He calls us to love

What the world needs NOW is LOVE

What have you done to make a difference today? Quite honestly, I feel like getting out of bed and successfully getting my kids off to school minus any disasters is quite an accomplishment! Aside from our everyday tasks, though, what will you do to make a difference today? Smile at a stranger? Let someone go ahead of you when it clearly was your turn? Whatever it is, find one thing to do today that makes YOUR HEART SING!

I like to draw inspiration from others. I was recently online when I came across an article about extraordinary kids doing extraordinary things. I thought I would share a few of them with you to get your inspirational juices flowing too!

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    Hugs for Haiti
    Blare Gooch
    Age 13, Grand Rapids, MI

    Two days after the devastating January 2010 earthquake in Haiti, Blare saw a little boy crying in a pile of rubble on a newscast. The story brought him to tears. The next day, still thinking about what he’d seen, Blare remembered the teddy bear that always comforted him. “Then I thought, ‘We could start a drive for Haiti,’” says Blare. At school, his teachers let him announce his plan over the PA system and ask other kids to donate bears. Soon a local TV and radio station got wind, and, via Facebook, other schools joined in. The result? Blare’s Bears for Haiti gave 25,000 teddy bears to the island nation and about 22,000 more to nonprofits. This year Blare’s group will collect toys and school supplies, too. Blare’s advice to other kids is simple. “It doesn’t really matter how small or old you are,” he says. “If you’re young and think you can’t make a big difference in the world, well, you actually can.”



Spreading World Peace, One Blanket at a Time  
Charlie Coons
Age 13, Simi Valley, CA

In 2008 Charlie Coons’s big brother volunteered at an orphanage in Jordan, and he returned with stories about dirt floors, children who had no shoes, and cold, cold nights. Charlie, 11 at the time, was so affected by this, she immediately decided to send them fleece blankets, creating one from a kit and inviting friends to make some, too. Soon the sixth-graders and other volunteers in her town had crafted 50 blankets to ship. The orphanage sent back a photo of a child with one of the gifts. “I thought, ‘Oh my gosh, I made that blanket and now it’s helping someone,’?” Charlie says.

Still, she was pumped to do more. Her dad, Ron, a Rotary Club member, lined up speaking engagements in their area for Charlie so she could raise money for her new group, which she called HELP (Hope Encouragement Love Peace). Her goal: to send blankets to orphanages around the world. Ambitious, yes, but just a few years later, HELP has sent some 700 blankets to nine nations with the help of several international children’s groups. Her next goal: to establish HELP chapters in all 50 states (Oklahoma, North Carolina, and California are already members). Want to get your state on board? All you have to do is drop Charlie a note at blanketswithlove@yahoo.com.



Protecting Canine Cops 
Kayleigh Crimmins
Age 8, Chesapeake, VA

Kayleigh loved watching the police dogs train when she visited her police officer dad at work. So when the then 6-year-old saw photos of the dogs and noticed that only some wore bulletproof vests—at $700 apiece, many departments can’t afford them—she decided to raise the money herself by selling some of her toys. A local businessman learned about her plan and donated enough money for her to buy her first vest, in 2009. Since then, Kayleigh’s organization, Kids for K9s, has raised enough money to buy five more. At the ripe old age of 8, Kayleigh says she plans to stick with her project “until I’m forty, probably.”

 I pray today that God would lay on your heart what you can do to make a difference in the world. I pray that the love of Jesus would be portrayed in our actions and in our words and that others may come to know him through us. 




His brain is a blessing

It’s 8am and I have been saying prayers since I was awakened by my 9-year old this morning. It is quite literally the only thing I can do to keep my sanity. My beautifully made 9-year old son has ADHD. Before I continue, I want to be sure you understand ADHD. I was very uninformed about it before it entered our lives. ADHD/ADD is one of the most common neurodevelopmental disorders of childhood and about 50% of those affected have other associated conditions (oppositional defiant disorder, anxiety, depression, etc. ). Children with this condition often have trouble developing friendships and struggle with self-esteem due to the negative feedback they receive from family, peers, educators.

We knew something was different about the brain of our first born at an early age. He would remain fixated on certain subjects (solar system, trains) to the point where stopping a project would appear painful to him. Melt-downs were very common in situations that wouldn’t trigger a meltdown in other children. He was very rigid in his thinking, making it difficult to have playdates due to the fighting that would ensue. As first time, naive parents, we attributed it to him being “bright”. Prior to kindergarten, before any formal diagnosis, I drove him to a university 3 hours away to have “gifted” testing performed. He did test in the gifted category and the test administrator noted that he had difficulty sitting still and completing the test. I, once again, just contributed it to him being a rambunctious 6-year old, especially since he was a boy.

He entered and completed kindergarten. The teacher made no mention of any attention or behavioral problems and he did well academically, so life continued as normal for us. First grade came and his teacher began to constantly tell me that Parker “had his own agenda”. After growing weary of our constant discussions about my sons “defiant” behavior we decided to have a whole battery of testing done on him. He once again tested gifted, but also tested as ADHD. The proctor said that the ADHD test was so miserable for him that he was trying to unplug the computer from the wall. We decided to proceed with medical intervention to help our struggling son.

There are many medications available for the treatment of ADHD/ADD (I am a pharmacist, I should note). It is a bit of “trial and error” when beginning children (or adults) on these medications. Over the course of a few years, we tried 5-6 different medications until we found the right fit.  It is truly amazing to me the difference in my son on and off of medication. The best treatment regimen for my son involves therapy too. We see a therapist who gives my husband and I strategies for helping him cope in school, socially and at home. She also directly talks through issues he may be having through “play therapy” with him.

To the skeptics that don’t believe ADHD/ADD is truly a medical condition, I invite you to spend a few days with a child with this condition. Their brains were made a little different than yours and mine. It is difficult for people to accept this as a medical  condition (and not bad parenting) since diagnosing the condition is not black and white. You can’t check a blood level to confirm “yes ma’am, the blood test confirms that your son has ADHD”. Like I tell my son, God gave him a special brain. He has a race car for a brain and I have a bicycle. God has never and will never make another Parker. My son was perfectly made with intentionality. He was put on this earth with his own set of gifts, talents and struggles just as each of us were. If we were placed on this Earth free from struggles, would we rely on God in our times of need? I think not. His path may be different than mine or yours, but each of our paths is directly guided by our creator, who has a special plan for each of us.

I have been trying to decided how to write about ADHD in my blog. This morning, after struggling with my son and his melt-downs, I sat down with them at breakfast to read to them from “Every Day a Blessing; A Year of God’s Love” devotional. Of course God has a sense of humor and the title of today’s devotional is “I Think…”. The first sentence reads “Your brain is another of those everyday blessings”.

For months my son’s ADHD felt like a curse and I doubted our skills as parents to do the best things for him. I struggled with the loneliness that accompanies having a child who is “different” from other kids and the shame of talking about it. I am now on the other side of that struggle. In my darkest moments, when I wanted to cry from the verbal abuse from my son and the inability to control the situation, I called on the name of my savior. No one on this earth could fully understand my struggles but Him. Sometimes, in the middle of the situation,  I would just close my eyes and pray. He always delivered and He delivered me this morning when I was at my breaking point. My faith has forever been deepened, just not in the way I would have envisioned. I have come to realize that this thing called ADHD has made us a stronger family, both in our connections and spiritually.

If you are struggling with an issue within your family, whether it be a mental disorder or a physical disorder and you are exhausted with trying to run this race alone, stop. Call on the name of the one who created you. You are not alone. God wants to walk with you in this journey.

I have said before that my favorite bible verse is Philippians 4:13 I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength. God doesn’t promise to help us with just our finances or in our marriages, but take note that this verse says “I can do ALL things”. I take my strength from the one who has an endless supply of it. Please know that you can too.

I can do

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-Remember to liveHislove,


Out of the mouths of babes…

Last night at bedtime, my 5 year-old decided to share the bible verse that she had learned at church that day. Everyone can use a good laugh on a Monday, so here you go:

Per Anna:

“Peter 17:18    God saved Peter from jail, then they both got on a waterslide”