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How Should We Respond?

4/16/2020

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This is a question that seems to be foremost in many people’s minds.  When I scroll through social media, I see so many opinions.  Some I agree with, others I don’t, still others seem partly fine.  I won’t waste your time explaining them all.  Anyone can scroll through and see the plethora of views, so why do I even think I might have anything to share?  That’s a great question and in all honesty, I’m asking the very same question even as I write.  But I have a family always encouraging me to write and I feel like these thoughts might help someone else, just as they helped me in the midst of uncertainty awhile back.

I do want to warn you though, this is written to the Church and may not really make much sense if you aren’t a part of it.  I’m referring to the capital “C” Church that is in all the world under the name of God’s Son Jesus Christ the Lord.  I am being careful to source the Scriptures that I use.  Please, please look them up and read them in context.  Be like the Bereans from Acts 17:11 (NLT) who “searched the Scriptures day after day to see if Paul and Silas were teaching the truth.”  Please private message me if you find anything that does not line up with Scripture, so that I may correct it.

As a little girl my daddy was my absolute hero and that is still true today.  I remember back in the 70’s and 80’s, he would talk about how things in the world were going to change.  To be honest, I didn’t like the things he said, and they scared me a lot, but I told myself those things were so different they could never actually happen.  I was wrong.  As history plays it’s self out even today, I still find my jaw dropped to the floor as things happen just the way he said.  If I’m honest, it ties my stomach into knots.  He would never call himself a prophet and I won’t either, but he has always seen himself as a watchman on the wall as referred to in Ezekiel 33.  He has spent a lifetime watching the news and reading the Word and checking sources and reading many different opinions to remain alert to any dangers that may befall his family or anyone who will listen.  He takes this very seriously and it has given me comfort to be able to raise my family and focus on them, all the while knowing he will warn me if needed.  For a bit now he has had a gravity to his voice as he has said, “There are some things coming, Misty.  Things you wouldn’t believe.  Things I wasn’t sure I’d ever see in my lifetime, but they are close.  These are interesting times.  Keep praying.”

About 6ish years ago, I was faced with a decision that caused me much fear and was literally making me want to throw up in worry.  As I researched, I found there were two very opposite sides, and both were unwavering.  In fact, one side didn’t pull any punches about its utter disdain for the other and there were underlying if not spoken threats against anyone who dared to oppose them.  Yet, the opposing side made more sense to me and didn’t rely on emotions but instead quietly stated their experiences and research.  If I’ve learned anything from raising 9 children, typically the one yelling the loudest is wrong.  Yet, I took the threats underlying or otherwise to heart and was very afraid to not comply.  But the experiences, my own included, were impossible to ignore.  There was a tug of war going on inside of me and both sides took turns winning.  We are in a similar kind of place today but with a different issue.

I prayed and agonized for weeks about what to do in that situation.  I begged God to show me His way, but He didn’t seem to be hearing or answering.  When I sought the wise counsel of others, I found people I loved and respected deeply on both sides of the issue.  There was no middle ground and I felt absolutely vulnerable.  No matter what choice I would make there was heavy risk.  Finally, one morning I woke up with this phrase going through my mind and it’s one I know you will recognize.  “Be wise as serpents and gentle as doves.”  Over and over it repeated in my head, until I realized, I had no clue what that even meant.  Honestly, I’d heard it my whole life and knew it was in the Bible, but I didn’t even know what the context was, so I looked it up.  It came from Matthew 10 and it was not encouraging.  In fact, it frightened me even more.  The exact verse was 16, which says, (NKJV) “Behold, I send you out as sheep in the midst of wolves. Therefore, be wise as serpents and harmless as doves.”  Apparently, God had no intention of bringing comfort only stirring the fires of fear that threatened to consume me.  This was of no use.  I got up and attended to the housework that is always calling my name, but that phrase just kept playing so loud in my head it was almost audible.

I decided to figure out why serpents were wise or doves were harmless and since they were all in the same thought, I would, also, figure out what it means to be a sheep among wolves, though I pretty much knew the violent end to that picture.  I argued with God that he was not bringing peace or comfort and I was a bit angry with him for preying on my fears, but he gently persisted, and I was inclined to continue to research.  It is in that research that I found the peace, I was seeking, as God knew would be true.  I want to share it with you in hopes of bringing peace and encouragement in the midst of some very scary and uncertain times.

I started with the sheep among wolves to get it over with.  What I learned, surprised me.  When a flock of sheep are attacked by a pack of wolves, it isn’t the wolves who do the most damage.  It is the sheep themselves.  In their fear, the sheep will panic and actually trample each other!  Though the enemy may kill a few, it is the flock who will destroy themselves by responding irrationally in fear.  I don’t have to remind you that Jesus often calls us His sheep.  Are we responding in fear and attacking each other?  May I suggest that as I watch social media, we are.  May I also remind you of Matthew 7:15 (NLT), “Beware of false prophets who come disguised as harmless sheep but are really vicious wolves.”  We must be ever aware of who we are allowing into our flocks or at least who we are listening to. 

I wanted to see how a wolf attacks, so against my better judgement I went to YouTube and found a video of a wolf attack on a mother and her two lambs.  My heart pounded wildly as my mouse hovered over the play button.  I didn’t want to see this, but I had to know in order to prepare.  Click.    A mother sheep walked down a trail with a lamb on each side.  Out of the shadows came a wolf.  I wanted to look away, but I was glued.  The wolf tried to creep behind her, but she kept her face to him, and her lambs stuck to her side so they moved as one.  No matter how the wolf tried to get behind her she moved with her lambs to keep him directly in front of her.   He tried to charge her, and she charged right back.  He backed off but came back.  She was alert and ready.  He charged and she charged right back.  He tried to slink around her, but she didn’t take her eyes off him for a second.  The wolf ran away with his tail between his legs and it was then that I felt the hot tears streaming down my face.  She won!  That helpless lamb chased the vicious wolf away from her lambs!  For the first time in a long time, I felt a surge of empowerment rush through my soul.

How did she do it?  She kept her eyes on the enemy and she didn’t let him sneak behind.  She didn’t charge him unless he charged but then she didn’t back down.  She didn’t panic and run leaving her lambs to be dinner.  She didn’t trample them in fear.  They stayed close.  They moved as one and they won!

Dear Church, we must stick together and there is only one way to do that.  It isn’t by listening to the media whether it be   social media or paid professionals.  It isn’t even by listening to each other.  In John 10 particularly verse 27 (NLT), Jesus said, “My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me.” We must learn to hear the voice of our Shepherd.   I was recently listening to a message and the teacher shared something interesting about sheep that is only true today not in the days when Jesus was walking the earth.  Shepherds today use technology.  They have cameras and helicopters and devices to track their sheep and it has put such distance between the shepherd and the sheep that they no longer hear or know the shepherd.  What a contradiction to the video I watched not long ago.  A shepherd in an undeveloped society was telling a group of strangers what words to call out to a group of sheep grazing in a nearby field.  These people tried and tried to get the sheep to react in any way, but they simply continued to graze.  Finally, the shepherd stepped into the same place every other person had stood and he called out the very same words.  Immediately the sheep raised their heads and began to look around.  The shepherd called out again and the entire flock trotted over to him bleating as they went.  They followed him away.

Now before you think I’m anti-technology, know that I am not but I am very aware of how easy it is to fall into the convenience of it and let it consume our lives.  I have realized that before I had a phone sized computer always at my fingertips, I acted differently.  When I waited for my kids to come out of practice I would pray or ponder things in the quiet.  When I went to bed at night I would pray in the quiet until sleep overtook me.  When kids were at school and littles napped, I would listen in the quiet.  Today I am so quick to grab that phone and fill every second catching up with what happened in the 10 minutes since I looked at it last.  My thoughts are easily filled with every emotion and care possible.  It is not possible to process the speed at which I am being asked to process emotions ranging from a funeral to a wedding to a birth to a death to a silly cat or a cute dog or a perfect family, so in order to survive, I shut down just a little bit.  I wasn’t created to be able to handle so much and so my heart gets a little harder as I quickly move from one story to another never allowing myself to actually feel with my friends, only to pick it up again 20 minutes later and do it all over again.  All the while I wonder why I feel so lonely and so busy all at the same time.  Maybe it is time that I set that little computer at my fingertips out of reach more often and stop allowing it to dictate my thoughts and emotions so I can hear the still small voice (I Kings 19:11-13  KJV)) of my Shepherd.

We must learn to not only hear it but obey it – follow it.  You know that time when your rushing to your plans and a still small voice says to do something else and you don’t listen, and you always regret it.  It’s in the simplest of things.  I remember being new to a neighborhood.  A thought kept bugging me to make too much supper and give some to the neighbor.  I fought it all day.  I barely had enough to feed my army and I didn’t know that neighbor at all.  They might not even like it or need it.  I finally listened and obeyed.  She became my sanity during a really exhausting time when my husband worked countless hours leaving me to raise our many small ones.  Another time I was unloading items into my trunk with keys in my hand.  I set them down and a prod told me not to leave them there because I would lock them in.  I argued that I would remember.  I did remember…as the trunk was slamming shut.  Help was 2 hours away.  These are not life altering things.  They seem silly and we often refer to them as talking to ourselves but I think it is the still small voice of our Shepherd teaching us to listen in the small things so we can be faithful with the big things. (Luke 16:10a) Learn to hear His voice.  Your life depends on it.

We live in unprecedented times.  We must know how to respond rightly.  I can’t tell you exactly what that is for you.  Sometimes the Shepherd sees fit to lead one beside still waters while another walks through the Valley of the Shadow of Death (Psalm 23).  Sometimes he tells one to be bold (Acts 14:3) while telling another be still (Psalm 46:10).  He alone knows what is best for us and for those around us who will be affected by our actions. 

If we go back to Genesis 2-3, in the Garden, there were two trees.  One brought Life and one brought death.  If we look ahead to the New Testament, we are told in Romans 8:1-8, that we are to live by the Spirit for it brings life, but the law brings death.  Christian, we must learn to walk in the Spirit, which cannot happen if we don’t know how to listen to and obey the Shepherd who gives us the Spirit.  Adam and Eve had a choice and it wasn’t simply to eat fruit.  They were choosing whether to continue to walk in the Spirit, who would guide them into all righteousness, or they could be made like God and decide for themselves what is right and what is wrong.  Since that fateful day man has been trying to decide right from wrong.  We set up laws and morals and guidelines that must fit every person in every situation and that is impossible.  The Bible is filled with examples of how man has messed up deciding what is right and wrong.  And there is the ever-popular question:  was it a sin for Rahab to lie about the spies?  That forces us into choosing by our standards what is right and what is wrong based on our knowledge of good and evil.  But if we live by the Spirit, we are no longer bound by the limits of our understanding but set free to obey the will of our Shepherd who is Love (I John 4:8) and who lays down his life for others (John 10:11), in him is no darkness (I John 1:5).  As long as we are walking in the Spirit, we can’t go wrong but what you are called to do may not mimic what another is called to do and that is not only ok, it is good.  We are all one body and though all the parts are different and have different roles, it is all for the good of us all (I Corinthians 12).

I went on to learn about a serpent in the Middle East because that is where Jesus was when He told His parables.  I learned  that it can move into a territory and not even be detected for months.  It blends in and is ever alert to all that is happening.  It learns the patterns of its prey and when it gets hungry it moves silently into position.  It’s prey never knows what hit it.  You will never even know you are near a serpent unless it becomes cornered.  What I got from that is that it is not necessary for me to start shouting my position from the roof tops.  It isn’t necessary or even wise for me to announce to everyone around me that I am here with such and such a position.  I should be quiet and alert.  I should be ever aware of what is happening around me.  What are the patterns of the enemy?  I don’t need to be obnoxious though there may come a time when it becomes necessary to be known.  Do it quickly and then be gone.  I think of Jesus in the Temple with a whip (Luke 19 & John 2).  He did what he needed to do and then he left.  He didn’t stick around and make sure his point was made.  He didn’t keep rehashing it.  He said it and He moved on to the next thing.  Maybe we are too busy making sure our opinion is known and rehashing it?  It makes us a target so we continuously become cornered and we cannot watch and learn.

Then, I looked up what it is to be a dove in the Middle East.  It said it is the same thing as a pigeon and what I could find about pigeons pointed out their critical use in past wars.  They were used to deliver messages.  Again, they didn’t announce their presence or arrival.  They silently crossed the enemy lines and delivered the message to a specific place.  Then just as silently as they came in, they went back out.  It wasn’t their own message or opinion it was simply the message that was given to them by the sender.  In our case, if we were a dove, we wait until the Spirit sends us then in obedience, we quietly deliver the message to the one who is ready and waiting at the time that is right.  We will cross enemy lines, but it is not our place to attack or confront.  We are to simply deliver the message and return to our place.

​I don’t pretend to have all the answers.  I am as confused as anyone about what is happening to our world.  I see things that frighten me.  I see enormous strides toward the one world system that is prophesied.  As a child these things would break me into a cold sweat and absolutely freak me out.  I’d be lying if I didn’t say it still upsets me, but it should.  Jesus didn’t tell us it was coming because it was a really great thing to look forward to, but to warn us and prepare us because it would not be good.  We must learn to walk in the Spirit, so we will not be led astray.  Only by Him will we know what to do in such uncertain times.

Ephesians 6:10-18, “10 Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. 11 Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. 12 For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. 13 Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. 14 Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, 15 and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. 16 In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. 17 Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.
18 And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for all the Lord’s people.”

Remember, even though we may not all have the same role, Jesus prayed for our unity, so if we all do what He leads, we will be acting unified even if we don’t know how it all fits together in the end (John 17:20-23), but we must be careful not to panic and trample each other.  We need to keep our eye on the Enemy (Ephesians 6:12) and be alert.  We don’t need to be loud and obnoxious with our opinions but ready always to deliver the message of Hope that is within us (I Peter 3:15).

​Finally, keep our leaders and officials in prayer (I Timothy 2:1-4).  Maybe you could set a timer on your phone and every hour pray for a different part of the issue at hand.  For example: at noon pray for our president and other governing officials; at 1:00 pray for those who have become sick; at 2:00 pray for those who have lost loved ones; at 3:00 pray for those who have lost jobs…I think you get the idea.  In high school I had a sweet friend who would draw a funny faced blob with the quote, “George the Worry Wart says, ‘Why worry?  Pray!’”  We need to take all our anxious thoughts and throw them away from us onto the Shepherd (I Peter 5:7).  When you catch your mind worrying turn it into a prayer.

Many blessings,
Misty Sunshine  

Philippians 4:4-7
4 Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! 5 Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. 6 Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 7 And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
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His Joy is My Strength

6/1/2017

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PictureOur house in it's early years.
We've been cooking and planning and packing and sorting and tossing and shopping and discussing and the list goes on of all that we are doing to prepare for June 6th and beyond.  The project we are taking on is no small thing.  I've heard over and over again from people about how just remodeling their kitchen or bathroom took over their lives.  We are tearing out all the walls and ceilings of the whole house, rewiring, insulating and putting up all new walls.  At some point soon you will be able to look from one end of the house to the other unhindered.  That's a lot overwhelming, especially since none of us are particularly talented at construction.  We've tried to find smaller ways to tackle this, easier, less messy but when all is said and done this seems to be the best most efficient way.

We remember the plaster dust from some of the other work we've done and not a one of us are excited about that.  Marty will still have to travel a bunch so much of making this happen rests on my shoulders.  I wish I could say I've been calm and prepared but quite frankly, my family is probably sick of this stressed out person they once called, "Mom".  We are moving out temporarily so on top of it all we have to pack everything we own just as if we were moving to a new house.  Plus we have to get enough done that we can be living here again by the time school starts in the fall.  But hey, no pressure.

Despite all the technical stuff to figure out my mind has been thinking a lot about how much I am like this house.  Over many years I have been strong.  I have stood against storms and brought my family through them.  I have endured searing heat and freezing winters.  I have not been shaken by the winds that have tried to tear me apart.  I have been a place of rest and fun for friends and family.  Yet, I have broken places inside me.  Dreams that never happened, promises broken.  A harsh wounding word here or a cutting remark there.  Unintentional bumps and scratches from people who maybe didn't even know they had left a mark.  I've stayed up all night listening and laughing and crying.  I've hosted parties and been a shelter.  I've been walked on.  And I am tired.  The years have left their marks and broken places.  

But here's the thing, God's not done with me yet.  This house hasn't done anything wrong or evil but it's worn.  Despite it's best efforts the roof is starting to give and the electrical is starting to flake.  It's paint is falling off and windows don't work right.  There are gaps that allow wind to blow through in the winter. Walls are cracked and ceilings have even fallen, not because it's a bad house but because it's a well used house.

This whole project has had to stir up faith and trust all over again.  I find myself thinking back on everything we've been through and asking God, "Why?"  Why can't it just be easy?  Why does it seem like everything always has to be a struggle?  We've worked so hard to have a home for our babies, why can't we at least have decent walls and a floor that doesn't cause slivers?  Why do we have to take this test again?  Did we fail?  Are we so dense that we aren't learning from our previous trial?  I'm so tired.  People must think we are the biggest failures.  It is so easy to tear yourself apart with doubt but I've realized something beautiful.  God is in the business of renewing.  

He knows we have grown tired.  He knows all the times,  even the ones we have forgotten, that we have stood strong despite the storms.  He knows every broken dream and hurt.  He isn't condemning us for failing but recognizing our scars and he's healing them.  Sometimes the process isn't neat and clean, in fact, it's quite the opposite but the end result is beautiful. If these walls could talk they may be crying out and begging to be left alone.  There is going to be a total mess that will take so much time to clean up and the process is going to be painful but in the end, this old house will be renewed.  We aren't punishing it.  We are healing it so that it can continue to shelter and protect and know life.  If we ignore all the things it needs and pretend it's fine because we don't want to deal with the mess then in only a short time it won't be strong and the storms will destroy it.  So because it is of such value to us we are willing to put the effort into fixing it.

I hope that will encourage you.  Maybe instead of seeing the renovations in your life as some kind of punishment, it would help to recognize that they are actually meant to bring healing and strength because you and what you do are of such value to Jesus that He wants to make sure you are ready.  I find that thought exciting and it makes the project we are facing less of a burden and more of a joy.  It is a celebration!  What if we could look at the renovations in our lives as celebrations?  What kind of strength would that give us?  

Nehemiah 8:10, Nehemiah said, “Go and enjoy choice food and sweet drinks, and send some to those who have nothing prepared. This day is holy to our Lord. Do not grieve, for the joy of the Lord is your strength."

Not sure when I will blog again with the project ahead of us but I'll try to keep you posted.  Victoria started a facebook account for this project so you can stay up to date with little snippets of what's going on.  It's called Smith's Summer Remodeling if you're interested in following it.

Blessings to all of you,
Misty Sunshine 

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Our house now
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The back of our house now
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Here we go...

4/20/2017

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It doesn't really seem real.  So many times we've planned and figured and imagined and hoped and nothing happened because another door was shut in our face but today I started packing up our living room.  I'm not really sure I actually believe its going to happen.  Is it possible that we could actually have actual walls with paint and a place to hang pictures?  Could we actually have floors that can be swept and mopped and maybe even soft carpet where you can take off your shoes and not worry about slivers?  Is it possible that one day there would be no cold draft coming down from the rafters of the kitchen and instead of looking up to see slats of wood it would be a solid ceiling with bright happy lights.  Maybe the counters and cupboards would safely house a dishwasher that works and maybe I could reach things without a step stool.  What if broken chandeliers were replaced by ceiling fans to bring some relief in the summer.  And what if we can simply open our windows when we want a breeze.  No more trying to hold frames together while switching out screens and storm windows.  No more trying to tape broken storm windows and hoping they will hold another year.  No more garbage bags and cardboard where a window used to be.  What would it be like to sink into the couch of a finished living room and not see a construction zone around you?  It truly seems too good to be possible and honestly we hope it isn't.  There are so many questions not yet answered and so many details we don't even know we have to figure out.  But we know that now is the time that God has said, "Go," and He has opened doors that were sealed tight so...Here we go!

The task before us is impossible except for God.  I am not looking forward to it at all.  I remember at a Women of Faith conference, one of the speakers shared that she had always wanted to play the piano and finally one day she was able to take lessons.  She couldn't wait to play beautiful music but the teacher wanted her to play boring scales.  It was then she realized she didn't want to learn to play the piano she simply wanted to play the piano.  I don't think I really want to fix this house I just want to live in it already fixed.  But fix it we must, so God must have something more for us to learn in this process and here we go.

Victoria is helping me to organize and research things because she is great at it.  I know that some of you have offered to help and quite honestly over the last 5 years of waiting I can't remember who.  So she is going to put together an e-mail list giving regular updates of what work is being done.  We will need all sorts of help from demolition to clean up to watching kids to cooking to running wires to putting up walls to mudding to painting to moving things in.  And I'm sure there is more I haven't listed.  If you want to be on that list please contact me.  One thing I do look forward to is seeing how God is going to use many to accomplish something that we cannot even hope to do on our own and even better - getting to visit with our friends.

Blessings to you,
Misty Sunshine

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Hello

3/15/2017

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PictureClick picture to support Jared on his trip to France
I have started this blog again and again but never get as far as posting because I just don't even know where to start.  So much has happened in our lives since the last time I wrote that I feel as if I need to catch you up on everything but I haven't the time to write all that and I doubt anyone other than my mom, who knows it already, would read it all.  This started as a way to keep our family and friends informed about how our lives were going in this house, but mostly how we are doing on our adventures in His Story and how He shows up in the midst.  So I will try to give a little summary of where we are today and hopefully go forward more regularly.  

Our family has added two additions since starting this blog:  Caleb Louis who is almost three and Genesis Faith who is not quite one and a half.  How I treasure their snuggles and giggles but I often feel so inept at the same time.  It seems like by child eight and nine, I should feel like I know what I'm doing and to some degree I do but they certainly stretch me.

We've, also, seen two kids try their wings.  I am so happy for them and all that they are doing but how I miss their everyday presence.  Joshua is living in his own apartment and enjoys the quiet, while Jared is at college about 3 hours away.  Jared has been doing ministry at OSU and hopes to go on a missions trip to France this summer in order to work with current missionaries and record footage to bring awareness of what their needs are.

We've also added another puppy named Henry.  He gets his name from Cinderella's prince.  Can you tell he's Kristin's dog?  She is looking into dog training and breeding, so Asa could be a mommy someday soon.  Kristin would especially like to train service dogs.  In the meantime, she works at Chick-fil-A with Matthew and Victoria.  Victoria
is a manager at Chick-fil-A even though she is only a senior in high school this year.  She is taking all her classes at college though and it kind of feels like she already graduated.  She is deciding what her next step will be after graduation.

Noah and Eli have healed from the whole Puppy incident and they are happy healthy kids.  They love sports and friends and JBQ.  Noah's JBQ team has been to Nationals the past two years.  The first year they took 27th place out of 80 teams and last year they were in ninth place.  They have high hopes for this their final year.  Noah and Eli have a paper route that they share but Noah is really the manager of it.  He certainly has a way with leading and running things.  Eli would rather jump on the trampoline with the neighbors or act in a musical.  Both are doing great in school.

Matthew is taking electrical at Penta and excelling which is no surprise.  He could have been named Bob the Builder.  "Can he fix it?  Yes, he can."  He bought a car and is always tinkering to fix something.  He put radios in all his siblings cars as well as his own.  He has kept a basically dead lawn mower running for about three summers now.  But most notably, he was absolutely crucial to finishing our second bathroom.  We were working on it when Puppy was shot and a series of events occurred that pretty much brought it's completion to a halt for a couple years.  Jared decided to change that and Matthew was going to help, however, Jared ended up working 12 hour days or more that summer and couldn't really keep it going.  Matthew wasn't deterred and by fall we had a beautiful new and complete second bathroom.  I loved watching this quiet boy grow up and become a very competent and responsible young man.  Working next to him was a true joy.

I pray this summer will be a joy for all of us as we are about to embark on an adventure that seems quite overwhelming.  Marty has finally found a job that he enjoys and it pays the bills.  What a freeing feeling it is to not dread each new month because it means a new payment is due yet again.  God has been kind but it does put Marty on the road A LOT, so the rest of us are going to have to really pull together to make this happen.  But none of it could happen without the income that Marty is bringing in.  

We are finally going to fix this house.  We have tried to find any other way but after talking to several contractors and researching and trying to think creatively we've determined that the best most efficient way to do all the work that needs to be done is to tear out all the walls, run new electrical, insulate and put up new walls.  We cannot live here in that kind of mess, so for a little bit we will be moving out and sleeping at several different homes but coming to the house daily armed with dust masks to complete the work so we can be moved back in before school starts again in the fall.  Yeah, even just typing that causes me to break out in a sweat.  We have to be nuts!  But we are spending most of our resources hiring out the roof, siding and windows because we have to make sure the outside is done right.  If we get an inside wall a little crooked at least that won't let the rain in.  So we have to put a lot of sweat equity into the rest and pray that things are as easy as they look on YouTube videos.

We are currently purging and packing so we can get started as soon as school is out this summer.  I'm hoping to buy a bunch of food and fill a freezer with premade meals so I don't have to worry about food while we focus on the house.  We are even trying to figure out as best we can what supplies we will need.  This allows us to shop together when Marty is home, so that when it comes time to needing those supplies we've already discussed and decided what we want, just in case he's traveling at the time we need to get them.  I have a feeling Kristin will be the little mother watching the little ones and running errands to get those supplies.  I worry that I won't be able to give the little ones the time they need because of the house and the older kids all have jobs, besides trying to help build a house but we will give it our very best.  We've already decided that one day a week is our day of rest.  We want to honor God in this and allow room for him to do what He does best plus it gives us a day to focus on just being a family.  I'm so excited to think of what the end result could be but I feel so so so incompetent.

It is with confidence in God that we are going forward.  We have tried so many different ways to restore this once beautiful home back to what it was.  We've had so many broken promises along the way that have hurt and had to be worked through.  But God has made a way where there seemed to be no way and we are ready to face yet another adventure.  I'll do my best to keep you up to date.

Many Blessings to you,
Misty Sunshine

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Victoria, Jared, Matthew, Joshua, Kristin, Eli, Caleb, Marty, Misty, Genesis, Noah
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Gifts that Keep Giving

4/10/2015

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Click here for the touching story of how we met Frank.
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March 22, 2015 Frank went home never to battle missing limbs, leukemia or lung cancer again. We are looking forward to seeing the art you will create in Heaven but until then, "Good bye, dear Friend."
Frank was a gift in our lives in so many ways.  If you've read my previous blog, you know what an odd but wonderful meeting we had and what an impact he had on our lives.  But there is another untold story that I would like to share about how God can take the little we have and if we are obedient, He can transform it into a treasure that just keeps giving.

This story starts before Frank, back when we lost our van, which left our family of 9 with a 5 passenger Neon.  It meant going home to see family was now a 12 hour round trip ordeal because of the number of trips needed to get everyone there.  It meant having to find a very close church in order to get everyone there.  It meant trying to figure out who was old enough to stay alone at the destinations and where the car seats had to be and who could drive...Life got very complicated.  We didn't travel much.  Even a simple doctors appointment meant taking my husband to work so I could have the car and then having to go get him when he got done.  Grocery shopping felt like a major undertaking just trying to figure out when I could have the car and making sure it wasn't too full of people for the groceries.  After almost a year of this we received a phone call from a friend back home.

She said they had an old van that they had been thinking of getting rid of for almost a year now and they kept thinking they should give it to us.  She didn't even know if we would want a van and she was even embarrassed to offer it because it had some rust spots she had duct taped as well as a few other quirks, but it ran good.  I could scarce believe my ears or my eyes when a beautiful blue full size van sat in our driveway and we had the title.  Technically, it was one seat short but we put a bean bag chair in there and trusted that if this is what God provided, He would also, protect what was in it.  We started to get our life back.  We could do things as a family again!  She was right it ran beautifully, as well.

After some time, we were able to get a 15 passenger van so there would be enough seats for everyone plus room for groceries.  But that left us with the blue van that still ran well but had more rust, quirks and miles.  About that time Frank's car died and he was unable to replace it.  Feeling awkward for even asking if a single man would want such a gas hog with over 200,000 miles, we asked Frank if he would want the van.  He was thrilled.  It was the answer to his prayers.  He needed something big enough to haul his artwork and for himself to maneuver around in.  It needed a muffler and brakes but he was able to barter some artwork for the repairs and it was running great!

We moved back home and Frank came to visit several times in that van but then due to more complications he had to have his one good leg removed and he could no longer drive.  What could he do with a van with so many miles and wear?  Jared was 16, so Frank gave it to him.  With their permission, we put a for sale sign on it.  Jared needed money to take drivers ed before he would even be able to drive and a young man certainly doesn't need a gas hog with bed in back.

It sat in the front yard all summer and we feared the neighbors would complain.  No one made an offer.  It did look pretty bad and it had sooo many miles on it.  We decided to scrap it and hopefully get $400 out of it so Jared could take driver's ed.  Before we could get rid of it, an elderly Mexican gentleman showed up on our porch one Sunday morning.  He asked if we would take five for the van.  I was sure we could get at least that scrapping so I said no we couldn't do that.  Baffled he asked how much I want, so I told him at least $400.  Very puzzled, he asked, why I not take his five hundred then.  He took out a paper and we wrote the numbers we meant agreeing on the $400.  He paid and drove away thanking God that he still had $100 from his bonus to get the title and stuff.  He said he has never had such a comfortable bed in his whole life.  You see he lives in his van and travels from Florida to Ohio planting and harvesting tomatoes. 

Jared had enough to complete driver's ed and pay for his license once he passed the test.  We still see that van every so often and that gentleman waves with a large smile.  I find myself wondering whose treasure it will be next.  Do you need something - keep praying!  Is God nudging you to give something that seems so trivial it's embarrassing?  Then hurry up!  You are probably the answer to their prayer.

Many Blessings,
Misty Sunshine



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Surprises

11/20/2013

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Today I want to go all the way back to a day before the Puppy drama and tell you what I've wanted to tell you for several months now.  We were at church and I was talking to my friend Rebekah.  We have become fast friends because we have such similar stories and can encourage each other in the midst.  She asked if we had a 2nd bathroom, yet.  I laughed because it had just been a discussion at work.  They couldn't imagine how we only have 1 bathroom with 9 people.  I told her that the 2nd bathroom is only a dream right now.  That's when she told me that she and Zach would like to make it a reality.  Zach is an excellent worker who knows what he's doing when it comes to all this house stuff that we just don't understand.  He also runs a store in BG called Winnelson which supplies contractors especially with the supplies they need to do their work.  

I had to work hard on the basement that week because it was a huge mess, you had to be a contortion artist to get through it.  I knew there was no way they could work well on the plumbing for the bathroom with it like that.  The boys were a big help and we got it cleaned up so I actually accomplished another goal!!  The next weekend Zach and his son along with James (another friend from church) showed up with supplies provided by a small prayer group to work on getting us a 2nd bathroom.

That morning I had to work but I was so concerned about making sure the work area was ready for them and trying to figure out food that I forgot, until Marty said something that triggered my mind, "Oh no!  I'm supposed to be at work right now!"  I was almost an hour late.  Thankfully, my boss was gracious.  I wondered the whole time I was at work what I might find when I got home.  Would the walls be up?  How fast would they be able to work?  I hope I didn't forget to move anything out of their way.  Time couldn't go fast enough.  I just wanted to get home and see the progress.

Finally, work was done and I headed home.  As I entered the back yard there were old metal pipes all over.  Marty's blue eyes sparkled as he directed me to the basement.  It felt like walking into a different house.  Pipes that had hung low were gone and in there place were red and blue pex pipes that hugged the ceiling.  They didn't just run the plumbing for the bathroom.  They were replacing every pipe in the house!  I could hardly believe what I was seeing.  Do you have any idea how long it took us to run 4 feet of pipe for the upstairs bathroom!?  In only an afternoon they had the old pipes ripped out and new ones going in!  As if the speed and quality of the work wasn't astounding enough, we had all new pipes!  If you remember when we moved in, pipes kept breaking and we wished we could replace them all but the ability just wasn't there.  We figured we'd just have to keep patching them as they broke.  But look what God can do!!!  They are all replaced.  The water pressure is so much nicer and the water that comes out is visibly cleaner.  It even feels softer.  I just can't put the thrill of God's amazing provision into words.  

I walked down to the IGA to get some lunch meat for lunch.  On my way home I got a call from James' wife Ramona.  She wanted to help in some way but didn't come because she has 6 small kids herself and didn't want them in the way.  She wanted to let me know she would be bringing supper for us.  That was awesome because I had no water and didn't know for sure how long that would be.  She brought us a feast!  She even made two loaves of homemade zucchini bread.  

By the time the day ended and everyone went home we were all well fed and the new clean water was going throughout our house.  Everything was in place but the bathroom still wasn't much further.  I wasn't sad though, even just what was done was enough to cause my heart to rejoice for a very long time.

The next morning at church Zach asked if we would like to work on it again that day.  This time Rebekah and I talked and both said we needed to go grocery shopping because neither of us had anything to feed our family that evening.  I told her to just come over and we would work something out.  It was so cool!  When we put what she brought with what I had and what James brought we had so much we even had left overs!  We called Ramona and she came over, too.  So between the 3 families we had 19 kids running around playing in the yard with Puppy, while a couple of the older girls helped Rebekah and I cut up the stuff for soup and such.  Ramona arrived a little later but I was glad to have the opportunity to give her a little break from cooking.  It was so fun!  I told Rebekah I felt like we were in the old west where the women were cooking and the guys were building the barn while the kids played and helped.  There was just such a peaceful sense of friendship and contentment that made everything feel like a piece of Heaven.  We ended the evening with all the kids piled in the living room watching Veggie Tales and eating ice cream.  I know God was smiling as he watched His kids working together.

The next weekend my dad and brother Aaron came over and helped Zach as they worked on moving doors and filling in walls.  When everyone left we had a water heater just for the 2nd bathroom and the beginnings of a shower installed.  We had a shower from the awkward bathroom but it was so tiny.  When Zach saw it he said there was no way we were going to use that and he brought a wall to wall shower that is so much nicer than what we had in mind.  It is just blowing my mind how God is providing a 2nd bathroom for us and on top of that it is far beyond what we had dared hope.  It will still be small because that's the space we have but it will be so nice.  Again, it is another example of how when we put our trust in God he will provide more than we can ask or think.  That's not to say we've waited perfectly patiently or even that we somehow deserve any of this.  You have read my blogs, you know how we have struggled, but in God's grace He has granted this one thing and because of His great riches when this is all done we will have a very nice bathroom AND not be a slave to debt.  PLUS, we have some really great friendships being built.

Thank you to everyone who is helping to make this possible.  You are an answer to our prayers and not just an answer but because of your obedience you get to be part of the exceedingly abundantly more than we could ever ask or think.  And thank you to all who have faithfully prayed.  This is an awesome blessing! 


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Blessings

10/22/2013

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Children are a blessing!  I believe that to my very core, yet lately my heart breaks as I hear parents who are overwhelmed and see them as less than the greatest treasure.  It is true they can and will push you to limits you never dreamed possible.  They can make you look in the mirror and wonder what happen to the sane person that used to look back at you.  They can and will say things to you that will rip your heart out and throw it down to be trampled by a herd of wild horses.  They can and should drive us to our knees in prayer or despair, it is our choice.


As you have probably heard, a few weeks ago we found out we are expecting baby #8.  I had been absolutely exhausted and feeling funny but I just assumed it was the extreme lack of sleep and stress surrounding the incident with Puppy.  Then one day at work I smelled something foul and almost lost my lunch.  I couldn't blame that on stress, so I got a test in secret.  I wasn't even really nervous because I really didn't think there was much chance it was positive.  I read a book while waiting the couple of minutes for the results.  When I looked down I just stared.  I grabbed the box because certainly I had misread the directions.  I put the box up to the test.  I must have checked it a hundred times before whispering, "Dear God, NO!"  My baby was just about to turn 7!  It was time for me to be able to carve out some time for me to be able to work on books and stories.  We don't have room for another baby.  I got rid of everything.  I'm 40 years old for crying out loud!  


I cleaned up the evidence and took out the trash so no one would know.  Marty was already at work.  I wandered around the kitchen trying to make sense of supper before I went back up and stood in the bathroom.  Had I really just discovered this or was it some kind of dream?  The garbage was empty, I really had been here.  I called my Mom who happened to be at Hannah's house.  Hannah is my baby sister that Mom was pregnant with when she was 40 and I was pregnant with my first son Josh.  If anyone would understand it was Mom.  I think she was as shocked as I was.  Hannah found it funny.  My brother called in so I switched over to him and figured I might as well let him know because usually I get extremely sick and the Sharathon was only 2 weeks away.  I was supposed to be the prayer room coordinator.  I think I sent him into panic.


I wasn't able to tell Marty till morning when he came home and his reaction still makes me laugh.  "What?  How did that happen?"  I find that especially funny because that's what everyone who has seen me pregnant since #3 seems to say, "You do know what causes that don't you?"  They think its funny, I don't.  But this time coming from my husband it was.  Both our minds went straight to worry about the details and strain it would put on us. Not to mention all the people who would have "witty" things to say as if we hadn't heard it all a million times.  


It took 3 days to finally get my kids all together to tell them.  When we announced it, first there was shock and disbelief.  Eli who had been being teased all weekend looked at me wisely and said, "Wait a minute, you don't look pregnant."  I assured everyone I was not kidding and a celebration broke out.  Everyone was talking at once and cheering and laughing.  It was good for my soul because my kids were contagious and I realized I was getting bogged down in the worry that isn't mine instead of treasuring the blessing that God says it is.


Such a lesson for all of us.  God gives us a gift and we start worrying about all the details instead of treasuring and thanking the Giver, who does not give and leave us but instead not only gives the gift but also provides the needs.  I have actually been able to keep food down this time!  I'm not feeling great and I'm certainly exhausted but I can still function.  Sharathon was tough but I was even able to get through that with the help of Victoria.  Josh did the driving since it was some late nights. Kristin did all the cooking in my absence and Jared made sure the dishes stayed caught up.  Matthew and Noah have kept the laundry up and Eli is getting really good at cleaning the bathroom. In fact, one of the most awesome things about this, has been watching as each of my kids in their own way have stepped up and taken on responsibilities to keep our home functioning.  What a blessing they have been!


Can I encourage you, Mommy's and Daddy's, that it is never too early to teach your children that they are a valuable and necessary part of the family.  I can't tell you how many broken dishes I've had to clean up or how many pieces of laundry I've had to refold but my kids learned that they could and should be a help around the house.  Not only does it help you but it helps them to know and value the work that is needed to keep things running.  It lets them know that they are a vital part of this thing called family and helps them belong.  I've never been able to pay them for it, so they have learned that some things you just do because they need done.  I've struggled through the years wondering if I was doing all this stuff right but seeing the very tangible fruits now and the fact that they are stepping up on their own, tells me that maybe I did a few things right.  


I'm actually looking forward to this baby now and almost as excited as them, now if I could just feel better...


So for all of you who are facing a blessing in disguise, hang in there.  If God brought you to it He will bring you through it.  And if you have eyes to see, you will see so many blessings in it that you will lose count of them.  We serve a great God who loves His children desperately.

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God is Good

9/15/2013

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My family and I have been blown away by how many comments have been seen and how many news sources we have been on.  We never even called them.  They showed up on our porch.  Besides our own local news, it has been on news channels in AZ, MS, SC, and even America News Now. I received a link to a news source that had comments on it from Scotland, UK, Australia, New Zealand and all over the US! This blog has over 2,000 hits in the last week!  There are so many of you who have been hurt by our story and that makes me sad but your prayers and encouragement have been life giving.  I can certainly relate to the many angry comments but to be honest I've had to stop reading them because it makes my heart heavy.  So many people talk about the story as if they know something but they are incorrect in their understanding of the whole story.  Others try to defend us or Chris but most of the time even they don't have the story quite right.  It takes great self control to not respond and just let things go.  Our battle isn't in the media, or even against our neighbor.  Our battle is against our own desires to lash out and defend ourselves.  It is in allowing God to heal us and help us to forgive despite the pain because that really is the only true way to being free and well.  If we cling to bitterness it will only lead to our own imprisonment, so daily we must choose to forgive and let God take care of the punishment.  He alone knows the heart and motive of everyone. He alone knows the depth of the trauma and pain that has been inflicted upon our family.  He is a just God and he knows the absolute Truth. We have a lawyer and many good law enforcement officers who are seeking to bring justice.  The battle is not ours, it is God's and in that we will put our trust and hope.  We would greatly appreciate your prayers in the meantime because this is really really tough.

On a happy note, Matthew encouraged Noah and Eli outside yesterday.  They would not be alone and they actually played in our other neighbors yard where they couldn't see the scene, but they did go outside and I even heard some laughter.  As I talk to the rest of my kids we try to remember and treasure the time we did have with Puppy rather than focusing on how tragically and quickly his life ended.  We still step over boards that kept Puppy out of the living room even though they are gone.  We still expect Puppy to come running when we drop a crumb or walk in the door.  There's no telling what will bring a tearfall but we are intentionally trying to move forward treasuring the love and memories.  We feel your prayers as God is slowly helping us heal in the midst.

I have a niece who is autistic and she is one of my greatest joys.  When she heard that our Puppy had died she decided to pray.  (For her own protection she doesn't know the whole story of how.)  After she was in bed for the night my sister heard her moving around upstairs and found her seeking privacy in the bathroom to pray.  She insisted that she needed to pray so my sister gave her 10 minutes.  After 10 minutes she put her to bed.  A few minutes later my niece came down the stairs very happy, telling her mom that God said, "Yes."  My sister inquired the next morning and my niece said she had two things she had to ask God.  First - would we all be safe.  Second - will Noah and Eli ever be happy again.  She could not have known those were my two deepest questions and I am treasuring and clinging to the promise from the mouth of a babe.  Sometimes when the darkness threatens to consume and swallow me up I remind myself aloud, "God said, 'Yes'."  Prayers for protection would be much appreciated as Eli keeps asking who Chris will kill next and I can't say I don't wonder with him, but I will cling to the promise that no matter what happens here I have a home in Heaven and so do all of my family members.

That brings me to the thing that keeps going through my mind.  This man needs prayer for healing and salvation.  I am humbled and amazed when I think that my own sin brutally killed God's own son right before the eyes of his mother and Father, yet if I ask God, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins.  He not only forgives but offers freedom and life abundantly forever.  Yet there are many who know about the story and they choose not to accept that forgiveness.  They try to justify in so many ways through good works hoping that the good will somehow outweigh the bad.  They compare themselves to people like Chris and claim they aren't that bad so somehow they should get a free pass.  But please hear the heart that is bleeding for you if you are one who has not received the free gift of salvation.  All of our sins brutally killed Jesus who was absolutely innocent.  Everyone of us is guilty of sin before a holy God.  Just as Puppy took the bullet that could have gone crazy and struck one of my children, Jesus Christ took the bullet called sin that would have killed each of us and because of his unjust sacrifice we are free to live in the safety of His home, if we will just accept the invitation.  That my friends is radical undeserved forgiveness and if my God can forgive me, then somehow with His help we will be able to forgive, also.  Please pray for Chris that he also will give his heart to Christ who can heal all the pain that is built up inside him that would cause him to react to a Puppy in such an irrational manner.

If you have never known the joy of forgiveness would you please pray to our loving Savior and ask him to fill you with His Life.  Let me know you have so I can celebrate with you.  If you don't have a church find one and tell them so they can encourage and celebrate with you. If you live near Bowling Green, I happen to know a church who will do just that.  It is Dayspring on Route 25 and you are invited anytime. (Sun 9 or 11, Wed 7)

If you do know Jesus and you have a home church then please pray with us.  This is the prayer we would like you to agree with us on.

Dear Lord,
You know every detail of what happened last week and you know how deeply everyone involved is hurting.  Please be near to the broken-hearted and bring healing.  Give peace where there is fear and comfort where there is pain.  Help us to forgive the unforgivable despite our desire to become bitter.  Do not let bitterness have it's way in our lives.  We pray that you would protect us and not allow any more harm to come to any of the people involved.  Please provide us the ability to get a fence and to know when it is safe again to bring another puppy home.  Be our defender and let Truth reign in this situation.  Give us patience as justice seems too slow and the void that was Puppy screams for justice.  Help us to lean into You and give us strength for each new day.
In Jesus name,
Amen


Thank you again, to all of you.  Your prayers have literally carried us this far.

Many Blessings,
Misty Sunshine

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Overwhelmed

9/10/2013

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Overwhelmed is a major understatement for how all of us feel right now.  I am trying to remain rational in the midst of nothing rational.  I hear so many in an outcry  and I am screaming the loudest.  None of this should have happened ever.  What he did to Puppy was devestating but what he has done to my family is unspeakable.  Only God can heal this and I trust that over time He will.  The prayers and support have been the only thing carrying us through.  

We have contacted a lawyer & the police are doing everything the law will allow.  Many people have reported issues with the neighbor in the past but we never would have guessed he'd pull something like this.  I don't understand why the same man who would coax Puppy into his driveway would suddenly turn on him and hate him so.  I have much that I want to say but I'm not sure how much I can because everything is still so up in the air.  The kids are going to take a long time to heal.  In 2006 our 15 year old golden retriever collie died but we were unable to get another puppy due to renting, so we ended up with a rabbit and guinea pigs to try and fill the void.  We lived in the Cleveland area at the time.  At the end of 2011 we lost our aunt in a tragic car accident.  We moved into the family home here in Pemberville shortly after.  Our kids were not keen on leaving all their friends but there was one bright spot - we could finally get their much prayed for puppy.  Because the house was in such need of work we postponed until Feb 2013 when a past youth pastor announced they had puppies to give away.  The only one left was the one we had already all fallen in love with and wanted.  A couple days later we drove 3 hours one way to get him.  This Sunday in only 3 minutes he was stolen away from us.  How do you comfort a sobbing child who can't understand why anyone would rob her of the puppy she has begged and prayed for for years?  How do you control the rage that builds inside as you hold your 2 babies all night because every time they close their eyes they see a man they called friend with a gun as he murders their beloved pet.  Movies can't even show animals being killed because everyone knows it isn't something you get over.  How can you make sense of any of it?  You can't.  I can't.  But I feel the prayers of the saints as they have lifted us up and because of God's grace we can still breathe.

We live in a broken world.  It was not created this way but we chose to seek our own will instead of God's and as He warned sin has brought death. I thank God that there is a Heaven and that no matter how bad it gets here it is the worst that His children will ever know.  But on the flip side no matter how good it gets here it is the best that anyone who refuses to submit to God's will will ever know.  Chris is not living in submission to God's will and doesn't have the assurance of Heaven.  He is an ill man who needs to meet a healing Savior.  Please pray that he will because Hell is not a nice place.  That does not let him off the hook.  There should still be consequences or he will continue to believe that he can literally get away with murder. Please also pray for his family as they are hurting through all of this as well.  His wife has been nothing but loving toward our family and she loved Puppy as well.  

Here though is where I come begging for help.  Prayer is the most important thing you can do & please don't just say you are, actually do it because God hears and answers.  Tonight Chris is next door in his own bed with his own puppy while my children are terrified to go outside as they mourn the loss of the puppy that he took from them.  There is something desperately wrong with that on every level.  I do not understand all the loopholes of laws and I know a lawyer friend is looking into how to do something more but there are loopholes that he is getting through and most of what people are talking about has no real value because the law doesn't agree from what I am being told.  He will appear in court tomorrow (Sept.11) at 10 AM but the only charges are inducing panic and injuring an animal.  That doesn't get him help that gets him nothing and we are left with the mess.  From what I understand there could be fines but how does that help us, right now I couldn't care less if the county makes some money, what about my children.  If he had shown them porn he'd be locked up right now but he can murder their beloved pet without remorse and walk around like nothing happened!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  

What I need is someone who can help us make him get help someplace away from a school and a family with 7 children.  I cannot get them another puppy as long as that man is there.  Even if I could afford a fence, I would not dare put another puppy at risk.  That's not right!  Someone somewhere knows someone who can be the answer to our prayers with knowledge and resources far beyond ours.  Please please put the word out until that prayer is answered.  He is a veteran whose wife has to tell him over and over, "the war is over".  He needs help before someone is hurt worse.  There has to be something that can be done.  Please pray and share.

Thank you,
Misty Sunshine


Toledo 11 News did an interview today.  If you want to see it the link is:  http://www.toledonewsnow.com/story/23397364/pemberville-puppy-shot-and-killed-in-front-of-children


Also, someone just sent me a note that we are on the front page of the Sentinel Tribune.  The link is:  http://www.sent-trib.com/front-page/blog


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Please pray for us!!!!

9/8/2013

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Dear frinds,  Please forgive me for having to blog post to inform but I have been strong for my 7 children and I just don't have teh strength to talk to each of you individually.  Please know this is personally from me to you. 


I had set today aside to post a new blog and tell you about some very exciting news concerning a 2nd bathroom in our house but instead we were hit with a tragedy.  Our next door neighbor pulled a gun out adn shot our puppy right in front of Noah and Eli.  Puppy ran as far as our back porch where he died in Josh's arms.  I am up right now with 2 very frightened little boys who see it again every time they close their eyes.  We have prayed over them and I'm playing worship music in the living room with all teh ligts on but Eli keeps asking who he is going to kill next.  When he pulled the gun he yelleed at Noah to get the H back because Noah was chasing puppy to make sure he stayed in our yard.  Noah thought he was giong to shoot him  Kristin just sobs.  she prayed so long for a puppy an d now this.  None of this makes any sense and all teh nieghbors are in disbeliev because Puppy wasn't mean. The neighbor used to call him over to his driveway while we were trying to train him to stay onour property.  It just dowsn't make any sense.  He is a vietnam vet and he has always been hard to figure out but we did our best to stay out of his way.


Just 2 days ago his wife begged me ato pray for him because he is not a nice man.  Please pray for her she is jusat a s much a victim in this.  she loved puppy too.  thank God for his family several of them heard and came .  some of teh men buried puppy and teh ladies cleaned up teh blood all over teh porch.  Hartzell's brought pizza and Matthew because he wasn't home whne it all happened.  


I thought this aftenoon was crzy enough when I called 911 because we couldn't find Victoria who went out for a run.  It turns our she missed a turn and got lost so when I drove her route she wasn't on it.  a friend from church spotted her and brought her home.  her 4 mile run became 8.  I had barely recoverd from that when I got a call from josh to pray.  he was in hysterics.  
sorry about all the typos I just can't seem to make my fingers work and I don't have teh energy to fix everything just the really bad stuff.


Thank you for all your support and prayers.


Misty sunshine

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