon ourselves. In other words, if we examine our own hearts -- “sonder le coeur” in French – then we give God’s Spirit an opportunity to show us areas in our lives that oppose the ways of God. These may be areas of selfishness or just blind spots. They might be caused by willfulness or just DNA “pass-ons”. Either way, we have the privilege of bringing them before the Maker, recognizing that these areas don’t please God and then asking Him to root them out. He then does. Not by waving a magic wand but by a process which is sometimes painful. But what freedom when the root is removed. And all because we began examining ourselves asking God to shine His light into our dark spots.
I suppose it’s like doing a breast exam each month. If you catch something wrong early enough, you can likely root out a whole ton of misery & perhaps prevent eventually losing a breast. I guess this is what it means to pluck out your eye, or cut of your hand, if it offends you. Just deal with it. And the earlier the better because the sooner it’s dealt with, the happier we’ll be. And so will those who might be victims of our blind spots or whatever it is we have that wounds people because we haven’t died to self. Letting God root stuff hurts at first, but we feel better after. Most of all, it helps others in multiple ways. It helps them because we become more Christlike and that helps the whole world because more of Christ in a dark planet is good. I like that.
I love Mercy Me’s song Goodbye Self. Wow. Awesome. Says it all in a fun way and with a great melody.
I have a couple of chapters on this subject in my book, Heaven Help Me Raise These Children! -- Biblical Answers for Practical Parenting Issues! Thanks for recommending it. The book now has an accompanying CD I recorded to go with the book and can be ordered here: www.carepointministry.com/heavenhelp.html.
For those who want to pray for the suffering children, please check out the recent prayer requests on my website: www.orphansfirst.org
A bientôt, (later)…
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Janey's News
Last time I blogged was over three weeks ago. What happened? Well, for one thing I moved – again. Seems like since we left the missionfield a few years back, we’ve moved a million times. I hate moving but that’s another story. But the good news is that we love the new rental home we are now living in. Everyone who has seen it says it looks as if it was made for us (Still praying to own a home some day…).
All this moving makes me think again of the many foster children who are often traipsed from home to home – always scared of what the new foster parents will be like, always sad and lonely as they have to make new friends and find their place again in a school or family. Forever wondering why they don’t have a real mom & dad. Or what about the children in orphanages dreaming about some day being adopted? Their lives are sometimes a daily effort to survive without crying in a corner somewhere. Or what about children on the streets? There are millions. In Moscow, we help the street children and their lives would be bleaker than bleak without our help – www.orphansfirst.org. But in spite of our help and the covers we give, Russian winter in the streets is no fun. And winter will soon come.
Then there are the stray animals. I often wonder what will happen to them – and indeed all animals – once the Rapture comes. I’m glad to say we found homes for all the stray kittens. Hopefully, parent cats Milo & Mya, are in new homes since we gave them into an animal shelter (as we were moving and have our own cats we knew we had to do something so they wouldn’t starve, be mistreated or propagate). I think Heaven’s going to be an awesome place – of course seeing Jesus first but also seeing the suffering children in glory and, hopefully, lots of animals.
I think that’s all for now. Too much to organize. Too many details to take care of since the move. And my daughter’s wedding coming up. Yikes. So much to do. Oh, I forgot, Louis & I just celebrated 25 years of marriage. Now that’s a miracle nowadays. Only God can do that. And He did!
Last time I blogged was over three weeks ago. What happened? Well, for one thing I moved – again. Seems like since we left the missionfield a few years back, we’ve moved a million times. I hate moving but that’s another story. But the good news is that we love the new rental home we are now living in. Everyone who has seen it says it looks as if it was made for us (Still praying to own a home some day…).
All this moving makes me think again of the many foster children who are often traipsed from home to home – always scared of what the new foster parents will be like, always sad and lonely as they have to make new friends and find their place again in a school or family. Forever wondering why they don’t have a real mom & dad. Or what about the children in orphanages dreaming about some day being adopted? Their lives are sometimes a daily effort to survive without crying in a corner somewhere. Or what about children on the streets? There are millions. In Moscow, we help the street children and their lives would be bleaker than bleak without our help – www.orphansfirst.org. But in spite of our help and the covers we give, Russian winter in the streets is no fun. And winter will soon come.
Then there are the stray animals. I often wonder what will happen to them – and indeed all animals – once the Rapture comes. I’m glad to say we found homes for all the stray kittens. Hopefully, parent cats Milo & Mya, are in new homes since we gave them into an animal shelter (as we were moving and have our own cats we knew we had to do something so they wouldn’t starve, be mistreated or propagate). I think Heaven’s going to be an awesome place – of course seeing Jesus first but also seeing the suffering children in glory and, hopefully, lots of animals.
I think that’s all for now. Too much to organize. Too many details to take care of since the move. And my daughter’s wedding coming up. Yikes. So much to do. Oh, I forgot, Louis & I just celebrated 25 years of marriage. Now that’s a miracle nowadays. Only God can do that. And He did!
Friday, August 25, 2006
Janey's News
August 25th, 2006
I’m writing this blog watching the Harvest Crusade 2006 on TV (I’m actually watching the Sun. night concert & preaching which I attended with my family as we also attended Friday night). Watching Mercy Me & Newsboys – two very cool & godly bands – I’m again reminded of the call. The Great Call. The call to serve the Great King & to reach the lost & dying world in every way we can.
Although our lives (my husband & I) have been wrapped in this purpose for 30 years now, these last few years have been challenging for many reasons: coming off the missionfield after 22 years serving God & people in a country where the true God is unknown—in France. It’s been difficult adjusting to abundant America while being so stringently aware that most of the world is desperately poor, even starving. It’s been hard making sense of America’s deep superficiality—now that’s a great oxymoron—and yet it’s been wonderful living in this Christian country and particularly in California, the Bible belt of this generation. You don’t know how lucky you are to live in America until you live somewhere else. I lived my entire life in Europe, half of it in France, and I’m convinced that Americans are very, very, very fortunate. Christ is preached here, in spite of all the other garbage we see.
Anyway, before getting too off track, I just wanted to thank each person that reads this blog who is doing what they can to make a difference on this earth. Thanks for those praying for the suffering children.
Another thought struck a strong chord in my heart – there are some things we cannot control and sometimes those things seem to become our nightmare. My husband told me about a guy in his thirties who left the ways of the Lord in search of a partner. Why? Because he is lonely. Because he’s not yet found a wife. Because his faith is weak & he’s lost hope. My heart goes out to him. I remember being single & thinking God would never bring the “right” one to me. I know many singles in this situation. So hard. They cannot make it happen. They can only depend on God, & at times faith dwindles & hope drowns in despair. The same feeling is there when we desire for certain things to change in our lives: have a home, have financial security, see the orphans of the world in godly homes, whatever…it seems impossible. Imagine BEING an orphan waiting for a family. That must seem impossible. But still there is a truth that remains: with God all things ARE possible.
Are we the Christians instruments of impossibilities becoming possible—through our prayers and our participation? I believe so.
There are still thousands of children who need to be fostered, loved, adopted, loved, rescued, fed, loved, educated, loved, encouraged and loved. That’s fact. So what are we doing about their fate? Are we ignoring it? Or are we taking it on, bearing it in our hearts, grieving so we can pray.
I read this recently in The Return of the Prodigal Son by Henri Nouwen (Image Books, Doubleday, p. 129): “This kind of grieving is praying. There are so few mourners left in this world. But grief is the discipline of the heart that sees the sin of the world, and knows itself to be the sorrowful price of freedom without which love cannot bloom. I am beginning to see that much of praying is grieving.”
I agree. I think sometimes our deep grieving in empathy with mankind allows the Spirit to utter inexpressible words Heavenward. May we be available to grieve for others, to pray & intercede for those so much needier than ourselves.
For those interested in Heaven Help Me Raise These Children! (CarePoint Ministries), I have several chapters in that book reflecting this same subject.
Until soon…A bientôt.
Janey
August 25th, 2006
I’m writing this blog watching the Harvest Crusade 2006 on TV (I’m actually watching the Sun. night concert & preaching which I attended with my family as we also attended Friday night). Watching Mercy Me & Newsboys – two very cool & godly bands – I’m again reminded of the call. The Great Call. The call to serve the Great King & to reach the lost & dying world in every way we can.
Although our lives (my husband & I) have been wrapped in this purpose for 30 years now, these last few years have been challenging for many reasons: coming off the missionfield after 22 years serving God & people in a country where the true God is unknown—in France. It’s been difficult adjusting to abundant America while being so stringently aware that most of the world is desperately poor, even starving. It’s been hard making sense of America’s deep superficiality—now that’s a great oxymoron—and yet it’s been wonderful living in this Christian country and particularly in California, the Bible belt of this generation. You don’t know how lucky you are to live in America until you live somewhere else. I lived my entire life in Europe, half of it in France, and I’m convinced that Americans are very, very, very fortunate. Christ is preached here, in spite of all the other garbage we see.
Anyway, before getting too off track, I just wanted to thank each person that reads this blog who is doing what they can to make a difference on this earth. Thanks for those praying for the suffering children.
Another thought struck a strong chord in my heart – there are some things we cannot control and sometimes those things seem to become our nightmare. My husband told me about a guy in his thirties who left the ways of the Lord in search of a partner. Why? Because he is lonely. Because he’s not yet found a wife. Because his faith is weak & he’s lost hope. My heart goes out to him. I remember being single & thinking God would never bring the “right” one to me. I know many singles in this situation. So hard. They cannot make it happen. They can only depend on God, & at times faith dwindles & hope drowns in despair. The same feeling is there when we desire for certain things to change in our lives: have a home, have financial security, see the orphans of the world in godly homes, whatever…it seems impossible. Imagine BEING an orphan waiting for a family. That must seem impossible. But still there is a truth that remains: with God all things ARE possible.
Are we the Christians instruments of impossibilities becoming possible—through our prayers and our participation? I believe so.
There are still thousands of children who need to be fostered, loved, adopted, loved, rescued, fed, loved, educated, loved, encouraged and loved. That’s fact. So what are we doing about their fate? Are we ignoring it? Or are we taking it on, bearing it in our hearts, grieving so we can pray.
I read this recently in The Return of the Prodigal Son by Henri Nouwen (Image Books, Doubleday, p. 129): “This kind of grieving is praying. There are so few mourners left in this world. But grief is the discipline of the heart that sees the sin of the world, and knows itself to be the sorrowful price of freedom without which love cannot bloom. I am beginning to see that much of praying is grieving.”
I agree. I think sometimes our deep grieving in empathy with mankind allows the Spirit to utter inexpressible words Heavenward. May we be available to grieve for others, to pray & intercede for those so much needier than ourselves.
For those interested in Heaven Help Me Raise These Children! (CarePoint Ministries), I have several chapters in that book reflecting this same subject.
Until soon…A bientôt.
Janey
Thursday, August 10, 2006
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Blog update – Aug.10, 2006-08-10
Wow . I couldn’t believe the news today. Just a week ago, I was at Heathrow Airport experiencing a strange sensation. I felt a spirit of terror hovering in the air. The place was packed with Muslims & looked totally like the third world with its dirty, dismal, dingy atmosphere.
Even on the plane, there was a sort of tension. I’d prayed for a good seat and sat next to 2 French girls who were no doubt encouraged to find someone who spoke their language fluently, and who understood their culture. God ordained? I think so…But nonetheless, there was a strange spirit on the plane.
When I arrived in LA, after a long trip, there was a bunch of people with flowers waiting for their “mother”, some Indian “guru-ess” from England. She’d traveled on my plane. No wonder there was tension. Gurus & Islamists. And then there was lil ol’ me—trying to be a light to some Frenchies, and thanking God I was returning to America.
Apart from that the trip to England went well. It was both bitter & sweet. Sweet to be together with each member of my existing family in England. And bitter because who knows when or if we’ll see one another again. Still half of my family are not saved. Thank you to those of you who prayed.
One thing that struck a violent chord in my heart while visiting my mother-land was its darkness. England is dark, almost like France. The educational system is now bringing in a new curriculum whereby they’ve decided to no longer teach wrong & right but rather to teach that each one needs to feel important and find their self-purpose. Basically—existentialism. Sickening. I am just so glad to be presently living in America, even though it seems this same spirit of anarchy is creeping in here too.
Like most Christians, I sense the time is short and I want more than ever to let every minute, every conversation, every activity count for Jesus. And I want to be extra fervent in prayer. I also want to pray for the hurting—especially the hurting children—more than ever. For recent prayer requests, check out my website: www.orphansfirst.org You can also subscribe to the Orphans First Prayer Chain to receive the requests directly.
Thanks to those of you who have sent kind remarks about my book, Heaven Help Me Raise These Children! I’m grateful it’s been a blessing thus far.
It was good to get home to the fam also. My daughter is moving fast with her wedding plans. Son & hubby didn’t starve while I was gone.
Oh, the feline friends. Well, I gave away Patch & Pixie, then Griggio & finally Tabby. They’re all doing fine. Now I have to find a home for the parent cats (brother & sis), Mya & Milo. Since they so love one another, I’d like to find a place where they can stay together. I don’t think I’ve ever seen cats love one another so much.
That’s all for now. May we remain faithful to our call.
Janey
Blog update – Aug.10, 2006-08-10
Wow . I couldn’t believe the news today. Just a week ago, I was at Heathrow Airport experiencing a strange sensation. I felt a spirit of terror hovering in the air. The place was packed with Muslims & looked totally like the third world with its dirty, dismal, dingy atmosphere.
Even on the plane, there was a sort of tension. I’d prayed for a good seat and sat next to 2 French girls who were no doubt encouraged to find someone who spoke their language fluently, and who understood their culture. God ordained? I think so…But nonetheless, there was a strange spirit on the plane.
When I arrived in LA, after a long trip, there was a bunch of people with flowers waiting for their “mother”, some Indian “guru-ess” from England. She’d traveled on my plane. No wonder there was tension. Gurus & Islamists. And then there was lil ol’ me—trying to be a light to some Frenchies, and thanking God I was returning to America.
Apart from that the trip to England went well. It was both bitter & sweet. Sweet to be together with each member of my existing family in England. And bitter because who knows when or if we’ll see one another again. Still half of my family are not saved. Thank you to those of you who prayed.
One thing that struck a violent chord in my heart while visiting my mother-land was its darkness. England is dark, almost like France. The educational system is now bringing in a new curriculum whereby they’ve decided to no longer teach wrong & right but rather to teach that each one needs to feel important and find their self-purpose. Basically—existentialism. Sickening. I am just so glad to be presently living in America, even though it seems this same spirit of anarchy is creeping in here too.
Like most Christians, I sense the time is short and I want more than ever to let every minute, every conversation, every activity count for Jesus. And I want to be extra fervent in prayer. I also want to pray for the hurting—especially the hurting children—more than ever. For recent prayer requests, check out my website: www.orphansfirst.org You can also subscribe to the Orphans First Prayer Chain to receive the requests directly.
Thanks to those of you who have sent kind remarks about my book, Heaven Help Me Raise These Children! I’m grateful it’s been a blessing thus far.
It was good to get home to the fam also. My daughter is moving fast with her wedding plans. Son & hubby didn’t starve while I was gone.
Oh, the feline friends. Well, I gave away Patch & Pixie, then Griggio & finally Tabby. They’re all doing fine. Now I have to find a home for the parent cats (brother & sis), Mya & Milo. Since they so love one another, I’d like to find a place where they can stay together. I don’t think I’ve ever seen cats love one another so much.
That’s all for now. May we remain faithful to our call.
Janey
Friday, July 21, 2006
Janey's News
Not Easy Playing God
Tonight we took Pixie & Patch to the Healthy Paws petstore. It was a hard choice but we know it’s time to give these kitties away so they can have a better life. Tomorrow, Griggio will go to live with Melody and her family (and have a wonderful life). This leaves Tabby. Since she’s so tiny, we thought we’d keep her an extra day and then take her over to the pet store also—unless we find an adopting family first.
We also thought it might be “softer” on mom to take the babies progressively.
Anyway, an interesting thought struck me as we were discussing the fate of these kitties. Not only have we already named each one—and they don’t even know they have names, much less identities—but we also have a plan for each one. I mean, here we are discussing their fate. They know nothing of it. Made me think of this verse:
“For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope” (Jer.29:11, NKJV).
We’re discussing their futures for THEIR sakes, so they will have a better life, and not have to struggle on the streets. They have no say in it. And it will be happier if they just accept and trust. Just like us with God.
Now, another interesting thing about these cats—something I’ve never ever seen before, not in all my years knowing animals (no, I don’t mean my husband or my kids – I mean animals as in furry creatures…). The malecat of this little family, Milo, is totally involved in their lives. Totally. He’s a wonderful dad. He licks the kitties – and the mom – cuddles them by lying next to them snuggling, disciplines them when they need to go to bed, and just totally watches out for them.
When our yard gate is opened, he sits like a watchdog in front of the gap, making sure no-one comes in nor out. He watches over them at night and yields his place so they eat first. And he and mom (who is also sister) love one another.
This afternoon, momcat, Myer, pushed Milo over and lay her head on him. There she lay, just basking in the sun, resting with her head on her lover and protector, the kids playing all around her. I have never seen a dadcat remain involved in the life of his kids.
On another note, I leave for England tomorrow so this will be my last blog for a few weeks. I return Aug.3. I would appreciate prayer. Some of my family know the Lord, others don’t. I desire to just be a light to them all, to love them and reveal the One who is Love. I’d appreciate prayer for trip and for my family who’ll be staying here. Thank you for continuing to pray also for the suffering children of the world.
Janey, author of Heaven Help Me Raise These Children! Biblical Direction for Practical Parenting Issues. – http://www.carepointministry.com/heavenhelp.html
Founder/President of Orphans First – www.orphansfirst.org
Not Easy Playing God
Tonight we took Pixie & Patch to the Healthy Paws petstore. It was a hard choice but we know it’s time to give these kitties away so they can have a better life. Tomorrow, Griggio will go to live with Melody and her family (and have a wonderful life). This leaves Tabby. Since she’s so tiny, we thought we’d keep her an extra day and then take her over to the pet store also—unless we find an adopting family first.
We also thought it might be “softer” on mom to take the babies progressively.
Anyway, an interesting thought struck me as we were discussing the fate of these kitties. Not only have we already named each one—and they don’t even know they have names, much less identities—but we also have a plan for each one. I mean, here we are discussing their fate. They know nothing of it. Made me think of this verse:
“For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope” (Jer.29:11, NKJV).
We’re discussing their futures for THEIR sakes, so they will have a better life, and not have to struggle on the streets. They have no say in it. And it will be happier if they just accept and trust. Just like us with God.
Now, another interesting thing about these cats—something I’ve never ever seen before, not in all my years knowing animals (no, I don’t mean my husband or my kids – I mean animals as in furry creatures…). The malecat of this little family, Milo, is totally involved in their lives. Totally. He’s a wonderful dad. He licks the kitties – and the mom – cuddles them by lying next to them snuggling, disciplines them when they need to go to bed, and just totally watches out for them.
When our yard gate is opened, he sits like a watchdog in front of the gap, making sure no-one comes in nor out. He watches over them at night and yields his place so they eat first. And he and mom (who is also sister) love one another.
This afternoon, momcat, Myer, pushed Milo over and lay her head on him. There she lay, just basking in the sun, resting with her head on her lover and protector, the kids playing all around her. I have never seen a dadcat remain involved in the life of his kids.
On another note, I leave for England tomorrow so this will be my last blog for a few weeks. I return Aug.3. I would appreciate prayer. Some of my family know the Lord, others don’t. I desire to just be a light to them all, to love them and reveal the One who is Love. I’d appreciate prayer for trip and for my family who’ll be staying here. Thank you for continuing to pray also for the suffering children of the world.
Janey, author of Heaven Help Me Raise These Children! Biblical Direction for Practical Parenting Issues. – http://www.carepointministry.com/heavenhelp.html
Founder/President of Orphans First – www.orphansfirst.org
Saturday, July 15, 2006
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To blog or not to blog, that is the question.
Now I’ve begun blogging, I need to blog. My problem is not what to say but how to find an extra few minutes to say it. I leave next week for England for two weeks to visit family and I have so much to finish up before then. My writing assignments include: a book proposal, a story, a query, two articles, my Orphans First newsletter and—my blog. And I still work O.F. fulltime, have my family and have now begun with Arbonne. How to do it? I don’t know but I do know the Minute-maker, the Time-creator who actually lives outside time. I’ll trust Him to help.
Meanwhile, my house needs tidying, cleaning and reinventing (why doesn’t my son pick up after himself, and why do the cats love to tear up toilet rolls?!?) And I now have a wedding to look at which was not on my agenda, although it was clearly on God’s. My daughter’s wedding to her fine beau. We love them both and pray their lives would serve our King.
Outside in my yard is another family—a family of six cats. Yep, you got it. I’ve now got the entire street cat family living in my shed since I rescued Milo and Miya’s four adorable kittens and put them there. They are more than happy and growing fast. About a month old now so their markings are clear, I’ve named them thus:
Patch – he’s white with a lot of black smudges on him,
Griggio – (Italian for grey) he’s white with grey patches
Pixie – she has pointed ears,
Tabby – because she’s the only one that’s a tabby color (probably a different Dad since cats can be pregnant from several partners. Thank God humans can’t because the foster system is already inundated with precious, neglected children).
Watching them is a delight. Feeding them is a “galère” (French words still come to mind faster for some things and this word corresponds to “pain in the…wherever”.
The most curious thing of all is to see something I’ve never seen before in the cat world—the father is totally involved in their lives & helps take care of them with his sister/spouse (sounds like Song of Solomon here). It is beautiful to watch. When they stray too far, Dadcat gets them back in line, biting the back of their neck just as the Momcat does. They are a team. A perfect family.
Oh that it would be that way for all cats. And for all children. No-one should be without a home, a safe-place, parents, a family. No-one. May our God keep us on our knees and tell us how we can help the needy children of the world.
Hope to talk to you again soon before I leave for England. But if not, talk when I get back (I won’t have computer access, and need to concentrate on my family anyway when I’m there). Your prayers for this busy week, my trip and the needy children are appreciated. Oh, and pray I find homes for these kittens. I’m given them free to anyone who’ll provide them with a good home.
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To blog or not to blog, that is the question.
Now I’ve begun blogging, I need to blog. My problem is not what to say but how to find an extra few minutes to say it. I leave next week for England for two weeks to visit family and I have so much to finish up before then. My writing assignments include: a book proposal, a story, a query, two articles, my Orphans First newsletter and—my blog. And I still work O.F. fulltime, have my family and have now begun with Arbonne. How to do it? I don’t know but I do know the Minute-maker, the Time-creator who actually lives outside time. I’ll trust Him to help.
Meanwhile, my house needs tidying, cleaning and reinventing (why doesn’t my son pick up after himself, and why do the cats love to tear up toilet rolls?!?) And I now have a wedding to look at which was not on my agenda, although it was clearly on God’s. My daughter’s wedding to her fine beau. We love them both and pray their lives would serve our King.
Outside in my yard is another family—a family of six cats. Yep, you got it. I’ve now got the entire street cat family living in my shed since I rescued Milo and Miya’s four adorable kittens and put them there. They are more than happy and growing fast. About a month old now so their markings are clear, I’ve named them thus:
Patch – he’s white with a lot of black smudges on him,
Griggio – (Italian for grey) he’s white with grey patches
Pixie – she has pointed ears,
Tabby – because she’s the only one that’s a tabby color (probably a different Dad since cats can be pregnant from several partners. Thank God humans can’t because the foster system is already inundated with precious, neglected children).
Watching them is a delight. Feeding them is a “galère” (French words still come to mind faster for some things and this word corresponds to “pain in the…wherever”.
The most curious thing of all is to see something I’ve never seen before in the cat world—the father is totally involved in their lives & helps take care of them with his sister/spouse (sounds like Song of Solomon here). It is beautiful to watch. When they stray too far, Dadcat gets them back in line, biting the back of their neck just as the Momcat does. They are a team. A perfect family.
Oh that it would be that way for all cats. And for all children. No-one should be without a home, a safe-place, parents, a family. No-one. May our God keep us on our knees and tell us how we can help the needy children of the world.
Hope to talk to you again soon before I leave for England. But if not, talk when I get back (I won’t have computer access, and need to concentrate on my family anyway when I’m there). Your prayers for this busy week, my trip and the needy children are appreciated. Oh, and pray I find homes for these kittens. I’m given them free to anyone who’ll provide them with a good home.
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