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Kalyn Cherry Waller

Kalyn has not turned Hindu....she was simply a mama desperate for some sticker entertainment in flight  with a 20 month old! Ahhhhhhhh.....traveling as Grammy has neat perks. I am assuming someone else calculated the snacks, the diaper and the toy count.  I just get to take pictures and watch her discover the airplane lights.Kalyn Cherry Waller

This week I have been particularly alerted to the wonder of the seasons of life. As surely as spring beings its annual transformations without my assistance, the seasons of my family's life  keep rolling along whether I want them to or not.  As a younger mom, I would often look ahead wanting to rush myself forward to the next plateau or development. Now, I want to slow everyone down! But in reality, I don't have the luxury of either option. For God, himself, is the orchestrator of seasons.

So my next best option? Enjoy.....I mean really enjoy....the season we are in. Take time to laugh at their silly Kyla Wallerjokes and remember the corny movie line with them. That is my family fun advice for this week. Simple. And yet profound.

Oh, I know we are all busy keeping our lives running and achieving and earning. But the best are the moments when you catch a glimpse afresh at why you are running, achieving, and earning anyway.

P.S. .....We made it a whole week with keeping our house in greater order! I think we are on to something this time! Read about our Messy House Weirdness HERE.

Josiah kindergarten tn

It’s time for another Family Fun Friday Link-Up!  It’s our new tradition here at Frontline Moms.

Because we spend so much of the week Unmasking and frontlining and aiming for the remnant, we need a little dose of Family Fun come Friday!

My daughter Tara at Mommy Head Adventures is helping us with this.

So link up your Family Fun blog post for all of us to see. Just make sure it’s family friendly, and fun.

What kind of fun?

  • Fun crafts
  • Fun kid recipes
  • Fun family outings
  • Fun mom games, or
  • Funny stories of your family

We hope you will share our fun button which you can find on the sidebar.

And here’s my post for the Family Fun Friday:

Midlife Pregnancy Joy and Laughter

The two lines appeared in the window, and I was absolutely shocked. As a 45-year-old mother of nine, and I had pretty well figured my childbearing years were over. My shock gave way to a crazy mixture of elation and fear.

Figuring out how to add one more child to our joyous home was no problem. Figuring out how to walk gracefully through this midlife pregnancy would be another story.

My tenth pregnancy was definitely a laugh from the word go. I told you about a funny situation that happened at the supermarket near the end of this pregnancy. If you missed it, I invite you to read it here.

At first I assumed that I was having the unusual symptoms of that strange season I had entered call perimenopause. But then came the positive pregnancy test. I had been inwardly wishing for the blessing of another child, and now I was carry him. Instead of the change of life, I had a change in plans.

I remember one visit I had to the maternity care clinic. If you have ever been pregnant, you know the routine well. Step on the scale. Please leave your monthly urine sample on the ledge above the bathroom sink.” I was highly skilled at filling my cup after years of practice.

Because of HIPAA privacy regulations, this particular office had a policy that no names were to be marked on the specimen cup. Instead I was instructed to label it with only with my date of birth.

That morning had been very busy for the nurses, and the ledge was full of specimens. As I added mine to the collection, I burst into laughter. Do you know how ridiculous my early 60s birth date looked amongst that row of 80s and 90s cups?

I laughed even louder when I realized what the next girl or woman might think. Some grandma went potty at her annual physical and thought she was supposed to leave a pregnancy urine sample?

Shopping for maternity clothes was another source of mirth, and a few tears I must confess. Imagine my 45-year-old abdomen, eight months pregnant and great with a child that would eventually weigh in at 9½ pounds. Now imagine it protruding from one of those tight, short maternity belly shirts. Believe me, it was a sight you wouldn’t want to see. I decided to special order.

I can look back and chuckle now. But what a blessing both the pregnancy and birth of Josiah was. Against all odds, I had nine months of total health, an easy, safe delivery, and a 100% healthy baby boy who has become the darling of the whole household.

God's ways are prosperous and yes, He does have an amazing sense of humor.

This post was originally published December 10, 2010.

Update as of 8/16/12: At the top of this post is a picture of Josiah, that little bundle of joy, who this week entered kindergarten.   A new season for him and this not-too-old mama.

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I was walking the hallways of the church yesterday when my son jumped out of his office with the phone in his hand.

Mom, this lady just called in to buy a resource. She is very upset and really needs to talk to you. Can you talk to her?

I ducked into a nearby office and asked how I could help.

Her story immediately brought tears to my eyes.  Christian family…Christian school...14 year old daughter...Sexually abused by the "favorite" teacher in the school....Media camped out on the parent's front lawn...

Teacher arrested after more than 70 letters from him to the girl found....Started with sweet little "nice girl" encouragements...He liked to cheer for her at the sporting events....Asked her to sit by him on the school  bus trip....

Until one day he touched her.....So she brought her parents the letters she had been saving for many months...Explicit tomes that made her parents gasp....

Now many of the students in the school are mad at the girl for removing their favorite teacher...Even some of the teachers shun her in the halls...

And the mother received an anonymous letter of apology from another mom whose daughter had also been abused and parents had not told...

In a news story related to this family's case, the prosecutor was quoted as saying.... “We've definitely seen an increase in the last two-three years in situations where adults or caregivers such as teachers or coaches have been involved in improper relationships with those under their care.”

The prosecutor also said it will be a tough case even though the evidence is clear.

This mama is crying herself to sleep.   Her story hit buttons on the inside of me….Memories that I did not know were still raw. I felt her pain as the sea of regrets threatened to sweep us both away into a land neither of us wanted to visit.

We were both intelligent women with strong protective homes. This was not supposed to happen to our children!

Why had we not learned the truth about predator grooming behaviors before we and our girls were deceived?  As our hearts were knit together by our common pain, we recognized the poignancy of the moment.

Only 3% of sexual offenders will ever see a jail cell. But 100% of mamas want their children protected and whole.

What if we dared to tell other moms our stories, we began to conjecture? What if they began to believe us?

The statistics do not lie: the chances of your child encountering a sexual predator exceed the chances of your child contracting many of the dangerous diseases we rush our kids to doctors to prevent.

Would the answer to Unmasking the Predators be as close as the mamas stepping into the cause?

I do not know exactly what the Lord would have my new friend and I to do together yet, but I asked her permission to tell you part of her story today. She asked me to do just that. She is too weak right now to tell you herself.

Frontline moms, I am convinced you are reading this today because we are called to make a difference. Will you help my friend and I warn other moms and equip them with the information and strategy they need?

I know this is not a comfortable topic. It is "sticky" and offensive by very definition. But it is one that will not be going away as our world spins deeper and deeper into perversion.

I know somehow the Lord will equip us to battle for our children's purity even as it feels like a David and Goliath fight.

I am looking for at least 50 Frontline Moms (or dads or grandmoms) who will help us today by:

1. Sending this post to five of your friends and asking them to become a Frontline Mom by joining this blog site.

2. Go buy a copy of Unmask the Predators at a bookstore or online vendor today. Read it. Grasp deeply this concept of grooming. And then pass it on to a friend. (All my author proceeds I will put back into helping more families like my friend today.) If you truly cannot afford to buy your own copy, email me. (

3. Pray for the grace and wisdom for us at Frontline Family Ministries as we earnestly seek to assist parents in Unmasking.

4. Message me back to let me know you did 1-3.

I have seen the Power of Moms before. I believe it is our turn now!

By Lisa Cherry, Author of Unmask the Predators

Image courtesy of Sanja Gjenero

Linking up to  Weekend Whatever.

By Lynne Davis

One look was all it took. Remember? You saw your baby’s face, and your heart swelled to the bursting point.  A cascade of fierce love and thrilling joy poured out to your precious little one.

God wants you to know that He is looking at you with the same amazing explosion of love that you felt when you first became a mom. You make His heart sing with joy.

He who is love has unleashed His love—His very essence—toward you.

Even if you’ve failed Him, God’s love for you is sure and unfailing. He bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, and endures all things.

So as you celebrate Mothers’ Day, take a moment to look to the Lord and notice His love for you.  What kind of love is it?   It’s an extravagant, parental love like the love you discovered in your heart for your child.

Believe that His love is for you, and trust that it will never fail.

Image courtesy of Renato Cardoso

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What a breathtaking photo…such a look of joy on a face scarred by unspeakable horror.

This young woman named Yubelina nearly died for her Christian faith, left severely burned when Muslims attacked her village in Indonesia.

Voice of the Martyrs ministry featured her disfigured image on its January newsletter cover—and it has become a picture that has struck a chord with Christians worldwide.

Joy in suffering. Beauty in the ugliness of persecution.

An image and reminder we need on this week leading into Easter.

It’s so easy in our modern “feel good” culture to focus on Easter, jumping over the unpleasant description of Christ’s suffering for us on Good Friday so we can fast-forward to his triumphant resurrection celebration on Sunday.

Sadly, in our society Good Friday has become another shopping day for Easter baskets or dresses. Or just another day at work before a holiday weekend.

Long gone are the days I remember as a child going to hear my grandfather preach about the passion of Christ on Good Friday afternoon (which always seemed to be a dark, dreary day with a thunderstorm, as I recall).

We don’t want to dwell on the gory details of how our beloved Jesus was mocked, mauled and left in a mangled state of dislocated joints and skin as He hung dying on the cross. “But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities…”(Isaiah 53:5) The prophet Isaiah also foretold that His “visage was marred more than any man.” (Isaiah 52:14) Would His face have looked worse than Yubelina’s?

Yes, we know in the abstract sense that Christ suffered for us. Likewise we know, abstractly, that Christians like Yubelina suffer in the world today for the Gospel.

But it’s not a place we like to stop and stare.

Certainly it’s not a place we necessarily want to take our children (those old enough, and mature enough, who could handle such discussions or images, that is).

My instinct as a mom?

Shield and protect them from seeing evil. But, shame on me, that should not be my action as a Frontline Mom, who wants to instill a biblical worldview in her children.

Suffering is real today, just as it was 2,000 or so years ago on a cross on Calvary.

Ugly? Yes.

Necessary? Yes.

Beautiful? Truly beautiful? Yes.

How could His suffering be beautiful?

Well, without His willingness to suffer punishment for all of our sins, a disfigured young lady like Yubelina would have no reason to smile—no joy or hope in her heart.

Yet the look she offers out of her one good eye says it all. She loves her Savior. And she bears witness with her scars—and smile—of how beauty lies in His sacrifice.

As I look at our sweet sister, I caught myself humming the hymn, When I Survey the Wondrous Cross, as I wrote this message:

“See, from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down.
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?”

Sorrow and love flowed down our Savior’s body as His blood was poured out for your Salvation and mine.

Embrace that thought today…and share it with others. Let Yubelina’s smile inspire you to reflect the sacrificial love of our Lord tomorrow on (truly) Good Friday.

Image courtesy of Voice of the Martyrs

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