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Inspiring Family Reunion
This will have to be quick because I am in the middle of a big family reunion. Wait, thereâs Uncle Vince. You better quit those butts or youâll never make it to 60. And that was a fact.
The reunion is taking place, you see, on my laptop. I am lucky to have a big sister who appointed herself the unofficial archivist for the family. God knows how many backbreaking hours she put in, organizing Dadâs home movies that went way back into two DVDs.
But what an inspiring treat, what an inspiring story. Isnât that what a family is? A story? A story different from any others?
I was at the tail of the baby boom, so I am seeing so many of the previous generation I had never known. I watched four of my grandparents, three of whom died before I came around, dandle various babies whose identities were obscure. I saw my uncles go off to war and return safely. I saw my mother when she was the most beautiful woman I could imagine. And my fatherâs boat, varnished passionately to a blinding sheen.
I saw my squirming, squalling self as a baby. And I saw my brother Bobby as a baby, his Down syndrome evident even in the crib. Three years older than me, he would only live to 12. He hardly ever got to be more than a baby.
The moments that left no doubt as to the true story of my family were the scores of scenes that were based in our faith: baptisms, weddings, funerals, confirmations, burials, even my uncle Jim Morisseyâs ordination. Clearly our faith was the spiritual gravity that held us all together as a family, a story.
My sister went to an enormous amount of work digging through the attic and splicing together usable footage. Todayâs technologies make keeping a family and faith legacy much, much easier.
Now thereâs Keepsakes of Faith, a new service from Guideposts in conjunction with Inspiring Voicesâan easy and exciting way for you to build a faith and family legacy, a beautiful printed product that can be passed down for generations.
Those generations will thank you, I can promise you that.
Inside the Cat’s World
Like many New Yorkers, I was stuck at home during the huge snowstorm that hit the city just after Christmas. The streets were a mess, my car was buried, the subways weren’t running, and all the shops in my neighborhood (aside from the grocery store) were closed. I had no choice but to hunker down in my tiny, stuffy apartment with my cats.
I’d just gotten back from a stressful whirlwind trip to see family for the holidays. My to-do list was ten miles long. I was behind on so many things, and the forced entrenchment made me feel anxious. I was going stir crazy. I can’t do anything sitting here in this apartment, I thought.
I’d been bouncing off the walls for most of the morning when I gave up hope of getting anything done. I plopped down on the couch, and for the first time that day, took in my surroundings. Dean, my portly tuxedo cat, snoozed contendedly on a nearby mountain of blankets. Her sister, my lither tuxedo cat, Sal, was nosing around in a bag of opened Christmas gifts.
After a minute or so, Dean decided she’d had enough of napping on the couch, got up, and trotted into the bedroom. I decided to follow her. As soon as she got there, she did a scan of the room. Then she settled on her next napping destination, the fluffy comforter on my bed. I heard a swishing noise behind me and turned to see Sal engaged in heavy play with a catnip mouse. I looked back at Dean. She’d decided to groom herself instead of nap. I turned back to Sal. She had abandoned the mouse to search the wilds of my closet. Each time I turned my head, they were immersed in a different, and equally compelling (to them) activity.
This is their world, I thought. My small apartment is a huge world of wonder and enjoyment for them. It’s not a prison, like I’d made it out to be.
The rest of my day was much more productive. I took in my apartment as my cats do, finding amusements and discoveries in every nook and cranny. I explored the wilds of my closet with Sal, finding new spots to store things (and some things I forgot I had!). I helped Dean find her new napping spot on a window ledge I didn’t even know was there. I cleared myself off a workspace on a counter in my kitchen and made a cozy new office space.
At the end of the day, my fresh perspective gave me a day’s worth of productivity and fulfillment. And the next day, still stranded by snow closings and delays, I was overjoyed that I’d spend another day in my cats’ world.
âJessica Bloustein
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Dean, napping happily as the snow falls outside. (Photo by Jessica Bloustein)
In Praise of Those Who Mother
Maybe a proclamation would be the thing. Although that was done already. Maybe just some commonsense suasion could fix it. Itâs about a little problem I have with that day carved out of the calendar, held up as Motherâs Day. Far as I can tell, thereâs a missing syllable.
I would like to make the day not plain old Motherâs Day, a noun. Which by my take is exclusive, too exclusive. I would like to add an âing. And make it Mothering Day, beckoning the verb. A day for all who mother.
Not just those who know what it is to have pushed the burning bulge as if your life depended on it. And not just those whoâve signed their name on someoneâs dotted line. Or stepped in without official papers. All of that is fine. But there is moreâthere are so, so many more.
Yes, every last someone who has stroked a brow, wiped a tear, dabbed chocolate off a little cheek, fluffed a pillow, tucked in the covers, whispered bedtime prayers, set an extra place at the table, stretched a meat loaf, picked the peas out of the pasta salad, kissed a bloody knee, kept a retching tot from falling into the toilet bowl.
Yes, every pair of arms thatâs lifted a dead-weight child in the pool, played red rover until the cows came over, pushed a kid on training wheels around and around the block, turned the pages of Goodnight Moon so many times you find yourself chanting goodnight to mittens when no oneâs in the room.
You get the point.
I have for years squirmed and wriggled when it comes to setting aside a certain Sunday, stockpiling loaves and loaves of toast that will be cut into triangles, smeared with jam and honey and cinnamon sugar, and delivered, teetering, on trays that stand a mighty chance of toppling off bedsheet-shrouded knees.
Not that I have anything against newspapers in bed or violets clutched in sweaty little fists. Itâs just, gosh darn it, my world, for one, is highly populated with extraordinary motherers who have neither birthed nor adopted, children of their own. And plenty who simply could not deliver, ever.
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I am all for honoring the art of mothering. And I would make a motion to amend the noun and bow down before the brand-new ending. The âing, I argue, is where the emphasis should be. Itâs a verbâactive, pulsing, life-propelling verb.
Long ago, when Julia Ward Howe composed her original Motherâs Day proclamation it was all about women rising up and demanding an end to war. That I could get in a froth about.
Especially the way she put it: âOur husbands shall not come to us, reeking with carnage, for caresses and applause. Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn all that we have been able to teach them of charity, mercy and patience. We, women of one country, will be too tender of those of another country, to allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs.â
So wrote Julia in 1870.
But somewhere, the Hallmarks of the world got in the way. The second Sunday in May became less about the women of the world exerting their mother-ness on the global family, and more about fluffy slippers, hand-crayoned cards, and leaving whole chunks of the population to ache because, by accident of biology, theyâve not been able to get egg plus sperm to equal zygote, their unborn children never got to take a single breath, theyâve buried a child born from their own womb, laid a lifeless little body to restâfar, far too soon.
Aches, all, that never go away. All aches the second Sunday in May only serves to jab and pierce so stingingly I know women who barely make it through the day.
Or, perhaps, theyâre women who decided early onâor agonizinglyânot to bring another soul into this blessed, broken world. Or men whose tender, caring touch goes uncelebrated, lost in all the hubbub of the third Sunday of June when to be a grill meister seems the height of all that matters.
They all mother, if not define themselves as mothers per se. If not their own children, then other peopleâs children. Or the child who dwells in every single someone. Have you not been deeply mothered by a friend? You neednât be with child, nor even be a woman, to mother, is my point. I donât mean to be a grouch. And I hate to throw cold water on all the blessed moments the day will surely bring.
I just feel intent on proclaiming one not-so-little matter: may it be mothering, the art of tender caring, coaxing life, leaving mercy in your wake, the art that knows no gender bounds, no census-takerâs definition, the art the world needs in mighty thronging masses, may it be mother, and not just mothers, for which we stand and shout, âGod bless you, each and every motherer.â
Excerpted from Motherprayer: Lessons in Loving by Barbara Mahany. Copyright © 2017 by Barbara Mahany. Used by permission of Abingdon Press.
In Praise of Cats
June is Adopt-a-Cat Month from the American Humane Association. In honor of kitties everywhere, here is an appreciation:
People say cats have an attitude. Some people love them because of that. Some people love them in spite of it. The funny thing about cats is that they are all unique, just like people.
My childhood cat Henrietta loved me. She used to ride on my shoulders, perfectly relaxed as I walked from my bedroom down the hall, and then sank into a chair in the living room.
We had this wonderful brown plush easy chair. It could rock back and forth, as well as swivel around in a circle. Iâd hold Henrietta in my lap and work my feet against the floor to make the chair spin around and around. You wouldnât believe it, but Henrietta loved this ride as much as I did! She flicked the tip of her tail, totally content in my arms.
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Some cats are playful and curious. Some are social and affectionate. Other people describe their cats as timid and skeptical. If someone walks into the house, they vanish. I once fed and cared for a cat while my friend was on vacation and never saw the cat! The only way I knew the cat was still okay was that the food had disappeared the next day.
Some cats are active, naughty, vocal, loving, gentle or a mixed-up marvel of feline sensation.
Thank you God for all the wonderful, marvelous, unique and beautiful cats in our lives today.
If youâre looking for a feline friend, why not visit your local shelter or cat rescue group and find a companion who will fit your lifestyle? Curious or calm, adventurous or admiringâŠyour purr-fect pal is waiting!
Important Life Lesson from a Puppy
God saw everything that he had made, and behold, it was very good . . . Genesis 1:31 (ESV)
I walked in the house after being gone for a few hours and let Ody, our puppy, out of his crate. He can hardly contain himself when he sees me. He runs between my legs, rubbing against me while his tail vigorously wags. He romps around the room and picks up his toys and brings them to me. His whole being exudes joy. He clearly delights in being with me.
I read a quote recently from Jim Wilder, a neuroscientist, who said, âJoy is being with someone who delights in being with you.â Ody truly exemplifies this phrase. As I reflected on this, I thought about the people in my life who most of the time delight in being with me. My husband, my boys, close friends, and others came to mind.
Then I thought, Jesus delights in being with us so much more than any pet or person on earth. He delights in being with us all the time, from the beginning of time. After God finished creating everything, He declared it was very good. Not just good, but very good. He delighted in His creation. He delights in us. He desires to be with us. Even in those times when we may feel as if no one delights in us, we can know Jesus does. When we believe this, we can live with an unwavering sense of joy.
And, because joy is contagious, letâs make sure others know we delight in being with them. We may not bounce around and wag our tails, but we can make intentional efforts to let those we love know we delight in being with them.
Faith Step: Who is someone you delight being with? Write them a note today and let them know how much joy they add to your life.
I Miss You, God
âI miss Grandmama and Granddaddy. I havenât seen them since Easter.â My five-year-old granddaughter, Anna, said those words to her mama last week.
What she said isnât exactly true. Since Easter, weâve been to several of her ballgames. Our family went out to dinner for her uncleâs birthday, and we celebrated together at the birthday party for her twin siblings. We would have been together more than that if all three of the children in her family hadnât been sick, and I hadnât been on the road for some business travel.
But I knew what she meant. She was out on the field when we went to her ballgames so we just had a few minutes together before and after games. Our attention was scattered with all our family at the restaurant. And with lots of children playing, it was a wild and crazy scene at Eden and Ethanâs third birthday party.
What Anna was saying was, âI havenât had my time with Grandmama and Granddaddy.â
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Paul and I love our grandchildren. We have six grandbabies, and theyâre all five and under. Each of them is unique and so precious to us. Itâs sweet watching them play together, but we especially love our one-on-one time with each child when we get the chance for thatâand our grandchildren love it as well.
When Paul and I take Anna out on a date, she always wants to go to Papaâs for âbeans and rice and mokie.â And for all of you who are still trying to figure that out, âmokieâ is guacamole. Anna called it that when she was two, and we all call it âmokieâ now.
Itâs so sweet watching Anna and Granddaddy walking hand-in-hand and seeing her cuddled up close to him while we wait for our food. Sometimes we take her to Walmart after dinner so she can buy something, but often, she just wants to go back to our house to play or to watch a movie with us.
She loves Anne of Green Gables, and I soak in the sweetness of her tucked under my arm while we watch. Or sometimes she sits on Granddaddyâs lap with her head on his shoulder, so snuggled in that she looks like sheâs melted onto him.
Thatâs what Anna was missing.
You know, our lives as Christians are sometimes like that. We go to church on Sunday . . . but our minds are on everything but the sermon. We play some Christian music in the backgroundâbut we donât pay attention to the words while we ride in our cars or zip around in our houses.
We have our Bibles on our coffee tables and devotional books stacked high on our nightstands, but we donât read themâor if we do, itâs just a couple of verses late at night when weâre so tired that nothing makes sense. And our prayer life? Letâs just say that prayer is often better than counting sheep to put us to sleep.
Does any of that sound familiar? I suspect all of us are guilty of this from time to time. We hover on the fringes spiritually, but we donât have that intimate one-on-one time with God, that time where we shut out everything else in our lives and He becomes the focus.
Spring and summer are the busiest times of the year for me as a writer and speaker. I travel a good bit to teach and speak at writing and film conferences and at church events. Since my Just 18 Summers novel ties in to Motherâs Day, Fatherâs Day and summer, I typically do a number of radio interviews in conjunction with that.
Add in industry events for publishing and film, numerous writing obligations, studying for speaking engagements, keeping up with my parenting blog, working part-time for our family business, and brainstorming and compiling new projects, and the days speed by at a dizzying pace.
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And just like little Anna missed her time with us, in the midst of this crazy time of the year, Iâve realized something: I miss God. Now donât get me wrong. I go to church. I read my Bible and devotional book. I pray.
But thereâs something inside me that craves that intimate one-on-one time with God. Time when I can sit and just worship Him, when I can snuggle close and feel His presence. Moments when I can talk with Him and listen to what He has to say to me without the distractions of life pulling me away. Times when I can put some praise music on and let the words sink into my soul. And moments when I can read my Bible and really focus on the love letter Heâs written to us.
So youâll understand why Iâm excited about tomorrow. Iâve got a date with Godâhours set aside just to be with Him. Do I have time to do this? No way! My gotta-get-it-done list is packed. But Iâve decided Iâm going to focus on Himâand let Him become the keeper of the rest of my time.
How about you? Do you need to make a date with God? I can promise you Heâll accept your invitation!
Dear Father, please give us a love for You and a hunger to spend time with You. Remind us daily of whatâs really important in our lives and help our time spent with You to overflow into the lives of others who need to know about our amazing God. Amen.
If Our Pets Could TalkâŠ
Like a lot of people (and, I suspect, a whole lot of Angels readers) I talk to my dogs. “Why did you have to act that way?”
I’ll snap at my schipperke, Mercury, after he’s barked at a passing dog on the street for no apparent reason. “All he wanted to do was make friends. But noâyou had to go and be nasty.”
Up and down my block each day other dog owners are doing the same thing, addressing their schnauzers, Pomeranians, Shih Tzus, and plain mutts in full, complex, impassioned sentences (while indoors still others are also doing the same thing with their cats).
Human beings may be, as the literary critic George Steiner put it, “the language animal,” but that doesn’t prevent a great many of us from talking to our fellow creatures as if they were language animals too.
Why does talking to animals feel so natural? Probably because, for most of human history, that’s just what it has been.
“It was, and still is in many places,” writes poet and anthropologist David M. Guss, “a widely held belief that the part of the animal we see is not the real part but only a disguise, an outfit it wears when it comes to visit our world.
“Once home again, it removes that costume and changes back into its true formâa form no different from that of humans.”
Natural as talking to our nonhuman companions feels, however, these conversations do tend to be a little one-sided. Most animals, after all, don’t talk back to us.
Most don’t…but not all. The idea that animals are at least potentially capable of communicating with humans goes back to earliest times.
Many biblical commentators over the centuries have suggested that before the Fall, Adam and Eve were able to discourse with the animals who shared paradise with them as naturally and easily as they could with each other.
Nor did the Fall entirely do away with people’s ability to understand animalsâas Balaam’s ass proved when she verbally rebuked her master for failing to see the Angel of the Lord when he was standing right in front of them.
Even scientistsâafter centuries of arguing that human beings are the only creatures capable of languageâare starting to sound a little less certain on the matter.
In 1977 a Harvard-educated animal researcher named Irene Pepperberg set about teaching an African gray parrot named Alex to talk. Not on the Polly-wants-a-cracker level, but really talk.
Alex soon developed a vocabulary of more than 100 wordsâincluding “ban-berry,” a word of his own coining, which he called apples because to him they tasted like bananas but looked like cherries.
In a recent National Geographic article, writer Virginia Morell described a visit she paid to Pepperberg and Alex (just before his death at the age of 30) at Brandeis University.
At a certain point in the visit, Pepperberg brought in younger parrots that were learning English with Alex’s help. Alex left off from talking to the humans and addressed his fellow birdsâin English:
“Talk clearly!” he commanded when one of the younger birds mispronounced the word green.
“Don’t be a smart aleck,” Pepperberg said, shaking her head at him. “He gets bored, so he interrupts the others or gives the wrong answer just to be obstinate.”
Parrots are equipped with a vocal anatomy which, though very different from that of humans, allows them to mimic the human voiceâsomething that other super-smart animals like dogs, chimps and dolphins have a harder time doing.
But it seems like some of these more vocally challenged species would like to imitate human speech, even if they don’t know how.
Donna Kassewitz, a researcher at SpeakDolphin.com, a Miami-based group working to break the human-dolphin communication barrier (and a faithful Angels on Earth reader), told me a story that bore this out.
Her husband, Jack, was swimming with a dolphin named Jupiter when Jupiter suddenly became quite animated. “He was really getting in Jack’s faceâin a friendly but talkative and insistent way,” Donna said.
“While underwater, the dolphin began bobbing his head around excitedly while opening and closing his mouth and vocalizing. It was quite unusual for a dolphin to behave this way because dolphins don’t use their mouths to vocalize. Instead these sounds come through the blowhole on the top of the head.
“It seemed as if Jupiter was imitating the way humans talk in an effort to show that he wanted to communicate with Jack. Understandably, Jack couldn’t shake the feeling that there was important information that Jupiter was determined to share.
“Multiple times over a four-hour period, Jack thought the session with Jupiter was over and tried to exit the water, but each time Jupiter would gently grasp Jack’s arm, pulling him back in, and Jupiter would begin talking again!
“Eventually Jack was so exhausted from swimming that Jupiter kindly let him get out.”
Donna added, “The experience made us feel that the dolphins are probably just as frustrated as we are about our limited ability to understand each other. Events such as this galvanize our commitment to breaking the dolphin language code once and for allâin fact, we pray daily for God’s guidance in this research.
“It feels urgent that we give dolphins a scientifically undeniable voice in the world. We believe that when we do, humanity is going to discover that there are many important topics these creatures want to discuss with us.”
Such stories underline what most of us know already: Animals are kindred spirits. And though their consciousness may differ from ours in important ways, they are nonetheless beings with genuine inner lives, lives that they would, if they could, be happy to share with us.
Not that, by their very existence, animals don’t tell us plenty. “The word,” wrote the second-century Christian thinker Origen in his Commentary on St. John’s Gospel, “is present in every creature, however small.”
A century later Dionysius the Areopagite wrote that “since the creation of the world, the invisible mysteries of God are grasped by the intellect through creatures.”
What both these writers are getting at is that just as all of creation itself is a kind of language (one that God spoke into being at the beginning of time), so too can all of God’s creatures be seen as actual words within that language. The sheer stunning variety of the animal kingdom bears this out.
The word “poet” originally comes from a Greek word meaning “maker,” and if creation is a kind of giant poem it makes sense that God would only be satisfied with the largest vocabulary of “words” possible.
Hence we live in a world inhabited not only by dogs, cats and horses, but by wombats, platypuses, pygmy gorillas, potbellied pigs, sea cows, capybaras, flying foxes, star-nosed moles, blue whales and every other manner of beast and bird and creeping thing as well.
But in all this glorious variety, one creature does stand apart: not through being intrinsically better than the rest of creation, but through the fact that it alone of all creatures was created in the exact image of God himself.
“The human being,” writes Christian philosopher Olivier Clement, “is a craftsmanâand rationalâqualities which we share with the higher animals, the difference between us being one of degree and not of kind.”
Though we humans, in other words, are in no intrinsic way better than the animal creation with which we share the planet, we are higher than they are on the ladder of beingâthe ladder which, according to traditional Christian cosmology, stretches from the lowliest earthly creature through humans and angels all the way up to God.
In fact, by virtue of our unique relationship with the creator we are higher than the angels, even though they lie above us as we lie above the animals.
It’s precisely this unique connection with God that gives us the awesome responsibility we humans carry here on earth.
As the sole and single truly God-like being in all of creation, it is our job, as the Book of Genesis proclaims, to exercise dominion over our fellow creatures: dominion not in the sense of tyranny and exploitation, but in the true meaning of the word, which is that of a lord who not only rules but protects the citizens of his kingdom.
How important is this task of stewardship that God has entrusted to us humans? Vitally so. As the animals in our companyâfrom my dog Mercury all the way up to Jupiter the dolphinâwould surely tell us if they could.
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How Your Pain Can Help Others
I met up with a friend whose 17-year-old daughter is struggling. I hadnât seen C.C. for a while, and since the purpose of getting together was to talk about her difficulties, not mine, I gave her the elevator-pitch version of my life in recent months.
âOh my goodness! Why are you even here talking to me?â she gasped.
I grinned impishly. âUh⊠Busmanâs holiday?â
Seriously, I donât want life to be all about me and my problems.
One redeeming quality of my struggles is that I can apply whatever nuggets of wisdom I learn to make someone elseâs life easier.
I can help others in new ways: I can be a better friend, a better listener. I can ask better questions, and I can empathize first before jumping into problem-solving mode. This gives me something constructive to do with my pain.
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I find that the world becomes very small if itâs all about me. My likes and dislikes become more pertinent, my preferences rise to dictator status. We all need a life bigger than the circle of our pleasures and woes, a world where we can contribute kindness as well as receive it.
This goes beyond needing to be needed, because we genuinely *are* needed. Someone out there needs your ear, needs your hug. Someone out there needs a half hour of your attention, or maybe two or three half-hours. I daresay they need it regardless of whether youâre happy or sad, and they certainly need you more than you need to watch a TV show or play a mindless game on your phone. Youâre likely to feel better after helping, too. Or at least thatâs how it goes for me.
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C.C. and I talked for a long while, and at the end of our occasionally tearful, occasionally laughing conversation, we hugged. She thanked me for taking the time to meet up with her. I said, âItâs a real pleasure to see you. Always.â
For sometimes the reason itâs better to give than receive is that when we give of ourselves we receive a certain kind of gift we canât get any other way.
How Veteran Skye P. Marshall Brought Her Military Experience to the Set of ‘Indivisible’
Skye P. Marshall always knew she wanted to join the military. She had practical reasons for wanting to enlistâgetting a bachelorâs degree without going into debtâbut also felt it would fulfill her purpose. Marshall has always felt led to inspire others. What better place for inspiration than the armed forces?
Although not religious when she enlisted, in hindsight, she says Godâs guiding hand is evident, down to which branch she joined. Originally she signed up to join the Navy.
âI was in line to swear in with the Navy. I looked across the hallway and saw the Air Force line,â Marshall told Guideposts.org. âThis feeling overcame my body and Iâve always been one to trust my instinct.â
She left the Navy line and went straight back to the Air Force recruiting office, resigning herself to a lifetime of people asking her if she joined the Air Force because her name was Skye. Marshall served for three years. When her enlistment ended she attended college and eventually got a corporate job in New York City. On the outside, everything was going exactly as planned. But something was missing.
âI called my mother and told her Iâd worked so hard for this cubicle, but Iâve been here two years and Iâm not happy,â Marshall said. âShe said, âAsk God for clarity, but whatever you receive you canât judge it.â
At the time, Marshall didnât have a relationship with God, but she didnât have any other ideas so she decided to give her motherâs advice a try.
âI prayed every day and within two weeks I woke up before my alarm clock and the answer was clear as day,â Marshall said. She should be an actress.
Marshall has always had a penchant for theatrics. As a child, she would entertain relatives at family gatherings. She performed in high school theater productions and military talent shows, but she never thought of acting as a career.
âI tried to fight it, to come up with excuses. High school drop outs can be actors. It was a year after the economy crashed,â Marshall said. âBut I couldnât unhear my momâs voice saying that whatever next steps God delivers, you canât judge them.â
Marshall decided to listen to the answer she received in prayer. She quit her job and moved to Los Angeles. Marshall relied on God after she made the move. She also humbled herselfâand it was through this humbling that she got her first breaks. She met someone at a catering gig who got Marshall her first part. She started praying more specifically for roles and soon landed parts on shows like NCIS, Black Lightning and Greyâs Anatomy.
âIâve learned in the practice of prayer the more specific I can get in my prayer the faster Iâm going to manifest my desires,â Marshall said. And so she began to pray in earnest for her dream. âI prayed for a military role.â
She dreamed of a military role and even had a few auditions, but was told she was too attractive to play a military member. Everything changed when she worked with the actress Sarah Drew on an episode of Greyâs Anatomy. Little did Marshall know, Drew was producing Indivisible, a faith-based film with prominent military roles.
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Indivisible tells the true story of Army Chaplain Darren Turner as he struggles with faith, combat and his marriage before and during his time deployed. Drew plays his wife Heather in the film. Marshall was brought in to audition for the part of Sgt. Shonda Peterson, who is tasked with protecting Turner.
âIt was the exact role Iâve been praying for,â Marshall said. She was elated when she got the part, but there was one big drawback.
âI had to put on an army uniform,â Marshall jokes.
During the shoot, Marshall kept herself busy making sure everything looked right. She straightened hats, tucked in laces and adjusted postures. She even found herself pausing mid-conversation to address actors playing officers in the movie.
âMy military experience helped me out in every aspect [of this film],â Marshall said. âFrom knowing the way you hold an M16 to the way you carry yourself in uniform.â
Going from the military to corporate America to acting might not seem like a natural progression, but Marshall sees the thread tying everything together.
âThere is a difference between your career and what youâre passionate about,â Marshall said. âPurpose is God given. I enjoy and am passionate about acting, but my purpose is to motivate and inspire.â
Playing Sgt. Peterson was the perfect combination of Marshallâs career and purpose.
âFaith is at the core of every credit I have every obtained,â Marshall said. âI donât believe any opportunity found me without me planting the seedâand the seed began in prayer. I realized how powerful I am when I co-create with God. Itâs limitless.â
Marshallâs biggest hope is that Indivisible speaks to military members.
âWhen the battle in uniform is over and they have to face battles out of uniformâwhether within marriage or with their mental healthâI hope this movie inspires them to fight for their lives,â Marshall said. âAnd I hope it inspires them to be open and available to receiving help from their communities and God because both are available 24/7.â
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How Two Kittens Helped Her Daughter with Special Needs
It was the ski trip that did it. I had taken my 11-year-old daughter, Bayleigh, to a Special Olympics Winter Games event at a ski resort here in New Hampshire. Bayleigh has cerebral palsy and had been skiing with an adaptive ski program since she was four. We enjoyed skiing together, and I thought she would have fun at the games. But her anxiety got the better of her. Despite my coaxing and encouragement, she wouldnât leave our cabin the entire time. It made me sad to see her missing out not only on some great skiing but also on making new friends.
I went home convinced that I had to do something to make Bayleigh face her fears. I fought fiercely for my daughter when people put limitations on her. In fact, Iâd been known to go full-on mama bear in her defense, maybe because I was a single mom and I didnât trust anyone else to look out for my little girl. Still I understood that if she never stepped out from under my protection, she would never grow. Sometimes a person needs to be pushed in order to overcome a challenge and make a breakthrough. Iâd seen that in my work as a speech pathologist and in my own journey learning to live with a visual impairment from a traumatic brain injury Iâd sustained years ago in a car accident.
Why not use Bayleighâs love of animals as motivation? Weâd been looking for a friend for our cat, Chloe, ever since our other cat died several months earlier. Now I shifted my search to adopting from another state, one far enough away that we would have to take a plane to pick up our new pet. Bayleigh was afraid of flying, going to unfamiliar places and meeting new people. If she wanted another kitty, sheâd have to do all those things.
Every day I checked animal rescue websites, looking for a cat that my daughter wouldnât be able to resist. My search eventually led me to Best Friends Animal Sanctuary in Kanab, Utah. As soon as I read the write-up on Popcorn and Cheddar, a pair of orange tabby kittens, I knew they were meant for us, even though I hadnât intended to adopt two cats. They were brother and sister, 12 weeks old. Both had been diagnosed with cerebellar hypoplasiaâthe feline version of cerebral palsy. The female kitten, Cheddar, also had a visual impairment.
I showed their listing to Bayleigh. âWhat do you think?â I asked.
âPopcorn and Cheddar are like me and you!â she said, her face lighting up. âWe have to adopt them!â
âWeâll have to fly all the way to Utah to get them,â I said. âAre you okay with that?â
Bayleigh nodded slowly. Thatâs progress, I thought. She hadnât even been willing to consider flying before. As it turned out, the sanctuary arranged to fly the kittens to an airport near us. No need for us to get on a plane, to Bayleighâs reliefâand my disappointment. Would I be able to come up with something else to help her overcome her fears?
The Best Friends staff told us Popcorn and Cheddarâs neurological condition caused them to walk with an unsteady gait and fall down often. They couldnât climb stairs or jump up onto the couch. Bayleigh and I kitten-proofed our house before their arrival. We covered sharp corners and hung cloth under the kitchen table and chairs to make low hammocks for them to sleep in. We bought a low-profile litter box that would be easier for them to use.
Bayleigh and I were used to making adaptations. Weâd done it all her life. She was born six weeks early, and immediately doctors informed me something wasnât right. At just two days old, my little girl was diagnosed with cerebral palsy. I was told she would never walk, run or be able to live a normal life. Bayleigh defied the doctorsâ predictions and took her first steps when she was two and half years old.
I was so proud of how far sheâd come. Bayleigh still had her struggles. She had learning disabilities associated with cerebral palsy. School was difficult for her, academically and socially. Being different from her peers bothered her. She hesitated to attempt new things and clammed up around others, particularly in public settings.
Yet she braved the airport not once but twice to pick up the kittens. While we waited for the flight, Bayleigh watched the planes take off. I could see the tension in her body, but she didnât ask to leave. Minutes before their flight was due to arrive, I got a call from a Best Friends staff member. The kittens werenât on the flight. During their layover, an airline employee noticed they seemed wobbly and took them to a vet to be checked out. âI explained about their neurological condition,â the staffer said. âBut the airline wanted to be sure. Theyâre spending the night at the vet, and theyâll be on a flight to you tomorrow.â
I was surprised and grateful the airline took such care with our new babies. Bayleigh didnât even mind having to come back to the airport the next day to get them. We fell in love with Popcorn and Cheddar right away. They were curious, playful and so much fun. Weâd had the kittens for only a few days when one of Bayleighâs friends came over to meet them. I overheard her friend ask, âWill they ever be able to climb the stairs?â
âYou never know,â Bayleigh said. âI wasnât supposed to walk, but now I can run Iâm not going to let anyone tell these kittens what they can and canât do.â
Yes! Iâd said that about Bayleigh so often, but this was the first time I heard her take the same stance. I felt like doing a fist pump.
Something shifted in Bayleigh as she watched the kittens grow. It was as if a light switched on: Being different wasnât a bad thing. It just required an adjustment in perspective. When she taught Popcorn and Cheddar something new, such as how to play with feather toys, sheâd say, âItâs all right if it takes you some time to get this. Even a baby step is a step in the right direction.â
Bayleigh adopted this positive, accepting attitude toward herself. One day she was playing with Cheddar and the kitten got startled. Her muscles tensed up, and for a moment she couldnât move. âMom, Cheddarâs body is doing what mine does when thereâs a fire drill at school,â Bayleigh said. âI hope sheâs not scared. Itâs just something that happens to our muscles, and itâs okay.â
The kittensâ personalities emerged. Popcorn likes to live life in the fast lane. He does this little hop-roll move to chase toys and our other cat, Chloe. Heâs fearless and daring. Cheddar falls down a lot more often than her brother. She moves slowly and carefully, with determination in her eyes. Her condition hasnât stopped her from learning to walk outside on a leash.

Popcorn and Cheddar thrived despite their challenges, and Bayleigh did the same. âMom, I want to learn how to ride a bike,â she said one day.
âYou already know how to ride.â
âI ride an adapted bike. I want to ride a two-wheeler.â
I was blown away by how Bayleighâs confidence had blossomed. But it also had me navigating a new parenting path. Could she really handle these bigger tests? Two weeks later, Bayleigh was riding a two-wheeler, and the smile on her face was all the answer I needed.
Welcoming Cheddar and Popcorn into our family has been good for me too. Every other week I put them in a stroller and we walk to the painting class I take at an art studio. Passersby stop to pet them and ask about their condition and how theyâre doing. Seeing people accept our cats has made me notice how many people accept Bayleigh too. I used to automatically go on the defensive, but now I see so many folks are cheering for her to do well.
And she has. This past February, Bayleigh and I returned to the Special Olympics Winter Games event. This time I didnât have to plead with her to leave our cabin or ride the ski lift. She did those things on her own. She introduced herself to other kids and competed in two downhill ski races. She fell a few times and picked herself right back up. She even took home two gold medals.
Iâd adopted two kittens with special needs two years ago knowing it would change their lives. I never dreamed that it would change our lives too. Popcorn and Cheddar accomplished something I hadnât been able to. They helped Bayleigh see that she could be just like themâfearless and determined.
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How Truffles the Cat Helps Kids Who Need Glasses
Imagine being a child, unable to see well. Your eyes are tested, dilated, puffed with air or squirted with liquid, and now youâre told youâll need to wear glasses. Or perhaps, an eye patch. It can all be very scary.
Enter master optician Danielle Crull, who started her practice in Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania, specifically for youthâinfants through teensâwho need glasses. In 2002, she opened A Childâs Eyes, the first independent optical shop of its kind in the United States, and now runs the practice with the help of her husband and their three children, who are all in their twenties and board-certified opticians.
Wearing glasses as a kid prompted Danielleâs interest in the field and she jumped in with an apprenticeship right out of high school, before earning her national certifications. Her work with a pediatric ophthalmologist gave her hands-on experience and made her see the need for child-focused opticians.
While her practice was her priority, Danielle also made time to sing in the family band at a nearby church camp. They were a big hitâand not just with people. Stray cats and their kittens would roam around as the band jammed. After one gig, her kids begged her to keep the last kitten from a litter. They already had two cats at home, âbut of course they wore me down,â says Danielle. âShe was this little growling furball who didnât want to be held.â
Yet Danielle and the Maine Coon, Truffles, bonded quickly, and the kitten revealed her treat-motivated personality. âThat discovery showed me she could be taught very easily,â Danielle says. Truffles quickly learned to sit, stand, high-five and wave. âIâm no cat trainer. Sheâs just really smart,â Danielle admits.
Truffles first accompanied Danielle to A Childâs Eyes in 2018, joining a bird and hermit crabs Danielle describes as her âweapons to get kids distracted and comfortable.â She fit the fuss-free feline with glasses (without lenses), sizing her frames just as she would for a child.
âShe is magic with the kiddos,â says Danielle, whose customers range from four months to 18 years old. âThe young children are especially leery after all the testing theyâve gone through. Iâll say, âTruffles wants to show you her glasses,â and she normalizes it for them within just a few minutes.â Truffles also uses her super smarts to allay kidsâ fear of testing. She demonstrates how to do a shape test, identifying an apple and a circle with a tap of her paw.
Just like a growing kid, Truffles had to be refitted after a few years. Sheâll bat her glasses off when sheâs tired but has also been known to fall asleep in them. If a child suffers from amblyopia (a weaker eye) and needs an eye patch, Danielle adds a patch to Trufflesâ glasses. And for kids who canât visit the office, Truffles stars in a series of videos about eye exams and glasses care on trufflesthekitty.com.
âEvery day I see Truffles fulfill her purpose through these children,â says Danielle. âIf God had a plan for Truffles, then there isnât anyone on this earth that he doesnât have a plan for.â
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