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THE "M" FACTOR

By Lisa Johnson, Julie Dickison, Melea Fisher and Natalie Krause

Our Mother turns 80 tomorrow November 14th and we four daughters have gathered to celebrate with her (but, shhh . it's a surprise . she is still in transit and doesn't know we've traveled from across the country)!  Meanwhile, we are lounging on our first day together, still in our PJs and naturally we started to reminisce .

Like most everyone, we think our Mother is pretty indescribable! She has what we like to call, 'the M Factor'.

Mother started life on a 14,000 acre ranch in Montana. Her work ethic was formed and has been more than replicated in all of her girls!

The "M" factor: Complete the job and don't be a half done Polly!
Mother has an intense fear of water, developed as a young girl after her brother tragically drowned. She has worked hard to conquer her fear, and wasn't going to accept it in any of her daughters. Our parents required each of us (there was no discussion) to complete lifeguard certification.

The "M" factor: Don't pass on to your children your own fears.
When Mother became a Christian as a teenager she found her real passion in life and we are forever thankful for the love of Christ she has shared with us. Inscribed in our parents' wedding bands is their personal motto "Each for the other, both for Christ".

The "M" factor: Our marriages must be caught up in a purpose larger than itself.
As we grew into adults, we discovered that our Mother had been a 'cougar' and 'feminist' without even realizing it! She married in 1955 at the age of 26 (considered old at the time) to a 21 year old!
Mother, a nurse, was the primary provider for the family of three once Lisa arrived on the scene, working nights while Daddy finished college.

The "M" Factor: There is no such thing as 'woman's work' or 'man's work'.
When our Daddy started his own business, Mother happily became a stay at home Mom. As each of us grew up, she determined to teach us what she considered were three essential life skills: how to make a quilt, how to cut up a whole chicken, and how to can fresh produce.

The "M" Factor: While we may laugh at these skills now, we have since discovered that what we really gained was the ability to be creative, frugal, and self-sufficient.
Mother was often at the forefront of what would much later be an accepted trend. Before it was popular, we ate unprocessed foods, made our own bread, used environmentally friendly laundry detergents, and took whole food supplements!

The "M" Factor: Don't be afraid to question the 'norm', to lead even if no one is following.
Our greatest joy has been to be present while our parents have achieved some of their dreams. Mother always wanted to live in Australia, and the opportunity presented itself when she was 55 years old!
They didn't hesitate to take the risk.

The "M" Factor: Dreams come true only as you work towards them.
Retirement for Mother has yet to happen. She still runs a business with our Daddy, providing endless nutritional advice. At the age of 70, she took a class to conquer the Internet and Power Point. At age 79 she was introduced to Facebook and keeps in touch with her grandchildren and is considering whether she should start a blog!

The "M" Factor: Learning never stops.
We admire our Mother for everything she has taught us. For all that makes her who she is .

The "M" factor: our model, our mentor, and best of all, our Mother.

Happy 80th Birthday Mother, we love you!

Your Darling Daughters,
Julie, Lisa, Natalie and Melea

Multitasker Person & To GOD.Com

This is an illustration.... and ooo.... How true it is....

I'm a master multi-tasker.
I eat breakfast while I drive.
Even make calls while I'm steering.
In one hour, I work five.
I check scores while sending e-mail.
It's called working while you play.
I can exercise while reading.
And I worry while I pray.

I can shave while I am showering.
I watch news while getting dressed.
I drink coffee walking Fido.
Maybe that's why I am stressed.
Doing just one thing seems lazy.
There's so much that must get done.
So I'm dreaming while I'm working how to sleep while on the run.


Copyright 2005 by Greg Asimakoupoulos, Mercer Island, WA Rhymes 'n Reasons/The Partial Observer

It's a funny pray yet meaningful....

Dear Lord,

Every single evening As I'm lying here in bed,
This tiny little Prayer Keeps running through my head:
God bless all my family Wherever they may be,
Keep them warm and safe from harm For they're so close to me.
And God, there is one more thingI wish that you could do; Hope you don't mind me asking,
Please bless my computer too.

Now I know that it's unusual To Bless a motherboard,
But listen just a second While I explain it to you, Lord.
You see, that little metal box Holds more than odds and ends;
Inside those small compartments Rest so many of my friends.
I know so much about them By the kindness that they give,
And this little scrap of metal Takes me in to where they live.

By faith is how I know them Much the same as you
We share in what life brings us And from that our friendships grew.
Please take an extra minute From your duties up above,
To bless those in my address book That's filled with so much love.
Wherever else this prayer may reach To each and every friend,
Bless each e-mail inboxAnd each person who hits "send".
When you update your Heavenly list On your own Great CD-ROM,
Bless everyone who says this prayer Sent up to GOD.com





Amen





Thump-Thud, Thump-Thud

When a potter bakes a pot, he checks its solidity by pulling it out of the oven and thumping it. If it “sings,” it’s ready. If it “thuds,” it’s placed back in the oven.

The character of a person is also checked by thumping.

Been thumped lately?

Late-night phone calls. Grouchy teacher. Grumpy moms. Burnt meals. Flat tires. You’ve-got-to-be-kidding deadlines. Those are thumps. Thumps are those irritating inconveniences that trigger the worst in us. They catch us off guard. Flat-footed. They aren’t big enough to be crises, but if you get enough of them, watch out! Traffic jams. Long lines. Empty mailboxes. Dirty clothes on the floor. Even as I write this, I’m being thumped. Because of interruptions, it has taken me almost two hours to write these two paragraphs. Thump. Thump. Thump.

How do I respond? Do I sing, or do I thud?

Jesus said that out of the nature of the heart a man speaks (Luke 6:45). There’s nothing like a good thump to reveal the nature of a heart. The true character of a person is seen not in momentary heroics but in the thump-packed humdrum of day-to-day living.

If you have a tendency to thud more than you sing, take heart.

There is hope for us “thudders”:

Begin by thanking God for thumps. I don’t mean a half-hearted thank-you. I mean a rejoicing, jumping-for-joy thank-you from the bottom of your heart (James 1:2). Chances are that God is doing the thumping. And he’s doing it for your own good. So every thump is a reminder that God is molding you (Hebrews 12:5-8).

Learn from each thump. Face up to the fact that you are not “thump-proof.” You are going to be tested from now on. You might as well learn from the thumps—you can’t avoid them. Look upon each inconvenience as an opportunity to develop patience and persistence. Each thump will help you or hurt you, depending on how you use it.

Be aware of “thump-slump” times. Know your pressure periods. For me, Mondays are infamous for causing thump-slumps. Fridays can be just as bad. For all of us, there are times during the week when we can anticipate an unusual amount of thumping. The best way to handle thump-slump times? Head on. Bolster yourself with extra prayer, and don’t give up.

Remember no thump is disastrous. All thumps work for good if we are loving and obeying God.

This article is Max Lucado's

A Second Life C



(Picture: Cynthia Groopman (alone, with New York City in background) and Cynthia and other recipients of the honorary Liberty Award for New York City)

She is an inspiring woman; Cynthia Groopman.
Sudden blindess didn't kill her life, instead it gave her new life.
~wonderful is HIS work...


A Second Life C

February 28, 1988, will always be the beginning of my second life.

Sixteen years ago I received a prescription cough medication. Although pleasant tasting, it would change my life and my vision forever.

I awoke at midnight from a fitful sleep with a pounding headache and red eyes that felt like they were going to pop out of my head. Everything seemed hazy.

My dad and brother accompanied me to the local eye and ear hospital. In the taxi, tears began to stream down my face. What was happening to me? I thought.

I was 39 years old, active, vibrant and enjoyed life. I was an elementary school English teacher.

An intern and nurse awaited me in the emergency room. The intern looked into my eyes and measured the pressure, which was 55 in each eye. When I showed him the cough medicine bottle, he said that I was one in five who experiences an adverse reaction.

Immediately the doctor and nurse went to work to lower the pressure with injections, liquids, pills and drops. I was in the emergency room all night and into the wee hours of the morning. I had laser surgery, and the pressure was lowered.

The sight in both eyes, however, was gone.

I found myself in a dark and isolated world. I thought to myself: What purpose do I have now?

In the taxi going home, I listed in my mind some goals to reach by the year 2002. I was just imagining things and thought that this would allay my fears.

In the beginning it was like a bad dream. Going to the doctor. Using drops and Just sitting around and moping.

I felt I had to retire from my job. The medical board asked me stupid questions.

I then underwent intensive rehabilitation and was taught new skills, including cane travel.

I began taking adult education courses from the Hadley School for the Blind. Later, I would become Student of the Year.

In 1991, I became a social work, educational and recreational volunteer professional at the local seniors center where I began to utilize my skills as a teacher. I taught ESL, conducted groups and spoke to the homebound and counseled people. I was named Volunteer of the Year and blessed by the Monsignor.

I was adjusting to life because I had a purpose.

I was photographed for Time Magazine, using the Reading Edge machine and inspired others.

Time passed, and I realized that the goals I had verbally listed on that February night were becoming realities.

I began to write poetry and was one of the best poets for three years. I was awarded a Citation of Honor for volunteer service, the Hero of Winter Exceptional and Role Model Person. My fondest dream came true when, in August 2001, I had a Bat Mitzvah at age 53.

Today, I mentor children and talk to groups about blindness. My letters appear in our local papers, and I am interested and involved in social actions with senior citizens. The ability to use the computer was my last goal, and I had special technology lessons.

My life is full. I have insight, the ability to grow, lead a productive life and see the light of the Lord. My life is truly rich and blessed, and yes, now I know the true purpose of my life. God gave me an unconquerable soul.

By Cynthia Groopman, mailto:Cynthia.Groopman@verizon.net


The Evening’s Coolness
By Cynthia Groopman

As the radiant sunshine glow begins to gradually fade,
Bathed am I, in the coolness of the evening shade

Embrace tenderly by a splendid caress of refreshing fresh air,
My weary soul is renewed with sudden flare
Softness and comfort adorns my heart,
As the stressful events of the day begins to depart

Oh, coolness of the evening you are so alluring to me,
Enfolding me into God’s warm loving arms
of love and tranquility.

Copyright © 2007 Cynthia Groopman.

Multitasker Person

I'm a master multi-tasker.
I eat breakfast while I drive.
Even make calls while I'm steering.
In one hour, I work five.
I check scores while sending e-mail.
It's called working while you play.
I can exercise while reading.
And I worry while I pray.
I can shave while I am showering.
I watch news while getting dressed.
I drink coffee walking Fido.
Maybe that's why I am stressed.
Doing just one thing seems lazy.
There's so much that must get done.
So I'm dreaming while I'm working
how to sleep while on the run.

Copyright 2005 by Greg Asimakoupoulos, Mercer Island, WA
Rhymes 'n Reasons/The Partial Observer

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