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Jan. 26, 2007 - True Confessions of a Brain Tired Homeschool Mom
Years ago my husband told me technology and information was working against productivity. He was seeing this at work.
Now I'm seeing it at home. My computer is a great servant, but an awful master. I confess that having easy access at my fingertips leads to my abuse.
It hurts me physically, mentally, and spiritually.
Aristotle said nothing is,"That which rocks dream about." Maybe that's why others say, you got rocks in your head? Someday my
head feels full of rocks, like I got nothing in it.
Please before telling me I'm "premenopausal," I want to say the blame lays with me, who am I. So I don't need an excuse.
I've never claimed to be particularly bright. I'm not "well-educated." And I am not motivated to learn new things. ( I would like to do better
at the older things!)
I remember zilch from my school days. Come to think of it, maybe Zilch was a boy in my high school "humanities" class. Maybe that's why I don't remember anything--Humanities and Values Clarification classes. I went through high school in three years and went through college in less. Although I was not graduated from college so that probably had something to do with my quick pace. I read Reader's Digest condensed Little Women in the third grade and remember some of that. I remember my 7th grade phys ed teacher called us girls a curse word during class. I remember this one dreamy teacher. He was so cute. I remember my Advanced English teacher warning me I was on the wrong side of her pass fail course. (I eked out the pass!) I remember walking in to biology class and they were dissecting a cat. I'm not crazy about cats, especially their insides, so I never went back. And I do remember my first and third grade teachers who smiled a lot, and loved us and told us all the good things we did. Now they were good teachers. Oh, from college I remember that questionnaire has two n's but millionaire has one "n". A lot of folks don't know that. I also remember you should "ditch the which" when writing, which I remember to do all the time. I think I remember one other thing, spending one day in a men's prison as a project for a business law class. That's my college career.
A degree is sometimes overrated. I know a college graduate who really believed Mt. Rushmore was a "natural" rock formation, carved by blowing winds and rains. Amazing. I'm sure she did not believe in creation though.
Speaking of Presidents, I tried to learn the Presidents in order with Earthling. After she learned them in a week she drilled me for weeks--I mean I kept drilling her so she would not forget. I finally did learn them, but now get mixed up. I just remember there were three cartoon/kids characters in a row James GARFIELD, Chester ARTHUR, and GROVER Cleveland . Another way is to remember GAG. Grover came back after Harrison so I had to remember Grover is hairy, hairy Grover. Oh another tip, just remember Ulysses Grant scolded the next president and told him, "Rutherford Behave!" (Rutherford B. Hays) I can remember Madison because, ahem this is true, I am a Madison family descendant. OH and WOODdrow Wilson was a Warren HARDing worker so he wanted to Calvin COOLidge off and had some sHERBERT Hoover. I worked really hard to remember them and nobody has ever asked me.
Something else I remember about school, when I was a child the teachers always threatened we would have to learn the metric system one day. One world math religion--I never got that. I could have understood something practical like alphabetizing the countries. They would be a lot easier to remember if they were in alphabetical order. The only way I can remember the order of the Great Lakes is that "old Indian word SMHEO" (Superior, Michigan, Huron, Erie and Ontario) that I made up and told Earthling. I'm just forgetful otherwise.
My six year old told someone that, "Mom does not do adult math." That's why my husband does Trig with Earthling. I thought Trig was Roy Roger's horse.
I'm not crazy about science. I like the animal and flowers parts. I know what the second law of thermodynamics is only because my brain is subject to its truth.
I really can do goofy things, and well dumb things, but the good part is alcohol will never tempt me. I am perfectly capable of being dumb on my own. I don't even really mind. Getting dressed in a LLbean Outlet men's dressing room was not the dumbest thing I've done lately. Earthling and her friend Bekah and Anna stood outside giggling, while I was trying to ignore the man behind the curtain beside me. I thought it was a family dressing room. When I came out, the girls pretended they did not know me. It's liberating not to be an intellectual. We just call ourselves eclectic, which others think is the euphemism for disorganized. (BTW, I know many highly intelligent people have no common sense, but that's not my excuse.)
As I write, Earthling was telling her little sister that when Earthling goes away to college one day that Lil Sis will be responsible for making lunch. Littlest Brother said, "Don't worry Earthling, by the time you go to college Mom will be able to know how to do that." Just so you know, I can cook pretty well and clean up, and that's the truth.
Okay it is true my girlfriend and I set off the alarm in the National Gallery of Art. It's easy. She did it, really.
While growing up I knew this naughty girl who decided to drive her mother crazy. She would turn off the stove while her mother was cooking a roast. She would put the dry clothes back in the washer and run it. She would hide things. She would tell her mom things the mom allegedly told her that were not true. The beauty here is that if my children ever want to make me crazy, they will not have to lie and do those mean things.
As you might imagine when I started educating my own children, it was quite an adventure. I remember one of the first days desperately trying to find Istanbul on the map. Why a five year old needed to knew where Istanbul is, I can't recall. Anyway Earthling assured me it was Turkey or something. Fortunately she read early and could look things up. The problem was, so much new information made my brain get tired. Even now, I can read an entire chapter of history and not recall a word. I can read a story about an eagle and with in minutes forget they don't get the white "bald" feather till about five years, or they can see two miles, or sweep down at 100 miles an hour. Wow, I think I did remember something-- no matter. I won't next week. I can't remember diddly lately.
The problem with information is there is too much. One creative homeschooling mom told me that the reason it's harder for us to teach these days is there is so much more to know than 20, 50 or 100 years ago. I think the problem is there is so much more AVAILABLE to know. I know normal people that have learned to translate the Bible in Latin and Greek. I have trouble with translating it in English some days.
I don't like to learn new things. I don't like to read instructions. If you think of the brain as a file cabinet mine is feeling full. The more stuff that's crammed inside, well it gets harder to pull out the other stuff. Little children learn so quickly because they can file and retrieve so well. Me, I need refresh. My brain deletes for survival. I don't need informed as much as I need SLEEP for my brain. Yet last night before I went to bed, I looked up four different insignificant bits of information I "needed" to know. I've forgotten what they were. Oh, one was a natural cleaner to zap hard water stains (Tips welcome and I tried vinegar and lemon to no avail). The problem is the more I feed my brain the less I know. I really think my brain works that way. My brain does not like snacks and junk food. It likes substance and study. Instead I thrust too much useless information at it. It's useful to many, but not me because I do not need to KNOW it or apply it. It just takes up room like clutter and makes it hard to find what I do need.
I am particularly uninformed about the news which I read daily and a myriad of dot coms at that. I know I need to stop. My sin nature (maybe not you but it is for me) goes after useless info as I click on the dumbest things. I just waste time knowing a little bit about nothing. I never read an entire newsworthy article. It makes me too sad to think about the world. I'd do better to pray for the world than read these articles. Hey, this is my blog and I'm just talking about my life. I am not opposed to informed knowledgeable folks. Much of the news is not news, it's just gossip.
My brain alphabetizes everything. I don't do this intentionally. Hubby and I will try and think of the name of someone and I'll say, "His initials are JS." We try and think of the name of a town and I say, "It starts with a C." I have NO IDEA what the names are until one of us remembers.. and I was right about the letter file. It goes to figure that some files are going to be too full. I remember Q and Z easily, hence remembering my old friend Zilch. You can see the problem here.
Homeschool Moms are really smart. I remember being at one meeting and a couple of them started talking about "diphthongs" and I told them they should not let any unwholesome talk come out of their mouths and I would never own one. Hey, I'm not sure why you need to know the term diphthong. I've taught all my children to read without it. But HS moms are smart. They are. I look at their blogs and am totally blown away. Meanwhile I ask Earthling to upload a photo on my blog so it looks cool. I don't want to learn how to do anything new. My brain is tired. It really is. I am wowed by most of these blogs see. Moms knit and can and paint and perform and quilt and weave.... Some of these moms talk about the Triumvirate and other things I can't spell. Then I feel this need to be informed. I hit these links to see what's up. I want to know what the different parenting gurus say so I am informed as to their philosophy. I like to read about the Charlotte Masonites and the Homesteaders yet I don't know why since I will never gut a deer nor wish to see it done. I do make my own Windex, so I'm not completely helpless. And I do have links on my computer (library, John Piper, and HSLDA for example!).
Earthling wanted to hang a sign on our front door, "Caution May Contain Nuts." I wanted to put one "Caution, Under Pressure." We do pressure ourselves. I don't want to. So I'm freeing myself with this confession. I want to do a few things well. Just a few. Love God, family, teach my children, play, and maybe write sometimes. I'd like to learn to "condense" too!!! Instead of my few goals, I make my brain tired. It does not need information. It needs sleep. So, now with a free conscience I am confessing like Bones McCoy who claimed to be "a simple country doctor." I'm just a simple girl, who wants to lead a simple life. I don't mean simple as derogatory at all. I mean uncomplicated. One day, in eternity future guess what? We will learn and learn and learn. We will have zero memory loss because the brain will not be subject to decay. Imagine that God can fill a world so full we can always learn and always remember. Won't that be glorious? But for now, I'm going to try and learn to be content.
It's great to learn and grow and increase in knowledge. I'm not saying we should not. And Earthling you and your siblings better or else. However, I like this scripture--
Ecc 12:12 And further, by these, my son, be admonished: of making many books there is no end; and much study is a weariness of the flesh.
So there, smarty pants. Okay now I'm being mean. I am grateful for smart people I am. I am even married to one, and have given birth to them. And I truly believe God has given us each the ability to do ALL he has called us to do. To whom much is given, much is required. We need people in the marketplace. We don't as Christians need to shrink away from using our brains. But we need to rest them too.
Knowledge can become a thing of vanity and pride, for me. But I don't have too much to worry about. I'm happy that I'm not a real smart. And I don't mean to be self deprecating or have false humility. I'm okay with it. It's hard for me to learn new things. It's hard for me to do my Bible study at times. It's hard to concentrate. It's real work. I'm always arguing with my children's school books saying I can't believe that! Really? Wow that's amazing. Whose Charlemagne again? I get him confused with Constantinople and Clovis and Constantine . It's okay. I'm really good at alphabetizing and can look the C's up.
I like these things God said about the mind--
Isa 26:3 Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee: because he trusteth in thee.
Mat 22:37 Jesus said unto him, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind.
Act 17:11 These were more noble than those in Thessalonica, in that they received the word with all readiness of mind, and searched the scriptures daily, whether those things were so.
Rom 12:2 And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.
Rom 14:5 One man esteemeth one day above another: another esteemeth every day alike. Let every man be fully persuaded in his own mind.
Eph 4:17 This I say therefore, and testify in the Lord, that ye henceforth walk not as other Gentiles walk, in the vanity of their mind,
Eph 4:23 And be renewed in the spirit of your mind;
2Ti 1:7 For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.
Tts 1:15 Unto the pure all things are pure: but unto them that are defiled and unbelieving is nothing pure; but even their mind and conscience is defiled.
I better go MIND the business at hand. That would be a smart thing to do!
Lilacs
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Apr. 12, 2006 - Fretting and Sobering Up
Philippians 2:14 "Do all things without murmurings and disputing"....sometimes we say without grumbling or complaining.
Maybe you like how Psalm 37 starts, "Don't fret."
Perhaps some are able to keep themselves in check and do not struggle with complaining. I'd like to be able to say I'm one of those that never frets or complains. Then of course I would be a liar and a complainer. God does not require perfection but he does want us to grow in grace. So, if like me, you find yourself complaining, even inwardly, consider how those escalating thoughts progress from annoyance to ambush. Sometimes complaints starts innocently because most of us need to vent from time to time. I do. When we vent, maybe we need to consider if that's a signal from the Holy Spirit --that He is on low and we are taking the helm. We vent, blow our stack, get overwhelmed because we are being filled, to the top--over the top. The scripture says we should not be drunk with "whine." And sometimes we do get a bit intoxicated with our woes. When that happens we need to ask God to fill us with his Holy Spirit. It's sometimes hard to think of God when you are drunk with the cares of this world. Maybe when we feel like whining we should pray Lord, help us be sober minded.
If you are fussing and fretting too much, and drunk by circumstances that overwhelm you consider some things God says about being sober.
the 5:8 But let us, who are of the day, be sober, putting on the breastplate of faith and love; and for an helmet, the hope of salvation.
1Ti 3:11 Even so must their wives be grave, not slanderers, sober, faithful in all things.
Tts 2:4 That they may teach the young women to be sober, to love their husbands, to love their children,
Pe 4:7 But the end of all things is at hand: be ye therefore sober, and watch unto prayer.
1Pe 5:8 Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour:
When I consider sobriety I'd define it as reality. People drink to escape. Being sober means being truthful. It's not just about being serious. When we are truthful we have a different perspective. Our problems, issues, frustrations take on a new perspective in the light of the truth of the cross. Oh to be sure, we have problems, and I'm not oversimplifying. Yet, those diddly little things that drive us crazy need the Grace of God, and to be seen through the lens of truth, as much as the big issues.
Phil 4:8 Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.
Hoping to focus on whats true instead of wasting time on what's not.
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Apr. 8, 2006 - CHURCH MEMBERS WANTED
In Christianity arguments will always exist because man is imperfect so his arguments will be. Thankfully God does not call us to 100% agreement. He does call us to unity. Sometimes in a body of believers you find yourself no longer united to the mission of a particular church. The only reason to have a merited disagreement is over things that hurt the cause of Christ. Yet people have different interpretations of merit. That is where it gets fuzzy. Lack of unity erupts. This happens because we have preferences as well as being sin natured, selfish people with our own agendas.
Call me naive and idealistic, but I think children with the same Father ought to feel like a family. Not air hugs family, real family. Not okay- I'll- do- it -your- way- because- I -don't- want -to -offend, but brother and sister family who sometimes wrestle but still feel like family. Family that depends on each other for encouragement and admonishment. Family that are able to confront, mend and move on together for the greater cause of sharing the faith.
Below are jobs descriptions for you and me. I'll sound arrogant and prideful. I suspect I may be, because God says my heart is deceitfully wicked and who can know it. God can know it. If you ever get disillusioned, and your hearts desire is to see the body of Christ align themselves closely with scripture and use it as the grid which everything passes through, seek that. Don't we all want that? Never will we find perfect people or be perfect people. Instead let us all be seekers of perfect truth.
ATTENTION CHURCH MEMBERS WANTED
The GodSquad 1, elite special forces units, who are able to detect, determine, and dismiss fallible Christians. A critical eye, overhearing ears, and bold tongue are needed prerequisites to these positions. Must be able to reduce Christian faith to a skirt length, glass of wine, Disney movie, or rock beat. Yes, you too can be a member of The God Squad 1 and protect the ONE true faith you hold your own! Specialized training will be offered for those especially talented individuals. GodSquad 2 asks, why get trapped by the church? Legalists got you down? There is no condemnation so live it up. Want to be like Eve! Get to know good and evil! Embrace the world. After all God made it! Join GodSquad 2 and you will have TWICE the faith.
Apply to join a select group who call themselves The Rod Squad. (especially needed in the Toddler Room.) Their job, should they decide to accept it, is to identify unruly children and lazy parents. Applicants must have a keen eye, and the ability to roll it. Their own children must always show a mastership of first time obedience. Furthermore, the Rod Squad member's children are never allowed their own opinions. Daughter's are too be enrolled in sewing by age seven and son's must keep their shirts tucked in--even while swimming. Individuals subject to extending grace need not apply.
Rod Squad got you down? That's why we need you in the Cod Squad. Coddle your children --they deserve it. Excessively indulge. Do not associate with abusive spankers or parents that make their children eat vegetables. Never allow your darling to be told "no." It stifles them. Build their self esteem, cater to every whim, do not expect too much. Let them follow their inner voice. The goodness inside of them is waiting to come out. Make a safe happy environment for them at the expense of everybody and everything. Cod Squad parent's must be willing to expose their own children to evil; it builds their faith and stamina while teaching them to recognize sin. Don't resist the devil. Show him you can handle him. Must be willing to let the church teach your children about God for you. Uptight need not apply.
Seeking, modest women only to spearhead The Bod Squad. Applicants must demonstrate proficient use of a ruler, measuring skills, and the ability to judge motives. They must be aware of the specific, yet mysterious, Bod scriptures that tell us exactly how to dress. Special consideration given to women that don't wear jewelry. If you wear heels, pants, nail paint, skirts above calf length, slits or sleeveless tops, do not apply.
Lack of freedom bother you ladies? Join the MyBod Squad. Remember there is freedom in Christ. Super short skirts, navels and low cut says FREEDOM. Don't worry about distracting men. Teach them to resist. God gave you a bod;, don't be ashamed. Lust is other people's problem. Are you your brother's keeper? Never.
The Sod Squad is seeking applicants to identify believers whose seed does not fall on fertile ground. This group must choke the weeds in others lives. They must know how to use a shovel, plow, and stakes in their determination to fix people. Closely aligned with the Clod club, these folks can dig up dirt.
Four women needed for The Quad Squad. It is imperative they take charge of every ladies event and not allow less competent women in leadership positions. Must possess strong communication skills, and free time to discuss other church members by telephone.
The Prod Squad are the encouragers. Their favorite phrase is, "you should." Their strength lay in their ability to inflict guilt. They can fill any position by forcing people in to responsibility they don't feel "led" to do. They also see wrongs to correct and believe their prodding is just as good as prayer. Remember prayer is nice, but prodders get the job done.
Members of The Scrod Squad are particularly good at smelling something fishy. If they suspect an individual of something, they are willing to question as many church members as necessary to confirm their suspicions. Help reel them in and be a fisher of men.
Can you face a sticky situation? The Wad Squad is seeking people willing to patrol the sanctuary and confiscate gum from gum chewers. Additionally, they will patrol the choir loft and be prepared to subdue any member who chews. Must be able to keep a sharp eye out for anyone who puts any wear on the building.
Don't confuse the Wad Squad with the Wod Squad. These folks are loaded with leadership abilities-- proven winners. If you are a CEO or run a successful business, the church needs you. Say no to excessive diversification and yes to pouring resources in to the "company." If you can oversee strategic planning with a vision of success, depend on charts, diagrams and marketing the product God, join the team. Who needs elders when you've got this team! Remember visioneering means engineering a vision. If you can speculate and engineer a movement go for it.
Be a player on the iPOD Squad. If you like listening to big names, plug in. Be prepared to tune in to people who have proven themselves. Follow a program, a plan, a person, a campaign! Spirit Led is fine, but following a formula is easier and can be purchased on line.
Hone in on the unusual, The Odd Squad watch for suspicious activity like excessive smiling, tears, hugging, or any other exhibits of blatant emotional frailty. Don't let your church become too touchy feely. Stand in the gap and insist on personal space.
Smart Men needed to fight for The Nod Squad. They must possess a complete command of Scripture, major in predestination, be able to monopolize every Sunday School class, and ignore those heathen that fall asleep during their lectures. If you can drone on and on about foolish arguments and controversies this is the place for you.
As close as two peas in a Pod Squad, members here are committed to one another. They are excellent followers, ready to imitate, willing to disengage their brains, and closely imitate the most popular ideas without thought. If it's successful, it must be ALWAYS right and revered as Scripture. Sign up to lead a Purpose Given Strife small group today. After that lead Lordship Salvation Documentation, or Hocus Focus on my Magical Family.
Needed: those whose feet are shod in the preparation of peace. The Shod Squad must be willing to overlook, excuse, smile upon any and every activity of the church or its members. Favorite expression, That's okay. Favorite thought, It's none of my business. Favorite version: the Newly Revised Feel Good Edition, Bumper Sticker: God is a God of love. I'm not to judge anyone or anything. If you have a good heart that's all that matters. Least favorite word: accountability.
Tired of compromising scripture? Join the KJVod Squad. Thats right. King James Version only delights. Know someone with a NASB or NIV? Teach them to wise up. KJVod folks like accuracy. Preference should be treated as sin. If you liketh to learneth the besteth way and teacheth others how, join upeth.
Bible study boring and stale? It won't be if you are part of the JamesBrownod Squad. Join today and get your free copy of the "I Feel Good" Bible, so good so fine Hey! It's not watered down; it's palatable. It's not dumbed down; it's user friendly. If doctrine and truth are another reason to hit the snooze alarm, wake up to the "I Feel Good" Bible. It lets you be yourself. No thought required. Guaranteed not to offend. Smells nice too--like sugar and spice. After the book you'll long for the Hollywood mini-series. Sign up today and feel good tomorrow.
Carry a badge privately? Dreams of being in law enforcement? Maybe the Spod Squad is for you. Security Patrol on Duty (Spod) has the responsibility of keeping a sharp eye out. Make sure greeters are warm, smiling and providing umbrellas at appropriate times. Children running through the hall--turn them over to the Rod Squad. Song leader forgetting to throw in a hymn? They must please everyone so imperative you FLASH "Hymn" message during the service. Monitor the bathrooms--one paper towel to dry hands limit. Keep a sharp look out for unruly choir/praise team members. Folks doodling on the bulletins? Usher them out. Folks writing personal notes--confiscate and read from the pulpit/stage. Missions team trying to give too much? Shut them down.
Youth group leaders needed for the Xod Squad. Can you say X-treme? If you are under the age of 25, know more than parents, are radically, culturally, in to pop culture, ready to immerse yourself in exposure to everything in order to "relate" to the youth we have a job for you! Trust the kids to do whats right. Must be willing to host following mission trips: White Water Raft Baptism Get Dunk Party, Be a Light for him Laser Tag Toga Party, Beach Preach Outreach (bring your tanning gel!), and dramatic rendering of Abel and Cain," Food Fight Central" skit.
The Trod Squad can walk all over people, especially the down trodden. If your personality is overwhelming enough to keep the low lower, this job is for you. Come and be ready to walk. Marching orders available to those with no tact. Don't call it blunt, call it honest.
The Mod Squad seeks to create a culturally relevant environment. Crosses will be replaced with java signs. Smell the redemptive power of a latte! Sunday morning-- it's the best part of waking up. Sunday School flannel graphs will be done away with. Super Paul and Mighty David dolls will fly through the classrooms. Can you say extreme? Tell your kids to come ready for food fights and videos! Drink root beer shooters out of communion cups! Amazing Grace will be replaced with Amazing Awesome Us. Must be willing to forcibly wrestle ties off men. Individuals who don't like shoes preferred.
You're hired for the Bingod Squad. Thats right, if you like Bingo, pancakes, or turkey dinner fund raisers we have the job for you. Calendars and cookbook sales equal new carpet in the sanctuary. Why expect people to freely give? Make it giving affordable to give to God's work. Must be willing to lobby at State Capitol for church lotto and powerballs.
If you have attention to detail the Slod Squad needs you. Yes, this hospitality committee Sick, Lazy or Divorce (SLOD) need members to assess when compassion is truly needed. If you can make a fruit basket you might just have a ministry. Level headedness required to enforce the following: No meals provided after the birth of over three children. Card for appendectomy, tonsillectomy. Small basket with six fruit limit for shoulder surgery/hip replacement. Life threatening surgery may have up to nine pieces of fruit. Repeat medical concerns limited to two fruit baskets to quell abuse with the chronically sick. Newly divorced receives unlimited phone calls, cards, and dinner invites from the singles ministry.
For members unable to qualify for these elite positions there is help wanted in The Lord's Army. Must have a humble heart, great love, desire to surrender to Him willing to abide in Him and grow in His image. Must strive to lead a holy life, and walk the narrow path. Love others in deed and words--those in those in our circle and out. Must be willing to pray for others, and confront wrongs at times. Examines everything under the light of the Word of God. Those with Holier Than Thou attitudes need not apply. For contact info seek the face of God. (Equal Opportunity Employer, No vacation time, but the long term benefits are out of this world.)
1 Corinthians 1:17-31
18 For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God. 19 For it is written:
I will destroy the wisdom of the wise,
And bring to nothing the understanding of the prudent.
20 Where is the wise? Where is the scribe? Where is the disputer of this age? Has not God made foolish the wisdom of this world? 21 For since, in the wisdom of God, the world through wisdom did not know God, it pleased God through the foolishness of the message preached to save those who believe. 22 For Jews request a sign, and Greeks seek after wisdom; 23 but we preach Christ crucified, to the Jews a stumbling block and to the Greeks foolishness, 24 but to those who are called, both Jews and Greeks, Christ the power of God and the wisdom of God. 25 Because the foolishness of God is wiser than men, and the weakness of God is stronger than men.
Glory Only in the Lord
26 For you see your calling, brethren, that not many wise according to the flesh, not many mighty, not many noble, are called. 27 But God has chosen the foolish things of the world to put to shame the wise, and God has chosen the weak things of the world to put to shame the things which are mighty; 28 and the base things of the world and the things which are despised God has chosen, and the things which are not, to bring to nothing the things that are, 29 that no flesh should glory in His presence. 30 But of Him you are in Christ Jesus, who became for us wisdom from Godand righteousness and sanctification and redemption 31 that, as it is written, He who glories, let him glory in the LORD. |
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Feb. 21, 2006 - The Gods of Education
Now when they saw the boldness of Peter and John, and perceived that they were unlearned and ignorant men, they marveled; and they took knowledge of them, that they had been with Jesus. Act 4:13
Will it be said of me, "She has been with Jesus." Would I rather they say, "She is bright, witty, fun, strong or capable?" Peter and John were unlearned men. The rulers and elders were disturbed and came to accuse them. Yet they had to admit a power demonstrated by two ordinary men. This power comes from being with Jesus. This power allowed the rulers to see Christ in Peter and John.
And even harder question, will it be said of my children, "they have been with Jesus."
While math is important, and grammar skills well and fine, reading the classics enriching, and high SAT's nice, they are no substitute for being with Jesus. Educational success will impress others. Never will it be more important than Jesus.
Is our quest for God priority? What school subjects do we skip on a busy day? Bible? Do we serve each other in love and attempt pleasant service, or have a chore list our children must meet to win our approval as part of their educational training? Do we come along side them as a helper in their work? Do we marvel at the creation of God during the zoo field trip, or do we only tell our children about the characteristics of pachyderms? How much time do we allow our children for their personal study with God? Do we allow them the time necessary, a time that works for them? Do we go in our room and shut the door? Do we show them we need and WANT to be with Jesus? Are we only careful to exercise their mental muscles with drills and tests? Or do we allow our children the freedom of failing spiritually and learning to press on? Do we find ourselves reminding ourselves or others how much better academically homeschoolers fare? Do we find ourselves prideful about the homeschool movement because of academic achievement? Do we spend more time praying for our children's spiritual growth or preparing lessons for their academic achievement? Are we smug in our intellectual understanding of the Bible? Arrogant because of the verses we have memorized? Are we critical of others intellectual ability, and base their worth on their test scores? Do we model first our loving Savior or a teacher with an academic agenda?
Recently a mama wren discovered the little birdhouse my children made. Perfectly situated outside of our bay window, we were able to observe mama wren building her nest. Sitting on her nest, day after day, she became our sweet friend. Some days she would calmly sit, as we opened the bay window and talked to her. Some days, daddy wren brought her food. Each morning I checked for signs of her brood hatching.
The last morning I checked, there the birdhouse lay, lopsided in the branches, the nest partially torn form the home. The small, lifeless baby birds lay on the ground below. For days it bothered me. I understand about nature. But we delighted in that bird family. And mama wren had invested so much care and tenderness day after day. In an instant her chicks were lost despite her preparation. Because I felt sad each time I passed the window, I asked the Lord what he could teach me through this.
Immediately I thought, despite mama wren's nurturing care, the enemy was lurking. Her babies were defenseless. They could not fight the predator. The birds had not yet grown a feather, and could much less fly. I am sure I love the ones I am entrusted more than a bird loves her children. How can I protect my children day after day?
I can give them spelling practice, diagramming, water colors and Italian opera. I can give them great novels even before they lose a baby tooth. I can teach phonics at an early age. I can use the best products. I can hire tutors and on line help. I can hold them accountable. I can study with them. I can encourage them. I can be proud of their research papers and mathematical formulas. I can ready them for the time of college or career. In fact, the god of education would tell me it is the most important thing I do.
Today I read Ecclesiastes 12:12 "And further, by these, my son, be admonished: of making many books there is no end; and much study is a weariness of the flesh" (emphasis added.)
If you have ever had a mountain of homeschool catalogs before you can attest to this truth of many books. Your children can attest to study sometimes being wearying. We have abundant choices. Most of the products are advertised as: don't miss, exceptional, homeschool guru's number one choice. We should investigate which tools of education are best for our families. We should strive for excellence. A good education is admirable. We can evaluate where we are and where we are going. Inventories are more important. But periodically, we need to check and see if education is on the pedestal.
Our children are in competition for colleges, scholarships, and jobs. Our sincere motivations come from a desire to see them do well. We provide them with tools, time and even tutors. We like workshops, tutorials, co-ops, seminars, online courses, and of course our home school catalogs. We drool over them like we did the toy catalog when we were six. We want to get it right. We are responsible. We just want to equip them. Good. But one day they will leave. Our sphere of influence will be lessened. Their educations may please us and bring them honor. But will we say of them, my children have been with Jesus. Will others see them and say, those children have been with Jesus?
Certainly we must never trust in education. We must never elevate educational excellence to a status of idol. We must never ever put our confidence in homeschooling, and assume our method will ensure good results. We must trust the God who allows us this privilege. We must pray the Holy Spirit guides them and draws them near. We must walk in a way that is worthy to be followed. And we must demonstrate priority of seeking the Lord with all our heart, mind and soul. We can not put Jesus in our children, but we can let Jesus be seen in us. Parents can make their children their number one mission field. And the best way is not with memorization and catechisms but by following Jesus in a way that is transparent and joy filled. That comes from being with Him.
We can delight in a good Algebra grade. I do. The harm comes when we show more approval for academic achievement than when our children walk with the Lord. Are we happier when they win the spelling bee or when they initiate an act of kindness? We can applaud their science fair project. Do we get equally excited over their service for the Lord--however mundane? Do we seek out opportunities for them to see God? Let us be sure to tell them when we see God in them. Let us encourage them in their faith. They need us to notice. They need to know the most important thing is when we look at them we see Jesus.
This is the cry of my heart. Remind me, God, to put my hope in You, and You alone.
Appreciating good GPA's, cherishing homeschooling, but trusting in Him. |
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Feb. 12, 2006 - Remember Me
Feb. 17, 2005
Remember Me
He stared at me with the same incredulous look poor Balaam's donkey must have had when she hee hawed her famous words, "What have I done?" Poor hubby.
For whatever reason, I feel overwhelmed again. I don't like me.Thats okay, I don't particularly like him either. Nor my children.You know, the ones I've ruined. In times like these I turn to a trusted friend. Her first question...PMS? Maybe, but PMS is real. All my emotions are just amplified. All my failures weigh on me, like...like the carrot cake I said yes to last night. I only had a very little piece (about six times).
Why is my heart so heavy? Maybe I am not allowing myself to be honest. Maybe too much has been pushed down and it is spilling over. Or maybe my wise eldest daughter is correct with her acronym, possessed mother syndrome. Am I getting enough sleep? No, her candle goeth out not by night. See, I am a Proverbs 31 woman. Faithfully taking my B complex? Sometimes. Do I have legitimate reason to be hurt? Maybe. Can I control my emotions? Don't won't to at the moment. Sometimes can't seem to. Today I can. Am I really looking that much older? Can I just be joyful? No. I can't just be joyful. I can fake joyful, fairly well. Maybe I can find joy, but today it's hiding.
Ok, go back. When did I start feeling overwhelmed? Must have been just after that homeschooling "support" group meeting. You know, the one where all the moms share. Mrs. A shared some drawings her brilliant son had finished and encouraged all the moms to use his drawing teacher. The mom beside me is taking notes. Great. I did not even bring paper. She is signing her son up for Draw Like a Master. What else will I miss? Mrs. B, her infant is being stimulated by Mozart. Oh, like that makes children so smart! If that were true, why is it we have no idea what Mozart's children did with their lives. And if Mozart did not have children, no wonder he could play so well. He had time to practice! Mrs. C went on a field trip to the Great Pyramids; we made one out of sugar cubes. It collapsed. Mrs. D-- her children are learning Latin. And I can't even tango. Let's see...Mrs. E made a dessert out of toasted buckwheat. She said all the glory goes to God. Hey, it wasn't that good. Mrs. F custom makes quilts for orphans. Mrs. G, her children look polished. They do. Their hair gleams; their eyes twinkle. Their socks make the Tide socks look dull. Her children willingly floss their teeth. Mine floss their toes. Mrs. H chaperones her children to swim meets all over the East Coast. I barely can keep my gang in haircuts. Mrs. I can understand higher math (that would be anything over fifth grade to me). Mrs. J's son is going to play with the Boston Pops, as soon as he turns nine! Mrs. K just ran a 10K. She has eight children and is expecting twins. Mrs. L is working on her dissertation. Mrs. M just developed a character building curriculum based upon her exceptional daughters, Patience, Hope, Mercy, and Joy and her unequalled sons, Righteous, Loyal, and Steadfast. (Maybe my children will inspire me and I can write a character curriculum about Sneak, Cow poke, Aloof, Miss Fragile Princess of Emotions, and Moody.) Mrs. N is lecturing at a major homeschooling seminar. (Oh I lecture plenty myself!)
Hmmmm, I feel like I am getting in touch with the real me. It's not me thats the problem. It's all these over zealous children. It's all these moms and their accomplishments. They, well they pick on me. You've been there. These moms do all sorts of wonderful things, to bring me down. They are talented, bright moms of easy children, who have it all together while I'm afraid my crew is in the back yard hacking down a dogwood tree with a wheelbarrow. It's a conspiracy. True, these ladies are my homeschooling sisters. Siblings bicker and they just want to start a fight. They are so competitive. Okay, bad theory.
Maybe it's my hubby. Let's not even talk about why there is not a Proverbs 32. I mean we all have faith, but let's not push it. He goes to work every day. And he leaves the children here with me. Every day. He even goes on vacations (calls them work trips) many times a year without me. Just because he deposits a paycheck in the bank every couple weeks, he thinks this gives him the right to have all this free time at work. I'm home and he is off gallivanting at his job, earning the respect of his co-workers and clients, focused on doing a good job, and providing for us. I'd like to see him sitting at his desk doing research talking with one child by phone, while one child is sneezing on his arm, another needs help on the pottie, one telling him she has been waiting for him for 15 minutes and one, oh oh oh he lost the other one! Now he has lost my baby! He even thinks there is "the" system for loading the dishwasher. Only an engineering brain would force a non engineering brain to load the dishwasher his way. And don't get me started on the way he puts clothes away when he helps. I can see I'm oppressed. Well, maybe not.
Now I figured it out. I know why I am overwhelmed. My tank is empty. I'm poured out. No one appreciates me. I quietly serve in the background. No one cares. I'm not important. It's a thankless job. My children are suppose to rise up and call me blessed. One won't even rise up. She oversleeps nearly every day. Maybe if someone told me how worthy I am... Maybe they do and I can not accept it. Maybe I'm too humble. Thats it. In my desire to be a humble servant, I've neglected that my poor soul is so downcast from being so humble all the time. I've passed from marriage to motherhood to martyrdom. Oh, let me watch your children. Sure I would love to have nursery duty every week. No problem. I'll make the meal. Yes sweetie, Mommy will pick all the little seeds out of your grapes. Friend, I'd be happy to if it lightens your load. What trouble? Sure, I'd be glad to help. Idle hands you know. Children, I'd love to wash your precious little paw prints off the walls. I'm here to serve. It will give me something to do.Yes, dear I'm sure I'd love to look for your misplaced sunglasses today. And that form. And write the card to your aunt. And you need the receipt. And your grey sweatshirt that you left in the back of the van last year. Sure, I'll be glad to look. Host the fellowship--sure whats another project? Could I take some of the burden off friend? I'm here to serve. Yes, thats it. I've been nice to everyone and neglected poor poor pitiful me. Nah.
Okay, it's not my children, my hubby, my friends, or my serious overload. What could it be? My parents! Yes, I always knew that liked Gina better.Well, I like Gina better too. I can't blame them for the blatant favoritism. I can't blame them they I never had piano lessons. Never wanted them. I can't blame them that I looked like a hippie cowboy in the 70's. That was my choice. I can't blame them that they never got me braces. My teeth were straight (emphasis on were!). I am a bit short. Yes, I can blame them for that. How dare they!
This is looking desperate. Let's try PMS again. It's Eve's fault. The curse. The child bearing is a temporary pain, perhaps the Lord meant the whole kabang. The hormones and all. Is this what is meant by woman's suffrage? She had to eat the apple. Couldn't be happy with the peaches and strawberries. Or cocoa beans. That woman gave no thought to what her callous actions would do to my life. Oh, I can't blame Eve. Yet, I just can't seem to put my finger on the problem. Maybe there is no problem. I mean I've had problems, and I know problems. There isn't a biggy in my life right now, that keeps me close to Him, that keeps me dependent, that gets me out of my comfort and in to His.
What is going on? Why do I feel so restless and unfulfilled? Maybe it is me.When did my eternal perspective turn in to an internal perspective? Maybe I'm depending on me again. Maybe I need my plan, my control, my will be done. Then I can get the glory. Then I can trust in me. Then I can think I'm important. Then I can show them. Then I can thank me. Then they can say wow!Yes, thats probably it, again. Again, I turn to a trusted friend when I should have turned to Him. He would have told me more quickly. He would have told me....I'm the one getting the glory here. When you get the glory they look at you. You look at you. If they get the glory you look at them.
In Deuteronomy 8 the living Word tells us, "And he humbled thee, and suffered thee to hunger, and fed thee with manna, which thou knewest not, neither did thy fathers know; that he might make thee know that man doth not live by bread only, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of the LORD doth man live.Thy raiment waxed not old upon thee, neither did thy foot swell, these forty years. Thou shalt also consider in thine heart, that, as a man chasteneth his son, so the LORD thy God chasteneth thee." Yes, but Lord my clothes do wear out, and my head swells." Are you telling me I'm taking care of me again? Maybe I'm like my sometimes naughty young daughter who covers her eyes with her chubby little palms when I scold her. She can't bear to look at me. Maybe I can't bear to look at God when I've been naughty. Maybe I'd rather look at nothing or everything, rather than sit still before the one who is allowing me to wallow in a sorry desert.
Why does my walk seem to revolve around learning the same lessons over and over? Why do I frustrate myself by trusting in me so often? Why does the Lord tell me, warn me, not to forget Him, even in this same text. Because I do. I'm sorry Lord. I'm sorry for last time. I'm sorry for this time. And I'm sorry there will probably be a next time. Thank you for being so gracious to bring me back. Help my time away from you to be shorter. Help me to return more quickly. I know you will be waiting for me to remember you.
Seeking to remember Him,
Me
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Feb. 12, 2006 - Who Am I?
"What is Man that Thou art mindful of him?"
I have not written often, because as I alluded earlier, in order to blog something else will need bumped. A few friends have suggested it's worth a try to see what wins --discipline or the keyboard. (Do not take bets.) I'm going to post a couple things I've written in the past, since copying and pasting requires little effort on this snowy Sunday.
For me writing is simply self rebuke. And if you saw my back log of writing, you would know I often need rebuked. Writing comes less out of wisdom, and more out of being frustrated I make the same dumb mistakes. So before you read anything I've written, let me summarize and save you some precious time. Life can be hard. God is faithful. I can fail. God is faithful. Comparing and despairing still gets to me. Again, God is faithful. Trust me, what I say I say over and over in different ways. I'm still trying to apply the basics. I want to be honest, because you probably have better things to do! God tells us to apply our hearts to wisdom knowing that this will be an ongoing process. I hope my posts are not full of "false humility," but rather believing confession is good for the soul, I know I have a lot to confess! And I know that "perfect" people tend to make me feel isolated and inferior; you don't have to worry about perfection here.
I read some blogs, and marvel at what you women can do. I'm serious. Well, I do not sew, neither do I quilt. I have no idea what elk meat taste like having never been a member of the Elks Club (or Moose Lodge). I don't "grind me own wheat to make me own bread," as the Giant in Jack and the Beanstalk nearly said. I can't play oboe, violin, harp, or even chopsticks ( I can play Scrabble!). I don't sketch unless you count etch a sketch. (I do doodle.) I don't even make jam. Our garden does not exactly produce bumper crops, um I don't French braid my daughter's hair. No one milks any goats, makes any cheese, scents their own soaps. What I'm saying is... I'm not really a Proverbs 31 woman (though we did make the doll!). I don't like getting up early. I don't seek wool and flax. In fact, wool makes me itchy. I seek cotton. (I'm more like Proverbs 30 1/2. I KNOW, there is no Proverbs 30 1/2.) I'm really glad our loving, wise Lord, and the Shepherd of our souls, gave us Proverbs 31 to aspire to this perfection. I love reading the model of the perfect woman....but as it starts out in verse 10, WHO can FIND a virtuous woman? Not here on my blog anyway. But I hope you will take five minutes to go read Proverbs 31 after you read this. It's lots better. :~) Pretty please.
I do like to write, and I hope you enjoy reading more than editing, because I'm not so great at grammar either. (No, grammar did not get run over by a reindeer, and I do hate that song!) God, who is He to me? He is the Door, the Light, the Truth, the Way, the Hope, the Source, the Comfort, the King, the Savior. I don't love God enough. It's true. He deserves way more of my time, my heart, and my obedience. I am thankful for his Grace. He has always been faithful to me. I'm so grateful to Him, for Him.
An incredible Savior friend, who never tires of me, never gives up on me and I marvel with David--
Psalm 8:3-4 When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained; What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visits him?
So welcome, again to this blog, which may just be getting started and remember-- Whatever is true, honest, just, pure, lovely, think on these things...or read my blog.
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I know that is mean. But if you visit my blog, you need to know up front, I can be mean. So there it is. Chances are I never will be a Proverbs 31 woman.
I have to go pass the baton. I'm showing my fourteen year old how to make my world -famous- legendary- pecan sticky buns. Okay, maybe not world famous, but pretty special at my house. My dear hubby and children may just rise up and call me blessed when I make them!
Lilacs
Thanking my dear Auntie Henrietta, you know who you are! |
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Feb. 11, 2006 - Aunt Henri's Delight
Feb. 11, 2006 - Why I Don't Want to be Mrs. Brown
Why I Don't Want to be Mrs. Brown
The familiar chorus repeats itself. Endeavor to be a better parent. The dissonant sound of distracted parenting clashes with noble ambition.
I did it again today. I lashed out in frustration at my children. It was easy to pretend it was them. They did childish things that annoyed me. My impatience and selfishness was a result of today's doggone poor time management. I got behind and needed to catch up, and my treasured, elevated list is priority at times. I like to believe the reason I get behind is because my children are in front, and I'm running after them. Sometimes my sinful heart convinces me that my children's antics cost me minutes, hours, even my day. I say ridiculous things like, "You steal my time when you do that. You make work for me that is unnecessary." Those foolish statements only echo back the truth. Give them your time. They are your work.
My days go well, until life's dreaded inconveniences occur, things that need dealt with-- someone made oatmeal cookies--on the couch, puppy ate a boot, a donut is stuck in the VCR, or some other interruption. I know the optimist says there is no such thing as interruption, just God's sovereign opportunity. I'm not sure how their glass stays full when mine is half empty. Perhaps their children don't drink out of it. Most days I can well handle the spilt milks of life, not yesterday. Yesterday it was the suitcase interruption that got to me. My son loves to pretend to leave. (I can't imagine why!) He often packs his huge royal blue duffle bag. We unpack the bag. He unpacks the bag. It's not a huge deal, except it has happened so frequently it's annoying. Picture this. The house was clean, a lovely dinner ready, the children happy, the puppy sleeping, and my pleasant mood awaited hubby, who was due home soon. Then it happened. Sabotage. I come upstairs only to find uninvited guests, Mr. and Mrs. Major Mess. Son has packed the contents of his drawers in his duffle, along with various blankets, animals, and toothpaste. Little sister tried to get her favorite bath towel out of the linen closet. My once neatly folded towels were left in a colorful heap, not to mention daughter flattened the six pack of toilet paper she used as a footstool. A roll of navy yarn had been haphazardly snipped, a GI haircut for a skein of yarn. Clippings littered the floor. As well, a strange menagerie of toys and other items were scattered and for some reason a plastic purple violet in a glass vase, in water sits on the boys' dresser. One child "forgot" to make his bed today. The book shelf I reorganized over the weekend is in disarray and I wonder how and when this happened... while I was outside working--pitching puppy poop in the brush pile over the fence. I guess I lingered to play fetch. And I was skimming that magazine. And I had a note to write. And on and on.
My pleasant mood dissolved in to scorn. The switch flipped on and the recording came out. The lecture. The one that says, "You know better than this. Why did you? Clean this up. Do you have to just make messes for the sheer pleasure of making messes?" The really crazy thing is in 26 years of parenting I've never had one child say, "That was a great lecture. I'm changing my reckless ways. I'm giving up my wayward life of play and mess and mud and imagination and trading it for a smile, a vacuum cleaner and a willingness to always obey my blessed mom." Lecturing has to be one of the dumbest things I do. My lectures are pretty much pity parties and guilt trips poorly disguised as instructions. "And another thing, if you ever pack this suitcase again for fun, there will be dire consequences." The threat rises within me. "You will not, pay close attention because your number one pleasure is getting ready to encounter it's demise, you may not have ice cream for a long time. A loooooong, loooooooong, looooooong time."
Just about the time I realized I was acting dumb, Daddy came home. And part two of the lecture series emerged. "Your son.... Whawhawhawhawhaw," (Pretend you are hearing Charlie Brown's moms voice-- because my oldest told me that is who I sound exactly like during lectures.) "And hubby, I told son if he does that again, well son you tell dad." Son says, "Dad, no ice cream." Thats right I nod with authority. "And tell Dad for how long it will be before you get ice cream again." "Dad no ice cream for 20 minutes."
My lecture again fell on deaf ears. No one brought a recorder. No one studied. No one even took notes. I cant' blame them. When I come along side them to instruct and yes, even help clean up, and am gentle and kind, their hearing improves dramatically. Truth is, I'm the one who had not been paying attention, acting like a clod. I forgot about the One who comes beside me. Its' your kindness Lord that leads us to repentance. Help me to be kind instead of a lecturer. Help me identify culprits of mine, that cause strife in the life of my family. I can not manufacture a spirit of peace. Overflow in me as I seek you. Remind me, I have a responsibility to yield to you at all times. Help me to teach and guide, and not embark on those pathetic lectures.
This good day, middle daughter put the water pitcher away without refilling it, but I reminded her, not lectured mind you. "The problem Mom," she reasoned, "Is I see the pitcher as half full, and you see it as half empty." And I said, "No, the problem is we all get thirsty." So let us all drink from the well that never runs dry.
Things I'm thankful for Lord.....Thank you Lord, while I gave the lecture yesterday, daughter cleaned all the Playmobil off the parlor floor. Days worth of Playmobil play. Thank you today the five year old child was drawn to reading his Bible much of the day. I heard him mumble aloud, "Oh Noah was an inventor. He invented the first houseboat." Thank you for all the times my children make me smile. Thank you for a sweet hubby--he talked to the girls and told them be ready Tuesday. He's coming home for lunch and taking all three out on Valentines Day-- even put together gift bags on his own. Thank you Lord for speaking to me. This morning I was taking a cruise on the good ship guilt trip, lamenting the boys don't play baseball or ride their bikes enough, or participate in gymnastics, year round swimming, karate, ski, mountain climbing like other kids, or whatever I was obsessing over. Anyways, in my quiet time You led me to 1 Timothy 4:8 "For bodily exercise profiteth little: but godliness is profitable unto all things, having promise of the life that now is, and of that which is to come." Exercise is great. We can work on it. But we are doing okay focusing on running a race. Thank you youngest daughter's infected finger is healing. Thank you for your Word that speaks, convicts, and encourages but never lectures. And Lord, next time I feel a lecture coming on, lead me to 1 Corinthians 2:4 And my speech and my preaching was not with enticing words of man's wisdom, but in demonstration of the Spirit and of power. My words are not enticing, much less wise, let me demonstrate the power of your Spirit. Thank you that in the midst of my puny little inconveniences, You have chosen to be there with me. |
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Jul. 8, 2005 - A Time To Write
A while back a dear friend suggested I join the blog. You need to know this friends. That way when I'm in blog rehab you'll know who to call. If you hear from me too much, I'll tell you who. Maybe she can pay the bill. Perhaps like me, some of you are uncertain bloggers. While I can not deny the camaraderie, inspiration, educational, and down right fun components, I also must be honest. Grabbing a cup of coffee and spending time with you will take me from something else. You know those somethings. Those things that call to us all day. Not that we can not use a chance to recharge....but some of us may have the tendency to look forward to blogging more than, say, ironing, or reading another chapter to the kiddos, or our prayer time. Painful despair! I am that mother some days.
My dear little fellow came in a hour ago and I'm staring at the picture he drew me, while he lies sleeping. The child told me he drew "God." For those of you who don't know what God looks like, his arms are out stretched, he has a big smile, and he is surrounded by people. And he has a lot of hair. But when my little fellow showed me I gave him the "thats nice, oh great" comment. To his little ears that may have sounded like, "mommy is doing something more important on the computer." Even worse it may have sounded like, "you are bothering me right now." So now, I look at his penciled God alone, and know I don't want to be the kind of mommy who misses that golden moment. That's why I have been hesitant to join this group of people that I like so much. Life requires attention, and parenting intention. I know how much I like to write. I know how much I enjoy reading many of your posts.
The words of Ecclesiastes ring, there is a time to be silent and a time to speak, or in the modern translation-a time to write and a time to refrain from writing. And I know for me it will require an act of discipline at times to forfeit blogging. Discipline is hard. Yet, the daisies and black eyed susans blooming remind me that summer is here and time is easier to come by. And my dear dear dear eship (what I call email friendship) pal is unavailable as her keyboard had an encounter with a kool-aid. My fix has driven me here only because I wanted to come. On this fine day, webships (on line pals) are yet another good thing God gives. It's man that corrupts the good.
The first step is admitting you (might) have a problem. So, it's official. My name is Lilacs, and I'm blogger. You ladies and gentleman that have more self control than me...enjoy writing to your hearts delight. And I'll try to write in a responsible manner. In Patrick's Henry's famous Give me Liberty speech, he also remarked, "Why stand we here idle?" (Something I often ask my children!) So, I'll not sit idle. Tomorrow is a big day. When I get up, I can't wait to ask my little one why God has such a big smile on his face. He is worthy of our trust, Lilacs |
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