tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4927319861375525582012-02-15T00:40:38.681-08:00In 2010 my life changed, forever, when my father was sentenced to life in prison. This blog is my story about learning to forgive, let go of the pain and discover what a true father really is. I am unashamedly a follower of Jesus Christ and a deeply broken hearted daughter. My emotions are raw but real. I pray that you find comfort as I share the darkest hour of my life.Taunya Richardshttps://profiles.google.com/114414341571345163255noreply@blogger.comBlogger1001100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492731986137552558.post-63566854407868582422012-02-15T00:40:00.001-08:002012-02-15T00:40:38.782-08:00

Twenty-one years ago I moved to Oregon at the age of  16.  I moved in with a family who agreed to foster me while I finished high school.  They quickly became my adopted family.  This included a dad, a mom, a big brother and a big sister…plus a large extended family. The funny thing was that everyone thought being sent to live with them was a jail sentence.  HA!  To me, it was great!  No more

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To My Valentine: Thank you for letting me be me. I know it’s frustrating. I know I can drive you crazy.  Yes, I tend to be scattered at times.  But we have fun…right? Today, I wanted to let you (and the whole 20 readers of this blog) know that I appreciate the man that you are.  I know you work hard for us.  I know you pray and worry every day about providing for us.  You are doing an

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How do you say goodbye?  How do you move on from something you loved?  Something that shaped who you are?  Something that makes you think of home?  Of being safe?  The church that I left is up for sale.  And although I knew this was inevitable, my heart is broken. Many hours I set here looking forward, for someone to lead me.  Hundreds of my tears are on that carpet.  I wouldn’t trade

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There are stages that we walk through in life. Baby. Toddler. Child. Teen. Adult. Single. Married Widowed. Parent. Grandparent. Stages define where we are in time. They say grief has 7 stages: Shock & Denial Pain & Guilt Anger & Bargaining Depression, Reflection, Loneliness The Upward Turn Reconstruction and Working Through Acceptance and Hope I find myself in

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Learning to Live by Shamarion Whitaker, October 2011 Format:  Paperback/e-Book Publisher:  CrossLink Publishing Length:  204 pages ISBN:  978-0-9826215-8-5   When I was offered the opportunity to review this book, I knew it would be a good tool for my journey.  I didn’t know just how true that would be until I read the book! Shamarion Whitaker has endured the murder of her

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Credit: Wikipedia Jesus’ famous words are quoted or misquoted by believers and unbelievers alike.  There is one quote that the majority of us have heard at least once or twice in our lifetime and it drives me nuts… 1Judge not, that ye be not judged. ( Matthew 7:1 KJV ) Easton’s 1897 Bible Dictionary definition:   (Heb. shophet, pl. shophetim), properly a magistrate or ruler,

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Today is just a day to some.  For us, it’s a milestone day.  It’s a day we once celebrated but now seems vacant. Today my father turns 69.  I wonder what his day will be like. Will he remember years gone by when we would make him handmade greeting cards proclaiming him as ‘The Best Dad Ever”? Will he spend time to reflect of his life journey to the place he is? Does he even remember it’s his

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From Love and Inspiration

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This week I was blessed to be with my sister and brother-in-law as they welcomed their first child into the world.  It was an amazing 58 hours of roller coaster emotions.  In the end, we were rewarded with the presence of a new beautiful life!  There is nothing like seeing my baby sister become a momma!  And my brother-in-law…he’s an AMAZING daddy!  I’m so in awe of them both.  They are an

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Credit Quotes Worth Remembering Community

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Image Credit: Madison Park Church Facing the Demon.  Just what is a demon? Webster’s Definition Definition of DEMON a: an evil spirit  b : a source or agent of evil, harm, distress, or ruin usually daemon : an attendant power or spirit : genius usually daemon : a supernatural being of Greek mythology intermediate between gods and men one that has exceptional

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From Facebook this morning.  Just thought I’d share. Love, Taunya

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Image Credit: Ayo What is it about winter that makes me struggle?  Today, I am grouchy and tired.  I want to do something but feel trapped. I have thoughts of inadequacies.  I find myself thinking that tomorrow morning I can go to the local church…and then do what…I guess, put my chains back on. This walking freely in Christ is tough.  I want joy. I feel sadness. I want peace. I feel

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What do you say when someone is going through a crisis?  I thought I'd just share a few thoughts with you today. What Not to SayThere were several well meaning people who tried to encourage me. I appreciated their sincerity, but often their words were like nails on a chalkboard. When people quoted Romans 8:28 ~ And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who[a]

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This year I am going to start sharing the details of 2010, as I experienced them.  My hope is to have  a recorded detail of the process I went through for those who may find themselves going through this.  I will intermix this with my JOY posts so that one does not become overwhelmed! The day I found out about my father was a BEAUTIFUL day!  I was completely oblivious that my brother was trying

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Credit: Quotes Worth Remembering Love, Taunya

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My heart is bleeding tonight.  Stories. Of another child. Victim of sexual abuse.  People around her working overtime to protect the abuser, not the child. I am sick. When is it enough?  How many innocent children have to be prey to this deviant behavior?  When do we as a society get past the taboo of sexual abuse and start talking about it?  I say it is now.  WE NEED TO BREAK THE

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One of my favorite decorations for the winter season is in my entryway.  Hanging from hooks are little pillows embroidered with JOY PEACE HOPE. I have decided that my focus for 2012 will be JOY.  I want to find JOY in my daily life.  Joy in my journey. Credit: Strangers to Friends May this year-end season bring you Peace. Hope. and Joy.  Unspeakable joy! Love, Taunya

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Credit: Thomas Jefferson PTC I have many good memories of my father.  I’m trying to remember them instead of just focusing on the bad.  STILL, one memory haunts me. Dancing with my dad. At my brother’s wedding. On my 16th birthday. At my wedding renewal. At my sister’s wedding. If I had known that it would be my last dance, I would have made it last longer. Whenever I

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I LOVE to scrapbook.  There is something about a picture that just makes my heart sing.  When I add it to a page, to tell the story, my soul rejoices.  I’m a nerd that way. My Creative Memories consultant, has become one of my good friends.  She has been there, listened to me, just encouraged me. It’s good to have someone like that. As I went through her annual Gifts of Christmas Open

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A Blank Canvas. That’s what my life started as.  Then someone threw some mud on my canvas.  Some paint. Some grease. My blank canvas looked a mess.  A big ole’ mess. I wasn’t a painting, just a mess.  Something that someone would throw into the trash as a reject. BUT, there was someone who saw that mess, and didn’t turn away.  He took me into his world and began to wash away the grime,

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baby girl - Julieta, by dhammza WARNING:  This post is not for the eyes of a child.   I often wake to the sound of ESPN news.  Instead of a beep, beep, beep, I hear the jingle of ESPN.  Usually it’s just baseless nonsense news about this team and that coach…very boring stuff if you ask me.  This week, it’s not been a good thing to wake up to ESPN.  If you are in a hole, you probably are not

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Pure religion and undefiled before God and the Father is this, To visit the fatherless and widows in their affliction, and to keep himself unspotted from the world. James 1:27 Ask yourself, does today’s Christian church (38,000 DENOMINATIONS!) fulfill this scripture?  Are they visiting the fatherless and the widows in their affliction?  Have we kept ourselves unspotted from the world? Just who

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I remember this day, like it was yesterday. 18 years ago … I was 19, you were 27.  They said we’d only last a year.  There were days that I believed them.  There were days when I thought they just didn’t know you and me. We were married in a condo in Tualatin, Oregon, our first home together.  We didn’t have much: some furniture given by your parents and a bed I owned.  My co-workers paid for

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After 18 months it arrived.  A letter. From him.  And what does it say?   ? A simple piece of paper with a question mark.  Are you trying to say something or are you torturing me? And really, you really are the one asking ME questions?  YOU who destroyed our family?  YOU ARE ASKING ME QUESTIONS? I think YOU need to be the one answering questions. Sigh. I envisioned what would happen if

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What doesn’t kill me makes me flexible right? So why is it that I sit here wanting to complain?  Complain that every time I THINK I know what is happening, life changes. I’m tired. I’m tired of the yo-yo life.  The yo-yo this. The yo-yo that. I want to be an all or nothing type of a gal.  I don’t want to be made of rubber. I don’t want to recreate myself every year. Pray for me tonight. For

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Memories.  Crashing their way through to the prison where my heart abides, they burst the chains and I am freed.  Freed to feel once again, those moments I locked away in the depths of my mind. As I lay here thinking of my hectic schedule, a wave of remembrance washes over me.  Suddenly, I am standing in a little church at the front of a small congregation of people.  My father is playing the

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This was supposed to have posted on 10-3-11. For some reason it did not. Photo by Brent Wojahn/The Oregonian Dale and Shannon Hickman were sentenced to 18 months in prison on Thursday, September 29, 2011.  Their crime?  Using faith-healing when their son David, was born prematurely by 2 months.  Weighing a mere 3 pounds, 7 ounces, he lived a total of 9 hours.  The parents are members of a

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“you are what your Dad told me a few years ago, that you were going to be a very talented person” This is from my blog yesterday.  It was an unexpected thing.  At first I was a little bit irritated…because you know, he could have told me himself.  But then, that small part of me, realized it was an unexpected gift. A gift from a father who I will never see again.  A gift that answers the

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Today is my 37th birthday. Wow!  I cannot believe I’m this old.  When did I get to be so old?  And really, I’m not that old. I just feel that way. Every year around my birthday I try to reflect on where I’ve been and where I want to go.  This year is no different.  I’m in a different place than I was a mere 12 months ago.  This requires new strategies and new tools. I would like to be more

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Isn’t it funny how life throws you curves? I remember being 12 years old.  At 12 I figured I had only 7 years left to live.  My dreams were often nightmares.  My thoughts, torments.  My home life, less than peaceful.  I was stuck between being a child and being a teen.  I didn’t fit anywhere.  When I turned 13, suddenly everything changed.  Now I was considered a “woman” without actually

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I am blessed.  Tested.  Broken. But definitely Blessed. I planned my life a certain way.  The way I was taught.  I was supposed to be “martyred” at age 18.  I’m going to be 37 this year.  1992.  I graduated. I turned 18. Still alive.  No idea what to do with my life. 1993.  I married.  We had plans. Dreams. Hopes.  They were shattered. We picked up the pieces.  We learned to live again.

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Picture Gamerocket.net One of my favorite bible stories is David and Goliath.  As a child, I loved to hear how little David was able to bring down the bad guy with just a simple stone from the river.  As I grew older and could understand more complex concepts, I rejoiced in the picture of Jesus and the giants in our lives. I face a giant today. One that mocks me, taunts me, spits on me,

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Where were you when the world stopped turning that September day? Alan Jackson’s song evokes the memories of that day.  I remember the first time I heard it on the radio, I had to pull over because I was crying so hard.  Did you feel guilty cause you're a survivor? In a crowded room did you feel alone?” As I wandered through 9/11/01, I did feel alone.  I felt alone, because I allowed

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What is a family?  Is it a biological group of related people, or is it much more? I have a family.  It includes a mother, stepfather, siblings, step-siblings, cousins, nieces, nephews, brothers, sisters, in-laws, aunties, uncles, grandmas and grandpas.  It has defined who I am in terms of genetics.  But, does it define who I AM? This is me in 8th grade: a young girl trying to figure out

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One of my favorite songs. She never slows down. She doesn't know why but she knows that when she's all alone, feels like it's all coming down She won't turn around The shadows are long and she fears if she cries that first tear, the tears will not stop raining down [CHORUS] So stand in the rain Stand your ground Stand up when it's all crashing down You stand through the pain

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I was just looking at my blog. My first post ever.  In March 2010. Irony smacks me in the face. I ran across this little statement this week.  It stopped me in my tracks.  Time to let go.  Time to let God be God and let Him make the moves for me. I'm letting go...of what I believe I should be. I'm letting go...of what I believe I should do. I'm letting go....of who I

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My grandfather played a fiddle just like this. He and my grandma would sing this song.  Just a little fact:  my grandpa’s name was Arlo. Red River Valleyarranged and adapted by Arlo GuthrieFrom this valley they say you are goingWe will miss your bright eyes and sweet smileFor they say you are taking the sunshineThat has brightened our pathways awhileCHORUS:Come and sit by my side, if you love

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Reflections of a girl. Looking in my mirror I see her. Can she see me? Who is this girl looking at me? Why can’t I reach her? What happened to her? When did she grow up? Where has she been? This girl.  She was lost. Now she is found. Happiness at last. 8-20-11 TMR It’s amazing how far I have come in a year.   A whole year since I left Reno without seeing

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Meet Grandma and Grandpa C.  They died when I was 13 and 15. I miss them. My grandpa and I would play rummy by the hours. I would sit at his feet and listen to him play Red River Valley on his fiddle.  I adored my grandpa. My grandma made the best homemade macaroni and cheese I have ever tasted.  She was also a writer.  I am told that is where I get my love of writing.  I remember she had

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My cousin posted this as her Facebook status a couple of weeks ago.  I absolutely loved it!  Sweet girls come from the South, Barbies come from California, but IDAHO girls have fire and ice in our blood! We can drive in the snow, handle the cold, beat the heat, be a princess, throw a right hook, and drink with the boys! We can cook a wicked meal and if we have an opinion....you can bet you're

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This is one of my favorite pictures.  Maybe it’s because I was so young and didn’t know what life was about.  Maybe it’s the idea that my mom is actually smiling and my father has hair.  I’m not sure what it is about this portrait…it just makes me smile. I do see my daughter’s smile in this picture, actually both of my daughter’s smiles.  That makes me smile.  Because I had a better life than

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I was born in 1974.  My mother was 19 years old.  She had been married just over 3 years by the time I arrived.  She says that I was an easy baby. I was my mother’s first child, but not my father’s.  He had 2 boys from a previous marriage.  At the time of my birth, their mother had taken them to Ohio and my father did not know where they were.  It wasn’t until I was about 8 years old did I meet

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I cannot sleep. My mind is racing…my heart is reeling…my soul is pierced. My friend lost her husband today. Her daughter & stepdaughter lost their daddy.  His family and friends and community lost an amazing man.  It’s hard to believe. Shock. Disbelief. Shock. Shock is the only word to describe. And it brings back memories… Memories of that moment. The moment when my world changed forever

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So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom. Psalms 90:12 KJVToday my heart is so heavy.  How do you respond when you hear of a life cut short by death?  I have been touched by death many times in my life, but NEVER has it been someone so close to my age.  My first instinct is to reach out to those closest and give them my love.  A good response.  But then God asks

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I am angry. I am a ticking time bomb. Why do you walk around me with a flame? I am full of fury. Fury that burns deeper than the ocean. Fury that threatens to flow out any second. I am enraged. The fire is burning out of control. I explode and embers of bitterness fly from within. I am sad. I cannot explain why. I cannot say sorry.  It seems so shallow. I am done. I cannot do no more. Why did

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Sweet memories. Sad memories.  My life is a mixture of bitter and sweet.  This is me as a little girl.  I remember it was my favorite dress.  I look at the picture and remember how it felt: happy to be at the park, but confused because I knew at 7 years old that I did not fit.  I knew something was wrong with my family but I didn't know how or why.  I knew only that I was a little girl whose

Taunya Richardshttps://profiles.google.com/114414341571345163255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492731986137552558.post-11442790975749883872011-06-20T19:58:00.000-07:002011-06-20T19:58:17.264-07:00

My picture of hope and peace! I love to name things: my car, my laptop, my camera, my phone.  I have decided that the day needs a name.  Why?  I have no idea other than it brings me peace.  We are all about bringing Taunya peace this year. I will call it the Day of Bete Noir.  Bete Noir is a synonym of bane, which means cause of misery.  It's fitting. On the Day of Bete Noir the first thing I

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It's been one year.   One year since I woke up on a wonderful sunny day and went to bed in a dark place. One year since I felt the knife of betrayal stab my heart, threatening to end the very breath of my soul. One year since my father admitted who he was. I have to ponder about this anniversary.  I know I don't remember the exact date, which I find mildly comforting.  I know it was in June,

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Be Thou My Vision Oh Lord of my Heart... Today is supposed to be the "Day of Judgement".  Although I find it amusing and joke about it, there is a seriousness about being ready for the day that He returns.  However, the longer I walk in faith, the more I realize that I'm not waiting until someday for His return.  His return occurs everyday...in His people on Earth.  I have to tell myself, "Be

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Forgiving is love's toughest work, and love's biggest risk.  If you twist it into something it was never meant to be, it can make you a doormat or an insufferable manipulator.  Forgiving seems almost unnatural.  Our sense of fairness tells us people should pay for the wrong they do.  But forgiving is love's power to break nature's rule.  ~Lewis B. SmedesIt seems to me that God is really trying to

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This is what it means to be held How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life And you survive This is what it is to be loved and to know That the promise was that when everything fell We'd be held *************** This song has haunted me since 2007...when we drove away from Phoenix, AZ after the death of my father-in-law. In one month it will be a year since I learned my father had

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It's one thing to say good-bye to the hamsters and fish that have come and gone in our home. It's quite another to say good-bye to our dog.  He was our companion, our buddy, our 4th child. We adopted McGoveren in September 2001.  He was an amazingly adorable bundle of fur and big paws.  Ben and Emma loved him immediately.  He was amazingly patient and kind with the kids. As the years grew he

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I have thought about how I have been helped this year.  I had to write a post of how to help someone...so you can help someone in your life who may be facing a situation like this (or really, any tragedy). How do you help someone who has had their lives ripped apart by such betrayal?  What do you say? Do you pray?  YES, that always helps. Say I understand?  NO.  Unless you have been in this

Taunya Richardshttps://profiles.google.com/114414341571345163255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492731986137552558.post-17251657899340545912011-04-21T12:11:00.000-07:002011-04-21T12:11:40.915-07:00

Words.   Are they just words? Can they be more? Keys. Keys that can unlock a soul chained in bondage. Power. Power to heal. Power to change. Better than a thousand hollow words, is one word that brings peace. ~ Buddha All the great things are simple, and many can be expressed in a single word: freedom, justice, honor, duty, mercy, hope. ~ Winston ChurchillPeople want to listen to a message,

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Disclaimer:  If you do not want to read this, please, leave now.  I don't want to hear how I'm a horrible daughter. Thank you. *** This is the letter I wrote to my dad for the trial.  I have **** out names for our privacy.  They did not read it, simply because we did not want to risk anything happening to the sentencing.  However, they gave it to his attorney to read.  I am going to be sharing

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Today is my son's birthday!  He's 13.  It's been a busy day.  I'm trying not to weep.  I thought I'd share the poem I made for inside his birthday card. On the day you were born, the world was changed. You came into the world, our lives were rearranged. From the top of your downy head to each little toe. You made us a family, our sweet baby boy.You grew into a toddler, a happy little boy. You

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My Dear Boy, Today, I want to remember how you were at 6 months.  Ferocious about life.  Always smiling.  My buddy. I will forever remember the day you were born. I awoke with such excitement!  Then the phone rang..."We're sorry.  You will have to wait for the induction because the hospital ward is full right now.  OK.  So no baby today. " Disappointment settled upon me. I decided the cat

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This picture was taken in June 2008.  It was such an amazingly happy time.  Before the bad things happened...before we learned what it means to have our trust destroyed. It was the first time that all six of my father's children were together in one place in a LONG time.  It was the graduation of the first grandchild from high school.  It was also the last time that we would see our Aunt Nita

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Every person has a passion, a voice, a crusade. I have.  But not today.  Today, I am going to let go.  I am going to let God be the Crusader and stand in the gap for the things I want to change. I don't need to be the one to change the world.  Imagine that.  I know that it's the opposite of what society tells me.  However, it's NOT my calling in life.  I no longer need to try to be a heroine in

Taunya Richardshttps://profiles.google.com/114414341571345163255noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492731986137552558.post-9474778839975686412011-04-02T15:28:00.000-07:002011-04-02T15:28:24.740-07:00

I woke up this morning with the STRANGEST words in my head.... You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name  It felt good to be out of the rain  In the desert you can remember your name  'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain  La, la ... For the record I had HAMBURGERS for dinner last night and YES, I did take my medicine. I have thought about the meaning of these

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I'm not even sure what I want to say our how to say it.  My heart is just heavy this morning.  Heavy. It's all I can use to describe what I feel. I watched a Lifetime movie this week called Amish Grace.  I remember the shooting in the news when it happened.  What struck me most, was the question, "How do you forgive the unforgivable?"  That's what haunts me.  Would I be able to truly forgive

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I am often amazed at how the topic of grace can cause such division among Christians when it is a fundamental part of being a Christian.  This morning while searching for a quote it was even more apparent. In 2007, my world was turned upside down and inside out.  Exhausted by a toxic environment, I decided that I just wasn't worthy to be a Christian.  I decided to quit going to church and just

Taunya Richardshttps://profiles.google.com/114414341571345163255noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492731986137552558.post-91326850165710140172011-02-20T21:57:00.000-08:002011-02-20T21:57:45.782-08:00

When I wonder how I got from where I was to where I am, I think about just who I am.  It reminds me of one of my favorite country songs by Jessica Andrews: I am Rosemary's granddaughter The spitting image of my father And when the day is done my momma's still my biggest fan Sometimes I'm clueless and I'm clumsy But I've got friends that love me And they know where I stand It's all a part of me

Taunya Richardshttps://profiles.google.com/114414341571345163255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492731986137552558.post-11261885995228401082011-02-19T10:50:00.000-08:002011-02-19T10:50:59.359-08:00

I am sitting here in the coziness of our little travel trailer.  The kids are finally awake, begging me to make eggs.  I've already taken the dog for a walk.  I've managed to not eat the last of the ice cream...(a whole other blog post!) I realized this morning, that God has done some amazingly awesome things for me.  Yesterday, we hung out with a new friend and her children.  We met her

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Sunset over the Pacific Ocean, Lincoln City, OR, 2-17-11 One of my favorite songs we used to sing/play at the church I used to attend, was based upon Psalms 42. As the hart longs for flowing streams...so longs my soul for you O God...my soul does thirst for the Living God...when shall I come to see your face. My tears have fed me day and night...while men have said...where is your God?...but I

Taunya Richardshttps://profiles.google.com/114414341571345163255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492731986137552558.post-6293215018099208952011-02-09T20:46:00.000-08:002011-02-09T20:46:26.194-08:00

One of my favorite Bible stories is when Jesus (KJV Bible Reference: John 11: 1-44) raised Lazarus from the dead.  As a child, I especially loved the ability to memorize the shortest verse in the Bible, "Jesus Wept".   I never did think about just why He wept.  And I certainly had never read the entire passage. I found myself reading this story last week.  The one thing that impressed upon me

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Yesterday, I experienced a painful lesson…to guard my thoughts and words.  In the aftermath, I felt rejected, confused, lonely, angry and worthless. Last night, as I cried myself to sleep, I felt someone hold me.  A little girl, who became lost along the way, was found.  One word was whispered.  “Beautiful”.  Why is it that I allow myself to be shattered by what others think or say or do? 

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I have decided that I want to share my journey with others who may face the demons I have faced and have triumphed over.  It would be easier to keep this separate from our travel/homeschool blog, so I am creating a new blog.  Actually I am going to just resurrect this blog.   If you want to read about the homeschool/travel bookmark http://www.taunyasplace.com.  This will be my thoughts on life,

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I am slowly moving my blog to my website:  http://www.taunyasplace.com. It will be powered by Wordpress which allows me greater control over the CSS and look/feel of my template.  I will probably finish transition by November.  Please fix your bookmarks!

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One event I have looked forward to this year was Women of Faith.  Our conference occurred October 7th and 8th in the Rose Garden.  I thoroughly enjoyed myself! Friday morning we arrived about 45 minutes late because of an unexpected emergency trip to visit a friend in the hospital and pray with them before we left.  We missed the opening song and (I believe) Sheila Walsh's talk.  We arrived just

Taunya Richardshttps://profiles.google.com/114414341571345163255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492731986137552558.post-21379156529324313402010-10-06T01:30:00.000-07:002010-10-06T01:30:34.357-07:00

As a little girl, I often pretended to be a bride.  I would imagine wearing a white dress, ballerina slippers (complete with laces up the ankles) and long curly blonde hair.  My groom was always a handsome guy, although I can't quite remember now what I imagined.  When I bored with this I would pretend to be kidnapped.  My father always would bust down the door and rescue me. Or, sometimes, I

Taunya Richardshttps://profiles.google.com/114414341571345163255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492731986137552558.post-31694075049346787892010-09-20T23:56:00.000-07:002010-09-20T23:56:08.203-07:00

 Sunday, September 19th, I fulfilled a dream of mine: to walk in the Race for the Cure. The race has become even more dear to me since the death of my Aunt Nita last year from breast cancer. This year was the 19th Annual Race for the Cure in Portland, Oregon. We were told that over 50,000 people participated. On Sunday morning I met my sister Trina, her best friend and her co-worker, and we

Taunya Richardshttps://profiles.google.com/114414341571345163255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492731986137552558.post-5679288976757496862010-09-04T00:08:00.000-07:002010-09-04T00:08:01.012-07:00

Stay committed to your decisions, but stay flexible in your approach. Tony Robbins  I have been trying to figure out how exactly I am supposed to pray regarding our life decision.  I know what we want to do and honestly, we could do it now...but something is stopping us. Although we have returned to our home, we don't feel "home".  It's hard to explain.  As I look at all the stuff I have

Taunya Richardshttps://profiles.google.com/114414341571345163255noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492731986137552558.post-72925631696747481112010-08-25T13:18:00.000-07:002010-08-25T13:18:44.968-07:00

I don't know what else to call this...other than it's a blog from my stick house.  My very big...house.  I have been asked more times in the last few days if I'm happy to be "home"...to be in my own house. The truth is, I'm blessed that I have a beautiful home, but I miss our little travel trailer.  I miss waking up to the sound of animals, fellow RV Travelers and the occasional dog barking.  I

Taunya Richardshttps://profiles.google.com/114414341571345163255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492731986137552558.post-49189605840824797872010-08-17T22:29:00.000-07:002010-08-17T22:29:21.208-07:00

I cannot express all the emotions I have experienced in the last few days. Pain, betrayal, sadness, anger, pity...sorrow.  I want to scream, I want to cry, I want to know WHY, WHY WHY.  WHY did you do this to us?  Why did you allow your thoughts to become actions that have consequences far greater than we can possibly bear?  How much more sin can be uncovered before we break from the weight of

Taunya Richardshttps://profiles.google.com/114414341571345163255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492731986137552558.post-34390906334159026632010-08-08T10:52:00.000-07:002010-08-08T10:52:36.788-07:00

I don't usually get into the political/social/religious arena, but today I'm tired, I'm hot, I'm stressed...and I'm exhausted.  Exhausted by people who proclaim they are highly educated who criticize the way others think and believe.  Exhausted by people who proclaim they are "Christian" but don't have a clue who Christ really was.  Exhausted by a society that looks out for me, me, me and then

Taunya Richardshttps://profiles.google.com/114414341571345163255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492731986137552558.post-26414784195387017832010-08-04T21:41:00.000-07:002010-08-04T21:41:48.339-07:00

Last night I could not sleep and it's left me with a MASSIVE headache all day.  Good thing we just lounged around today.  We did to to the Hill Aerospace Museum, which was pretty awesome. My dream last night involves a situation that started just before we began our travels.  It will become overwhelming in two weeks when we hit Reno.  My family's privacy is of utmost importance, but I also feel

Taunya Richardshttps://profiles.google.com/114414341571345163255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492731986137552558.post-20618176040675719882010-08-03T12:04:00.000-07:002010-08-03T12:04:41.592-07:00

I'm just gonna drive up by the lake And put my ass in a lawn chair, toes in the clay Not a worry in the world, a PBR on the way Life is good today, life is good today~ ZAC BROWN Life is good today.  We decided to stop and let Emma have some rest instead of pushing her to travel.  So we are at Willard Bay for another two days.  Today instead of roasting in the hot trailer we are hanging out at

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I sing because I'm happy  I sing because I'm free  His eye is on the sparrow  And I know he watches meThis song has been going through my head.  God has been so merciful to us.  He has protected us in small ways that make a huge difference.  We are truly thankful for everything he has done.

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And God said, "This is the sign of the covenant I am making between me and you and every living creature with you, a covenant for all generations to come: 13 I have set my rainbow in the clouds, and it will be the sign of the covenant between me and the earth.14 Whenever I bring clouds over the earth and the rainbow appears in the clouds, 15 I will remember my covenant between me and you and all

Taunya Richardshttps://profiles.google.com/114414341571345163255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492731986137552558.post-5669903694978866372010-07-21T23:50:00.000-07:002010-07-21T23:52:29.700-07:00

It's been 24 days since we left Portland and I've learned a ton of things...things that I would do again, things I'd tweak and things I'd never ever do even if I was hog-tied...won't do it! I have learned that I MUST empty the toilet bowl before you move the trailer. I have learned that I absolutely HATE BUGS...especially ones that bite. I have learned that if you wake up too fast you will hit

Taunya Richardshttps://profiles.google.com/114414341571345163255noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492731986137552558.post-49938973161559868212010-07-17T22:11:00.000-07:002010-07-17T22:11:44.601-07:00

Trying...Trying...Trying.  Seems like I am always trying to figure out my life.  Today I made a mistake, I hurt my daughter's feelings.  I feel so worthless sometimes.  Why is it that a 48 pound child can turn my emotions upside down in 3.5 seconds...to the point where I am trying to hold on to my spirit, trying to remember that she is a child of God and I have no right to treat her that way.  

Taunya Richardshttps://profiles.google.com/114414341571345163255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492731986137552558.post-33545089558679288192010-07-15T21:45:00.000-07:002010-07-15T21:45:42.938-07:00

I received this award from Petra School!   Thank you Very Much!As a recipient of the Beautiful Blogger award, one must: 1) Add a link and note of thanks to the person giving the award 2) Pass the award on to the bloggers whose blogs you love (15 tops) 3) Share 7 things about yourself Seven Things – About Me. I really love to play mindless games online. I really enjoy Farm Town - even though for

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A good friend is a connection to life - a tie to the past, a road to the future, the key to sanity in a totally insane world.  ~Lois Wyse Yvonne and I have been blessed to have developed a relationship over the last 15 years.  We are simpy 75 days apart (she reminds me I'm older by that many days) and both have been overwhelmed by the freedom the Lord has given us.  It is tremendously sweet to

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How do you separate who someone is now, from who they once were?  How do you celebrate the memories you have with the absolute pain they have caused today? I thought I had become grounded, I thought that I was strong.  One little memory...of a portrait tattered and torn...a prized possession...and it all comes crashing down.  I want to scream at this person...I want to tell them I hate them for

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Today, outside, the sun is shining.  After 9 months of cold weather we are finally blessed with warm weather.  I wish today that my inside matched the outside.  I cannot seem to get my head wrapped around the new reality of my life.  I cannot seem to find a way to answer the questions...perhaps because they have no answers.  Perhaps I just have to realize that sometimes you just have to let go..

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What happens when you hear something that tears you apart? You have to learn to cope with the new reality. It's hard, it's tough...and quite frankly I don't want to do it right now. Right now, I want to pretend everything is ok, but it's not ever going to be ok. I thank God for this trip we will be taking...it will be just what we need at this time. In the meantime, I am thankful that we

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Jeff and I went last night and worked on backing up and parking the beast - I'm going to start calling it the beast, because it's a beast - in the movie theater parking lot.  I even drove it forward and backed it up!  OH MY GOODNESS!!  Can you say SCARY!!  Although I had to admit, I loved sitting in the drivers seat of the truck it was so fun! So, we're getting closer, it's starting to sink in.

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I have been busy finishing up packing the trailer that I haven't had time to read my book.  So, I was finally able to  get a few more chapters read. Chapter 3 starts with a song from one of my favorite movies: GIGI - Thank Heaven for Little Girls In chapter 3 Dr Dobson describes the wonder of girls, the importance of their mothers but especially the necessity of their fathers. Girls are unique

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So, I have to go shopping for summer clothes for the girls.  I thought I'd show you online what I think works for modesty and what doesn't. I was raised in a conservative faith where you wear long hair, now jewelry, no make-up, long sleeves and long skirts (no jeans, pants or shorts).  It works for some people, but not for me.  So, I use modesty as my standard.  I have found that the closer

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I have always loved to read...and I read a lot.  It's how I gather information.  I picked up this book on Saturday because I enjoyed Bringing up Boys by Dr Dobson.  I wanted to see what he had to say about girls...they are such incredible creatures.  I thought I'd share what I think as I read the book. Chapter 1 is of course riveting and pulls you into the book.  His story about his daughter

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Sometimes, the best thing to do is to just leave.  So I did.  I'm sad. Very sad.  But I can't dwell on the past, I must move forward.  My family will be better with this decision.  In the long run I will look back and say, "You made the right decision."  But for today, my heart hurts and I feel like something I loved has died. It's very hard to say goodbye.  I wonder if people understand how

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Tonya posted a really good blog about homeschoolers and socialization.  It's often the first thing that comes up when homeschooling is mentioned.  Isn't it funny that for thousands of years children who were born at home, fed by mom's breast and raised and schooled at home seemed to miss the great opportunity that we've experienced in the last 100 years?  Have we become more enlightened or have

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You see it?  You see the blue?  It's SUNNY today!  This is the view of my trees outside my front porch.  I'm such a happy girl! Here's a couple of other BLUE things I like! I still Love Blue's Clues even if my kids don't! Blue Hydrangeas always make me Happy! Western Bluebird Credit: James Perdue, Idaho What makes YOU happy?  Share it on your blog and let me know and I'll read it!

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This week we talked about the importance of music in regards to being a Christian. It was a part of Abraham, the Israelites, King David, Jesus, the Disciples and the Church of Acts. It has been apart of my church experiences, my school life and my home life. Up until now I have never considered that singing a song of praise is not all there is to worship - my whole LIFE can be a worship or

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Funny title...funny thing.  I am in the overwhelming stage of researching our children's future educational endeavors. We will have a new school since we are moving so it's the perfect opportunity to make a better decision then we have in the past.  We have tried public school, private school and homeschooling.  I failed miserably at homeschooling simply because I couldn't stay focused long

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Springtime is here.  For us it means cleaning out the house, cleaning the landscaping and cleaning up our lives.  I cannot imagine how it is 2 people married for 16 years can collect so much crap that we seriously do not need. For example - I have 6 SIX bookcases.  WHAT?  I think the books that we really love and want to keep could take up 1 bookcase!  And do I really need to store all these

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Some think it's holding on that makes one strong; sometimes it's letting go.  -- Sylvia Robinson I ran across this little statement this week.  It stopped me in my tracks.  Time to let go.  Time to let God be God and let Him make the moves for me. I'm letting go...of what I believe I should be. I'm letting go...of what I believe I should do. I'm letting go....of who I believe I am. I'm

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