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• Mar. 11, 2009 - Busy, Dizzy & In a Tizzy?

Posted in Spiritual Life

Dear friends,

I wrote the following article about two years ago for my Hope Chest e-magazine, and thought it might be an inspiration to someone who needs it right now.... I know it has been a good reminder for me today. Let me know what you think!  You can e-mail me at VirginiaKnowles@gmail.com.




BUSY, DIZZY & IN A TIZZY:

Christian Contemplation for the Moms and Other Frazzled Folks



Are you “busy, dizzy, and in a tizzy”? Is your life whirling so fast that you don’t have a chance to sit and think, much less nurture your soul? I would like to offer some simple encouragement for tending your heart-life amidst the myriad demands of a busy household.

OK, I know what you are saying: “I don’t have time to sit around and think deep thoughts about God! I’ve got lessons to prepare and grade, diapers to change, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches to make, bathrooms to clean…” I hear you. I have ten kids. Granted that some of them are now very helpful teenagers, but I still remember having five little girls ages seven and under, with a husband working long hours. And we can find time for what is really important. It just takes some juggling and adjusting. You probably know by now that I’m on a lifelong quest to find the balance between being and doing. Remembering the story of devoted Mary and busy Martha in Luke 11, I want to “choose the good portion” while not neglecting my family.

As you read this article, keep in mind that the point is not to do something for the sake of saying we did it but to make a deeper connection with the God who made and redeemed us. The goal of this time is to come out more filled with the Spirit, to see more love, peace and joy in our daily lives as a result. Do you have more passion for the Kingdom of God? Are your delights and desires more in tune with his? If not, are you holding back anything in your heart from unreserved worship? O come, let us adore him! Here are more than a dozen ways I’ve found to make time for soul nourishment through the spiritual disciplines.

Remind yourself daily of the Good News of the cross. We always need to start with this foundation. If you don’t have a living relationship with Jesus Christ (which is not just about church attendance or mental assent), none of the rest of this will make any sense at all. I would be delighted to talk with you about this if you have any questions. We don’t deserve any of the blessings we have, least of all the immense treasure of fellowship with God. But because of his mercy, we can ask him to forgive our sins! “If we say we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us. If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness” (1 John 1:8-9). The Bible promises that those who have trusted in Christ's sacrifice for their salvation can confidently enter the Lord's Throne Room to find grace and mercy.

Be ready to focus quickly on the things of God during what little time you might have. Learn to lay aside “the cares of this world” and concentrate on what the Lord has for you. Yes, there will be a time to bring before him in prayer the issues that concern you, but your focus should be on his sufficiency, not on your troubles. He is so much bigger than our circumstances! We bring our problems, our confusion, and our weakness into the Throne Room of God. As we draw near to him, we will bring out his strength and wise answers so we will be equipped to deal with them.


Designate a quiet comfortable spot in your house. Set up a personal chapel where you can go sit every few hours to regroup and refuel spiritually. Mine is an easy chair in my bedroom next to a fully stocked bookcase. I slip in there several times a day for at least a few minutes and up to a half hour or so, often while I am putting little Melody down for a nap. It’s not completely quiet – I often have Melody perched on my lap and other children wander in and out. And this is also not the only place I can have “devotional time” – I think about God throughout the day, whatever I am doing, whether it is washing dishes or stuffing laundry in the dryer. Taping up little cards with Scripture verses around the house can be a great inspiration, too.

Make a habit of daily Bible study. Keep a Bible handy at your “personal chapel” spot. Use book marks to keep the places you are currently studying so you can easily sit down and read a bit without fumbling around. Make a plan for what you are going to read so you don’t just flip open and see where you land. For example, if you read a chapter of the New Testament every morning, you’ll have read the whole thing within several months. You can also finish the Old Testament at the rate of two or three chapters a day, perhaps in the evening. Make a little chart to mark off your progress as you go. You can also go to
http://www.esv.org/ to read a daily portion of the English Standard Version Bible or even hear it in audio as you are washing the dishes or folding laundry. This web site also has a really good search function for doing topical studies.

Rather than just quickly reading the verses, take the time to meditate on them. What do they mean? How can you apply them at your house? It is good to sit quietly and think, but you can also meditate on Scripture as you go about the rest of your day, pondering these things in your heart. I read from Luke 16-17 this morning, and jotted down several application phrases onto a card to put in the pocket of my capris: Faithful in little, faithful in much. Serve one Master: God! God knows what’s inside your heart. Forgive others repeatedly. Don’t expect praise for doing your job. Thank God for what he has done in your life. Lose your life to keep it. Just feeling the crinkle of the card in my pocket as I’m sitting or walking reminds me of what I have read, and I do take it out once in a while to remember them. Occasionally, I will even write a poem based on what I have been meditating on in my times with the Lord. You can find these on my web site, www.VirginiaKnowles.com
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Try to read regularly from good solid Christian books to help you walk out your faith. Several trustworthy authors are
Gary Thomas, Andrew Murray, Jerry Bridges, John and Noel Piper, Elisabeth Elliot, Corrie ten Boom, and Amy Carmichael. Donald Whitney’s book Spiritual Disciplines for the Christian Life has come highly recommended by our pastors as a way to dig in to Scripture study, prayer, meditation, fasting, and other heart-nurturing practices. A good devotional book with short selections can be just right for a busy mom. My daughter Joanna found Charles Spurgeon’s Morning by Morning, Oswald Chambers’ My Utmost for His Highest or Thomas a Kempis’ The Imitation of Christ for me at our library’s used bookstore last week – nicely bound hardbacks for $1.50 a piece! You can find some of these resources listed on my CBD affiliate page or read (for free) countless Christian classics on-line at the Christian Classics Ethereal Library.

Take time to pray, to ask God to lead you in your own life, and to intercede for others. It may be helpful to write out a prayer list of various requests for family members, your pastors, friends, missionaries, current events, etc. I keep my list in the back of my journal so it is handy. Prayers don’t have to be clever or even original. Christians throughout history have prayed The Jesus Prayer: “Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner.” This does not have to be a rote formula, as some have made it, but a way to acknowledge our humble dependence on him throughout the day. I often shorten it to “Sweet Jesus have mercy!” I also use prayers from Scripture, such as Colossians 1:9-14. This helps me keep the focus on praying according to God’s will, rather than my petty desires. Sometimes I pray just sitting there quietly, other times while I am on my knees, and other times as I’m working around the house. “Pray continually…” He is always listening! Or, as Alfred Lord Tennyson notes, “More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of.” Oh, please remember that prayer is not just talking – it is listening for God’s still small voice speaking into your heart.

Start a journal and use it! I write my own observations and questions about life, some of my prayers, and plenty of Scripture verses and quotes from whatever books I am reading. This has been such a lifeline to me in the past year as I’ve been so acutely aware of my need for God’s mercy. I think of so many Christians through the ages who whose lives have been enriched by journaling. This may be a short paragraph, but I don’t want to underestimate the importance of this vital spiritual discipline.

Be appropriately aware of your emotions, especially as they can indicate your spiritual health. We are not robots! God made our emotions to help us respond to him and to life around us. You don’t have to be ruled by your feelings, but if you are anxious or irritable or depressed, find the spiritual remedy for that, rather than ignoring or suppressing these sensations. Ask God for wisdom in dealing with your emotions. It’s not a one shot deal, but continually offering up to him what is roiling around in our hearts. “Lord, I’m feeling so overwhelmed… Help me to see you as my strong tower, and please show me why this situation bothering me so much and what I can practically do about it.” God is not afraid of our emotions. With him at our side, we don’t need to be afraid either.

Play and sing worship music throughout the day. If you move from room to room a lot or spend a lot of time away from your house, buy a little MP3 player and load it with your favorite songs or other audio downloads, such as your pastor’s Sunday sermon if your church posts those on-line. Listening while you do other things is a great way to redeem the time. I listen to worship music with headphones while I work out on at the YMCA. Even if you don’t have music playing, you can always sing in your heart.

Establish a regular devotional time with your children. Read the Bible, sing, and pray with them sometime during the day, which is a fantastic extension of your own time with God. This will not just be an academic exercise, but an opportunity for you connect again with your Heavenly Father as you bring your children to him for a blessing. (See Mark 10:13-16.)

Use your daily duties as object lessons of God’s truth and grace. When you are making dinner, think of the feast he is preparing for us in heaven. When you are washing dishes, be thankful for the abundant food you ate off of them, and pray for those who are less fortunate. When you are cleaning up your kids’ muddy toes, think of how Jesus washed the feet of his disciples. A yucky toilet, stubborn laundry stain, or dirty diaper can remind us of how he washes our foulest sins away: “white as snow.” This attitude not only inspires our souls with the holy character of God, but makes our work meaningful and less irksome. I find that, like Brother Lawrence, I can “practice the presence of God” no matter what I am doing, even if I am not kneeling in prayer or reading my Bible.

Think about God “in the watches of the night.” I am a chronic insomniac, usually waking for an hour or more in the middle of the night. During these times, I remind myself of the mercies of the Lord, pray for others, and think of Bible verses I have memorized. I also do this as I am falling asleep at night, and sometimes as I lie in bed trying to wake up in the morning. This is also a good practice for mommies who are night nursing their babies, as I did off and on for nearly two decades. “My soul will be satisfied as with fat and rich food, and my mouth will praise you with joyful lips, when I remember you upon my bed, and meditate on you in the watches of the night; for you have been my help, and in the shadow of your wings I will sing for joy.” Psalm 63:5-7

Enjoy your Sabbath! This is a time when I don’t have to feel guilty about laying aside many of my regular daily duties. I like to use Sunday afternoon as a time for leisurely reading and contemplation, as well as rest. What a precious gift from God! Summer is also somewhat of a Sabbath (or sabbatical) for home school moms since we aren’t so busy with lessons. Use some of this time for refueling your own heart for the year to come!

I hope these simple suggestions have been helpful to you. I don’t present them as a formula, but as a means to help our hearts be captivated by our Awesome God.
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• Mar. 10, 2009 - A Mother's Seeds

Posted in Family Life

A Mother’s Seeds
by Virginia Knowles

A mother sows seeds
Sows in hearts softened by sweet nurture
Seeds of myriad sizes, shapes, and sorts:
Truth, mercy, faith, repentance, salvation
Wisdom, praise, discipline, responsibility
Love, joy, peace
Here a seed, there a seed, everywhere a soul seed

No mother is purely saint, saintly pure
So subtle weed seeds slip from her packet too:
Bitterness, pride, impatience, sloth, doubt, scorn, fear
She may wisely snatch them up again right away
Before harm takes root in tender spirits
But some sink in and grow in spite
Later to be plucked out, or not

Yet she seeks to sow good seed in good soil
Not for the pleasure of plowing, digging. straining
Staining hands and knees with clay
Casting bloodied thorns and stubborn stones aside
Not for these trials she toils, bowed low
But for the hope, for the promise of the soul seed’s sole purpose:
Oh, for the fruit!

Working, watering, worrying, weeping, watching, waiting. wondering:
Will these tiny seeds fulfill destiny
First with green stem and fragrant blossom, and then fruit at last?
Or will they lie lifeless underground or shriveled on dry crust of earth?
Oh, did one, even just one, take root deeper and deeper in the divine deep?
Anchored by a sturdy, centering, downward shaft
With fragile spreading threads tangled outward, seeking sustenance?

Oh, for the fruit of those roots unseen!
So: more seeds! Sow more seeds! Sow and sow again!
Lord, make them grow!
For a mother must be faithful but He alone can bring forth fruit!
(Soli Deo Gloria! Gloria in Excelsis Deo!)
His fruit is sweet and succulent, swelling with more seeds
Later to be scattered far beyond her own field, season after season

Nations and generations shall witness her seeds and His fruit
Fruit from seed, and seed from fruit
From her home to His uttermost gardens
From her time to His eternity
For a mother’s heart sows well beyond her own wee plot
She mothers young and old, neighbor and sojourner
Her reach is far and deep, patient and persistent

Any seeking soul becomes her soil
She meets needs with diligent deeds
Bathes each one in warming rays of kindness and prayer
A mother’s heart sows these seeds then
Waters, works, watches, waits, wonders again and again
By faith, hope, and love, she reaps abundant harvests
When goodly, godly fruit is ripe at last!

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This poem was originally posted on my other blog, www.VirginiaKnowles.blogspot.com, where I usually write.  I also have a web site, www.VirginiaKnowles.com.

 

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• Mar. 10, 2009 - To Bolivia with Love

Posted in Outreach

My 19 year old daughter Julia has been in Bolivia in a mission trip for about two months.  This is what I posted as she was leaving.  She's gone through a lot of hardships, but is experiencing the grace of God.  You can read her own blog at www.JuliaKnowles.blogspot.com.

Friday, January 16, 2009

To Bolivia with Love (as posted on my other blog)

To Bolivia, With Love
(A Bolivia, Con Amor)
by Virginia Knowles

To Bolivia:
Out of my ten, Julia is just one
But a full one she is
One full of life and love and laughter
One for you, from me

 
 And a Bible in her language and yours, side by side
(It speaks love in any language)
How beautiful are the feet that bring Good News:
She will walk in your mountains
(Lord, have mercy! Snakes, be still!)



With bubbles and balloons for your little ones
And a Bible in her language and yours, side by side
(It speaks love in any language)
How beautiful are the feet that bring Good News:
She will walk in your mountains
(Lord, have mercy! Snakes, be still!)

And even if she leaves a part of her heart in you
Even if she empties herself for you
This is the paradox:
I know you will send her back full
From Bolivia, with love

And she will give hugs in your villages
Speak words of grace, too
And so she will love and listen and learn
Just a short while
Though it seems so long to a mother far away



 

 How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news, who proclaim peace, who bring good tidings, who proclaim salvation, who say to Zion, "Your God reigns!" Isaiah 52:7


I LOVE YOU, JULIA!
Vaya con Dios!

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My second daughter, Julia Grace Knowles, left today for three months in Entre Rios, Bolivia. It is her third trip there, but by far her longest. The other two times (in 2005 and 2007) she went for just a couple of weeks with the Mission:X construction and medical teams from our church. Her suitcases are totally stuffed, not just with her clothes and bedding and personal items, but with gifts for the children there: bubbles, balloons for making animal shapes, candy, Spanish language books, and more. There are also some Spanish language Christian books for the adults at the mission, who are mostly native Bolivians.

Many people have asked me if I am frightened about sending my 19 year old daughter to a poverty stricken socialist country where the mountain roads are horrible, there is rampant crime and disease, health care is substandard or non-existent in the rural areas, and rebels occasionally stage coups and take over airports. No, I am not frightened. The safest place to be is in the center of God's will, no matter where that may take you or whatever terrible thing may happen to you. She knows the risks and she's glad for the opportunity to take them (again) for the Gospel's sake. We took a walk this morning, just the two of us, and she thanked me for not freaking out about her going. I told her, as I have many times before, that I am so excited for her. This is what we have raised our children to do. Reaching the nations and generations is where my heartbeat is. So I send her to Bolivia with love and joy and faith.

I started thinking about writing the "To Bolivia, With Love" poem last night as I was drifting off to sleep, and got up a little early this morning to finish it. I read it to the family after lunch. (We fixed a large Latin American buffet with tortillas, black beans, rice, mojo seasoned meat, sauteed onions and green peppers, sour cream, shredded cheese, etc. For dessert, we had our traditional
volcano cake made of a brownie "mountain", cherry pie filling "lava" and whipped cream "smoke", though I forgot the chocolate chips "debris" this time.)

Anyway, back to the poem. Originally, one of the lines read "and give hugs in your villages," but I realized it came directly after the one "Snakes, be still!" I changed it to "and she will give hugs in your villages" because I didn't think anyone would welcome the snakes giving hugs in the villages. As I was reading it aloud, I remembered it and started laughing hysterically. We all laughed! By the time I regained my composure from that, I started crying. My baby is leaving me! So my oldest daughter Mary, who came for lunch with her husband Ryan, finished reading it for me. And I reminded Julia, as she left, not to go hugging any snakes, please! She assured me that she won't.

My husband Thad is driving Julia down to Miami as I type this. She will fly from there to La Paz late tonight, then after a brief layover, go on to Santa Cruz in the morning. Andreas, a German missionary, plans to pick her up in the mission's Land Rover (see picture at left) which he drove up to Santa Cruz for repair. So instead of taking a 10 hour bus trip down with Angela (who would have had to take one up to get her), she'll be in a car with just a few other people, including some kids. They should arrive in Entre Rios sometime tomorrow night. On Monday morning, a Vacation Bible School starts (it is summer there) with around 100 children coming to the mission for several days from many of the surrounding mountain villages. Some of the kids are walking a few hours to get there. Much of the rest of her three months there will be spent hiking out to the villages, such as Las Abras, with Angela, the only other American. They will minister to the children and train some of the older children to teach Sunday School. You can read about Angela in a blog post called "A is for Angela."

Julia has been working for a year and a half to be able to go back to Bolivia, but there is something that really spurred her on even more a few months ago. In October, Dave Harvey, a guest speaker at Metro Life Church, spoke on "The Audacious Claim of the Unstoppable Gospel." That message affected Julia so much that she listened to the CD of it at least 10 times. You can listen to it here www.metrolife.org/messages.html if you scroll down to October 19. (Windows users, right click on the CD-shaped icon there to download.) When I asked her a week or so ago what she wanted me to load onto an MP3 player for her trip, she replied that she wanted sermons! I downloaded about 30 of them, mostly by John Piper, at her request. This will give her some English language encouragement in a Spanish speaking world! If you have a heart for the Gospel, I think you'll be blessed by listening to these, too. There is nothing in life that compares to wholeheartedly following Jesus Christ.

Julia is going to attempt to keep up her own brand new blog this summer, since there is Internet access in Entre Rios. You can check it out at http://www.juliaknowles.blogspot.com/ She has already put up two posts, one with pictures, and the other explaining her trip in her own words.

Blessings,
Virginia Knowles
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• Mar. 10, 2009 - Our Little Melody

Our Little Melody  (as posted on my other blog recently)

My three year old daughter Melody sure has been cute lately. (Mischievous, too!)

The other day, she complained, "Ben told me to shut up. He's stubborn!" I asked her, "And what are you?" She replied, "A hypocrite!"

A while back, Ben hurt himself, and as I was trying to fix him up with a bandage, Melody came and patted him on the arm and said consolingly, "It's all right, son!"

 

When two of the other kids were arguing recently, she planted herself right between them and yelled, "Guys! It's over! It's over!"

I have been trying to get Melody to stop sucking her thumb and Ben to stop sucking his fingers. Usually when we are sitting on the couch reading, I have to reach over and pull them out. Yesterday, I yanked Ben's fingers out, and Melody said, "Mom, take my thumb out, too!"

Joanna took the picture of Melody a couple of months ago. The pose is so typical of her!

Now she's trying to sneak out to the back porch with a cup of milk. There is a straw in it, and the milk is all bubbled up. I told her to come back inside, and she said, "I'm trying to make a milkshake!"
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• Mar. 10, 2009 - Long absence from HomeSchoolBlogger!

Hello friends,

I haven't posted here on HomeSchoolBlogger in a long time.  I usually blog at www.VirginiaKnowles.blogspot.com as well as try to keep up with my web site, www.VirginiaKnowles.com.

I'll try to post a few of my best things related to home schooling here, too, but no promises right now!

Blessings,

Virginia Knowles

 

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• Jan. 1, 2009 - Welcome to My Blog! (Scroll Down for New Posts)


The Knowles Family

Hello! Welcome, and thank you for visiting my blog site, which contains selected articles from my e-magazine, The Hope Chest, as well as other small tidbits here and there. The Hope Chest Home School News started its 11th year in February 2008, and is now sent to about 1200 families around the world.  For a more complete archives all the way back from 2001 you can hop on over to: www.freegroups.net/groups/hopechest. If you are looking for something specific there, you can use the Search feature, or you can browse through the messages month by month.

       If you would like to subscribe to the Hope Chest, you can send a blank message to: hopechest-subscribe@associate.com.

        To contact me, e-mail hopechestnews@embarqmail.com.

        I also have a web site at www.VirginiaKnowles.com which has more stuff on it.

Blessings,

Virginia Knowles


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There are current posts beneath this one.  I keep this one at the top (by postdating it to 2009) but keep scrolling down for the new stuff!

 

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• Feb. 26, 2008 - "Over Utah in January"

Posted in Family Life

A Poem, Followed by Thoughts on Wonder and Family

This was published on my own web site on January 23, 2008, but I am just now posting it here on HomeSchoolBlogger.

In this issue, you will find my poem "Over Utah in January", memories of my grandmother Margaret Driggs, practical and inspirational thoughts about instilling a sense of wonder and building family memories, and finally a poem called "Parting" by my step-grandfather, Dr. Howard R. Driggs.  Enjoy!

I am giving you the poem first without photographs, so you can focus on the words.  Then I will give it to you again with the photos... And now, with pictures...

Over Utah in January

 

by Virginia Knowles

 

I am in the sky looking down on

Vast speechless stretches of frozen white

Curved round and round by

Slicing crevices and streams

And human roads abandoned though they be

Foothills then soaring mountains beyond

Majestic tall yet distant small

From the sky where I look down

 

Clustering pines (wilderness steeples)

Defer to barren ground below

Shedding to it cumbering, nurturing snow

Upright spires green

Evergreen over branches, trunks, rough and woody brown

Rooted deeply into ascending slope

Yet as living arrows aiming high

To the sky where I look down

 

Up and over mountain towers, fly

Peering through mottled fog outstretched 

Amid earthy upturned layers, variegated ripples

Shadow clouds now upwisping sharply angled peaks

Oh!  These are of no human construct or design

Not even marked by footprints in pristine snow

Just fingerprints, signatures divine

Where winter earth meets winter sky

 

Yet in the valley I see manly habitation

In patterned rows, casual curves beneath the mist

Nestled in yet beckoned to a deep and high communion

Only bold ones venture beyond certain fringes

Strive upward, breathe hard, ascending steep, behold

Some faithful cannot climb but still lift souls to see

To know and long to know

Others seem content merely to stroll in evenness beneath, below

Oblivious to wonder

 

I am in the sky looking down

Then gazing up in awe at Him

Who gazes down in grace on me below

On me, who sees and longs to know

 

 

 

Over Utah in January

by Virginia Knowles

 

I am in the sky looking down on

Vast speechless stretches of frozen white

 

 

Curved round and round by

Slicing crevices and streams

 

 

 

 

 

 

And human roads abandoned though they be

Foothills then soaring mountains beyond

Majestic tall yet distant small

From the sky where I look down

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Clustering pines (wilderness steeples)

Defer to barren ground below

Shedding to it cumbering, nurturing snow

 

 

Upright spires green

Evergreen over branches, trunks, rough and woody brown

Rooted deeply into ascending slope

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yet as living arrows aiming high

To the sky where I look down

 

 

 

 

 

 

Up and over mountain towers, fly

 

Peering through mottled fog outstretched 

 

Amid earthy upturned layers, variegated ripples

 

 

Shadow clouds now upwisping sharply angled peaks

 

 

Oh!  These are of no human construct or design

 

 

Not even marked by footprints in pristine snow

Just fingerprints, signatures divine

Where winter earth meets winter sky

 

 

 

 

Yet in the valley I see manly habitation

 

In patterned rows, casual curves beneath the mist

 

 

 

 

Nestled in yet beckoned to a deep and high communion

Only bold ones venture beyond certain fringes

Strive upward, breathe hard, ascending steep, behold

 

 Some faithful cannot climb but still lift souls to see

To know and long to know

Others seem content merely to stroll

In evenness beneath, below

Oblivious to wonder    

 

 

 I am in the sky looking down

Then gazing up in awe at Him

Who gazes down in grace on me below

On me, who sees and longs to know

 

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“Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever you had formed the earth and the world, from everlasting to everlasting you are God.”   Psalm 90:2

 

“In his hand are the depths of the earth; the heights of the mountains are his also.” Psalm 95:4

 

“For behold, he who forms the mountains and creates the wind, and declares to man what is his thought, who makes the morning darkness, and treads on the heights of the earth—the Lord, the God of hosts, is his name!” Amos 4:13

 

 “I lift up my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come? My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth.” Psalm 121:1-2

 

“For his invisible attributes, namely, his eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly perceived, ever since the creation of the world, in the things that have been made.”  Romans 1:20 

 

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I wrote the first draft of "Over Utah in January" on the airplane on my way to Salt Lake City for my grandmother's funeral.  I hadn’t realized just how mountainous Utah is in areas!  I tend to think of it only as the Great Salt Lake and endless miles of salt flats.  I was so taken by the snowy mountains that we spent the better part of one day just driving around taking pictures.  But even from our hotel and from the cemetery, and really wherever we went, we only had to lift our eyes to see the towering mountains surrounding us – and I think I gasped in amazement every single time.  (Can you tell I am from Florida, where we have neither mountains nor snow?)

Photo

 

As most of you know, my paternal grandmother Margaret Driggs passed away on January 13 in Denver, Colorado at the age of 98. A week ago I flew to Salt Lake City for her funeral. 

 

 

 

 

My brother, uncle, and father at the casket with the mountains in the background...

 

 My sister Barb, who couldn't join us due to illness, sent the following eulogy to be read by my father:

 

My first memories of Grandma Driggs are of visiting her in Bayside, Queens. We ate English muffins with jelly using the fancy china. She was always so elegant, even when feeding little children breakfast!  Grandma was always the epitome of elegance and propriety, from the way she dressed to the way she spoke and carried herself. I believe that she valued reading and writing above all things. One of my prized possessions to this day is the hardcover set of Louisa May Alcott novels she gave me when I was a teenager.

I wish I could have known Grandma Driggs as a young woman, when she was a reporter in Kansas City, falling in love, as a young mother. I wish I could have known her when she was my age, in her 40s, working with Dr. Driggs, raising young adults, playing the piano. Of course I didn’t know her then, but my intuition tells me that this was the happiest time in her life. If your happiest age is the age you are in heaven, I suspect she’s there in her 40’s, playing ragtime with her newly nimble fingers. The last time I saw Grandma was when my daughter, Carrie, and I visited Denver years ago. At that point she called us "the girls", as she wasn’t sure who were. She did know that she loved us and that we loved her, and that was the most important thing.

(My brother John played the ragtime version of "Just a Closer Walk with Thee" on the piano at her funeral in honor of Grandma.  At the reception, he played other jazzy tunes while a Driggs cousin, Dan Christensen, sang along.  What a memory!)

  

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• Dec. 17, 2007 - Corpus Christi -- a poem based on The Beautiful Fight by Gary Thomas

Posted in Spiritual Life

Corpus Christi

(Body of Christ)

by Virginia Knowles

Advent 2007

 

He, eternal and radiant Creator

Became a human mother’s son, a humble babe

Promised and anointed one

Ambassador from Heaven to Earth

Not in resplendent majesty befitting Celestial Royalty

But in an earthly body like ours

A body like ours?  Yes, a body!

 

A body with eyes to seek out scattered and wounded ones

Eyes that weep, eyes that sleep but do not sleep,

Ever searching, ever watching

Eyes that pierce our straying sinner-souls with gracious gaze

Eyes that shepherd us safely home again

So angels can rejoice with our Father in Heaven

 

A body with ears to hear quiet sighs

And frantic cries of desperation (Lord, have mercy!)

As well as words profane and cruel, uttered by fools

His ears hear not only what we hear

But the very echoes of our silent thoughts and intentions

He hears this evidence that we are all fools:

We need not only wisdom but redemption

 

A body with a mind that senses, muses, keenly understands

All beauty he had designed

Ruined by Adam’s Eden fall: Paradise Lost

All that was, he remembers still

And all that will be, he already foresees

Untangles twisted circumstances and chaotic confusions

Even when we know not ourselves,

He  knows and cares and plans: Paradise Regained

Is anything too difficult for him

Whose thoughts are high above the heavens?

 

A body with a mouth to teach the way of life

Sermons to the simple and to the sophisticated, parables and pearls

Soul seeds to blossom in hearts of those who have ears to hear

A mouth to proclaim truth and justice

Yet speak forth mercy to those who do not deserve it

To answer with probing questions

Warning those Pharisees who use their mouths to snare

A mouth to bless children and all who are old yet childlike still

And this man-child’s mouth thanks his Father

Prays: “Not my will, but Yours be done”

 

A body with hands: gentle yet tough are those hands

Which created this world we call home

Hands to work hard, stuff of daily life

Built with carpenter’s nails and beams of wood

Hands to heal, stretched forth in victory over pain and decay

Hands to break the meager bread and fish

Multiply in abundance to feed the hungry multitude

Busy hands, yet not too busy to embrace a wee child

To ruffle matted hair, to wash dirty feet

Or to scribble words of pardon in the sand

For a damsel in distress: no stone thrown

 

And a body with feet, walking from village to village,

House to house, soul to soul

In dusty sandals we mortals are unworthy to untie

Walking on waves amidst the stormy sea

(His feet are not for soil alone)

He traverses the land, announcing the Kingdom of God-With-Us

Among those who do not yet recognize his benevolent dominion

He goes to those who will not come on their own, in mercy

Chases those who run headlong toward the brink of destruction:

Hound of Heaven

 

Yes, a body!

Yet he did not just live in this body merely as an example

So we could know how to be good

But offered it as a sacrifice because

We could not, would not, attain to any goodness in ourselves

A body crucified, stretched out to die

Pierced with carpenter’s nails on beams of wood

Pierced with spear until blood and water flow

Willingly punished for our iniquities, not his own

(Only a perfect sacrifice can obtain atonement for sins of others)

Then taken down and laid in borrowed tomb, but not for long

Mortal once, yet immortal always, resurrected in power and glory

Walking and talking again among men and women

So their eyes could see, hearts believe

What had been foretold from ages past by prophets of old:

God in a body like ours, yet not like ours, victorious over death!

(O Death, where is your sting?  We are raised with him!)

 

Yes, a body!

But where is this body now?

The Son ascended again to his Father’s side

Intercedes on our behalf, pleads for his Bride, his Church

Whom he purified with his own blood once for all

Prepares glorious mansions for us, a wedding feast for us

Who deserved his cross and grave and wrath instead

Yet he has not left us bereft as we wait

He has poured out his Holy Spirit: fill us, empower us, guide us

Why? Because we, we who believe and follow

Are now the Body of Christ on earth:

Our eyes shall seek out the lost and guide them home

See, really notice, then meet earthy needs meanwhile

Our ears shall listen to their cries, questions, doubts, confusions,

Confessions, prayers, testimonies at last

Our minds navigate mazes and minefields of life

Solve riddles to serve mankind, strategize, plan

Our mouths proclaim good news, call sinners to repent and believe

Teach the Jesus way, always pray

Our hands serve and heal, wash and feed, build and embrace

(Gentle always, please)

Our feet go out for the King and his Kingdom

Around the globe or down the street

Our body, his body, working together to do as he has done

Laboring with all his strength under his sovereign command

Ambassadors of Heaven to Earth

Corpus Christi

 

~*~*~

 

“He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree, that we might die to sin and live to righteousness. By his wounds you have been healed. For you were straying like sheep, but have now returned to the Shepherd and Overseer of your souls.” 1 Peter 2:24-25

 

“Rather, speaking the truth in love, we are to grow up in every way into him who is the head, into Christ, from whom the whole body, joined and held together by every joint with which it is equipped, when each part is working properly, makes the body grow so that it builds itself up in love.” Ephesians 4:15-16

 

“He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn of all creation. For by him all things were created, in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or rulers or authorities—all things were created through him and for him. And he is before all things, and in him all things hold together.  And he is the head of the body, the church. He is the beginning, the firstborn from the dead, that in everything he might be preeminent.  For in him all the fullness of God was pleased to dwell, and through him to reconcile to himself all things, whether on earth or in heaven, making peace by the blood of his cross.  And you, who once were alienated and hostile in mind, doing evil deeds, he has now reconciled in his body of flesh by his death, in order to present you holy and blameless and above reproach before him, if indeed you continue in the faith, stable and steadfast, not shifting from the hope of the gospel that you heard, which has been proclaimed in all creation under heaven, and of which I, Paul, became a minister.  Now I rejoice in my sufferings for your sake, and in my flesh I am filling up what is lacking in Christ's afflictions for the sake of his body, that is, the church…” Colossians 1:15-24

 

“And by that will we have been sanctified through the offering of the body of Jesus Christ once for all. And every priest stands daily at his service, offering repeatedly the same sacrifices, which can never take away sins. But when Christ had offered for all time a single sacrifice for sins, he sat down at the right hand of God, waiting from that time until his enemies should be made a footstool for his feet.” Hebrews 10:10-13

 

“For by the grace given to me I say to everyone among you not to think of himself more highly than he ought to think, but to think with sober judgment, each according to the measure of faith that God has assigned. For as in one body we have many members, and the members do not all have the same function, so we, though many, are one body in Christ, and individually members one of another. Having gifts that differ according to the grace given to us, let us use them: if prophecy, in proportion to our faith; if service, in our serving; the one who teaches, in his teaching; the one who exhorts, in his exhortation; the one who contributes, in generosity; the one who leads, with zeal; the one who does acts of mercy, with cheerfulness. Let love be genuine. Abhor what is evil; hold fast to what is good.  Love one another with brotherly affection. Outdo one another in showing honor.  Do not be slothful in zeal, be fervent in spirit, serve the Lord. Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer. Contribute to the needs of the saints and seek to show hospitality.” Romans 12:3-13

 

~*~*

 

The poem “Corpus Christi” is based on the book The Beautiful Fight: Surrendering to the Transforming Presence of God Every Day of Your Life.  I thought you might enjoy these related web links:

Gary will be presenting his Sacred Marriage seminar in the Orlando area on Saturday, January 26 at the Maitland Civic Center (sponsored by Orlando Grace Church ) and will speak at Metro Life Church in Casselberry at 10 AM the following day.

 

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• Nov. 15, 2007 - My Glorious Dishtowel

Posted in Family Life

I confess.  I guess I am just sentimental about dishtowels.  This one came into my life 25 years ago, fluffy and fresh, bright with glorious rainbows, back when I was still a fluffy, fresh, and bright young college student.  It arrived in a care package from my mother, nestled in with edibles and kitchen practicalities, and maybe an inspiring new book to feed my idealistic soul.  My mom understood about such things (and still does).  She always said that new dishtowels could perk up even the dreariest kitchen, and that rundown apartment kitchen sure needed it!  We had no dishwasher except the human kind, so that towel did daily duty at my sink.  And each time I would hang it up proudly so everyone could see its glorious rainbows.

 

And here we are now, all these years later.  I wearily plop a toddler on her little oak bed in my bedroom.  My tenth toddler.  In my bedroom still.  Someday she will move out to another room, when my first no-longer-toddler-now-bright-fresh-idealistic-young-adult-daughter moves out of the house, but we are in no hurry for that, no hurry at all.  Still, I am a tired mommy, a busy mommy.  And even after this particularly long and tiring day, it is not time for me to go to my bed yet, except to sit on it and fold another mound of laundry, the foothills of Mt. Neverest, as I call my unending five-loads-a-day pile.  And then a wave of melancholy washes over me.  Even in the dim light of the go-to-sleep-sweetie-I’m-still-right-here bedroom, I can see this dishtowel in my hand, this faded and threadbare dishtowel, with its once bright rainbows barely recognizable.  It is so thin I can see through it.  How has it survived this long?  In these 25 years it has done its daily duties for sure:

 

       drying dishes (imagine that!), sometimes in the hands of my handsome and helpful young husband-to-be, who though no longer as young but still as handsome, is also still kind enough to help in the kitchen

       soaking up the drips from the leaky air conditioner in that old apartment

       laying under fresh-baked cookies cooling on the counter in our newlywed apartment or our first little townhouse

       wiping away traces of morning sickness

       playing peek-a-boo with a baby

       soothing a fevered brow of a sick child, and another sick child, and another…

       cushioning china in a cross-country move to a bigger home for a growing family

       mopping up spilled apple juice, milk, and assorted unmentionable liquids from the floor

       covering a pan of rising bread dough made by an eager baker-daughter for a family Thanksgiving feast

       cleaning a soft young face covered with spaghetti sauce or peanut butter or blood or runny nose

       wrapping an ice pack to keep it from being so cold on a bruised forehead

       maybe even cleaning a hamster cage, though I hope not…

       and much more, much much more, over and over and over again

 

And between each time, to sanitize it for its next task, it is stuffed in a bucket with all of the other wet smelly kitchen linens, churned with bleach and detergent in the washer, and then shoved unceremoniously into the dryer with the heat and dizzying spin, sacrificing its lovely fluffy fiber to the lint trap. Then, after being crumpled into a clean basket, it is folded and crammed into the linen closet or the drawer by the kitchen sink, or, bypassing all of these, snatched right from the dryer and put immediately to desperate use again.  It is needed, needed all the time.  Like me.

 

And so the wave of melancholy, as I sense its metaphor of my own life.  I feel like this dishtowel.  Old.  Used up.  Threadbare, with frayed fringes where neat hems used to be.  Always in a spin.  Like the faded rainbow, where have my once sparkling young dreams gone?  I weep and wipe the tears with the towel.  I hold it to my face and breathe in deeply.  It is soft, so soft as it comforts me, as it has comforted others.  It deserves dignity.  I do not want it to be carelessly discarded by someone who does not understand dishtowels and nostalgia, so I tuck it safely into an unseen crevice on my bookcase where no one can find it.  I clear the rest of the folded laundry off of my bed and sleep.  Oh, how I need sleep.

 

I wake in the wee hours of the morning, as I always do, like it or not.  My mind churns, as it often does, thinking, pondering.  This is not a bad thing in itself, because I love to think and ponder and dream awake, but right now I would rather sleep.  And then it dawns on me, like a glittering rainbow as a shaft of sunshine suddenly illuminates a gray and drizzly sky.  This is the glory of the dishtowel, the glory of my life.  What?  What is the glory?  Service.  Being used up from constant need.  Emptying myself in order to fulfill my purpose.  Love working itself out in humble and practical ways.  This is why I’m here: in God’s strength, serving my husband and children in our busy life-filled home, where celebrations mingle with sorrows, and the momentous punctuates the mundane.  This is the life I chose, preparing young hearts and minds to fulfill their own life destinies.  It is a good life.  

 

The recent words of another bright, fresh young woman flood in to comfort me: “Mrs. Knowles,” she said, tapping me on the shoulder on a Sunday morning at church.  “Mrs. Knowles, I believe the Lord wants me to remind you that your motherhood is a holy service to him.  It is no waste.  When you bow down to wipe up a spill from the floor, you are bowing in worship and service to him.”  Remembering these refreshing words, I rise from my bed and tiptoe over to the bookcase, quietly, so as not to wake the tenth toddler, who nonetheless starts to rustle in her bed, sucking her thumb furiously until her I’m-about-to-wake-up-breathing evens out into restful sleep again.  I grope around in the crevice and my hand feels the softness of the towel, the esteemed towel.  There are tears to wipe again, but this time tears of gratitude.  I am thankful that, unlike my lowly and lifeless dishtowel, I can be renewed and I will receive my reward.

~*~*~

 

“He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose.”  Jim Elliott, martyred missionary

 

“Whoever finds his life will lose it, and whoever loses his life for my sake will find it.”  Matthew 10:39

 

“Jesus, knowing that the Father had given all things into his hands, and that he had come from God and was going back to God, rose from supper. He laid aside his outer garments, and taking a towel, tied it around his waist. Then he poured water into a basin and began to wash the disciples' feet and to wipe them with the towel that was wrapped around him.  When he had washed their feet and put on his outer garments and resumed his place, he said to them, “Do you understand what I have done to you? You call me Teacher and Lord, and you are right, for so I am. If I then, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also ought to wash one another's feet. For I have given you an example, that you also should do just as I have done to you. Truly, truly, I say to you, a servant is not greater than his master, nor is a messenger greater than the one who sent him. If you know these things, blessed are you if you do them.” John 13:3-5, 12-17


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• Nov. 15, 2007 - Cherishing Your Marriage

Posted in Family Life
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Cherishing Your Marriage
Excerpt from The Real Life Home School Mom
by Virginia Knowles
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[Virginia’s note: This is the first half of the chapter “Cherishing Your Marriage” from my book The Real Life Home School Mom, which I revised and expanded this summer.  For more information on the book, click here: www.VirginiaKnowles.com/TheRealLifeHomeSchoolMom.  Please understand that we don’t have it all together.  I’m just sharing from my experience, hoping to spare you from hitting some of the “potholes” on the road we have traveled these past 22 years.  If you are really struggling in your marriage, let me recommend Gary Thomas's book Sacred Influence: What a Man Needs from His Wife to Be the Husband She Wants.   I also recommend, for any married couple, his bookSacred Marriage and Devotions for a Sacred Marriage the latter of which is comprised of short, readable weekly essays for husbands and wives to read together.]

CHERISHING YOUR MARRIAGE

            A loving, Christ-filled marriage lays such an essential foundation for a successful home school lifestyle.   Does that statement fill you with hope or with a sense of despair?  Perhaps you feel like your marriage has failed.  Maybe you are already divorced and you don’t think this chapter applies to you.  Or maybe your husband is not a believer in Jesus, so a Christ-filled marriage sounds impossible. Please keep reading, because I think you will find something helpful here anyway.
            I know that some of you reading this chapter are feeling so overwhelmed already that you need a quick infusion of grace for your situation before you read a sentence further.  Here is some encouragement from Carolyn Mahaney:

“If you are in an exceptionally trying situation with your husband, I encourage you to pour out your heart to the Lord of love.  He knows, He sees, and He hears; and though your tears may be lost on your husband, they are not lost on your heavenly Father.  He is the compassionate Lord who urges us to draw near to Him so “that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need” (Hebrews 4:16).  Although you may not understand, you can be sure that your marriage has God’s loving inscription upon it.  God’s unerring wisdom has ordained your relationship with your husband – for your good and for Christ’s glory.  Look to God for strength to endure, for the Lord promises that He will husband you (Isaiah 54:5-6).  God will renew your strength so that you will not grow weary in cultivating a tender love for your husband.  Furthermore, you do not know what the Lord has planned for your future.  Your tender love for your husband could be the means God uses to soften his heart toward you and toward Himself.  I have seen this happen in many marriages.”  (Feminine Appeal: Seven Virtues of a Godly Wife and Mother by Carolyn Mahaney)

            Besides Carolyn’s helpful book, I just have to recommend a stellar book on marriage that I didn’t discover until after 20 years of marriage: Gary Thomas’s  Sacred Marriage: What if God Designed Marriage to Make Us Holy More Than to Make Us Happy.  Gary Thomas is one of my all-time favorite authors.  I think I’ve read eight of his books so far.  This particular book has totally changed my perspective on marriage, just when I needed it most.  I was initially resistant toward reading it, but the more I read, the more I wept and repented for my sinful attitudes.  This is not a “how to” marriage book, but a deeper look into how marriage challenges us to grow.  While it should be required reading for all couples, I think it will be an especially vital encouragement to those who are struggling with less than ideal relationships.   More than any book on the topic, it has helped me to adjust my thinking to the firm foundation of Christian maturity in marriage.  Two other great marriage-strengthening books are Love That Lasts: When Marriage Meets Grace by Gary and Betsy Ricucci, and The Excellent Wife by Martha Peace.
            Strong and godly marriages never just happen.  Certainly no marriage is perfect.  We all have room to grow.  A healthy, enduring marriage requires much hard work and commitment, as well as continual repentance and forgiveness.  It is tempting to coast along taking marriage for granted because, after all, we are home schooling, and of course home school families have it all together; if we don’t happen to have it together yet, well, we’ll just have to “fake it until we make it.”   But what happens when the edges of our sanity become frayed at home?  What happens when we are tempted to settle for mediocrity?  What happens when we let the guard down? 
            Home schooling doesn't automatically immunize our marriages against conflict or even divorce.  I know plenty of home school marriages that have already broken up, and even more that are on the rocks.  If you are home schooling to build family unity, you can expect to come under constant attack from Satan.  He does not want husbands and wives to love each other or bear and raise godly children.  He will do whatever he can to break us apart, even in subtle ways.  If we think we stand firm, we had better watch out lest we fall! (1 Corinthians 10:12)  Some people assume that Satan only goes after the weaklings because they are an easy target that he can pick off easily.  Some say that he only bothers to attack the strong folks, because he knows what damage they can do to his evil plans by extending the Kingdom of God.  Let’s not be naïve.  He will go after anyone for any reason!   I hate to seem so pessimistic, but this is the truth.  However, we do not have to be victims.  God has called us to be overcomers, “more than conquerors” through our faith in Christ.  But to conquer, we must realize we are in a battle.
                  When I first published this book in 2000, I organized this chapter around five dangers that war against a marriage in a home school family.  In this new version, I’d like to take a more positive approach, and focus on these seven safeguards to protect our marriages instead.  (Like a mama sneaking vegetables into casserole, I’ll still cover those dangers!)

  • Safeguard #1: Focus on Your Foundation
  • Safeguard #2: Make Your Marriage the Priority Over Every Other Earthly Pursuit
  • Safeguard #3: Respect Each Other
  • Safeguard #4: Forgive Each Other
  • Safeguard #5: Communicate with Grace and Purpose
  • Safeguard #6: Guard Your Purity
  • Safeguard #7: Steward Your Resources

Safeguard #1: Focus on Your Foundation

            “At least you have a common foundation in Christ,” my friend encouraged me.  There was a hint of sadness in her voice, because she has what is euphemistically called an “inter-faith marriage” but which for her is a constant struggle.  What keeps her going is her own strong faith in the Lord, which she had renewed after her wedding.  I took her gentle admonition to heart. While Thad and I didn’t (and don’t) have the perfect marriage, we at least have Jesus together.   That’s huge for me.  
            So does that mean you are doomed to failure in home schooling if your husband is not a believer, or is spiritually immature, or has glaring flaws that are adversely affecting your family?  Not at all!   But you are going to have to work all the harder at pursuing God for yourself, at training your children in God’s ways, and at building your marriage despite the hindrances.   Even if you know the Lord and your husband doesn’t, your faith is still a foundation.  Remember these words in 1 Peter 3:1-2?  "Likewise, wives, be subject to your own husbands, so that even if some do not obey the word, they may be won without a word by the conduct of their wives— when they see your respectful and pure conduct.”
 

             The passage in 1 Peter 3 goes on to extol the beautiful and quiet spirit that we all need as wives.  Why?  Not just because it makes for a happier marriage, but because it pleases the Lord! 
            At our wedding, the soloist sang a song I had written.  One line of the chorus went like this: “Show us your purposes for our union, that we may glorify you, Lord.”  Did we even know what that would entail?   After more than two decades, the most important question for me as I look at my relationship with my husband is still, “What are God’s purposes for me in my marriage?”   One purpose is to use the very challenges of daily life with my husband to shape me into his own image, to prepare me as the bride of Christ (Ephesians 5:22-33) and not just the bride of Thad.  And that’s a good thing!  That’s where my eyes need to be: on Jesus, not on my circumstances.  If my expectations are resting on the Lord’s grace and mercy, then I will be less likely to place an impossible burden of expectation on my husband.   Likewise, my commitment needs to be on pleasing first the Lord and then my husband, not on pleasing myself.  As I focus on the Christ’s faithfulness, it becomes my own, and I learn how to be faithful to my husband.  As I contemplate God’s unconditional love, I become willing to receive it and give it to my husband.  My foundation is secure. 
            One of the benefits of life in the Lord is that we are part of his earthly body. Our church family has played such a vital role in strengthening our marriage.  First, there are the solid Sunday morning sermons that set our hearts on Christ’s way of love and peace.   Then there are the weekly small groups where we can discuss how to apply Scripture in our daily lives and relationships.  In our church, the couples in each small group meet together once a month to talk about marriage, often by discussing a book such as Sacred Marriage.  It is through our conversations here that I realize how much we are not alone, that other husbands are much like my husband, and that other wives are much like me.  This has been so liberating.  At a recent couples’ night, a newlywed husband shared how when he and his wife have a conflict, it helps to pray together.  This verse (Matthew 18:20) came to mind: “For where two or three are gathered in my name, there am I among them.”  If we want the best marriage counselor present, all we have to do is pray, and God shows up!  I’m grateful that this young man brought up the idea of prayer to encourage the rest of us old fogies who have been married much longer.  I am also thankful for our pastors, who have so graciously counseled us when we have hit bumps in our relationship.   They are real human beings who have had struggles in their own marriages. So they do not see it as a sign of weakness when a couple asks for pastoral help, but as a sign of strength and humility.  I think every marriage needs this kind of boost somewhere along the way!  Our church also hosts family-building workshops and ladies’ retreats that have benefited my marriage.  And finally, there are the friendships I have with other women who have encouraged me in fulfilling the good plans that God has for me as a wife and home school mom.  What a treasure our church is in helping us focus on our mutual foundation in Christ!
           
Safeguard #2: Make Your Marriage the Priority Over Every Other Earthly Pursuit

            Moms, you are certainly to be commended for all you do in home schooling your kids.  But in all honesty, that’s not the very best thing you can do for them.  Yes, I still think it’s the best educational option, but there is something you can do at the same time that is even more important: CHERISH YOUR MARRIAGE!  I know you’ve heard it said, “The best thing that parents can do for their children is to love each other.”   That is so true.  Your marriage is the foundation for a healthy nurturing home.  A strong marriage will facilitate a home school, but a weak one will destroy it.  Unfortunately, moms can be so devoted to home schooling and dads so consumed in their careers that they become apathetic to each other and place the marriage relationship to the back burner.  We think our mates will understand that we are too stressed out now for an intimate conversation or more.  We think this will be temporary and that soon we will be “back on track” but it drags on and on.  This leads to resentment, alienation, and loss of productivity.  You will be worse than when you started, because now you need to take more time and emotional energy to restore the relationship and heal the hurts. 
            If your husband senses that the home school, hobbies, or ministries are replacing him as the love of your life (after God), he will resist you in your efforts.  If you place him as the rightful priority, he can be inspired to lift some of your burdens and energize you to accomplish even more!  We all need to carve out prime time for our marriages, even if it means laying aside other activities.  
            As you make your marriage a top priority, you will start to think about the very best ways to add zest to your relationship.  You won’t be content to get away with the bare minimum anymore.  You will want to invest fully into bringing joy to your husband’s life and building the kind of intimacy that is God’s design for marriage.  Be creative!  Here is a list to get you started, inspired by ideas given at a workshop at our church:

  • Find out what he likes you to have finished around the house when he comes home from work, and then make it a regular practice to please him by doing this.  Or do one of his chores for him as a surprise.
  • Go for a walk and hold hands. Or lie on a blanket in the backyard and look at the stars.  Or take a picnic to the park. 
  • Don’t give up on date nights just because you have young children.  Have a friend keep the children at their house and fix his favorite dinner, served by candle light.  If your children are home, you can always put them to bed and then enjoy dinner at a card table in your bedroom.   Dress it up with a fancy tablecloth, candles and flowers from the garden, put on some romantic music, and enjoy a gourmet meal or dessert.  This doesn’t have to be elaborate; it could be just a mug of hot chocolate and a plate of graham crackers.
  • You may need to use some of your date night time to plan your schedule and budget or to sort through your family dynamics, but try to focus on the blessing of your “just the two of us” relationship.
  • Try to get away for an occasional weekend without the children!  We like to go to historic St. Augustine (where we honeymooned) and stroll through art galleries, living history museums, and antique shops.
  • Keep your bedroom tidy, smelling fresh, and tastefully decorated.  It should be a haven of rest for him.  If you can, set up two comfortable chairs so the two of you can sit and talk in privacy whenever you want.
  • Give him backrubs!  Oh, this is a daily thing at our house for both of us.  Not only does it relieve stress, but it gives us a chance to touch one another lovingly and show our affection in practical ways.   After all these years of marriage, we know exactly where to press by feeling around for the tense muscle ripples.  Or you can wash and massage his feet after a long day on them.
  • Ask if you can plan Valentine’s Day this year, and let him plan your anniversary.
  • Buy a special treat for him at the grocery store, and make sure your kids don’t break into it!  Keep a secret stash of his favorite candies, and bring one out once in a while! (Thad hands me a chocolate truffle every now and then when I’ve done a great job at something or when I look like I need a little lift.  I don’t know where he hides them!)
  • Take time to write him a letter specifically telling him what you love and respect about him.  You could cut out lots of hearts and pink and red construction paper.  Write a reason you love him on each one and tape them all over the house.  (The kids can do this too!)
  • Always have your “romantic feelers” out and pay attention to special events happening in the community, such as free concerts, art festivals, etc.
  • Hide a small cooler in his car with his favorite drink and snack to enjoy on his ride home.  (Just remember to tell him it is there sometime during the day!)
  • Burn a CD with some of his favorite songs, or ones that are special to you as a couple.  Put it in his car’s CD player.  Or buy him a little MP3 player and load it with his favorite music so he can take it wherever he goes.  We did this for my husband for Father’s Day, and since he doesn’t have a CD player in his car, I bought a speaker for it.
  • Pray for ideas – God will answer you!
            A marriage relationship is for a lifetime, long beyond this short period of active motherhood. If you don't invest intensely in this intimate relationship, you may not have much in common when your children leave home.   The couples who are still gazing lovingly into each others’ eyes at age 93 are the ones who either kept the fires brightly burning or who lit them up again after they fizzled out.  If you think it’s too late because the apathy has already set in and the spark has already gone out, DON’T GIVE UP!   You can start all over again, with the same guy.  Rekindle, renew, repent, refresh, and rely fully on God.  There is hope.

Safeguard #3: Respect Each Other!

“Let each one of you love his wife as himself, and let the wife see that she respects her husband.”  Ephesians 5:33 (ESV)
                                                                 
            “R-E-S-P-E-C-T.”   We all know how to spell it, but defining it is another thing altogether.  What does it mean?  Is it something that someone has to earn, or something that we grant another person based on their position in life?   Well, both.  But really, the best kind of respect is what is freely given out of our own hearts, not necessarily because someone is divine enough to deserve it or dominant enough to demand it.   The sad truth is, respect between husbands and wives is sorely lacking in even Christian home school households.  I think a lot of it has to do with pride.  I know this has been the case in my heart.  It is easy for me to develop a superior attitude toward my husband, thinking I know much more than he does because I read more about parenting, or because I spend more time with the kids, or because I have a more intuitive personality, or even because I know how to use the computer better than he does, or because I have written books, as if any of that proves anything.  At the same time, even when I am not dishing out the respect that my husband needs, I can hypocritically resent it when I don’t feel waves of admiration and appreciation flowing in my direction from him.  So, I guess I have to admit that I’m selfish, too!
            Yes, wives should be respected!  We deserve credit for all of our smart ideas and hard work.  We don’t want “this guy” coming home and asking what we did all day!  A home school mom can feel that her creative talents and nurturing care are unappreciated since they are hidden away amidst the drudgery of paperwork, laundry, dishes, and PBJ sandwiches.  We can whip out all of the lists on what a housewife would be worth monetarily if you had to hire someone to do all of that domestic stuff.  So I’m not letting the husbands off the hook here.  But, on the other side, how many of us wives are really making a concerted effort to pour on the respect for our husbands and their masculine leadership?  When did he become “this guy” and cease to be the hunk we were gushing over on our wedding day?   Your husband wants to be more than just a breadwinner, and God’s blessing flows through a home where he is honored by all.   You want to be more than just a housewife, and what bliss in the family when your husband and children rise up and call you blessed!
            So why is it so hard to respect each other?  Part of it is burnout.  Look, I know you’re tired.  I really do!  I have 10 kids – need I say more?   Like me, you’re at very close quarters with active, curious children all day.  To make it worse, your hubby probably faces the unrelenting drain of office politics, meetings, and phone calls.  After trying to be patient with other people all day, it is easy to get irritable in the evening.  It’s easy to tune each other out.   Moms, please don't get so “peopled out” that your husband, your precious partner, feels unwelcome and disrespected in his own home.  If you need a little buffer time in order to be civil, arrange to lie down alone in a dark room and relax for a few minutes before Dad comes home.  Try to make his home coming pleasant with a fresh appearance, a warm greeting, and a tidy house.  Give him a chance to take his shoes off and peek at the mail before he gets bombarded with the burdens of the day.  Get the children to tidy up and practice their best behavior, too.  We can learn to treat each other royally.
            Some wives struggle with disrespect because they do not understand the inherent differences between masculinity and femininity.  Men are different!  We should not expect them to be always soft, sensitive, tender, creative, and intuitive.  I can get irritated with my husband for being so logical and meticulous in his thinking or for “coming on strong” when he thinks something needs to change in our home, but in all honesty, I need to appreciate how he balances me out.  This is part of God’s design for our family.   We would be in huge trouble if he was just like me or if I was just like him.
            Another thing that can hinder respect is that many of us did not have strong role models in this area while we were growing up.   If you didn’t have Christian parents, or even if you did, this might be a generational sin issue that’s tripping you up.  You’re just relating the way that you saw your folks relate, because healthy or not, that’s all you know!  If this is true, acknowledge it, and then move on.  You can do better than this.  Don’t use it as an excuse any more.  It’s got to stop sometime, so why not now, in your generation, before your kids starting using it as an excuse in their own marriages?
            OK, so what do you do if this respect thing just isn’t happening in your marriage?    I’m not saying you should start gushing praise for your husband if the well has been running dry for quite some time.  He’d probably get suspicious and wonder what kind of “nutritional supplements” you’ve been popping all day.   You can start small.   The first step is to at least get yourself up to the zero line, if you’ve dipped below.  In other words, zap the disrespect!  All of it!  Cut the criticism, nix the nagging, and wipe out the whining.  Or, as Francis de Sales said in the 17th century, “Have contempt for contempt.”  Expanding on this, Gary Thomas writes in Sacred Marriage, “Contempt is born when we fixate on our spouse’s weaknesses.  Every spouse has these sore points.  If you want to find them, without a doubt you will.  If you want to obsess about them, they’ll grow, but you won’t!”  
             You will also need to stop undermining him in front of the children.  “Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow?”  I’ll tell you, that wretched garden grows weeds of disrespect, because whatever we do, our children will imitate.  And if they disrespect him because of your disrespect, then they will invariably end up disrespecting you, too.  
            The way you speak to your friends about your husband also reveals your own character as a wife.  If you are grumbling and complaining to whomever will listen, it is likely that at least some of these folks will commiserate with you and agree with how bad you’ve got it.   They might add in their own poisonous comments about “MEN!” that will not help your attitude or her attitude at all.  Long after you have either forgotten the offense or learned to interpret it rightly, your friend might still remember your disparaging comments.  This would not build the reputation of your husband among those who know him, and it might come back to bite you later.  I find that I must train my tongue to be charitable when I am frustrated with something in my marriage.  This doesn’t mean that I pretend everything is perfect when it isn’t, but that I want to be discrete and respectful to my husband, which in turn honors the Lord who gave him to me as my life partner. 
            As you start clearing away the clutter of disrespect that has trapped you in the negative realm, then you will be more motivated to move things on up to the positive side.  Start simple with noticing and appreciating your husband for the way he already is – and tell him so!  Pay attention!  Nobody wants to be ignored.   Even the little things really matter.  He takes out the trash.  He pays the bills.  He locks the doors at night.  He prays with the kids at bedtime.  Whatever!  Don’t take it for granted!
            When you are ready to bump things up a notch from there, you will want to start soliciting his advice and assistance more regularly.  Many moms consider the home school as their own private domain of expertise.  Without intending to, they can easily shut Dad out of his leadership in this important area of family life.  Moms sometimes jokingly refer to their husbands as the “principal” of the home school, but few actually treat him as that.  Dad often has perspective to guide you through a sticky problem if you are willing to listen.  Even if he doesn't seem as “spiritual” as you, don't ignore his counsel (see 1 Peter 3).  He is responsible as leader of the family, so let him lead.  There are some really practical ways that you can cultivate respect for your husband in a home school setting.  You can ask him for observations as you are trying to discern each child’s preferred learning style.  You can involve him in curriculum choice, and not brush him off if he objects to what you are already planning.  Listen to him!   If you are going to rearrange a room or the whole house to accommodate home schooling, seek his logistical input and his physical brawn.  If he wants to tackle teaching math or science or history, let him!  If he can take off time to chaperone field trips, glory be!  Dad needs a sense of ownership in the home school.  Now don't go and nag him if he doesn't want to do anything, but he should feel welcome to participate when he is able.
            And finally, at the pinnacle of respect, learn to respond to your husband with your whole heart, beyond what he says or does.   Start seeing him as the gift from God that he is, and treat him that way! 

(You can find the rest of this chapter at www.VirginiaKnowles.com/CherishingYourMarriage)


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