I was determined to do good on Halloween because I really dislike the day. I know that makes me sound like a cranky self righteous Christian. I don't think I am... but the fact is the day is a downer to me, and the concept goes against much of what I teach my children about faith, character, and health.
I'm just going to say this- I love you, but if you are sorry for my kids because their mom hates Halloween, don't. I have happy kids without Halloween, without Santa Claus, and without the Easter Bunny. And without television.
In the past we gave out candy and decorated pumpkins. This is fun to see our friends in their costumes, but our friends have mostly all moved away and even when I turn out the lights, people still ring my doorbell. Quite frankly, it annoys me.
I thought about going shopping for operation Christmas Child, but I wasn't feeling it. No, I knew I was supposed to participate in Trunks of Treats at church. So I signed up... and then I realized I didn't have a car- or a trunk to decorate since Sook would be at work. I almost turned to scratch my name off the list when my spirit said, "I told you to do this." That was Sunday.
Monday we got a car. I needed it for several reasons but Trunks of Treats was one. God, thanks for my new (to me) mini van.
Thanks for a beautiful Halloween night. Thanks for the precious children that came and obediently said, "thank you" after their parent's reminder. Thank you for giving my children something to be excited for. Thank you for making me step out in faith and do this. Thanks that my husband did the same and willingly bought me a nice car. Thank you for your peace. Thank you that my kids are creative enough to come up with some homemade costume ideas.
Oh yeah, and thank you for my church. What wonderful people to surround myself with on such a night.
I have decided that progress equals utter destruction of my house.
I got so much done, and at 2am it looked like a tornado going through. It was 2am because I had to clean up after the progress, and that is the time I gave up. At 2:30 someone came down to my room, announced she was not feeling well, and threw up on the one clean spot in my bedroom.
And that is what my days have seemed like for some time.
And my kids have been n-a-u-g-h-t-y!!!
And I have felt a little achy.
As I was digging through loads of clean laundry on the floor, hoping that a spider wouldn't decide to show itself (I know they are in there), looking for a clean pair of underwear for my 3 year old who peed in bed at the crack of dawn, I started singing an old hymn, "Blessed be the name, blessed be the name, blessed be the name of the Lord."
I smiled, and in my thoughts I said, "even when I get woken up way too early, even when I can't clear a path to my bathroom, even when my washing machine is about to die, even when I have no idea what's for lunch, even when.... still I will bless the name of the Lord."
You can say it in almost any situation:
Even when I can't find my keys.
Even when I am the homeschool mom who can't control her kids in Goodwill at noon on Friday.
Even when colored sand is spilled all over the kitchen table.
Even when I say something seven times and no one heard me.
Even when the one thing I put on my to-do list... and I only put one thing on there because I wanted to make sure that it got done.... even when it didn't get done.
...still I will bless the name of the Lord.
Habakkuk 3:17-19
Though the fig tree may not blossom, Nor fruit be on the vines; Though the labor of the olive may fail, And the fields yield no food. Though the flock may be cut off from the fold, And there be no herd in the stalls-- Yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation. The Lord God is my strength; He will make my feet like deer's feet, And He will make me walk on my high hills.
I am thankful for songs and verses that ring out in my mind to fill me with the truth of what is really important.
Bless the Lord.
Psalm 103:
Bless the Lord, O my soul; And all that is within me, bless His holy name!
Bless the Lord, o my soul, And forget not all His benefits: Who forgives all your iniquities; Who heals all of your diseases, Who redeems your live from destruction, Who crowns you with loving kindness and tender mercies, Who satisfied your mouth with good things, So that your youth is renewed like the eagle's.
The Lord executes righteousness and justice for all who are oppressed. He made known His ways to Moses, His acts to the children of Israel. the Lord is merciful and gracious, Slow to anger, and abounding in mercy.
...He has not delt with us according to our sins, Nor punished us according to our iniquities For as the heavens are high above the earth, so great is His mercy toward those who fear Him; As far as the east is from the west, So far has He removed our transgressions from us...
...the Lord pities those who fear Him. For He knows our frame; he remembers that we are dust...
....Bless the Lord, Oh my soul!
The sun comes up, it's a new day dawning Its time to sing your song again Whatever may pass and whatever lies before us Let us be singing when the evening comes.
When he calls, I tell the kids to be quiet...my boyfriend is calling.
It just seems appropriate. Not so business-y.
Yesterday I stepped out in my (thankfully) fenced in backyard and just about leaned over to beat my head on the deck railing. TWO MONTHS ago the kids slept in the backyard, and the tent, although taken down, still lay on the patio. I've asked him countless times to take care of that. That is a dad's job, right?
I almost got mad. Then I realized there was no good reason why I shouldn't put it away.
I also realized that since I have been working more than usual, he gets five or six good hours of sleep a night, and since we have only one car, he must leave when I return. Oh, and we have been living meal to meal (no car to get groceries). There isn't much down time.
Grace is needed in this house. Liberally, for everyone.
Oh, yeah. He messes up. But he also seems to work things out. He always finds a way. His way, yes... but it is a way. And what is it all for if I can't sit back and enjoy the view. I love that man.
It hit me a while back that, although I think it is ultimately the husband's job to set the family on the right track, it is the wife that makes the husband shine. They are men, they think like men. That is what makes them so wonderful, yet they are not women, and we (I) have a tendency to expect that they should think more like me.
So there may be incredible men out there whose fabulous skills are being graffitied on by a women's judgement. God forbid that to be true of us.
(I realize the opposite is true as well, but my job is to bless my husband and not my own womanhood. Therefore I shall stick to my point.)
I pray I always view him as the man I am hopelessly in love with, my hero, and my best friend.
1. I am thankful that Ellie's birthday is in fall so that we have an excuse to go to the farm in the fall. There is nothing like it in my opinion. I reserve the right to change my mind after Thailand.
And thankful for Aunt Karen's pond :)
Plus we get to visit the pumpkin patch.
2. I am thankful for the vast educational opportunities in the country.
3. I am thankful for my Ellie.
Even Jesus gave her a birthday present. A full double rainbow. Her nickname is rainbow, she has a rainbow personality.
The kids ran in and said, "Mom, you have GOT to see this! It's about Ellie and God!"
I'm thankful that a rainbow reminds my kids about God. And I'm thankful that Jesus reminded us about His promises and blessed Ellie with a rainbow on her birthday.
I'm starting my Thanksgiving a little early... It's one of my favorite times of year, minus Halloween. So I try to ignore it. I won't judge you if you like Halloween, I simply do not. Not the witches, not the annoying task of finding four or five costumes, and not pillowcases full of candy.
But Thanksgiving is so uplifting. Giving thanks is uplifting. I like the history behind the holiday. And I love pie.
So I'm starting my thanks early- not that you shouldn't find time to give thanks year round... I just especially like it now. So today I'm thankful for my space.
In reality, its not really my own. Someone is always in my space. And it is fairly small, especially since I was raised on a farm with wide open spaces. But every now and then, I remember that there is space that I don't enjoy on a daily basis.
Like in the corners of my backyard, which was a perfect place to be on this amazing day. As we took a walk around my neighborhood, I felt a bit of jealousy of my neighbors whose houses are placed on the edge of the subdivision. One street faces a golf course, and one a hilly pasture.
I'm seeing an art trend here! I wanted to write something deep but it's late and I was ready for bed two hours ago. I'm thankful for this, too. Natural Art.
In the midst of changing weather, changing leaves, and refreshed spirit... I love natural art. I believe that most all art comes from nature. Look at art from different parts of the world, they often have characteristics of plants or animals in the environment in which the art came from. I love almost all forms of art, but the very best kind is the ever changing view from my front window... or back, or windshield.
God is the original and perfect artist, even down to the creatures at the bottom of the sea. Even to the stars in the sky. And the best part is that his art has a fantastic purpose.
And it's free. All we have to do is take the time to appreciate it.
Every day possible, I will post a thanksgiving or two A) because I'd like to skip Halloween and B) I will be gone for a while, and may not be able to blog... so let's get this started now!
I am compiling thoughts on household posts for a right time. But this is the time for giving thanks.
Today, I loved coming home to this:
A child's creativity that is free from external hindrances is the most pure form of art that I know. And I am honored to be the mother of four incredibly creative children. I get to know them and love them for every unique quality. I get to be excited with them when they discover something new and I get to hang their handicrafts on my refrigerator. I get to watch their made up plays and "professional" skating shows. I get to hold them and tell them how wonderfully they were made. I get to be the one to love my children just as I would want to be loved. Which is, to be wholly valued for exactly what I am. Thankfully, God loves me like that, and has put others in my life to do the same. I get to give my children a glimpse of God's love. Thank you, God, for making me a mother. I would never know this kind of love without the opportunity of motherhood.
