Showing posts with label child abuse awareness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label child abuse awareness. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Harvest Life Gracefully- Keep your child safe
Harvest life Gracefully by keeping your child safe. I discovered a product that tracks your child's location at all times. Amber Alert GPS is the product. I recommend this product for any parent. No more fear, worries or anxiety when your child is out of your site. Watch the video to learn how it works. Click on the Amber Alert picture to get product Now!
Harvest Life Gracefully- by protecting our children from abuse-Child Abuse: Parental Abuse on Children
Harvest life gracefully by being aware of child abuse. April is child abuse month. We need to protect our children from abuse. Abuse needs to end. We all need to help to end abuse. Our children is our future. We are responsible to report abuse if we suspect abuse. Click on link below to learn about parental abuse on children.
Child Abuse: Parental Abuse on Children
Child Abuse: Parental Abuse on Children
Friday, February 26, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Harvest Life Gracefully - Article by Michael Tummillo, for anyone that feels unworthy of God's love
Fig Leaves For The Catholic Faithful
By [http://ezinearticles.com/?expert=Michael_Tummillo]Michael Tummillo
I can recall sitting in Catholic Church as a boy. I had always wondered why it was that, at Communion time, some people remained seated or kneeling in a very prayerful, pious position while others shuffled forward to receive the bread and wine. As time went on, and the length of time between my confessions grew too long (in my own opinion) and the types of sins I was capable of committing grew "worse" (again, in my own opinion), I found that, I, too, would refrain from taking communion because, in my own opinion, I was simply unworthy.
Unworthy? As time went by, the Lord has allowed me my share of ministry opportunities to Catholics. Here are a few examples:
CASE #1: I met a pretty Catholic woman in her 40s who told me she hadn't taken communion in 10 years. Why? Because she had been divorced and felt unworthy.
CASE #2: Another Catholic woman, a single mom, confessed to me that she was not only not skipping communion, but was feeling unworthy of even entering the doors of the church. Why? She, too, had been divorced.
CASE #3: At a Coffee Shop Bible Study, a young Baptist college student introduced me to a friend, a lovely Catholic girl he'd met at school. She was very vocal during the Bible Study, anxious to read the verses and had much to add to the discussion. Afterward, she asked me to pray for her. She wanted to become a nun, she said, but she had this strong desire to raise children, too.
CASE #4: A Catholic woman had become pregnant as a teen girl and gave the baby up for adoption. She later married another man and was unable to bear children. She wondered if she wasn't being punished for her past sin.
CASE #5: A devout Catholic man had an affair many years ago. In repentance, he poured himself into his religious practices becoming downright professional; a dedicated model of the perfect Catholic man. By outward appearances a pillar of faith; inwardly, like Samson, he was in bondage to those pillars.
WHO SAID YOU WERE NAKED?
Across denominational lines, the Church has declared to all people that they are separated from God, that they are guilty and that He's angry at them. We go so far as to preach that, unless they attend church on our prescribed day, at the prescribed time in our particular denomination, that they remain separated from Him. Heaven forbid that anyone in attendance should sin - at least sin in such a way that others might notice (pregnancy out of wedlock, divorce, you know...one of the "biggies). Those types will be brow-beaten and "scarlet lettered" from now till Doomsday, as they say.
Do you recall what God said to Adam after he and the wife ate off the tree? God saw that they had covered themselves with fig leaves and, when Adam said they covered themselves because they were naked, God responded, "Who told you that you were naked?"
We must answer that same basic question: "Who told you that you sinned?"
Our answers might include:
"My pastor."
"The Church."
"My parents."
How about "The devil"? You see there is NO CONDEMNATION for those who are in Christ (Rom 8:1). There are two voices in Heaven, we read; Jesus who makes intercession for the Saints (that's you and me actually, not dead Christians - LIVE ones), and Satan, who accuses "the brethren" (and sisteren) incessantly.
Just as Noah's sons walked in backward and covered his nude body when he collapsed from drunkenness, after having attention called to him by the other son, Jesus, too, covers our nakedness.
Do you recall reading where He told the sinful prostitute, "You tramp! you're going to Hell!" No, because He never did that. How about where He told that obese man that there was obviously sin in his life or he would be thinner and subsequently happier and have a higher paying job and date more often? No, not hardly. His usual response was along the lines of "go and sin no more." If anything, He repeatedly told those to whom He ministered, "Don't tell anyone," and they ran off and told EVERYONE.
To the woman "caught" in adultery (wasn't the MAN caught, too?), Jesus said, "Woman, where are your accusers? Has no one condemned you?" She said, "No man, Lord." And Jesus said unto her, "Neither do I condemn you: go, and sin no more." (John 8:10-12)
To the paralytic in Mark 2:5, He said simply, "Son, your sins are forgiven."
When some guys lowered their friend through a hole they made in the roof so that Jesus might see fit to heal him, Jesus was impressed. Luke 5:20 tells us, "When Jesus saw their faith, He said, "Friend, your sins are forgiven."
While dining at Simon's with a group of Pharisees, Luke 7:36-49 reveals how a "sinful" woman came in with a jar of perfume. She stood behind Jesus at his feet weeping, and began to wet his feet with her tears. Then she wiped them with her hair, kissed them and poured perfume on them. Verse 44 says, "Then He turned toward the woman and said to Simon, "Do you see this woman? I came into your house. You did not give me any water for my feet, but she wet my feet with her tears and wiped them with her hair. You did not give me a kiss, but this woman, from the time I entered, has not stopped kissing my feet. You did not put oil on my head, but she has poured perfume on my feet. Therefore, I tell you, her many sins have been forgiven-for she loved much. But he who has been forgiven little loves little."
Then Jesus said to her, "Your sins are forgiven."
Hebrew 10:18-19 reminds us, "Their sins and lawless acts I will remember no more. "And where these have been forgiven, there is no longer any sacrifice for sin." Did you notice: no hoops to jump through; no performances necessary; no obligations. Just faith.
Unworthy? Not on your life! Don't believe the lie of the enemy that anything you ever did has re-qualified you as unworthy. I am convinced that NOTHING is able to separate us from the love of God (Rom 8:38-39). Friends, there are NO V.I.P. Sinners! To wallow in guilt and cling to thoughts and feelings of unworthiness is to tearfully declare, "Thanks for the crucifixion, Jesus, but it JUST WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH for me!"
THE RESULTS?
Regarding those five cases mentioned above, in every instance, I shared what you have just read.
In Case #1, the woman rejoiced, smiled tearfully and assured me that she understood. I believe with all my heart that she resumed the practices of her faith.
In Case #2, I had actually driven 4 hours to teach a Bible Study that never happened once I arrived. This woman had asked me to come to her office so that we could speak. After sharing with her something similar to what you've just read, she exclaimed, "I know you drove a long way to get here, but if the only thing you accomplished was telling me what you just said, IT WAS WORTH IT!" She has since become engaged, I've been told, to a Baptist boyfriend from her youth.
In Case #3, after the young lady told me she wanted to be a nun but also loved children, I assured her that, if that was indeed her calling, a nun can love children, too. As a Catholic boy, several nuns had quite an impact on my life; they loved children and it showed. I remember them fondly. She's married now.
In Case #4, that woman now understands that God doesn't punish His family. He loves her and has a plan for her life. She is serving the Lord with gladness and has been re-acquainted with her child.
In Case #5, we can only believe that God will minister the truth to this individual and that he will receive God's grace (Eph 2:8,9), step out of his performance mode and experience the liberty that has been bought for him by the blood of the cross. Does that sound like YOU, or anyone you know?
Though you may not be a Catholic, trust me, the devil has no problem condemning non-Catholics of their past mistakes and current bondages as well.
How many sins had you committed 2,000 years ago, after the crucifixion? None.
So, if your sins were forgiven, for how long did that "offer" stand? For 150 years? For 1,233 years? How about 3,000 years? You see, everything you've ever done - or will ever do - was either forgiven 100% by the shed Blood of the Lamb of God, who TOOK AWAY the sins of the world...or it wasn't. That doesn't give us a license to be evil. We will reap as we sow, after all. But we can rest in the hope that God's mercy REALLY is new every morning.
We REALLY have been justified.
God REALLY does see Jesus when He looks at us for we are the righteousness of God in Christ.
Our debt REALLY has been paid.
Now, is there anyone YOU need to forgive?
Every blessing,
Michael Tummillo
A servant of God
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
His mission is to bring Discipleship and Encouragement to the Body of Christ. Since '99, he has broadcast nearly 700 inspirational articles to his online subscribers and a dozen booklets on subjects sure to interest the thinking Christian and accelerate the process of spiritual development.
He is the founder of t.e.a.m. ministries. An Author, Pastoral Counselor and Teacher, his eMail broadcasts, known as "Your Town for Jesus" are read around the globe. Subscribe at [mailto:team1min@our-town.com]team1min@our-town.com
Article Source: [http://EzineArticles.com/?Fig-Leaves-For-The-Catholic-Faithful&id=524644] Fig Leaves For The Catholic Faithful
By [http://ezinearticles.com/?expert=Michael_Tummillo]Michael Tummillo
I can recall sitting in Catholic Church as a boy. I had always wondered why it was that, at Communion time, some people remained seated or kneeling in a very prayerful, pious position while others shuffled forward to receive the bread and wine. As time went on, and the length of time between my confessions grew too long (in my own opinion) and the types of sins I was capable of committing grew "worse" (again, in my own opinion), I found that, I, too, would refrain from taking communion because, in my own opinion, I was simply unworthy.
Unworthy? As time went by, the Lord has allowed me my share of ministry opportunities to Catholics. Here are a few examples:
CASE #1: I met a pretty Catholic woman in her 40s who told me she hadn't taken communion in 10 years. Why? Because she had been divorced and felt unworthy.
CASE #2: Another Catholic woman, a single mom, confessed to me that she was not only not skipping communion, but was feeling unworthy of even entering the doors of the church. Why? She, too, had been divorced.
CASE #3: At a Coffee Shop Bible Study, a young Baptist college student introduced me to a friend, a lovely Catholic girl he'd met at school. She was very vocal during the Bible Study, anxious to read the verses and had much to add to the discussion. Afterward, she asked me to pray for her. She wanted to become a nun, she said, but she had this strong desire to raise children, too.
CASE #4: A Catholic woman had become pregnant as a teen girl and gave the baby up for adoption. She later married another man and was unable to bear children. She wondered if she wasn't being punished for her past sin.
CASE #5: A devout Catholic man had an affair many years ago. In repentance, he poured himself into his religious practices becoming downright professional; a dedicated model of the perfect Catholic man. By outward appearances a pillar of faith; inwardly, like Samson, he was in bondage to those pillars.
WHO SAID YOU WERE NAKED?
Across denominational lines, the Church has declared to all people that they are separated from God, that they are guilty and that He's angry at them. We go so far as to preach that, unless they attend church on our prescribed day, at the prescribed time in our particular denomination, that they remain separated from Him. Heaven forbid that anyone in attendance should sin - at least sin in such a way that others might notice (pregnancy out of wedlock, divorce, you know...one of the "biggies). Those types will be brow-beaten and "scarlet lettered" from now till Doomsday, as they say.
Do you recall what God said to Adam after he and the wife ate off the tree? God saw that they had covered themselves with fig leaves and, when Adam said they covered themselves because they were naked, God responded, "Who told you that you were naked?"
We must answer that same basic question: "Who told you that you sinned?"
Our answers might include:
"My pastor."
"The Church."
"My parents."
How about "The devil"? You see there is NO CONDEMNATION for those who are in Christ (Rom 8:1). There are two voices in Heaven, we read; Jesus who makes intercession for the Saints (that's you and me actually, not dead Christians - LIVE ones), and Satan, who accuses "the brethren" (and sisteren) incessantly.
Just as Noah's sons walked in backward and covered his nude body when he collapsed from drunkenness, after having attention called to him by the other son, Jesus, too, covers our nakedness.
Do you recall reading where He told the sinful prostitute, "You tramp! you're going to Hell!" No, because He never did that. How about where He told that obese man that there was obviously sin in his life or he would be thinner and subsequently happier and have a higher paying job and date more often? No, not hardly. His usual response was along the lines of "go and sin no more." If anything, He repeatedly told those to whom He ministered, "Don't tell anyone," and they ran off and told EVERYONE.
To the woman "caught" in adultery (wasn't the MAN caught, too?), Jesus said, "Woman, where are your accusers? Has no one condemned you?" She said, "No man, Lord." And Jesus said unto her, "Neither do I condemn you: go, and sin no more." (John 8:10-12)
To the paralytic in Mark 2:5, He said simply, "Son, your sins are forgiven."
When some guys lowered their friend through a hole they made in the roof so that Jesus might see fit to heal him, Jesus was impressed. Luke 5:20 tells us, "When Jesus saw their faith, He said, "Friend, your sins are forgiven."
While dining at Simon's with a group of Pharisees, Luke 7:36-49 reveals how a "sinful" woman came in with a jar of perfume. She stood behind Jesus at his feet weeping, and began to wet his feet with her tears. Then she wiped them with her hair, kissed them and poured perfume on them. Verse 44 says, "Then He turned toward the woman and said to Simon, "Do you see this woman? I came into your house. You did not give me any water for my feet, but she wet my feet with her tears and wiped them with her hair. You did not give me a kiss, but this woman, from the time I entered, has not stopped kissing my feet. You did not put oil on my head, but she has poured perfume on my feet. Therefore, I tell you, her many sins have been forgiven-for she loved much. But he who has been forgiven little loves little."
Then Jesus said to her, "Your sins are forgiven."
Hebrew 10:18-19 reminds us, "Their sins and lawless acts I will remember no more. "And where these have been forgiven, there is no longer any sacrifice for sin." Did you notice: no hoops to jump through; no performances necessary; no obligations. Just faith.
Unworthy? Not on your life! Don't believe the lie of the enemy that anything you ever did has re-qualified you as unworthy. I am convinced that NOTHING is able to separate us from the love of God (Rom 8:38-39). Friends, there are NO V.I.P. Sinners! To wallow in guilt and cling to thoughts and feelings of unworthiness is to tearfully declare, "Thanks for the crucifixion, Jesus, but it JUST WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH for me!"
THE RESULTS?
Regarding those five cases mentioned above, in every instance, I shared what you have just read.
In Case #1, the woman rejoiced, smiled tearfully and assured me that she understood. I believe with all my heart that she resumed the practices of her faith.
In Case #2, I had actually driven 4 hours to teach a Bible Study that never happened once I arrived. This woman had asked me to come to her office so that we could speak. After sharing with her something similar to what you've just read, she exclaimed, "I know you drove a long way to get here, but if the only thing you accomplished was telling me what you just said, IT WAS WORTH IT!" She has since become engaged, I've been told, to a Baptist boyfriend from her youth.
In Case #3, after the young lady told me she wanted to be a nun but also loved children, I assured her that, if that was indeed her calling, a nun can love children, too. As a Catholic boy, several nuns had quite an impact on my life; they loved children and it showed. I remember them fondly. She's married now.
In Case #4, that woman now understands that God doesn't punish His family. He loves her and has a plan for her life. She is serving the Lord with gladness and has been re-acquainted with her child.
In Case #5, we can only believe that God will minister the truth to this individual and that he will receive God's grace (Eph 2:8,9), step out of his performance mode and experience the liberty that has been bought for him by the blood of the cross. Does that sound like YOU, or anyone you know?
Though you may not be a Catholic, trust me, the devil has no problem condemning non-Catholics of their past mistakes and current bondages as well.
How many sins had you committed 2,000 years ago, after the crucifixion? None.
So, if your sins were forgiven, for how long did that "offer" stand? For 150 years? For 1,233 years? How about 3,000 years? You see, everything you've ever done - or will ever do - was either forgiven 100% by the shed Blood of the Lamb of God, who TOOK AWAY the sins of the world...or it wasn't. That doesn't give us a license to be evil. We will reap as we sow, after all. But we can rest in the hope that God's mercy REALLY is new every morning.
We REALLY have been justified.
God REALLY does see Jesus when He looks at us for we are the righteousness of God in Christ.
Our debt REALLY has been paid.
Now, is there anyone YOU need to forgive?
Every blessing,
Michael Tummillo
A servant of God
rel=nofollow http://www.yourtown4jesus.com
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
His mission is to bring Discipleship and Encouragement to the Body of Christ. Since '99, he has broadcast nearly 700 inspirational articles to his online subscribers and a dozen booklets on subjects sure to interest the thinking Christian and accelerate the process of spiritual development.
He is the founder of t.e.a.m. ministries. An Author, Pastoral Counselor and Teacher, his eMail broadcasts, known as "Your Town for Jesus" are read around the globe. Subscribe at [mailto:team1min@our-town.com]team1min@our-town.com
Article Source: [http://EzineArticles.com/?Fig-Leaves-For-The-Catholic-Faithful&id=524644] Fig Leaves For The Catholic Faithful
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Harvest Life Gracefully- Examination of my life- part 3 - elementry school age
Down the road, a mile away from where I lived, up on the hill, stood a white catholic church, one house where the pastor of the church lived and another house where the nuns lived. The nuns job was to teach the students that went to school at the small brick schoolhouse, which was located on the same property near the houses. The nuns, were a site to see, they wore a long black gown called a habit, It went all the way to their ankles and all the way to their wrist, with a big rounded stiff, starchy collar. A white rope was tied around the waist with a rosary attached. A long black veil with a white stiff cap that cover the head, ears and side of head, no hair was allowed to be seen and the only skin allowed was the skin on their hands and face. I often held imaginary images in my mind of how they would actually look like, such as their hair and body without their habit on and with normal clothing on. Vanity was a big issue for the nuns in the Catholic faith at that time.
The school housed 8 grades, first though eighth. There were four classrooms, two grades per room and one nun teacher per room. Including myself there was 10 kids in my class, three boys and seven girls. The school 's main focus was teaching music and religion. It was mandatory for everyone to attend mass at church, every day upon arrival to school and just before any classes took place. Then on every Friday we were march off to the church to confess our sins to the priest. Once a week the priest would come to your class room and delivered a message about God and love that was long, and drawn out, which left me confuse with no understanding of the message. Religion class was of utmost importance, we were graded on memorizing all of the prayers and the catechism word from word.. Teaching what the prayers and the catechism meant was not in the teacher's teaching plans. We were taught how to read music, recognize musical instruments and their sounds, to know the names of the composers of classical music, like Mozart and Bach, and how to sing. The students of the school were the choir for the church. I went to so many funerals, that my family doesn't have enough toes and fingers to count how many. These funerals made me feel curious about life and death but also very fearful. Perhaps it's because of how confusing mortal sin was to me, and not understanding God's love and if I was worth his love. . For a preteen youngster, seeing a funeral procession with a casket and crying people was a overwhelming experience. A memory that stay etched in a mind, forever.
During recess, the girls was not allowed to play with the boys. Each class had their own designated area on the school grounds to play. There were no intermixing with other grades or with boys. A playground of swings, slides and merry-go-round was available for the really little kids. Softball was the game of choice for the older kids. Sliding on the snow was the preferred activity during the winter months. Cardboard boxes was a popular item to use to slide down the hill. It was not unusual to form a chain with your classmates by locking elbows' before pushing off. The trick was to see if you can get to the bottom of the hill without breaking the chain.
A checkered red/green jumper with a white blouse was the uniform worn to school by the girls. The boys wore dress shirts and brown or black dress pants. On a regular basis the nuns would check to see if the jumper worn by the girl was not too short, by checking if the skirt hem of the jumper touched the floor when the girl knelt on the floor. If it did then it was long enough and if it didn't then a note was sent home to have the hem lowered. The mini style was in at this time so most of the girls in my class decided to get clever, by practicing in the privacy of their own bedroom, learning how to slouch while kneeling to make the skirt hem touch the floor, without the nuns noticing the slouching. Some girls got pretty good at it because the skirt hem of the jumper was above the knee and she was able to convince the nun that the hem actually did touched the floor while kneeling.
One day when I was probably in the 6th grade, one of my classmates decided to draw a picture of a naked women. One of the nuns found the drawing and demanded to know who drew it. No body would tell, therefore the nun decided to give us a long lecture about impure thoughts. We were told how to take a bath so not to provoke impure thoughts. A quick wash and a quick dry without taking a look at your body. Keeping your eyes close maybe? There were to be no looking in the mirror at yourself either. From that day forward, whenever I took a bath, I would hear those words spoken by this nun, and wonder if I was going to go to hell for the way I was washing myself and if I was provoking impure thoughts.
I thought that the ideal of a religious school was to teach you how to have a personal relationship with God. To know God's love and forgiveness. To learn how to have faith, hope and love. The eight years I spent going to this school, taught me how to be afraid of mortal sin and intimidated by God. I was taught in a black and white viewpoint. Instead of learning how to listen for God's voice in my heart. I was taught how to listen to the you should not do this or that and you should do this in my head. I was afraid that I would go to hell if I did not follow God's rules exactly and perfectly. I did not hear anything about being saved though faith. I did not understand what faith meant until, way into my adult years and then only, after seeking counsel with a catholic priest because of the effect of what I learned though the teachings of my teachers about sin and hell
The school housed 8 grades, first though eighth. There were four classrooms, two grades per room and one nun teacher per room. Including myself there was 10 kids in my class, three boys and seven girls. The school 's main focus was teaching music and religion. It was mandatory for everyone to attend mass at church, every day upon arrival to school and just before any classes took place. Then on every Friday we were march off to the church to confess our sins to the priest. Once a week the priest would come to your class room and delivered a message about God and love that was long, and drawn out, which left me confuse with no understanding of the message. Religion class was of utmost importance, we were graded on memorizing all of the prayers and the catechism word from word.. Teaching what the prayers and the catechism meant was not in the teacher's teaching plans. We were taught how to read music, recognize musical instruments and their sounds, to know the names of the composers of classical music, like Mozart and Bach, and how to sing. The students of the school were the choir for the church. I went to so many funerals, that my family doesn't have enough toes and fingers to count how many. These funerals made me feel curious about life and death but also very fearful. Perhaps it's because of how confusing mortal sin was to me, and not understanding God's love and if I was worth his love. . For a preteen youngster, seeing a funeral procession with a casket and crying people was a overwhelming experience. A memory that stay etched in a mind, forever.
During recess, the girls was not allowed to play with the boys. Each class had their own designated area on the school grounds to play. There were no intermixing with other grades or with boys. A playground of swings, slides and merry-go-round was available for the really little kids. Softball was the game of choice for the older kids. Sliding on the snow was the preferred activity during the winter months. Cardboard boxes was a popular item to use to slide down the hill. It was not unusual to form a chain with your classmates by locking elbows' before pushing off. The trick was to see if you can get to the bottom of the hill without breaking the chain.
A checkered red/green jumper with a white blouse was the uniform worn to school by the girls. The boys wore dress shirts and brown or black dress pants. On a regular basis the nuns would check to see if the jumper worn by the girl was not too short, by checking if the skirt hem of the jumper touched the floor when the girl knelt on the floor. If it did then it was long enough and if it didn't then a note was sent home to have the hem lowered. The mini style was in at this time so most of the girls in my class decided to get clever, by practicing in the privacy of their own bedroom, learning how to slouch while kneeling to make the skirt hem touch the floor, without the nuns noticing the slouching. Some girls got pretty good at it because the skirt hem of the jumper was above the knee and she was able to convince the nun that the hem actually did touched the floor while kneeling.
One day when I was probably in the 6th grade, one of my classmates decided to draw a picture of a naked women. One of the nuns found the drawing and demanded to know who drew it. No body would tell, therefore the nun decided to give us a long lecture about impure thoughts. We were told how to take a bath so not to provoke impure thoughts. A quick wash and a quick dry without taking a look at your body. Keeping your eyes close maybe? There were to be no looking in the mirror at yourself either. From that day forward, whenever I took a bath, I would hear those words spoken by this nun, and wonder if I was going to go to hell for the way I was washing myself and if I was provoking impure thoughts.
I thought that the ideal of a religious school was to teach you how to have a personal relationship with God. To know God's love and forgiveness. To learn how to have faith, hope and love. The eight years I spent going to this school, taught me how to be afraid of mortal sin and intimidated by God. I was taught in a black and white viewpoint. Instead of learning how to listen for God's voice in my heart. I was taught how to listen to the you should not do this or that and you should do this in my head. I was afraid that I would go to hell if I did not follow God's rules exactly and perfectly. I did not hear anything about being saved though faith. I did not understand what faith meant until, way into my adult years and then only, after seeking counsel with a catholic priest because of the effect of what I learned though the teachings of my teachers about sin and hell
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Sunday, February 7, 2010
Harvest Life Gracefully- Examination of my life - preschool age - part One
To harvest life gracefully during my preschool age was a impossible task for me as I did not feel loved I was a very bashful, lonely and vulnerable little girl. Envisage, me as a 16 month old child whom had not yet begun to walk because I was born with my hip bone out of my hip socket. One of my legs, were longer than the other. Apparently, this type of deformity was not well-known then as today, my physical imperfection was rare and strange for my parents. After seeking medical advice from medical experts, my parents were advise to have a medical procedure performed to put my hip bone back into its' hip socket. My parents struggle with making a decision to have this medical procedure, because family members were giving my parents frightful comments about how I would become crippled, then horrible arguments broke out about it; while I was standing in the mist of those arguments. I have no memories of these arguments, but I know they took place, because my mom told me so. Knowing my parents as I do, I am sure I did not receive any emotional support from my parents about the arguments that I overheard. I am sure that I came to believed there was something terrible wrong with me and I blamed myself for it. I came to this conclusion from doing research about children and how they process traumatic situations, when emotional support is not present.
Against family wishes my parents decided to go ahead with the medical procedure as the doctors advised. The hospital, where the procedure was to be done at was 50 miles away from my home. Oh! by the way, I forgot to mention that my mom was 8 months pregnant at this time. On March 29, 1955, was the day, I arrived at the hospital for my procedure. While at the hospital, on the same day my mom's water bag broke and she went into labor. She then, was rushed, by my dad, in his vehicle to a hospital that was 75 miles away, where she delivered my brother. I was left alone, feeling frightful I began to cry my little heart out, long and hard. No one came to my rescue, except for another patient, who was admitted, for a skin disease. She came into my room, picked me up out of the crib, sat down in the rocking chair, that was in my room, held me and comfort me, as she rock me in that rocking chair. While she was comforting me, the nurse came in, saw what she was doing and demanded her to leave my room immediately. The nurse said, “You have no business being in another patients room, especially since you have a skin disease that could possible be pass on, you need to leave this room now!.” (I never did get a skin disease from her) Later, after my dad was able to return to the hospital, this lady told my dad what happened. She said , “Your daughter was crying so loud, and hard, I felt so bad for her, I could not resist, picking her up to rock and comfort her. My dad said, “Thank you, for looking out for her.”
My dad had problems getting to the hospital to be with me, because he was a dairy farmer, his cows needed to be milk every morning and evening. Then there were 4 other children at home to be attended to. He felt conflicted, between his responsibilities to his cows, his wife in one hospital, his daughter in another and 4 other children at home. My dad was able to manage this dilemma, by asking for help and support, from family members. He ask my grandma (my mom's mother) to stay with me at the hospital, a few hours each day, she agree to do so. Otherwise, I was pretty much left alone, during the hospital stay.
This event was an uncontrollable event, in my life. Never-less it was an event that affected my life greatly. Feelings of abandonment, insecurities and self-worth needed to be addressed, but they were not. Perhaps my parents wasn't aware, or had the know how or their focus were on other things. I believe that this was the beginning of my self-defeating beliefs I had develop about myself. I also believe, this was the beginning of the emotional abuse I received. My emotional abuse from my parents was not one of verbal degrading comments to me but one of emotional neglect of supporting me when I needed it.
What do we say? "HARVEST LIFE GRACEFULLY!"
HARVEST LIFE - and heal your heart from abandonment and feel joy again!
The Missing Mother Handbook Click Here!
Coming soon!!! Harvest Life - Examination of my life - preschool age - part two
Against family wishes my parents decided to go ahead with the medical procedure as the doctors advised. The hospital, where the procedure was to be done at was 50 miles away from my home. Oh! by the way, I forgot to mention that my mom was 8 months pregnant at this time. On March 29, 1955, was the day, I arrived at the hospital for my procedure. While at the hospital, on the same day my mom's water bag broke and she went into labor. She then, was rushed, by my dad, in his vehicle to a hospital that was 75 miles away, where she delivered my brother. I was left alone, feeling frightful I began to cry my little heart out, long and hard. No one came to my rescue, except for another patient, who was admitted, for a skin disease. She came into my room, picked me up out of the crib, sat down in the rocking chair, that was in my room, held me and comfort me, as she rock me in that rocking chair. While she was comforting me, the nurse came in, saw what she was doing and demanded her to leave my room immediately. The nurse said, “You have no business being in another patients room, especially since you have a skin disease that could possible be pass on, you need to leave this room now!.” (I never did get a skin disease from her) Later, after my dad was able to return to the hospital, this lady told my dad what happened. She said , “Your daughter was crying so loud, and hard, I felt so bad for her, I could not resist, picking her up to rock and comfort her. My dad said, “Thank you, for looking out for her.”
My dad had problems getting to the hospital to be with me, because he was a dairy farmer, his cows needed to be milk every morning and evening. Then there were 4 other children at home to be attended to. He felt conflicted, between his responsibilities to his cows, his wife in one hospital, his daughter in another and 4 other children at home. My dad was able to manage this dilemma, by asking for help and support, from family members. He ask my grandma (my mom's mother) to stay with me at the hospital, a few hours each day, she agree to do so. Otherwise, I was pretty much left alone, during the hospital stay.
This event was an uncontrollable event, in my life. Never-less it was an event that affected my life greatly. Feelings of abandonment, insecurities and self-worth needed to be addressed, but they were not. Perhaps my parents wasn't aware, or had the know how or their focus were on other things. I believe that this was the beginning of my self-defeating beliefs I had develop about myself. I also believe, this was the beginning of the emotional abuse I received. My emotional abuse from my parents was not one of verbal degrading comments to me but one of emotional neglect of supporting me when I needed it.
What do we say? "HARVEST LIFE GRACEFULLY!"
HARVEST LIFE - and heal your heart from abandonment and feel joy again!
The Missing Mother Handbook Click Here!
Coming soon!!! Harvest Life - Examination of my life - preschool age - part two
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Harvest Life Gracefully- by having a Good Read: A helpful article to harvest life gracefully about regrets of the past:
I always like to surf the net for articles on self-improvement and to my discorvery, I ran across this article about regretting the past and how to use regrets as an advantage to harvest life gracefully. I thought this article was very fitting in regards to examining your life without judgements as I had posted the last time.
I will be back soon to post more about my childhood.
The article is posted just below by Kristin Hutchings and she offers a free confidence video at this address
http://www.self-confidence-matters.com/
Do you believe that "everything happens for a reason"? That some things are simply meant to be and you can't do anything to change them? Well, perhaps you do and perhaps you don't but one thing is for sure: you have all experienced regret at some point in your lives. Regrets for something we did as well as for the things we didn't do. Regrets exist regardless of whether or not we believe in fate or a divine law that governs everything in life. Is it also very likely that you see regrets in a negative light and that regret is something you shouldn't feel - it's an uncomfortable emotion, full of longing and disappointment. However, you can turn your regrets to your advantage and harness them to power your success.
Your sense of regret can be used as a sign that you need to re-evaluate your life. This is very important as it is re-evaluation that gives us the opportunity to grow and improve as people. Regret for past events is often a waste of time as the past is gone, never to return. If your regret of a past action or misdeed still haunts you, you need to make amends as soon as possible and move on. It is often the regret of the things we didn't do that plays on our minds the most. The missed opportunities and offers because fear held us back. It is this regret that you need to use to spur you on to action.
Regret should not be seen as a negative emotion. If you are an ambitious person - whether you crave wealth or personal happiness - you can use regret in a positive way. Its greatest gift is the knowledge and awareness it provides. Regrets can spur you on to be a better person, they can help you define what your goals are, what you really want from life. Regrets can provide you with invaluable self-evaluation. Of course, it is not very pleasant to focus on our sense of failing or disappointment but you cannot move forward unless you do so. By embracing your regret and staring it fully in the face you can acknowledge to yourself what you want in life, where you want to be in one year, five years or ten years from now. It can help you look clearly and honestly at yourself and your ambitions.
Using regret positively will aid your ambition and we all know that we need ambition to be able to succeed in our goals. Analyse your regrets dispassionately, without any sense of self-pity or self-blame. Admitting your regrets aloud is very cathartic - it is guaranteed you will feel lighter, more accepting of yourself. It will also give you the insight into what went wrong previously and why you have regrets in the first place. Did you shy away from the job promotion because you felt scared and lacking in experience? Did you believe that you didn't have what it takes to do the job properly? Your next step beyond that regret is to work on acquiring "what it takes" - boosting your confidence, increasing your experience and believing that, most of all, you deserve to succeed.
By facing your regrets you are placing yourself in the position to constructively do something about them rather than allow the feelings of disappointment to eat away at you for years to come. So, admit your regrets and face them. Then, work out what you can do to learn from the regrets. Put what you have learnt into action and lastly, believe that you are worthy of success, that your potential is limitless. Tell yourself you are capable of fulfilling your goals. Too often our regrets exist because we believe we are not good enough, or deserving. In every step of your path to success, believe that you deserve the success.
Do not allow yourself to go through life harbouring many regrets that you fail to act upon. Live your life fully, learning and evaluating every day and strive to make your life the success it deserves to be.
Negative thinking patterns are often at the root of a lack of self confidence and the belief we are not good enough. To break this pattern visit http://www.self-confidence-matters.com/ and claim your complimentary confidence videos - today.
Article Source: http://EzineArticles.com/?expert=Kristin_Hutchings
What do you say? “ HARVEST LIFE GRACEFULLY!”
I will be back soon to post more about my childhood.
The article is posted just below by Kristin Hutchings and she offers a free confidence video at this address
http://www.self-confidence-matters.com/
Do you believe that "everything happens for a reason"? That some things are simply meant to be and you can't do anything to change them? Well, perhaps you do and perhaps you don't but one thing is for sure: you have all experienced regret at some point in your lives. Regrets for something we did as well as for the things we didn't do. Regrets exist regardless of whether or not we believe in fate or a divine law that governs everything in life. Is it also very likely that you see regrets in a negative light and that regret is something you shouldn't feel - it's an uncomfortable emotion, full of longing and disappointment. However, you can turn your regrets to your advantage and harness them to power your success.
Your sense of regret can be used as a sign that you need to re-evaluate your life. This is very important as it is re-evaluation that gives us the opportunity to grow and improve as people. Regret for past events is often a waste of time as the past is gone, never to return. If your regret of a past action or misdeed still haunts you, you need to make amends as soon as possible and move on. It is often the regret of the things we didn't do that plays on our minds the most. The missed opportunities and offers because fear held us back. It is this regret that you need to use to spur you on to action.
Regret should not be seen as a negative emotion. If you are an ambitious person - whether you crave wealth or personal happiness - you can use regret in a positive way. Its greatest gift is the knowledge and awareness it provides. Regrets can spur you on to be a better person, they can help you define what your goals are, what you really want from life. Regrets can provide you with invaluable self-evaluation. Of course, it is not very pleasant to focus on our sense of failing or disappointment but you cannot move forward unless you do so. By embracing your regret and staring it fully in the face you can acknowledge to yourself what you want in life, where you want to be in one year, five years or ten years from now. It can help you look clearly and honestly at yourself and your ambitions.
Using regret positively will aid your ambition and we all know that we need ambition to be able to succeed in our goals. Analyse your regrets dispassionately, without any sense of self-pity or self-blame. Admitting your regrets aloud is very cathartic - it is guaranteed you will feel lighter, more accepting of yourself. It will also give you the insight into what went wrong previously and why you have regrets in the first place. Did you shy away from the job promotion because you felt scared and lacking in experience? Did you believe that you didn't have what it takes to do the job properly? Your next step beyond that regret is to work on acquiring "what it takes" - boosting your confidence, increasing your experience and believing that, most of all, you deserve to succeed.
By facing your regrets you are placing yourself in the position to constructively do something about them rather than allow the feelings of disappointment to eat away at you for years to come. So, admit your regrets and face them. Then, work out what you can do to learn from the regrets. Put what you have learnt into action and lastly, believe that you are worthy of success, that your potential is limitless. Tell yourself you are capable of fulfilling your goals. Too often our regrets exist because we believe we are not good enough, or deserving. In every step of your path to success, believe that you deserve the success.
Do not allow yourself to go through life harbouring many regrets that you fail to act upon. Live your life fully, learning and evaluating every day and strive to make your life the success it deserves to be.
Negative thinking patterns are often at the root of a lack of self confidence and the belief we are not good enough. To break this pattern visit http://www.self-confidence-matters.com/ and claim your complimentary confidence videos - today.
Article Source: http://EzineArticles.com/?expert=Kristin_Hutchings
What do you say? “ HARVEST LIFE GRACEFULLY!”
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Harvest Life Gracefully- first step to harvest life gracefully is to Examine your Life
In order to harvest life gracefully and successfully, I need to take a long hard look at my life, the past and the present, by examining my life for what it is. When examining my life, I realized that I must do this in a factual way, without judging my life as bad or good, or right or wrong, but to admit that it is what it is. Making a judgment on what had or didn't happened in my life, and wishing my life had been different would be a hindrance to harvest life successfully. Anger and resentments would get in the way of my goal to harvest life gracefully.
Now, I will start telling my story for what it is, my very first step in how to harvest life.
I am the 5th child of 11. My parents were devoted Catholics and did not believe in birth control. Never less this is why I came from such a large family. I grew up on a dairy farm, my dad spent long hours in the fields working the crops and in the farm barn tending to his cows. He work from sun rise to sun down. I did not have much of n opportunity to really get to know my dad on a personal level until he stop being a farmer, about 10 years before he pass away at age 73. My mom had a problem with depression and spent much of her time in bed or talking on the phone to her mother, who was my grandmother on the phone for comfort and understanding. I remember my mom saying how she would feel so depressed whenever she became pregnant.
I remember coming home from school, my sisters and I would have to do up the breakfast and lunch dishes as well as make supper and do those dishes. Then it was house cleaning, washing clothes and taking care of the babies until bed time. There was little time to do homework and school was not encouraged at all. I can still remember my dad after a long day of working on the farm, sitting at my mom's bedside holding her hand as she cried from feeling sad and depressed. It was also my dad who got up with the baby in the middle of the night if needed. Many mornings I would see my dad asleep in the rocking chair holding the baby, where he had spent most of the night.
As a result of my mom's illness and my dad's long work hours I did not develop any social skills, or coping skills to deal with any childhood problems other than to bury all of my feelings deep inside of me. I did not received any emotional support from my parents or anybody else accept for the few occasions that I was able to spend time with my grandmother. (my mom's mom) I did not know what feelings were or how to name or express what I was feeling until I reach adulthood and sought out help after my life had became a mess. I did not know how to make friends as I had no companions. I had my siblings but I never felt like I fitted in. My two older sisters bonded together and left me out on any of their activities. My brothers were not available because they were involved with working on the farm. My younger sisters were much younger than me and bonded with each other. Therefore, as I child I was left to my own defenses. I became a lonely and an insecure child, I did not felt love for myself or love from my family.
I don't have a lot of memories of preschool age but in my next writing I will write about some of those memories.
Again, I want to mention in order to harvest life gracefully, one need to examine their life in a factual manner. I really am serious when I say in a factual way, we do not want any judgments if we want to heal from our emotional wounds. This is the first step to harvest life gracefully. The goal is to reach a point of acceptance. Acceptance will come as we work on admitting what is.
What do you say? “ HARVEST LIFE GRACEFULLY!"
Now, I will start telling my story for what it is, my very first step in how to harvest life.
I am the 5th child of 11. My parents were devoted Catholics and did not believe in birth control. Never less this is why I came from such a large family. I grew up on a dairy farm, my dad spent long hours in the fields working the crops and in the farm barn tending to his cows. He work from sun rise to sun down. I did not have much of n opportunity to really get to know my dad on a personal level until he stop being a farmer, about 10 years before he pass away at age 73. My mom had a problem with depression and spent much of her time in bed or talking on the phone to her mother, who was my grandmother on the phone for comfort and understanding. I remember my mom saying how she would feel so depressed whenever she became pregnant.
I remember coming home from school, my sisters and I would have to do up the breakfast and lunch dishes as well as make supper and do those dishes. Then it was house cleaning, washing clothes and taking care of the babies until bed time. There was little time to do homework and school was not encouraged at all. I can still remember my dad after a long day of working on the farm, sitting at my mom's bedside holding her hand as she cried from feeling sad and depressed. It was also my dad who got up with the baby in the middle of the night if needed. Many mornings I would see my dad asleep in the rocking chair holding the baby, where he had spent most of the night.
As a result of my mom's illness and my dad's long work hours I did not develop any social skills, or coping skills to deal with any childhood problems other than to bury all of my feelings deep inside of me. I did not received any emotional support from my parents or anybody else accept for the few occasions that I was able to spend time with my grandmother. (my mom's mom) I did not know what feelings were or how to name or express what I was feeling until I reach adulthood and sought out help after my life had became a mess. I did not know how to make friends as I had no companions. I had my siblings but I never felt like I fitted in. My two older sisters bonded together and left me out on any of their activities. My brothers were not available because they were involved with working on the farm. My younger sisters were much younger than me and bonded with each other. Therefore, as I child I was left to my own defenses. I became a lonely and an insecure child, I did not felt love for myself or love from my family.
I don't have a lot of memories of preschool age but in my next writing I will write about some of those memories.
Again, I want to mention in order to harvest life gracefully, one need to examine their life in a factual manner. I really am serious when I say in a factual way, we do not want any judgments if we want to heal from our emotional wounds. This is the first step to harvest life gracefully. The goal is to reach a point of acceptance. Acceptance will come as we work on admitting what is.
What do you say? “ HARVEST LIFE GRACEFULLY!"
Monday, February 1, 2010
Harvest Life Gracefully-- Heighten your Awareness watch -YouTube- Monsters (Child Abuse Commercial
When I was searching the internet tonight I ran accross this video about childhood sexual abuse awareness.
I thought it was powerful. I think you may too.
I thought it was powerful. I think you may too.
Harvest Life Gracefully- INTRODUCTION
I am an adult survivor of childhood sexual and emotional abuse, to harvest life gracefully had been a slow, long and challenging process. Coping with the belief that I was always counted out as a person, caused me to have no self-worth, dignity, or respect for myself. With having no support system during my childhood, I did not develop skills and tools to make positive choices for my life. The effects of the abuse caused me to choose risky and unhealthy behaviors. It was only until I became sicken by my life from the consequences of poor choices was when I became determine and develop a strong desire to become the best I can be, is when I sought out for help and discovered how to harvest life gracefully and with a purpose.
The purpose of this blog is to bring more awareness to abuse, to take you on my personal journey and share with you my discovery, of how I learned to harvest life gracefully and found my purpose in life. If I can save at least one child from losing their innocence, help one person to harvest life gracefully and find their purpose in life would be a blessing from heaven.
First, before I start blogging about my journey, I think it is important to know a little something about abuse. I feel we need to understand and try to relate to how the effects of abuse can affect a person. Although, I believe that one can not completely understand and relate what a abuse victim must be feeling or what they are going though, as each victim may feel the effect of abuse and express it in different ways.
There are four types of abuse and they are:
1.physical -hitting, kicking, punching
2.sexual -unwanted sexual touch and or sexual intercourse
3.emotional -verbal abuse, insults, degrading remarks, criticism
4.neglect -depriving food, shelter, clothing, health needs
Some of the effects of abuse, which I know from personal experience, is devastating and can be debilitating to the one who has suffer the abuse. This can make it difficult but not impossible to harvest life gracefully. Listed below are some of the general effects:
So what do you say? “ HARVEST LIFE GRACEFULLY!”
Coming soon: In my-upcoming blogs I will share with you tips on how to harvest life, a video about healing from sexual abuse, as well as my story. Check back often to see what is new on my blog.
The purpose of this blog is to bring more awareness to abuse, to take you on my personal journey and share with you my discovery, of how I learned to harvest life gracefully and found my purpose in life. If I can save at least one child from losing their innocence, help one person to harvest life gracefully and find their purpose in life would be a blessing from heaven.
First, before I start blogging about my journey, I think it is important to know a little something about abuse. I feel we need to understand and try to relate to how the effects of abuse can affect a person. Although, I believe that one can not completely understand and relate what a abuse victim must be feeling or what they are going though, as each victim may feel the effect of abuse and express it in different ways.
There are four types of abuse and they are:
1.physical -hitting, kicking, punching
2.sexual -unwanted sexual touch and or sexual intercourse
3.emotional -verbal abuse, insults, degrading remarks, criticism
4.neglect -depriving food, shelter, clothing, health needs
Some of the effects of abuse, which I know from personal experience, is devastating and can be debilitating to the one who has suffer the abuse. This can make it difficult but not impossible to harvest life gracefully. Listed below are some of the general effects:
- speech problems
- eating disorders
- self-destructive behaviors
- developmental lags
- substance abuse
- depression and anxiety
- aggression and bully behaviors
- preoccupation with sex, promiscuous behaviors and prostitution
- criminal behaviors
- suicidal thoughts and suicidal attempts
- truancy or failing in school
- paranoid behaviors
- inability to control emotions, over reacting
- relationship problems, co-dependent, or problems with intimacy
- obsessions
- run away
- questioning religious or spiritual beliefs
- insecurity, safety
- inability to trust others
- sleep disorders
- low-self worth
So what do you say? “ HARVEST LIFE GRACEFULLY!”
Coming soon: In my-upcoming blogs I will share with you tips on how to harvest life, a video about healing from sexual abuse, as well as my story. Check back often to see what is new on my blog.
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