to be willing

I'm crafting a letter to my husband's classmate regarding the teenage pregnancy situation.  Honestly, I don't think any offer of help from us will be seriously considered.  Sheer obedience keeps me writing and rewriting the piece.  Part of me fears we'll be laughed at, or deemed crazy religious freaks (even though I haven't written anything spiritual, or controversial).

Many American families want to adopt--some of whom are wealthy and desperate to become parents.  They could offer to pay for medical treatment and other expenses, and we'll barely be able to afford diapers and formula.  (Could I take some hormone, and manage to nurse an adopted or foster baby?  I've heard of such things.)

Anyhow, after reading that my husband is working only part-time and attending school, the teenager and her mother are likely to think they could do better themselves.  And they probably could, financially speaking.

 If I'd been leaning on my own understanding, I would have quit after the first paragraph.  But somehow, I can't quit.  The thing must get written, and delivered to this girl-mom, and her mom.

I've thought of various reasons God might have for pushing me to get this done, such as:  The letter might arrive just as they are getting ready to go to an abortion clinic.  They might go back in the house, and rethink that.

Other little scenarios swirl around my head, but I'll spare you the details.

There's little time in my life right now to devote to anyone outside my family.

That statement makes sense, but I know it's true only when I'm the keeper of time.

Who should order our days--keep the time--really?

Not us.  HE who created time, should control every second, hour, minute.  Our greatest challenge as mothers is to make sure we're not ordering our own days.  As much as we like being in charge, it dilutes his impact and his message--for us, and for our children.  We end up less blessed, less peaceful, less effective, less loving.

So, yes, I do have time to get involved, if he wants it.  I do have time to disciple this fourteen-year-old girl, and teach her how to be a mother.  I would love to nurture her child, while she, a girl-mom, grows into adulthood.  An adoption situation would take her parental rights away, possibly leaving her with life-long regret. I want her to experience life-long gratitude for the gift of motherhood.

Mothers would universally agree that all children are blessings--whether conceived too young or too old, whether enjoyed in our midst for five minutes, or for sixty years.  Even conception itself is a blessing, whether our baby makes it to our arms or not.  Teenagers cannot fathom these things.  But those of us who hold these truths in our hearts can teach them, before it's too late.  Before a young momma or a young daddy make decisions--or have decisions made for them--that will bring sorrow forevermore.

I want to see God take a tragic situation, and make it beautiful.  I want him to move mountains.

I want to be an instrument.  How...I don't know.  To tell you the truth, I'm afraid of teenagers.  I was a very careful, dutiful teenager, never getting into trouble.  I'd be out of my league with a mainstream teenager in my midst.

But life is messy, I tell myself, regarding these fears.  To shield ourselves from another's messy pain, is to live a sterile, useless life.

I'm learning, through the challenges of motherhood, to embrace mess.  What comes out of orderliness, really?  It's too sterile.  To untouched.  Too fleeting--like the kitchen floor that never stays clean.

I'm not advocating the cessation of mopping--just that we throw out the notion that we've had a successful day if we've cleaned enough.  Better to think...we've had a successful day if we've paused enough, and invested ourselves in our children...in our unreached acquaintances.

After I became a Christian (age 31), I remember thinking, "I wish someone had invested a little bit of time in me, so that I could have known God earlier."

I recognize this as an ungrateful thought.  God did send people, but not until my late twenties.  Maybe he knows I wouldn't have listened, or received, earlier than that?  I don't know.

I'm grateful he changed me at all!  I've no right to take issue with the Almighty God, about when he decided to wake me up.

But still, I don't want another person--this young girl--to feel that same thing one day.  I want to be willing to invest my time in her heart, in her life, if she'll have me--all without upsetting her mother.

Could I help homeschool her (she attends public school now)?  Teach her to nurse her baby?  Take her in, so she is protected from further harm, while her mother works graveyard?  Or do I just offer to care for the baby--and later adopt the baby, should they desire that?  Could I be a daily or periodic babysitter, easing the stress on the girl-mom and her single mother?  Can our home be a spiritual catalyst, as she visits her baby and finishes school?

So many details.  So many questions.

To be willing.

God wants that from me, right now.  Not answers, or know-how.

Just willingness.

camera drama

 

This represents the very last photo taken by our camera.  I took a picture of these cookie bars, and as I angled the camera just so to see if the photo was in focus, the camera dropped through my fingers, hitting the wood floor with a bang.  A rather disastrous bang, as it turned out.  The camera didn't recover.  

Before I get to the twist in the camera story, I wanted to tell you about the King Arthur White Whole Wheat Flour I've been using in baked goods lately, including in these chocolate chip bars. It's an albino wheat with all the benefits of whole wheat, without the grainy taste.  No one around here detected any difference between this, and regular all-purpose white flour.  Although I liked the grainy taste of whole wheat flour in my baked goods, the kids didn't, and I feel good about serving them this alternative.  

Okay, back to the camera drama.  

About twenty-four hours prior to my mishap, husband talked about using some of the tax credit money to replace the camera (it's a sizable tax credit).  The flash had gone out several months after we received the camera as a baby gift in fall, 2008.  He wanted to get a better camera, and felt that such a purchase was bordering on a need, rather than a want, since the camera wasn't likely to work much longer.

He makes all the final financial decisions, while I only give input.  I rather like it that way, because God can blame husband when we mess up, and not me.  It just works for me.  Makes my life feel lighter, somehow, to not be culpable.  

Of course, I can't go around breaking cameras--especially not over chocolate chip cookie pictures. 

At the mention of a new camera, I reminded him initially that we needed to have as much cushion for the house payment as possible, since there still were so few jobs on the market.  We might really regret a camera purchase, in several months.

And I was serious.  I really thought it was a terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad idea, to get a camera, when we had one that worked--albeit imperfectly.  

It just seems so strange that twenty-four hours later, I accidentally retire the camera. 

 I miss it horribly.  We took far too few pictures of the kids before being gifted the digital, and I've come to think of pictures as gifts--for our children and grandchildren.

The way it happened is just plain weird.  It's the sort of thing that makes me wonder what God is up to. A little too coincidental.  I've never dropped this camera before.

What was God trying to show me...or tell me?  Was I in fear of the future too much?  Not trusting God in regards to making timely house payments?  Or in regards to providing a job, despite a poor economy?

Maybe none of it's related.  I'm probably grasping too far, to process an everyday mishap

Anyway.  Husband is still planning on buying another camera.

And now, I'm happy about it.

And he's happy that I'm happy about it.  Because now, if we lose the house, it will seem like both our faults that we so foolishly spent money on a new camera.

Togetherness.  Out on the curb.  No roof over our heads, but a brand-new digital camera in our suitcase. 

That's wisdom folly to live by, wouldn't you say? 

My recommendation?

Don't try this at home.

a miracle?

Recently, I stated that my husband wouldn't adopt a baby unless God himself put the baby into husband's arms.

Well.

My heart is all a flutter.

Monday, husband came home from school, telling me that his classmate's fifteen-year-old son impregnated his fourteen-year-old girlfriend, while her mother worked the graveyard shift.

Several weeks prior to this, husband told me that classmate confided his son had been staying part of the night at his girlfriend's house.  He grounded him, and forbade a recurrence.  But he works a late shift as well, and is a single dad, due to his wife's cancer death.

The young girl is two months along, so I suppose the baby was already conceived at that point.  Her mother, by the way,  is a single mother.  Perhaps there wasn't any extended family to stay with her daughter at night, while she worked the graveyard shift.

It isn't known what the young girl and her mother will do.  Husband's classmate (baby's grandfather) hopes an abortion won't take place.

So do we.

It's none of our business.  Of course.

But, I did walk into our bedroom yesterday morning, while husband was studying for today's important exam.  Words spilled out, quite without thinking.  Heart spoke for me.

"Tell John I would gladly adopt that baby.  If we tell him soon, maybe an abortion won't be talked about.  If she doesn't want adoption, we can provide foster care indefinitely."

"Honey, we wouldn't qualify for either.  We are below the poverty level, and financial stability is a requirement."

I was dumbfounded at his ready answer.

"You mean.....you would consider it?  I thought you said you couldn't take another baby?"

"I don't want another baby.  But I don't want them to have an abortion either.  I would do it to save a life."

My friends, I could tell my husband had already given this some thought, on his own.

There is hope for my baby-loving, child-rearing heart, Friends.

There is hope!

I don't know details.  Details involved would be huge.  Yes, huge. Complicated.

And worrisome.  A young girl of fourteen or fifteen would be at very high risk for preeclampsia.  The baby could be born very early.

Husband said he would get me in contact with his classmate.

Heart is a flutter.  Don't know what to say.

God will give words.  Prepare hearts.

importance of fathers

Earlier today I wrote a post about homeschooling, and indicated how important a father's role is as the spiritual head of the home.  I couldn't remember where I had come across surprising data on this matter, so I didn't include statistics.  After the kids were in bed, I had time to research.

Below you will find statistics on the importance of the father, in terms of his influence on the spirituality of his children (as measured by church-going habits).  

These statistics do not separate the various religious groups.  We know that not every church-goer has a personal, saving relationship with Jesus (some just have a relationship with their church).  I think these church attendance numbers would be higher for the kids of parents identifying themselves as having personal relationships with God (born-again believers). Many people may go to church on Sunday, but be completely in the world in every respect, not having any spiritual identity Monday through Saturday.  In this case, the children aren't boosted very much, spiritually speaking, by just attending church.

Excerpt (Robbie Low - The Truth About Men and Church):

It is the religious practice of the father of the family that, above all, determines the future attendance at or absence from church of the children.

If both father and mother attend regularly, 33 percent of their children will end up as regular churchgoers, and 41 percent will end up attending irregularly. Only a quarter of their children will end up not practicing at all. If the father is irregular and mother regular, only 3 percent of the children will subsequently become regulars themselves, while a further 59 percent will become irregulars. Thirty-eight percent will be lost.

If the father is non-practicing and mother regular, only 2 percent of children will become regular worshippers, and 37 percent will attend irregularly. Over 60 percent of their children will be lost completely to the church.

Let us look at the figures the other way round. What happens if the father is regular but the mother irregular or non-practicing? Extraordinarily, the percentage of children becoming regular goes up from 33 percent to 38 percent with the irregular mother and to 44 percent with the non-practicing, as if loyalty to father’s commitment grows in proportion to mother’s laxity, indifference, or hostility.

Before mothers despair, there is some consolation for faithful moms. Where the mother is less regular than the father but attends occasionally, her presence ensures that only a quarter of her children will never attend at all.

Even when the father is an irregular attender there are some extraordinary effects. An irregular father and a non-practicing mother will yield 25 percent of their children as regular attenders in their future life and a further 23 percent as irregulars. This is twelve times the yield where the roles are reversed.

Where neither parent practices, to nobody’s very great surprise, only 4 percent of children will become regular attenders and 15 percent irregulars. Eighty percent will be lost to the faith.

While mother’s regularity, on its own, has scarcely any long-term effect on children’s regularity (except the marginally negative one it has in some circumstances), it does help prevent children from drifting away entirely. Faithful mothers produce irregular attenders. Non-practicing mothers change the irregulars into non-attenders. But mothers have even their beneficial influence only in complementarity with the practice of the father.

Homeschooling. Why bother?

Homeschooling.

A huge, all encompassing, life-changing endeavor.  Often it means the family has to live on reduced income, rendering the family's life style far different than that of friends and relatives.  It can be lonely, in many respects.  Some people will never stop questioning.  And many will "quiz" your kids, possibly without your knowledge, trying to decide if they're learning anything.

Why bother?  And how do you help your husband understand why it might be important?  Try this website.  Statistics clearly show how difficult it is for students to remain faithful to Jesus after leaving the public school system, as young adults.  Teachers are liberal, for the most part. The exact percentage will vary of course, depending on which area of the country you're in.  Education is indoctrination to a large extent, although it's distasteful to think of it that way.

I taught first grade in the northern part of San Bernardino County (CA), which happens to have a large percentage of born-again Christians.  The teaching staff at my school included a lot of Christians, who helped lead me to God, resulting in my becoming a Christian in my fifth year of teaching.  God can orchestrate amazing things, no matter where we live.  GOD IS GOD--always bigger than the most hopeless-seeming circumstance!

Anyhow, I spent five minutes telling my husband about the statistics I learned from the above site, and he was strongly convicted, as the spiritual leader of our home.  He remains extremely committed to our homeschooling endeavor.

It isn't for everyone.  And I do think--and statistics back this up--that if a father is acting as the spiritual leader of a home, than it is far more likely the children will follow Jesus when they are on their own, regardless of where they went to school.  The father's spiritual lead is the most important thing.  It can take many forms, but mainly the father needs to spend time weekly (not necessarily daily) teaching his children about Jesus.  Spending this time, and leading family prayer, drives home to the children that Dad is a man of God.  That real men do love Jesus.

Often mothers are more spiritual by nature, but when Dad demonstrates that nothing is more important than God, it can mean all the difference later, when the children are in the world.  Being in the world too early doesn't equip children to solidify their belief system, or develop a personal relationship with God.  It dilutes the good that home and church are doing, in those early years.  Dad and Mom have to then work much harder to drive home, and live out, spiritual truths--all with a time crunch, because there are so few hours at home before bedtime.

If the mother is the only believer in the home, and Dad is against homeschooling, Jesus can apply grace to that mother, and to those children.  And Mom's fervent, unceasing prayers can change things, despite what the statistics state.  The Bible tells us that her respect for her husband, and her godly character, will win over her husband's heart. (1 Peter 3:1-4.  Click on the red to see this verse.) In this, as in all other things, "trust the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding".

Amy has a post up about homeschooling today, which prompted me to sit down and pound the keys, in the middle of the school day even.  Nothing is more important than the salvation of our children.  Nothing.  Don't wait for the know how.  Go forward with faith.  God will do the rest.  Really.  Trust me on that.

If you have come to a different conclusion in your own life, don't be offended by this post.  God certainly might have reason for your children to be in public school.  Trust what He is telling you.