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A Digging Deep SpecialA Digging Deep Special Tradition In Worship: Are We Too Bound? Listen Now! Part 1 Part 2 Direct Link on Talkshoe - Digging Deep in God's Word http://www.talkshoe.com/tc/112808 *This podcast is for women, by women. Also available on iTunes.

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SPRING WEDDING SPECIAL!SPRING WEDDING SPECIAL! If you are like the Colleys, you have several wedding gifts to buy or make this spring. Lots of Colley House customers are ordering multiples of the marriage book "You're Singing My Song" for wedding showers this year. So here's a little help: Spring Wedding Special! You're Singing My Song Buy three copies and get...

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NEW Book on Homeschooling NEW Book on Homeschooling Available NOW! First of all, it’s not an indictment against those who have made or will make another choice. Secondly, it’s surely not the work of an author who thinks she has arrived at the pinnacle of the homeschooling climb. (How can anyone ever think she knows everything about a phenomenon that’s as old as...

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Digger Doug’s Underground Rocks by Apologetics PressDigger Doug’s Underground Rocks by Apologetics Press Songs written and performed by Caleb Colley. Digger Doug’s Underground Rocks is not for worship/devotional use. Join Digger Doug and Iguana Don for a rockin’ treat! Digger Doug’s Underground Rocks, a new music CD from Apologetics Press, is a collection of fun songs about science for kids. Twelve original songs...

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Picking Melons and Mates by Cindy ColleyPicking Melons and Mates by Cindy Colley Here it is! The children's book that's for toddlers and teens about choosing wisely. It's especially about using godly wisdom when it's time to choose a mate for life. The best thing about this book is that it has a three-week Family Bible Time Guide in the back that any parent can easily follow. The first in a Family Bible...

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Guest Writer: Lisa Waddell

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The Wedding Vortex and Serious Thinking

If you have been anywhere in the proximity of the Colleys lately, you’ve  noticed that we are in what Caleb, my son, who is home for his summer break, refers to as “the wedding vortex.”  He, almost correctly, assumes that anything I am typing, cooking, gluing, painting, sewing, cleaning, polishing, loading, unloading or paying for (especially the paying part) is on account of the wedding. When the phone rings, he says, before he even checks the caller ID, “It’s for you, mom. It’s about the wedding.” We already know that next Saturday it will feel strange to wake up and not feel the urgency to do something to prepare for it.  That’s right. Next Saturday the wedding will be history and I will be having a head examination for not insisting on an elopement!  What were her dad and I thinking?!

Seriously, what we are thinking is…well, we’re thinking…seriously. Nothing will ever be the same in our world. She will never truly come home and be ours again. She really will go away with a man…Ben, and, when she comes back, she will not be sleeping in that little twin cherry rope bed that her dad built her for Christmas when she was two. That’s the reason for the gnawing feeling that has its way of edging into every conversation about the wedding.  It’s just that, like Anne of Green Gables, Jo of Little Women, and, more recently, Woody from Toy Story, we are wistful, sentimental and  a little sad about change.

So, my friend and fellow elder’s wife, Lisa Waddell, wrote me this letter last week. It’s from her heart. It’s real and it will give you an important perspective on life’s changes. Many thanks to Lisa for words I needed to hear and heed. Four more days!

Ok my friend…since we cannot get together for therapy before the wedding, I hope you will indulge me a few minutes to pass along something that happened to me that literally changed me…
It started almost 12 years ago when Cory was a senior in High School. Like you, monumental occasions in my children’s lives have always been very special to me…lots of emotion was always expected from  mom. Three days into Cory’s senior year one of his classmates and a very dear girl to this family was in a car accident that ultimately took her life. It was such a very, very difficult time for the school and that senior class that had been together for so many years. Cory was one of her pallbearers…they had been friends since cradle roll class at church.
Fast forward now to graduation: I was a basket case!!! Could not quit crying about how my family was changing and literally grieving over how my firstborn was graduating and going off to college. It was not a happy time for me. I remember walking into the gym that night for graduation, not doing very well emotionally, and upon entering the gym seeing that empty chair with a large pink ribbon on it. It hit me like a ton of bricks! I was upset and crying that my child was growing up, starting a new chapter in his life and starting to go into to the world to put into practice the things that his dad and I had tried to instill in him.  But, here in front of me was an empty chair and off to the side a set of parents who would give anything to have Kimberly there to do exactly what I was upset over. I am serious when I say it hit me like a two by four in the face! Not one more tear came out of me that night. My sister-in-law even commented afterwards that she “was really surprised” at how well I did and that I did not cry at all.
Cindy, all I can tell you is that it really changed the way that I have viewed all the “life changing” events of my children’s lives. Graduations became different. Weddings became different. Jobs taking them half way across the country became different. I keep in mind that this is part of why I was blessed to have had them given to me. It is my job and privilege to have had them given to me, by God, to help prepare them for this life and all the changes and challenges that it has to offer and so I proudly watch as the cycle continues and they move on to all the things that God has planned for them.
I am thankful that Cory, Lincoln and Melissa have all graduated…married….taken jobs away from me (well, except Melissa). When I think of Ray and Carolyn and what they no longer have with Kimberly, I will gladly watch as my children grow, learn and move on to their lives out from under the wings of home. And yes… while it means that MY life changes and will not be the same as what I have treasured for so many years, I thank God that my children have grown and moved on to start their own lives and that I was so blessed to be able to have been given the responsibility of raising, training and teaching those precious souls. MY life has been forever changed because of the blessing of…them. You know, the things I feared for so long about how my life would never be the same?…I do promise you, life just gets better through the years! I promise.
When I look at the children with whom God has entrusted you and Glenn to train and raise…I see wonderful children and parents who have given it their all to raise them as God planned. I have no doubt that the best for your family (different as it may be) is waiting for you around the corner!
I am in no way saying that these monumental times in your childrens’ lives should not stir up emotions. You would not be a mom if they didn’t. I am just trying to encourage you to look at this as a new birth in your family and not that you are losing something. You are about to get an amazing new son!!!
I can’t wait to see all the new, exciting times and adventures that are going to come to the Colley family!
This week and next will be a whirlwind for you all. Bask in all that being the “mother of the bride” brings and watch with pride as your daughter joins her life with such a wonderful young man as Ben.
You will do great. I have no doubt. 

With much love and prayers for you,
Lisa

Where’s the Joy? (part 3)

Category : Bless Your Heart by Cindy Colley

THERE IS JOY IN REPROACH     

“But even if you should suffer for righteousness’ sake, you are blessed. ‘And do not be afraid of their threats, nor be troubled’” (1 Pet.3:14). “But rejoice to the extent that you partake of Christ’s sufferings, that when His glory is revealed, you may also be glad with exceeding joy” (1 Pet. 4:13).

First Peter is the epistle on suffering. It is replete with exhortations and encouragement for those first century Christians who were being persecuted for their faith. We thank God in our assemblies today for the privilege of gathering to worship without fear of persecution. That line was not in their prayers. We ask God to help us be faithful unto death. This was not mere rhetoric in their prayers. The tyrannical powers of the Roman Empire were thirsty for the blood of Christians. The methods of torture inflicted on believers were unthinkably inhumane. Real life issues for them were not about whether or not it was socially acceptable or politically correct to confess the Savior. The issue for them was whether to confess and die or deny and live. While 1 Peter was written against this backdrop of incredible persecution it could just as aptly be called the epistle of joy, for joy and hope fairly oozed from the parchment as the words of this great apostle were read in the quiet and hidden rooms of worship.   These were Christians who, earlier in the same day, had likely been placed in real and perilous situations because of their alliances with Christ. The Holy Spirit was, through this letter of Peter, giving people who desperately needed comfort, security and hope, a reason to leave those secret assemblies with determination to endure for Christ, whatever the cost. 
      
We sit on padded pews in buildings that have large signs in the yard proclaiming that what we are doing inside is worshiping. In our assembly each week, there are police officers and elected officials, who not only endorse what we are doing in the service of Christ, but participate heartily. So when 1 Peter is read in our meeting places, we may not receive the same blessing they did in the first century. Some may even think the comfort offered in 1 Peter seems like overkill in our comfortable society.  After all, a spiritual survival kit like I Peter is hardly necessary when we have it so easy…or is it?
      
Consider the words of Paul in II Timothy 3:12:
      “Yes, and all who desire to live godly in Christ Jesus will suffer persecution.”
      
I’m convinced that if we are His…really living godly lives in Him, we will suffer some form of persecution. I’m convinced that if my life is void of sacrifice and any discomfort resulting from my faith, then my faith is not what it should be. I think of our teenage girls today in the Lord’s body. I look at the styles of clothing that are the norm in our society. I cannot imagine a teen girl today who exhibits modesty at all times not being excluded from certain activities or facing taunting because of her “different” look. I think of the entertainment crazed culture around us and am sure that those who refuse to be entertained by movies laced with profanity and sexuality must be excluded from certain groups or activities and face the ridicule of their peers. I reflect on the materialism that drives parents, even in our churches, to allow others, even non-Christians, to be the primary caregivers for their children.  When I think about this societal norm, I come to the conclusion that those who choose to sacrifice income for Christian child-rearing are doing just that…sacrificing for the cause of Christ. So how does joy factor into this picture of sacrifice?
      
I confess that, at times, it’s difficult to recognize the joy in sacrifice. But I believe joy results from sacrifice, first, because if 1 Peter teaches anything at all, it teaches this.  Secondly, I believe joy results from sacrifice because I understand that the biggest part of Christian joy happens when I’m finished living here on earth. (1 Peter says that, too. Check out chapter 1, verses 6-9.) Thirdly, I believe that sacrifice comes from joy, because the fact is recognizable in my life and in the lives of those around me. My daughter was baptized on a night when she was sacrificing a play rehearsal in order to attend a gospel meeting. That was a time of joy. I know of many teens who’ve sacrificed parties, proms, movies and more because they were Christians. I don’t know a single one who regrets having made the sacrifice for Christ. I know of many who wish they had.  I know a host of mothers who’ve given up careers to fulfill godly roles in the home and 100% of those I know who have done it have experienced joy because of this decision.
      
Finally, I know there is joy in reproach because of the words of Christ in Luke 6:22, 23:

Blessed are you when men hate you, and when they exclude you,    
and revile you, and cast out your name as evil, for the Son of    
Man’s sake. Rejoice in that day and leap for joy! For indeed your    
reward is great in heaven, for in like manner their fathers did to the         
prophets.

This is a promise of Christ. The reaction that I should have to this promise is specified. When I am blessed, yes blessed, with an opportunity to sacrifice something that’s important to me, to be excluded from a group of my peers, or to be ridiculed because of my spirituality I should rejoice and leap for joy!  I can do this but it takes a retrospective look at the prophets who have already suffered for their faith (verse 23), and an anticipatory look, by faith, into heaven (verse 23). What this means, in practical terms, is that I can do this IF I stay in the Book. When I am buoyed by the victories of those great heroes of faith listed in Hebrews 11 and by the precious promises of my God, I can rejoice when I am called to suffer reproach in this life. 
                                
YOU ONLY GO AROUND ONCE
So you might as well be joyful in Christ. You can view Christianity as a life of restrictions and that’s what Christianity will be…restrictive. You can view Christianity as a life of joyful commitment and that’s what it will be. If you view it as a joyful commitment, you can say with Paul,  “For this reason I also suffer these things: nevertheless I am not ashamed; for I know whom I have believed and am persuaded that he is able to keep what I have committed (emphasis added) unto Him until that Day.” And that Day will be the most joyful of all!
      
Oh, by the way, the happiest man I know is not in an asylum.  He is an elder who studies his Bible and seeks to restore, to reproduce spiritually, and often bears reproach.  His joy is found in his commitment.
      
(This post and the previous two are taken largely from ‘How Shall I Be Remembered?” Edited and produced by Freed Hardeman University Associates and available at Freed Hardeman University Bible Bookstore.)

When It’s Hard

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If I submit when it’s easy…
When it makes sense to me,
Doing God’s Will when I think it best,
Then I’m not really obeying…
Not submitting at all
When it’s difficult…there lies the test.

When the culture screams one thing,
The Word whispers another,
When I can’t understand that command;
When I wriggle and wrest
But I know His way’s best,
That’s the time when I’m under His hand.

Faith is not faith when
You see why it works.
When you know why each move you are making.
The steps that will lead me
To heaven with Him
Are the ones I don’t know why I’m taking.

He’s saved all His best
For His children of faith,
But the best is not yet for beholding.
When my eyes are too weak
For the heaven I seek
I just trust in the Hand I am holding.

Expectations Make Exceptions

Category : Bless Your Heart by Cindy Colley

A couple of weekends ago, my daughter Hannah and I were blessed to get to be part of a girls’ retreat in Tennessee. It was jam packed with devotionals, study sessions, questions and answer sessions, games, a scavenger hunt and even some hula-hooping. There were lots of cool t-shirts and goody bags. And there was a little sleeping.

I sometimes become discouraged when speaking to groups of teens.  It’s often hard to get them to interact in a class situation. Sometimes they even appear bored, or worse, agitated by the discussion of Biblical themes. Not so with this group.

The theme of the retreat was “Pure on Purpose.” Difficult, but practical topics like dress, language, appropriate touching between boyfriends and girlfriends, dancing, and marriage/divorce/remarriage were among the things we discussed. The tone was serious and respectful. And the questions came and they came and then they came some more. Honest faces, searching for real truth from the Bible and hearts that were genuinely enthusiastic about making decisions now that will give them security in God-approved marriages later were the norm in that 48-hour seminar. I left with an overdue optimism, my soul restored.

Looking back, I largely credit one particular lady, for the tenor of that retreat. There was this one group of about seven girls in attendance. It was their Bible class teacher who brought them to the retreat. They obviously had a great deal of respect for her and it showed in the way they treated her and in the way they talked about their Bible class with other girls during our free times. This one woman had somehow, in the midst of a “crooked and perverse generation” gotten hold of the hearts of these girls and nurtured a strong bond between them and, most importantly, between them and the Lord. She had turned them into leaders and the other girls in attendance definitely looked to these seven girls as the role models at this retreat. In this case, the cool girls were the spiritually-focused girls.

Asking questions about their class, I came up with my best guess about the reason for the maturity and pliability. It was that the teacher of this little Bible class for girls expected big things of them. They began telling me about the assignments for the Bible class; how they divided up the difficult topics like homosexuality, modesty, fornication, drug abuse, dancing and obsessive behaviors. Each girl was assigned a topic to research, from the Good Book and from external sources. She was to prepare a lesson to present to the class complete with a handout for each girl. The use of other visual aids like power point was optional, but it seemed that most of them prepared a power point. Each of these teen girls had already effectively conducted a seminar on her assigned topic. Look out ladies. You will be hearing from these girls. They will write. They will speak. They will influence women for the cause. And the facilitator for all of the forthcoming good is a Bible class teacher who saw potential and took on the responsibility of developing it.

When you talk with her, this teacher will tell you that these girls are exceptional; that she is the one who has been blessed by the privilege of teaching them. She is right. They are exceptional. But exceptional kids become the exceptions in a world of mediocrity-at-best, when someone expects more. While schools are dumbing down the programs in the ever elusive quest to build self-esteem—while government is writing checks for moms who continue to have babies out of wedlock—while lawyers are facilitating indolence in a society of people looking for the easy way out—and while many teen Bible classes are little more than “feel-good” story-telling times that require no preparation or participation—here is proof, once again, that raising the bar makes kids jump higher. It makes them happier. It makes them excited and purposeful about Christianity.  Most importantly, it makes them heaven-bound. Teens want to be challenged!

At least one of the girls in this group is the daughter of an atheistic college professor. Did you get that? This girl faces persecution and discouragement at home on a daily basis. Her parents are not at all happy about this “Christianity thing.”  But she is thriving on the support system available in the body of Christ and, more particularly, in this class. She will let you know quickly that her decision is a lifetime commitment with very practical ramifications and that looking back is not an option.

One teacher. One committed heart. Seven precious souls looking to her and finding the motivation to excel for Christ. Then fifty people in a room overlooking a lake in middle Tennessee looking to these seven girls. While we looked, we grew a little stronger, a little more determined to live in purity, and a little more appreciative of the life-changing power of the gospel. While we looked, our souls were restored.

A Bird in a Basket

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This past Saturday I spoke at a ladies seminar in the state of California. It was a great day–rewarding in lots of ways for me. It was a stormy weekend in my home state of Alabama, while sunny and calm in California. Sometimes it’s just a little serendipity when I get to slip away from the storms (in my mind and in the sky) and enjoy a space of calmness. I actually got to sit on a tiny sunny townhouse patio and visit with a sister I’d never met before. Two small birds live in a basket on that patio and I stood about two feet from Mr. or Mrs. Bird (not sure which) and clicked his/her photo. (I really wish I had brought along my Canon rather than just my cell phone.) I’m told that those birds come back each year and have begun to feel so comfortable in that basket that sits among some artificial flowers on a plant stand, that they don’t even bother to stir when people walk all around them. Before the evening was over, we had five people within a very few feet of the nest and no panic in the nest whatsoever. My host told me that one of that family of birds plucked one of those artificial flowers one year, took it around to her front yard and used it in the building of it’s own nest in a front yard tree.

My host, Mrs. Maggie, knows a lot about the birds that feather that nest each year. But she cannot be sure it is the same birds year after year. She pays close attention to their patterns of nest-sitting. She knows that it is both a male and female that exchange places sitting, for she looks through her kitchen window (only a few inches away) and sees them swapping places. She knows that baby birds are born there each spring because there are a few fleeting days between the hatching and the flying when she enjoys watching them grow. All she has to do is keep putting the basket out for them year after year and they check-in as if they know their upscale room is reserved.

But did you ever think about how that God, from somewhere as far away as heaven and yet closer than that kitchen window does know whether it’s the same birds year after year? He knows whether or not the original nest sitters have survived the winter. In fact, he will know the exact moment that the bird in my photograph falls never to fly again.

Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father (Matthew 10:29).

The passage goes on to ask the rhetorical question: “Aren’t you more valuable than many sparrows?” God knows and cares about the nest home of those birds and its inhabitants. He knows about my home and its inhabitants, too. He knows that one day, like the sparrow I too, will fall. But I am of more value than many sparrows and I, who have never before taken wing will, on that “glad morning when this life is o’er, fly away.” Praise the God Who cares for the tiny bird in the basket, but cares infinitely more for me.

If Not Me, Who?

Category : Bless Your Heart by Cindy Colley

You were seated next to someone who shared with you a sorrow.
You met a woman in the mall whose surgery is tomorrow.
Someone on your son’s team needs a ride home from the game.
And that woman on your email list needs prayer…what was her name?!
The coach said you could have a devo if someone would just plan it.
There’s a booth uptown to hand out tracts if someone could just man it.
Your  neighbor has a new baby.  She could use some help with dinner.
She’s really not religious…there’s a chance that you could win her.
There were visitors last Sunday . They sat just across the aisle.
But when you’d gathered up your things, they’d left;  that took a while.
You pray for missionaries who are in the “foreign fields”
You ask Him to guide, guard, direct and keep you in his Will.
You prayed along in worship that God would open up a door.
Can you not see them all ajar?  What could God do more?
There are places He will lead you with His providential hand.
Times when there’s a cause and only you can take a stand.
There are moments that are ripe for showing some lost soul the way;
Situations… conversations… words  just you can say.
Sometimes, the task is obvious, the job is yours to do.
The question begs of each of us , “O Lord, If not me…who?”