Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Hope, Faith, and Unimaginable Grief

A beautiful, amazing friend of mine lost her husband this week. She has always had such a love of the Lord, and an unwavering faith. Here is the statement she wrote for a local news report on her husband's passing. It will change you.



God is my ultimate Provider, Jehovah-jireh is His name; one of the many ways
He has provided for me was by giving me Kevin Mose Weiss.


At approximately the age of 12, I met Kevin Mose at AWANA Club. The
mission of AWANA is to help "churches and parents worldwide raise children and youth to know, love, and serve God." Kevin’s nickname at our AWANA Club was, “Monkey Boy”. A couple of my friends and I had a crush on him. I guess you could say in the end, I won.

Our first date was at Lake Geneva Raceway. I was watching him use his skills on the track. He did well; he made it to the final race. His car got bumped, and the front right wheel ended up climbing the wall. His Toyota Celica flipped upside down, and screeched across the track. My heart sank, and I feared for his life. But in typical Kevin Mose fashion, he got out of his racecar and waved to the audience.

In the beginning of our relationship, while having a serious conversation, he asked me what I thought was the purpose to life. I said, “To glorify God.” He told me, “No; the purpose of life is to tell others about Jesus.” That is when I fell in love with him. One may read that and think why didn’t he become a preacher or an evangelist? That was not his style; God gave him different kinds of gifts. Kevin Mose believed strongly that it was what you actually did for people that would show them the love of Jesus. According to Mose, the way you showed people your faith in God was to truly be there for them and meet their needs. There are numerous examples I could give you of how he lived out his faith, including: giving to local needy people he would meet along his way, helping people stranded on the side of the road with broken vehicles, aiding friends at all hours on whatever project that needed to be accomplished, having an open door policy to visitors, fixing bikes for neighborhood children, teaching others, and engaging in real conversations with people. He was a brother to the brotherless; a friend to the friendless; and Lucas and Susie are not the only ones who lost their father figure in this tragedy.

I could tell you about how attractive, masculine, and just plain awesome he was. I could tell you about how tender-hearted he was under his rough exterior. I could tell you about how intelligent and clever he was. I could tell you about how safe and protected he made me feel. I could tell you about how much fun it was to be around him.

But you will fail to see the whole picture of Kevin Mose Weiss if you do not recognize why he lived the way he did. He was an Apache pilot to remove evil from this world; he was faithful to his wife so that his children had a picture of what God meant the family to be; he loved and taught his children so as to train them up in the way they should go; and he interacted with people the way he did so that they would experience the love of Jesus, not just hear about it.

The LORD gave; He gave me a lover, a provider, and an amazing father for my children. And now the LORD hath taken away. Blessed be the name of the LORD. May the Lord Jesus forever receive all the glory for the life of Kevin Mose Weiss.

Written by Bethany Weiss 

Monday, October 19, 2015

STRESS!!!

A lot of people think Facebook is dangerous for many different reasons, but for me Facebook is is dangerous because it sets my anxiety and insecurities on fire! This is what I learned scrolling through my feed today:

Homeschooling is the only way to go
Public schools are stressing out our kids
Spoiling your kids will mess them up
Not giving your kids enough attention will mess them up
Im not a good Christian if I follow certain people
Everything I eat is going to kill me and my family
Stay at home moms are the devil
Working moms are the devil
All the issues my daughter will have as a teenager
ADHD medications are the dvil
Not giving my ADHD child meds is akin to child abuse
Im not disciplining my child well enough
Im yelling at my child too much
Im not working out a enough
Im too old to wear whatever I'm wearing
All my political beliefs are wrong
How to prevent suicide
Vaccines are killing my child
Vaccines are the only way to save my child

Is it any wonder that we are such an anxiety ridden society? Is it any wonder that if I start my day looking through my newsfeed and am grumpy and stressed all day? I would love to go back to the days of less articles and more keeping in touch with my friends and family.

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Book Review: the Oaks Remain by: Julia J Gibbs



I cannot recommend this book highly enough! In a generation so far separated from the struggles of the New Testament, Ms. Gibbs creates a world that young adults can relate to, and suffers the same struggles. In the vein of “The Hunger Games” and “Divergent”, the story takes us into a dystopian society, where the people are separated in two races, the Simulacrum and the Friguscor. The Simulacrum, a race whose blood protects them, and the Friguscor, who begin dying and decaying from the moment of birth. While they live in the same world, The Simulacrum stay hidden in plain sight, as history has shown great atrocities against them by the Friguscors. When Veralee Harper breaks one of the most sacred laws created by The Simulacrum for their protection, her entire understanding of her people and their beliefs come into question. If there is a chance that the Friguscor can be saved, is it worth the risk? Thus begins an internal battle similar to that faced by the Jews who believed Christ was the Savior and those who did not. Veralee begins to realize that blindly following the ancient traditions and laws will not save them for the Friguscor. And as war approaches, those who follow the law will stop at nothing to follow it

Thursday, April 30, 2015

Do We Know Too Much?

Lately I am finding that after spending time on social media, Facebook, twitter, instagram, whatever it may be, my anxiety level has jumped. I started really thinking about this and wondering if we just know too much.

30 years ago, when our parents were parenting, they weren't constantly bombarded with different articles and opinions on how they should be doing it or whether they are screwing up their kids doing things a certain way. They had friends and family whom they actually talked to. They didn't feel constantly judged because only they knew what went on in their own homes. Unless their was some major food recall on the news, they weren't being told how everything they choose to eat, drink or feed their kids was going to kill them. And yet somehow we survived?

And maybe worst of all, they weren't subjected to the sudden bravado of people hiding behind a keyboard. Some saying the most hideous and ugly things that they would never say to a persons face. Constant political articles on polarizing topics where you and your friends judge each other based on individual opinions on a given issue. Not only that but berating and personally attacking each other based on these opinions. Gone are the days of having a civilized argument over an issue, listening to each other, and respecting each others opinions.

I just honestly feel like we know too much. I love Facebook. Being a military wife it allows me to keep up with my friends and family whom are spread out all over the world. But all the other things in between that, have me anxiety ridden. When I really think about the things that stress me out, and can follow them back to an article I read or a comment someone made. What would I have been like 30 years ago, before the social media explosion, without everyone else's opinions of how I should eat, live, believe, or vote swimming around in my head. Without all the negativity.

I'm not saying their isn't an upside to some of the things we learn though social media, but I think we have to be careful how much we rely on it to form who we are and how we live.