Home Sweet Home--the culture that keeps on giving!

It is so wonderful to be home and to sleep in my own bed and to be surrounded by familiar everything. I feel so blessed to have a home that feels like a haven. I also feel blessed, though, to have been able to meet so many wonderful women while on the road this season.  I have lots and lots of thoughts swirling around in my head that I will be sharing over the next weeks. One thing that has been at the forefront is a book I have been reading called "Culture Makers." First Clay read it and then Sarah and now me. Books tend to get passed a lot in our family. I love the concepts presented because it is so much a picture of motherhood. We are Culture Makers in our homes when we teach the truth about God and His word, but then it can't stop there. We must embody the truth in the way we behave, the way we set up our homes, the way we speak, the way we cook, the way we relate and so on. 

So many treat God as though He is an idea or thought to be understood--that the thinking of God is superior to everything else. However, it is the incarnation of God--God living in our flesh--living and breathing through everything we do, that makes Him real to our children. 

Once I was in the kitchen with one of my children when they were making a cup of tea and waiting for it to steep as we all moved toward our hour long reading time in our own areas (a habit I started when they were very small--the rule was that everyone had to stay relatively quiet for an hour--they could either read or take a nap!) But it is how I helped the kids develop the habit of reading--I would bribe them with rewards as they read through their basket of books-but that is for another article.)

Each one of us could take hot chocolate, tea, coffee or whatever to our reading time to make it a little more cozy. Anyway, this child said, "You know, a lot of our friends act like God makes them unhappy and sour." What do you mean, I asked. "Well, they have a stern look on their faces and say no a lot and look like having fun is against the rules. But in our house, God is the one who made Chile peppers for fajitas and Celtic music to dance to and stars to sleep out under on our porch and holidays to celebrate and jokes to laugh at and backs to scratch and tickle--our God is big and fun and good and interesting and loving and true. I like that kind of a God better."

As I have been reading this book, I have realized again, how true my child's statement is. If you want to build a value system and cultural values into a person, you can't just tell them what they are supposed to do--you have to model it--live it out. In other words, you can't just say, "Jesus said the most important thing we are supposed to do is to love one another," But if you want it to sink in, you have to spend focussed time with the one you love and listen to them; give words of life and build them up; have fun, shared experiences with them; minister to them when they are sick or tired; appreciate their dreams; support them and forgive them when they have failed--then they do not just hear love as a word--but they experience love as a reality and capture in their own lives what it means to love.

Similarly, if we want to change our own culture (which is very liberal and post modern), we can't just say, "People should be married for life and love each other and raise children and avoid sexual immorality." We can't just tell people what is right and wrong, they must experience it in our lives and see it and know it in their mind and in their experience. We show people the reality of family and marriage by inviting them in our home for meals, by loving them actively and serving them as a family when they have a need; by hosting them on holidays and by sharing Christ with them in our words and with our cups of cold water.

I have thought long and hard about why we live in such a post modern culture and how people can so readily accept a liberal, non-traditional paradigm. I think, to a great degree, it is because paradigm of home is changed. There used to be a mom who cooks real meals and nurses her children and creates a life-giving atmosphere and reads to her children and plays with them and makes chocolate chip cookies for the neighborhood children in the midst of teaching the truth of the gospel and praying in front of her children and serving others as a part of family life. 

However in the last years, many, many moms have gone to work and moved across from their own families, so there are few relationships and less traditions. Women put their children in day care or lots of activities and pick up fast food and place their children in front of the tv instead of having real conversations at dinner time; and their children, who long for relationship and affirmation, attach themselves to their peers and whoever has the time to spend with them and show them love. Consequently, when it used to be parents who passed on morality and faith; now, it is the outside culture--peers, tv and movie culture--but not primarily the family or community of believers who are close and share life together. I don't think it is necessarily an issue of a mom working or not--as a matter of fact, as I read more history, I see that moms have worked throughout the years--some had gardens and sold their produce; some took in laundry or sewed or  ran a country store with her husband. But the issue was that the home was the center of life, the moms were devoted to serving their children and the children worked side by side with their parents and learned about life with them. The outside influence and peer dependence was so much less and not a way of normal life--and the media interruption of the family hours together was non-existent. 

So, whereas a hundred years ago, most people became Christians through their homes (as a survey of 1898 shows) and it was because that is where they logged time and built relationships. Not so in modern times.

That makes the role of motherhood extremely important in our days--that we build life culture in such a way that it builds anchors from our children's hearts to our hearts; that it gives them a reason to always think of home as the best place to be; that we are inviting others into our home so they, too, will catch the family culture and then seek to build it for themselves.

It has given me even more reason to do the mom heart ministry. We want God to raise up leaders all over the world who cannot only teach the Biblical foundations of motherhood and the importance of passing on righteousness to the next generation. But we need there to be leaders to teach and then serve a cup of tea and light a candle and invite these moms into our lives and homes so that the younger moms can hear it and taste it and be served by us as Jesus served His disciples.

That is why Jesus didn't just give lectures to His disciples. He taught them and then lived with them; traveled with them, served them, healed their family members, cooked them meals and fed them. They heard Him and they felt His nearness and love--and that is the reason His disciples were willing to follow Him to their death, serving Him and His kingdom.

May the Lord bless you in your own little kingdom of life today and give you the grace to teach it and then live it well and with joy.

Love and blessings to all of you.

 I have been so blessed by angels this season who gave us little blessings--someone has cleaned my home while I was gone, others have brought meals, others gave a love gift so that I was able to have some treats in Asheville and Clay was able to take all the kids out in New York City to a fun cafe while the older three kids rendezvoused with him there. we have had prayer warriors and cards and in so many ways we have been strengthened--all have given life-giving grace to us. I have to say, I have never traveled so much and I have never in any other year felt so strengthened and helped in our ministry. Thanks so much to so many of you who have made a difference for us.

So again, love, grace and peace to you all!

Sally 

PS I still don't have a computer and we are waiting to see if I have all my hard drive stuff on another storage place online. Clay had an emergency in his family and so was gone for a week before our Dallas conference, then 2 weeks on the road and then another week in Texas trying to take care of the emergency--so we have not been together to figure out what we are going to do about computers until this week. I am on Joy's computer and so don't have much time to answer my mail or respond--as she needs it and she had it while I was away. I have read all my letters and do pray for the moms who write--but I haven't had the time or means to write back!All that to say, please forgive me for not responding to emails or comments! I haven't had the means! Thanks for grace!

Back in Asheville again!

Dear Ones, I have intended to write but have just been gently trying to catch up and refresh a little from all the travels and speaking engagements. I am in Ashville, North Carolina again--seems we have been here 5 or 6 years for a few days in Spring to ponder life, eat well and catch up on rest. Sarah and I have been here together. It started when she was a teen and we were living in Nashville and we snuck away for a few days to begin the writing of a book I think I will try to finish this summer. You will read the story of how we discovered a wonderful place when the book comes out so I will let that be a surprise to those of you who don't yet know the story. It is a gift to be able to get away with this precious, first born. Indeed, she is one of the deepest, most beautiful of souls that I ever invest time with--and again just being with her is filling my soul. Sarah reads and ponders and thinks and evaluates life constantly (sound familiar?) and she also enjoys all the things I enjoy, so it is a gift to both of us.

Why do I love Asheville? It embodies much of what I enjoy--physical beauty--mountains, flowers beginning to bloom this time of year; old, artistic architecture; great homemade food--organic and whole and fresh in many of the restaurants; great music; wonderful bookstores; lots of trails and neighborhoods to walk and numerous places that serve a great cup of tea. (Chealsea's tea room has been a place we have visited for many years at least once during our stay. A great little cafe and shops in the Biltmore village area.)

We brought my wonderful, dear friend, Lynn Custer, with us for one day. She has taught many mom's groups for 12 years and has traveled with us all over the United States, at her own expense, for many years--just to be able to help moms. We wanted to spoil her just a bit for all the faithful labor she has accomplished. We took her to a new, cute cafe where we enjoyed a lovely breakfast. It is called Tomato Jam Cafe. Great tasting, huge whole wheat bisquits (had some yeast in them.) Potato pancakes, grilled with Applewood bacon and wonderful, grits. A lovely little four year old girl greatly entertained me as she sat near her mom, who was busy cooking our breakfast, and cut out an owl. She reminded me so much of Sarah when she was a little girl-so it was great to be in this environment.

Walking downtown, we came upon several bookstores, old and new, which definitely required a couple of hours of our time. And then an antique store beckoned and we obeyed. Each of us found treasure with our name on it! Sarah found old, hard-back books for a dollar apiece; Lynn found some beautiful glass-wear that she has been collecting since she was married; and I found 4 sconces with glass--two large and two small, for table-side candles. They all had the glass in tact, so I couldn't resist (the large pair were $45 in one part of the store--and I found another identical pair in the back of the store for $15--so I had to get them! The others were brass and were only $8. I can't afford much with all of these older children in my family who are in school, driving cars, using computers and wanting to eat and wear clothes in the midst!)

We walk miles and miles while we are here--to the nearby grave yard where O'Henry and Thomas Wolfe are buried. Also, by the old, rambling turn of the century homes with grand porches and great yards. We stopped in at a local Jamaican cafe where we split a delightfully spicy meal of grilled veg's, fish over almond, rice--and then walked home. I could go on and on--but then I wouldn't get to write in my journal and dream of what God has for me and my family. It is good to get away and ponder--the Lord always shows up and I get refueled enough to create new dreams. (How do I afford this? I put away $10-20 dollars a  month in a special little hidden drawer all year long--and if I get any Christmas or birthday money of a windfall--there it goes--it is how I have afforded many pleasures over the years with my children--rigorous saving of dollars and dimes that I can then go to for fun, special occasions. It is also how many moms afford our conferences--by saving all year--a bit here and a bit there!)

This has become a very special time for Joy, too. She is such an extrovert and dearly loves the families we are close to--so she gets to stay with 3 families and plays her heart out in between classes, and dance and her regular babysitting job for Mops! She loves the ways she is spoiled and makes memories with her friends. (I have adopted friends as family since we don't really have any family that our kids can stay with--I found I had to learn to create my own support systems and small groups and accountabilty and friends over the years--by planning, initiating, and providing a structure through which fellowship could take place.--More on that in another article! But the Lord has indeed built some angel friends into my life!)

Why do Clay and I not travel together? Sweet Clay decided years ago that he would almost always rather stay at home and not travel in between our conferences--so since he knew I needed the break, (when I go on my little trips like this--there are no dishes to wash, meals to cook, people who know where I am--just total invisibility) he would always help me plan these times during  his busy writing season when he has to work long hours. He loves home as a haven and can't be away from the office very long without it overtaking him, so he stays home and so enjoys home. I am very grateful for a husband who blesses me by allowing me to get away! And I am so blessed to have built, in my home, my own very best friend to go with me! (Though, all of my kids are really my closest friends and that is why I do take them alone on trips--to have talk time and to search souls together while on adventures!)

However, do please pray for Clay this week as he is on his way to Texas (after having been gone from home for 2 weeks), where his brother will meet with him. They found some big issues confronting their 86 year old mom--of a financial sort--that has developed in the few months since we last saw her and her capacity for perceiving reality has gone downhill. Please pray for grace and wisdom and provision for Clay and his brother as they seek a solution for his mom--who probably cannot stay by herself any more--but the cost for such help is almost beyond us--so yet another place where we will have to rely on the Lord.

There are so many ideas and dreams that have bubbled up during this time which I will be sharing in the future weeks--what does it mean to step out expectantly in faith? What is the result of complacency and passivity for believers? How do we provide structures in which blessed fellowship takes place so that we our selves may be nurtured? What does it mean, in a good Biblical sense, to wrestle with God? Why is work so important? and much more.

I was so blessed today, when Sarah, who has been very weary from so much travel, said, "Mom, I think all children should grow up working as hard as we have had to and learning to serve people as we have. It gives them a pattern to follow the rest of their lives! Sure I get tired, but when I have had a good night of sleep, I see how necessary it is to keep going and keep working and keep reaching out!"

Thank you, Lord. I often feel that my children could be tempted to be critical of the amount of work they have had to do to help us in our ministry--but so far, by God's grace, their attitudes turn to thankfulness--at least most of the time!

So, tomorrow, we will be back in the saddle again--one more airplane, hauling more books, setting up more tables, sleeping on one more hotel bed as we speak for three days at the Hearts at Home conference in Normal, Illinois. I look forward to seeing many of you there. I know the Lord will be there to encourage and bring hope to many as He has done for me this week.

Blessings to you of God's grace, peace and beauty today! Sally@who leheart.org

Angel hands, angel words and angel help

"Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for He who promised is faithful; and let us consider how to stimulate one another to love and good deeds, not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another and all the more as you see the day drawign near." Hebrews 10: 23-25

This morning, in our small group Bible study which I co-teach with a friend, a sweet mom was so overwhelmed with her children that when we showed just a little tiny bit of interest and sympathy for her, she burst out sobbing and told us what an awful mother she was. Ends up, she hasn't gotten any sleep with a small baby and 3 other children under 7. No wonder she was falling apart! She is tired and weary. She has had no help or relief in the past weeks and just needed some love and prayer. I was so very happy she came to our group today, because the Lord was waiting to encourage her through lots of others, but if she had not come, she would not have felt the fellowship of the Lord, His love, His words of encouragement or His direction--because the sweet mom would have been alone and as a person alone, we become a target for Satan's arrows of defeat and discouragement.

I remember one time when we had just moved to a new city and I was feeling quite alone,  a lady at the check out stand of a grocery store was very sweet to me and asked, unexpectedly just how I was really doing. She said, "You look like you just need to know someone cares." Well, I didn't even know that I was close to tears, but just her kindness brought tears to my eyes and she gave me a hug and when I got to the car, I thought--she was just a check out clerk--but she became an angel to me just to know that someone in the world cared!

We all need sympathy, love, help and encouraging words. We all feel inadequate at times and just knowing we are not alone is so important. I have also realized lately that all of us moms who are believers have the Holy Spirit working in us and it drives us to wanting to be involved in ministry--but the ministry of being God's voice, words, hands, touch and help to those who are in our personal lives, could be the ministry He wants to use us in today.  Some moms are great at meals, some are practical, some are encouragers. But all of us who decide to initiate life-giving to those around us--including our children--could be the difference in them being faithful and having hope and in them giving up or giving in to despair or moral failure. I see this especially in young 20 somethings--when they feel alone--they are most tempted to give up their hope and foundations---but it is also especially true of young moms. That is why I am so committed to starting small groups all over the world to give grace and strength to those who are called to ideals. It is praying for one another and loving one another that we will build community and love and friendship.

There have been years in my life and ministry when I have felt very alone and overwhelmed. But this is a season in which I see God's angel helpers everywhere I go. This season, we have had precious friends helping with meals for our workers and for us at each conference. We have had precious families traveling at their own expense just to come and help at conferences because they want to help and encourage in this Biblical call of parenting a righteous generation in their homes by giving to moms who come to our conferences. The children who are helping have given and served tirelessly for hours. 

We have had moms volunteer to pray and help us every week--I think it has made a difference everywhere we have gone as we see sweet women's lives being softened to the word and to the Lord. We have had the most delicious meals waiting the evening we get home--my house is pretty empty of food right now as we are traveling so much--and these meals have been an enormous blessing and I didn't even have to shop or wash dishes! 

Now, I even have had an angel friend whose husband is going to try to recover the information on my hard drive. And those who have written emails or notes are amazing--I have had strength and resilience this season like no other. Another group gave a love offering to bless our family--just happens Clay is flying to New York for a conference and now he will be able to bless our kids (Sarah, Joel and Nathan are meeting up there with him for a family time--and he will be able to treat them all to dinner because of this precious gift. I might even think of some small way I can bless Joy while we are home and traveling away from the others--as she has described herself this week as fragile and so I think she needs a little boost of love in the midst of giving and going and serving.)

All of us can be channels of the Holy Spirit's love, grace and encouragement every day--it just takes a few minutes to be an angel messenger of God's grace to someone--even to your own children--just ask to be a vessel and then initiate those words that are in your heart, that baked bread or cup of tea or phone call. I know that these small, loving acts of God's grace have blessed me so very much and have helped me to keep going. If all of us had an angel friend of some kind each week spurring us on to excellence and faith, we would all be such better warriors in this battle for our children's souls. I hope some angel person ministers to you today! I know that many of you will also be God's angel messengers this week to those who are feeling invisible or alone. I appreciate so much those who have been such to us and it makes me want to keep giving and giving because so many of you are a blessing to me!

I got my tires fixed, am borrowing Joy's computer and have hope I might have a new hard drive installed on my own computer this week. Please pray for Clay and Sarah as they leave tomorrow. (Please pray for health and strength for both of them.) Also, please pray for Joy and me as we travel to speak in Baltimore this weekend. Then next weekend Joy and I will hold the fort down here in Colorado Springs alone before leaving for the Mom's conference in Raleigh! Then finally we will end up in Normal, Ill. for the Hearts at Home conference. God is so good and we are so blessed to be able to share of his goodness with others. May all of you know His goodness and love today. Many thanks and many blessings.

Sally

Never, never a dull moment!

What a wonderful time we had in Dallas this weekend. Since it was the first place we held our conferences, it is a homecoming of sorts to our family. It is so fun, too, because we have friends who travel with us from here to help, as well as board members who fly in to help and we have so much fun catching up and making new memories that all of us have great fellowship--even if we are a bit tired. I have developed a theory that God gives speaker/writer types an adventurous life so that they will always have new chapters to write or stories to tell to show His truth and greatness. But, sometimes I don't know what it all means and just live through it. After our conference in Charlotte, I had to stop by a gas station on the way home from the airport to go to the Lady's room. In it, I found a sweet, lost little pregnant girl sitting on the floor of the bathroom with no money and no one to help her and so we picker her up and had to take her eventually to the police and find a safe place for her as she was on the amber alert. It made us three hours later getting home. It is a long story and it made me even more committed to trying to reach parents because all of her problems could be traced to her being abandoned as a baby by her teen pregnant mom and all the ensuing being tossed from here to there in her life time. More on that someday later. 

Then, when we flew home from California, we arrived at the airport about midnight. Clay was driving and noticed that the car in front of him was weaving from side to side. He commented, "I bet that guy is drunk and I bet he is going to have a wreck." Just after he said this, the car tried to take a turn to the left in front of us and he missed it and turned horizontally into a deep ditch. So, once again, Clay stopped to get out and help the guys who were in the car to be sure no one was hurt.

Then, I commented to the girls last night before we got off our plane, "Let's see if we can just go home from the airport--no more adventures tonight!" (Clay was driving the car and books and stuff home from Texas--the girls were flying!) Finally we got to our car and it was the dark of night and I jumped in the passenger side as Sarah started the car to drive off with Joy in the back and the car started going, "Ker plunk, ker plunk, ker plunk." Oh, mom, I think we have a flat tire!" was the comment of dear Sarah. Sure enough, our front left tire was all the way flat. So, once again, we were delayed in getting home. Now it makes me suspicious what Joy and I will find when we get back from Baltimore next Saturday night-------!!!!!!!

This morning, the first thing, I had to take my computer in to the Mac store as it totally blacked out. The words I heard were, "I think it might be the hard drive." So, I am praying I can get all my info off and hoping for a rather eventless rest of the week. But I am blessed and happy to be home. More soon! (Pray I can get my books and articles and addresses off my computer, please. I need an angel-mac person to preform a miracle!)

Blessings!

PS Just found out that is is my hard drive and the Mac store can't open it. Might have to turn it into a hard drive retrieval place in California. Does anyone out there know of a better way or group or person who could help get my info back from my Mac? Thanks ahead of time.

Sally@wholeheart.org

Living out the reality of God in your home

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I am off to Dallas in a couple of days and I look so forward to seeing so many moms there. I consider it such a privilege to be able to serve God by serving moms, because they are the trainers and developers of leaders of the next generation. Often people have asked me why I am traveling so much and working so hard at this season of life. I have to. I keep hearing of precious young adults who are compromising their morals, giving up their faith, making decisions that bring about scars in their hearts and souls. I sometimes feel that I have only a limited time to reach as many moms and parents as I can in my lifetime and I want to meet Jesus face to face and be able to say, "I gave my whole heart and time and life to you and your kingdom's cause because I love you. You are worthy of all of my praise and moments and life. I treasure you and sought to be a steward of all the wonderful truth you taught me." We must each take serious our responsibility to be a steward of His grace, love and redemption.

Our young adult children are confronted more than ever with post modern values. Almost every movie, television show, book has an expectation of immorality, infidelity, impurity. Our children are confronted with it at every turn. There are fewer and fewer models that we can point to, to say, "follow His pattern of leadership, of sacrifice, of holiness."

That is why we must, in our homes, be a true and vibrant picture of the living God, of the depth of Jesus. However, we must ponder often what that means. I have asked myself often just what it is that is causing so many of our older children to fall. My children have precious friends who have grown up with godly parents and heard all the messages of the gospel, and yet they still turn away from God. Many of these parents were faithful and wonderful. But I will share with you what I am learning.

It is a very lonely world out there for godly children. They will find few young adults with strong values and  convictions. They will have to stand alone again and again amongst the crowd--the veritable sea of people who are not living with a paradigm of faithfulness to their creator. Loneliness is very difficult to bear over and over and over again. Therefore, we need to stand in the gap, to be there for our children, to reach out to them, to understand their temptation, to keep giving and giving and giving--to continue being the servant leader that Jesus was.

But there is something else I have been thinking about. Often, in our zealousness, we live by fear in the presence of our children. We tell them of the harsh realities of the world, we make them memorize verses, we indoctrinate them with our philosophy and focus on their behavior--we follow methods and formulas and law. But we must understand that it is only when we reach their hearts and pass on a true love of God that they will become engaged in His life.

I have focused my past few years of spiritual life on Jesus Himself. Jesus is, according to Hebrews 1:3, "The radiance of His glory, the exact representation of his nature, and upholds all things by the word of His power." In other words, when you see Jesus, you see God, himself, living in the flesh."

Looking at Jesus is to look and behold God himself. Jesus was a man who walked on water, was tossed about in the stormy sea on a smelly fishing boat, he held a picnic and satisfied the hunger of thousands of people several times--he didn't just talk about truth, he satiated hunger of rumbling stomachs. Jesus touched the untouchables--he touched with tenderness and love a prostitute, lepers, sick and dying. He held and fondled on his knee children and laughed with them and loved them. Jesus was not afraid to rage at the religious leaders who led people in legalism and performance but were not compassionate--he was not afraid of the rulers. He talked of birds, trees, lilies, mountains, and creation. Jesus washed one hundred and twenty dirty toes, the night before he died, and wiped them tenderly with a towel as a mother bathes the children she loves. He celebrated and drank wine at a wedding, cooked fish on the beach and validated women for their service and tender love of himself.

People have often asked me why I emphasize beauty--art, candles, beautiful music, a cup of tea, cinnamon rolls, great stories and books and celebrating life. It is because I want to bring the reality of God and His life into my home. He painted the skies and the flowers, her touched human flesh, he gave a capacity to think, he told epoch stories through prophets and in his sermons, he fed and celebrated amongst his own disciples. He comforted the sad, healed the broken hearted, inspired the vigorous young men amongst him to live for a kingdom that would never end. He modeled, through his every waking hour, the vast love, compassion, holiness, beauty, touchable food, and servant leadership that expresses the very heart of God. Jesus is not just a thought to be understood, a verse to be memorized, but a living, breathing, vibrant, loving, personal God who lives and breathes amongst us in my home each day. He is the way and He is with us along the way.

It is the life and reality of a God who came to love and serve and redeem that is what my children long for in their hearts. They experience this through my life and service and love and excellence and faith and confident celebration of life. I can only give to them what I have found by loving Him on my own, by seeing  Him with my own eyes, but understanding Him in my own quiet time and then living from a soul fully engaged in Him. The joy of life, which is contagious, comes from being in His presence and enjoying Him. (In His presence is fullness of joy and in His right hand are pleasures evermore. Do I experience this? Do I believe it? Do I live it?)

In my personal relationship with my children where I love and value and serve them as Jesus did His own disciples, my children will not just hear of doctrine and manners and chores, but they will feel the touch of Christ, the compassion of Christ, the encouraging words of Christ and they will learn to love Him because they have felt and seen and lived love in the minutes of our lives together. Even as Jesus said, "I will never leave you or forsake you," so I will let my children know, "I will never leave you or forsake you--I will be praying for you, I will celebrate life with you (and cook for you and give you gift cards when you are far away from me.) and you can tell me anything and I will be your friend and companion as well as your leader and guide.

Love will be the foundation of our discipleship relationship as love is the foundation of Jesus' relationship with me.

So when our children are out in the world, (Jesus said he would not take His disciples out of the world, but he asked the father to keep them from the evil one--to deliver them from temptation--we must send our disciples into the world as Jesus did, when they have been trained and understood the kingdom and the King, that when they are mature, they can also be redeemers.), we will still be with them, close to them, pursuing them and active  in their lives. Lonely children, even young adults, always need to have someone to lift them up, to encourage them, to believe in them, to help them--it is the way of discipleship, motherhood and servant leadership--it is the reality of Christ lived through us.

So, as I go to spread these messages, I would so appreciate your prayers, for safety in travel, for health for my family as we serve, for my children to stay faithful and to live in His strength and reality, as I feel that as Clay and I are serving our wonderful Lord, Satan hates us even more and my children become targets. Please pray for them and for us. I so appreciate so many of you who help and give and serve and pray for us together in the ministry God has called us to. May each of you be blessed and prosper in His grace, strength and love today.

Kind words soften the heart momheart blog post

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Joy, 5 years ago, being dragged around to conferences.

Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless.

Mother Theresa

So often as a mom, I have had grand ideals and plans of how I would influence and inspire my children. Yet it has been in the small moments that came upon me unexpectedly, those that take you totally by surprise, when the heart of what I have left my child has been most truly felt and left an eternal mark. And so, through time, I have learned to become aware at those moments to take notice, and to seek to make in investment of love, resisting what could be a forever memory of conflict. Kind words, chose well, can move a child to faith for a lifetime.

A memory of Joy from a few years ago entered my mind recently as I was praying for her to find the grace to face some difficulties in her own life. Each January for many years, our family served together at 4 national Mom Heart Conferences. These conferences were exhausting, required a lot of patience and commitment and tested all of our ability to endure well.

It had been a very long weekend--the third of such weekends. Lots of wonderful women chattering, asking questions, sharing hearts; speaking, praying, encouraging, laughing. One more conference with 4 more to go before our 20 day mission trip ending the season. And now, we were leaving the hotel to spend a day with friends. Everyone's adrenalin was down and our tempers were short.

It is always a challenge to round up all the "stuff" we spend 3-4 days spreading out over our hotel rooms. A mess bomb had exploded everywhere, as the 15 people working with us helped us to spread it all around. Remnants of papers and copies of name-tags,  as we register women and have notebooks, stamp the bookmarks to give out, have snacks and food crumbs and leftovers we eat away from the crowds with our staff and helpers, Bibles, notes, hair spray, shoes, bathing suits, hangers, towels, ibuprofen, and lots of other little things. Somehow getting it all back in the bags the same way seems harder than when we started out.

I was bone-tired and was feeling  the weariness a little more with each year. The girls had been working long hours at registration, putting up boxes of books, setting up tables. They had spent countless hours running cash registers and putting gifts and chocolate out for all the women to enjoy, going to bed late and getting up early. Everyone did their job as expected without being asked or followed. Our family all knows the routine and what is expected.

But at this moment, as we were to check out of the hotel, and Sarah and Clay and I were walking down the hall to the elevator, Joy said, "Hey, wait! I want to get my sweater out of my bag. Just as I turned around to look at her, I saw her reach into her bag and accidentally dump the whole contents of her suitcase on the hall floor, with hair bands and brushes, shoes and books, shampoo and lip gloss, and a swim suit rolling everywhere.

A "You need to be more careful! Why did you hold up the suitcase when you were unzipping it?!" was on the edge of my tongue. I did not feel like putting down my suitcase, computer bag, purse, coat, and Clay's shoes that were all barely juggled in my grip. But, something inside me nudged my heart and I pictured this sweet teenage girl, working, greeting, smiling and helping all weekend long. I knew this was not the time to scold or to be impatient, though I felt all of this on the edge of my attitude, waiting to spill over.

I put everything down and walked toward her. "I am so very sorry it all fell out. You must feel so frustrated and if you are as tired as I am, you could use a real rest. Let me help you."

"By the way, did I tell you how amazed I was at how hard you worked this weekend? You were such a trooper. You are handling yourself like a pro. I can't believe you can work such long hours without anyone telling you. I really appreciate you, honey, and know you must be bone tired." I chattered as I picked up and folded with her. How thankful I was that the Holy Spirit had put his finger on my heart. I saw eyes of anger  and defense change into gentle eyes--glad to be understood. She really didn't drop this whole bag of clothes just to further irritate me on a tiresome morning! And  she really was a great 13 year old.

Grace--a cup of cold water to a thirsty body; a bouquet of flowers on a winter window sill; a kind patient timely word; a rescue to a four year old who drops his whole plate of food or spills one more cup of milk; a cup of tea for a hormonal girl; a back rub and chocolate chip cookies to an overwrought teen boy; instrumental music and a candle lit with a warm meal for a grumpy husband so worried about finances when he comes home from a hard day of work.

Grace is the undeserved and unforeseen act of kindness and patience that totally changes moments. It is the noble soul exercised toward the humble, needy and grateful.

I am so very thankful that I have received so much grace from my wonderful heavenly Father. He keeps loving and giving and bearing with me through all my immature and awkward moments of life. Grace changes everything and redeems amazingly. Just thoughts running through my mind on Sunday morning before church.

I received gifts of grace in my own moments of ministry the last few weeks. A beautiful blue Spode tea cup (one of my favorites now), with my favorite tea, with my favorite chocolates to encourage me in the midst. Friends who travel far and work with us, with no benefits to themselves, just for the joy of serving--these are graces that stay in my heart and speak to me of His love seen through the actions of others near by. A lovely hot meal waiting when I return from a trip.

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Because we were all so very depleted, we decided to follow up our "packing" Sunday morning with a breakfast on Crystal Cove beach with friends. Somehow, playing and restoring out in the beautiful California sea, followed up  with avocado and bacon omelets and whole grain, apple pancakes in a seaside cafe--was just the recipe we all needed to begin to restore our emotional equilibrium,  before engaging in life again in teh outside world. Taking time to fill our cups with grace was most needed.   Work hard, play hard. Laugh at least a little to keep the relationships intact. And now, this Crystal Cove visit has become a yearly tradition. Looking forward to playing always makes working easier.

I am grateful.

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Perfect! Not a word high on my vocabulary as an expectation of life

Joy with two of her sweet girlfriends--none perfect but all precious.

I wrote the blog below a couple of years ago, but thought it might be relevant now. The hardest part for me and for my children as public figures is that our public life is so unreal compared to our personal lives. My children love just being home without anyone watching or expecting them to be "Clarksons." I am such a normal person who plods along, but my heart is for Jesus and He is all the good I have. So, though written a couple of years ago, still applies today! Here it is:

When I was in California recently, I had several experiences that were similar. Basically all of them were about how perfect they thought my life and kids must be. If I had expected perfection as a goal for my children, my marriage or my behavior, I know from the start I would be guaranteed failure. What about, "All have sinned and fall short of the glory of God." Romans"There is none righteous, no not one." Isaiah

"He is mindful that we are but dust." Psalm 103

"Wretched man that I am. Who will set me free?" Paul about himself in Romans 7One mom said, "It is easy for Sally to make her home a life-giving place. But I live in a condominium."

I began to learn to be life-giving when I was living in a tiny house (900 square feet) in Vienna whose walls leaked rain when we had storms and where we had pigeons in the attic (named them Walter!)

But it was there, when I looked out on a gray, drab apartment building outside my window, that was 8 stories high. All windows were the same, drab and dirty. But in one window sill, someone had planted a flower box full  of red geraniums. In a wall of gray, the beautiful flowers stood out like a flame.

I decided right then that I would be like that one apartment out of hundreds--that no matter how small or old, I would bring life and beauty to my home--that I would create life as God did.

But of course I learned as I went. It was not house beautiful, but beauty in the house.

Next came cooking and baking. Learned as I went. Some meals were a success. Some a failure. Some just not to the taste of my family. (Hate to waste my time on unappreciative people!)But this meant years of days of dirty dishes and pots and pans and bowls in the sink. Our home is always in the process of being in and out of messes.

Didn't ever even think about being a mom when I was a young single woman--hate to admit it but it was true! I wanted to be in love and get married, but I was never one of those who longed for a baby--eventually got to that, but had to learn how to love my children and my noisy home and all the demands. it was not natural to me--but I leaned into it and learned how slowly but surely.

As one of my children say, "Mom, our days have not been easy and we have had no support systems and I don't know how we made it, but we have lots of great memories."

I had to learn almost everything that I now do. I have taught myself to cook, decorate, educate my children, how to become more mature in marriage; how to do chores and work (didn't grow up doing it!), how to nurse my babies (even when one doctor told me that I might cause my child brain damage because I had been sick with the flu when she was born and she was a high risk baby.) Moved 17 times, had 3 asthmatics, 3 ocd kids, one adhd, fires (one in Vienna), floods (3 in our house), etc. (smile)

In the midst of such a life, there are lots of ups and downs. Children are immature and a mess, teens are self-centered and self-absorbed; and all are sinful. But, I have a picture of being a redeemer--bringing light in the darkness, moving along on the pathway of ideals and maturity one step at a time, while holding God's hand.

Same with my children. My goal was reaching their hearts with the love of God and showing them His reality, so that they could find His grace and truth every day. Now that is doable. All I have to do is love God every day. Love Him, and show Him to my children. Since I am not expected by God to be perfect, I don't expect them to be either. No one likes to live in a place where failure is likely to happen all the time. If moms expect perfection, then their children will want to run far from them. If women think God wants them to be perfect, they will always live in guilt and defeat or eventually want to quit their ideals, because there will be no joy.

Now, I will admit, that feeling inadequate is a mantle I am likely to wear many times, as I have always struggled with my "imperfect personality." Seems from time to time I put my foot in my mouth. But that is why I knew my children needed to live in a home of grace, because I needed God's grace every day.

It is as I seek to celebrate life, live in grace, know his love and appreciate His gentleness and compassion, that it grows in my heart. I have not always known how to walk this journey, but I have always had a hand to hold on to and wisdom to practice and apply.  It is journey--a long distance run. Not a perfect husband. Not a perfect wife. Not perfect devotionals or perfect method of discipline. Just a grace walk. Not perfect children--but children with great hearts, best friends, loving, living, laughing, sharing, arguing, being petty and then getting back to the center one more time to do it all over again.

Now I am off to eat a chocolate chip cookie--even my diet and self-discipline isn't perfect--but I think after a tiring year, I am going to just enjoy myself and rest and worry about losing 10 pounds in one week another time!

PS A great blog entry that you will love: http://www.goodmorninggirls.org/ Thanks sweet Angela!

What I am doing in the whirl of life

Sweet Friends,I miss being in touch with you. But at this moment my heart is full of joy and satisfaction. I see the goodness of the Lord and His faithfulness as I reflect on my life. I had so much fun last weekend. I was in Nashville with some friends that started a coop for moms with me 18 years ago. I taught passionately, at that time, that if a mom stayed centered in her walk with the Lord and loved Him in front of her children, that she would be fruitful and productive in everything she did. And I was convinced that all moms needed a support group of some kind--kindred spirits to pray with, to hold hands with, to giggle and have fun and cry with and who would keep each other focussed on the Lord and His ideals.

It was such an encouragement to me to see how faithful these friends had been to keep the small group system going in the Nashville area for all those years. They have kept the faith, loved their husbands, and their children and sought to build a godly legacy in their homes. We can all see the amazing faithfulness of the Lord. What a heritage I have found in friendships that hold together from the glue of doing ministry together. I had a chance to share a lot of these ideals with the new group of moms that have joined their small group and it is so good to see that foundational things never change, they just become more clear.

I also see that if we view God as loving and life-giving and redeeming--a God who is a champion for our cause and on our side and patient with us--and we live that out before our children in our home, they will catch it. But if we have in our heart thoughts about a God who is disappointed with us or condemning us, our children will read that God in our behavior and never learn the joy and love and grace of the Lord. I have so realized that those who water the right plants of faith, hope and love in their hearts, remain steadfast. How blessed I am to walk in the company of such women.

But before I spoke on Friday-Saturday, I had flown to Nashville a day early so that I could stay with my oldest, beloved friend, Gwen Todd, in Kentucky--the first friend who taught me the value of commitment and love in working alongside if her in ministry. We are indeed like sisters. Gwen moved back from Vienna, Austria to take care of her beloved mom who is 93 and has alzheimers.

Just happened Gwen didn't meet me at the airport. I found out that she was stuck in her Kentucky cottage with her mom and had been there for 3 days and nights without electricity, or lights or heat in the midst of the ice storm. She couldn't leave her home because of her mom's fragility. So, my sweet friend loaned me a car, I stopped at a store and quickly picked up a meal and drove to Kentucky. It was like a ghost town--no stop lights worked, no lights anywhere, trees fallen in the street that I had to dodge in the dark. But there ahead after 2 hours of driving through a lot of darkness, I saw a candle in the window of one house amidst a street of darkness--it was the candle my friend had lit for me! So I eased into her driveway. I actually knocked countless ice cycles off the bushes as I climbed out of the car. It was a winter wonderland even in the dark. When I went to the door, there was my sweet friend, with candles aglow everywhere. She had found out i was coming through a very short cell phone call that had finally, after 2 days, gone through, and had waiting for me some chips and cheese--the last fresh package of cold food.

What a fun memory we made eating in candle-light, storing up one more memory of adventure. How thankful I was to be of encouragement to her in the midst of feeling alone in the dark--as she has helped me through years and years of crisis in my own home and she adopted my children when there was no other family to love them. So I owed her in a big way and was so blessed to sit in our gowns, cuddled under piles of blankets and enjoying the candlelight and life.

Now, to a favorite meal Sarah and Joy and I have been eating since we got home from the Charlotte, NC conference. My friend Cindy was the inspiration for these. We sautee veggies--onions, carrots, chopped broccoli, mushrooms and some times peppers. We heat up wraps (lots of flavors and types at the store) and then smooth a bottom  layer of humus (or mashed pinto or black beans) then cover it with mashed avocado with lime or salsa, and spread our veggies over this and put chopped cabbage on top as our salad finish and wrap it up! Very yummie to us!

Books I am reading: Roll of Thunder, Hear my Cry--to Joy--what a great book about the depression and the racial conflict--building a lot of compassion into her; she is reading "A Lantern in her Hand," and I am loving Eugene Peterson's new book.

Sorry, but we are having to close the California conference as we have a full house. So looking forward to it. The February winners of the drawing are: The winners are Stephanie Praytor from Rockwall TX and Jennifer  Fitzgerald. congratulations, girls!

Thanks to everyone for your great help. Blessings to you all today! Sally

Interview with Diana Waring...

Hello! I'll post more later, but just wanted you all to know that I'll be on an interview with Diana Waring today on blogtalk radio at 3 o'clock, central time. Click the link below if you are interested in listening!

Upcoming conferences...

Good morning! Just a quick reminder- the California conference is filling up quickly and we are going to have to cut off registration soon, so if you are planning on coming, be sure to get your registration in today. Go here to register.

Also, the hotel rooms in Dallas are going very quickly, so be sure to reserve yours in time if you are planning on attending the Dallas conference. Click here for the Las Colinas Marriot.

I am looking so forward to these conferences. Have a beautiful day!