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November 30, 2019

This month we celebrate Jesus. Whenever I think of His grace, I’m overwhelmed with thanksgiving. He’s the reason we have eternal life and hope for this life. He can heal all our deepest wounds and satisfy our longings. He will bring justice to the oppressed, and best of all, He gives life.

This month’s devotional video [see below] comes with homework and DIY activities for you, as well as your young and older kiddies. Plus, we are thrilled to provide coloring and copywork for those training and mastering their writing.

As we continue to be intentional with our mission to “bloom” for Jesus, may the [below] December 2019 Others Centered Calendar Challenge be an encouragement to you and those around you. My team and I pray these prompts get you one step closer toward our God, the Ultimate Father.

The Art of Living is #OthersCentered Calendar-Dec- 2019-Cynthia L. Simmons

And as we do each month, let’s pray together:  Dear Father, thank you for sending Jesus to Earth. I’m grateful all authority will rest on Him in eternity because He will be kind and fair. I pray He will be my counselor this month and call me to rest rather than overwork or overdo. May He keep me close so I will be filled with His peace as I celebrate with family and friends. How wonderful that You are mighty and able to do whatever I ask or think. Shower me with your blessings this month. In Jesus name, Amen.

To download, the December 2019 Others Centered Calendar Challenge, click here.


Grief and Children: How to Help Them When You Hurt

November 29, 2019

Not everyone enjoys the holidays. Losing someone we love hurts, and the empty chair aches the first Thanksgiving and Christmas. We must remember children grieve too, but they can’t process their emotions the same way we do. 

Amy Ford was my guest this week, and she is a counselor specializing in children. She gave tips on helping your child grieve when you are hurting too.



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Prayer for Thanksgiving

November 22, 2019

Hostess Cynthia L Simmons offers a prayer for thanksgiving:

Oh, taste and see that the Lord is good.

Blessed is the man who takes refuge in Him

Oh fear the Lord, you His saints, 

For those who fear him have no lack

The young lions want and suffer hunger,

But those who seek the Lord lack for no good.

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Tips on Parenting and Teaching Thanksgiving

November 15, 2019

My father seldom called me the right name. First he called me his sister’s name, then mother’s before he landed on mine. Once my aunt died, I requested he drop out her name, but he didn’t. I can’t criticize him, though, because I messed up my kids names. Even worse, I’ve used the cat’s name by mistake. LOL.

Recently, a young father complained on facebook about confusing his kid’s names. I welcomed him to the joys of parenting.

My guest this week was Lori Wildenberg. She gave amazing advice about how to connect with your child, and how to empower them. Plus, have you thought about the difference between helping and enabling? She clears up that issue. Listen and enjoy!


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Platinum Faith: How to Live Brilliant, Be Resilient, Know Your Worth

November 7, 2019

Princess Beatrice has been flashing her new engagement ring, and the media has been showing photos of other royal rings for comparison. How fun to ooh and ah over the size and cost of each However, because platinum is rare, it’s worth even more. 

Bethany Jett and Michelle Medlock Adams recently finished a book called Platinum Faith, which described all-in faith. They shared how valuable we are in God’s eyes and how to have resilient faith.  



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Blog, Commitment to Christ, Emotions, Family, Forgiveness, Goals, Grief, Guilt, Hope, Praise, Technology, Walking by Faith

Kindle Fried

April 29, 2015

While turning off lights for the night, my husband frowned as he stepped in the kitchen. “What’s that odd smell?”

I glanced toward the microwave and gasped. My kindle was going round and round on the turntable. With two seconds left on the timer, I had no hope of rescue.

Crazy! What was I thinking? Last winter I started a new bed-time ritual.  I climbed in bed with my heating pad and kindle. The heating pad made me comfy and reading ensured I’d get drowsy. That night, however, I’d fallen asleep in the basement.  Quite groggy, I’d staggered toward the kitchen and cooked the wrong item.

Using a pot holder, I lifted my sizzling kindle out of the microwave and gazed at the smoky mess. The screen was smoldering and black. The ‘on’ button didn’t respond, but then it was searing. While the leather case looked okay, the keyboard tossed a letter across the room, as if to protest.

I felt like protesting too. When Amazon first announced the kindle, I thought it was an odd idea. I loved everything about books, the cover, the pages, and the smell. Why use digital device? I wanted to hold the entire book in my hand.  After my husband gave me one, however, I found lots of ways to use it. It’s much lighter than a laptop and great for taking notes. Plus, I plugged it into my car stereo and had it read to me when I drove.  I downloaded a writing app and used it for a personal prayer journal too. But a cooked kindle no longer does any of that.

At this point, I was pretty disgusted with myself, but a bad mood would keep me awake.   My body doesn’t function well without sleep, so I had to do something. I recalled how positive my mother was, and I chose good thoughts. In the midst of my foolish mistake, I allowed my mess up to remind me of God’s perfections. He never falls asleep and never fumbles anything.  Once I started listing his goodness to me, the negative emotions lifted.  Besides, a kindle won’t last forever, and he does.

Have you not known? Have you not heard? The LORD is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He does not faint or grow weary; his understanding is unsearchable. He gives power to the faint, and to him who has no might he increases strength.

Even youths shall faint and be weary, and young men shall fall exhausted;
but they who wait for the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint. Isaiah 40


Blog, Praise, Prayer, Walking by Faith

Fickle Desires

February 5, 2015

Ragdoll cat

Colonel Brandon

My cat gazed at me with his big blue eyes and gave another pitiful meow. He turned his head toward the door to the back porch, as if I would grasp his meaning. Colonel Brandon lived inside, but that day the outdoors appeared fascinating.

“Silly kitty.” I stroked his back. “It’s too cold out there. You won’t like the snow.”

He managed to look down at me, even though I towered over him, and he repeated his desperate wail.

“Okay, fine. You want ice, and I’ll let you try it.” I opened the back door onto the porch where the snow mounded three inches deep.

Without the flick of an eyelid, he pranced onto the porch, but he sank into the white stuff and froze. He sniffed all around him and took a tentative step. A grimace crossed his kitty face, and he held up his front paw, as if disgusted.

“Well, kitty?” I chuckled. “Does it meet with your approval?”

He looked off into the distance and got that wild look in his eyes, as if he spotted something to chase. A few steps later, the Colonel stopped and looked about the icy porch with narrowed eyes. He picked up his back feet, one at a time, and shook. Right away he turned his attention to his front legs and repeated the exercise.

My husband and I stood inside the door laughing.

He picked up his front foot, as if ready to run, but he glared at the snow. His gaze took in the snow all around him. Every step he took would mean plunging into that white stuff. He wiggled each of his feet again and glanced at us with pleading in his eyes.

We opened the door and he dashed in, wiggling his feet fast. WE could not contain our mirth. He hurried past us with his head elevated, as if he knew we had fun at his expense.

Just like my cat, I’ve begged God for things and lost my cool when he didn’t do what I asked. Perhaps he knew I wouldn’t like what I asked for or that what I wanted wouldn’t be good for me. I’m thankful our heavenly father isn’t a vending machine, which pops out whatever we request. Instead he cares so much that he refuses our thoughtless demands and grants us what we do need.

Praise our wonderful Abba Father.


Blog, Emotions, Forgiveness, Guilt, Walking by Faith, Worry

Faith and Forgiveness

December 31, 2014

Author and Speaker

Cynthia L Simmons

Luke 1:6 “And they (Elizabeth and Zacharias) were both righteous before God, walking blamelessly in all the commandments and statutes of the Lord.” (ESV)

Elizabeth and Zacharias, the two people proclaimed godly in this verse, gave birth to John the Baptist. If you continue reading the first chapter of Luke, you discover their story. While Zacharias performed his priestly duties, an angel appeared to him to announce his wife would bear a son. Up until that time, he and his wife had no children, so this was great news. Frankly, I expected the man to jump up and down or shout praises. Instead this priest—whom God declared righteous—asked for a sign.

Hmm? So where was his faith? This holy man doubted? How could that be after God applauded his sterling character? Throughout Scripture God made it clear that “the just shall live by faith.” (Hab. 2:4)  Later, Jesus complained about his reception at the hands of Jewish people because “This generation is an evil generation. It seeks for a sign…” So how could the Lord label Zacharias blameless when he did the same thing?

I believe the answer can be found in 1 John 1:7 “But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus his Son cleanses us from all sin.” (ESV) Yes, Zacharias blew it when he failed to believe. However, I’m sure he repented when he found out he wouldn’t be able to speak again until after his son’s birth. After his wife delivered, his speech returned, and he overflowed with praise. The Lord knew how his priest would respond. Zacharias’s heart sought God, so Christ’s sacrifice covered his sin.

I often fail too, and my tendency is to berate myself, even after I confess. This passage encourages me because it teaches the Lord still regards me as holy, even when I fall. He knows my heart, and my weaknesses. I’m made of dust. Even though I strive never to trip up, I still do. When I stumble, I run back to his arms and seek forgiveness. He sees me as righteous because I’m under the blood. “There is therefore no condemnation to those that are in Christ Jesus.” Romans 8:1.



Blog, Finding Meaning, Philosophy, Praise, Responsiblity, Walking by Faith

What About Praise?

November 1, 2013



Church in England

Bath, England

Every Sunday, organ music boomed throughout the sanctuary and adults around me sang.  Choir members wore gold robes and serious looks while they added their voices to the congregation. At five, praise made no sense to me. In church, people sang the doxology (whatever that was) while wearing good clothes. (The ones I wore itched.) I wasn’t really sure what ‘pavilioned in splendor’ meant or what ‘girded with praise’ had to do with life.

For me, life meant I had to do with a series of chores. Finding my shoes in time for school made me worry. Writing my name— especially the ‘y’—created anxiety. Learning to add and subtract created the worst crisis I could imagine.  Praise didn’t fit in anywhere. Yet I went to church and tried to sing those songs every week.

As I grew older, I recall looking forward to finding out what my internal organs did. For some reason, I thought they did wonderful things for the world. When I learned that my stomach, intestines and liver only kept me alive, I got upset.  And then I sensed the routine of life could become a rut. Chores never stayed completed, and life presented obstacles to accomplish what you had to do.  You woke, dressed, had breakfast, lunch, dinner, and then repeated it all the next day. Life offered inherent meaning. (I didn’t know Philosopher John Paul Sartre already said that years before my birth.)

Then, one day it clicked. “Man shall not live by bread alone…” doesn’t mean we need to eat vegetables. It means we need God.  The rest of the verse said “But by every word that proceeds out of the mouth of God.”  These words lead us to transcendence—something bigger than life.  We have to live for something. That something is our Creator, the one who calls himself ‘existence’ or Jahweh.

In light of my discovery, praise has great value. I can forget daily frustrations while lifting my voice in praise of the one who holds all things together, forgives my sins,and gives me eternal life.


“You make me glad by your deeds, O LORD (Jahweh)

I sing for joy at the works of your hands.

How great are your works, O LORD (Jahweh)

How profound your thoughts!” Psalm 92:4 – 5

Blog, Communication, Emotions, Family, Love, Marriage

Just A Name

October 3, 2013


Mr. Alvin Cofer

Mr. Cofer with Cynthia and her brother

My gaze wandered over the ruddy man Mother and Granny chatted with. Who was he? Could I trust him? Only a few weeks ago he invaded our family when he married my grandmother, but I didn’t open up to just anyone. Even at age five, they had to earn my confidence. This burly man hadn’t.

“Welcome, Cindy.” Alvin Cofer grabbed me and hugged hard.

One strike against the man. I prefered to keep my distance for awhile, check things out. Could it be that this man was really safe? Mother smiled, as if it was normal to be snatched and squeezed with so much energy. He let me go, and I stepped away.

“I’m going to leave now, Cindy.” Mama opened her arms. “May I have a hug?”

I threw myself at her and relaxed in her embrace.  Granny stood by grinning and gave me a special wink. We’d have fun with her. My brother and I could depend on eating lots of our favorite foods when I visited, like cake and cookies. This new husband, Mr. Cofer, bothered me.

My brother hugged Mom, and the two of us waved as she pulled her car onto the man road.

“Come along, Cindy.” Mr. Cofer held out his hand. “Let’s go on up to the house.”

I hung back while my insides cringed. The name ‘Cindy’ sounded uncomfortable, even bad. It reminded me of ashes Cinderella had to clean up. Mother often commented that she named me Cynthia in order to call me Cindy, but I never liked it. On the other hand, Cynthia brought magical thoughts to mind. A queen would call herself Queen Cynthia, and everyone would have to bow. Enchanting.

Mr. Cofer squatted down. He smelled of cigarettes. Ugh! The evening sun brought out the red highlights in his hair. We had brown and blonde hair in our family. The red felt hot and uncomfortable. But his warm blue eyes gazed into mine.They didn’t seem scary.

I knew I’d best reply, or else take his hand. Words popped into my mind, but I swallowed. I’d made a promise to call him grandfather, but my tongue didn’t want to say it. “Granddad…could you call me Cynthia?”

His face lit up. “Sure, Cynthia.”

I took his hand.

He gave me a broad smile and picked me up. “This hill is pretty steep if you aren’t used to climbing it.” He walked toward the white house. “What treat would you like after dinner? I have a store full of goodies. What’s your favorite candy bar?”

I shrugged. Mom allowed us a little candy, but not enough to know what to ask for. Alvin Cofer owned a country grocery store and he had myriads of things my brother and I never dreamed of.

Over the course of several days, my new grandfather called me Cynthia without failing once. I’d think about my name and the beauty of the syllables as they slid from your mouth. At times I practiced with different inflections. After awhile I settled on a new way to say it with emphasis on the last syllable. The unusual pronunciation pleased me.

One afternoon I approached Mr. Cofer with a  request. Even after all his kindness, I worried. Would he think me silly? Momma would. I could imagine asking her and see her face grow tight. Granddad  gave lots of hugs during the week. Maybe, just maybe he’d indulge me.  “Could you call me CynthiAHHH?”

“Of course, CynthiAHHHHH.” His blue eyes twinkled.

It sounded like heaven to my ears, and I danced away grinning.

A year passed. I thought more about Cynthia, and the proper way to say it. At the mature age of six I realized that the music could be found in the first syllables, rather than the last one. Besides every time Granddad used my pronunciation, Mom rolled her eyes. I asked him to use the accepted pronunciation, and he agreed. That made me happy.

Even though time brings changes, I still love the name Cynthia. Now I enjoy its history in addition to the sound. My new grandfather died when I was nine. He won my heart, and his passing made me sad. I lost my mother a few years ago and my father soon afterward. The death of my parents left a huge void in my life. Their love served as an anchor. In their absence, however, I felt free to make a choice. Now I spell my nickname Cyndi. It looks more like my real name—the one on my birth certificate.

Despite the change, I’m the same person, who is growing, reaching out, seeking Christ.

Philippians 3:14 I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.

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