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Kisses of Sunshine for Women Copyright 2005 by Speak Up, Inc., and Thelma Wells Requests for information should be addressed to:
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Kisses of sunshine for women / [compiled by] Carol Kent and Thelma Wells.
Summary: 'This devotional provides sources of hope for readers'
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ISBN-10: 0-310-24768-3 (hardcover)
1. Christian womenPrayer-books and devotionsEnglish. I. Kent,
Carol, 1947 II. Wells, Thelma, 1941
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he knows my name Thelma Wells The beginning of wisdom is to call things by their right names.
Chinese proverb My mother was little more than a child herself when, at age seventeen, she gave birth to me.
Not only was she young, she was crippled and unmarried. In scribbled handwriting, from the back room of my grandparents' home in Dallas, Texas, she wrote 'Baby Girl Morris'
on my birth certificate. However, she called me 'Thelma'
after the midwife who helped deliver me. Later I assumed the distinctive last name of 'Smith' from my biological father.
It wasn't until I applied for a passport to take a trip to Panama that I encountered a real problem, when all I could produce was a birth certificate that read 'Baby Girl Morris.' I had to spend $175 in a court of law to buy the name I had used all my life.
Not many women can say, 'I was a girl without a name,' but I meet ladies every day who have no idea who they really are. It is one of the greatest privileges of my life to be able to say (and write a book with the title), Girl, Have I Got Good News for You!
One aspect of sharing God's love with women that I most enjoy is helping them regain their self-esteem. I get so excited as I am able to 'midwife' them into an understanding of God's role in erasing the baggage of shame and guilt they may be dragging around. I tell them, 'You don't have to live with silent, private guilt all of your life. What may have happened in your past is over and should be done with. It's history. You can pack your guilt and shame away in a box, use duct tape around the edges to seal it tightly, and put it in the trash where it belongs, because Jesus wants you to bring it to him.'
And after I have delivered this good news, I tell them they have a new name. They are not a nobody, they are not a generic Baby Girl Doe in their Father's eyes. He calls them by a holy name. They are blessed, redeemed, and precious. They are his lambs, daughters of the king, his bride.
I paid $175 for a piece of paper that says my name is Thelma Wells.
Jesus paid with his life, on a cross, to give me a new name written in the Book of Life. Today I happily and legally go by the earth name of 'Thelma,' but I know my true identity, my heavenly name is 'Daughter of God, Beloved and Forgiven.'
Fear not, for I have redeemed you;
I have summoned you by name; you are mine.
a surprise in the closet Shari Minke All that we send into the lives of others comes back into our own.
Reminisce magazine Ugh! I tried pushing the hangers in my bedroom closet. Curling my fingers behind the metal rod I felt the obstacle preventing my success. I pulled out a wadit was two crumpled ten-dollar bills!
Instantly my fingers went into search mode feeling for more
'wads.' Ha! I discovered another one, then another, and another! Laughter bubbled out of me as I threw money on the floor. I dropped to the floor, flattened the money, and counted.
I rushed to the phone and called my husband. 'You'll never guess what just happened! I found $800 in our closet!' Tom was as stunned as I was.
'What do we do with the money?' I asked.
Tom chuckled. 'Call your Dadhe's a wise manbut the first thing I want you to do is to check all the closets!'
Finding no more money, I called my father. Dad's counsel was this: 'According to the law, when you purchase a house, all its contents become your property, so legally, the money is yours. But you have to ask yourself, 'What is the ethical thing to do?' Ask God. He will show you what he wants you to do with the money.'
Seven years earlier we had purchased our home from a man named Fred. We learned that Fred built the home for his wife.
It was their 'dream house.' After they lived in the home for only two years, Fred's wife died of cancer. He left the house empty for another two years, unable to bear the thought of selling it.
During the seven years we lived in the house, Fred had passed away. Fred's daughter, Judy, lived in our subdivision. I struggled with whether the money should go to Judy.
I told God honestly, 'I really want this money. You know it would help with our current cost of finishing the basement, but what do you want me to do with it? Please show me.'
A few days later while reading my Bible, words on the page seemed to blaze like neon lights, 'Keep your lives free from the love of money and be content with what you have' (Hebrews 13:5).
In that moment I had the answer. God also impressed on my heart this message:
Wait. I will tell you when to give Judy the money.
The following Sunday I felt like a bolt of lightning hit me.
God spoke to my heart saying, Go! Go now! I jumped off the couch, stuffed the money in my pocket, and said to Tom, 'I'm going to Judy's house!'
When Judy opened the door, I could see she had been crying.
I asked if I could come in, and she graciously invited me inside.
'Judy, a couple of weeks ago while I was moving the clothes in my closet, I discovered some money hidden up under the rod.'
Dropping her head, she smiled, 'That would have been my mother.'
I pulled the large wad of bills out of my pocket and said,
'Well, this money belongs to you.'
Judy sat stunned for a moment as I placed the bundle in her hands. Stammering, as though coming out of shock, Judy shook her head, 'Uh, no, wait, you found the money, it belongs to you.'
'No, Judy, the money belongs to you,' I assured her.
Tears streamed down her face. 'I've been alone for a while.
It's not often that my husband and kids are out at the same time.
Just before you came over, I was missing my mother so badly I walked into the family room and took a picture of her off the wall. As I was holding the picture, I said aloud to God, 'Please,
just let me know my mom is okay.' Then you showed up at the door.'
Now both of us were crying!
For seven years I had shifted the seasonal clothes in my closet. Never had the hidden wads of money hindered me. How inconceivable that God knew a day would come when Judy would be missing her mother so terribly and call out to him for comfort. God was there, waiting to