Want your children to read more? Rain gutter bookshelves!

Wow! What a flurry of activity in my home the past few days--book giveaways, interviews, Joel making an album, Sarah figuring out business taxes, trying to keep Joy centered in her schooling and everyone still wants to eat!  The comments and emails and facebooks have been so encouraging. Please forgive me for not keeping up--but the response has been so sweetly encouraging--makes me want to keep writing. Bless all of you for writing to me!

One of my keys to give me time to work on everything is to give a goal of a reading marathon. I choose magazines, books, picture books and bribe with a tray of tea and honey toast. I have noticed when I put books out in baskets, on table tops, and make them "seeable", I get someone reading something all the time. 

This concept was covered in this great article with a similar idea.

 But this article will share the main details. Happy reading.

 

 

http://www.trelease-on-reading.com/oliver.html

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Is it possible to lose 20 pounds by next week?

Oh, the feeling is so familiar. It is January and I am going to have to speak--in front of people!--starting next week. Maybe if I run 5 miles a day and do weights and don't eat at all, I can lose that weight--25 pounds or so. I actually put the exercise videos near the television set in December, so that when we watched movies over the holidays, I would see it and take advantage of it. Somehow getting out the dvd's did not make a dent in my conscience .....  There has been this funny, squishy, blobby stuff gathering around my waist little by little the last few years. I would really like to blame it on seven pregnancies--but alas, it is probably more due to that extra couple of sugar cookies that I just so enjoyed, or that extra helping of New Year's enchilada's.

I am looking more and more each year like the velveteen rabbit mama--used, abused, old but much loved. Even last week, one of my children, thinking they were going to make me feel better, said, "Mom, it's normal for women your age to look a little squishy. Everybody expects it. Don't be one of those women tries to look like she's years younger than she actually is".

Is there such a woman? 

Another child said, "Hey, maybe you could get one of those neck exercise gadgets that firms up your neck.They say it works pretty fast." 

I won't even repeat what Clay said. He was also trying to be understanding.

Jesus said for us to be humble--my family is helping me to stay humble. 

Oh well, I will keep doing my Leslie Sansone walk off the pounds and my sit ups and hope that I can take at least two weeks  of eating off of my sweet aging body. Off to make dinner, that I guess I shouldn't eat........ 

So what new secret diet are you all trying?

A Joyful Heart is Good Medicine

   

A couple of years ago, I was sitting in a park in Poland where over 20 years before I had been a young, idealist missionary. At this particular moment, I had just finished a mission trip to Austria, DuBai, Macedonia, and ending up in Poland.

All along the way, wonderful missionaries and Christian leaders and women who attended my seminars, confided in me their issues and problems--marriage, prodigal children, financial, disappointments with Christian leaders, loneliness, depression and so on. I was pondering my own life. It seemed that often, my walk with the Lord was more of a plodding by obedience, but often lack luster and at times I questioned God's goodness because of my own challenges.

As I was sitting there on this lovely spring day, I realized that I felt the same way so many in my life did--a disappointment at the lack of ideals that were upheld in  life. Loneliness. Weariness. Disappointment. I wanted and have always wanted to be close to God, but sometimes He felt far away. I had been a Christian for many years and in full time Christian work for over two decades. But, when I looked at my own heart, I could see that I shared the feelings of those who had shared with me on the trip.

I still loved God with my whole heart, but struggled to be in that place of peace, joy and that sense of the Holy Spirit bubbling up from within like springs of water. Now, of course I had lived in love with the Lord and had so many times been filled with an overwhelming love for Him and His reality.

Yet, another realization permeated my mind. I do not want to be a victim. I don't want to go gasping into heaven with a strain on my face, saying, "Well, I'm here! I made it." I wanted to have joy, to be content, peaceful, consistent. I began to form a commitment in my heart. If Biblical joy, a fruit of the spirit, I want to have it, understand it, live in it. I did not want the outer issues of my life to determine the internal state of well being.

And so, my quest began--my quest to understand Biblical joy. To be the kind of believer that others could really be with me and sense the love, goodness and life of Christ, consistently, all the time.

Just at that moment, I glanced over and saw a sweet, little toddler gleefully swirling around with his arms held upward, grasping at lovely blossoms from a budding tree that were gently raining down in the breeze. I thought, "That is how I want to be--innocent, unaware of burdens, joyfully engaging in life with my God with deep, heartfelt joy bubbling over in my heart."

And so, this book was the beginning of that journey for me. Just the study of joy and the pondering of what it means to walk with joy every day, every moment, no matter what, has deeply changed my life. I look at my life differently. I have more peace. I feel so much more grateful.

My daughter, Sarah, said, "I think this book is your magnum opus--your life's message." When I asked her why, she said, "Our life has been filled with stresses known and unknown to others--very difficult most years. And yet, you have always wanted to mount up over it--to find the reality of Christ no matter how hard, how disappointed, how lonely our family has been. I think you were called by God to learn this and to share it at this time."

Such a true statement--it is a roadway of finding victory in what could have been a defeated life. God is so good and He has been so faithful. I truly hope that my own journey toward Him, in the midst, might in some way give many of you a some bit of courage, strength, love and joy.

Finally, we are able to offer this book to you, my friends. I pray that if you are struggling with life, disappointed, longing for God in a deep way, that in some small way, this book will be of encouragement to you and that you may make strides, as I have in learning what it means to walk in God's presence and to experience His joy every day.

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You may order it from our ministry here.

 

I have been so very encouraged and blessed by many of you in the past few days--leaving comments, joining my fan page on facebook. It is so foreign to me and not my normal personality skill set. In the midst of praying about it with Joy, she surprised me by putting announcements on face book, starting a fan page for the mom heart conferences, and designing a button. It was really a sweet surprise to see this morning when I awakened that she had done her best to help me at several levels in areas of computer that are quite foreign to me.

She was aptly named, Joy! May the grace, peace and joy of the Lord be yours today!

Beware of the roaring lion!

"Be of sober spirit, be on the alert. Your adversary, the devil, prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour." I Peter 5:8

January is a time when so many people I know are tempted to be discouraged, and feel like giving up--on something! Seems I read an article a few years ago that said January was the time for more people to go on depression medicine. I think that it is true that what goes up, must come down! Adrenalin is up, energy and ideals are up in early December, and then in January, it is cold, bills from Christmas come in, the celebrations are over, and so often, people feel the weight of adrenalin, emotional, spiritual low. One of my best friends told me yesterday that she can't read sweet stories about other children because it makes her so sad for her own who are struggling now. I understand so well.

After having a great time with our children over the holidays, Satan came out unexpectedly and whapped us with full force on Tuesday. It was out of the blue and it caused some havoc and lots of deep sadness in our family--threw us off our feet. (personal stuff that I do not share to protect the innocent!) I should have been ready for this blow because, every year as we go into the conference season to encourage women to stay true to their commitments, to hold fast their faith, to work hard to keep going--every year, we are sorely tempted and attacked in most interesting ways.

This attack went right to my heart. It got me right where it hurts and caused me on of the saddest days I have known in many years. It was an attack on one of my children, and that breaks my heart. But during the conference season, we always have intense difficulties and challenges in our lives. Things like my mom breaking her hip one year the day before our big conference began, a ruptured disc for Clay, a person in charge of organizing conferences that year having a parent come down with cancer from which he soon died, weird little problems with cars, a child breaking her ankle the day before the conference, computers, people, illnesses, and harsh attacks from other believers.

Yet, there is an enemy who hates for us to keep faithful to our ideals for our families and for the Lord. Satan, Peter tells us, is our adversary. He prowls through the earth--like he did when he asked God if he could seek to destroy Job. Like he did when Jesus said to Peter, "Satan desires to sift you like wheat." Peter, who was so personally experienced at this, because of Satan tempting him to deny Christ at the crucifixion, warns us to be on the alert. He is seeking, Peter tells us, to devour us!

But, we are, after all, in a battle, that rages in this world--a battle for the hearts and souls giving allegiance to the one true God, to believe in His goodness, to give the gift of our faith in the darkness--to choose to believe and praise and worship and live for His reality yet to be revealed.

We are getting slowly used to stepping beyond our difficulties and seeing who is really at war with us. Clay and I had a talk in the wee hours of the night, and began to praise our wonderful Lord. We had to go through the dark corridor of dealing with the stress, the issues, and then by obedience went to the pathways of faith, not by feelings, but by depending on His truth.  We praised Him for His power and the ability to use all things in our lives to make us more into the image of Christ. We asked for His strength and for His grace and power. We walked, by faith, into our next day, confidently that He would be our defender and our Father and care for all the details. But we did have to go to this place of meeting with Him and giving it to Him.

I have learned to ask myself questions in the midst of my own dark times. I have learned to ask these questions of other women. Who would like for you to remain bitter? Discouraged?

Who would like for you to give up on your ideals--to say, "I can't do this anymore." ?

Who wants you to be angry at your spouse? To be resentful of your children? Your family? Your inlaws?

Who wants you to worry and fret and stew and hold on to pet fears?

Who is trying to separate you from your friends?

Who is tempting you to think that God does not hear prayer, that He doesn't really care about you? To doubt God's goodness?

I think that it is at this very moment--when the darkness comes in--that faith if of most value and pleases God the most and absolutely frustrates Satan. Satan doesn't think we will believe and be strong. God is already waiting to lead and provide and help. But we have this honorable moment, when we can say, "I love you. I believe you. I will choose to trust you."

David reminds us in the Psalm 139: 7,

"Where can I go from thy Spirit? Or where can I flee from thy presence?

If I ascend to heaven, you are there. If I make my bed in Sheol, (hell)  behold you are there.

If I take the wings of the dawn and dwell in the remotest part of the sea, Even there your hand will lead me and your right hand will take hold of me.

If I say, "Surely the darkness will overwhelm me, and the light around me will be night," Even the darkness is not dark to you and the night is as bright as teh day. Darkness and light are alike to you."

And so, we who are the children of the light, can be comforted by Him, who sees all, is over all, is with us through it all, and He will use it for our good and for His glory. May He give you encouragement today!

And I have to say, it makes me so excited to have the great opportunity to speak at the mom's conferences! He is on our side. I can't wait to encourage all of you who will be able to come. There is still lots of time to register as the hotels are extending their dates. Will you please help me to get the word out? I will post the winners for December in just a little bit. Thanks for all of your help and prayers--all of us at Whole Heart are so very grateful for you and for your letters, help, prayers--they keep me going forward and writing and speaking. I could not do it without you and your support. You will never know how much you are angels in my life!

Choices of the heart when no one else is looking....

You never know what consequences your life will have from that one moment, when you are in darkness or weariness or being tempted to fear or giving up, and you decide to trust the Lord, to hold His hand, to believe and extend grace. This is where messages of integrity are made--when no one but the Lord is looking. And yet it is where the integrity of your soul is built--the integrity you have--the decisions you make, the work you do because it is right, fit, and godly and will make a difference. This is the life out of which your message will flow to the world.

I was reminded of this yesterday through a sweet friend. I never knew that those countless nights when I was alone in the dark with the Lord, that my heart's cry would become useful in the life of another. This sweet mom encouraged me to be even more faithful in my alone moments!
She has three little ones, who like mine, have middle of the night illnesses. I had 3 out of 4 asthmatics and all of mine, for years, bordered on hospitalization, ruptured ear drums, surgeries and thousands of sleepless nights for me--I was so tired, at times, I thought I had a dread disease. Yet, when tempted to despair, He taught me to go to HIm, to sing little hymns in the middle of the night, to worship as I cuddled and rocked and served--and learned to push away panic. 
And this became a message that spoke to a sweet friend in the middle of her sleepless nights.
Here are her words, 
"I have three small sick children...10, 7 and 4...one with croup, one with Strep, and the other with upper respiratory "stuff"...been to the E.R. already this week....As I am awake each night comforting my children with cold cloths, and back scratches, and ice chips, I hear your voice first in the words I've read throughout your books of the many fearful, sleepless, tiring nights you encountered with sick children....I learned to seek the comfort of My God, and SOOO wanted to know Him during these times, the way that you seemed to know Him....

 

 
So, I do hear your voice first, comforting MY HEART, and reminding me to cry out to the Lord...and then comes HIS VOICE...so tender...comforting me to overflowing to then enable me to comfort my children...no more succumbing to fear...what a gift...
How sweet her words were to me yesterday-- to keep me going where I am right now!
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I could never have known that my faithfulness in the nights, in the tender, vulnerable, bone-tiring moments, feeling small and insignificant--my heart looking upward--would become the basis of comfort for others. 
Your courage is not just for your family, but for all those God will bring in your life--"We comfort those with the comfort with which we have been given in our trials." So, keep working on your own story of faithfulness--it will become your message of integrity.
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On this note, one of my sweet gifts from the Lord is finding other women with deep souls, who so generously and skillfully use words to encourage and shape me. One such is Elizabeth Foss. She is a lover of family, children's books, good food, great thoughts and Jesus. I loved this post about the struggle in the midst of an already difficult week with a myriad of children, getting them to church and then seeing the Christmas moment through the eyes of her precious little one. Brought tears to my eyes! Enjoy 
So great to hear from so many of you. Thanks for all the prayers for us and our ministry--it means so much and I do so want to see the Lord work mightily in families in 2010. If you have a spare moment, please pray for my sweet children-especially Nathan as he goes back to LA with only one month of wages left in his pocket! We continue to live a life of faith as a family with so many, many issues on our plates--yet, I have learned so much about staying in the safe place of joy and trust this year. He is so good---more on that later!
I know we delight God's heart, to seek Him together and to ask Him to work mightily in and through our lives and children this year. Grace and peace to you all! and may the strength of the Lord fill you today!

2010-The Home is a Fountain of Civilization--redefining goals for 2010

 

   Clarkson Christmas picture at the Broadmoor 2009, where we breakfast each Christmas (after about 30 attempts to get us all smiling at the same time!)

“The home is the fountain of civilization. The value and character and appetites of a people are greatly determined by the reading, training and cultivating of moral and spiritual appetites in the home.

Mothers, you are the divinely-appointed teachers and guides of your children; and any attempt to free yourselves of this duty is in direct opposition to the will of God. If you neglect them, the consequences are swift and sure. …, Spend most of your time with your children. Sleep near them, attend and dress and wash them; let them eat with their mother and father; be their companion and friend in all things and at all times.”

From Mother, Home and Heaven from Poetic, prose and literature Of all ages and all lands. Copyright 1878-1880

Being with my wildly idealistic children, living through the noise of our exuberant home (drum set in the basement, electric piano and real piano upstairs,  almost always with someone blaring away, singing, listening to ipod music on their new ipod stations; rousing, lengthy, loud discussions at the dinner table; wrestling with the dog and watching movies and playing games and feasting with our whole family at home,)has reminded me again, that all the trouble was well worth the effort. It all mattered. Really. 

Even through all the exhaustion, meals, dishes, late nights, attitudes, weariness--it is of utmost importance.

January's are always a bit difficult. The time to be tempted to give up.

How I got to this point--this far and still in tact, was through years and years of defining and redefining ideals and seeking the Lord and then living through one day at a time, for a million days. Yet, I see life and beauty in the souls of my very individualistic children--the palpable life of the Lord--who is building them and growing them into healthy, vibrant adults.

Now that Christmas is over, I am bubbling over with excitement for the months ahead. I can't wait for our conferences which I love and enjoy so much.  I can't wait to encourage all the precious moms who will attend, because their lives matter--their love, correction, work, is all building a legacy from their lives that will live to glorify God throughout eternity! And that is what the conferences are all about--keeping the ideals alive!

The words above were written over a hundred years ago are still very powerful today. This, in a culture where the imagination of the importance of mothers to the overall well-being of soul of the next generation has been lost. How affirming it is to see that truth of past generations still applies to us today.

Often, I find that in the absence of a clear enough vision for their children and homes, mothers replace conviction and vision with lots of activities and distractions for their children. This hyper-activity and rushing around to an endless list of expensive lessons and experiences and toys,  and the buying of the newest expensive curriculum and technological options make moms feel like they are accomplishing something. 

However, when the home-life of children is rich with excellent, classic literature and great stories, passionate Biblical devotions, rousing dinner-table discussions around sumptuous, tasty meals, lots of love and affection given and household chores attended to— a child will become committed to all that is good and excellent and develop a moral and compassionate soul for all the divinely important values.

From the beginning of time, God created the home to be a place sufficient to nurture genius, excellence, graciousness and grand civility. But the key factor is nothing that can be purchased or owned. The accomplishment of this grand life is found only in the soul of a mother, through the power of the Holy Spirit, personally mentoring her children.

It is a personal relationship with a real person whose soul is alive in which the deepest imprints of life are given. The secrets and deep emotions shared during the goodnight hours in which a the soul of a child is tender and open; the comfort of warm, home-made food shared in the early evening as ideas are shared and discussed and prayers and devotions given; the laughter, stories, advice given in the midst of washing dishes together or sharing of a meal; the heroic and riveting stories read aloud and shared together that establish common patterns of morality, values and dreams in the comfort of the blazing hearth, mugs of steaming hot chocolate and squishing against each other on a den couch are those heavenly things which are food to the soul and nourishment to the mind and conscience of a child fully awake to all that is important in life.

There is no computer, television, software or text book that can pass on such passion, love and motivation.

It is indeed the personal touch of a mother’s heart that creates grand civility, deep affection, care and commitment to the foundations of a family. When the invisible strings of a mother’s heart are tied to the heart of her children through loving sacrifice and nurture, the stability and foundations of a nation become secure and stable. 

A mother, living well in her God-ordained role, is of great beauty and inestimable value to the future history of any generation. Her impact is irreplaceable and necessary to the spiritual formation of children who will be the future adults of the next generation. Fun, comfort, humor, graciousness, spiritual passion, compassion for the lost, hospitality, chores, meals, training, life-giving words, hours and hours of listening and playing and praying and reading—all are parts of the mosaic which go into the process of soul development.

So, though the weariness of the busyness and celebration of Christmas is still upon our hearts and felt in our bodies, the Spirit and vision of His life in ours will keep us going--the refocusing on His great call, will fuel our commitments to keep going, to keep loving and to keep believing. Taking time with Him this morning has fueled my own soul with new excitement. May He grace you all with His encouragement--right where you are, in whatever season--to know that it really matters. Grace and peace and rest be yours in the days ahead!

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PS You can still help us this month by advertising the conferences and letting Jennice know. She will enter you into the drawing that we will do on Monday, January 4 to see who the 2 winners are of the $50 for any books we carry, or two free registrations. Go here for registration info and press under the conference location that relates to you. Above that will be resources you can use for your adds in blogs, websites, announcements, or whatever! Thanks for your help in getting the word out!

Dancing Day

 

Can't wait to share Dancing with my Father book with you.
 I see more and more that our heavenly Father is one who 
wants to celebrate life with us, to talk and commune and 
have joy in the art of His creation. This English hymn 
from the point of view of Christ singing/speaking is lovely.
 May the Lord bless each of you this Christmas and in the 
coming year with His joy and peace! 
(All of this was stolen from Sarah's blog--
itinerent.idealist.com 
She found such a great song
 for the sentiments of my heart in the realm of Joy)

Merriest of all Christmases!

Sing, oh!

 

Tomorrow shall be my dancing day; I would my true love did so chance To see the legend of my play, To call my true love to my dance;

Sing, oh! my love, oh! my love, 

my love, my love, This have I done for my true love.

Then was I born of a virgin pure, Of her I took fleshly substance Thus was I kni t to man’s nature To call my true love to my dance.

In a manger laid, and wrapped I was So very poor, this was my chance Betwixt an ox and a silly poor ass To call my true love to my dance.

Sing, oh! my love, oh! my love, 

my love, my love, This have I done for my true love.

Traditional English Carol Go here to hear it sung by a choir at 

King’s College, Cambridge. The picture is by Arthur Rackham

(one of my favorite English illustrators of 

fairy tales.)

 

 

 

Mom's conference--for Christmas!

 

DON'T FORGET TO ASK FOR THIS FOR  CHRISTMAS!

Mom Heart Conference 2010 -- a Great Christmas Gift! 

If your husband isn't sure what to get you for Christmas, then make sure he knows about the Mom Heart Conference. We can't send you a conference in a box, but here's a nice Gift Certificate you can print and put under the tree (if you are registered, of course). There's no other event quite like a Mom Heart Conference and no better way for a husband to say, "I got this just for you!" He'll feel great giving you something you'll really enjoy. Here are the dates and states:

 

CO: January 22-23, Denver/Littleton, Colorado

CA: February 5-6, Irvine/OC, California

TX: February 26-27, Irving/DFW, Texas

NC: March 12-13, Raleigh/Durham, North Carolina

 

Ready to register? Just CLICK HERE to go straight to the Our Events page on our Whole Heart Online website. Click on the event nearest to you to learn more about it, or to register for it online at www.wholeheart.org or call:    888-488-4466   888-488-4466

Home--a sanctuary for celebrating the life of Christ

As we began the events that took place in our home this Christmas, stories began to emerge with every person who was here--a woman whose brother attempted suicide the night before; a single mom whose husband abused her daughter and she had to leave the state in which she lived to protect her daughter; an exhausted mom who hadn't slept in months because of her 3 babies under 5; a young teen who had been rejected by her parents and closed out of her home but who kept walking around our home saying, "It is so peaceful here," amidst the noise and conversation and getting food on the table; a woman who was just tired and exhausted and felt forgotten, a woman whose husband had cancer; two women who were vibrant and filled with hope and encouragement who prayed and encouraged those who needed an extra measure of love. And the stories go on.Jesus sees each of these precious ones and He sees you and cares for you and  your concerns. Jesus came into the world because the people of the world desperately needed hope, comfort, forgiveness, wisdom, love. He was humble and meek--in other words, he came to slip right into the mundane, the normal people for whom He came. When he looked out to the multitudes, like those in my home, he felt compassion for them, because they were like sheep without a shepherd. Matthew 9

He was a servant-king, he washed feet, held and blessed children, loved the downcast--the lepers, the prostitute; the poor; the sick, served meals, washed feet. He was a "man of sorrows, acquainted with grief" as we read in Isaiah.This was His message, "The Spirit of the Lord God is upon me, Because the Lord has appointed me to bring good news to the afflicted; He has sent me to bind up the broken hearted, to proclaim liberty  to the captives, and freedom to the prisoners; To proclaim the favorable year of the Lord, And the vengeance of our God; to comfort all who mourn, To grant those who mourn in Zion, Giving them a garland instead of ashes, The oil of gladness instead of mourning, The mantle of praise instead of a spirit of fainting, so they will be called oaks of righteousness, The planting of the Lord, that He may be glorified." Isaiah 61:1-3

Interestingly, when Jesus came to open his ministry in the temple, it is this very passage that He read. He was on a mission--he was here to heal, to save, to encourage, to proclaim God. When we love Jesus, we will be overcome with His compassion. Our words will be full of power and life-giving and hope. No one will leave our home without having a sense of His hand of love, His voice of truth, His comfort, His strength and calling.

But our homes are the arena in which we can build the life of Christ, and in which the life of our home becomes a sanctuary for those who need to feel His life by being welcomed, to receive a "cup" of cold water-- a home cooked meal, a focussed conversation, a healing touch. We celebrate the traditions of home, not because we want to be busier--no one needs that, but to make the life of Christ come alive, to show the beauty of God, to give our children an live picture of His beauty, His reality, His truth, His words and His outreaching love.

We still have this Christmas day to give Him our responsive gift of love--to serve and love and comfort and reflect His spirit alive to all who are in our arena--first our family and then those whom He has providentially placed there.

Homes are the foundations for society. When the life of Christ flourishes there, then the life of Christ will flourish in our nations. But we cannot imitate His life, unless we ourselves are spending time in His presence. The older I get, the more I love Him, the more I admire Him and understand the heart of this servant king, who humbly lived His life to pour out for the benefit of others because the very essence of His being was to redeem, to give, to serve.

And, so this is the source of our strength in tirelessly giving and serving, Christ in us, Christ giving us His strength, power and resurrection life, lived out through rocking of children and listening to their starry eyed wishes and stories and giving grace to the unlovely in our lives, because we are unlovely--but accepted; the making of meals served in grateful appreciation to Him who is preparing a future feast for us; the giving of our love and gracious words generously because He has so given to us.

When we spend time in His presence, we fall in love with Him more, and then the love spills over to our children, our husband and our friends. Jesus himself said, "He who follows me, from His innermost being shall flow springs of living water."His life, overflowing through us. Someone, many in your life today, need to feel this touch, these words of encouragement, this life, the actions that say, "The peace and grace of the Lord be with you--for He has given it to me and I, by His healing love, am so happy to give it to you."

May His life fill and fuel your days as we celebrate this week the magnificent reality of His life in the sanctuary of our sacred homes.

 
Some of my own beloveds, with whom I am celebrating His reality.
Sarah, Gwen, my sister friend, and Joy

Traditions for the little ones--part 2

 

Hall hutch where I put my seasonal items at the entrance in my hallway--My Grandmother's hand painted creche scene--always put awry through out the season as everyone handles it!

I would fill my home, (still do!) with interesting things children could touch and explore. A basket of golden books just the right size for little hands with Christmas stories. The camel shown yesterday, the little dolls we would imagine stories with, last year's cards to cut up and glue onto construction paper,  picture books with my children's pictures in them through the years on the coffee tables, Lincoln logs to build a Christmas village right on the hearth. Little hand jingle bells to wear on their wrists to shake as babies when we would sing, rhythm shakers, whistles and cazoos to help make up the Christmas band for our adnvents, coloring books and crayons or pencils in a basket to draw with while we read the Christmas verses, popcorn, fruit, pretzels and snacky things like cheddar fishes, with hot chocolate or tasty herb tea before we went to bed. The creche scene my grandmother made--with cows and donkey, lambs, wise men and Jesus, Mary and Joseph were each placed and held and cherished. (We also had a wooden one the younger ones could pretend without the worry of breaking.)

Outreach party to neighborhood kids

We would have a decorating party with our children for the Christmas tree and often invite their friends from the neighborhood as a sort of outreach. We would have a tray with specific decorations on it--that all the children could take turns putting on the tree as we read the different verses with each decoration. 
First we would talk about the evergreen tree, representing everlasting life--The tree is always green, as Jesu came to give us everlasting  life, so that we would never die but always be with Him in heaven forever. John 3: 16
A number of candy canes--each child would put a candy cane on the tree. 
Luke 2: 8-13 is read. This passage tells of the shepherds who were out in the fields, keeping watch over their sheep when the angels appeared. 
The canes were symbols of the shepherd's staff--those shepherds who first heard of the news of Jesus being born. Jesus talked of being the good shepherd who lays down his life for his sheep. John 10: 11
We also speak of David seeing God as his shepherd and we read the first part of Psalm 23. The staff reminds us that Jesus will always take care of us and watch over us wherever we are.
 
 The swirl of the candy cane also shows the red of the blood Jesus spilled when he died for us on the cross, by protecting us from the death that sin would bring to us.  The white shows that because of the sacrifice, we are washed as white as snow.Isaiah 1:18 "Come now, and let us reason together," says the Lord, "Though your sins are as scarlet, they will be as white as snow; though the are red like crimson, they will be like wool." 
An angel would come next. The angels were in the second part of this passage. They were celebrating Jesus's birth with great music, just like all the great music our family loves to sing and enjoy. The angels were God's special messengers who came to the earth with His messages--to Mary, to the Shepherds and to sing of His great glory as they do in heaven. Matt. 1:20; Matt. 2:13
 Then we would sing one song. 
Next, Matt. 2:2 A star for the top of the tree--God made a special star to celebrate Jesus' birthday. He put it in the sky so that the wise, learned men of the world could come to worship Him. 
Lights to string around the tree remind us that Jesus is the light of the world. "The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light; they that dwelt i the land of the shadow of death, upon them the light has shined." Matt.4: 16 Also, "I am the light of the world; he who follows Me will not walk in darkness, but ill have the light of life.
A little treasure box--Matthew 2:11"After coming into the house they saw the child with Mary His mother; and they fell to the ground and worshipped Him. Then opening their treasures, they presented to Him gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh." Even great kings and scholars believed in Jesus and came to give him gifts fit for a king.
Gold represents the idea that we should entrust our money and wealth into His hands--
A little vanilla candle to put on the tree--this fragrant gift that they brought to Him means that they found Him worthy of worship.--this represents our worship of Him--and that we pray to a God in heaven who hears our prayers and answers us. 
A little packet with cloves, cinnamon sticks wrapped in netting and tied with a ribbon. This represents the myrrh. The spices were used to prepare someone for burial. Each of us has only a short time on earth and while we are here, we need to present our lives to Jesus so that when we see Him face to face, we will have lived our lives to please Him.
A little Christmas tray filled with candy canes ends the time. We say that the tray represents the idea that even though Jesus was the king of the whole world, he came to serve others and to show them the sweetness of His love and forgiveness--and then everyone gets to lick their candy cane.
This is just a summary, (Clay has it somewhere all written out!) But you get the idea. It always made the tree and all the ornaments on it meaningful when our children were young. And even the babies, when they didn't understand everything, liked toddling up the tree and putting something on a branch.
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Service--each year we would take the children, even as little ones, to sing or speak or teach at homeless services and have each of them put some money into the offering. We would then pray for all the ones they remembered meeting throughout the month.

We would make plates of cookies and cards to deliver to needy or lonely people in our lives. So many respond to babies and toddlers and little children that the children never forgot it. 

Some years, we would take some friends and sing carols at the Retirement home, with a big Christmas tree cake and hand made cards. All my children loved this and they were taught how to deal with elderly and converse with adults.

We always had a Christmas open house for neighbors and a few close friends. We would color the invitations and walk around the neighborhood to put them in mail boxes and then pray they would come. it was our desire to make at least one new neighborhood friend each year to follow up.

Also, as the girls got a little older, our yearly tea luncheon for moms and daughters and friends. More on that in a couple of days.

Finally, we played music all day long and night. And we would listing to one song from the Messiah at a time in the morning or at night and read the corresponding verse from it. When they reached 5 years old, we prepared them for the their first Messiah concert. We told them it was a reward for being so big and strong. We would always prepare them for sitting still and trying to listen for several thoughts in each song and that we would take them out for a treat at the end of the concert and hear what lines they remembered. 

Now, all of our children love the Messiah. We couldn't have known that when they were little, because sometimes they would squirm or fall asleep. But it was going deep in their soul. 

So, just a few of the things we did and gave us so many memories together. Not every thing every year, but we repeated these things over the years and they became a rhythm to our lives and the kids all learned to do their share of work and cooking and cleaning to keep it all going. Enjoy your little ones! It passes too fast. But my delight begins tomorrow as Joel comes home. Happy weekend!

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