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to, fine. I’ll see if one of the bakeries here can do it. There ya go. No need to get your shorts in a knot over it.
Ronnie
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From:
Rosalyn Ebberly
To:
SAHM I Am
Subject:
[SAHM I AM] TOTW December 13: A Servant’s Heart
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God Rest Ye Merry Gentlewomen!
At this sacred and holy time of year, I have been reflecting on the Incarnation of Christ and all it means. I have just spent several hours this morning meditating on Philippians 2:5-8.
“Have this attitude in yourselves which was also in Christ Jesus, who, although He existed in the form of God, did not regard equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied Himself, taking the form of a bond-servant, and being made in the likeness of men. And being found in appearance as a man, He humbled Himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross.”
I’m so glad God has gifted me with humility. I seem to be able to serve and give, with never a thought for myself, never an ulterior motive. I’ve just always been that way. It gives me joy to see myself made nothing and others being praised. The spotlight has always made me uncomfortable—I’m so self-effacing. In fact, this Christmas, I’ll be baking our special family almond kringle for my sister’s party. For no other reason than the joy it will bring to our relatives and my sister’s guests.
What can you do this week to humble yourself? How can you more faithfully serve others? For those of us, like me, who are already used to living lives of humility and service, this could be a challenge to find some fresh way to take up our cross and deny ourselves. But I think we can rise to the challenge! Let’s brainstorm ways we can make ourselves lesser, so that our families—and ultimately Christ—become greater.
In humility,
Rosalyn Ebberly
SAHM I Am Loop Moderator
“She looks well to the ways of her household, and does not eat the bread of idleness.”
Proverbs 31:27 (NASB)
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From:
Brenna L.
To:
Dulcie Huckleberry
Subject:
Write Me!
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Come on, honey, it wasn’t that bad. You aren’t sitting alone, depressed, in some closet, slurping down Baby Hydrolyte as a form of self-punishment, are you? Please answer me…
I don’t mean to be selfish here, but I could really use some support. I’m going to talk to Darren tonight about adoption, and I’m so nervous. I know he’s going to say we don’t have the money, that Madeline is as dear to him as any biological child. But the truth is that he’s really hurting over the fact that he’s the one with the fertility problem.
I told you that, didn’t I? He FINALLY got his sperm-count (after I told him that was the only thing I wanted for Christmas—I hope he understands the meaning of HYPERBOLE!). It was the most humiliating experience of his whole life, and I wish I hadn’t pushed so hard for it. If we’d lived closer to the lab in Tulsa, we could have “collected the sample at home” and brought it in, but we’re too far away and all the little guys would have been toast by the time we arrived.
So as it turned out, Darren had to go to this lab our doctor contracts with, and this bored-looking receptionist gave him the “specimen container” and showed him to a little room. I think he was too embarrassed to let me come in with him. He promised me he didn’t look at the magazines, but it just makes me angry at the lab because I know how hard he tries to keep his mind pure and here he was, surrounded by filth.
Dulcie, it was just awful! Everyone was so insensitive and unprofessional. A couple of female technicians stood outside the door laughing and talking really loud, and then when he had to turn in the container, they acted like they didn’t even care how embarrassing it was for him. They had a big discussion right in front of him about whether or not there was enough to do the test. The worst part was that his count is terribly low. I’d have a better chance of winning the Iron Man Triathalon than Darren would of fathering a child.
I felt so guilty because I threw him into that situation. I guess I didn’t really stop to think about what it would involve. The worst part is that even though they’ve made a ton of advances in female infertility treatments, there’s not