Tuesday, November 26, 2019

Authentic Submission


Thinking this morning about biblical submission and how Christ modeled this for us.  Submission is an attitude not an action. Obedience is the action. We can obey without submission,  but we can't really submit without obedience. 

 Our ability to submit informs our actions.  

The definition of attitude according to my Google search is "a set of settled beliefs or feelings reflected in behavior." The word that stands out to me is the word "settled." It seems like this word tells us that something has been wrestled with, won over, and decided. It's settled.

Hypocrites will give an appearance of submission through obedience,  but not actually have a heart that submits. The true attitude shines through and unbelievers become jaded by inauthentic interactions they experience with Christian's who do not follow Christ's model.  

This happens when Christians skip over the wrestling part.  Trying to project an image of submission without actually evaluating your true feelings, anguishing over the self denial that is necessary and adopting the same attitude of Christ in full trust which is painful and hard, looks like you don't really understand how life works. It feels like it takes too long, but by skipping it, you project an image that is out of touch with suffering.  

We can be afraid that we will look to others like we lack faith if we show any hint of struggle.  So, we try to hide it. But,  in reality,  we look like we are putting on a show.  Faking it until we are making it.  That's following the world's idea of submission, not Christ's.  

He didn't submit on the cross.  

Notice that it says that He "was obedient to the point of death-- even death on a cross..." (v.8)  He didn't submit on the cross. He submitted in the Garden of Gethsemane where He prayed and wrestled and sweat blood.  It was settled there. His submission to the Father's will informed His actions and His obedience--He was obedient, even to death on the cross. 

That is His example.  It's not meant to be pretty or easy.  It is dying... to self...to goals... to intentions... and it is rising to faith...to trust... and to obedience.  Walking through that process is hard, but it produces an authentic picture of godly, Christlike submission.  Don't skip over it. The world can tell. 

And the world needs authenticity.



Tuesday, July 17, 2018

Sufficient Grace...

This is from a post I wrote four years ago, and because it is a good perspective on parenting, I thought I'd share this here:

<<<<In different ways, I feel like I've been a better mom to the oldest children... and other ways, I've been a better mom to the youngest.... I think as mothers, we will always have to fight against thoughts of inadequacy.

The fact is, God knew before the foundations of the earth, which of my children would be born in my 20's.... which would be born in my 30's.... which would be born in my 40's... .and He selected their birth order knowing what would be best for each of them and for me.

He knew what my health would be like at these various stages of my life and the impact that this would also have on my parenting. So, that means my mothering looks different now than it did before (and in most ways, HALLELUJAH!)

There are always things that need improvement, but especially in a larger family, I've come to accept and believe that God knows that I can't be everything I want to be to ANY of my children, so I pray for Him to make up for my lack.... His grace is sufficient for them, too, but especially for me.

Parenting in His grace is much easier than in my guilt. :-) >>>


Thursday, June 21, 2018

A Living Sacrifice





According to Facebook, I wrote this two years ago today, June 21. Probably, it was meant to encourage a young mom... I actually don't remember writing it. I admit I'm even a little surprised that I COULD write it... It ministered to my heart today, seeming SO relevant at the moment...

There are times when I see young moms struggling with their younger children,  and always the words "living sacrifice" comes to my mind. I want to ask them if they realize that their living sacrifice is seen by God and it delights Him.

I once read that a woman asked Dwight L. Moody advice for how she could serve. His reply was something like, "Focus on evangelizing the heathen in your arms...."

It had an impact on me. It gave me vision. It is harder to keep that vision at times.

Even at church, I've experienced having someone ask me about my calling, and when I've mentioned motherhood,  received, "Of course,  but what else?"

 Oh, my... I often haven't had time for much else..... but I've learned there are seasons in a woman's life, and we aren't meant to live all of them at the same time.

I think it can be so hard in this day and age of global communication to focus on the most important ministry we are given as mothers. It doesn't mean we ignore other needs, but it does mean we can focus on the most urgent need on hand, and trust that the Lord will guide us in this and any other need He brings along.

In this day and age when there seems to be every advantage and opportunity to do more and more, it is a great discipline to do LESS..... and focus on one important task.

 We, as women, who are more likely to multi-task and manage many aspects of life, are also more inclined to compare ourselves to others and struggle with not feeling "enough."  We see snippets of other women's lives, and we see them as superheroes accomplishing so much, while we might be just trying to get our child to tie his shoes or to remember to flush the toilet.

The most sacred moments,  though,  are the ones lived out in the mundane.  The discipline of loving and nurturing and forbearance all happens in the moment by moment of sacrificial living with family.

 As we make choices,  big and small, we teach the next generation how life works. We show them whether our faith impacts our world,  or not.  We show them the meaning of relationship.... or the lack of it..... we teach them the impact of grace on our lives and what it means to forgive. ..... or we teach them how harsh this world really is...

A well-lived day in the life of a young mother and her children can teach them more theology and philosophy than years at a university. Through her, they can see that small actions, kind words,  and firm, loving discipline can make the world a better place.

Sometimes,  less is more.... and more than enough...

Saturday, February 17, 2018

Healed Hearts

I just watched a movie about someone with cancer. It wasn't schmaltzy... it was very realistic in the whole process of normal life, then diagnosis, treatment, facing mortality, and walking out the reality of terminal illness... leaving loved ones behind....

I realized that a part of my heart has been healed in a way I didn't know it could be. Maybe it has been for awhile, but I didn't realize how much it was healed until tonight.

I watched this movie and cried at all the appropriate places. Memories came back as I remembered my friend, Shelly, and her walk through this process and my part in it, usually over the phone. Several parts of this process brought back to mind things that she had said and done or experienced.

I cried at all the appropriate places, but I didn't keep crying. I stopped in between... and even laughed occasionally. I noticed when it was over, I was calm. I wasn't crying. I don't mean that if you cry there is something wrong. I have experienced the deeper heartache that feels never-ending, and I have cried many deep, sorrowful tears.

But, instead, tonight, I realized that all my crying was for good reasons at the right times, but it wasn't for overwhelming grief. The kind of grief that makes you sob for an hour after the movie is over.

My heart has healed enough to stop crying when the sadness is done.... but, it is tender enough to cry at the right times... that is how I know it is healed. 💖


Tuesday, October 24, 2017

He is Good.




         A friend of mine was asking that age old question: Why does God let bad things happen? 

     It is hard to understand why bad things happen to good people... to HIS people... but, I don't believe that is ever part of His perfect plan... it is truly because we live in a fallen world that difficult, very hard things happen to us.

     We can't understand it well from our perspective because we see everything in a linear time frame, but when He sees our lives, He sees the beginning from the end. This was the perspective that comforted me when my sister died.

     It made no sense to me. Her children needed a mother. Her husband needed a wife... I needed a sister... I still can't see how this was His best for our family. However, before she ever lived, He saw her whole life. He knew it would be a life that lasted only 40 years and 9 months long. He saw that it was a valuable life, even if it was much shorter than some lives... and, truthfully, it was longer than other lives... she lived her WHOLE life.... not a life cut short, as we see it, but in its entirety, as He sees it. 

     He wasn't shocked or surprised when she died, like I was. He knew there was more to the story... for her, in Heaven, and for her children, her husband, and even for me.... I'm still learning how to live this life without my sister in it. I still don't like it, but He has been very good to me in the process. He doesn't do these things *to us* ... but He allows them because He sees beyond them... which we can't do.
 
    For us, it feels like life is ending, but He sees the start of something new... for those who return to Him and those of us left behind. For those of us going through financial hardship, or relational struggles, or health challenges, etc... He sees the work He is doing in us, which we can only get glimpses of.

     Before Jesus lived, when tragedy struck and many, many people, especially young children died due to illness, injury, or even at birth, and those parents had no hope to see their children again. There was no provision for it. 

     When God sent His Son to die for us, it was to make provision for this very problem... so that we can be with Him and our loved ones once again... THAT gives us HOPE. And, hope gives us comfort. He is the God of all comfort. His Son had to die to make that happen... He understands grief.

     I can only come back to this: He is good.



"Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God. 
For just as we share abundantly in the sufferings of Christ, 
so also our comfort abounds through Christ. 
2 Cor 1: 1-5 NIV

Monday, September 11, 2017

Remembering 9/11

This was actually written by me on September 11, 2011, reflecting on 10 years after this horrible event.... now, 6 more years have passed, and only a few more before we remember 20 years. It is hard to comprehend... I just wanted a place to record my story besides Facebook because it is harder to keep track of what I have written on Facebook. Here is my story:

*photo does not belong to me but did not have a copyright credit attached to it.... 




    Thanks to an Applebee's gift card, Tony and I got to have supper out Saturday night. Nice to get away for a moment, and talk without kids interrupting.... we mostly talked about 10 yrs. ago, and it was sobering to realize all that had changed.
To be honest, I was a bit disconnected from the 9/11 situation... we had just started our homeschooling journey a few weeks before, our TV was disconnected from cable so we could stay a little more focused in our first month after starting school. That was the day that I learned how to reconnect it.....

 We were all sitting in our school room... I had five children then... they were 11yo, 9yo, 6yo, 3yo, all boys, and our first daughter was about 5 mons. old. The boys were working on school work when I got the first phone call. Neighbors and friends called to let me know about the first attacks, because they all knew my TV was disconnected for our start of school. I was in disbelief with each phone call telling me of one more disaster...I turned on the radio, and the kids and I listened to the distraught reporters explaining what had happened. My boys panicked at first, thinking that we were going to have bombs dropped on us... I was trying to explain it all, but I didn't really know what to tell them.

 We stopped and prayed for the people in NY... and then I decided to find out where the cable was disconnected in our icky basement. I didn't know what I was looking for, but took a flashlight down and after looking for a few moments, found the cable where Tony had disconnected it. I had to stand on my tiptoes, and there were spider webs over my head (that is a big deal, for those of you who do not know me well....) but I managed to get it hooked together.

  By this time, everything had already happened, and watching the coverage was almost like watching a movie after you had read the book. It all felt very surreal, and I couldn't really connect with the proper emotions... I didn't have the same level of shock I think I would've had if I had seen everything happen in real time. I couldn't really connect with the fact that REAL people were inside the towers when they were hit and when they fell... REAL people were on those planes! Lives of so many, inside and outside the towers were changed forever.... I honestly can understand it better now than I did back then....

 Ironically, my best memory of that day.... is actually a really funny one.... my sister was one of the last of those who called me, and we talked for a couple of hours... that wasn't really unusual for us to talk for extended periods of time..... just wasn't planned on that day... her two boys were almost 2yrs. old then. They were at the age where the two of them could gang up on her and make a mess so fast.....and because she was distracted on the phone, talking to me, she was suddenly greatly shocked to turn around and see flames coming out of her stove top! One of her boys turned on the burner, and it was covered by a burner cover, but sitting on top of that was a large economy size box of PopTarts... which was now in FLAMES! I remember her hanging up, and it was difficult to stay focused on the tragedy at hand as I wondered what was happening at my sister's house!

          Thankfully, right as she hung up with me, her phone rang again.... a friend of hers was calling her about the 9/11 attacks, and she told her to get her flour and dump it on the flames, which she did.... so all went well... when she called back to let me know what happened, I remember I couldn't stop laughing.... no one could make me laugh harder than my sister. She was a very good storyteller. So, when I think about where I was on 9/11, I usually think about laughing on the phone with my sister.....

 Anyway..... as I look back over the past 10 years, I can see a lot of big changes. A lot of things in my life have a "before" and "after"....things that I didn't even know could change in that way.....

  For me.... my personal 9/11 was my sister's death, but we all have those pivotal moments when everything we used to know so well has been replaced with a "new norm." Today, we will all think about what was and what has become... we might even wonder about the future. But, the good news is, that no matter what else changes in our lives.... our Father in Heaven is CONSTANT.... He is the same yesterday, today, and forever. When the world seems chaotic and unstable we have a Strong Tower and Refuge in our God.
                "Have mercy on me, O God, have mercy on me,
                         For in you my soul takes refuge.
               I will take refuge in the shadow of your wings
                           until the disaster has passed.
                                I cry out to God Most High,
                      to God, who fufills his purpose for me.
                   He sends from heaven and saves me,
                   rebuking those who hotly pursue me;
                    God sends his love and his faithfulness...." Psalm 57: 1-3


Thursday, June 15, 2017

Learning to Love.....




         Today, my bible study, Becoming a Titus 2 Woman, by Martha Peace, talked about helping a younger mother to learn how to have loving thoughts towards her children. I remember, thinking back to my younger days as a mother, how hard this was for me.

         This wasn't my natural inclination at all. I wasn't naturally loving towards anyone, really, not even myself... especially myself... Before I was a Christian, I was a very legalistic, harsh woman and I tended to get frustrated very quickly with anyone who didn't toe the line .... MY line...  Thankfully, after I was saved, the Lord did help me to slowly, over time, learn how to think loving thoughts towards my family, but still, to this day, I struggle at times to do this. I felt like today's lesson was a good reminder.

         I remember, many years ago, shortly after I became a stay-at-home mom, I read a book called, A Woman After God's Own Heart, by Elizabeth George, and though I don't recall the details of her book, I remember becoming convicted with this very idea of thinking loving thoughts toward my family. I realized that my heart wasn't focused on my family, but on myself. I was convicted. I prayed and asked the Lord to change this in me, and by His grace, this has changed. He has given me a soft, tender heart and I have learned how to compassionately love my children and to guide them into adulthood.

     For me, it started at such a basic level....  recognizing my position as a mother in the family and learning to accept certain aspects of that position that I didn't necessarily enjoy at the time. Learning how to be loving and patient, even with a lack of sleep, which was common... and learning how to love my children above "things," especially when they accidentally broke MY things..

       I remember how wildly at times I just wanted to get away from them all.... I ranted and raved about needing a break from them...I would break down at times and lose my temper with them because I had just had TOO much!

       At some point in the process, though, I saw that even needing time away from my kids was wrong, at least for me. I saw a distinction between needing time FOR me, and needing time AWAY from them. It wasn't THEIR fault that I needed time to renew and refresh ME.

       Even though, the actions of getting time for myself looked the same as getting time away from them, the attitude in my heart was changed. I recognized that because I needed time FOR me to be emotionally healthy for my family, I had to find ways to do that, BEFORE it became such an issue that I was desperate to get away from them. That desperation is a sign of neglecting what is good for me. Blaming them, in my heart or verbally out loud, only hurt my relationship with them. It hurt my attitude towards them, and it hurt their feelings when they heard that message come through.

        No, I didn't learn this quickly or perfectly. I seem to be the type who has to make a LOT of mistakes before I finally learn the correct way of things, so my older children, in particular, have had to bear the brunt of this. My middle children have had the fullest benefit, while my younger children are getting some benefit, but not fully, because I have had health issues that have made me less attentive to them. I am not perfect and my flesh wars against me, but I am still learning how to have loving thoughts towards my family. I still learn from watching mothers much younger than me who seem to have a more natural loving attitude. I still have to hear the Holy Spirit who admonishes me when I am falling into old habits.

       The one benefit that I have noticed for me in this is that I almost never, ever feel like I need to get away from my kids, and it has been a long time since I felt that desperation that used to be a common emotion for me.

     My kids have been patient with me, too. They have learned, in the process, some bad things, of course, from my mistakes, which makes me sad, but they have also learned a lot about extending grace to others, as they have forgiven me as I sought their forgiveness. We have compassion for each other because they know just how flawed they are, and they know I am just as flawed. They also  know that I won't deny my flaws or excuse them. I try to be as fair to them in situations as possible, and I try to always speak the truth to them, so that they know they can truly trust me. We have mutual respect for each other, and we know how to give each other space.

     It is hard. It has been overwhelming at times... but, I am thankful the Lord changed my heart.

Friday, March 3, 2017

Lovingkindness.....


"Do not withhold your tender mercies from me, O LORD; Let your lovingkindness and your truth  continually preserve me." Psalm 40:11

Oh, continue Your lovingkindness to those who know You,
 And Your righteousness to the upright in heart. Psalm 36:10
The Lord is kind and gentle.

He knows my tendency to beat myself up, but He never lets me get away with it for long.

In a tearful prayer time, I asked Him if He could use me and if I was doing enough... 



So, He had someone ask me for help, and I helped,  and just like that He showed me again.

He showed me He can use me (if I'm willing) even if I don't know how. He showed me I can still hear Him clearly,  especially when it is for someone else.

And, He showed me that doing what He asks, and not more or less, IS enough.

He is so kind when I am not so nice to myself,  and He is so gentle when I am way too harsh with myself.  

When I writhe under self- condemnation for my lack of consistency in spiritual discipline or the lack of motivation for charitable efforts, He pours out grace, stability,  and compassion.  And then, He pours it through me, onto others....

He is so kind and gentle to me!





Friday, September 30, 2016

I Love a Good Story!


Megan Follows as Anne Shirley of Anne of Green Gables
Finished watching the first and second movies of Anne of Green Gables with my daughters tonight. I think they are thoroughly in love with Anne and Gilbert, at least in the movies... now to get them to love the books as well.... I love Anne Shirley, and I identify with her in so many ways... I love her Anne with an E!
My sister introduced me to Anne Shirley many years ago. She first loaned me her copies of the movies, and I can't even count how many times I watched them. Eventually, the vhs tapes were worn out and no longer worked, and I had planned to buy new copies for my sister, but that never happened...
Recently, a friend loaned me her dvd's of the first two movies in the series, and I cried in all the places I have always cried with these movies. Sometimes, my girls just stopped watching the movie to watch me. At one point, when Matthew Cuthbert died in Anne's arms, I was sobbing so hard, I could barely speak.
My 7 year old said, rather unsympathetically, "Mommy, why are you crying? It isn't real."
I whispered to her, "Because I have lost my sister..."
And then, she leaned over me and hugged me, and laid her little head on my shoulder.... and, just like that, my little girl learned empathy...
And that is why I love teaching Christian literature and watching movies that move my heart. I have told my co-op students that by reading good, Christian literature, we are given the opportunity to look at a conflict or dilemma ... some kind of problem... through the eyes of the author, and it gives us a chance to problem solve with them. We get to learn from the story the author's worldview, and through this, even if we disagree with the author, we get to think about our own worldview... we have the chance to have our thoughts and emotions shaped; convictions are formed and sharpened.
Forgive my passion on this subject, but I didn't really love great literature until I started homeschooling. I loved to read when I was little, but I didn't really have much opportunity for reading classic stories except the little that was introduced in textbooks. When I began homeschooling, it occurred to me that all these classic stories should be read if they are classics... I decided I needed to RE-educate myself. I started reading one each summer, and occasionally, I would read some during the school year... plus I read a few out loud to my kids... So much was learned through that time.... History, science and morality and death, anger, grief, and misery, redemption, virtue, and integrity, survival and loneliness, man's inhumanity to man.... and the strength of the human spirit...... it was all there.... all depths of human emotion came alive in those books.
And, you can't really imagine how important it has been to me that my children.... with all their dyslexic tendencies.... LOVE the blessing of STORY.... Granted, it is harder for the older boys to sit and read now that they are adults with jobs, but in their own way, they all love STORY... whether it is listening to audiobooks, reading books off my library shelves, going to a movie together on the premier night, acting in a drama, or telling their own stories in speeches in their classes, or just processing their day with me.... they do love story...
These stories are important because they reflect the REAL STORY.... We learn the most important story where we have a HERO who rescues and saves us from a villain who truly wants to destroy us. We read God's Word each day and we memorize the verses that will be hidden in our hearts for whenever the need arises to recall them to fight temptation and to encourage hope.
Our lives will play out in our own stories, and each chapter will reveal more and more of who we are and what we are designed and ordained to be... and the Author of all things... the Giver of Life and Death has written each page of our lives....
John Eldridge says in his book, Epic: The Story God is Telling:
"What if all the great stories that have ever moved you, brought you joy or tears-- what if they are telling you something about the true Story into which you have been cast?.....For when you were born, you were born into an Epic that has already been under way for quite some time. It is a Story of beauty and intimacy and adventure, a Story of danger and loss and heroism and betrayal."
It is an amazing thought, isn't it?
Now, I am teaching my younger four children the same, and I admit, the three girls are a lot easier than any of the boys ever were. My youngest son is a hard sell at his age.... but, I have no fear... because story is always a part of our lives in one form or another... He will learn this too, and I am patient.
I love a good story! <3

Thursday, September 8, 2016

Sharing Your Testimony or Sacred Storytelling....

I heard a sermon about sharing your testimony... and then,  I watched "The Holy Spirit" movie on Bethel TV again... and thought about the different ways we share our faith.

Some really do believe their faith is private and not meant to be shared except by action alone...action is good, but, it goes against scripture that commands us "to tell."

Some believe that they have to "tell" in order to be accepted by God, and they work hard to be out telling people based on that false perception, but there is nothing we can do to be accepted by God. His acceptance is a gift, and is based on the sacrifice of His Son, not what we do....

Some believe that they have to scare people into becoming Christians, and while I agree that Hell is a scary place, I wonder how well someone's faith holds up when it has been based on fear alone? I would think a lot of joy would be left out....

Extroverts share in extroverted ways, and often have an easier time sharing with strangers, but God made introverts, too, and loves their gentle disciple- making, one-on-one ways... He pulls each out of their comfort zones at times, but He uses all personalities,  all temperaments, all learning styles, and all gifts, talents, and abilities.

Most of us, I think, understand that sharing our faith comes with a little bit of trepidation because we recognize the enormity of someone's salvation. We want to be open to the leading of the Holy Spirit, but we often become so focused on our own inadequacies, that we forget it isn't our job to convert. It is His.

Mostly, we need to realize that our story comes out of our gratefulness for all that God has done, and we don't have to share our story perfectly... or even completely (it would take forever for me to share EVERY thing God has done!)

But, as we listen to the Holy Spirit and share what we have learned in an appropriate situation, God takes our inadequacy and turns it into a "word in due season." It is He who does that. We just have to step out in obedience, and risk sharing... He often doesn't give the perfect word until our mouth is willing to open and share it. At least, that has been my own personal experience.

I am thankful that sharing my story (or, really, any story ;-) ) has not been something I have struggled with much, but I know that is not the case for everyone. I can tell you, though, if you are willing to share, He can use just about anything you say. Even when I have completely blown it and said all the wrong things, God still used it to touch hearts.

And, you know, if you do mess up, and He uses it, you have a greater sense of who He is and He gets all the glory!

Just sharing..... :-) <3

Wednesday, March 2, 2016

All Things.....

Today was a bad day.... and not only did I feel bad, but I felt very emotional all day long... I am pretty sure I have had at least 3 or 4 good cries today.... 

It isn't that my "suffering" is so horrible... I understand that others suffer more. Even I have experienced greater pain in the past... much greater than what I deal with daily now. I just watched "God's Comfort" with Joni Eareckson Tada on www.rightnowmedia.org. If you have access to this, you will be blessed if you watch anything on that website by Joni. In "God's Comfort," Joni spoke about living her life in a wheelchair after an accident caused her to become a quadriplegic... and also about her struggle with cancer and constant chronic pain in more recent times.

I could never measure my own brand of suffering against hers, but the wonderful thing about her is that she doesn't measure hers against mine either. She says, we all suffer in some way... it is part of life..... and so we do... Listening to her speak about her pain and suffering helps me to gain perspective, yet she speaks in such a relate-able way, I can empathize with her journey. I hurt for her.... I cry with her.

Even though I hate pain and fatigue and uncontrollable emotions, I am SO thankful for the level of empathy I have gained for others through these very things. There would be a loss of depth in my life if I had not encountered pain and suffering....grief and loss........ So, when I saw this meme, I loved it.... because people do get it wrong.... telling me to DO something ... believing that I can do whatever I want to do, if I just BELIEVE enough .... that changing my THINKING will change everything....that it is ALL up to me.... It is easier to tell a person what to do than to enter into their pain with them.

But, when I despair and become discouraged... it isn't so much because of pain and suffering as it is that I am struggling in the tension of walking out what it means to be content. What it means to have His strength flow through me EVEN WHEN my pain and fatigue do not leave me.... EVEN WHEN I feel defeated and discouraged.... EVEN WHEN I feel like my health issues are controlling me and making living life the way I WANT to live seem impossible..... EVEN WHEN I CAN'T do what others want me to do or what I want to do, nor even pretend like I can.... and even when I look perfectly normal to the rest of the world, but come home completely exhausted to my family.

Sometimes, I really do have to feel the weight of it, grieve a little, and then dust myself off and move forward. Not allowing me that moment of grief actually hampers my ability to make progress. Truly trusting the Lord comes out of acknowledging a loss fully, not in denying the loss. But, I have learned to avoid those who hamper or hinder my grief process, well-intentioned as they may be..... I just remember that Jesus is where I need to take that pain.... He gets me.... 

In the show I watched, Joni said to find others who need your empathy.... and I cried and said, "Lord, I can't do anything... I am exhausted...I don't feel good...how can I serve? " And, then just at that moment, a friend of mine tagged me on Facebook for a woman who had questions regarding miscarriage, and suddenly, I was using what God had given me to help another person. He is kind and gentle like that.... Someone else would've said, "Go find a way to serve.." which isn't bad, but isn't helpful either..... but He always seems to say, "Look up, here is someone now...." 

Sorry so long... it has been a long day.... but, in the nitty gritty of life, we all need the opportunity of a long day... because these are the days that remind us of where we draw strength.... and it reminds us that He loves us and won't abandon us... and that we can count on Him and His faithfulness.... In Him we CAN be content no matter the circumstances.... "I can do all things through Him who strengthens me...."

Monday, October 12, 2015

The Power of "Story"


I hung up my laminated map... then noticed that the voyage of Nathaniel Bowditch that was traced on it was faded.... so I re-traced it... and remember the story... then I drew the voyage from a favorite book, By the Great Horn Spoon, on the map.... and then, I remembered the route of Gladys Aylward... and the Pilgrims... and Lewis and Clark.... and Esteban... The Witch of Blackbird Pond... and Mary Slessor and William Carey...
This sparked a discussion with my oldest son and my oldest daughter, my first and fifth children, as they recalled the stories that these voyages were connected with... and that led to us pouring over my library shelves, talking about various books that we have read... I am always amazed that when I read a title of a book that I have read in the past, not only do details come back to me that I would've thought I'd forgotten, but even moreso, the FEELINGS of how I felt when I read the book come back like a flood. We spent over two hours pulling books off the shelves and remembering the stories and the feelings... Someday, I'd like to be able to say that I read every book that I own, but right now, I could not say that... let's just say, I have a lot of books. ;-)
Listening to my kids talk about these stories, I thought about how passionate I feel about "story" and its impact on how we see the world.... The difference "story" has made in my life is incredible and hard to explain. It has made me who I am.
I can't say that I have been able to get all of my kids to love to read... partly because of learning challenges some have had..... but all of my kids LOVE "story." They all love what they learn from either reading "story" or hearing "story." A few have even learned from acting out "story" in plays or skits.
As I tell my Christian literature class, "story" is important to how we view the world and all truly good, classic stories will have an element of His Story... the story that our great Author is writing that we have become the characters in.... We step into the story at the precise time when He decides we should, and we do not know the next chapter until we step into it. When we read other people's stories and are confronted with their dilemmas, we have a little better understanding of the world we live in, what we believe about it, and how to cope with it.... and we are shaped, little by little, by what we read.
To me, reading and learning to love "story" is one of the most important aspects of becoming educated.... and when my kids talk about these books that I own...or relate stories from the most important Book-- THE Story.... my heart rests in knowing that they are truly becoming educated.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

How Can This Be?!







It was 6 years ago.... on an early Thursday morning, that the Lord began to speak to me about my sister....even though, the last emails I had received were positive and talked of her getting better and eventually going to a rehab facility, I sensed that something wasn't right.... I began to pray and sob and cry out to the Lord.... I wrestled for three hours at least, until finally around 3 am, I was able to pray, "Thy will be done...." Peace washed over me in that moment... I fell asleep....
Six hours later, I received the phone call that my sister was not going to survive her illness... I was told that she was not doing well during the night, and they worked on stabilizing her, but it wasn't until around 3 am that she finally stabilized... I was told that there was nothing more they could do....
We drove to Chicago, and I remember being swaddled in His peace.... all the way there... I kept thanking Him....I listened to praise music in the car and worshiped Him all the way to the hospital.... I was thankful that I had prayed that prayer the night before, and wasn't forced to do it now....
The Lord walked those days so very close to me.... when I walked into that hospital and saw my sister's body, and when I was in a different hospital 3 days later delivering Abigail. He was right there with me... He never left me..... I never felt Him closer than I did during that time...
I admit that I couldn't understand why my sister died, but I didn't really feel the need to question God why.... When I first got to the hospital, and found out that she had died a full hour before I arrived, all I could say, over and over was, "How can this be?" Remembering, even then, that these were the words that Mary asked the angel Gabriel when he revealed the miracle that God was going to do in her life. She didn't ask Him why, nor tell Him He couldn't, nor did she argue with Him, but only asked, "How? How can this be?"
That was what I wanted to know... "How can this be?" How can I live life without my sister? How can my sister's family live without her? How can my heart ever not be broken? How can I ever stop feeling alone?! How?!
But, He has been faithful every step of the way... He did not expect me to recover quickly, though it seemed like everyone else did... He did not expect me to pull myself together because life goes on........ His process of healing and recovery has been gentle, with an order to it, and a timeliness..... even when others wanted to rush me along, He never did.... so it has taken me this full 6 years to come this far.... I couldn't do it any faster....and some healing is still yet to come.....
I still don't have a lot of answers to my questions, but I do know this, "I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength," and that is how.......

Friday, October 3, 2014

What Needs to Come Out of the Closet... or Secrets of a Word Hoarder.....

The front page of "volume 2" of the family history....
     I have finally been able to work on cleaning out a closet that I have a lot of sentimental things stored in.... I had wanted to clean it out this past summer, but of course, with my recent illness, that did not happen. I am cleaning one shelf at a time, and the shelves are deep, so there is a lot to go through.... 

     I have a box that contains handwritten letters that I received the first year that I was married..... I read several, and cherished not only the words, but also the signatures which I consider the last treasure a person leaves behind on this earth when they depart. I was thinking about how nowadays, people don't write handwritten letters or leave behind their signatures.... it is all typed, and most of it not even printed.... I know that has been true for me, lately .... makes me a little sad....

     I pulled out old journals and saw hundreds... probably thousands of prayers written out... I can't even tell you how many journals I have, but 4 of them are 1 in. binders, crammed full,  plus, there are about 8 spiral bound notebooks... and I'm pretty sure there are a few little lock & key diaries as well... I'm sure no one will ever read them, (my kids claim they can't read my handwriting at all!) but I love to consider a particular event or date, and see if I have an entry close to that time and find out what I was thinking....

     My faith grew up in those journals!! And my words, when I read them, minister to me now as if they were brand new, written by someone else. I am usually shocked by my depth of insight 10 or 20 yrs. ago, as I feel like I am often re-learning so many things. It is interesting to see how some prayers have been answered and other prayers have been prayed over and over and over....not that they weren't answered, but rather that the heart continues to desire more and more....

     I pulled out my scrapbooks full of the Christmas newsletters I have written. I started writing my newsletters in December, 1990, with our firstborn's first Christmas. I have saved a copy of every newsletter, as well as photos, and have never missed a year, though there were many years when I considered it. In my very first Christmas newsletter, I promised, in the first paragraph, that it was my intention to record some of our family history and to keep a record every year thereafter, and I am so glad I have been able to do it. I don't know if people like to read them, (well, ok, I do know that SOME people like to read them because I have been told that I better not forget to send them.... LOL,) but my children LOVE them. 
A work in progress... newsletters with photos
 from every Christmas since 1990

     As you can imagine, I am way too detailed in my earlier writings (that improved some, but mostly out of necessity as we have had more children-- no one wants to read a 10 page newsletter!) 

     For awhile, at Advent, in the past, we would read one letter each night and look at the photographs. The younger children are particularly fascinated with this whole entire childhood their brothers lived before they themselves had come on the scene. The older boys love the reminiscing... I am always amazed at how so much of it seems like it was just yesterday.... and other things, I have completely forgotten!!! 

     I need a new scrapbook to hold the last few years. Plus, I have the "Special Edition" newsletters announcing births, mission trips, a move to a new house, and even a special announcement of a little one who was miscarried.... I confess, though I wrote them, I truly love my newsletters.

     I wonder how future generations will preserve their history? In the past, the way to do so was through letters, journals, old calendars, and even household ledgers... but so much of what people have written down now is also easily deleted... I have lost so much on crashed computers, it will make me sick if I think too hard about it.... One reason I write on my FB and this blog is because then, I know where it is. But, if something happens to these websites (like my first blog site that disappeared, ugh... ) then I will lose all of this history, too! 

     I know I do, indeed, live a bit too much in the past at times, but I love a good story, and what story do I know better than my own? My favorite aspect of my newsletters is seeing the transformation from the earliest letters to when I became a saved Christian and to see how my methods of sharing my experiences in Christ have matured and deepened over the years.... my faith has been shared in those Christmas newsletters!!! I hope others have been affected by that, but I have to say, it has probably affected ME the most!! When we share our own story of God's faithfulness, we can't help but be encouraged!

     What I want to know is.... what do other people do? 

     How do you preserve your family's history?! Leave a comment below... I'd love to hear your ideas!

Saturday, July 26, 2014

07-04-14 Pops Concert

07-04-14 Pops Concert



My son was at Masterworks near Winona Lake. This is the concert that the musicians held on the 4th of July. There is the opportunity to see my son, Zachary, running around acting like a dinosaur during a Jurassic Park musical tribute. :-)

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Finding Help and Hope for Dyslexia


*DISCLAIMER: Please keep in mind that the following is basically my opinion from my own experience with this issue. I am not a therapist, researcher, doctor or professional special education specialist. I am a mother of children with dyslexia, and I have researched on my own. I certainly may be incorrect on my own findings, in a broad general sense, but this article comes out of my own observations. I cannot be responsible for any inconsistencies that another person may find with their own experience with this issue. My hope is to offer encouragement to other parents seeking information to help their own children.


When I first realized my oldest son had something going on, it was actually when he was still in school, before I started homeschooling him. However, I assumed if there was a learning disability or some other issue, the school would recognize it, identify it, and offer a solution to the problem. Most people who haven't actually been involved with a child who has learning challenges make this assumption as well. I had many try to tell me what the school would do for my son if I put him back in school, even as I knew they were completely wrong. 

Instead, as I saw his ability to keep up in school and his emotional health deteriorate, I had to pull him out of school in 5th grade. I had to work with him for a couple of years, while researching furiously at the same time, until I found something that seemed likely. By the time I had looked at dyslexia, I had read about learning styles, temperaments and personality, visual spatial learning, sensory integration dysfunction, Asperger's Syndrome, expressive speech disorder, oral motor sensory disorder, and finally, dyslexia. It took me three years of my own researching to realize that this was the likely culprit, mainly because I had so many misunderstandings of what dyslexia encompassed. And, by then, I realized two more of my children had the signs as well. My oldest son was now 14 years old, and high school was looming on the horizon. I was so afraid I wouldn't know how to help him.

Now, let me say, many researchers/scientists/therapists/doctors, etc. also have various ideas of what dyslexia is or isn't and whether it is truly even a "disorder." For many it is too broad a diagnosis, for some it is too narrow. If a child is suspected of having dyslexia, and they are in the school system, it is often overlooked. If the child is intelligent enough and depending on the kind of dyslexia and the child's ability to compensate, it will often be considered a "behavioral" problem. 

Almost every person I have personally known who has had their child tested by the school system has told me that their child did not have dyslexia.... instead, they are "borderline." As I said in my last blog, to me, that is like being a "little bit pregnant." I have heard it so often, I could predict it before a child was tested. Some parents have such faith in the school system, they don't want to hear what I have to say about it.... though, after a few months of trying to work with the school, they will often THEN come back and ask me for more information.

It isn't that the school system wants children to fail, but parents have to realize that if the children are diagnosed with dyslexia, then the state HAS to pay for therapy.... and therapy is expensive.... so, you have to have just the right kind and right amount of trouble to get help. Most kids do not get the right kind of help. Most are not even tested unless a parent pushes for it. 

Private options are very expensive, and many places are not covered by insurance at all. We found one place where our insurance would actually cover 50% of the therapy (which was still very expensive...) or through my husband's employer, the Employee Assistance Program paid 80% . Since we found that three of our children had dyslexia and needed therapy, we went through the Employee Assistance Program. It was amazing to us that this option became known to us, as we did not know it existed until the very week that we were getting testing done for one of our sons. 

The greatest relief for me in our sons receiving therapy was that I was no longer trying to figure it out by myself... I was no longer guessing at what worked and what didn't work. My sons' all improved from the therapy and had a dramatic increase in their ability to read and comprehend. My oldest son suddenly loved reading books that were too difficult for him before, like, The Lord of the Rings Trilogy. He began writing his own book and wanted to learn more about writing. All of them learned about rules that helped them spell, so that they are now all good spellers. My own education about how to teach children with dyslexia expanded dramatically, and this helped my younger children.

One of the first things I noticed after they started their therapy was that dyslexia was no longer a big deal at our house... now it was an asset. Many people don't understand that when you have a brain that is prone to dyslexia, you have a very creative, intelligent, and sometimes downright amazing brain. When they are taught to deal with the difficulties, the positive elements begin to be released. 

Now, I know for some people, their dyslexia is much more severe than my sons' and they truly struggle their whole lives with it. More often than not, they were not able to receive the correct help either, which compounds the problem. Some receive help, but the dyslexia is severe enough to still be a problem. It is different with each person who has dyslexia. Even my brother who is in his 40's laments not being able to do something to correct the issues he still struggles with. He has learned many coping strategies, and has been successful because of how intelligent and gifted he is, but he feels frustrated because he is still so very limited. It isn't impossible at a later age to get the correct help, but it is harder... it takes time, determination, and unfortunately, money. 

Early intervention makes the most sense, but so many children who could be identified very young as being "prone" to dyslexia and could be taught so that they don't develop the full blown dyslexia that causes reading problems are not being caught because the schools often ignore it until it becomes a true problem... which isn't until about 4th or 5th grade... even then, it is often treated as mentioned before as a behavioral problem, and help may be delayed until junior high or high school... if ever.... 

So, what can be done? How can a dyslexic child be helped optimally while they are still young? I will think some more about this for my next blog. I will try to explain what has helped my younger children who all had dyslexic tendencies, but who are all doing very well with spelling, writing, and reading so far. (At ages 12, 9, 7, and 4.) The beauty of what I have learned to help my children, is that it works well for children who are NOT dyslexic. It is helpful to children who are just eager learners, ready to read. It only helps them to become even better readers. For those with dyslexic-prone brains, it doesn't mean that they will stop having dyslexic tendencies, but their weaknesses will be strengthened so their strengths can be released.



"Thy word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path..." Psalm 119:105

Saturday, March 1, 2014

Five Misconceptions I Had of Dyslexia




When parents first suspect their child may have dyslexia, and they ask me about testing, I often wonder if they have any idea what they are really getting into. My mind immediately goes back to the memories of those days of frightening confusion when I didn't know what was wrong or what to do. So much research I had to do on my own because there simply wasn't a good way to get testing or help... for quite awhile, I didn't even understand what I was dealing with.

Now, when I talk with parents about what dyslexia is, I can see right away that their previous misconceptions about it are being blown apart. There is an intense, hopeful interest mixed with fear on their faces..... "Could this be it?"

Learning about dyslexia and how to help a child dealing with it can be very overwhelming! I thought I'd write about the five most prominent misconceptions that I faced when I began this journey with my 8 children, starting 14 years ago with my first child who had been struggling in 4th grade in the public school system.

1. Dyslexics write their letters backwards.

First misconception for me was that I thought having dyslexia meant my child would write letters backwards.... but my oldest son never did. Most of my kids did occasionally, but it wasn't a persistent problem with all but one. Some kids are more visual-spatial and have difficulty remembering orientation of their letters when writing, but they do not see letters backwards, moved around, nor read them incorrectly.... Out of all my 8 kids who, so far, have had some degree of dyslexic tendency, the child who wrote letters backwards the most does not actually have dyslexia.

2. Teachers would've recognized my son's dyslexia in school and would've warned me.

Second misconception for me was that I thought teachers were trained to understand how to spot classic dyslexic tendencies..... but, they are not. This means children who are not severe will often get overlooked in the younger grades. They may recognize a child is below average in their ability to achieve in their reading class, but as long as they are making progress, those children are not often screened for dyslexia or other learning problems... the children will suddenly start struggling in school around 4th or 5th grade because the vocabulary gets larger and more abstract, and now their underachieving is often seen as a "behavior" problem. I can't tell you how many times I heard, "If he would just do his homework, he'd be fine." That was not really true.... he was doing his homework, but we were going through hell every night to get it done.

3. Schools would use correct teaching methods to teach my children to read.

Third misconception for me was that the schools understood the importance of teaching children to sound out words using explicit phonics .... but many schools teach sight words... for a child who has a dyslexic-prone brain, learning sight words at a young age is like a death knell for being able to learn to read well. The way my son was taught to read in school actually reinforced his dyslexia. No amount of help that the school could offer my son would have actually helped because they weren't using a proper method. As long as preschools and kindergartens are insisting on teaching young children sight words before they actually learn to decode, you will always have some children developing dyslexia.

4. All we need to do is get tested, and then we can get the help we need.

Fourth misconception for me was that if we discover the problem and get a diagnosis, then we can get therapy. Every place we looked for private help was prohibitively expensive. Most testing was around $400-600 when we looked into it, but it is even more expensive now. And most therapy is thousands and thousands of dollars.I remember feeling like my children's education was being held for ransom. The "solution" is to test through the schools, right? That is "free." So, they say.

The trouble is, if your child is only mildly dyslexic or has developed certain coping mechanisms, then that child will not test as "dyslexic." I can't even begin to tell you how many people have told me their children were tested, and before they could even say it, I would say, "Let me guess, he's borderline." That is the diagnosis they give for a child who isn't severe enough to receive therapy. (Remember, the school has to PAY for the therapy if the child is diagnosed!)

They might suggest some helpful tips, etc. and depending on how the child learns to cope and if he has parental help at home, he may eventually do well in spite of school, but many children never get the help they need because they were just "borderline." To me, that is like being "a little bit pregnant." If you have dyslexic tendencies, you need to be taught like a dyslexic. How many kids are continuing to struggle in school because they were borderline and were simply considered "underachievers?"

We did find a way to do private testing, and the Lord provided for the cost of therapy, so we did not go through the school, but I have had so many people tell me the same story after they sought school testing. If that is the only way you can get testing, be mindful what the results are saying and not saying. It doesn't mean your child doesn't need help if he is "borderline."

5. My child will never be able to succeed!

Fifth misconception for me was that my children were doomed. Even with homeschooling, trying to work through each subject each year was so challenging, and I constantly worried about whether I taught enough or whether they were capable of learning enough. I wondered if my oldest child could ever go to college (which is something he very much wanted to be able to do.)

What a blessing for me to find out that dyslexic children tend to be highly gifted! They have creative, intelligent, spatial, engineering, inventive, amazing minds. A therapist for dyslexia once told me that because of their intelligence, many children who were behind in school as children will excel as adults. I have actually seen this with family members, but also it is quite common in history. Albert Einstein who is considered one of the most intelligent men to have lived was probably dyslexic... as was Leonardo Da Vinci.... many actors, many artists... many successful businessmen!

The academic standard of success is actually quite faulty, and having been an overachiever myself where academics were easy for me, I would have continued to use this faulty measure if it hadn't been for my brilliant and talented children who struggled with their academics. I have had to undergo a paradigm shift in how I think about education and success. This was a good thing to learn!

I saw such a change in my own son when he finally received the proper tools to help him decode words. His reading comprehension soared, and he, who struggled to finish homeschool high school, was able to go to a community college and get an associates degree in computer programming... he was on the Dean's List three times and received academic recognition at one point. He loves to learn on his own now, studying Shakespeare, learning about history, learning how to write better, and is teaching himself Italian... Believe me, I NEVER saw that coming when he was a child!

Dyslexia is a gift! 

I learned that dyslexia is truly a gift, which only makes sense, since God is the One who created these amazing minds! I have learned SO much over the past 14 years since I took my son out of the public school system and began to teach him myself. I am thankful for what I have learned, as I have been able to encourage other parents of children who learn differently. I have been able to learn how to streamline the ways that I teach my younger children so that we are having success in learning to read without much difficulty, though on a different timetable from the academic world.

We have learned how to take into account their relationships with God and others, looking at their character built from hard work, and THEN looking at how they are doing with learning. Their relationships and their character are often a much better standard of measure for success.

I am thankful for my children's creative, intelligent, dyslexic minds!

Under His Wing.....