So when I go to work and I hear this news:
A certain employee worked on Monday, went home to her mother and two children. Her ex-boyfriend showed up with a gun and shot and killed both women in front of the children. The two year old, who was the child of the shooter, was held by the grandmother when she was shot. The older child took the toddler and ran to the neighbor's house and they were unharmed. Incidentally, the older child had witness his father's death two years earlier.
I decide I have nothing to complain about today.
Please pray for these precious children.
Friday, July 29, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
The Bright Side
Bad news has a way of paralyzing me. I avoid it whenever possible. I also have unreasonably high expectiations that neither I nor anyone else can achieve. Because of these two traits, I am up and down throughout the day. That's why I like God. He says he has promised to take care of me, that I don't need to worry about anything. (Matthew 6:19-34)
Is faith it a crutch? Is it just something nice to believe in so we can keep going? I've asked myself these questions many times. My answer is it's not a crutch, it's more like an electric wheelchair, and I would never be this passionate about simply thinking happy thoughts.
Seeing isn't always believing. That makes it a little harder.
Faith is, to me, is a choice of what to believe. It's a matter of perspective and priorities. If my priority is me, I'll be depressed because I'll never be pleased. Self centerness is a horrible epidemic that I have been swept in to many times. It never satisfies self.
In this world, there are good things and bad things. Many people focus on the bad because it seems to bring attention to itself. The news, for instance, is mostly bad. The workplace is a breeding ground for complaining and negativity. Marriage mixed with selfishness always produces grumblings. Somehow we think that the bad overshadows the good and we dwell on it.
What if we flipped that? What if the good was a bright light that outshown the bad? What if, instead of letting the negative diminish the positive we put prioity on the good? One of my favorite hymns says, "Turn your eyes upon Jesus, look full in His wonderful face, and the things on earth will grow stragely dim in the light of His glory and grace."
What if the decline of overall satisfaction and the rise of fear has to do with dwelling on it? Are we generally more unsatisfied with our political leaders simply because we know everything about them? Do we lack heros because we dig for everyone's downfalls?
What if the "things on earth" are just a part of the picture? What if there are forces we cannot see? What if all that we complain about and fear is just a tiny speck of rock in a mountain of gems? I believe it is.
What if great and mighty things are happening in the physical that we don't know about? What if the good news is being filtered out of the information bombarding us? I am sure of this.
That is why I don't think that being optomistic is not an escape from reality. I think our reality is clear in God's word, which says, " in this world, you will have many trials and sorrows. But take heart, because I have overcome the world." John 16:33
Positive attitudes are rather a weapon to battle through the sorrows. I am NOT saying I always feel like smiling. However, I do always have a word I can grab on to in order to catch a glimpse of the unseen gems. Dear God, show me the gems.
Is faith it a crutch? Is it just something nice to believe in so we can keep going? I've asked myself these questions many times. My answer is it's not a crutch, it's more like an electric wheelchair, and I would never be this passionate about simply thinking happy thoughts.
Seeing isn't always believing. That makes it a little harder.
Faith is, to me, is a choice of what to believe. It's a matter of perspective and priorities. If my priority is me, I'll be depressed because I'll never be pleased. Self centerness is a horrible epidemic that I have been swept in to many times. It never satisfies self.
In this world, there are good things and bad things. Many people focus on the bad because it seems to bring attention to itself. The news, for instance, is mostly bad. The workplace is a breeding ground for complaining and negativity. Marriage mixed with selfishness always produces grumblings. Somehow we think that the bad overshadows the good and we dwell on it.
What if we flipped that? What if the good was a bright light that outshown the bad? What if, instead of letting the negative diminish the positive we put prioity on the good? One of my favorite hymns says, "Turn your eyes upon Jesus, look full in His wonderful face, and the things on earth will grow stragely dim in the light of His glory and grace."
What if the decline of overall satisfaction and the rise of fear has to do with dwelling on it? Are we generally more unsatisfied with our political leaders simply because we know everything about them? Do we lack heros because we dig for everyone's downfalls?
What if the "things on earth" are just a part of the picture? What if there are forces we cannot see? What if all that we complain about and fear is just a tiny speck of rock in a mountain of gems? I believe it is.
What if great and mighty things are happening in the physical that we don't know about? What if the good news is being filtered out of the information bombarding us? I am sure of this.
That is why I don't think that being optomistic is not an escape from reality. I think our reality is clear in God's word, which says, " in this world, you will have many trials and sorrows. But take heart, because I have overcome the world." John 16:33
Positive attitudes are rather a weapon to battle through the sorrows. I am NOT saying I always feel like smiling. However, I do always have a word I can grab on to in order to catch a glimpse of the unseen gems. Dear God, show me the gems.
Monday, July 25, 2011
Spreading The Love
I currently have four girls in the house- 5,6,7, and 8. One word. Drama.
This morning after an epic showdown, Savannah and I had a discussions about self control. She asked, " WHY do I always make the bad choice?"
So we talked about what we could do when we start to get angry.
1. Recognize that Satan wants you to get angry and hit. Don't listen to him.
2. God is love. Say it over and over until you can be like God, use his love to love instead of hurt.
After lunch, I sent Savannah downstairs to fold laundry because she needed to separate herself from everyone again. She reacted in anger at first, but when I went down the stairs I saw a pillowcase with something in it and a note.
"Dear whoever saw this note,
Open the present behind me. If it is a basketball, play with it in the park.
Love you, From Savannah."It made me smile.
One angry response seems to upset the whole house...maybe one loving response can repair it?
That's what we are working on today.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Faith Project
In Target a few weeks ago, a book called "Happiness Project" caught my eye. I did not buy it and I have not read it. I've just read the cover which would obviously not be enough information for a good critique. But what I gathered from the cover was this author spent a year doing things like singing in the morning, reading Aristotle, cleaning closets, and having more fun in order to being happy.
If I have some time, I may read it out of curiosity. I'm sure I'd learn something from it.
But the thing is that I've tried some of these things, and what I've found is that in the effort to "be happy" comes more work and more opportunity for disappointment. I have, at times, been inspired to plant more flowers, which results in half of them dying. You see, more flowers equals more work and I already don't have the time to maintain what I do have so why would I be able to handle one more bed of flowers?
On the other hand, the ones that do manage to live I enjoy thoroughly.
How about having more fun? If I make it a goal to have more fun, it becomes work for me. Then it really isn't fun and if I do not have more fun after making the goal to have more fun, I am very frustrated.
..............And don't even get me started on cleaning.
I don't know if this is realistic to everyone or if it's just because I am a discouraged perfectionist. My conclusion is that working at being happy does not make me happy. And although one of my biggest pet peeves is when a christian takes a popular secular item and makes a more "spiritual" version, I am pleading not guilty since I'm not selling anything. I'm just a mom writing down what my thoughts were in Target.
For over a year now, I have had my own "Faith Project" (which I started before learning about this book by the way). And only now do I feel as though my heart is ready for phase one, which is: forgetting what I see or feel and to make God's promises which are in His word a reality. This also includes refraining from manipulating my circumstances but simply listening to what God tells me through my spirit and doing it.
I can't tell you a whole lot about this now since I've only begun. I'm only depending on the promise that God is truth whether I see my prayers answered physically or not. So no big wonderful testimony yet. Except that if one were to look at my current circumstances they may not see anything to praise God for, but that is what I have in my heart. Anticipation, joy, peace, more love, more grace, more confidence, and....more happiness. Not to say fear does not try to creep in. But God's word says, "I do not have the spirit of fear, but of power, love, and a sound mind." So I repeat it often. Praise God.
If I have some time, I may read it out of curiosity. I'm sure I'd learn something from it.
But the thing is that I've tried some of these things, and what I've found is that in the effort to "be happy" comes more work and more opportunity for disappointment. I have, at times, been inspired to plant more flowers, which results in half of them dying. You see, more flowers equals more work and I already don't have the time to maintain what I do have so why would I be able to handle one more bed of flowers?
On the other hand, the ones that do manage to live I enjoy thoroughly.
How about having more fun? If I make it a goal to have more fun, it becomes work for me. Then it really isn't fun and if I do not have more fun after making the goal to have more fun, I am very frustrated.
..............And don't even get me started on cleaning.
I don't know if this is realistic to everyone or if it's just because I am a discouraged perfectionist. My conclusion is that working at being happy does not make me happy. And although one of my biggest pet peeves is when a christian takes a popular secular item and makes a more "spiritual" version, I am pleading not guilty since I'm not selling anything. I'm just a mom writing down what my thoughts were in Target.
For over a year now, I have had my own "Faith Project" (which I started before learning about this book by the way). And only now do I feel as though my heart is ready for phase one, which is: forgetting what I see or feel and to make God's promises which are in His word a reality. This also includes refraining from manipulating my circumstances but simply listening to what God tells me through my spirit and doing it.
I can't tell you a whole lot about this now since I've only begun. I'm only depending on the promise that God is truth whether I see my prayers answered physically or not. So no big wonderful testimony yet. Except that if one were to look at my current circumstances they may not see anything to praise God for, but that is what I have in my heart. Anticipation, joy, peace, more love, more grace, more confidence, and....more happiness. Not to say fear does not try to creep in. But God's word says, "I do not have the spirit of fear, but of power, love, and a sound mind." So I repeat it often. Praise God.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Check
Get up to take a shower. Check.
Help my girls make breakfast. Check.
Dress Max. Check.
Go to the ATM. Check.
Break my 20. With Coffee. Check.
Attend and enjoy Bible study. Check.
Pick up Chinese food. Check.
Lunch. Check.
Mandate quiet time. Check.
Go to the pool. Check.
Leave early due to bad behavior. Check.
Discipline, witness repentance, gave hugs. Check.
Helped Brooke make snack/supper. Check.
Put a load of laundry in to soak. Check.
Washed a load of dishes. Check.
Played a conversation game I learned about in my "Bringing up Girls" study. Check.
Took the four girls to VBS. Check.
Took Max to Hobby Lobby for tomorrow's art project. Check.
Forgot to stop at the quick shop for a sucker and Pepsi. Drove by the house and went back. Check.
Managed to see Daddy for 10 minutes before he left for the night. Check.
Picked the girls up from VBS. Check.
Started the laundry cycle. Check.
Gave a snack, blessed each child, read books, tucked them in, tucked them in again. Check.
Called Mom. Check.
Blogged. Soon to check.
10,000 things left to do, yet every minute had meaning.
Moms, don't underestimate your daily accomplishments.
Help my girls make breakfast. Check.
Dress Max. Check.
Go to the ATM. Check.
Break my 20. With Coffee. Check.
Attend and enjoy Bible study. Check.
Pick up Chinese food. Check.
Lunch. Check.
Mandate quiet time. Check.
Go to the pool. Check.
Leave early due to bad behavior. Check.
Discipline, witness repentance, gave hugs. Check.
Helped Brooke make snack/supper. Check.
Put a load of laundry in to soak. Check.
Washed a load of dishes. Check.
Played a conversation game I learned about in my "Bringing up Girls" study. Check.
Took the four girls to VBS. Check.
Took Max to Hobby Lobby for tomorrow's art project. Check.
Forgot to stop at the quick shop for a sucker and Pepsi. Drove by the house and went back. Check.
Managed to see Daddy for 10 minutes before he left for the night. Check.
Picked the girls up from VBS. Check.
Started the laundry cycle. Check.
Gave a snack, blessed each child, read books, tucked them in, tucked them in again. Check.
Called Mom. Check.
Blogged. Soon to check.
10,000 things left to do, yet every minute had meaning.
Moms, don't underestimate your daily accomplishments.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Spill
I'm calm now.
Earlier, I was a flood of emotions- mostly joy. Whether it be from hormones or circumstances or divine thought processing, I was about to burst. And I did on my way home from church as my children loudly sang, "I trust in Jesus, my great deliverer, my strong defender, Son of God" . Tears fell with one hand raised. Savannah was saying, "you're weird" with her look. I had to laugh.
My niece, Ellie, moved from our house to my Mom and Dad's last Christmas and now is back for a week and a half. I really missed her but didn't realize how much. My love for her is as my own children, and is the primary motivation for moving back to where I grew up, a place I never thought I'd be.
I am excited to move close so we can learn together once again, to go on trips, to practice cartwheels, to play basketball, and make so many more memories together. My excitement is somewhat hindered, though, by my past I so desperately wanted to forget. I found who I was little by little after leaving that town. And though I still love the people there, I am haunted by scars I once carried, and I will not be forced to fit in any one's box.
These scars are trying to reopen with every attempt people make to question my decision to home school. They may not be questioning me directly, but if it weren't for my relentless pursuit to home school my niece, she would be taking a very different path right now. So I have tried to think of a proper response if and when I am confronted again. I don't wish to hold on to grudges or build walls. I just want the freedom to do that which I feel is best for my family.
The reasons are endless, but first and foremost this sums it up:
1. I went to that school, and don't wish that on my family. If something didn't work for me, why would I do the same thing for them? I also don't wish to revisit my past by repeatedly entering those walls.
2. (Most) every time I look at each of those children, I wish for more time with them. I wonder where the time has gone and wish it would slow down a little so they wouldn't grow so fast. I want to spend time with them every day. I want to watch them understand concepts, draw pictures, and reenact stories. I want to be the one to take them to the zoo and blaze the trail with them. I want to be in on their jokes, make cinnamon rolls together, and experiment over and over again. I want to be the one they talk to about their fears and sadness. My heart would break if I gave that responsibility to one that didn't know how sensitive Summer is or who didn't appreciate Savannah's curious nature. I just don't want them to leave.
3. For the most part, I am in awe of what successful home school families accomplish. There is a negative stereotype, but people just need to get over it. I attended a two week camp after my freshman year of college which happened to be before public school had ended, and therefore most of the attendees were home schooled. I was blown away. My best friend there was a year younger than I was and was in her junior year in college, pursuing a degree in pre-law. She was absolutely beautiful but what caught my attention was how sweet she was and so easy to talk to. She was not awkward socially or physically, as were most of the others there. These were real people, not trying to show anyone up or fit in. Real, intelligent, people.
4. Growing up, I knew the Bible well and I knew how to be a good person. I did not know, however, to live like a Christian. I didn't live like I really believed. I want to instill true Christian values in my kids. For instance, loving everyone- not tearing them down. Not judging. Trusting always. Never worrying. Praying constantly. If I had known how to live like a follower of Christ, I wouldn't have had self condemnation or tried to prove myself to anyone. That is what I wish for my children, when they are 18, not 34.
5. I had no intention to home school until one morning in MOPS when I heard one mother talk and I just knew. Before I got all of the kids out of the car, I was telling Sook about it. There was no doubt in his support. I can't imagine life any other way. This is what God has told us to do, and if you disagree, then you are disagreeing with God. And that brings me to my last point.
6. I won't tell anyone what to do with their kids, so please don't offer unsolicited opinions to us. This is a very personal decision and has been thought through very carefully. There are things I don't wish to share with just any advice-giver to justify my position, but I can assure you, I know what I'm doing. Don't assume my kids' quirks are due to home school. Other kids have quirks too. They are just being kids. They DO attend a school, a private one, and it is perfectly legal. They ARE learning, and they are happy.
There you go. Even if you didn't get through this long, long post, I will have written out my thoughts. I wish to get along with everyone, to belong to a community, to enjoy to positive benefits of a small town filled with wonderful people. However, my priority is not always to be polite. It is, instead, always for the well being of my children.
Blessings.
Earlier, I was a flood of emotions- mostly joy. Whether it be from hormones or circumstances or divine thought processing, I was about to burst. And I did on my way home from church as my children loudly sang, "I trust in Jesus, my great deliverer, my strong defender, Son of God" . Tears fell with one hand raised. Savannah was saying, "you're weird" with her look. I had to laugh.
My niece, Ellie, moved from our house to my Mom and Dad's last Christmas and now is back for a week and a half. I really missed her but didn't realize how much. My love for her is as my own children, and is the primary motivation for moving back to where I grew up, a place I never thought I'd be.
I am excited to move close so we can learn together once again, to go on trips, to practice cartwheels, to play basketball, and make so many more memories together. My excitement is somewhat hindered, though, by my past I so desperately wanted to forget. I found who I was little by little after leaving that town. And though I still love the people there, I am haunted by scars I once carried, and I will not be forced to fit in any one's box.
These scars are trying to reopen with every attempt people make to question my decision to home school. They may not be questioning me directly, but if it weren't for my relentless pursuit to home school my niece, she would be taking a very different path right now. So I have tried to think of a proper response if and when I am confronted again. I don't wish to hold on to grudges or build walls. I just want the freedom to do that which I feel is best for my family.
The reasons are endless, but first and foremost this sums it up:
1. I went to that school, and don't wish that on my family. If something didn't work for me, why would I do the same thing for them? I also don't wish to revisit my past by repeatedly entering those walls.
2. (Most) every time I look at each of those children, I wish for more time with them. I wonder where the time has gone and wish it would slow down a little so they wouldn't grow so fast. I want to spend time with them every day. I want to watch them understand concepts, draw pictures, and reenact stories. I want to be the one to take them to the zoo and blaze the trail with them. I want to be in on their jokes, make cinnamon rolls together, and experiment over and over again. I want to be the one they talk to about their fears and sadness. My heart would break if I gave that responsibility to one that didn't know how sensitive Summer is or who didn't appreciate Savannah's curious nature. I just don't want them to leave.
3. For the most part, I am in awe of what successful home school families accomplish. There is a negative stereotype, but people just need to get over it. I attended a two week camp after my freshman year of college which happened to be before public school had ended, and therefore most of the attendees were home schooled. I was blown away. My best friend there was a year younger than I was and was in her junior year in college, pursuing a degree in pre-law. She was absolutely beautiful but what caught my attention was how sweet she was and so easy to talk to. She was not awkward socially or physically, as were most of the others there. These were real people, not trying to show anyone up or fit in. Real, intelligent, people.
4. Growing up, I knew the Bible well and I knew how to be a good person. I did not know, however, to live like a Christian. I didn't live like I really believed. I want to instill true Christian values in my kids. For instance, loving everyone- not tearing them down. Not judging. Trusting always. Never worrying. Praying constantly. If I had known how to live like a follower of Christ, I wouldn't have had self condemnation or tried to prove myself to anyone. That is what I wish for my children, when they are 18, not 34.
5. I had no intention to home school until one morning in MOPS when I heard one mother talk and I just knew. Before I got all of the kids out of the car, I was telling Sook about it. There was no doubt in his support. I can't imagine life any other way. This is what God has told us to do, and if you disagree, then you are disagreeing with God. And that brings me to my last point.
6. I won't tell anyone what to do with their kids, so please don't offer unsolicited opinions to us. This is a very personal decision and has been thought through very carefully. There are things I don't wish to share with just any advice-giver to justify my position, but I can assure you, I know what I'm doing. Don't assume my kids' quirks are due to home school. Other kids have quirks too. They are just being kids. They DO attend a school, a private one, and it is perfectly legal. They ARE learning, and they are happy.
There you go. Even if you didn't get through this long, long post, I will have written out my thoughts. I wish to get along with everyone, to belong to a community, to enjoy to positive benefits of a small town filled with wonderful people. However, my priority is not always to be polite. It is, instead, always for the well being of my children.
Blessings.
Friday, July 15, 2011
Back To Two
The older two were gone this week.
I have loved the time with Max and Brooke. And missed the others terribly.
Isn't it interesting how you learn something about your children when perspectives or environments change?
I wish I could give each of them my undivided attention more, yet I don't want any less. Maybe even more.
Funny how Mamas think.
I have loved the time with Max and Brooke. And missed the others terribly.
Isn't it interesting how you learn something about your children when perspectives or environments change?
I wish I could give each of them my undivided attention more, yet I don't want any less. Maybe even more.
Funny how Mamas think.
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