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Wednesday, April 5, 2017

GENERATIONS

Mary Marcia
America's STORYTELLER
Telling Untold Stories in Photographs, Prose and Public Speaking

http://tellmeastory-marcia.blogspot.com/2017/04/generations.html

My Granny Lucille's family. Granny is in the center right behind her mother (Kathryn Klophenstein Culbertson - born 1869). Granny's father: Francis Marion Culbertson (born 1862) Photo: Circa 1915 - Granny Lucille was 10 years old.

GOD sees GENERATIONS.

Christian artist, Sara Groves, wrote a song, GENERATIONS. I met Sara and asked her how she had such great wisdom at her young age about GENERATIONS. Sara told me she learned it from her beloved grandmother.

Sara's lyrics: "Remind me of this with every decision - generations will reap what I sew. I can pass on a curse or a blessing to those I will never know. May my great-great-great granddaughter live in peace. May my great-great-great grandson live in peace."

SONG LINK: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yuVhVX9IJL4&list=RDyuVhVX9IJL4#t=23

I think ABOUT GENERATIONS now. They mean more to me as I am a grandmother, and great-grandmother. The birth of my first great-grandchild, Rosie Jewell made me think about the generations of people in my family who passed on before Rosie was born. The ones she will only know about this side of heaven, except if I tell her.

It's like I'm holding hands throughout the generations with my great-great-great grandfather and my great- granddaughter. He was a miller and wagon maker who was a widow. He was a man of faith, a Mennonite, who immigrated to the United States from France in 1834, with his eight children. My precious Rosie Jewell was just born on April 4, 2017. I hope and pray that Rosie Jewell will become a woman of faith. It's her heritage.

I've known and loved people from multiple generations. I treasure their stories.

I knew and loved my great-grandmother, Katheryn Klophenstein Culbertson, (born 1869) and my grandmother, Granny Lucille (born in 1905), and my mother, Natalie (born in 1929).

Thanks to a relative (Roy Charles Pressler) who did research in 1982, I have a book with information about generations in my family...including ancestor charts.

Ancestor Charts...

and stories about people...

my people...

Rosie's people.

I did not know my great-great grandmother, Katherine Stuckey Klophenstein (born in 1828) but I know she was born on August 22, 1828 in Alsace Lorraine, France, and died in 1999 in Hale, Missouri.

My great-great-great-great grandmother, Katherine Voder Stuckey was born in Bprm France in 1812 and died in June 7, 1883 in Archbold, Ohio.

My great-great-great grandfather, Peter Stucky, was born in Grandvillars, Haut Rhine, France in 1808 and died in Archbold, Ohio in 1892. His 1834 French "Foreign Passport" describes him...Age 53, Height 1 metre 71 centimetres (5 ft. 3 inches), Hair chestnut mixed, Forehead high, Eyebrows chestnut, Eyes gray, Nose ordinary, Mouth medium, Beard chestnut mixed, Chin round, Visage oval, Complection dark. He became a wagon maker. He was a man of faith...a Mennonite.

My great-great-great-great grandfather, Peter (Pierre) Stucky was born in France is 1781 and died in France in 1846.

History of Pierre (Peter) Stuckey (1808 - 1892) Family as written by Peter Graber, a great-grandson, in 1921

"Peter Stuckey, a widower, with part of his family of eight children immigrated to this country (United States) from Europe in the year of our Lord 1834, landing at Napoleon, Ohio. From there they were taken to the Christ Beck homestead, north east of Archbold, Ohio..where Isaiah Zaerr now lives.

Here they were made as comfortable as possible in a log cabin measuring 16 by 20 feet. As Beck owned a map of the country surrounding his place, he by the aid of a compass for a guide, took Stuckey out to select a homestead. Stuckey, being a miller by trade, sought to locate along a stream where he might establish a grist-mill to be run by water power, the only power available in that day.

Finally he decided to locate 1 and 1/2 mile north east of Stryker, Ohio, known now as the Ben Aschliman farm. A mark is left where the old log cabin used to stand. The grist mill however was never built for a man by the name of Weotz was running one at Lockport, Ohio, and it was not lawful to have two mills less than six miles apart. So he had to give up his ambition as a miller and took to breaking up the soil and began farming. He did set up a hand mill tho' that he used to grind meal for his family and neighbors, during spare time and after night when the days work was done. He lived 13 years after coming to America."

Remember the words from Sara Groves' song, GENERATIONS:

"Remind me of this with every decision -

generations will reap what I sew.

I can pass on a curse or a blessing

to those I will never know.

May my great-great-great granddaughter live in peace.

May my great-great-great- grandson live in peace."

Granny Lucille's Wedding Day, 1926.

Happy Birthday, Rosie Jewell!
I have a lot of stories to tell you...
     about your people:
   people of faith who love GOD
                   and love each other.

You are named after your mother, Megan Jewell, who was named after my father, Jewell Bush, who is your great-great grandfather, and your mother's great-grandfather.

I pray that you, my great granddaughter, will live in peace, and come to know Jesus as your personal savior and Lord, and serve Him faithfully all the days of your life.
Welcome to our family.

You are a miracle!

SONG LINK: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yuVhVX9IJL4&list=RDyuVhVX9IJL4#t=23

Thanks for stopping by!

Come back often, and invite a friend!

Mary Marcia
America's STORYTELLER
Telling Untold Stories in Photographs, Prose and Public Speaking

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Tuesday, November 10, 2015

GENERATIONS: GRANNY'S FLOWER POT

Mary Marcia
America's STORYTELLER
Telling Untold Stories in Photographs, Prose and Public Speaking

http://tellmeastory-marcia.blogspot.com/

For as long as I remember...the ornate, cement flower pot (one of a set of four) graced every front porch of every house my Granny Lucille owned in Liberty, Missouri.

I was born in 1949. Granny Lucille was born - as she used to say - "in 19 and 5." She lovingly planted her four matching cement flower pots to overflowing with scarlet-red geraniums each spring.

Sometimes I helped her. We dug in the dirt together, and Granny told lively tales about folks in our family that my mother (her daughter) never dared to mention.

"I'm the STORYTELLER in the family," Granny Lucille would say. "Momma passed it down to me, and I'm passing it on to you, Marcia. When you grow up - tell your children and your grandchildren stories about me and my mother and our family, so when we all get together in Heaven, they will know me."

Before Granny Lucille graduated to tend heavenly gardens in 1990, she also entrusted me with two of her ornate, cement flower pots. I lovingly whitewashed the pots and planted them with scarlet-red geraniums each spring...until 2007, when one of the pots broke. I broke tradition that year and tinted the one remaining pot with terra-cotta and black paint and planted it with crimson impatiens and rosemary.

"This is Granny Lucille's flower pot," I said to my own nine-year old granddaughter, Megan, as she helped me dig in the dirt. "Granny was married three times, and buried all three husbands. Once, she owned a dance hall, and she loved to garden. I helped her plant scarlet-red geraniums in this very pot when I was a little girl."

Granddaughter: Megan Jewell

"Are these red flowers geraniums?" Megan interrupted.

"They're impatiens," I said. "Granny Lucille was the STORYTELLER in the family. Granny's momma passed it down to her, and she passed it down to me, and I'm passing it down to you, Megan...and to Ben and Kristin and Dave and Sarah and Faith and Joshua and Emily and Caleb. When you grow up - tell your children and your grandchildren stories about me and Granny Lucille and our family, so when we all get together in Heaven, they will know us."

Granny Lucille's Family. Copyright 1915 Marcia Norwood
Granny was about 10 years old in this photo.
She is in the center, just behind and to the left of her mother.
Circa 1915

WHO IS THE STORYTELLER
IN YOUR FAMILY?

"Tell your children of it,
and let your children tell their children,
and their children
another generation."

Joel 1:3

HOLY BIBLE

King James Version

Marcia (Center Back)

Her Mother: Natalie (Left)

Her Daughter: Kristin (Center Front)

Her Granny Lucille (Right)

What stories are you passing on

to your children and grandchildren?

What's your legacy?

"Remind me of this with each decision,

generations will reap what I sow.

I can pass on a curse or a blessing

to those I will never know."

These are song lyrics written by Sara Groves.

Two of my daughters (Sarah and Faith) one of my granddaughters (Megan Jewell) and I had the opportunity to meet Sara at a women's conference in 2011.

I had the opportunity to talk to Sara Groves, and I told her that her song, GENERATIONS, was one of my favorites. I asked her how someone (as young as she was) could have so much wisdom about generational thinking. Sara said she was very close to her grandmother, and she got it from her.

Listen to Sarah's song.....

GENERATIONS

Song By Sara Groves

LINK: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vem45JhIZIo&spfreload=10https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cK_WmVFAIP8

Sara Groves - Generations Lyrics

I can taste the fruit of Eve
I'm aware of sickness, death and disease
The results of our choices are vast
Eve was the first but she wasn't the last

And if I were honest with myself
Had I been standing at that tree
My mouth and my hands would be covered with fruit
Things I shouldn't know and things I shouldn't see

Remind me of this with every decision
Generations will reap what I sow
I can pass on a curse or a blessing
To those I will never know

She taught me to fear the serpent
I'm learning to fear myself
And all of the things I am capable of
In my search for wisdom, acceptance and wealth

And to say that the devil made me do
It is a cop out and a lie
The devil can't make me do anything
When I'm calling on Jesus Christ

Remind me of this with every decision
Generations will reap what I sow
I can pass on a curse or a blessing

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To those I will never know, oh

To my great, great, great grand daughter
Live in peace
To my great, great, great grand son
Live in peace

To my great, great, great grand daughter
Live in peace
To my great, great, great grand son
Live in peace, oh, live in peace

Remind me of this with every decision
Generations will reap what I sow
I can pass on a curse or a blessing
To those I will never know

Oh, remind me
Generations will reap what I sow
I can pass on a curse or a blessing
To those I will never know
Oh, I may never know

Eve was the first but she wasn't the last

Read more at http://www.songlyrics.com/sara-groves/generations-lyrics/#uFA1CrhOq06R56gk.99

Philippians 3:7-14

New International Version (NIV)

⁷But whatever were gains to me I now consider loss for the sake of Christ.
⁸What is more, I consider everything a loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them garbage, that I may gain Christ
⁹and be found in him, not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but that which is through faith in^[a] Christ—the righteousness that comes from God on the basis of faith.
¹⁰I want to know Christ—yes, to know the power of his resurrection and participation in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death,
¹¹and so, somehow, attaining to the resurrection from the dead.
¹²Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already arrived at my goal, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me.
¹³Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead,
¹⁴I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.

GOD has entrusted us with children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, nieces, nephews, students and children of friends and neighbors.

Will we pass on a curse or a blessing?

Thanks for stopping by!

Come back often, and invite a friend!

Mary Marcia

America's STORYTELLER

Telling Untold Stories in Photographs, Prose and Public Speaking

http://tellmeastory-marcia.blogspot.com/

Friday, August 15, 2014

BROKEN

Marcia Norwood
America's STORYTELLER
Telling Untold Stories in Photographs, Prose and Public Speaking

http://tellmeastory-marcia.blogspot.com/

BROKEN

“Let my heart be broken with the things that break God’s heart.”

Bob Pierce, Founder World Vision

CLICK on the link or COPY & PASTE the link in your browser:

http://www.billygraham.info/quotes/mission-quotes-bob-pierce/

God broke my heart in 1999,

when I learned the plight of

163 million orphans

around the world.

God asked me to take it personally,

and do something about it.

I did.

I have two chosen children, adopted daughters,

and I continue to advocate for orphans.

I designed these shirts for November's National ADOPTION MONTH celebration. Copyright 2011 Marcia Norwood

God broke my heart in 2011,

when I learned the plight of

women, men and children

held captive in slavery around the world.

God asked me to take it personally,

and do something about it.

I am.

Today, I'm sharing stories so

your eyes will be opened.

Did you know

that more girls/women

have been killed

in the sex slavery industry

in the past 50 years

than all the men

killed in all the wars?

This is an international holocaust

against women….

but boys and families

are taken as slaves also.

Girls (and boys)

who are taken into slavery

(average age is 13)

only live for 7 years.

Please read my notes about what happened

to open my eyes in April 2011.

Daughters Sarah and Faith, Sara Groves, and Granddaughter Megan. Copyright 2011 Marcia Norwood.

BROKEN

April 3, 2011 at 7:06am

I can barely speak...My eyes keep filling with tears...I have no words yet for what the girls and I experienced Saturday at the Northland Women's Conference...thanks to Dee Brestin and Sara Groves, Christian singer/songwriter/recording artist.

www.saragroves.com Copyright 2011 Marcia Norwood

God is stirring something in my heart...but for now - my heart is broken for what women/girls are experiencing around the world....slavery.

More women have been killed through slavery in the past 50 years than all the men in all the wars combined.

We need to open our eyes to the horror and learn how to get involved in fighting the good fight. What if our daughters were taken into slavery and horrendous things done to them repeatedly?

Who will help them?

I will.

How about you?

Visit: www.ijm.org

BROKEN

April 7, 2011 at 4:40pm

Gone Away
WILDFLOWERS
Came Home Another Way

BROKEN

I’ve been gone for three days….all by myself..(and that's an unusual thing) to the Lake of the Ozarks at Camp Windermere. Our family just had two wonderful weeks of mountaintop experiences with the Art Show, then the Chris Tomlin concert with Louis Giglio - followed by the women’s conference with Sara Groves. It was a HUGE blessing to hear from our favorite Christian singer/songwriters/speakers in one week.

CLICK on the link or COPY & PASTE the link in your browser:

https://video.search.yahoo.com/search/video;_ylt=A0LEVwkKWO5T73QAs8VXNyoA;_ylu=X3oDMTB0dXE3bGFuBHNlYwNzYwRjb2xvA2JmMQR2dGlkA1ZJUDQ2Nl8x?p=lou+giglio%2F

Saturday at the women’s conference Sara Groves spoke about human trafficking and about IJM, a ministry that helps.

I was broken.

God verified to me through Sara’s words and songs that He wanted to meet with me and talk.

God has been speaking to me for about two years about helping in some way with helping to free human slaves around the world. Prior to now - the sex trade has been just too difficult for me to really look at.

I could barely speak - except to cry on Saturday night and Sunday. I knew God was calling me away to be alone with Him. I’ve been away for conferences and seminars and speaking engagements….but NEVER have I ever sensed that God was calling me away to be alone with Him.

"What will you do?" my sister, Gloria asked. "Just pray?"

I packed my Bible, Bill Hybels book, The Power of a Whisper, my favorite praise and worship CD's, my favorite comfortable clothes including my pink fluffy housecoat and a few groceries.

GONE AWAY

My family agreed that God was calling me away to spend time alone with HIM. I spent Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday at Windermere, at the Lake of the Ozarks... in tiny little Cabin 352...on the edge of the lake.

It was
incredible –
wonderful –
scary –
inspirational –
and quiet with no televisions, no radios, no internet, and my phone kept going in and out of service in the midst of the Missouri hills.

God spoke to me through nature - His creation; through his Word - The Bible; and through Bill Hybel’s book, The Power of a WHISPER. Some things I can talk about – some things I can not. God is definitely doing something new in my heart and my life as I surrender everything to Him.

WILDFLOWERS

Tuesday... I sat on the grassy hillside just outside my cabin on the lake. I looked down beneath my feet, and saw tiny little purple and white flowers - wildflowers - weeds really.

I almost crushed them with my tennis shoes.

I got down on my hands and feet to see them more closely.

Each beautiful little lavender flower face was only about 1/4 inch in diameter, and the tiniest white ones were only about 1/8 inch.  They were shorter and almost hidden between the blades of grass as they stretching upwards toward the sun.

I saw hundreds - maybe thousands of wildflowers covering the hillside...sparkling - dancing in the wind.

"These wildflowers must be a symbol for the girls (and boys and families) who are suffering in slavery around the world." I thought. "The ones who are ignored, and trod on."

But God showed me something more.

There's NO "them" and "me" or "them" and "us."

We are them.

They are us.

We are ALL wildflowers.

Read James 1: 9-11 (NIV) and Isaiah 40: 6.

I sat down in my folding chair on the hillside covered with tiny wildflowers and picked up WHISPERS by Bill Hybels, and began to read....about WILDFLOWERS. Bill wrote about how the Bible say the rich will pass away like a WILDFLOWER. (James 1: 9-11)....and "All men are like grass and all their glory is like the flowers of the field." (Isaiah 40: 6).

The Cross of Christ lifts up the poor and brings down the high.

It is the great leveler of men.

I picked some of the wildflowers, and pressed them in my Bible, so I would never forget.

I searched for beads with lavender wildflowers, and designed this bracelet using Handpainted Porcelain Wildflower Beads. I will never forget the men, women and children in slavery. Copyright 2011 Marcia Norwood

CAME HOME ANOTHER WAY

I am changed.

I spiritually and literally took another route home from Windermere.

Before hitting the road - I stopped at a gas station.  A woman in her 40's took my money.

God whispered to me to tell her that I was here to talk to Him, and I would pray for her. I told her my name, and I asked her name. It was Dee.

Dee thanked me for paying and for praying for her. I got back in my red Nissan Quest and drove a few feet.

"Go back and ask Dee what specific prayer request she has."

"Really?" I asked my Heavenly Father. I reminded Him that I has asked her name, and told her I would pray for her.

No response. I've learned from Bill Hybels example to go with the last WHISPER that I heard. I stopped the Quest - went back inside. Dee was in another room.

"Dee," I called. "It's Marcia again.   "I didn't ask you if you had a specific prayer request. Do you?"

Dee came in from the storeroom with a big smile on her face. She actually looked me straight in the eyes and said: "No. Nothing specific. I'm doing okay for now. Thanks, though."

"Okay, Dee. I'll just ask God to speak directly to you to tell you what you should do next," and I walked back into the Quest and turned onto AA...and then to 54 West...and to 65 North.

Somewhere - on the road home - it hit me. People like Dee - and often like me - don't even think of talking to God when "everything is OK."   They/we only go to God with our problems and hurts and wants.

Our God is a relational God. He wants to talk to us and He wants us to talk to Him. Not only in the difficult times - but Always. No other god desires this personal relationship. Christianity is not a list of do's and don'ts. It's a personal relationship with our Heavenly Father - through Jesus Christ.

Please pray for me that I would have ears to hear and eyes to see and a heart to serve, as I listen to God. For now – I’m STILL listening to His WHISPERS.

If you haven't read Bill Hybels, "The Power of a WHISPER" - run and get it. Get out your highlighter and STOP the ambient noise in your life and LISTEN to the WHISPERS of God.

I have been called to do something with “what is in my hand” about slavery.

Now you know.

More girls/women

have been killed

in the sex slavery industry

in the past 50 years

than all the men

killed in all the wars.

This is an international holocaust

against women….

but boys and families

are taken as slaves also.

Girls (and boys)

who are taken into slavery

(average age is 13)

only live for 7 years.

Dr. Dobson’s interview: The Tragedy of Human Trafficking in the US: http://myfamilytalk.com/Broadcasts/Broadcast.aspx?i=94fc73b0-d600-475d-a541-73bb23efe22a

There is a documentary being made that will be available : http://www.sexandmoneyfilm.com/

Website to end slavery: http://www.endslaverynow.com/

Website for IJM: http://www.ijm.org/

Check out the section GET INVOLVED for churches: http://www.ijm.org/getinvolved/churches

Cabin 352. Copyright 2011Marcia Norwood

Cabins on the Lake
Windermere
Lake of the Ozarks

TELL ME A STORY FOUNDATION

Jun 17, 2014

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TELL ME A STORY FOUNDATION.

It's my heart's desire to help organizations like...

IJM

www.ijm.org

A21 Campaign

https://www.facebook.com/pages/A21/194115677277113

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Mission Statement ABC's:

AWAKEN the Complacent

BLESS the Broken

CONFRONT Injustice

around the world...

by giving VOICE to the voiceless...

one STORY at a time.

"To loose chains of injustice,

and untie cords of the yoke, to set the oppressed free,

and break every yoke."

Isaiah 58: 6b, NIV

The Holy Bible

Thanks for stopping by!

Come back often, and invite a friend!

Marcia Norwood

America's STORYTELLER

Telling Untold Stories

in Photographs, Prose, and Public Speaking

TELL ME A STORY

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

GENERATIONS

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

GENERATIONS: GRANNY'S FLOWER POT

Sara Groves - Generations Lyrics

New International Version (NIV)

Friday, August 15, 2014

BROKEN

Bob Pierce, Founder World Vision

CLICK on the link or COPY & PASTE the link in your browser:

http://www.billygraham.info/quotes/mission-quotes-bob-pierce/

God broke my heart in 1999,

when I learned the plight of

163 million orphans

around the world.

God asked me to take it personally,

and do something about it.

I did.

I have two chosen children, adopted daughters,

and I continue to advocate for orphans.

I designed these shirts for November's National ADOPTION MONTH celebration. Copyright 2011 Marcia Norwood

I designed these shirts for November's National ADOPTION MONTH celebration. Copyright 2011 Marcia Norwood

God broke my heart in 2011,

when I learned the plight of

women, men and children

held captive in slavery around the world.

God asked me to take it personally,

and do something about it.

I am.

Today, I'm sharing stories so

your eyes will be opened.

Did you know

that more girls/women

have been killed

in the sex slavery industry

in the past 50 years

than all the men

killed in all the wars?

This is an international holocaust

against women….

but boys and families

are taken as slaves also.

Girls (and boys)

who are taken into slavery

(average age is 13)

only live for 7 years.

Please read my notes about what happened

to open my eyes in April 2011.

Daughters Sarah and Faith, Sara Groves, and Granddaughter Megan. Copyright 2011 Marcia Norwood.

BROKEN

www.saragroves.com Copyright 2011 Marcia Norwood

BROKEN

April 7, 2011 at 4:40pm

Gone Away

WILDFLOWERS

Came Home Another Way

Now you know.

More girls/women

have been killed

in the sex slavery industry

in the past 50 years

than all the men

killed in all the wars.

This is an international holocaust

against women….

but boys and families

are taken as slaves also.

Girls (and boys)

who are taken into slavery

(average age is 13)

only live for 7 years.

AMERICA'S STORYTELLER, Marcia Norwood