... Even the worst heartaches can become heartstrings to God's hope, comfort, encouragement, joy, peace and love...
Welcome! As a fan of the cartoon character Maxine, I enjoy her witty remarks. But when I read my blogs & other writing to her, she's not very responsive- even when I'm wearing my bunny slippers like hers! She just doesn't get it!
Although she's funnier than I am, I do pray that this site will bring encouragement to your day! I'd love to hear from you! Unlike Maxine, you can leave me a message via the Comments. Shalom, Connie
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Welcome! As a fan of the cartoon character Maxine, I enjoy her witty remarks. But when I read my blogs & other writing to her, she's not very responsive- even when I'm wearing my bunny slippers like hers! She just doesn't get it!
Although she's funnier than I am, I do pray that this site will bring encouragement to your day! I'd love to hear from you! Unlike Maxine, you can leave me a message via the Comments. Shalom, Connie
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Saturday, March 31, 2007
Sign Here
As my son and I talked, my grandson disappeared for a few minutes. Later, after they left, I found my grandson had been signing his name on multiple pages of a puzzle book I keep in the bathroom. I chuckled at his wobbly letters as I realized, once again, how fast our children grow up and how very much they learn in those first five years of their lives. Writing their own name becomes a high priority- a skill they will use daily.
Think about how many times a day we sign our names: to notes, letters, e-mails, checks, contracts, credit card purchases, log ins, birthday cards, memos, blog-sites, comments and more. We can even purchase stamps with our signature on them or purchase software that will hand write for us. Yes, technology is finding other ways to identify us, but it will always require our name in some form.
Now, with my right hand in a cast, signing my name requires as much concentration as my grandson as he is learning to write his name. My name is made up of wobbly letters also, but after three weeks they are neater and more readable.
I've re-learned a few things as I painstakingly formed each letter of my name:
1. I couldn't write with my left hand until I had to do so. Prior to surgery, I tried to practice and failed; necessity changed that.
2. I have an awesome mind- writing is a brain-thing. My left hand and arm are the same as the right- same bones, muscles, ligaments, tendons, and joints. It's my brain that directs their movement and efficiency. My brain has had to throw the switch to put my left hand on track.
3. I am thankful that I can just click my mouse and my signature is added to my e-mails. We take too many things for granted as they become the "norm" in our lives.
4. I am identified by my name to most people yet there is only one of "me." I am special- uniquely made to fulfill God's purpose for my life.
5. I am known by name by my Creator- He never confuses me with any other Connie. (Isaiah 49:15)
6. I am written, via my name, on the palm of His hand. (Isaiah 49:16)
7. I am in the Lamb's Book of Life by virtue of my name that was written there the day I said, "I believe!" and chose to follow Jesus, my Savior. (Revelation 3:4-5 and 21:27)
All of these truths can apply to you also- no surgery, pain or cast needed.
Selah... (Pause and think on these things.)
Shalom, Connie
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