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Chicken soup for the Christian woman's soul : stories to open the heart and rekindle the spirit
Canfield, Jack, 1944-
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Deerfield Beach, Fla. : Health Communications, [2002]

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xix, 388 pages : illustrations ; 22 cm
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Christian women who make God and family a priority in their life will love Chicken Soup for the Christian Woman's Soul, an affirming collection of stories that share the miracles that are possible when their hearts are open to God.

This wonderful new addition is filled with compelling real-life accounts of how women from all denominations were buoyed by their faith during incredibly challenging circumstances: amazing women who maintained faith in God's divine plan instead of succumbing to fear and doubt; caring women who offered compassion instead of criticism when others needed help; and dedicated women who chose the righteous path when there was an easier one to take.

With chapters on God's Healing Power, Friendship, Making a Difference, Challenges, A Matter of Perspective, Miracles, Insights and Lessons and The Love of a Family, this faith-filled collection will encourage Christian women to follow Jesus' example on their walk through life.

Like a favorite passage from Scripture, this book will offer hope, support and inspiration to Christian women.

Author Notes

Jack Canfield earned his Bachelor's of Arts from Harvard and a Master's degree from the University of Massachusetts. he also has an honorary doctorate from the University of Santa Monica. Canfield has been a high school and university teacher, a workshop facilitator, a psychotherapist and a leading authority in the area of self esteem and personal development for approximately 30 years.

Canfield is the founder and co-creator of the Chicken Soup for the Soul book series, which has over 36 titles, 53 million copies in print and is translated into over 32 languages. He is the founder of Self Esteem Seminars in Santa Barbara, California, which trains entrepreneurs, educators, corporate leaders and employees in how to accelerate achievement. Canfield is also the founder of the Foundation for Self Esteem which provides self esteem resources and training for social workers, welfare recipients and Human Resource professionals. Some of his clients include Virgin Records, Sony Pictures, Merrill Lynch, Caldwell Banker, Federal Express, Bergen Brunswig Pharmaceuticals and the American Alzheimers Association.

In 1987, Canfield was appointed by the California Legislature to the California Task Force to Promote Self Esteem and Personal and Social Responsibility. He is the co-founder of the National Association for Self Esteem, and a member of the association for Holistic Education, as well as the National Association for for Self Esteem, where he was also a past member of the Board of Trustees and the recipient of the 1993 National Leadership Award. He is also a member of the National Staff Development Council and the National Speakers Association. In 1989, Canfield was awarded the Certified Speaking Professional designation, an honor that is held by less than 5% of NSA's membership. In 1997, he was nominated by three of NSA's past presidents for the coveted CPAE designation.

Canfield has appeared on such television shows as Oprah, The Today Show, 20/20, Eye to Eye, the NBC Nightly News and the BBC.

(Bowker Author Biography)



Meeting God at Thirty-Thousand Feet I did some dumb things in junior high school. I think it just comes with the territory. But one particularly dumb thing involved a theft. I didn't steal money or shoplift and I didn't take anyone's boyfriend. I simply stole a few votes. The scene of the crime was journalism class, where those of us on the yearbook staff sat counting ballots for the school superlatives contest. Suddenly someone yelled out, "Caron! It looks like you may get enough votes to win, 'Most Talented.' " Until that moment, I had been the epitome of average. Winning a category in the superlatives contest would skyrocket my approval rating at Glenridge Junior High. I was eking out a social existence because my friends had friends who were cool. Like a mere feeder fish, I hovered close to the big fish in hopes of sucking some algae off them. But, I soon found out that I was not the only one up for Most Talented. Trailing close behind me was Cindy, our school's guitar-playing singer. Cindy had real talent. She was even asked to sing her original song, "Beauty," at a school assembly. My only claim to fame was the pen-and-ink drawings I did on notebooks and book covers. Hardly a class went by that I didn't get at least one request for " Judy & Johnny 4-Ever," or " S. M. loves T. P." Clearly, my talent was no match for Cindy's. Someone important once said, "The pen is mightier than the sword." But no one ever mentioned how the pen would do against the guitar. Guitars were big deals. I knew if I didn't do something fast, I would live my whole life in obscurity. So, while votes were being tallied for other categories, I secretly grabbed a handful of uncounted ballots and tossed them in the trash. I was pretty sure no one saw me. I should have felt guilty, but I didn't. At the end of the day, I had won. And suddenly the demand for notebook art increased a good forty percent. Why it took God fifteen years to confront me on this, I'll never know. But it was He who brought it up one morning in my prayer time. By then we were on a first name basis and He had full permission to speak to me about anything that bothered Him. Here is an abbreviated version of our conversation: Me: God, I want to be all I can be for you. I've searched my heart for anything that might be standing in the way of this and I've come up empty. I think I've dealt with all the sins I've ever committed. But I'll just sit here and wait for you to go through your files and see if you have something there I may have left out. God: Well, there was that time in junior high school. Me: Which time? God: Most Talented. Me: You saw that? It was such a long time ago. Surely you have a statute of limitations or some kind of cut off date for people who do dumb things prior to high school. God: Not really. Me: But I'm twelve hundred miles away. No telling where Cindy is. Do you realize the difficulty I would have in finding her? Okay, here's what I'll do. If one day I'm walking down the street and I happen to see her, I'll know you sent her and I'll make things right with her. Fair enough? God: Fair enough. I felt pretty safe. I hadn't seen Cindy in years. The odds of running into her in another state were microscopic. Six months later, my husband and I were racing through the airport trying a catch a plane. When we reached the door of the 747, it has just been shut. My husband, forever the determined optimist, banged on the door as the noise of the engines accelerated. Suddenly a nice flight attendant with exceptional hearing came to our rescue and opened the door. We made our way to the back of the plane, comparing our tickets to the numbers overhead until we found a match. I plopped down in the middle seat assigned to me. Using my polite voice I said, "Hello," to a woman next to me who was looking out the window. When she returned my greeting, adrenaline shot through me. In unison we both exclaimed, "Oh, my gosh! I can't believe it!" There was Cindy, the guitar-playing singer. A boxing match began inside me. From one corner came the feeling of someone who had just been given a million dollars. And from the other came the emotions of a hunted felon. Immediately I began carrying on two conversations, one on the surface with Cindy, the other internally with God. Me: You actually found her! This is an outright miracle! I can't believe You are forcing me to do this. You really are into the details, aren't You? God: Yes. From takeoff to landing, Cindy and I chattered away, but all I could think of was how, out of the hundreds of thousands of people on airplanes that day, God looked for a needle in a haystack, found it, threaded it and placed it in my hand. My palms started to sweat. I swallowed hard. No use stalling any longer. It was time to let Cindy in on the whole story. "Cindy," I said. "You're not going to believe this but it's no accident we met today. Several months ago, I promised God I would make things right if our paths should ever cross again." As I explained, Cindy laughed. She easily forgave me. It barely phased her. I felt like scolding God for orchestrating such an ordeal. Then a familiar quote popped into my mind, " To whom much is given, much is required." God knew that if I'd confess a small matter from the past, he could trust me with greater responsibilities in the future. I felt far from the epitome of average. Caron Loveless 1998 Caron Loveless Come to Our House Whoever welcomes one of these little children in my name welcomes me. Mark 9:37 I saw them nearly every day from the window of my home office: a young boy and girl passing our home on their way to school. Busy working at my computer, I would look up only to see them trudging by, never seeming to speak a word between them. The boy appeared to be about eight; the girl slightly older, although it was hard to tell as she always walked with her head down, her long hair sweeping forward to hide her face. The girl's name was Sarah, I came to discover; the boy's was Matthew. Our daughter Amber relayed this information when she arrived home from fourth grade one day with news to share. "I have a new friend, Mom! Her name is Sarah and she's in class with me. She's moved in just down the street from us, Mom. And guess what-she even has my same birthday!" The next day Amber arrived home with her new friend in tow. Sarah was a quiet child-too quiet, I feared. When I inquired as to what the girls would like for an after- school snack, Sarah looked up from beneath her bangs at Amber, and then quickly echoed Amber's choice. She began to come more often and seemed to like coming to our home, but she rarely spoke and she stayed right on Amber's heels at all times. Her brother Matt was a year behind her in school, and sometimes he'd come over as well to play with our two sons who were both older and younger than he. Matt said little, though, and rarely smiled. Sarah was easily frightened, particularly, she said, when they arrived home only to find no one there. We learned that the children had not seen their father in several years and the caregivers their mother hired never seemed to last long. After an anxious phone call from Sarah one afternoon, I instructed her to leave a note on the door telling her mother that she had come to our house. "I work at home," I assured her, "and there is almost always someone here. If you are alone and afraid, you just leave a note and come on down to our house anytime." In the next few years the children visited us often, even though some trouble in the family caused them to move out of our neighborhood and then seventy-five miles away into the city of Boston. One night, though, we received a frantic phone call from Sarah. The police had come to their house, she sobbed, and her mother had been arrested. After posting bail, she had returned to tell the children that they would be leaving the country. Gripped with fear, Sarah hopped on her bike and didn't stop riding until she found a phone booth, where she placed a collect call to our home. "Sarah, where are you?" my husband queried. "Do you think you can find a police station?" He heard a long pause, and then a small surprised voice. "I'm right in front of one!" "Go inside, Sarah, and the officers will help you. We'll be right there!" Several hours later my husband and daughter arrived in a driving rainstorm to find the two frightened children being cared for by a compassionate police officer and a social worker. "Kids," explained the officer, "if we have to take your mother away, do you have anywhere to go?" "When we lived on Cape Cod," Sarah quickly responded, "these were our neighbors and they said that if we were ever alone, we could come to their house." After running a background check on our family, Sarah and Matthew were released into our custody. Sarah and Matt did indeed "come to our house," and they stayed for many years. My husband and I went through foster care approval in order to keep the children, and they became full-fledged members of our household, sharing possessions, rooms and, yes, even birthdays with our other three children. One year we drove to Florida to visit Sarah and Matt's grandfather. When all five were teenagers, we raised money and the seven of us went to Nairobi, Kenya, one summer to donate our services to a mission school. There were difficult times, too. Blending a family is never easy, and the children grieved at times for the life that had been taken from them. For several years we appeared to be on "speed dial" with the principal of their high school, and with four teenagers in braces at one time we were given our own parking space at the orthodontist's! There were far more times, however, when we felt incredibly privileged to have been entrusted by God with the care of these additional children. My husband taught Matt how to drive a car and fix a faucet. They climbed a mountain together and talked of what it means to be a man. As for me, I experienced the joy of buying Sarah her first prom dress-a lovely lavender gown that complimented her slim figure and enhanced the long blonde hair she wore piled high. I taught her cooking and computer skills, and talked with her of what it means to be a woman. Sarah is in college now, and Matt is finishing high school. When she walks down the street, she commands attention as her stature is erect and her head held high. Matt is a confident young man whose quick wit can hold its own in any adult conversation. Our foster children will soon be on their own, as will our other children. Our home has been a launching pad for all of them-not a permanent resting place. One day we know they will have homes and families of their own. And when they do, I trust that someday they will share the story of their growing-up years with their own children. I hope they will tell them that families come together in many ways, and that homes can always stretch to make room for another hand to hold. Most of all, I hope that each of our five children will remember that both life and love are for sharing. Perhaps a needy child will one day walk down the street and through the doors of their hearts as well. "And if you're ever alone," they will say, "you just come to our house." Maggie Wallem Rowe 2001 Maggie Wallem Rowe 2002. All rights reserved. Reprinted from Chicken Soup for the Christian Woman's Soul by Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen, Patty Aubery and Nancy Mitchell Autio. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, without the written permission of the publisher. Publisher: Health Communications, Inc., 3201 SW 15th Street, Deerfield Beach, FL 33442.

Table of Contents

Carla RiehlRachel Wallace-OberlePatricia LorenzLaDonna GatlinDiAnn G. MillsSusan Titus OsbornJoan ClaytonDenise MizellSharon GibsonMartha BoltonDorothy M. HillT. Suzanne EllerJohn P. WalkerPatricia LorenzCarla RiehlLeAnn ThiemanMaggie Wallem RowPeter Dow and Rosey DowBarbara SeamanGloria Cassity StargelGlynis M. BelecShirley GarrettSusan Farr FahnckeCarol Hamblet AdamsBarbara Jeanne FisherKimn Swenson GollnickSandra P. AldrichDarlene LawsonCarol McAdoo RehmeCarol McAdoo RehmeWalker MeadeCaron LovelessKaren O'ConnorSandy AustinJulie SaffrinElaine Freeland GalaktionovaMichelle Beaupre MattDuane ShawT. Suzanne EllerEllen JavernickRobin Lee ShopeSharon WilkinsBonnie Compton HansonMarilynn GriffithRebecca Price JanneyCandy AbbottSara HendersonCarol GenengelsCarol Hamblet AdamsDebra J. SchmidtCarol V. AmenBarbara BaumgardnerKaryn BuxmanVicki L. KitchnerCarol McAdoo RehmeNancy Ellen HirdBarbara BaumgardnerHarry RandlesJewell JohnsonDonna PartowNanette Thorsen-SnipesJeanne ConversePatricia LorenzNancy MassandBarbara Jeanne FisherSandra P. AldrichSusan LugliLinda Evans ShepherdCandace CarteenJanet Lynn MitchellHowie MullisAdele NoetzelmanDawn NowakoskiRhonda RheaLeAnn ThiemanKati DoriLee KochenderferArlene CenterwallLynn DeanSandy DetersKimberly RipleyDiana Mason BruhnLouise Tucker JonesKimberly HenrieJudy HamptonArmene HumberMarilynn GriffithKaren O'ConnorMarita LittauerJudith HayesPamela BumpusBarbara CurtisSheryl SimonsNancy B. GibbsBarbara Curtis
Acknowledgmentsp. xiii
Introductionp. xvii
Share with Usp. xix
1. Faith
The Pianop. 2
The Ring I Really Wantp. 7
Seed Faith Moneyp. 11
The Song in Youp. 15
God Listensp. 17
A Thousand Waysp. 22
A Special Ladyp. 25
Living on the Ledgep. 29
Startled by a Dreamp. 32
Hanging On to Hopep. 37
The Eggp. 40
It Can Happenp. 42
The Weddingp. 47
Bringing It to Pass, Football and Allp. 51
2. The Love of a Family
You Did Goodp. 58
The Planp. 63
Come to Our Housep. 68
Love Lives Foreverp. 73
Love That Lastsp. 77
Crisis on the Courtp. 80
A Mother's Intuitionp. 84
Daddy's Giftp. 87
Make a Wish, Mommyp. 90
Unconditional Lovep. 94
My Turnp. 97
A Treasured Giftp. 99
The Breathin' Partp. 102
Love Bugsp. 104
By Their Roots Ye Shall Know Themp. 109
Blossoms for Bellep. 112
3. God's Healing Power
A Small Unsteady Lightp. 116
Meeting God at 30,000 Feetp. 120
The Healing Power of Forgivenessp. 124
Healing at Columbinep. 127
Mercy's Timep. 132
Forgiveness Tastes Sweetp. 135
The Ridep. 139
The Purpose of My Soulp. 143
4. Friendship
That's What Friends Dop. 148
Prayer Palsp. 152
Tammy and the Diamond Dressp. 156
Strengthened by Angelsp. 161
Wigged Out!p. 166
Rhythms of Gracep. 169
God's Timingp. 172
5. Making a Difference
Ivy's Cookiesp. 178
An Unexpected Momentp. 183
Miracle on Mercer Streetp. 186
Eulogy to a Strangerp. 190
Never Too Latep. 192
The Woman Who Wouldn't Prayp. 196
Take My Handp. 201
The Ministry of Lifep. 204
Flying a Kitep. 207
All God's Childrenp. 209
Leadership Materialp. 212
Miracle of the Stray E-Mailp. 217
Love's Powerp. 221
Happy Heart Dayp. 225
Apron Timep. 228
6. Challenges
Tough Lovep. 232
Mother's Day Angelp. 236
Disaster on the Mountainp. 239
Angel in Blackp. 243
Where There's a Wheel There's a Wayp. 248
But You Are Beautifulp. 251
Desires of Your Heartp. 254
The Giftp. 258
7. A Matter of Perspective
In God's Eyesp. 264
The Blessing Jarp. 271
The Floodp. 275
Judging a Book by Its Coverp. 278
And the Little Child Shall Lead Themp. 281
Journey to the Depths of My Pursep. 285
8. Miracles
The Miracle of Medjugorjep. 288
Caseyp. 293
Reconsider the Liliesp. 298
The Birthday Giftp. 302
Do You Believe in God?p. 306
Our Little Pink Blanketp. 311
Handsp. 314
Coincidence on a Country Roadp. 318
A Daily Dose of Miraclesp. 320
Santa Clausp. 324
9. Insights and Lessons
Caution: Follow Directionsp. 328
Helenp. 332
The Best Defensep. 336
It's Better to Give Than ...p. 339
Attitude Adjustmentp. 342
My Menorah--The Little Tree of Lifep. 344
Refresher Lesson from Dadp. 347
Getting Out of God's Wayp. 350
Sunset in the Rearview Mirrorp. 353
Be Still with Godp. 357
Chapel of the Wash and Dryp. 360
More Chicken Soup?p. 365
Passing It Onp. 366
Who Is Jack Canfield?p. 368
Who Is Mark Victor Hansen?p. 369
Who Is Patty Aubery?p. 370
Who Is Nancy Mitchell Autio?p. 371
Who Is LeAnn Thieman?p. 372
Contributorsp. 373
Permissions (continued)p. 384