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Joke: Winne the … What?

A new group of first graders were in class for the first time.

The teacher told them, “You are in first grade now and we do not talk ‘baby talk’ in my classroom. When I point to you, stand, tell me your name, and something you did this summer.”

The first child stood, “My name is Jackie, I visited my Nanny.” The teacher said “That’s great, but from now on we will say Grandmother. There is no ‘baby talk’ in the first grade.”

The second child stood, “My name is Regina. I rode a choo choo this summer.” The teacher replied, “That’s good, but from now on we will say train. Remember, no ‘baby talk’ in first grade.”

The third child stood, “My name is Frank and I read a book this summer.” The teacher replied, “That’s wonderful Frank! What book did you read?”

The little boy very proudly replied, “Winnie the Shit.

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Teaching: Love Comes from God

Every Sunday I provide videos and valuable links to the Truth or Tradition teachings. We’ve been following the Truth or Tradition teachings for many years now and they have truly blessed our family. We have found peace and happiness through our beliefs and we walk confidently for God. My hope, by passing on this information to you, is that what you find here, or on the Truth or Tradition website, will guide you to a better, more blessed and abundant life.

If you would like to read my views on religion and how we got started with the ministry, you can read this.

Let’s get started:

If you have any questions, or would like to learn more about God’s wonderful message, please visit the Truth or Tradition website. You can also keep track of the ministry through their Facebook page, their YouTube Channel, or follow them on Twitter.

Thanks for reading.

(Comments have been turned off. The information is here to inform and bless you. God granted you the gift of free will – take it or leave it).

More from Write From Karen

Can We Talk?

What If …

I love these moral delimma questions.

You’re a policeman. You pull over a car that’s speeding in a school zone. The driver is a neighbor’s son. Do you let him off with only a verbal warning?

My answer: Maybe, it depends. If this is his first offense, then I would most likely give the kid a warning. However, if he has a record (whether speeding or not), then I would absolutely give him a ticket and most likely say something to my neighbor, too.

Your turn!


Thrown Into the Health Care System

Thank goodness for insurance. Seriously. It’s a pain in the butt to pay and deal with, but when you have to use it, it’s a God send.

Luckily, Kevin had the foresight to set up really excellent insurance – both auto and health.

So, all of his home care equipment is covered by our insurance. His hospital bed, the trapeze above his bed (which he uses all the time to help him sit up and get out of bed), his bedside commode (though we’re working on weaning him from using that and getting him into a regular bathroom – which we successfully did yesterday and today!), his shower chair, (which we won’t attempt to use until his fractures heal and he’s not wearing any braces – I’m giving him sponge baths right now), and his wheelchair.

This is Kevin’s wheelchair:

Because of the surgery on his posterior (or butt, in layman’s terms), he requires a cushion. Though this cushion is not very soft (it consists of multiple rubber tubes that you have to air up), it provides him with stability and helps soften his injury. (Poor guy is constantly shifting his weight off his left butt cheek to try and provide himself with relief from the pressure).

He also has that sliding board you see in the picture. We use this to help him transfer from the bed to his chair, or from his chair to the toilet. You wouldn’t think a piece of wood be so valuable but his transfers would be more difficult, or in the case of getting to the toilet, impossible, without it.

Though we’re not paying for any of this stuff (well, technically we HAVE paid for it in premiums over the years), I still keep track of the cost of everything. And as you can imagine, everything is over priced. And I guess home support companies feel they CAN over charge because, after all, insurance companies are paying for it – the money isn’t coming directly from patients.

Hence ONE BIG PROBLEM with our health care system.

For example, I about had a coronary when I saw the rental invoice for that cushion you see in the picture. *Can you guess how much this sucker cost? Use your wildest imagination – I bet you still won’t be close. I’ll give you a hint – it’s WAY over priced, in my opinion.

Even though I loathe our current president and everything he stands for, even though I couldn’t DISAGREE more with our current health reform law, I won’t argue that something needs to be done about health care costs. I’ve seen, firsthand these past few weeks, just how expensive everything is. And it doesn’t have to be that expensive, but since insurance companies are the ones paying, the health care industry takes advantage of that and hikes the cost. I mean, why not? If companies (people) will pay the price, then why wouldn’t companies jack the cost? (Think how expensive cars are – if people refused to pay those prices and stuck to used cars, the price of new cars would come down – it’s simply supply and demand).

It truly is insane.

But here’s the deal, when you HAVE to have this stuff, when you HAVE to rely on the health care system to take care of your loved one, you don’t have a choice. You’re thrown into the system and you have to hope everything is taken care of for you.

When tragedy strikes, the cost is really the LAST thing on your mind. Health care debates are no where near the top of your priority list. You just want the doctors to work their magic and take care of your loved one.

And people, they DID. They really, really did. Every person, doctor, nurse, PDA, tech, they were all fantastic, both here at home and at MU in Columbia. They all took superior care of Kevin. (Well, it helped that Kevin had a great attitude, cracked jokes and made them laugh, too. As he says, “What’s done is done. Being bitter won’t help things.”)

And America really DOES have a top-notch health care system – it just needs (a lot of) work.

I think it’s a bit ironic that I was SOOOO into the health care debacle, voiced my concerns loud and clear and here we are, in the midst of it. But here’s the thing, I STILL feel the same way. I’m STILL passionate about an industry that proves crucial when something tragic occurs. And I will continue to loudly protest what the government is trying to do to it.

It’s just NOW, I have a better understanding of the issues and feel like any opinions I offer henceforth will be a little more informed and passionate because NOW I have a bird’s eye view of how it all works.

*Read the first comment – I reveal how much the cushion cost.

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Putting the Blame Where it Belongs

I wouldn’t exactly call myself a quote – religious – unquote person, but YES, I believe in God. YES, I put my faith in God, and YES I (hope) live a Godly life. Though we don’t go to church, (we have Bible study in our home), we are followers of Christ and put all of our energies into studying God’s wonderful, matchless Word.

However …

I would be lying if I didn’t admit that right after Kevin’s accident, I didn’t feel just a wee bit disappointed with God.

Let me see if I can explain …

I personally don’t believe that God causes bad things to happen. You will never hear me blame God for something bad that has happened in my life.

It’s not God’s fault.

After all, God does not have control over our planet Earth, Satan does. (God gave the world to Adam and Eve as a gift, Adam and Eve then handed it over to Satan).

I know. Heavy stuff, right? But when we point the finger at the correct culprit (Satan, and NOT God), doesn’t it all sort of seem to make sense?

1 John 1:5

This is the message we have heard from him and declare to you: God is light; in him there is no darkness at all.

I don’t know about you, but getting hit head on by a woman while riding a motorcycle and being left for dead is pretty dark, don’t you think? I’m not sure how anyone can possibly justify it was God’s will that it happen.

But I’m not here to argue theology with you. This is simply what I believe. I understand why people blame God when something bad happens, it offers them comfort – it gives them a reason for whatever tragedy they endured.

It helps them makes sense out of something senseless.

But I simply refuse to believe that a God, MY GOD, who is loving, who is kind, who is light and in him there is no darkness at all, is to blame when tragedy strikes.

So no. I didn’t, and don’t, blame God for what happened to Kevin. We all have spiritual wars raging around us – we are surrounded by evil spirits and Satan’s dominions and when our believing wavers, when we let our guards down, the devil takes advantage of that time to strike.

What do you think the odds are of someone being hit head on, going thirty to forty miles per hour, on a motorcycle, of surviving? And what are the odds of them not only surviving, but having a very positive prognosis that he will walk again?

What are the odds that the person who was hit would never lose consciousness, that he would remember everything (even the make and model of the car that hit him), would be able to move his arms and legs after impact and would ONLY have one area on his body that was (severely) broken?

What are the odds of that man NOT having any life-altering brain, neck, or back injuries?

I’m not a statistician, but I’d wager they’re pretty high.

Was it luck? Was it good fortune?

I don’t believe it was. I believe it was God watching out for one of the most important men in my life. I believe God shielded my husband from the worst case scenario. And even though we allowed Satan to slip through our defenses at some point in our lives, God protected us from Satan’s full frontal attack.

I was disappointed in God because I had firmly believed that though I knew the risks Kevin was taking by riding his motorcycle, it never crossed my mind, I never even toyed with the notion, that he would somehow get hurt. I put ALL OF MY TRUST IN GOD. And though that certainly helped, it wasn’t enough. Kevin had harbored doubts. Though he hadn’t exactly been fearful of what might happen to him on the road, he did think about the “what ifs” from time to time.

And that one tiny doubt, that one tiny fear, might have been just enough of a crack that Satan needed to slip through and cause trouble.

That’s why prayer is crucial in a Christian’s life. It’s the shield Christians need and use to protect them from Satan’s tricks.

Which to me, makes so much more sense than the belief that it was somehow God’s will that the bad thing happened. If that’s the case, then why bother praying at all? If God is going to make it happen anyway, then wouldn’t praying about it be a waste of time? But then why does the Bible urge us to faithfully pray and pray often?

See the contradiction? It simply doesn’t make sense.

At any rate, I didn’t allow myself to stay disappointed in God for very long because it wasn’t God’s fault that this happened to begin with. And without God’s protection, Kevin may not be here with me right now.

I would be alone.

My boys wouldn’t have their father.

Why am I telling you this? Because I’m PROUD of my God. Because I’m GRATEFUL to my God. Because I BELIEVE that God is good and doesn’t deserve all of the bad rap He receives from both individuals and our country. I’m telling you this because if my story, our personal tragedy, can touch even one person, will give just one person the opportunity to re-evaluate his/her choices and decide that putting all of one’s faith in a loving, wonderful, and powerful God is better than doing nothing at all, then I will have served my purpose.

I OWE God my life. I OWE God the good fortunes in my life. I OWE God for protecting my husband during a critical time in his life. And I will find a way to repay Him, whether that’s sharing my faith and my story here with you, or finding some way to help people on a more personal level; I will gladly do it.

If you’re dealing with turmoil right now, if you seek peace in a chaotic life, then why not give God a chance to help you?

What is it going to hurt?

Thanks for reading. 🙂


Twenty Years Ago Today …

… I married the love of my life.

Twenty years ago, at 6:00 p.m. central standard time at a little church in Nixa, Missouri, Kevin and I got married. Even though we were not members of the church, we picked the church because a coworker of mine suggested it; I found it attractive, easily accessible and fell in love with the lovely stained-glass windows behind the pulpit.

We had a very modest, but beautiful wedding. Even if we could have afforded a big fancy wedding, neither one of us wasn’t interested in having a big fancy wedding.

Getting there wasn’t that important to us, being man and wife was all we cared about.

I can honestly say, I have married the ONLY man on planet Earth who could have possibly put up with me for any length of time. (Contrary to popular belief, I’m not the easiest person to get along with. *cough*) Kevin knows when to be quiet and let me vent, he knows when to inject humor to diffuse my temper. He knows when to be strong for me and when to step back and allow me to handle things.

He is, quite simply, my soul mate.

If you believe in that sort of thing.

Our life has never been a fairy tale. We’ve had our fair shares of ups and downs. There was a time period, around our seventh year of marriage, that I was quite convinced we would not make it. In fact, I went so far as to actually shop around for divorce attorneys, but somehow, we had the maturity and the presence of mind to pawn the kids off on family one night and air our grievances. We were honest with one another, brutally honest with one another, and we said what was on our minds.

And we both tried very hard to take everything said to heart and to change our behaviors and work at improving our relationship.

It’s true, you know. Surviving hard times really DOES make your marriage stronger.

We’re pretty strong right now. And I don’t see our bond weakening any time soon.

We’ve gotten comfortable with each other. We’ve taken advantage of each other. We’ve settled. And though there have been times when our relationship has been “comfortable” (okay fine, boring), it’s been a comfortable peace.

We’ve started a new chapter in our married life: Kevin is now in a wheelchair. It’s not permanent, he will walk again at some point (we’re thinking around August), but it’s been a HUGE adjustment for us both. Not just physically, but emotionally. Now, suddenly, our roles have been reversed. Kevin has always been my provider, the person who has taken care of me, now it’s the other way around. He completely relies on me for everything. From getting him out of bed, to making sure he has something to eat, to helping him with his personal hygiene.

And I honest-to-God don’t mind. In fact, I’m grateful – I’m grateful he’s alive and breathing because due to the nature of his accident, he probably shouldn’t be here with us today.

But he is.

And it’s because God was watching out for him that day.

I had no idea it was even possible to love another human being more than I do my husband. He’s so much a part of me now, I can’t imagine my life without him and I thank God that I don’t have to.

This accident may be a speed bump in our marital journey, but we refuse to allow it to slow us down. We will continue to live, we will find our new normal, we will heal and we will persevere.

How? Because we have God watching our backs …

… and we have each other.