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Kudos! What a neat way of thinking about it. no comments If you’re homeschooling – you need to feel connected to other moms. You want the encouragement, advice, and the freedom to know that you don’t have to be a ”bread-baking, chicken-hatching, Birkenstock lunatic” to homeschool (Unless you want to – and then rock on!). I did a little of everything and yes, I thought my denim jumper was cute. Here’s a great online homeschool community you can check out: Hip Homeschool Moms no comments Living What I Believe By SarahLike most of the world, I often fail to live what I say I believe. I have been thinking lately about how my life would change if I actually lived radically and completely for Jesus. If I truly had enough faith in Jesus to never take a step without listening for His voice, what would my days look like? http://sarahyardley.tumblr.com/
no comments no comments “I learned the truth at 17, that love was meant for beauty queens…” played from our car radio in 1975. As a scrawny 12-year-old, I believed that if I was beautiful, my life would be perfect. Fast forward four years – at 16, I was chosen from more than 200 girls to go to Paris and become a fashion model. My agent told me, “Your… Read More…Power To change no comments
![]() ![]() New Site, New blog, and a New family photo, which we will cherish until May. Then it will become “out-of-date” because Lindsay’s 2nd baby girl, Quin, will arrive and we will once again be lacking a family photo with everyone in it. Back (Left to Right): Katie (who belongs to Zachary), Jeremy (single & available), Lindsay holding her baby Ruby, Adam (who belongs to Lindsay), Joel (who belongs to Ashley), Ashley, holding their cutie, Cruz. Front: Jude, Zachary, Ron holding Ever, Tonya holding Zara Joel and Ashley are leading the rug-rat pack with four children. Lindsay and Adam are trying to catch up with number two in May. Zachary and Katie were just married last year and adjusting to married life. Jeremy is - have I mentioned? – Single and available. no comments I love Chinese food, I even like opening the fortune cookies and laughing at the predictions. Once I opened a cookie that said, “You’ll be receiving a gift.” That day, someone gave me a car. God generally speaks to me through the scriptures. Did He use a fortune cookie to speak to me? Yes. He can do what ever he wants – He’s God. It’s funny that Fortune cookies are more American than Chinese. Most of them are manufactured in Queens, New York. People are paid to write the fortunes, which are always positive and encouraging. They aren’t prophets, just people who get paid to write little sayings like, Something Wonderful Is About To Happen To You! Jeremiah was a prophet. In the book of Jeremiah (29:11) it says 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. I didn’t find that in a cookie, but in the Word of God! no comments My teenage son, Jeremy, took a CSI (Crime Scene Investigation) class. So we took a tour of the crime lab. We were shown the various ways that criminals are identified. The most common – they leave their fingerprints behind. The forensics’ people can dust door knobs, duct tape and even gloves. That’s right. The oh-so-dumb criminals use gloves and then leave them at the crime scene. At the lab, the scientist turns the gloves inside out and retrieves the fingerprints from the inside of the gloves. The information is fed into the computer system and eventually the criminal is busted. This all got me thinking about fingerprints. I’m the only person in the world with my fingerprint. I am unique. God formed me that way. I didn’t always want to be unique. For many years there was always someone else I would rather look like, be like. I’m finally happy to be me. Most days. no comments King Edward the 8th abdicated his throne to marry the woman he loved—the twice divorced pencil-thin Wallace Simpson. She is long remembered for her view on the impossibility of being too rich or too thin. Can you be too skinny? Twenty years ago it was headline news when Karen Carpenter died. She was a famous singer of the 1970s who had toured the world, been on TV shows, and on the cover of many magazines. Her story was news again when it was discovered why she died—from anorexia-related heart failure. Anorexia (an obsessive fear of being fat) was common, but rarely talked about. After Karen’s death—eating disorders became the hot new topic. Since then, other celebrities owned up to their eating disorders including actresses Jane Fonda and Tracy Gold, and former gymnasts Cathy Rigby and Nadia Comenici. In a 1995 television interview the elegant, glamorous Lady Diana—the most photographed woman in the world—shared about her struggle with bulimia nervosa (an obsession with bingeing, purging, and dieting). On October 30, 2000 the cover of People magazine read “Special Report—Dying To Be Thin—Desperate for a better body, more and more Americans are taking bigger risks—and paying with their lives.” The worlds of fashion models, beauty pageant contestants, gymnastics, ballet dancers, and figure skaters are full of tales about young girls risking their health and their lives to fit into a preset standard of perfection. In May of 2000 Ladies’ Home Journal printed the results of a poll. It said 60% of high-school girls are trying to lose weight. TEENAGE GIRLS ARE LITERALLY DYING to meet the standards that they see on television and in the movies and magazines. Advertisers pay millions to reach their prime audience—those between 12 and 34 years old. They are targeting our teenagers. Our daughters watch beautiful women, with surgically modified bodies, carefully styled hair, and custom tailored clothing. How sad that many of our young girls are imitating women that are not real. Many models and actresses live in worlds of promiscuity, drug use, eating disorders, and depression. They are NOT good role models for our children. The news program 48 Hours had a show titled, The Price of Perfection. It showed a teenage girl who had been struggling with anorexia and bulimia for years. When she was 13 years old, she weighed 28 pounds! She actually went blind in one eye from the stress that constant vomiting put on her body. The closer I get to thin, thin, thin, the closer I get to perfect.” During their first commercial break of the news program, after showing this “prison camp” thin child, was an ad for Victoria’s Secret. A beautiful model, with a flawless, very thin, body was dressed only in a bra, underwear, and angel’s wings. Where did that little girl get the idea that thin is beautiful? Is TV to blame? I read a Harvard study regarding eating disorders in girls from Fiji. It said that symptoms of eating disorders have increased fivefold among teenage girls on Fiji since television came to the Pacific Island nation. TV was widely introduced in 1995, and since then, the percentage of girls that vomit to control their weight has greatly increased. The study went on to say that the teenage girls look to television characters as role models. The increase in eating disorders was dramatic because Fiji was traditionally a culture that had focused on the importance of eating well and looking robust. We need to educate ourselves about the seriousness of eating disorders and realize they can have long term consequences on our bodies—and are sometimes fatal. If you or someone you know has an eating disorder – check out Remuda Ranch no comments physical beauty vs. spiritual beauty… “People’s standards, of course, differ. Usually, in things that do not matter, we set them impossibly high and thus guarantee for ourselves a life of discontent. In things that matter we set them too low and are easily pleased with ourselves.” —Elisabeth Elliot no comments Crosswalk.com by Albert Mohler Newsweek – The Beauty Advantage BeautifulPeople.com Sperm Bank no comments This letter is shared with Whitney’s permission: Hello Tonya, ***** “A Skinny Definition” beauty [byoo-tee] n: the quality of a person (particularly a woman) Our culture defines beauty as perfection. We see this beauty [byoo-tee] n: the quality of a person (particularly a woman) no comments I’ve suffered from paleness all my life. When I was young, my Aunt Judy told me “brown fat is prettier than white fat,” as we slathered ourselves with tropical oil and sunbathed down by the creek. A few decades later, I know that cooking in the sun damages my cells and increases my risks for skin cancers so I now avoid sunbathing. According to medicinenet.com In Search Of The Perfect Fake Tan So I began a quest in search of the perfect fake-tanner. “Are you okay?” Nancy asked while we were out to dinner. The product’s ad promised that I’d get gradually darker; it didn’t explain that at midnight I’d turn into a pumpkin. It hasn’t always been fashionable to be tanned. Back a few centuries, white was in. Women applied mercury and lead to their skin and even sipped arsenic to attain a lily-white complexion. Some even applied leeches to drain away the color. A tan was a sign that you were lower class and had to spend time outside working in the fields. It wasn’t until the twentieth century, when celebrities and millionaires began flocking to the Riviera for vacations and their brown hides were photographed that it became fashionable to be tanned. If you still crave that tanned look, without the skin cancer, there are dozens of over-the-counter products. Obviously, I’ve tried a few. My most recent experiment – Jergens natural glow. no comments Thou who hast the fatal gift of beauty. – Lord Byron The news shows are full of reports on Anna Nicole Smith. Because of her beauty she poised for cameras, married a billionaire octogerian, and became a celebrity. Her beauty was fatal. Her pretty face opened the doors to modeling, money, and more. She became a commodity to her agents, arm candy for men, and was included on exclusive guest list because of her good looks. Sure there are beautiful women who have thrived in celebrityhood, but for every Cindy Crawford and Elizabeth Hurley, there are thousands whose beauty has caused catastrophes. Some get sick from drugs, many are waylaid by eating disorders, and others can’t handle the stress from their constant pursuit of perfection and end their lives. In the celebrity business, women have a sell-by-date, because it’s only a matter of time till their beauty fades, they gain a few pounds, or the next new star comes along and they’re pushed out of the way. Then what? A reality TV show? A drug overdose? Psalm 49:14 …and their beauty shall be consumed in the grave… no comments I read in the paper about a man from Australia that was born without arms and legs. The photo accompanying it shows this handsome young man, Nick Vujicic, giving an inspiration message in front of a church group. In telling his story, the article said “He can walk/hop almost anywhere (including up steps), using his only foot. And he can type with his only two toes (43 words a minute, thank you very much)…And he writes, gets dressed and opens doors with his mouth.” Talk about someone “doing the best you can with what you’ve got.” It made me realize what a baby I am. His story makes my getting upset over a bad hair day or pimple look very vain and shallow indeed. Nick is thankful to God that he is alive. I think we could all learn a lesson from Nick. no comments Finding Balance - “Do concerns about food, weight and exercise take a lot of your time and energy? If so, you’ve come to the right place. Welcome to FINDINGbalance.com. We are a faith based health and wellness organization with an emphasis on eating and body image issues. We are also the first national organization dedicated to providing information and resources to those struggling with EDNOS and non-extreme disordered eating. Whether you’re overweight, underweight, or somewhere in between, if you’re constantly thinking about food, dieting, exercise, and weight, we’re here to help. There’s a better way to live. It’s all about finding balance.” no comments I was reading in the newspaper about a popular religion of film stars. Their “god” is distant and impersonal. Matthew 10:30 tells us that our God knows the number of hairs on our heads. It is amazing to know that there is a God in heaven who cares about me at all – and yet, he even numbers the hairs on my head (which are in disarray this morning). He knows each tear I cry. He knows me – and he still loves me. We have a God that cares! no comments Hit your panic buttons, ladies, because swimsuit season is just around the corner. An article in Ladies Home Journal was titled, “How to Buy a Bathing Suit, Without Crying.” A study said that 52% of women find cleaning the cat’s litter box more enjoyable than shopping for a swimsuit. The idea of entering a store’s dressing room to squeeze their bodies into two dozen different floral printed spandex suits and view them from various angles under the unflattering glare of florescent lights is more torture and humiliation than most women can bear. I had avoided buying a new swimsuit for years, so I decided to “take the bull by the horns” (so to speak). I marched into the nearest department store and purchased a skirted swimsuit (the kind senior citizens wear on cruise ships). The tag promised that my thighs would look thinner. My children were provoked to laughter because it seemed to remind them of the similarly clad dancing hippopotami on Disney’s “Fantasia.” Maybe it would have looked better without the accompanying daisy-topped flip-flop sandals. To add insult to injury, when I went swimming, the skirt floated up and looked like a lily pad. I spent years modeling in an industry with beauty standards few could attain and even fewer could keep. During that time I weighed myself daily and agonized over every (real and imagined) blemish. Who wants to live like that? Certainly, I don’t. In the real world, eating “Häagen-Dazs” is not a crime. So what if we’re not seven feet tall and seventy pounds like the girls in the fashion magazines. The average fashion model is a size four. The average REAL woman is a size 14 with curvy hips, a rounded stomach and an ample bosom. Real women are not on magazine covers. Real Women are at Wal-Mart. Psalm 139:14 – “I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; marvelous are Your works, and that my soul knows very well.” no comments Adventisers want us to believe that a fragrance alone can change our lives by selling us the illusion of youth, glamour, excitement, romance and luxury, all from a few ounces of aromatic oils mixed with ethyl alcohol. Perfumes have alluring names like Tabu, Obsession, Escape, Passion, Poison (some are more inviting than others), Eternity, Safari, Beautiful, Happy, White Satin, Joy, Youth Dew, and don’d forget, we can be like Elizabeth Taylor wearing White Diamonds. There is no market for perfumes named High School Wallflower, Exhausted Housewife, or PMS Blues. Don’t we all hope that by spritzing here and dabbing there, our beloved will be attracted to us like ants to a picnic? Studies show that most men prefer the smell of pumpkin pie to perfume. If they put this reasearch into a product, soon we’ll all be wearing Fragrance d’Thanksgiving and eau d’Barbecue Chicken. (My mama always said that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.) Spiritually, the ingredients for our “signature” scent include love, joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. Then these are mixed together and worn with consistency, they will produce a sweet and pleasing aroma to everyone around us, and more importantly, to the Lord. 2 Corinthians 2:15 For we are to God the fragrance of Christ among those who are being saved and among those who are perishing. no comments I went to a training seminar for professional speakers. As part of the program, they gave us a written “Personality Test.” I think I failed mine. Instead of coming out as one personality type or even a mix of two, I matched every type equally. I thought back to the movie Sybil, where Sally Field portrayed a woman with 16 different personalities. The woman sitting next to me leaned over and whispered, “So how did you score on your personality test?” “I’m Sybil.” I replied softly. “Really,” she said loudly, “You’re Cybil Shepherd!” Not long after that, I was grocery shopping at Costco. An older woman kept staring at me. Finally, she walked over and as she got closer, she exclaimed, “Oh, you’re not you.” I pretty sure I know who I am—if I get confused, I can look at my driver’s license. God knows who I am because he made me. My true identity is safe. no comments A few years ago, my son, Zachary, accompanied me when I spoke at a large church and he worked at my book table. He had never been to one of my speaking events and was amazed that so many women sat and listened to me for 45 minutes. (I can barely get his attention for two minutes at home.) Afterward, many ladies came over to talk with me and have me sign their books. One the way driving home, Zachary, shared his deep insight. At the stoplight, I turned and looked at his sincere face and said, “Zachary, if that was a compliment, thank you.” Since then, I’ve though about it and decided it was indeed a compliment. I am real and there is nothing wrong with that. Let’s embrace our realness! 1 comment January 22, 2012 - 6:49 pm
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