If the last few months are any indication of what the next chapter of our lives will look like, we're in serious trouble!
My ten year old son, Riley has become a bottomless pit. He is constantly eating, but never full. He was blessed with good metabolism from birth, unlike me;-) He wakes up hungry every morning, and always has - even to the extent of doubling over in pain as soon as his feet hit the floor. No kidding!
Grayson, my twelve year old daughter, has been cooking breakfast lately (and let me say, I am loving this). But he decided this morning he would eat cereal. Three bowls later he is still hungry. Really?!!! I made him wait after the second bowl so his belly could rest. Still hungry. He ate the third bowl. Still hungry. I made him wait and he complained pretty much non-stop for the next 45 minutes. I let him have a small, fifty-cent package of chocolate donuts we bought at the convenience store last night. Still hungry. By now I'm thinking he's putting on, so I say, "No way are you still hungry! Forget about it! You're not eating any more!" An hour later, still complaining so I let him have an apple. He walks to the sink, puts his bowl down, looks at the clock and says, "Oh, it's 11:30, lunch time." For real?!!!
This must be why people brought a tenth of their crops to the high priest in the Old Testament. Besides the fact that they wanted to honor God, the priests couldn't afford to feed their sons, I'm sure! I can totally see how making your kids work in the fields helps everyone. No crops, no food. If hunger were Riley's motivation, he'd do anything! God will have to grant special graces during Riley's teenage years, and I know He will. I may need to find a way to work from home, as well though;-)
Needless to say, school has been a wash this morning. We'll start again after lunch and I'll just let him nibble while he works. Thankful for him, but realizing life is so unfair. My measly little biscuit with egg whites will add 2 pounds to me this week but after eating like he did this morning and every other morning this week, he'll still be tall and slim. WOW!
Blessings,
Thursday, April 29, 2010
~bottomless~
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Monday, April 26, 2010
~widows, orphans, or......both?~
I've been dealing with a particular subject lately in my quiet time - widows and orphans. It is clear in Scripture that we are to take care of the widows and the orphans, but to what extent are we called? And are we called to help the orphan, but not the widow? Some would say they are only called to help one or the other. Others would say neither. Where one is mentioned, they are usually both mentioned. Personally I think it's a heart thing. If you are willing to follow Christ wherever He leads, He will lead you to who you can help.
I have felt for some time that our church is "church to the widows". Some may think I'm making light of the situation when I say that, but it's true - and I'm not. Approximately twenty percent of the ladies we've ministered to at our church are widows (some have already gone Home). That's a lot! And though it's true, a widow living in this country in this century doesn't deal with all of the hardships that a widow dealt with in Jesus' day, they still deal with loneliness, failing health and losing their independence. Our government has made arrangements to provide food and shelter and a little money, but it doesn't go far.
My grandmother was a widow until she died at age 80. Her husband died of cancer when he was 42 and she was 33. He had two children from a previous marriage she raised with him and they had eight children together - for a total of ten! When he passed away, my mom was eight, the oldest was twenty years old - the youngest was six weeks. Yes, I know the widow. She scraped by for many years, working when she could, but always taking care of her family. Staying up all hours of the night to sew clothes for her girls and sew patches on blue jeans for her boys, mostly living on social security. Not all widows are feeble old women - though they need us, too. Some are young with all of their dreams shattered and a house full of kids that no one will help. I can hear the chatter from the women in the church, "She should've known better than to have all those kids - now look at her", "I can't afford to feed one meal to that family, those boys would eat me out of house and home" or "If I take one meal, they'll just start expecting it". My grandmother quit going to church after my grandpa died. She never spoke of why, but I have a feeling I know why. Besides the work it would take to get that many kids to church, the church wasn't knocking on her door to help out.
As I look upon our church and the sweet people in it, I know why God has placed us here. Yes, we are church to the widows. We may not be growing in numbers as fast as most say we should, but God is using us to provide friendship, protection and love to them, and He is using them to teach and train us more than I could have dreamed! What wisdom and knowledge I'm gleaning! I have grown so close to them, it's like having my grandma with me again. This time in our lives is a sweet time that I wouldn't trade. I love these people with my whole heart!
God will give you His eyes if you are seeking opportunities to help. If He leads you to help an orphan, don't turn Him down. But please don't forget the widow(er). A kind word or deed may be all that's needed.
Blessings,
I have felt for some time that our church is "church to the widows". Some may think I'm making light of the situation when I say that, but it's true - and I'm not. Approximately twenty percent of the ladies we've ministered to at our church are widows (some have already gone Home). That's a lot! And though it's true, a widow living in this country in this century doesn't deal with all of the hardships that a widow dealt with in Jesus' day, they still deal with loneliness, failing health and losing their independence. Our government has made arrangements to provide food and shelter and a little money, but it doesn't go far.
My grandmother was a widow until she died at age 80. Her husband died of cancer when he was 42 and she was 33. He had two children from a previous marriage she raised with him and they had eight children together - for a total of ten! When he passed away, my mom was eight, the oldest was twenty years old - the youngest was six weeks. Yes, I know the widow. She scraped by for many years, working when she could, but always taking care of her family. Staying up all hours of the night to sew clothes for her girls and sew patches on blue jeans for her boys, mostly living on social security. Not all widows are feeble old women - though they need us, too. Some are young with all of their dreams shattered and a house full of kids that no one will help. I can hear the chatter from the women in the church, "She should've known better than to have all those kids - now look at her", "I can't afford to feed one meal to that family, those boys would eat me out of house and home" or "If I take one meal, they'll just start expecting it". My grandmother quit going to church after my grandpa died. She never spoke of why, but I have a feeling I know why. Besides the work it would take to get that many kids to church, the church wasn't knocking on her door to help out.
As I look upon our church and the sweet people in it, I know why God has placed us here. Yes, we are church to the widows. We may not be growing in numbers as fast as most say we should, but God is using us to provide friendship, protection and love to them, and He is using them to teach and train us more than I could have dreamed! What wisdom and knowledge I'm gleaning! I have grown so close to them, it's like having my grandma with me again. This time in our lives is a sweet time that I wouldn't trade. I love these people with my whole heart!
God will give you His eyes if you are seeking opportunities to help. If He leads you to help an orphan, don't turn Him down. But please don't forget the widow(er). A kind word or deed may be all that's needed.
Blessings,
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Thursday, April 22, 2010
~socialization or adaptability?~
As a homeschool mom, I've grown quite used to being told people don't think homeschoolers get enough socialization. Every time I've been told this by people who know my kids, they are sure to tell me that my kids are the exception. Usually my kids are the only homeschoolers they know. I love my kids and they are wonderfully unique, but they are not the exception. We know many homeschool families and have met very few that need more socialization. It's the only subject that people feel open to give their negative opinions on without first being asked. Most people wouldn't dream of seeing me wear a particular brand of clothing, then proceed to put down my choice of clothes (at least to my face!). They wouldn't bash my denomination or religion to my face, but homeschool seems to force people to take one side or the other! If they didn't choose homeschool, they usually haven't researched it - it's just different than what they did so it must be bad. Let's face it, some people are socially awkward - whether they were homeschooled or not! Some people have a harder time adapting to new people, new places or new circumstances than others. I like to think that my kids are adaptable.
To answer your question: yes, they are socialized. Even though they are not in a classroom with 30 other kids their same age, they are socialized. If you ask me, they are over-socialized! They play baseball, basketball and soccer. They go to church and to the grocery store. They are active in 4H and participate in classes like physics, public speaking and crochet. They take piano lessons and Grayson even plays cello in the public school orchestra (Gasp! Yes, they let her! That's another question people ask). Since their dad is a pastor, they make ministry visits to shut-ins, hospitals and nursing homes - even playing the piano at a local nursing home to uplift the elderly. They knock on neighborhood doors to invite strangers to church (with an adult). They are mannerly and considerate of others (not all the time), not easily angered (except by one another), they are confident - they can walk into a room and speak to anyone, of any age, any background or any race, and be real and speak from the heart (mostly that's a good thing, sometimes - not so much).
No, they are not perfect kids, neither are their parents:) They will make mistakes - but they are grounded and headed in the right direction.
If you have a negative opinion about homeschool, please save it - I've heard it all before. I know you comment because you think you are in the right, but you don't answer to God for these kids - Glen and I do. We're not trying to push homeschool on anyone so please don't take offense. We're just doing what we know is right for our kids.
Blessings,
To answer your question: yes, they are socialized. Even though they are not in a classroom with 30 other kids their same age, they are socialized. If you ask me, they are over-socialized! They play baseball, basketball and soccer. They go to church and to the grocery store. They are active in 4H and participate in classes like physics, public speaking and crochet. They take piano lessons and Grayson even plays cello in the public school orchestra (Gasp! Yes, they let her! That's another question people ask). Since their dad is a pastor, they make ministry visits to shut-ins, hospitals and nursing homes - even playing the piano at a local nursing home to uplift the elderly. They knock on neighborhood doors to invite strangers to church (with an adult). They are mannerly and considerate of others (not all the time), not easily angered (except by one another), they are confident - they can walk into a room and speak to anyone, of any age, any background or any race, and be real and speak from the heart (mostly that's a good thing, sometimes - not so much).
No, they are not perfect kids, neither are their parents:) They will make mistakes - but they are grounded and headed in the right direction.
If you have a negative opinion about homeschool, please save it - I've heard it all before. I know you comment because you think you are in the right, but you don't answer to God for these kids - Glen and I do. We're not trying to push homeschool on anyone so please don't take offense. We're just doing what we know is right for our kids.
Blessings,
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Wednesday, April 14, 2010
~family ties part 2~
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
~family ties~
For those of you who are interested, my husband has a new post on his blog. He doesn't spend much time blogging, so this is a special treat:)
http://www.pastorglenc.blogspot.com/
Check it out to learn all about his latest adventure!
Blessings,
http://www.pastorglenc.blogspot.com/
Check it out to learn all about his latest adventure!
Blessings,
Saturday, April 10, 2010
~flashback~
I ran across an old blog from a few years ago that could have been written today. I began to think I've come so far, but I'm back in the same place! Is there a lesson I didn't learn? Did God make me do a u-turn and take that loop again? Why the deja vu?
October 17, 2007 I wrote my first and only blog entry until I started again last year. The entry was titled ungratefulness. I had just started homeschooling and was working mornings in a local church office. Glen was just a little over two years into the ministry and was working a full-time job in another town at the time. I was in a place where I felt I didn't appreciate where I was or all I'd been given by God. Low and behold.....here I am again! I've pasted the entry below.....
Category: Life
The job I had at the church only lasted a few months, thank goodness. Church people are the hardest to please;-) God blessed Glen with another job. More pay and in our town. Our life slowed down a little for a while. It seems like busyness is creeping in again. As I've said before, we're trying to pray over each activity and let the Holy Spirit guide - after all, no one can guide quite like Him, right?
We are busy, there's no question. But God, please help me to slow down long enough to learn the lessons You have for me the first time around!
October 17, 2007 I wrote my first and only blog entry until I started again last year. The entry was titled ungratefulness. I had just started homeschooling and was working mornings in a local church office. Glen was just a little over two years into the ministry and was working a full-time job in another town at the time. I was in a place where I felt I didn't appreciate where I was or all I'd been given by God. Low and behold.....here I am again! I've pasted the entry below.....
Category: Life
Okay, this is my first blog. Hopefully not the last, but who knows…
I have problems with "the blog" because it's like journaling – which is private – only it's not private. So what would be the point? Admittedly, my thoughts are not always "reader-ready" as soon as I think them! I actually wrote this out last night so I could think on my thoughts first…….huh?
Lately God's been dealing with me on a few levels. I'm not ready to share everything (remember, I'm a newbie), but I'll share on one thing.
Nothing ticks me off quite like people who are ungrateful. When I take 2 minutes out of my day to come to your drive-thru window, at least have the decency to say "thank you"! I know you don't mean it when you say it – but I feel better about the world and where it's headed!
If my kids were to open a gift and not act like it's the best gift they've ever received (even if it's clothes...again), I would be mortified – and they would know it!
When I spend every day going to work, then rushing home to get lunch and schooling the kids, then getting dinner on and rushing to practices and piano lessons, then someone complains that their favorite jeans aren't clean? C'mon! Be glad you have jeans! Kids in 3rd world countries don't even have jeans – or do they?
Why, if I have issues with everyone else's ungratefulness, am I so ungrateful for where God has me right now? Not just now – but always!
Am I grateful? Does having a family mean having more dirty laundry? Of course! But thank you, God for my family. Does it mean I don't get to see my husband very much because he's working his tail off to support our family? Definitely! But thank you for the ministry – and the job to sustain our family.
God's showing me that the things that mean the most are the hardest work. I don't want to look back with regret and see that I didn't enjoy the times when we had soccer practice and Peter Pan play practice and birthday parties to run to. If I am just grateful for where I am right now, then I can recognize all the wonderful gifts God has given me. I'm trying to soak it all up – take time to breathe it in. Thank you, God for my family – and their dirty laundry. And thank you for putting up with my ungratefulness.
Five days after that post, my grandmother, the most stable person in my life, fell in her kitchen floor and broke several bones. Seven days after her fall, she died....I couldn't think about blogging for a long time. Ungrateful? You betcha!
The job I had at the church only lasted a few months, thank goodness. Church people are the hardest to please;-) God blessed Glen with another job. More pay and in our town. Our life slowed down a little for a while. It seems like busyness is creeping in again. As I've said before, we're trying to pray over each activity and let the Holy Spirit guide - after all, no one can guide quite like Him, right?
I have come to terms with the death of my grandma and am so thankful she didn't suffer long on this earth. Most days I try not to think about the fact that she's gone, but when I have a problem with the kids and I need answers, I miss being able to drop in on her for her "kitchen table" advice. When the kids do something quirky or say something funny, I miss her sweet, gentle laugh. Yes, I still miss her dearly and long to talk to her again and share a glass of iced tea with her at heaven's kitchen table.
We are busy, there's no question. But God, please help me to slow down long enough to learn the lessons You have for me the first time around!
Blessings,
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Friday, April 2, 2010
~redeemed~
I woke up this morning unable to sleep, heavy-hearted and nauseous but not knowing why. (And before you ask, I'm not pregant!)
For some reason Good Friday is not really acknowledged too much in our denomination, so it's been easy to put the thought away in years past. Just keep busy and the day disappears. Before you know it, it's Sunday and it's celebration time!
Some celebrate with baskets of candy and eggs delivered by the Easter Bunny (I haven't figured this one out yet! Did they miss science class?), others celebrate by going to church then having a family dinner (which is how we'll celebrate), and still others don't celebrate anything. But in all of the celebrations, will we remember the suffering?
This morning after waking and studying the Book of John, as I have been since September, when I thought of what today represents, I felt sick. Sick at the thought that 2010 years ago, My sin nailed Christ to the cross. Sins I hadn't committed yet, but sins that He knew I would. When I think of the soldiers and officials yelling at Him and spitting in His face, I see me doing the same to Him. When I think of the person who actually drove the nails in, I cringe because I know it could have been me. Not literally, but with my actions, doubts and denial at times.
I'm thankful today that I am a believer in Jesus Christ and my sins are forgiven. Thankful that Christ suffered for me, and thankful that, as I heard someone say once, "Sunday's comin'"! Three days after He gave up His spirit, He conquered death and rose from the grave.
As they entered the tomb, they saw a young man dressed in a white robe sitting on the right side, and they were alarmed.
"Don't be alarmed," he said. "You are looking for Jesus the Nazarene, who was crucified. He has risen! He is not here. See the place where they laid him. But go, tell his disciples and Peter, 'He is going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see him, just as he told you.' " Mark 16:5-7
Are you so sorry for the sins of the past that you purpose to not get sucked in by them again? Or do you say, "It's not that bad!" or "I'll do better later" without true repentance?
Think on what Christ did more than 2000 years ago for YOU but don't let it get you down, because Sunday's comin'!
Blessings,
For some reason Good Friday is not really acknowledged too much in our denomination, so it's been easy to put the thought away in years past. Just keep busy and the day disappears. Before you know it, it's Sunday and it's celebration time!
Some celebrate with baskets of candy and eggs delivered by the Easter Bunny (I haven't figured this one out yet! Did they miss science class?), others celebrate by going to church then having a family dinner (which is how we'll celebrate), and still others don't celebrate anything. But in all of the celebrations, will we remember the suffering?
This morning after waking and studying the Book of John, as I have been since September, when I thought of what today represents, I felt sick. Sick at the thought that 2010 years ago, My sin nailed Christ to the cross. Sins I hadn't committed yet, but sins that He knew I would. When I think of the soldiers and officials yelling at Him and spitting in His face, I see me doing the same to Him. When I think of the person who actually drove the nails in, I cringe because I know it could have been me. Not literally, but with my actions, doubts and denial at times.
I'm thankful today that I am a believer in Jesus Christ and my sins are forgiven. Thankful that Christ suffered for me, and thankful that, as I heard someone say once, "Sunday's comin'"! Three days after He gave up His spirit, He conquered death and rose from the grave.
As they entered the tomb, they saw a young man dressed in a white robe sitting on the right side, and they were alarmed.
"Don't be alarmed," he said. "You are looking for Jesus the Nazarene, who was crucified. He has risen! He is not here. See the place where they laid him. But go, tell his disciples and Peter, 'He is going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see him, just as he told you.' " Mark 16:5-7
Are you so sorry for the sins of the past that you purpose to not get sucked in by them again? Or do you say, "It's not that bad!" or "I'll do better later" without true repentance?
Think on what Christ did more than 2000 years ago for YOU but don't let it get you down, because Sunday's comin'!
Blessings,
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