A call for prayer: We've discovered that my husband has an inguinal hernia. Surgery can be done on a outpatient basis with a one to three week recovery time, but without insurance he'll most likely have to wait until it becomes a medical emergency (strangulated hernia--risk of gangrene in the area and sepsis). Thank you!
Friday, June 29, 2012
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Thankful Thursday in Photos
James 1:17
Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change.
Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change.
Psalm 118:24
This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.
1 Thessalonians 5:18
Give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.
Dear Lord, thank you for these graces...
~ A neighborhood to ride bikes in, while some live in slums with streams of trash and sewage running by their front doors.
~ Funds to keep each child in a bicycle helmet. And thank God they're a mainstay at garage sales!
~ A nice Indian pediatrician who has served our family cheerfully for 5.5 years. He allowed us to take a picture for our Divya, a Compassion child we write to who lives near Bangalore, India. The doctor's wife is from Bangalore.
~ Peter taking practice photos of flowers for the library photo contest. He's allowed three entries, any subject. Our camera, inexpensive, will not hold up to others in the contest...so I'm praying. The key to a beautiful photo is a nature close-up taken in late afternoon sun, I suspect. Last year he took a magnificent dragonfly photo that a nature park featured in a photo class.
~ Fun crafts at the rheumatology zoo event. All the children received Go Wild For Rheumatology t-shirts.
~ Having a little one small enough for my arms.
~ Eager children harvesting radishes in our garden--maybe a little too soon. Peter made leaf compost and spread it in the garden this year. Very few weeds--something to say Amen to. I'm proud of his industriousness! Perhaps he'll make enough mulch next year to cover our flower beds?
~ For two smiling daughters I thought I would never have!
~ A yard perfect for lunch picnics, while some have no space to play. We're ministering to a neighborhood girl (to the left of Beth in this picture) who had to move into her grandmother's house after her mother's boyfriend went to jail. The mother is now back with this man, who's abusive and volatile, though the mother, young girl and her brother still reside with the grandparents down our street.
The ten-year-old girl has oppositional defiant disorder along with severe ADHD. There's evidence she's cutting herself. While extremely pushy and stressful to be around, she has a sweet side and the kids tolerate her well and show her love. She possesses a love for creepy crawlers, frogs, and all things nature and outdoorsy, like my Peter and Mary. It's amazing how God sets up ministerial situations...down to the minute details! We can relate to and understand her ADHD side and sympathize with her on a level those who haven't tasted the ugliness of these disorders, could never do.
I've explained that in ministering to someone you don't expect anything back, so if she's irritating--for example, she's a compulsive liar and controls everything--pray to hold your tongue and extend grace. There are times I see her coming down the street and I want to roll my eyes, but then I remember...I was lost and now I'm found...and Jesus wants the same for her. We invited her to Vacation Bible School in July, at which I'm helping with crafts and baking. Her mother tentatively said yes..she can come! Praying for truth to penetrate the whole family...and with that truth...peace. Please pray with us for our friend and her family?
~ A dinnertime picnic at a local nature park.
~ Little Miss Beth fashioning a fishing pole from a stick and coming after Momma repeatedly with a glob of green slime, aka algae. It was so wonderful to see her running again--flare free at last!
~ A son whose heart beats with the sights and sounds of nature. He worships outside, as his father does.
~ The world may be upside down, but it is well with my soul. Thanks be to God.
~ Just Another Morning, a delightful children's book by Linda Ashman about a little boy whose imagination takes the reader on a rhyming zoo trip, via his bedroom and stuffed animals. "Read it again!" said my three year old.
~ Funds to keep each child in a bicycle helmet. And thank God they're a mainstay at garage sales!
~ A nice Indian pediatrician who has served our family cheerfully for 5.5 years. He allowed us to take a picture for our Divya, a Compassion child we write to who lives near Bangalore, India. The doctor's wife is from Bangalore.
~ Peter taking practice photos of flowers for the library photo contest. He's allowed three entries, any subject. Our camera, inexpensive, will not hold up to others in the contest...so I'm praying. The key to a beautiful photo is a nature close-up taken in late afternoon sun, I suspect. Last year he took a magnificent dragonfly photo that a nature park featured in a photo class.
~ Fun crafts at the rheumatology zoo event. All the children received Go Wild For Rheumatology t-shirts.
~ Having a little one small enough for my arms.
~ Eager children harvesting radishes in our garden--maybe a little too soon. Peter made leaf compost and spread it in the garden this year. Very few weeds--something to say Amen to. I'm proud of his industriousness! Perhaps he'll make enough mulch next year to cover our flower beds?
~ A yard perfect for lunch picnics, while some have no space to play. We're ministering to a neighborhood girl (to the left of Beth in this picture) who had to move into her grandmother's house after her mother's boyfriend went to jail. The mother is now back with this man, who's abusive and volatile, though the mother, young girl and her brother still reside with the grandparents down our street.
The ten-year-old girl has oppositional defiant disorder along with severe ADHD. There's evidence she's cutting herself. While extremely pushy and stressful to be around, she has a sweet side and the kids tolerate her well and show her love. She possesses a love for creepy crawlers, frogs, and all things nature and outdoorsy, like my Peter and Mary. It's amazing how God sets up ministerial situations...down to the minute details! We can relate to and understand her ADHD side and sympathize with her on a level those who haven't tasted the ugliness of these disorders, could never do.
I've explained that in ministering to someone you don't expect anything back, so if she's irritating--for example, she's a compulsive liar and controls everything--pray to hold your tongue and extend grace. There are times I see her coming down the street and I want to roll my eyes, but then I remember...I was lost and now I'm found...and Jesus wants the same for her. We invited her to Vacation Bible School in July, at which I'm helping with crafts and baking. Her mother tentatively said yes..she can come! Praying for truth to penetrate the whole family...and with that truth...peace. Please pray with us for our friend and her family?
~ A dinnertime picnic at a local nature park.
~ Little Miss Beth fashioning a fishing pole from a stick and coming after Momma repeatedly with a glob of green slime, aka algae. It was so wonderful to see her running again--flare free at last!
~ A son whose heart beats with the sights and sounds of nature. He worships outside, as his father does.
~ The world may be upside down, but it is well with my soul. Thanks be to God.
Hannah's Way, a heartwarming tale by Linda Glaser about a young Jewish girl who, lonely in a new town, can't go to her new class picnic because it's a two-mile drive away on a Saturday. Driving in a car on a Saturday is something her orthodox Jewish faith prohibits, because of the Sabbath rest. The solution that she and her classmates comes up with is truly beautiful in its portrayal of love and friendship. I didn't just get teary-eyed at the last page--I bawled!
What are you thankful for today?
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
No Other Gospel
Sometimes one or more of my children seem so needy, or I'm so battle-weary, I can read the Word but not study it. Other times two weeks might go by in which I read and study. Whatever stage you're at, never feel like it's all or nothing. Never give up.
Sometimes I read the Bible aloud with my children because it's the only time I'll have with the Word that day--not just because they need it. Do what you need to do to get those living words in, not as a condition of your salvation, but as a means to the abundant life here on earth. God designed our souls to crave Him. We need Him more than we know and nothing else satisfies. That is why we read and pray..because man cannot live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.
Matthew 4:4
Jesus answered, "It is written: 'Man does not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.'"
Deuteronomy 8:3
He humbled you, causing you to hunger and then feeding you with manna, which neither you nor your fathers had known, to teach you that man does not live on bread alone but on every word that comes from the mouth of the LORD.
John 15:26
"When the Counselor comes, whom I will send to you from the Father, the Spirit of truth who goes out from the Father, he will testify about me.
Now on to our study for today...
Today God has a message for us about the simplicity of Christianity. Beware of those who make it complicated and burdensome, as the Judaizers did in Paul the Apostle's day, forty-nine years after Christ died. And secondly, beware of pleasing man instead of God.
Our Text Today: Galatians 1:1-10
1 Paul, an apostle —sent not from men nor by a man, but by Jesus Christ and God the Father, who raised him from the dead — 2 and all the brothers and sisters[a] with me,
To the churches in Galatia:
3 Grace and peace to you from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ, 4 who gave himself for our sins to rescue us from the present evil age, according to the will of our God and Father, 5 to whom be glory for ever and ever. Amen.
No Other Gospel
6 I am astonished that you are so quickly deserting the one who called you to live in the grace of Christ and are turning to a different gospel — 7 which is really no gospel at all. Evidently some people are throwing you into confusion and are trying to pervert the gospel of Christ. 8 But even if we or an angel from heaven should preach a gospel other than the one we preached to you, let them be under God’s curse! 9 As we have already said, so now I say again: If anybody is preaching to you a gospel other than what you accepted, let them be under God’s curse!
Paul's words here? Very strong compared to his other letters. Paul and Barnabas had just completed their first missionary journey, in present-day Turkey. Soon they received word of poisonous preaching by Paul's Jewish-Christian opposers, called Judaizers. We know that Christ called Paul to preach to the Gentiles, who naturally knew nothing of Jewish laws and customs. Christ came to save all, through faith in his blood, not by works, so no man can boast. What Christ did was not simple by any means, but the message for us? Beautiful in its simplicity. Just believe that when Christ said, "It is finished", he meant it. We mustn't add anything to that statement...mustn't burden believers, or potential believers, with rules or customs.
The Judaizers undermined Paul's authority by telling the Gentiles they must be circumcised and follow other Jewish laws, in order to be saved. In other words, they had to become a Jew first, then a Christian.
The new Gentile Christians? How did this make them feel? Extremely burdened I would imagine, and equally confused. How angry this makes God, as evidenced by Paul's strong words here. "If anybody is preaching to you a gospel other than what you accepted, let them be under God’s curse!"
I know of one Christian woman who quit wearing her wedding ring because the Bible says women shouldn't be adorned with expensive jewelry. Some Christian women cover their heads and secretly think every Christian women should. Some wear only long dresses and secretly think every Christian woman should.
While covering your head is fine--the Bible never said to stop doing it and some argue it is more than a cultural thing--it isn't fine to see this as a good deed or as something a more spiritual woman does. All these things--dropping a wedding ring, wearing prairie dresses, covering the head--smack of the Judaizers. Is faith in Christ's blood not enough? Is it our own lack of humility that makes us want to add things to the Gospel? We want to feel as though we have something to do with our salvation?
The zealot Jews who insisted Gentiles get circumcised? What was their real issue? Did they want to stand out in the crowd of Believers--feel extra special and extra spiritual, like a mini-God? They weren't willing to get down low, and be under God?
We are utterly dependent on God. Worthless without Him, even. We are called to believe, and then to develop and maintain relationship with Him. Christianity is very much about relationship. God wants relationship with us...so much so that he willed his Son to suffer just so He can get back into relationship with us (like He originally had with Adam and Eve).
That's God's heart...relationship with us. While there are certainly behaviors, such as caring for widows and the poor, that please God, these behaviors have their root in relationship with God. God infiltrates our heart, making it beat like His. The longer we are in sustained relationship with Him, the more our lives will resemble His will.
10 Am I now trying to win the approval of human beings, or of God? Or am I trying to please people? If I were still trying to please people, I would not be a servant of Christ.
It's very hard to cling to Christ and do what's right...especially when it isolates you. If all your peers have the latest gadgets, the bigger houses, the most fashionable clothes, where does that leave you, who wants to honor God with first fruits and with charitable giving?
Or if your friends go to worldly movies and invite you along, or take worldly media into their homes and invite you over, where does that leave you, who wants to dwell on the pure and lovely?
Philippians 4:8 NLT
And now, dear brothers and sisters, one final thing. Fix your thoughts on what is true, and honorable, and right, and pure, and lovely, and admirable. Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise.
It leaves you isolated. Cling to God and know that as your peers grow relationship with Him, they too, will want to give rather than store up treasure, and want to dwell on the pure and lovely. Let God take them where they're at. And love them where they're at, as He does.
Just don't follow them. Excuse yourself before the movie comes on, for example. If pressed, explain why, and say that your position is one that comes from the Holy Spirit, who works on different areas at different times, in each person.
The Jews who knew the Judaizers were wrong? They had to stand firm in the True Gospel. They had to reject the false one, even when it isolated them from their Jewish peers and created tension.
The key is to live as Christ but not burden others with all the "shoulds". Be an example, but a humble one--not a haughty, self-righteous one. Let Christ in you speak.
And if you're clinging to something burdensome in your own life, be sure it's from the Holy Spirit and not from a desire to stand out as more "spiritual" than others. Is it a "circumcision" issue? Or a God-honoring issue?
Prayer Time: Dear Heavenly Father, thank you for creating us for relationship with You. Thank you for filling us with living water, for satisfying our souls. May we never complicate it, God. Not for ourselves, nor for others. May be humble ourselves before you daily, knowing we are nothing without you. May we love others where they're at, and let Christ in us speak. Guide our every action and thought through Your Holy Spirit, whom you sent to give us the Spirit of truth. Let us be receptive to the Spirit and maintain relationship with You, despite the difficulties of caring for young children. Strengthen us always, give us an overpowering thirst for your Word and for prayer. Forgive us for our sins, Father.
In your Son's name I pray, Amen.
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Now on to our study for today...
Today God has a message for us about the simplicity of Christianity. Beware of those who make it complicated and burdensome, as the Judaizers did in Paul the Apostle's day, forty-nine years after Christ died. And secondly, beware of pleasing man instead of God.
Our Text Today: Galatians 1:1-10
1 Paul, an apostle —sent not from men nor by a man, but by Jesus Christ and God the Father, who raised him from the dead — 2 and all the brothers and sisters[a] with me,
To the churches in Galatia:
3 Grace and peace to you from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ, 4 who gave himself for our sins to rescue us from the present evil age, according to the will of our God and Father, 5 to whom be glory for ever and ever. Amen.
No Other Gospel
6 I am astonished that you are so quickly deserting the one who called you to live in the grace of Christ and are turning to a different gospel — 7 which is really no gospel at all. Evidently some people are throwing you into confusion and are trying to pervert the gospel of Christ. 8 But even if we or an angel from heaven should preach a gospel other than the one we preached to you, let them be under God’s curse! 9 As we have already said, so now I say again: If anybody is preaching to you a gospel other than what you accepted, let them be under God’s curse!
Paul's words here? Very strong compared to his other letters. Paul and Barnabas had just completed their first missionary journey, in present-day Turkey. Soon they received word of poisonous preaching by Paul's Jewish-Christian opposers, called Judaizers. We know that Christ called Paul to preach to the Gentiles, who naturally knew nothing of Jewish laws and customs. Christ came to save all, through faith in his blood, not by works, so no man can boast. What Christ did was not simple by any means, but the message for us? Beautiful in its simplicity. Just believe that when Christ said, "It is finished", he meant it. We mustn't add anything to that statement...mustn't burden believers, or potential believers, with rules or customs.
The Judaizers undermined Paul's authority by telling the Gentiles they must be circumcised and follow other Jewish laws, in order to be saved. In other words, they had to become a Jew first, then a Christian.
The new Gentile Christians? How did this make them feel? Extremely burdened I would imagine, and equally confused. How angry this makes God, as evidenced by Paul's strong words here. "If anybody is preaching to you a gospel other than what you accepted, let them be under God’s curse!"
I know of one Christian woman who quit wearing her wedding ring because the Bible says women shouldn't be adorned with expensive jewelry. Some Christian women cover their heads and secretly think every Christian women should. Some wear only long dresses and secretly think every Christian woman should.
While covering your head is fine--the Bible never said to stop doing it and some argue it is more than a cultural thing--it isn't fine to see this as a good deed or as something a more spiritual woman does. All these things--dropping a wedding ring, wearing prairie dresses, covering the head--smack of the Judaizers. Is faith in Christ's blood not enough? Is it our own lack of humility that makes us want to add things to the Gospel? We want to feel as though we have something to do with our salvation?
The zealot Jews who insisted Gentiles get circumcised? What was their real issue? Did they want to stand out in the crowd of Believers--feel extra special and extra spiritual, like a mini-God? They weren't willing to get down low, and be under God?
We are utterly dependent on God. Worthless without Him, even. We are called to believe, and then to develop and maintain relationship with Him. Christianity is very much about relationship. God wants relationship with us...so much so that he willed his Son to suffer just so He can get back into relationship with us (like He originally had with Adam and Eve).
That's God's heart...relationship with us. While there are certainly behaviors, such as caring for widows and the poor, that please God, these behaviors have their root in relationship with God. God infiltrates our heart, making it beat like His. The longer we are in sustained relationship with Him, the more our lives will resemble His will.
10 Am I now trying to win the approval of human beings, or of God? Or am I trying to please people? If I were still trying to please people, I would not be a servant of Christ.
It's very hard to cling to Christ and do what's right...especially when it isolates you. If all your peers have the latest gadgets, the bigger houses, the most fashionable clothes, where does that leave you, who wants to honor God with first fruits and with charitable giving?
Or if your friends go to worldly movies and invite you along, or take worldly media into their homes and invite you over, where does that leave you, who wants to dwell on the pure and lovely?
Philippians 4:8 NLT
And now, dear brothers and sisters, one final thing. Fix your thoughts on what is true, and honorable, and right, and pure, and lovely, and admirable. Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise.
It leaves you isolated. Cling to God and know that as your peers grow relationship with Him, they too, will want to give rather than store up treasure, and want to dwell on the pure and lovely. Let God take them where they're at. And love them where they're at, as He does.
Just don't follow them. Excuse yourself before the movie comes on, for example. If pressed, explain why, and say that your position is one that comes from the Holy Spirit, who works on different areas at different times, in each person.
The Jews who knew the Judaizers were wrong? They had to stand firm in the True Gospel. They had to reject the false one, even when it isolated them from their Jewish peers and created tension.
The key is to live as Christ but not burden others with all the "shoulds". Be an example, but a humble one--not a haughty, self-righteous one. Let Christ in you speak.
And if you're clinging to something burdensome in your own life, be sure it's from the Holy Spirit and not from a desire to stand out as more "spiritual" than others. Is it a "circumcision" issue? Or a God-honoring issue?
Prayer Time: Dear Heavenly Father, thank you for creating us for relationship with You. Thank you for filling us with living water, for satisfying our souls. May we never complicate it, God. Not for ourselves, nor for others. May be humble ourselves before you daily, knowing we are nothing without you. May we love others where they're at, and let Christ in us speak. Guide our every action and thought through Your Holy Spirit, whom you sent to give us the Spirit of truth. Let us be receptive to the Spirit and maintain relationship with You, despite the difficulties of caring for young children. Strengthen us always, give us an overpowering thirst for your Word and for prayer. Forgive us for our sins, Father.
In your Son's name I pray, Amen.
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Monday, June 25, 2012
Mutitude Monday: Thanks-living and Overflowing Cups
The month of April brought a new gait. Stiff as a stick, three-year-old Beth's left leg hobbled along, never bending until the afternoon. Part of her winter and spring arthritis flare in the diseased knees, I supposed.
Praise God, her functioning improved throughout May and June, allowing me to forget the new gait.
Until Friday, that is. Cuddling on the couch with her, I kissed her feet and told her "this little piggy" stories. She giggled and I froze.
Her diagnosis is Juvenile Idiopathic Arthritis (JIA), more commonly referred to as Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis (JRA). Her subclass diagnosis is oligoarticular JIA, indicating disease in four or fewer joints--by far the most common subclass, associated with the best outcomes. This subclass is given to patients who present with four or fewer joints in the first six months of disease. Patients who go on to add more joints, surpassing four, are put into another subclass called "extended oligoarticular JIA", a class which essentially behaves the same as polyarticular JIA, associated with poorer outcomes.
As I kissed those feet, I noticed something. A swollen left ankle, the joint warm to the touch--barely detectable due to her tiny bones. Was it merely a swollen mosquito bite, I wondered with hope?
But no, I could find no entry point for a bite.
It's the JIA, an auto-immune disease in which the body attacks its own joint cells. Her ankle joint succumbed and I hadn't even noticed. Her new gait back in April? The result of ankle pain, not knee pain.
It hit me. We're prisoners of this disease. Prisoners of a vague prognosis...only time reveals the truth. Over 50% of oligoarticular patients grow out of the joint problems before puberty or in the mid-teen years. But 40% continue to have problems in adulthood, including joint damage, pain, and prolonged use of dangerous drugs. The eye inflammation is often more persistent than the joint problems, persisting into adulthood after the joints return to normal, making it harder to completely avoid profound vision loss, along with cataracts and glaucoma from too much steroid eye-drop use.
My pediatrician recently told me of one of his other patients, also diagnosed with Beth's condition. A five-year-old patient who needed the steroid eye drops for six straight months. She already has cataracts. Beth's needed the drops twice--once for a month in both eyes, and once for two weeks in one eye.
Will she ever need them for six straight months? Can I gather enough Believers in prayer? Will more voices and hearts change things for Beth?
She's up to three joints. Will she get past four? I'd stopped looking for new swelling at the sixth month mark (Feb.), so convinced was I that her two knees would be the end.
My ankle discovery sent me into a tailspin of worry and fright, though I'm thankful she's experiencing these two good months, with lower swelling overall and improved function.
Will she be one of the chosen ones? Hitting remission and experiencing a miraculous end to eye inflammation early in life? Would God spare her?
How do we live as prisoners to a disease, never knowing what the next day, the next year, brings?
After I notice it that day, the hours? They're heavy. I grieve through the laundry, dishes, and face wipings. Though I try to put it at His feet, the what-ifs control me for a time. Will she have trouble conceiving someday after all these medicines...especially the immuno-suppressants? Will she ever walk right? Will she be left with a deformity? Will she raise her children whilst living in daily pain?
And then I realize it. We are all one in this blindness, for no one knows their tomorrows and would we even want to know?
When tomorrow isn't yours how do you live the minutes and hours in today?
Should we take them as a gift...as if they're our last? If our eyes don't see another dawn...if tomorrow won't be pain-free...then today? It's that much more precious. With a gift before us what do we do? We give thanks. We live thanks. Thanks-living is hunting for beauty in today, as though we're looking for our lost spectacles in the clutter. So we can see. Naming the beautiful hidden in the mundane and knowing from Whom it came, we lift up our hands in worship.
Thanks-living is really God worship...for we don't only worship with our songs, our Bibles, our prayers. Gratitude is worship too. The more we give thanks? The more He fills our cups to overflowing.
So we live not as captives to a disease. Not as captives of Adam's and Eve's legacy. We live as receivers of grace. Giving thanks? It's receiving Him.
None is more impoverished than the one who has no gratitude.
Gratitude is a currency that we can mint for ourselves,
and spend without fear of bankruptcy.
- Fred De Witt Van Amburgh
Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life.
It turns what we have into enough, and more.
It turns denial into acceptance,
chaos to order, confusion to clarity.
It can turn a meal into a feast,
a house into a home, a stranger into a friend.
Gratitude makes sense of our past,
brings peace for today,
and creates a vision for tomorrow.
- Melody Beattie
- Ann Voskamp
Dear Lord, thank you for these graces...
~ A day at the zoo courtesy of Children's Hospital and the rheumatology department.
~ Hearing a nutritionist speak about inflammation.
~ Eating strawberry shortcake as a family while giggling over Chitty Chitty Bang Bang the movie. Vastly different than the book but still delightful...a steal at the thrift store for only $1.
~ My daughters and I oohing over the beautiful hats worn by the female lead.
~ Daddy and Paul playing Chinese Checkers and Paul blossoming with the individual attention.
~ Peter doing much better on his lower dose of medicine.
~ Cuddles in the big bed...all six of us.
~ A husband who enjoys my legs though six pregnancies left them varicosed and ugly. What a gift that he sees through the damage of genes, not holding it against me.
~ Learning that chronic leukemia only rarely affects children and that acute childhood leukemia (ALL is the most common--Acute lymphoblastic leukemia) is fast growing, so Beth would be getting weaker fast, not growing stronger by the day. I still don't have test results but I have more hope. And ALL survival rates are 95% to 98%. Given the high white blood cell count, her doctor has considered this diagnosis in addition to her JIA, but considers it unlikely given the normal platelet count and the absence of anemia. I had opportunity to speak with her about it in greater length at the zoo. I wish I could say my mind has stopped wondering, but it's hard, especially after learning that oral prednisone would raise white blood cell counts for only about 10 days...not two months. I'm trying hard to keep my hands open to what God has, and to live what I've written here.
~ Peter saying about The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe: "I can't believe how exciting it is, Mommy! It's the best book I've ever read." He's done with book 2 and moving on to book 3. I should have handed it to him much sooner but I figured the witch would be a problem with his OCD (the religious distortion component--he battles an OCD voice telling him he will forsake God and go to the dark side, be it evolution theory, witchcraft, etc. ). He tells me because it was written by a Christian author (C.S. Lewis), he's okay with the witch. Anyhow, his excitement is a gift.
~ Paul reading and loving the Dr. Dolittle books I read to them a year a half ago.
This one is not all....
2) Doctor Dolittle's Post Office -- (1923)
3) Doctor Dolittle's Circus -- (1924)
4) Doctor Dolittle's Caravan -- (1926)
5) The Voyages of Doctor Dolittle (1922)
6) Doctor Dolittle's Zoo -- (1925)
7) Doctor Dolittle's Garden -- (1927)
8) Doctor Dolittle in the Moon -- (1928)
9) Doctor Dolittle's Return -- (1933)
10) Doctor Dolittle and the Secret Lake -- (1948)
~ All four children excited about the summer reading program at the library. Every three hours of reading they get to visit the treasure box. The trinkets there? Junk to me but treasure indeed to them.
~ Peter excited about the tween photo contest at the library. He's looking to capture beauty and I love it.
~ Watercolor fish paintings and Paul's love for art. He encourages the others.
~ Bunnies and baby squirrels in the backyard.
What are you thankful for today?
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Linking with Ann and other grateful ladies today.
Friday, June 22, 2012
Thankful Thursday
The unthankful heart... discovers no mercies; but let the thankful heart sweep through the day and, as the magnet finds the iron, so it will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings! --Henry Ward Beecher
It's time to count blessings. Yes, indeedy. The repetitive nature of dishes and crumbs and reminding the kids to close the front door all. the. way... rattles the spirit like a pesky fly. Counting the beautiful swats the fly away, squashing the ungrateful, monotony-driven inner tirade.
I don't mean to compare my darling children to flies. I would never.
My children bless my socks off. Honestly. But their crumbs? Not so much.
Dear Lord, I thank you for these graces....
~ Tikki Tikki Tembo, retold by Arlene Mosel...because my girls get so excited when they successfully recite this long Chinese name. It's so catchy.
![Tikki Tikki Tembo [Book]](http://books.google.com/books?id=NTPipUWjSbQC&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=1&l=220)
~ Cornfield Hide-And-Seek, by Christine Widman...because we're having a heatwave and my kids can totally imagine hiding in a shady, cool cornfield. We're sun dazzled too. They can't get enough of this sweet story.
~ Wallace's Lists, by Barbara Bottner and Gerald Kruglik. This story of young Wallace, who writes endless lists about anything and everything and fears many things, especially change, is incredibly heartwarming, especially as he starts a friendship with the adventurous boy next door. "Read it again!", they keep telling me. I cried at the end the first time and it isn't even sad. "You're not crying, are you, Mommy?"
~ The tween summer program at the library.. Tonight they threw paint-filled balloons onto a Styrofoam canvas. And the result? Striking art work. Every Thursday night is a different project or theme...not always art. The boys can't wait for next week.
~ Caring for young children in the evenings? Exhausting. The dinner and devotions, the vitamins, the dessert, the baths, the pajamas, the teeth. All of it with the time pressure to get them into bed at a decent hour while still enjoying stories, lends itself to aggravation. (Except the stories and prayer part.) My husband could easily let me do it all. He's gone twelve hours a day and many a man would just sit in a chair and expect to be served after such a long day. But not my husband. He tackles it all with me because we're in this together and he would never consider it my job exclusively. He's not always patient or exemplary about delays, but who is night after night? Certainly not me. Tonight I give thanks for a faithful, steadfast, sacrificial dad. A faithful, steadfast, sacrificial husband. I praise you God for this man in our lives. He didn't get his due on Father's Day because of my string of headaches. He makes a low wage and the world tells him he's nothing. But to us he's magnificent. Faithful, steadfast, sacrificial...that says it all.
~ Paul loves baking more and more all the time. A side job as a baker someday, he wonders? He feels so grown up to be doing it all himself, except for opening the oven--I draw the line there for now. His peanut-butter blossoms? Stunningly delicious. I daydreamed today about his someday bakery business. Could he call it Baking For His Glory and hand out baked goods to people in hospitals and nursing homes, along with encouraging Scriptures? A man's burden to provide makes it challenging to advise boys on job prospects. So many wonderful things don't make enough money (ask Shaun Groves). We can hardly send our boys out there to provide without devoting years of prayer. Many a Christian woman will want a high-earning man, but working for Christ doesn't always bring an impressive financial yield. And I want my boys working for Christ, above all. We can do many things for His glory--I suppose even at the stock exchange. But still. We mommies need to pray now for the right Christian girl to come along...one who will honor and uphold our boys' commitment to the things of the Lord. (Paul also wants to be a math and art teacher.)
~ My 3-year-old and 10-year-old wear glasses now. So studious, their new looks. (Our old, slow computers make it painful to download pictures, but I'll get around to it eventually.)
~ Simple things turn summer into giggles...like little water guns and $5 sprinklers and sidewalk chalk and bubbles and wands. Kids live to the fullest, uninhibited. What a privilege to witness it all.
~ Mary and Peter have taken up Japanese Beetle hunting. These pests attack the young cherry tree in the backyard every year and need to be annihilated. Mary and Peter? They're experts at catching any kind of insect. You'd be amazed (they keep a running tally). But Paul? Not so and that makes his competitive spirit come alive, even though insects aren't his thing. He wants his "yield" to be as high as brother's and sister's. Go figure. Not sure why I'm listing this as a blessing but it's an amusing slice of childhood. I need these slice of life moments to make me smile through dishes and laundry.
~ Daddy started The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe with the boys last night. More than a little smitten with this "very exciting" story, they were torn this morning about whether to read it themselves or wait for Daddy to continue at night. I think they're opting for both.
~ Three-year-old Beth slept poorly through her arthritis-flare months. I ended up in her queen bed many a night, soothing. Frequent night pain passed away, followed by her dreams as my nighttime enemy. Several times a night she would cry out for me following vivid dreams. Sometimes a funny one would follow a bad and she would giggle in her sleep. According to other moms this is common for her age. Last night she woke up whimpering and after nursing briefly I thought she was asleep again. But minutes later she asked, eyes wide with fear, "when would we go outside?". A sleepy Momma responded, "After my shower in the morning I'll take you outside." Then she began crying and I realized she had a scary dream about being outside. I told her she didn't have to go outside at all and I pulled her toward me, completely engulfing her in my embrace--something she usually rejects because it's too confining. But her fear made the embrace welcome this time. And I loved it! It was a blessing to melt away her fears with my love and protection...to hear her return to sweet slumber in my embrace. Someday I'll sleep through the night again. But for now these night soothings can be so sweet. Being a nighttime Jesus to a fearful child? Awesome.
~ Without a working lawnmower our yard became an eyesore with the clover taking over. Bees became a big issue and the kids couldn't use the yard. My aunt and uncle heard about it from their son, who helped my husband change out our toilet last weekend. (Can I get an Amen?) Always generous, they gave us $200 to get a good used lawn mower (we've had a used lawn mower go out every year for the past three years...it's nearly comical by now, except for the bees). At the same time one became available through my husband's job, for just $40. So we tried to give the money back to my aunt and uncle but they wouldn't take it. Well, our kids have never had swimming lessons, ever. The cost was always prohibitive. Until my aunt and uncle's gift. I'm teary-eyed writing this. I hated taking this money, especially after their very generous Christmas gift of van- and car-repair money. I rejoice that in spite of my ugly pride, my boys are getting something they truly needed. (The girls are younger and can wait longer.) The Lord is faithful!
All of this generosity became possible after my uncle's father passed away last fall at the age of 93. He was a wonderful Christian man--loving, prudent, faithful, self-controlled. He and his wife--who died three years before him--lived in the same tiny house for over sixty-five years, even though on an engineer's salary they could have afforded bigger and better. They said no to materialism and ego. And because of inheritance my uncle and aunt can afford to be generous with us--because they, too, say no to materialism. When a Christian honors God faithfully, putting Him first and allowing His spirit to penetrate every aspect of life? Endless blessings flow, often for generations, because one man chose to worship God over himself. My boys will hear how their swimming money got into their hands--through one man's godly leadership and holiness. I hope they remember it long...for years after the swimming lessons end.
It's time to count blessings. Yes, indeedy. The repetitive nature of dishes and crumbs and reminding the kids to close the front door all. the. way... rattles the spirit like a pesky fly. Counting the beautiful swats the fly away, squashing the ungrateful, monotony-driven inner tirade.
I don't mean to compare my darling children to flies. I would never.
My children bless my socks off. Honestly. But their crumbs? Not so much.
Dear Lord, I thank you for these graces....
~ Tikki Tikki Tembo, retold by Arlene Mosel...because my girls get so excited when they successfully recite this long Chinese name. It's so catchy.
~ Cornfield Hide-And-Seek, by Christine Widman...because we're having a heatwave and my kids can totally imagine hiding in a shady, cool cornfield. We're sun dazzled too. They can't get enough of this sweet story.
~ Wallace's Lists, by Barbara Bottner and Gerald Kruglik. This story of young Wallace, who writes endless lists about anything and everything and fears many things, especially change, is incredibly heartwarming, especially as he starts a friendship with the adventurous boy next door. "Read it again!", they keep telling me. I cried at the end the first time and it isn't even sad. "You're not crying, are you, Mommy?"
~ The tween summer program at the library.. Tonight they threw paint-filled balloons onto a Styrofoam canvas. And the result? Striking art work. Every Thursday night is a different project or theme...not always art. The boys can't wait for next week.
~ Caring for young children in the evenings? Exhausting. The dinner and devotions, the vitamins, the dessert, the baths, the pajamas, the teeth. All of it with the time pressure to get them into bed at a decent hour while still enjoying stories, lends itself to aggravation. (Except the stories and prayer part.) My husband could easily let me do it all. He's gone twelve hours a day and many a man would just sit in a chair and expect to be served after such a long day. But not my husband. He tackles it all with me because we're in this together and he would never consider it my job exclusively. He's not always patient or exemplary about delays, but who is night after night? Certainly not me. Tonight I give thanks for a faithful, steadfast, sacrificial dad. A faithful, steadfast, sacrificial husband. I praise you God for this man in our lives. He didn't get his due on Father's Day because of my string of headaches. He makes a low wage and the world tells him he's nothing. But to us he's magnificent. Faithful, steadfast, sacrificial...that says it all.
~ Paul loves baking more and more all the time. A side job as a baker someday, he wonders? He feels so grown up to be doing it all himself, except for opening the oven--I draw the line there for now. His peanut-butter blossoms? Stunningly delicious. I daydreamed today about his someday bakery business. Could he call it Baking For His Glory and hand out baked goods to people in hospitals and nursing homes, along with encouraging Scriptures? A man's burden to provide makes it challenging to advise boys on job prospects. So many wonderful things don't make enough money (ask Shaun Groves). We can hardly send our boys out there to provide without devoting years of prayer. Many a Christian woman will want a high-earning man, but working for Christ doesn't always bring an impressive financial yield. And I want my boys working for Christ, above all. We can do many things for His glory--I suppose even at the stock exchange. But still. We mommies need to pray now for the right Christian girl to come along...one who will honor and uphold our boys' commitment to the things of the Lord. (Paul also wants to be a math and art teacher.)
~ My 3-year-old and 10-year-old wear glasses now. So studious, their new looks. (Our old, slow computers make it painful to download pictures, but I'll get around to it eventually.)
~ Simple things turn summer into giggles...like little water guns and $5 sprinklers and sidewalk chalk and bubbles and wands. Kids live to the fullest, uninhibited. What a privilege to witness it all.
~ Mary and Peter have taken up Japanese Beetle hunting. These pests attack the young cherry tree in the backyard every year and need to be annihilated. Mary and Peter? They're experts at catching any kind of insect. You'd be amazed (they keep a running tally). But Paul? Not so and that makes his competitive spirit come alive, even though insects aren't his thing. He wants his "yield" to be as high as brother's and sister's. Go figure. Not sure why I'm listing this as a blessing but it's an amusing slice of childhood. I need these slice of life moments to make me smile through dishes and laundry.
~ Daddy started The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe with the boys last night. More than a little smitten with this "very exciting" story, they were torn this morning about whether to read it themselves or wait for Daddy to continue at night. I think they're opting for both.
~ Three-year-old Beth slept poorly through her arthritis-flare months. I ended up in her queen bed many a night, soothing. Frequent night pain passed away, followed by her dreams as my nighttime enemy. Several times a night she would cry out for me following vivid dreams. Sometimes a funny one would follow a bad and she would giggle in her sleep. According to other moms this is common for her age. Last night she woke up whimpering and after nursing briefly I thought she was asleep again. But minutes later she asked, eyes wide with fear, "when would we go outside?". A sleepy Momma responded, "After my shower in the morning I'll take you outside." Then she began crying and I realized she had a scary dream about being outside. I told her she didn't have to go outside at all and I pulled her toward me, completely engulfing her in my embrace--something she usually rejects because it's too confining. But her fear made the embrace welcome this time. And I loved it! It was a blessing to melt away her fears with my love and protection...to hear her return to sweet slumber in my embrace. Someday I'll sleep through the night again. But for now these night soothings can be so sweet. Being a nighttime Jesus to a fearful child? Awesome.
~ Without a working lawnmower our yard became an eyesore with the clover taking over. Bees became a big issue and the kids couldn't use the yard. My aunt and uncle heard about it from their son, who helped my husband change out our toilet last weekend. (Can I get an Amen?) Always generous, they gave us $200 to get a good used lawn mower (we've had a used lawn mower go out every year for the past three years...it's nearly comical by now, except for the bees). At the same time one became available through my husband's job, for just $40. So we tried to give the money back to my aunt and uncle but they wouldn't take it. Well, our kids have never had swimming lessons, ever. The cost was always prohibitive. Until my aunt and uncle's gift. I'm teary-eyed writing this. I hated taking this money, especially after their very generous Christmas gift of van- and car-repair money. I rejoice that in spite of my ugly pride, my boys are getting something they truly needed. (The girls are younger and can wait longer.) The Lord is faithful!
All of this generosity became possible after my uncle's father passed away last fall at the age of 93. He was a wonderful Christian man--loving, prudent, faithful, self-controlled. He and his wife--who died three years before him--lived in the same tiny house for over sixty-five years, even though on an engineer's salary they could have afforded bigger and better. They said no to materialism and ego. And because of inheritance my uncle and aunt can afford to be generous with us--because they, too, say no to materialism. When a Christian honors God faithfully, putting Him first and allowing His spirit to penetrate every aspect of life? Endless blessings flow, often for generations, because one man chose to worship God over himself. My boys will hear how their swimming money got into their hands--through one man's godly leadership and holiness. I hope they remember it long...for years after the swimming lessons end.
I realize it's no longer Monday or Thursday, but linking with these grateful ladies anyway. Ann's Father's Day post? Amazing and beautiful tribute to her husband. I cried over the unexpected gift from their kids.
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