Faith On Every Corner - June 2020 Issue

Summer Fun June 2020

Mightier than the thunders of many waters, mightier than the waves of the sea, the Lord on high is mighty! ~Psalm 93:4

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BY W I L L I A M F O L E Y Cover Photo by William Michael Foley (Bill) I teach digital photography at a Southern California high school.

My interest in photography began during my senior year at Indiana University, in 1978. My father gave me an all manual S.L.R. as a Christmas gift. He told me that I would have to really learn about photography to use the camera.

That year I had the opportunity to take an elective course and I chose photography! I learned quite a lot in the Photojournalism Class. It was taught by a former Life Magazine photographer. He made the class interesting by sharing his experiences in the field!

I got serious about photography during the 1984 Olympics when my wife and I attended the track and field events and I saw how amazing it was to have photo opportunities at major events. Then I began taking every photo class they had at the local junior college. That is when I really learned about photography. I was hooked.

Every day I shoot photos it is like Christmas. I cannot wait to get home and see what I was able to capture with my camera!

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NOTE FROM THE EDITOR Craig and I are so excited to feature Bill Foley’s photography on this month’s cover. Bill, and his wife Linda, have been good friends of ours for 16 years. We met them when we lived in So. Cal. Bill and I shared a love for photography - he was a great mentor. As couples, we enjoyed going on outings that were filled with photo opportunities. Linda runs a craft store in So. Cal. - which I also loved!

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This year is so different from any other year I have lived through so far! We have many summertime articles in the magazine that will let you revisit your own childhood. Take the time to read the stories, and be sure you share your own childhood memories with your children and grandchildren.

My family moved quite a bit when I was growing up - in fact I usually changed schools once or twice each school year prior to my sophomore year. My fondest memories are of my friends in Blue Ash. We lived there when I was in second grade and moved back in my Freshman year, where I was able to stay until graduation. I cherish my friends and school acquaintances from Sycamore High School.

Craig and I are praying for our country and you and your families.

As always, I will be praying for you and praising God for His continued blessings on our family. Much Love. ~Karen

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Today

by Karen Ruhl We all too often think about the future and lose the opportunities we have to enjoy today. Many of us know the verse, “This is the day the Lord has made, I will rejoice and be glad in it.” -Psalm 118:24 There are many verses that talk about a new day, like Psalm 143:8: Let me hear Your lovingkindness in the morning; For I trust in You; Teach me the way in which I should walk; For to You I lift up my soul.

effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing.”

I would like to make a 30-day challenge. Each morning for 30 days, get up and look for a verse about a new day. Pray over that verse, think about the blessings you have and how you will walk with God each day.

If you keep a journal, write your verse and at the end of the day, think and write about everything that happened that made that day special.

We have been inundated with the media and others telling us how to live our days. Many times, we get so busy reading everything on the internet and watching so many news programs, that we forget the many blessings we have. We forget that we are children of God. We forget that He gives us a fresh start each day. We forget to take time to be in the word.

Take a few minutes to challenge your family and friends to do the same thing. Find someone to share your experiences with. Sharing experiences is a great way to spread the Good News.

In James 1:2-4, we are told, “Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have its full

If you take the challenge, drop me an email and let me know how it changes your day.

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Today, I will look for everything that is good, everything that makes this day special, and I will be praying for each of you.

Love and blessings, Karen

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Special thanks to William Michael Foley for our wonderful cover photo.

Karen Ruhl

TODAY SUMMER

Andrea Marino Pamela McCormick

MERRYN’S MIRACLE

THE GIFT OF A BLACKBERRY BUSH Pamela McCormick

Craig Ruhl

BOYS OF SUMMER

Melissa Henderson

FISHING WITH MY DADDY

Nicole Byrum

BE STILL HOW TO STUDY YOUR PARTNER

Suzette Humphreys

S U M M E R S O N T H E FA R M

Randi McNiel

KEEPING OUR EYES FOCUSED ON GOD SIMPLER PURSUITS DEAR CARL

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Daddy Saturday Book Review

Craig Ruhl

The Hobble: Ai to Bethel Review

Craig and Karen Ruhl

Walking Park Visit / Photos

Karen Ruhl

Thank you to Jeff Barclay for the beautiful summer fun photos!

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SUMMER

By Andrea Marino Ah, Summertime! We look forward to this sun-filled season all year long. Sweet sounding songbirds, filling the ear. Our eyes feast upon the sight of assorted flowers and greenery. And with more daylight hours to enjoy outside adventures or simply relax in, don’t we all wish Summer would never end? Fall can be lovely; still the season holds the reminder of things passing away and Winter coming. Such a stark contrast to Summer. Even though my area was spared of snow and the weather was milder than usual this year, I refer to Winter as ‘the season of my discontent’.

The book of Ecclesiastes tells us, ‘there is a season for everything, a time for every activity under heaven.’ Chapter 3 provides another distinction within reality, namely the good times of life and the not-so-good times. I tend to concentrate on the perfect and the ideal, sometimes to my own detriment, always with a sense of something more and something better to our existence on planet earth.

I yearned for it as far back as I could remember. Though the perfect does not exist in the current world, corrupted by evil since the fall in the Garden of Eden, there is good news. God has placed eternity into the hearts of every single person. (Ecclesiastes 3:11) Jesus can satisfy our deepest longings for the perfect. His Kingdom is ‘in our midst’ and can be the reality. Struggles, hardships, and seasons far from Summer-like are the times to discover God. How wonderful this encounter is while we are in the world.

Jesus tells us to shift the focus off of what our natural eyes can see, and to focus on what we cannot see; for the things naturally seen are temporary, while the unseen riches of His Kingdom are eternal.

The Lord’s truths are wisdom, providing strength in those inevitable seasons of weariness and dreariness. Faith is how Christians best live. Faith is the proof of what we cannot see and yet are hoping for and believing to happen. (Hebrews 11:1) Jesus invites us on a journey with Him into a mystery that is walked by faith. I don’t know how anyone can live without Jesus. He is that breath of fresh, summer air amid the stench of an evil world. He is that extended hand offering shelter in the storm. His love is a balm to any aching soul, and He alone transforms lives. In Jesus is abundant living now and for all eternity.

I still look forward to Summer. I still get weepy at this season’s end. But any sadness does not overwhelm or keep me down. I know, in the presence of God is fullness of joy and I rest in the truth that one day I will live with Him in a perfect place, one He has been preparing for over 2000 years.

If Summer is likened to the experience of a wonderful childhood, then all is well in the beginning of our days. But as time goes on and we discover former dreams, passing away in the Fall, time comes to stand firm through those cold winter nights. For sure as faith gives rise to hope, the promise of life is unfolding, ready to Spring forth anew.

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Faith On Every Corner Bookshelf Daddy Saturday How to Be an Intentional Dad to Raise Good Kids Who Become Great Adults

By Justin Batt Published by Lioncrest Publishing Reviewed by Craig Ruhl I recently learned about Justin Batt through LinkedIn. Justin had posted a short video of him and his four children at the beach. He had just been stung by a stingray and was describing the experience. I clicked on his profile and learned about his book Daddy Saturday and his mission to encourage dads to be more spiritually, emotionally, as well as physically present in the lives of their children. After that, I was hooked and downloaded the Kindle version of his book Daddy Saturday.

Daddy Saturday is written in an easy to read and understand manner. The book starts with an explanation of what the author calls The Fatherlessness Epidemic. In our age of both parents working outside the home and preoccupation with electronic babysitters, many fathers have become less engaged in their children’s education, development, and emotional growth.

The author is the father of four children, a full-time businessman, and the husband to an entrepreneur wife. Throughout the book, he describes his challenges with juggling all of his roles and duties. He tells us about how he invented fun and effective ways to intentionally engage and mentor his children on Saturdays and throughout the week. Each week, he comes up with fresh ideas, games, events, and programs that his children love and learn from.

The Daddy Saturday book has grown into a movement with a website by the same name offering additional ideas, updates, and resources to help anyone interested start a similar program in their family. The Daddy Saturday Foundation has been set up with the goal of impacting ten million men in the next ten years.

Daddy Saturday is available at Amazon.com as a hardback, paperback, or Kindle format.

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Daddy Saturday is available at Amazon.com Click the book cover to go directly to this book.

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MERRYN’S MIRACLE

by Pamela McCormick

October 2019 Our son and his family were heading out for a drive. Joseph went into the garage and placed their baby Charlotte in her car seat. His three-year-old daughter Merryn had come into the garage with him. When her daddy told her to get in her car seat, she walked the long way around her parents’ other car for some reason and accidentally walked into a metal shelf hanging low, gouging her right eye.

Merryn was taken immediately to the doctor, a pediatric optometrist. Frantic and yet hoping against all fear, that her eye had not sustained great damage. The optometrist offered no hope. Merryn’s cornea was partially lacerated and scarred up.

Maybe when she was twenty, she would be able to have surgery and then have her vision restored. For now, the answer was that the scar tissue was too much; it covered her eye like a deep dark cloud.

The answer was glasses and a patch to wear over her good eye to help make her injured eye stronger. There was a great sadness, but our son and his wife clung to the hope they had in Christ Jesus.

It was an accident, and their praises did not stop.

Their prayers continued for their daughter, and gratitude multiplied that she had not lost her eye.

Merryn and her daddy FaceTimed us when the glasses arrived. We told her how beautiful she looked in her new glasses. I commented, “I love your red glasses, Merryn.” She replied back, “Grandma, they’re not red. They’re raspberry.”

Though her eye was impaired, Merryn was still able to see barely, but had blurred vision. The corrective lenses were to help, or so we thought. We would find out differently later.

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I was teaching a children’s Bible study on Wednesday night with another friend. Aidan, Addie, Eli, John, David, Luke, Edy, Sarah, Tucker, and Nathan all prayed for Merryn. The children knew I was distraught and hugged me; they told me God was going to heal Merryn’s eye. As crazy as it sounded, I texted our son and told him what the children had said. Joseph and Sheila expressed gratitude for their prayers; they were always realistic that it was unlikely that her eye would be healed, but knew that God could and hoped that God would.

Could the words of these children spoken in childlike faith really restore our granddaughter’s eye?

Were these children at the Bible study telling the truth? Even as our hope began to fade, and we accepted this as it was, we would all see God in all His glory soon.

February 2020 Sheila takes Merryn back to the optometrist for a three-month follow-up after receiving the glasses. Merryn was not complaining about her eye but said that she didn’t like her glasses and couldn’t see well when she wore them.

The same doctor that had examined Merryn in October was there testing her eyes. She checked her eye three times, turned on the light, and looked at Sheila. Her words: “I do not understand. I tested her eye three times, and her vision is normal for a three-year-old and no longer needs her glasses.”

The doctor told Merryn you don’t have to wear your glasses anymore. She had been told to wear her glasses all the time, so she didn’t understand someone telling her she no longer needed to wear them.

THE GIFT OF A BL ACKBERRY BUSH

by Pamela McCormick

Our son called us that evening and told us the good news. God had healed Merryn’s eye. No surgery, no need for glasses. God had done this. Our son added that the lens crafter had actually put in the wrong prescription and because of that mistake, the glasses they gave Merryn should have damaged her vision. Instead, the opposite happened.

I contacted the parents of the Bible study children and reported what God had done.

The parents shared that their children’s faces were beaming. It was totally impossible, and God did it. How great is our God!!!

Jesus looked at them and said, “With man this is impossible, but with God, all things are possible.” Matthew 19:26 “but this happened, so that the works of God might be displayed in him.” John 9:3b

I didn’t taste its fruit. I just looked in amazement at this tiny bush growing by the road near my home. Looking got my curiosity up. I Googled blackberries, just to see what I would find. Did you know that the one big difference between a blackberry and a raspberry is that when a blackberry is picked, the stem stays with the fruit, but when a raspberry is picked, the stem tears away from the fruit and leaves a big hole in the raspberry?

I remembered taking my children when they were little to go pick blackberries. Although they are both grown now, they would turn their shirts up and make a pocket like a kangaroo, and fill their shirts with lots of yummy blackberries. It’s funny. We would get to the car, and their blackberries would be gone. No blackberry pie. No blackberry jellies. But the memories of picking blackberries with our children are ones I still cherish to this day.

I talked to my husband about blackberries. Seems I don’t know as much about blackberries as he does. He grew up in the country, where I grew up in the city and didn’t go blackberry picking, I didn’t even know you could go and pick fresh fruit on a vine. George said he liked eating them, and except for the little seeds that got stuck between his teeth, he enjoyed them.

I started thinking about the importance of eating good fruit. There are plenty of things I have put in my mouth, like liver and onions, that weren’t tasty, but you give me a fruit salad with berries galore, I munch down.

God’s Word says, “Taste and see that the Lord is good.”

Well, I’ve been eating on a lot of the wrong things, but when I choose to eat God’s blessings and not live in the past with its hurts and hang-ups, I am helped. I’ve gone through many a trial and tribulation, but today, I can say Hallelujah and thank You, Jesus, for helping me walk in the light of Your Goodness. Your grace is sufficient 100% of the time. Praises!!

And all of this came from seeing God’s favor and blessings in a gift of a blackberry bush.

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young friends would come over to play with me and my sister in the sand, sometimes pushing toy trucks through the sand and sometimes making sandcastles with little buckets and water from the garden hose. Yes, we also drank from the hose, which aided in strengthening our resistance to disease later in life.

BOYS OF SUMMER

by Craig Ruhl

Today is the first day of June, a bright sunny North Carolina kind of day. The first day of summer is not for another nineteen days, but I can feel the promise of those lazy warm days wafting across the patio on a gentle breeze. This year will mark my seventy-third summer. As I reminisce on summers past, I also look forward to many more to come although they will feel different from those of my childhood.

My earliest memories of summer are of days filled with childhood outdoor play with neighborhood friends. Mom would shoo my sister and me outdoors as soon as breakfast was over.

The family house that I first recall was in a housing tract, or subdivision as some would call it. Our house was a single story on a tree-lined street with a sidewalk and a concrete driveway.

On the side of the house sat a large wooden sandbox with bench seats across the corners. My dad rigged an umbrella over the play area to provide a bit of shade. We could lower it to cover and protect the sandbox from rain, snow, and the neighbor’s cat who liked to use it as a litter box. It developed our immune systems early, playing in that sand. Several of my 12 | M AG AEVERY Z I N E N ACORNER ME FAITH ON

Dad worked as an engineer in the aeronautical industry, which caused us to move every four years, depending on which aircraft company had a new contract. By the time I was in grade school, we were living in a town on the border between Kansas and Missouri. Summers in that location were blistering hot. One feature of midwestern summers that has stuck in my memory was how parched that yard would get in the summer. Enormous cracks in the ground would open, large enough to lose a toy soldier while my friends and I lined our armies up to fight. We stayed outdoors all day, only going inside to use the bathroom. Okay, to be honest, being a boy, I sometimes would just go behind the shrub bush at the back of the house. As the sun moved across the sky, we would shift our play area to take advantage of the cooling protection of the shade along a side of the house. Mom would come out at lunchtime with sandwiches, milk, and a cookie. Often, she would spread a blanket in the shade and join us kids for a picnic. I am sure she welcomed a chance to escape the heat inside the house. In the evening, after dark, we would sit on the screened-in patio, praying for a breeze and playing board games until bedtime.

On very hot and still nights, mom and dad let us sleep on the wooden chaise lounges. Fun times!

Our next home was outside Detroit, Michigan.

Dad went to work with Ford as a sound and vibration engineer. I made new friends in the neighborhood and soon entered the wonderful world of sports in sandlots, backyards, driveways, and streets. The season dictated the sport.

Summer was all about the game of baseball.

We were out of the house as soon as we had dressed and had eaten breakfast. Groups of neighbor kids would gather in front of a designated house where we would choose sides for a game of softball, hardball, or maybe whiffle ball.

The game took place in the street with cardboard squares as bases and home plate. Not everyone had a ball glove or bat, so the sides would share what they had. Our teams varied in numbers of players with sometimes just enough

to call it a game. One of my most frustrating memories from this time is of my sister, Dana, three years younger than me, being picked for a team before I was. She was that good!

It was while living near Detroit, Michigan, during the summer between fifth and sixth grades, that my parents gave Dana and me three-speed bikes, called English racers. They had hand brakes and a three-position shifter on the handlebar. Wire baskets attached to a rack behind the seat allowed for carrying my baseball glove, bat and ball, and a bag lunch.

The world was my oyster now, and I was free to roam wherever my legs could pedal me.

Now, genuine baseball diamonds in parks that were not previously accessible became our daily hangouts. Our horizons expanded even farther when we started making new friends from other neighborhoods who also gathered at the ball fields. Teams filled out with plenty of players available. We learned competitiveness and real-life lessons such as playing nice with others. There were no adults present to settle a dispute, impose discipline, or kiss boo-boos.

We elected one kid to be the umpire, and his call was almost always final. Kids have a way, when left alone, of sorting things out for themselves. Behavior is learned, and the playing field is a great classroom. In case of emergency, one of us would pedal our bike to a nearby house, knock on the door, and ask for help. Back then, it was common to find mothers at home during the day.

cottage near Traverse City, Michigan. That summer our family loaded up the car and headed there for our two-week vacation. Crystal Lake is a stream-fed lake a few miles from Lake Michigan. The water is ice cold year-round making for shivering swims but fantastic trout fishing. My grandpa had an old wooden rowboat tied up to a neighbor’s dock. Grandpa had equipped the boat with a small gas engine that sputtered and smoked, but it got us out onto the lake where we could fish. He and my Dad taught me to fish that summer. That year, I also learned how to row a boat when the engine conked out. Grandpa taught me how to clean the fish we caught, and how to pan-fry the filets. I never learned to like the taste of fish, but that didn’t stop me from going fishing. He also had an old wood canoe he allowed me to paddle out on the lake by myself. It was during this vacation that I developed my love of water.

When I was a kid, summers were almost as anticipated as Christmas. The day school let out signaled the start of summer, not the calendar.

Long awaited vacations started, and summer camps opened. You heard the cracking sound of a baseball being hit by a bat, and the laughter of kids filled the yards, streets, and parks across the land. Many of my favorite memories are of playing baseball, swimming, fishing, and camping during my childhood summers. Life moves on, we grow older, but my memories of being one of the boys of summer will last forever.

When we lived in Michigan, dad took Dana and me to watch some Tiger baseball games. We had our ball gloves with us and team baseball caps on our heads. Dana’s blonde ponytail was peeking out of the back of her cap. We sat wide-eyed, waiting for a foul ball to come our way. Al Kaline, an All-Star and Hall of Fame outfielder with the Detroit Tigers, lived along our walk to elementary school. Many days, as we passed his house, he would be in the yard and would wave and chat with us kids, sometimes even signing a baseball card.

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FISHING WITH DADDY

BY MELISSA HENDERSON

Heat, humidity, digging for worms in the backyard and finding lures in the old tackle box were often my summertime experiences when I was a young girl. School was out for the summer. My Daddy worked the night shift and a part time job on some mornings.

One of our favorite activities to share together was fishing. Those hours when he was off from work, he taught me about baiting hooks, watching for the red and white bobbers to go under water, and relaxing at the fishing hole.

Early in the morning, Daddy brought the shovel out and located a spot behind the garage which was perfect for gardening and finding worms. Holding the shovel handle, he positioned his right foot on the shovel blade, pushing down into the moist dirt and turning over the soil. Two or three twists of the black soil and worms could be seen scrambling to get out of the light and back into the darkness. Perfect worms for fishing.

I never liked to touch the worms. Daddy always gathered a few, held them in the air for me to see and then, placed them into a leftover plastic container, which probably had been filled with cole slaw at some point.

After gathering the tackle box, a couple of nice fishing rods for Daddy and a bamboo fishing pole for me, we headed for the car. Loading the car with supplies for the fishing trip, we were ready to go. Daddy in the driver seat and me sitting right beside him.

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items. Along with a different kind of bait besides worms, he also brought back snacks for us. Peanut butter crackers and two soft drinks.

Supplies in the car, we were ready to head to our favorite fishing hole at a local park. I smiled the whole way. Just my Daddy and me going fishing.

We arrived at the dock, where we could rent a small fishing boat perfect for our morning on the water.

Rental fee was paid. The tackle box, bait and “extra” bait were placed into the boat. Fishing poles and a towel to sit on were the last items to go in before Daddy and I gently stepped into the boat and found our seats.

Daddy used the oars to row us out to specific areas of the pond known for “good fishing”. Sometimes we caught fish, sometimes we went home empty handed.

The best part of the morning was sitting quietly with my Daddy and listening to birds chirping, frogs croaking, and the sound of the water lapping against the side of the boat. At times, we shared laughs guessing what people in other boats were talking about or what kind of fish they were hoping to catch.

A conversation between a young girl and her Daddy. Time to soak in the sun and learn lessons of life.

Whether quiet or talking, we shared a special time. I will always remember “fishing with Daddy”.

Summer Fun Photos submitted by Jeffrey Barclay

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I am a therapist and writer who is passionate about family, faith, and recovery. I am the author of Remade: Living Free, a book that explores topics related to substance abuse, recovery, and unhealthy relationships from a biblical perspective.

BE STILL

by Nicole Byrum I love the summer. I mean, I really, really love summer.

Everything about it is amazing to me: the early sunrises and late sunsets, warm (even hot!) weather, ice cream, bike riding, swimming, ball games... the list could go on and on. In the cold, gray winter months I daydream of potential vacations and yearn for the feel of warm rays of sunshine on my skin. Summer is my jam. But there is one thing about summer that I love the very most.

I love a good sunrise (and sunset) as much as the next person, but as a runner, there is something kind of magical about being on the road when the sun greets this nook of the world. It may sound crazy, but few things in life make me as happy as an early morning run in the summer.

Over the years I’ve enjoyed hundreds of these glorious morning runs, but there is one in particular that holds a special place in my memory. I was 19 during the summer of 2001 (which, incidentally, was somehow 19 years ago) and working in Wauconda, Illinois as a camp counselor at a church day camp. Like most mornings, I set out around 6:00 am for my morning run. But on this particular day, I got a little adventurous and strayed from my usual route.

I had crossed a major highway and found myself running in a quiet neighborhood by a small lake. It was a picturesque scene as the sun glistened on the water. There were many homes in the area, but not a soul had yet stirred.

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Now, the next part is a little fuzzy, but at some point, I came across a dock. Thinking back now, I’m not entirely sure if it was someone’s private property or if it was for public use. (Details, right?) But either way, I strongly felt that I needed to stop running to go sit on that dock. To be sure, I’m definitely not in the habit of interrupting my runs - especially all those years ago when I was in my prime. But I was experiencing an unmistakable nudge to take a break. To be still.

I’m not sure how long I sat on that dock, perhaps ten minutes. During those brief moments, my eyes took in the simple yet gorgeous surroundings of the morning. I felt sunshine on my face and a warm breeze on my skin as I sat there talking to God. As I prayed, I knew a lifelong memory was being created. I knew God was telling me not to forget this experience - to remember at times to hit the pause button on my daily routine. To put aside my agenda and be obedient. To be blessed by a beautiful moment with my Creator. To be still and know that He is God.

That memory always brings a smile to my face and has continued to impress upon my heart over the last few decades. It’s so easy to be ruled by agendas, to-do-lists, and a packed calendar, even in the midst of summer fun. I’m certainly no exception. But when I think about that morning run, I have zero regrets that I stopped what I was doing; for those beautiful moments produced a joy that otherwise would have gone unrealized.

As we head into summer 2020, I am looking forward to all the things mentioned at the beginning of this post. There are sunsets to be seen, baseball games to be watched, warm weather to be enjoyed, ice cream cones to be eaten, vacations to be experienced, and roads to be run. But in the glory of summer, I will be mindful to pause. Mindful to be obedient. Mindful of the words of Psalm 46:10. Remembering that the truest joy is felt when I am still in His presence, praising Him for being God. I pray the same will be true for you this summer.

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How to Study Your Partner Presented by Suzette-The Marriage Warrior

Rather than addressing partner-anger, an empathetic approach that addresses partner-powerlessness may Have you ever thought about studying your partner? be more effective. Trading a defensive posture with an Now, I’m not suggesting that you act as a therapist and empathetic one will almost immediately change the course analyze your partner, but taking a step back and studying of direction.

Replacing argumentative words with concern your partner’s behaviors in a way that you could better and compassion shifts communication to be more welunderstand them as a human. Couples who face crises coming, rather than judgmental. Studying your partner often begin studying one another’s behaviors during argument cycles. However, because the arguments are used as a human with needs, wants, triggers, and past can be a powerful tool that advances the relationship. Because as a subconscious way to relieve pressure, the objectivity as you become more interested in the internal wiring of necessary for “partner study” is unavailable. the individual, it can be the key that unlocks the doors of vulnerable connection.

In order for an argument to ensue, it requires at least two defensive power-struggle postures. To win a powRather than partner studying, couples choose to walk on er struggle, one must prove a point through compelling eggshells or withdraw. However, the “I don’t care” posiarguments. However, as a result of this dynamic, a couple tion, or avoiding a situation, requires far more energy than creates detachment, rather than alignment. An alternative does healthy confrontation.

Partner-observing provides method to the power-struggle dynamic is to just let go of wisdom to appropriately select times to calmly discuss the your end of the rope and adopt an ability to study your observations with that partner. Properly approaching a partner’s action and reaction systems. partner is also important for healthy confrontation. Judgmental statements like “Why are you so angry? What’s Typically, individuals know when their partner is angry, wrong with you?”, will automatically place the partner in sad, happy, or moody. Spouses know what their partner enjoys and what bores them. However, most times, part- a defensive posture because it feels threatening. Howners observe and learn these things from a selfish motive, ever, rather than using statements, approach the partner through the lens of observation with questions, such as, rather than an intent to engage in relationship develop“Lately, I have noticed that you seem under-pressure, is ment. For example, when a partner thinks, “I don’t what to do this because it will make my spouse angry with me” everything ok? Can you share with me?” This approach or “I give my partner this because it makes them like me”. can change the atmosphere to openness and compassion, which can reroute the course towards connection.

See… the motive is “self”. No one wants to view themselves as manipulative; however, this type of underlying motive is a subtle form of manipulation. Love is never manipulative but rather is selfless. Self-serving manipulation stems from an internal drive system to protect self from external forms of anger. Humans were not created

by God to be abused, so we naturally steer away from aggressive angry, or passive-aggressive angry. However, although this is a natural and automatic instinct, is it the best approach within relationships?

To fully understand your spouse, partner-triggers must be understood, as well; what they are and where do they come from. Triggers are part of an individual’s coping mechanism system that is developed during childhood.

Although you may know about the childhood events of your partner, understanding how the events negatively impacted the way in which the coping mechanisms operate is paramount. Present events may trigger a child-developed method to cope with the current situation. This style of coping may seem odd to you; however, it is the Perhaps a better approach could be to study what “sets-off” partner anger. To do this, one must observe the norm for your spouse. For instance, if you know that your patterns of their partner’s day, week, month, or events, to partner’s childhood events created inadequacy issues, then this knowledge can be utilized as a tool to understand that attain clues of the hidden underlying partner-pressures.

The aggressive partner may be struggling with “powerless- the partner-anger may be masking feelings of inadequacy. Rather than retaliating with defensive anger, use the ness” in facing a situation that he/she cannot control. knowledge to assist in approaching the partner with love, compassion, and comfort.

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Practicing partner-studying will also provide valuable information related to partner love languages. Most people give love in the same language that they receive love.

If a partner desires quality time, then that is what is given to another. However, this approach will fail because most people will not catch on to the game. Noticing what is triggering partner-anger or partner-complaints will immediately indicate the unmet love needs. Although these needs are disguised through abrupt, defensive responses, discovering what is behind the negativity is the key. Ultimate health is accomplished when individuals develop a strong enough self-esteem system that allows healthy self-expression of needs. However, because this type of self-expression is often absent, partner-studying allows opportunities that reach beyond such issues, inviting freedom to demonstrate partner-love.

Changing your lens can change your direction!

Warrior’s Wisdom: 1. Self-reflect and measure how many of your reactions are selfish in nature.

2. Recognize that relationship emptiness results from self-motivational systems operation.

3. Ask God to assist you in getting to know the totality of your partner, not just their behaviors.

4. Analyze whether you are giving out of your own love language rather than giving to your partner in their love language.

5. Develop strong self-esteem by increasing skills of ownership, identifying self needs and desire, and healthy self-expression.

Contact Suzette at THE SCRIPTED JOURNEY COUPLES CARE CENTER suzette@couplescarecenter.com

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Summers on the Farm

by Randi McNiel

The cows were in the barn hooked up for milking, some done and heading back out to pasture, others moving in to take their place. Cats ran around playing tag with each other with the quietness of a feather. The dogs roamed around sniffing anything in sight searching for a new discovery, but always available if anything needed tending to. It was the late afternoon milking hour and I found it fascinating as a child to watch the process.

The Waarvik Century Farm in Elroy, Wisconsin, belonged to my Uncle Helmer Waarvik and Aunt Mur, and their six children who helped with all the chores. My family – Mom and Dad and us five kids – spent many summers driving from California for family vacations on the farm and spending time with cousins. Other relatives from Minnesota and Illinois also spent time here, and over the years there were reunions and special celebrations.

It was located right off the county road and you crossed over a small wooden bridge onto the farm. When we heard the wooden planks beneath the tires we knew we had arrived.

The farm holds such history. It was originally purchased by my uncle’s grandparents, Holger and Magla Waarvik, in 1884. The original house was remodeled in 1914 by his parents, Tom and Sophie. Uncle Helmer was born on the farm and lived his entire life there. In 1938 he built another house on the farm for his new bride and this is where they raised their six children.

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When I was a small child and we first began visiting, Grandma Waarvik was still living in the original house and I remember she had an old organ we would sometimes play. But one memory that stands out from a very early age was the Lutheran heritage and strong faith that was shown in my aunt and uncle. Uncle Helmer would read a devotion at the evening meal and say a prayer. Then the entire family sang our traditional prayer in 4-part harmony, “Be Present at Our Table, Lord.” I didn’t think about it back then, but today I smile when I recall Deuteronomy 6:5-7 – “Love the LORD your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength. These commandments that I give you today are to be on your hearts. Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up.” These verses were lived out on the farm and it was evident to all.

There was so much to do here we never ran out of fun.

Our cousins would take us out to the fields and show us how they gathered and bundled the hay that would later be stacked in the barn. They showed us how to drive a tractor, took us on hayrides, and showed us how to pull the red clover apart and suck on the little petals for its sweetness. Back in the barn we built forts with the bundles of hay and played hide-and-seek. I remember a horse and buggy on one trip and each of us had a turn to ride Rex. We watched as our cousins brought the cows in from the pasture early in the morning and again before supper. My younger sisters loved making mud pies while I preferred roaming around the barn and the large open areas.

Many years later I chose the farm for a 5-day celebration of my parent’s 50th wedding anniversary. It was no longer a working dairy farm but the land was leased to a neighbor so Holsteins were still a part of the scene.

Relatives from all over came for the big event, lining up their RVs like a drive-in theater. Guests stayed in one of the two houses or their RVs. My cousin Mary added a log cabin to the farm and all the teens stayed there – the girls downstairs and the boys in the loft. The bathroom, accessed from the outside, had a galvanized stock watering tank that served as the bathtub/shower.

An early-morning trip to a dairy farm gave everyone the experience of real farm life. We enjoyed a watermelon seed-spitting contest, and in the evening we sat on bales of hay in the barn for a real down-to-earth family talent show, ending with a sing-along of old-time songs.

It’s hard to think of the Waarvik Century Farm without thinking about Fountain Lutheran Church just a few miles down the road. My maternal grandfather pastored the church many years before and it’s where my parents were married. How fitting then to worship at Fountain on Sunday morning with all the relatives and friends they once knew. I organized a family choir that sang during the service as a surprise for my parents.

That afternoon we were back on the farm for an Open House on the lawn where friends from all over came to spend time with the family.

It was time to say goodbye to the farm once again and many family members we would see for the last time.

As we drove back over the wooden bridge with the familiar sound of the wooden planks beneath the tires, there was a sadness of leaving something behind. None of us knew if or when we would return, but one thing was sure . . . memories of days gone by would stay with us forever. Cousin Mary owns the farm now and keeps it up so beautifully. We will always remember the years of fun and adventure that our Waarvik cousins provided.

And who knows, maybe someday we’ll get back there again.

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Keeping Our Eyes Focused on God

by Tynea Lewis One of my favorite passages in scripture is when Jesus invites Peter to walk out onto the water with him. It clearly shows God’s power while revealing our humanity.

After Jesus fed the five thousand, the disciples got in a boat and went ahead of Jesus to the other side.

That evening, the boat was being tossed around by the waves. When Jesus walked out to them on the water, they were terrified and thought he was a ghost.

Peter said, “Lord, if it’s you, tell me to come to you on the water” (Matthew 14:28 NIV), and Jesus told him to come. He did…

“But when he saw the wind, he was afraid and, beginning to sink, cried out, ‘Lord, save me!’” (Matthew 14:30 NIV) I can relate to Peter so much. I have seen God do incredible things in my life, and yet even in the midst of those incredible things, I can find myself sinking.

As soon as I take my eyes off of God, the storm of this life and the waves I see surrounding me fill my heart with fear.

Peter listened to Jesus as soon as he was told to come out onto the water. But then Peter quickly allowed his human fears and doubts to get in the way.

When we keep our focus on God, we can do incredible things. We can follow through with what God has called us to do. God gives us the ability to do things we could never do on our own.

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When we are called to do those things, there will most likely still be a storm swirling around us. There are going to be things that try to knock us down and drown us. When we allow them to become our focus, we will stumble and fall. We will lose sight of what we have been called to do and what God can do through us.

But when our eyes stay fixed on Jesus, it doesn’t matter what is happening around us. Calamity could be closing in, but when we stand firm on what God says, we will not be moved. We will be able to do incredible things, things that bring incredible glory to God. Lord, thank you for calling us to do incredible things.

Help us step out in faith and not doubt. Please help us keep our eyes focused on you instead of the storm around us. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

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nd if God cares so wonderfully for wildflowers that are here today and thrown into the fire tomorrow, he will certainly care for you. Why do you have so little faith?

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Faith On Every Corner Bookshelf The Hobble: From Ai to Bethel

By Andrea Marino

Reviewed by Craig Ruhl and Karen Ruhl In her book, The Hobble: From Ai to Bethel, Andrea Marino tells the story of a woman’s journey of faith through life’s challenges and pitfalls. The prologue of the book shares the first three verses from the book of Isaiah, Chapter 2, where the mountain of the Lord is described. The Hobble storyline follows Electra’s sometimes difficult struggles with her faith and her interaction with the other characters presented along the path.

She finds that God’s love is all-encompassing, and salvation is available and attainable.

Each of us has our own “hobble” in our lives, and the author provides a wonderful testimony to how Electra overcame hers. This is an exceptional book and we at Faith On Every Corner recommend you place it on your bookshelf too. ~Craig I am currently reading The Hobble and enjoying the journey from Ai to Bethel. The book surprised me with its contemporary setting. Andrea quickly pulls you into the storyline where you will want to linger!

We also want to thank Andrea for giving us one of her books to use in our book giveaway program. ~Karen Andrea Marino’s interview on Goodreads: Goodreads Interview

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Andrea writes articles for Faith On Every Corner.

You can read her latest article titled Summer on page 5 in this issue.

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Lynn Story Downham is a fourth generation artist who returned to North Carolina in 2014 after twenty-six years on the Florida panhandle. Her seventh family tree commission was for a “family tree for Jesus.” Twenty years later she is a born-again believer with a best-selling print, a beautiful family and a passion for sharing Christ through her art. Find out more on Facebook by looking up “Lynn Story Downham’s Art” or “Lynn Downham Jesus Tree.”

SIMPLER PURSUIT

By Lynn Downham

What comes to your mind when asked for your favorite summertime activities? If someone asks me, swimming would be on the top of the list, whether it’s in a sparkling clean man-made pool or a beautiful natural creek or spring. Another of our family’s summertime favorites is attending several of the exciting festivals held during the warm weather, sometimes as a vendor and sometimes just for pure enjoyment. While we might be able to find somewhere to swim this year, our fun festivals will have to wait until fall or even next year. Hopefully, we will all be able to enjoy a few family get-togethers this summer and play and laugh with friends.

I am certain that we, as Christians, have discovered that there are blessings to be had even in this pandemic valley we find ourselves in. Time for prayer, time for being in the Word, time with our precious families,

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and time for all those home projects that we can never seem to find time to accomplish.

Nature, too, is such a gift from God to us. It surrounds us in the sun, moon, and stars in the sky, the breeze that blows your curtains in the morning, the birdsong that is present even at night, but which you look forward to hearing when you open your windows every morning. So too, are clouds, a gift I mean. When was the last time you watched them with your children or your mate? Finding shapes in the clouds is a low cost, relaxing, and imaginative activity.

The North Carolina School of the Arts in Winston-Salem even has a “cloud watching lounge” on its campus, which is a bunch of quilts laid out on the ground and a sign!

I watch clouds. Now I watch them with our daughter and shape finding is a favorite game, but I also watch them for another reason. I like to paint clouds. Very much. I see all the time banks of those big, pouffy cumulus clouds which open to reveal beautiful light on the clouds stretching out behind them. I call the first painting I did on this theme “Heaven’s Gate”, for that is what it looked like to me. I then started a series named, “Heaven Over...”, the first one being “Heaven Over Destin”, the second “Heaven Over Morrison Springs.” Heaven Over Destin was fine, the second was not, so I destroyed it. Whenever I’m driving and see this phenomenon, I try to pull over and take a shot to use later. Cloud painting is fun!

Now I have seen a glory cloud parted and the base of an altar and a column revealed.

It was at my third Full Gospel Baptist Church convention in Atlanta, Georgia, (and we were inside a stadium), and I sketched this, but have not painted it. I have talked with a couple who saw the sky clouds parted and glimpsed a beautiful city on the way back home from Charlotte the day that Billy Graham died and I look forward to the pictures that I will be allowed to paint in the future, but for now... I enjoy this time He has given us to spend with Him and His creation!

“Behold, He is coming with clouds, and every eye will see Him, and they also who pierced Him. And all the tribes of the earth will mourn because of Him. Even so, Amen.

‘I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End,’ says the Lord, who is and who was and who is to come, the Almighty.”

Revelation 1:7-8

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(Carl’s mom writes him letters occasionally. Carl is her only child. Carl’s father died when he was in college. Living in the Arizona, Carl calls his Mom in the Carolinas as often as he can on Sundays. Carl’s mom is in her 80s. She lives in a contemporary world with old fashioned values.)

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DEAR CARL

Anna Friend

Dear Carl, As I get older, I bask in treasured memories. However, in doing so I am burdened for how our world is today. Summer will be so different this year. I took a walk around the cul-de-sac this morning. I stayed off the sidewalk and walked on the black pavement. I did not want to make any residents on their lawns uncomfortable. I breathed in the scent of fresh cut grass and the perfume of the Honeysuckle blossoms in the sticky air. I had to wipe beads from my forehead only 3 cottages away from mine. I miss exercise classes at the old schoolhouse. I wore my brightly colored sneakers -the ones I bought with Shirley last year. As I passed by her cottage tears lined my eyes. Someone put a pink wreath on her door. She is not due to come home for several months. Her immune system is so fragile. She still calls me once a week.

About 10 minutes in the walk, I plopped on the park bench by the property manager’s office. She was gabbing away on the phone. She is a young woman, pretty and smartly dressed. She looks stern but that girl will hug your neck and squeeze you tight when she greets you. At least she used to. As I sat on the bench I thought of the beach and the sandy peanut butter and jelly sandwiches you would eat and how the heavy lid on the green Coleman cooler would pinch your fingers. I thought of the scattered bicycles on our lawn when you were young boy. Dad would always find one to trip over and say bad words. Our house was the hang out place. We always had tea and Cokes. On Saturdays, the smell of grilled hot dogs would beckon you all to lunch. Our gravel road would dust up as you all raced each other to be first in line.

Sitting on the bench, I got tickled as I drifted off in my mind. I about fell off it as I held my belly with my side hurting. I must have looked insane to the other residents. I could not stop myself. It was a private moment and I felt as if your dad was sitting right beside me. I think I heard him snort. Son, maybe your mama is losing it. I went home not long after. I opened my door, and Sheba slithered her furry body around my ankles. I was grateful for ability to walk some, smell the essence of summer, and have memories to entertain and console me.

I need to go to the store. I don’t have Shirley to drive me. Son, I am legal to drive, still have my license, but I will keep my promise not to drive anymore. The SUV is looking awfully sad, and it is not because I knocked one of its glass eyes out. Preacher Larry has assigned me a helper from the church. Sarah comes 2 times a week to deliver my grocery and drug store orders. One day she brought me an avocado. I asked her “What do I do with it?” She said, “Slice them on a sandwich or dice them in a salad.” It was delicious when I finally ate some of it. I did not know you cannot peel it with a vegetable peeler. My fingertips were so messy as I cut the avocado off that big brown ball. I dropped the ball and it rolled right under the kitchen table. It was near impossible to get a hold of. I was exhausted just fixing my silly lunch. You know I had to mop the floor after all that. I am wanting some Iced Animal Cookies. You know the bright pink and white ones with little candy dots on them. Them summer memories got me wanting some. They will be on my list for Sarah tomorrow. Read your Bible, son. Tell Donna to wear her sunscreen. She needs to keep an eye on that dark mole on her lip. Suntans can give you cancer they say. Call me.

Love, Mom 2 Corinthians 2:15 As far as God is concerned there is a sweet, wholesome fragrance in our lives. It is the fragrance of Christ within us, an aroma to both the saved and the unsaved all around us.

-Living Bible (TLB)

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WA L K I N G PA R K V I S I T WITH KAREN & CRAIG P H OTO S BY K A R E N R U H L

I usually have photos of places along our drives, but today I wanted to feature a walking park near us.

It is the Broyhill Walking Park covering 20 acres featuring a paved walking loop, a lake, a nature sanctuary, and botanical gardens.

The walking park is very well maintained and the botanical displays are beautiful. In the top photo, you will see Rhododendrons in full bloom.

The pagodas are throughout the park giving a pop of red that makes for a nice reflection on the water. The park can be rented for weddings. What a wonderful setting for a wedding.

The park has quite a bit of wildlife activity. I have observed turtles, fish, geese, ducks, and birds of all types.

The park changes depending on the season. This park is only 10-15 minutes from our house and is where I have been doing my walking lately. There is a sign at the entrance that gives the rules of the park along with a sign giving the distance of the track. I have been walking two laps a day and looking forward to gaining even more stamina in days to come.

In my opinion, this is a park you don’t want to miss if you are visiting - Oh - I didn’t mention the waterfalls or the fact there are two lakes, trails, and so much more!

This park is named after T.H. Broyhill, who was one of the founders of Broyhill Furniture Industries.

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