Happy 4th of July! July 2, 2010

From the Metro Moms Blog Team

Now let’s Pray for our KIDS! June 26, 2009

I love the 4th of July!  It is a good reminder to pray for those who are fighting to keep our freedoms. 

But today I’m thinking of my need to pray for my children.  Just as there is a battle raging throughout the world that requires that freedom be protected, there is a battle raging from within and from without our children.

They have an enemy from without.  He is the one who seeks to “rob, kill and destroy” their freedom to worship and serve the One who died to ransom them.  This means the Savior paid the price necessary to buy them back from their captivity to sin and Satan.  The price was His very own life!

They also have an enemy from within their own hearts.  Indwelling sin seeks to take them captive to worldliness, lust, greed, idolatry and spiritual malaise.  This enemy is within us, too, tempting us to dull assumptions that God is in control so do we really need to pray?

Young mother, please pray for your children.  Pray that those who are yet unsaved will experience the conviction of sin and understand their need for a Savior.  Pray for those who are regenerate — that they will experience the strength and power to resist sin and to humbly see their ongoing need for a Savior to walk and grow in godliness.  Pray for each of your children to be visited by the Holy Spirit’s presence and power and that those who have not experienced the baptism of the Holy Spirit will receive this precious gift.

In fact, I’m stopping now to pray for my children and grandchildren.  Perhaps you can stop now, too, and ask the Lord to give you the words to pray for your children.  A mother’s prayers are one of the very best expressions of our love for them.

Posted by Sheree

Pray for our Troops June 25, 2009

While we were enjoying barbecues, fireworks, family and friends yesterday thousands of families were seperated from their loved ones because of their sacrificial service to our country.  As moms it is a privilege to instruct our children about the importance of prayer.  Did you know that you can adopt a member of our Armed Services to pray for as a family?  It’s easy to sign-up and only eternity will reveal the effects that your prayers had on this individual.  What a great follow-up to our nation’s birthday – to pray daily for someone who is making a difference.

Posted by Debi

4th of July Do’s and Don’ts June 24, 2009

Do take advantage of any and all Buy One Get One Free sales on Fireworks.

Do Not wait until 3 pm to grill your burgers,  it will be raining.

Do let your kids stay up late to watch all the fireworks, the loud bangs are going to keep them up anyway.

Do not tell your husband about his red mustache from all of the snow cones he has been eating.

Do meditate on Scripture to battle fear when you use all of those Buy One Get One Free fireworks in your driveway.

Do Not become angry if you can’t find hamburger buns at Publix on the 4th of July.

Do take pictures of your kids waving sparklers in the air.

Do not hold your breath the entire time they are waving them.

Do laugh at yourself when your kids point out your blue tongue from all of the snow cones you have been eating.

Don’t forget to thank God for the country you live in, for the freedoms you have, especially the freedom to worship the Savior freely!!

Happy 4th of July!!!!

Posted by Taraleigh

A Brave Girl June 23, 2009

Today we offer you a short story from the Revolutionary War about a young girl who was indeed quite brave that you can read to your children.  May this be a reminder of God’s great blessing on our country in allowing us to live freely.  Take time to pray for those serving us in the military – for they show bravery daily that we may never read about, yet God sees.  And more than that, He cares for every detail of their lives.
For simple ideas to celebrate the Fourth, check out this site!

By James Johonnot

(Adapted)

In the year 1781 the war was chiefly carried on in the
South, but the North was constantly troubled by bands of Tories and Indians,
who would swoop down on small settlements and make off with whatever they could
lay their hands on.

During this time General Schuyler was staying at his house,
which stood just outside the stockade or walls of Albany. The British commander sent out a
party of Tories and Indians to capture the general.

When they reached the outskirts of the city they learned
from a Dutch laborer that the general’s house was guarded by six soldiers,
three watching by night and three by day. They let the Dutchman go, and as soon
as the band was out of sight he hastened to Albany and warned the general of their
approach.

Schuyler gathered his family in one of the upper rooms of
his house, and giving orders that the doors and windows should be barred, fired
a pistol from a top-story window, to alarm the neighborhood.

The soldiers on guard, who had been lounging in the shade
of a tree, started to their feet at the sound of the pistol – but, alas! too
late, for they found themselves surrounded by a crowd of dusky forms, who bound
them hand and foot, before they had time to resist.

In the room upstairs was the sturdy general, standing
resolutely at the door, with gun in hand, while his black slaves were gathered
about him, each with a weapon. At the other end of the room the women were
huddled together, some weeping and some praying.

Suddenly a deafening crash was heard. The Indian band had
broken into the house. With loud shouts they began to pillage and to destroy
everything in sight. While they were yet busy downstairs, Mrs. Schuyler sprang
to her feet and rushed to the door – for she had suddenly remembered that the
baby, who was only a few months old, was asleep in its cradle in a room on the
first floor.

The general caught his wife in his arms, and implored her
not to go to certain death, saying that if any one was to go he would. While
this generous struggle between husband and wife was going on, their young
daughter, who had been standing near the door, glided by them, and descended
the stairs.

All was dark in the hall, excepting where the light
shone from the dining-room in which the Indians were pillaging the shelves and fighting
over their booty. How to get past the dining-room door was the question, but
the brave girl did not hesitate. Reaching the lower hall, she walked very
deliberately forward, softly but quickly passing the door, and unobserved
reached the room in which was the cradle.

She caught up the baby, crept back past the open door, and
was just mounting the stairs, when one of the savages happened to see her.

“WHIZ”–and his sharp tomahawk struck the stair
rail within a few inches of the baby’s head. But the frightened girl hurried
on, and in a few seconds was safe in her father’s arms.

As for the Indians, fearing an attack from the near-by
garrison, they hastened away with the booty they had collected, and left General
Schuyler and his family unharmed.

Posted by Debi

Lady Liver Tea July 3, 2007

This week we are going to post ways to make your Fourth of July celebration a memorable one for your family.  Following is a story that one of our Blog Moms wrote that we hope you enjoy.    

She awoke earlier than usual. The sun wasn’t even up, but that didn’t stop
her cheery disposition. She was smiling
with anticipation of what this day would bring. Everywhere she looked the past few days reminded her of the celebration
that was soon to come. Today her plans
would finally come to pass, and she couldn’t wait.

First, she gobbled down breakfast – cocoa puffs – her
favorite as long as she could remember. Next, she practically skipped to the garage where her project stood
awaiting her patriotic attention. The
box she needed was just out of reach. She shoved a stool with her foot in just
the right place to enable her to retrieve the box with wobbly determination. Finally, holding this precious package she
set to work, hoping to finish by 9:00 a.m.

With a trio of streamers she wound them in and out and all
around until not a bare spot was seen. There were bells to hang and balloons to tie, but the best part was the
crown she had made yesterday. It looked just
like the crown of Lady Liver Tea. She
wanted to look just like her – standing tall and proud. With her foil-covered flashlight in hand, she
was finally ready and just in time for she could faintly hear the marching
music beginning down the street. She
hurriedly joined the crowd that had gathered and realized that this was her
moment to shine.

She smiled proudly as the others praised her work of
art. She admired their decorations as
well, and quickly lined up as she was told. Suddenly, the music stopped and everyone was quiet. Not understanding the reverence, she looked
up to see all eyes on a beautiful flag – an American flag. Everyone spoke at once with hand over heart:

I pledge
alleeg-ants to the flag
Of the United States of America
And to the
Republic for which it stands,
One Nation,
under God, “in dives a bull”,
With “liver
tea” and “just teeth” for all.

There wasn’t a prouder moment in Jenny’s five years. She was about to take part in her first
Bicycle Parade for it was the Fourth of July.

Posted by Debi