Who are you listening to? Wise or fools?

Mauryey Gottleeb

He who walks with the wise becomes wise, but a companion of fools suffers harm. Proverbs 13:20

Who is informing your decisions?

What peer pressure are you succumbing to?

Are there fools in your life who will indeed eventually cause you harm--to your life decisions? Your personal contentment? Your walk with God? Your family? Are people giving you the freedom to compromise essential ideals that will have long term consequences?

Are you deciding how to live your life by the voices of your peers, the world?

Who is wise that is regularly investing in your life? Is it a person who has long term integrity?

Are you living from a plan or randomly from philosophy to philosophy?

He who walks with the wise will become wise---find wisdom, hold fast to wisdom, look for wise people and ask them to invest in you, read them, follow them, cultivate relationships with wise people--go to conferences where wise, people who have lived life well, are speaking, seek models of excellence, read great writers of the faith---you can walk with the wise and it will rub off on you..

 

Incarnating His Life inside the Walls of Home

Artist unknown

"“Come, let us go up to the mountain of the LORD, To the house of the God of Jacob; That He may teach us concerning His ways And that we may walk in His paths.” For the law will go forth from Zion And the word of the LORD from Jerusalem." Isaiah 2:3

Over and over God brings me back to my purposes--that through me, others may learn of Him, love Him, know Him,

That when all come into my home, they would sense, immediately, His welcome, undivided Spirit, His gentleness,

That my home would be a repository of Him and His life in many dimensions--

Enjoy and dwell in His love

See His beauty

Know His approval

Be inspired to live valiantly for HIs purposes

Experience His joy

Be inspired to live a holy, excellent life of beautiful moral character and sacrifice

Understand the vast truth and wisdom of His soul from His word

Find healing

Know deep forgiveness,

All these things I want my home to be and more. There is an energy to the Life of God that fills the hearts of those in His presence. I want that when people enter my arena, they feel His presence.

God desires to pour out Himself through us to a people who long for His reality. Yet, we must be filled up with God in order for our lives to be a channel of Him.

Yet it is only when I invest in Him, HIs word, in obedience to His will, that I fill my soul with His truth, that there will be His substance from which others can draw.

I have realized, in my own life, the sin of selfishness, lack of love, peer pressure to conform, guilt, anger, lust, idols, unrighteous call out to me, to us,  through the voice of the world every day. These life-sucking voices and pressures harden our hearts to create indifference and hardness of heart to what His priorities and holiness would give us to be His life in our worlds.

And so, today, as I have invested time, precious time, in Him and His word, I am drawn back to remember what is on His heart, what matters. I cannot give to others of Him, unless He is the primary influence and filler of my heart.

This busy season, I want to do whatever it takes to fill up my soul with Him, that I may give Him to others, especially this season where I want to truly celebrate and worship Him, the God with us.

I Remember,..., A Rose--my side of the story

Christmas Eve found me huffing and puffing over a cabinet overflowing with dough. Cinnamon rolls for Christmas morning, herb and onion bread for the Shepherd's meal that very evening, and I was into my own vortex checking off a mental list of all that had to be finished. Stockings, wrap presents, call my family, make the potato soup and fill the cookie trays......on and on the list grew.

Charming 11 year old, golden blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, marched into the kitchen with a purpose to his step.

"Mom, I know you are busy, but there is something real important I need to talk to you about. I need you to come right now!"

A little tightness wrapped itself around my attitude. My thoughts, "Hello! Can't you see that I am up to my elbows in dough? Do you really know how much I am doing to make all of you happy? I am doing this for you. Can't you just see what I am up to and wait for just a little bit?"

My words, "Honey, I am a little busy right now. Can you just wait for a few minutes? Why don't you talk to me right here--I am happy to listen to you."

"Mom, we need to have privacy. It won't take long. If you could just come with me for a few minutes, I really need to talk to you."

Something in my heart said, "You need to take time. He is not usually this insistant in the middle of the day. Give him your focussed attention for just a few minutes."

And so I reluctantly wiped my hands clean, put the dough down and said, "Ok, Nate, let's go to my bedroom. No one is there."

He seemed to be holding something behind his back and wanted me to go in front of him.

I walked ahead of him into my bedroom, sat on our little love seat next to our bed and said, trying to smile amidst the tension I was feeling, "Now, Nathan, what did you want to talk about?"

Then, with a smile from cheek to cheek, he gingerly pulled out one long stem red rose from behind his back and presented it to me.

"Mom, I was thinking about all that you do to make us happy and I wanted to give you a present before I got all of my presents tomorrow to let you know I love you and really appreciate you ahead of time. So here is my present, mom. I made Dad take me to the store and I got a red rose for you because I appreciate all that you do for us. Do you like it?

Of course, you could have pushed me over with a feather. I was shocked, surprised, touched, and the tears began to flow and my heart began to melt.

"Nathan, that might be the sweetest, most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given to me. Thank you with all of my heart."

And so I drew his "little-boyness" body to myself and gave a great big hug and kissed him on his smiling cheek.

"I will never forget this. I adore you, sweet Nathan."

And now I saw my extraverted, bubbling over, boy in a whole new light.

And now you can read his memory of the same story on his wonderful  bloghttps://nathanjclarkson.wordpress.com/

Can't wait till he comes home Monday night--so sweet to think of what is still in the heart of this, my own little boy, grown up--getting ready to be married. I can hardly wait till we can go out for coffee or breakfast, just us, and catch up on all the details of each other's lives.

Prince of Peace be near me today

And He shall be called ... Prince of Peace

"Peace I leave with you, peace I give to you, not as the world gives, give I to you. Let not your heart be troubled nor let it be fearful, Believe in God. Believe also in me. In this world you have tribulation. Take courage. I have overcome the world."

Peace be with you, the Lord is near.

The fruit of the spirit is peace..........

Today, I am seeking peace, the peace of God who is with me,

in the midst of dishes, college loans coming due,

discussions, money,

cookies, tea and hot chocolate,

relationship tension with others outside our walls,

moving in, moving out,

wrapping presents, washing more dishes,

prayer and morning devotions

deadlines, sweet heart talks and back rubs,

sitting in a dark room with only the lights all around twinkling

giving myself grace and breathing in Him--His presence--His rulership--His peace

Seeking His peace. He is with me, He is here, He is the Prince of Peace today.

Not exactly picture perfect, but still good

This is my family--as Joy says, "We're special." but not picture perfect..........

Not Exactly the Picture Perfect Family

Is anyone tired yet? I am tired but mostly, blissfully so. (Only a few teary, over-whelmed moments--but then isn't that a part of the tension of family life and then trusting the Lord?) Sarah, my 27 year old daughter, is home now for 2 weeks, before she goes to Oxford in England.  She is filled to the brim with newly espoused ideals and thoughts. Joy, 16,  is in Sense and Sensibility for 12 performances this season, which means late nights and an exhausted body and lots of running around. Joel, 25, is home and Nate comes very soon.  Food will be a constant--with one boy at 6’3 and the other 6’5”, it takes a whole lot of groceries and cooking to fill them up--which also means more dishes...........arrggghhhh!

I feel a little bit like I am riding  a wild stallion and holding on for dear life, at times. Joel, my 25 year old,  once jokingly said, "You know our family is like one of those loud Jewish intellectual families  like in Fiddler on the Roof who had an opinion on everything and has to discuss everything from the mundane to the sublime. Or maybe it is a fiery Irish family with abundance of spunk or a rousing, dancing Greek family, or Italians eating feasts chattering and, Oh, well, Mom, you get the picture!"  It wears me out just to contemplate it--but I did know what he meant--there is not much quiet or calm about us when we are all together!

Today, I am writing over at: thebettermom.com Join me for the rest of the article there!

I do wish you peace of heart in the middle of the life called "a family."

 

 

Longing to know I am not alone--the gathering of kindred hearts

image"and let us consider how to stimulate one another to love and good deeds,not forsaking our own assembling together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another; and all the more as you see the day drawing near."

Hebrews 10: 24-2

We need to be angels for each other, to give each other strength,consolation. Because only when we fully realize that the cup of life is not only a cup of sorrow but also a cup of joy will we be able to drink it.” 

Henri  Nouwen

Candles lit, tables decorated, chairs counted, all preparations made as women started parading through the door.

Amazement filled my mind and heart. Why do they come? Snowy roads, a cold night, leaving their homes. Always, I am surprised as each month precious ones pile through the doorway. Why do they take the time to come, to meet one more time?

As I look at my own heart needs, I see how many years I have felt that deep down, hunger, longing, emptiness from lack of  community, wishing for friends who want to share life, for women--for someone who cares that I am alive and knows my struggles, my fears, my heart.

I am surrounded by people, crazy busy, rarely having a quiet, moment without the weight of life,

and yet, still so alone. But the places have now been filled by years of sweet, loyal, loving friends who have owned our friendship for years and years through it all. Such a gift.

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Yesterday, I spent an hour on the phone with a cherished friend. A precious, faithful, loving heart--yet she so alone in carrying heavy burdens of life, that when an unsuspecting stranger asked her how she was, the tears began to flow--

just to have someone ask, to pretend to want to know. Well beloved by so many and yet,

No one knows, no one helps or reaches out to her.

I understand--how many people are in my life, how few souls  have known the scope or depth of the my own soul battles--they are all busy and overwhelmed, too. And this leads me to want to see into the heart of others for what they bear, where they live.

We were made for friendship. Our hearts are prewired to be loved, to belong, to celebrate and share life together, in community--to bear each other's burdens and so fulfill the law of Christ.

And so where would the evil one attack?

He would separate us to be alone, vulnerable, weak as one by ourselves in the battle for souls, so that we cannot be strong, joining arm in arm, heart to heart.

He would isolate us in neighborhoods where we live alone, with no knowledge or shared life with those nearest to us in proximity. With values and faith and ideals, that separate us from the world, but impossible to uphold alone.

He would break the close bonds of fellowship that church was made to uphold, the body knit together,  and let us go to large buildings filled with noises of music, people all around with nary an intimate friendship.

Loneliness, an epidemic. Here is the battleground.

That feeling in the dark of night that your life is invisible--Does anyone care? Does it matter that I keep dragging on day by day? Does anyone know the weariness of my soul? Do others swell with anger? Or wish for relief? Or feel a lack of worth? Or want to quit and don't even know what that means?

And so we gather, with food, drink, a little reprieve from real life, and touch someone else who shares our world. We gather to listen to His words--together. We gather to understand that our sacrifice is precious to the One who sacrificed all.

We gather to know we are not alone.

Our hearts are cherished and held by the one who counts our tears and sees our faith and knows our exhaustion.

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We ponder Mary, alone on her journey through countries, through years of questions, through people seeking the life of her son,

but because of her heart, her boldness to believe, Mary, finding favor with God, being chosen by him to bring His life into her home, so that the son of God find comfort, beauty, love for the years he would live on earth.

Even as we provide life, beauty, comfort,  love so our children will not feel alone.

A simple mother, whose heart gave all that He might have a safe haven to find rest for his baby soul.

And so, we meet to find strength, love, laughter, understanding and hope-the hope that keeps our feet on the path, our minds steadfast on our beliefs, our hearts willing to take another step of faith one more day, one more month, one more year, because once again, we know our life of giving and our love poured out is changing the world.

And so this is the message of Christmas--making time to love, giving time to talk, to share hearts to show compassion,

The gift of our time to listen and to share--it is what the baby did when he came for our sake and what we need and what will keep us worshipping a little longer.

and let us consider how to stimulate one another to love and good deeds, not forsaking our own assembling together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another; and all the more as you see the day drawing near. 

You are not invisible to Him, the one who came because He loved saw you and loved you.

Someone else in your life also needs to know this truth.

Today, invite a friend, call a loved one, take initiative to make room for encouragement so that your own soul needs will be met.

Buying one more thing will not satisfy. Investing love and heart time will restore, redeem, fill bring life and hope. Who needs you today? Who do you need to celebrate life with today?

Life happens when you open your door, invite and welcome, look into eyes and share life--Wherever two or three are gathered, there I am in their midst.......

May God bless you with a new friend this season of celebrating the one who himself  took initiative in our lives, so that we would not be alone.

My philosophy of parenting: Pondering Christ

Carl Boch--Jesus with children

"But Jesus said, "Let the children alone, and do not hinder them from coming to Me; for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these."

Matthew 19:14

I pondered all the verses that were in the New Testament when Jesus was with children. "Do not hinder them from coming to me."

I wondered, what would hinder a child from coming to Jesus--since I am the picture of Jesus in my home? Fear would--fear of harshness, fear of condemnation, fear of anger. Guilt prevented Adam and Eve from coming to God. Perhaps raising a child with constant condemnation or anger could turn little children away--at least it would turn me away if it was the atmosphere in my home.

In my quiet time one memorable day, I read the words that Jesus said, "Woe to the one who causes the least of these little ones to stumble."

Jesus takes very seriously our role with children. And so I keep searching His words, His heart.

"Greater love has no one than this, that a man lay down his life."

After he washed the feet of his disciples, "If I did this to you, you should also do this to one another."

And then, "By this all men will know that you are My disciples, if you have love for one another." John 13:35

"By this, Sally, your children will know that you are my disciple, if you love one another--love Clay, love them, love your neighbors and friends. Love is the foundation for my laying down my life. Love must be your foundation. " He spoke to me gently in my quiet times.

Teaching my children, then, to love is the goal. To love generously, lavishly, undeservedly, as Jesus loved the disciples, as Jesus loves me.

And how did He teach them to love? By instructing, by modeling love to them, by laying down his life to serve the meek and lowly, by dying to himself and giving up all for their sake.

I know my limitations--I did not know how to love in a mature way when my children were given into my hands. I did not know how to be unselfish.

Jesus knows that I am sometimes impatient, that I am selfish, that I am still learning to be mature, but that one of the places where Jesus teaches me to be mature is in my home, as I learn to practice love, practice patience--to practice  gracious, forgiving sort of loving, to practice laying down my life as I get up one more time at night, wash one more dish, correct one more attitude.

 My home and what I practice there becomes my sanctification, my story of His life through mine--this home He designed, was for my own character training, because as a Father, He knows I need practice in becoming like Him.

--He has used my sweet children to make me more like Him. Learning to love them and learning how to love my husband has taught me more about his own unconditional love,  than any other assignment He has given to me. So I said I wanted to be mature, and He gave me a marriage and children and He humbled me and brought me to my knees.

Now, I receive His grace and forgiveness with a more grateful heart--because I see my selfishness, my sin more clearly as I live in front of my children and am grateful that He is patient with me---

that He gives me one more chance to obey--over and over

and that does not reject me.

And so in the messy living of life, pondering Him, seeking to model Him, learning to love and model love, parenting becomes even more meaningful because I realize I cannot separate my service of Him from authentic serving of those He has placed into my hands in my home.

So, as I learn this philosophy of love by pondering Him, I teach my children how to love.

Loving them means training them, correcting them, discipling them, teaching them, so that they can learn a healthy way of life. Loving them also means practicing long suffering as Jesus did. Practicing serving as Jesus did. Teaching over and over again and forgiving---just as Jesus did.

Loving them means rocking them and singing gentle love songs.

Serving them delicious meals with joy and touching them with gentle affection.

Loving them teaches, "You may not say those unkind words, it is not the loving way of Jesus. How could you have said that in a way that gives grace?"

When a toddler throws a toy or hits a child, I grab him into my arms and say very seriously, "You may never, never hit another as that is hateful. You may only use your hands to bless and to give love. Tell him you are sorry--you must ask him for forgive you."

Loving them means helping them to recognize the roots of sin in their hearts that will bring death. And I look deeply at the heart--I correct the heart attitudes of pride, selfishness, anger, critical spirit--with the words, the truth of Jesus.  I lead them to love, teach them to love, show them how to love, bring them with me in serving love in my home, to others, in my ministry.

And in loving them and instructing them and bringing them with me in this life where I am living and learning love, their hearts are softened and they in turn become lovers, they learn to forgive as they have been shown grace, they learn to lay down their lives as it has been modeled to them.

As Paul also follows the pattern of Jesus and says, "Through love, serve one another." " Now I, Paul, myself urge you by the meekness and gentleness of Christ," He also learned that to lead means to love and wrote I Cor. 13.

And Paul, the great discipler, because He loved Jesus said, "But we proved to be gentle among you, as a nursing mother tenderly cares for her own children."

 Jesus wanted children to freely come into His presence, to know the touch of his arms wrapped around them. To know that because he designed them--their personality, their body, hair, eyes, that he would look upon them with love, listen to their jokes and antics and laugh with them. He would tenderly care for them, as he said,  “I am the good shepherd; the good shepherd lays down His life for the sheep."

And so ... His word, His life, pondering Him, seeking Him, gave me a pattern, that has served to reach way down into the hearts of my children--a way to follow, and in this form of parenting, my own heart has been transformed, filled, affirmed. I will forever be different by practicing being Jesus in my home.

 

Superman strikes again......PLEASE VOTE!

http://youtu.be/1qaxhhiVUIo This morning as Joy and I were sipping tea and reviewing the night we had celebrated with so many moms, we covered all the subjects of the world. "You know, Mom, while I was in my bedroom, I was looking back on all the videos we have of Nathan, and he really is a superman to me! He still thinks that some day God will use him to save his world!"

It is fun to finally be at that place where my kids enjoy each other as best friends and support each other's vision and dreams instead of picking on each other. It is a miracle and I am so very grateful to be at this season!

Many of you know Nathan, my son, because he helped market Dolphin Tale to families. The third child, second boy, came out with dreams, passion, and a heart that wanted to be a hero. He loved warrior tales, loved historical battles and those who saved nations and showed courage.

As a young man, the Lord put it in Nathan's heart to make a difference in Hollywood. After praying for a year and a half, much to my surprise, he entered a contest and won singer-songwriter and a scholarship to New York Film Academy. God answers the prayers of your children--even if they aren't the prayers you are praying!

After finishing his schooling there, and God helping him to keep his Christian faith in tact,  he moved to Hollywood. Nathan has been there for 2 years and has earned his sag card, (actor's guild) been in about 30 shows, turned down many, many more parts because they portrayed immorality or issues that didn't agree with His own sense of spirituality and love for the Lord.  Yet, little by little, he has had more and more opportunities to be in bigger roles, to be in commercials and to begin making friends and getting to know a wider range of people.

Hollywood is a pretty dark, self-serving place--so the first favor I would ask of you, would be to please pray for Nathan, to love God every day, to keep growing in his faith, to find others who can mentor them--as well as see the Lord open the right door for him in acting.

But I also have a favor to ask--Nathan has entered another song competition. He is more of a message maker (some of you know his blog: https://nathanjclarkson.wordpress.com/) He made it into the top 20.

This competition he has entered is a song writing contest for a Christian  for actors and singers. Would you please consider voting for him? If he wins, it would give him an opportunity to be able to meet a wider range of directors, producers and leaders in the entertainment industry who are willing to work with believers.

PLEASE VOTE FOR NATHAN

So, please go here  (http://amtcmusic.com/poll.asp?pollid=8) and vote just for Nathan if you would like to support him and help him pursue his dream of being a spiritual influence in Hollywood.)

There are many wonderful young believers hoping to make a difference in the industry. We are amazed that Nathan has made it there for 2 years and keeps praying and walking with God in the midst. He has somewhat learned the ropes, learned what it is like to interface in this crazy industry and he is hoping for someway to be a message maker to His generation of God's voice.

Thanks for letting me be a mama today and to seek to help advocate for and support my sweet son's faith dreams. So many of you helped to make Dolphin Tale happen and so now I can't wait to see what happens with this.  IF YOU COULD VOTE AND SHARE IT, I WOULD BE MOST GRATEFUL! :)

Be blessed and know His love today!

Christmas cheer abounding

Marie Antoinette gets a bow

(I inherited one of my mom's lamps when she passed away recently-most interesting little statuette--so Joy thought she needed a bow--then my stocking, a red jar for a candle and a needle point mother and child--a gift from a friend.

From my earliest childhood, I remember Christmas as a time of lights, sparkles, smells, color and delight. One of the gifts my mother gave to me was a love for hospitality. My father was, for most of his life, a real extrovert. He loved people and the more the merrier. Often, we would have 100 people in to our home--they just spread all over the house and the yard and the porch and everywhere.

Remember how I told you I am using wreaths for my tables? This is the dining table.

This is a coffee table (missing in the picture are some of my Christmas books.)

In preparation, all of us kids were given rooms to clean, goodies to make in the kitchen, dishes to wash, lawns to mow. We were the staff that my mother learned to employ. Because it was a part of the oxygen we breathed in our home, we all became used to hosting people in our home. And so, my children have grown up decorating tables, cooking, putting lights outside, and providing the candles and music that adorne each event in our home.

We have to have a place for my mama's Santa cookie jar that I have had since childhood.

The messes are not all tamed ever--there is always a pile somewhere or dust or a smudge--but who would notice with all the people living and laughing and sharing life--and so perfection was never the goal.

Excitement has been bubbling up inside me all week as we are celebrating our Mom's Bible study Christmas tea in my home tonight. Everyone has to bring their own tea cup or coffee mug. I will provide hot wassail, (cider with spices), two kinds of tea and decaf coffee to fill their cups. They will all bring a savory and a sweet and we will spread out all over my home and celebrate this season together.

A cake stand filled with greenery became an easy centerpiece. And of course books everywhere. (I have collected red jars over the years for just plain candles--as the candles look beautiful--but cinnamon or apple red candles make my family sneeze, so there are odorless.)

At the end of our evening, we will crunch into my living room and women will sit on the floor, up my winding stair case and peering through the dining room and entrance hall. Somehow we will all be together. Usually we have between 50 and 80, but sometimes we have hit over 90 women--we just all squish into the rooms. I love these dear ones and I am so very grateful that we can have this fellowship once a month.

But, I look back to my childhood years as the time I learned all about making my home a place of life and food and fun--to my mom who taught us to work, to greet, to serve little trays of food around the house and to learn to love serving the life of Jesus in the walls of our home.

Of course, I must have a tea table--tea represents to me serving another, making a moment to really share hearts, thoughts, words of love--it takes time but restores hearts!

And of course it is hoped that all who enter will find here the peace of our precious Lord, and take His comfort and presence and worship home with them in their hearts after we part company.

Peace be with you today!