What kind of chocolate are you?

When I first envisioned hosting a mom's conference, I knew that there should be chocolate. A nice place--hotel with clean sheets, a lovely luncheon where moms could be adults and be pampered for at least one lovely meal--and then chocolate. So all of my friends and I have been hitting the grocery stores for the hal-price heart chocolates to give out to the almost 800 women who will attend the conference here in Texas this weekend.

We have 5 sweet girls passing out chocolate when all the mothers come--a tiny way to celebrate a moment of pleasure as we all meet for great fellowship. So we are buying out the heart chocolate this weekend.

But what kind of chocolate are you? I love almost all chocolate--but my very favorite is salted almond dark chocolate bars from choco love or the salted almond chocolates from Trader Jo's or Safeway--or the chocolate that my friend LaDonne brings us every year from her wonderful chocolate store---yyyymmmmmm! Beyond compare! ---you would be jealous this weekend if you knew how wonderful the chocolates are from The Wiseman House in Hico, Texas.(She spoils me every year--a chocolate angel.) Visit them--this chocolate is made fresh by hand---chocolate heaven!

You can see them here: http://www.wisemanhousechocolates.com/

But, now really, what kind of chocolate are you?

If you expect perfection, you will always be disappointed

Joy and Sarah, my beloved cherished friends and daughters.

There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus, for the law of the spirit of life in Christ Jesus has set you free from the law of sin and death. Romans 8:1-2

You will never ever be good enough no matter how hard you try, and you will never be physically perfect enough to measure up to a world of false standards of beauty, because we were not designed to conformity to arbitrary standards.

I have been blessed with two lovely daughters. Yesterday, I had conversations with both of them--Sarah by skype and Joy sitting next to me in our living room last night--sharing hearts, insecurities, failures, flaws and love and redemption. I do not deserve these two women. Both of them expand the borders of my life in so many ways and I am challenged in my walk with the Lord, my integrity of life and in loving people because of who they are in real every day life.

Yet, my girls are living in a culture in which bodies and looks and clothing and personality and behavior are marketed in such a way as to promote the message that there is a certain kind of body, way of dressing, a size or weight or body type and when any one of us measures up to this false worldly standard of perfection, we will all fall short.

Now, as to looks, some are too skinny, too tall, too short, some too overweight, some have big chests, some small.

As to personality, some are charming, some are not, all personalities are flawed in some way because all are subject to this disease called sin.

But all of these arbitrary standards plague women every day. Even I, as an almost 60 year old fight insecurity every year as I have to stand in front of hundreds of women at conferences, with more weight than I would wish, or more wrinkles or the kinds of clothes I should wear--I am a normal women caught in the grips of cultures temptations by seeking measure myself by some arbitrary standard that God never established. Why in the world would a woman like me, aging as I am supposed to, ever struggle with the standards of a young, svelt 20 something woman as what I am supposed to look like? Because of the messages of the world being screamed in every movie, every show, every billboard, every advertisement. If it plagues me and I am a relatively reasonable woman, I know it plagues my beloved daughters, and you and your daughters.

There is also a standard of Christian conduct or Christian way of behaving that is portrayed as a more perfect way--and all else that is measured by these false standards falls short.

These kinds of standards create a sense of failure, insecurity and inadequacy in women--and I do not want my girls to have to believe those lies. There is no right Christian personality and no one will ever be able to keep the law perfectly.

All have sinned and fall short of the glory of God--all--all--all--that means you and me. So that means that no matter how hard any of us try, we will fail. Perhaps we talk too much and make blunders with our lips. Perhaps we are too shy and don't know how to be socially acceptable. Or as moms we get angry or frustrated with our children. Some have pasts that have left scars. Or fall short in loving and affirming in marriage, friendship, in ministry. Most of us are not spiritual enough and not quite sure what it means to really walk with God. The pressure goes on and on.

I do not want my daughters to bear such a legacy.

Yet, the whole point of Christianity and redemption is that we are saved from all of this death.As women, are beautiful because God designed us very intentionally with our personality, our skill set, our dreams and drives. He also designed us with a specific face and body and height and weight--all are beautiful when they live in the love and confidence of God's affirmation. As to personality, they are extremely different and make different choices in life.

It is the grace and glory of God that we find freedom and joy and the life to live apart from the condemnation and criticism of this world. His desire for us as women is to greatly experience the "Life" of His reality of acceptance every day, because of how much He sacrificed so that we might live.

Yet,when it comes to my daughters, both are beautiful because both are beloved by their Jesus and by me. They are both righteous because Jesus knew they would never ever be able to be perfect or good enough on their own, and so he lived and died for them so that they would never have to feel so deeply disappointed in themselves.They will always have hope and deep acceptance when they walk with His hand in theirs leading and loving and blessing them moment by moment.

 Do not let your adornment be merely outward—arranging the hair, wearing gold, or putting on fineapparel—  rather let it be the hidden person of the heart, with the incorruptible beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is very precious in the sight of God. I Peter 4:3-3

As their mother, I hope I will make choices that lead them in this freedom and grace to love who He has made me, gentle and quiet coming from my heart, because I have made peace with who I am--so that they may love who He has made them.

I would never have been able to write or speak if I could only do it if I were perfect and flawless. But, my confidence and hope is in His perfection and His righteousness, so I can point others to Him, and don't have to worry about my own adequacy--which will never be enough.

And so, I give them Jesus--His grace, His unmerited favor, His power to live life, His faithfulness to direct, correct and mature them little by little and His favor and unconditional love, which will never fail them. They will always be found acceptable and beautiful in His arena of blessing.

I want my precious daughters to live in the secure ring of our own family love, grace and acceptance and to have the freedom and grace in their hearts to know that who they are, as they are is quite enough and even lovely because of the grace of God so very reflective in and through each moment of their lives.

May He bless my precious girls, and me, and each of us to so live in this true feminine beauty of His love and acceptance that we never need dwell in the insecurity of not ever being able to be perfect or measure up to the arbitrary standards of this world. May His grace truly invigorate and fuel the moments of our lives each day and may others see what is really beautiful as we reflect His reality every day.

Creating a Family Culture of Love

Creating a Family Culture of Love

 Above all, keep fervent in your love for one another, because love covers a multitude of sins. I Peter 4:8

 Six of us were tucked here and there between blankets on couches, with mugs of hot chocolate and marshmallows in hand and enjoying the crackling fire in our den. A freezing December day, with snow falling heavily outside, we sat warm in body and soul in the fine company of each other.

Gathering all my children home, from far corners of the world over the holidays, was just the gift I needed to fill my heart this Christmas.

After a seeming heavy sigh of great relief, one of my boys said, “You know, almost everyone I have met in my world of work comes from some kind of a broken background of abuse or divorce or unhappiness. And the background of instability and pain seems to paralyze them in so many ways. I hardly know anyone who came from a healthy background in their family.”

“It is so great to be back on our family culture of love—no matter what conflict or difficulty or failure or attitude, I know I can come home to unconditional love and have all of you here to support me, to accept me to help me. What a grace to grow up in a family culture of unconditional love. I never knew how blessed our family was until I left home. We have so very much to celebrate together now that we are together again. I am so happy to be here to be able to restore.”

A Culture of Love—I had never thought of it that way, but it spoke volumes to my mother heart. All of us as families create a family culture of some kind. The traditions we keep, the meals we make, the routines we practice, the values we espouse and hold, the movies that are our favorites, the church we attend, the generosity we practice, the way we invest time, the company we keep—all of these invest in crafting a family culture. We can also, inadvertently create a family culture negatively—a culture of anger, neglect, guilt, discord, disharmony, worldly values, and so on.

But, I have realized over many years, that crafting a culture of love requires that I as a mom become the conductor of a loving and generous heart that leads all of my children to understand gracious, generous, sacrificial, validating, forgiving love. To create such a culture requires planning, intention, mature responses, words of life and affirmation, patience and just lots and lots of unconditional love.

So often, we as moms are caught up in the immediate things—getting the tasks done, housework, homework, bills paid, child discipline.  Yet, it is the air our children breathe, the foundations we live by that will attach their hearts to ours and ultimately to God.

So often, we as moms are caught up in the immediate things—getting the tasks done, housework, homework, bills paid, child discipline.  Yet, it is the air our children breathe, the foundations we live by that will attach their hearts to ours and ultimately to God.

True influence and discipleship is formed intentionally by modeling ourselves after the ultimate lover—Jesus. He who bowed his knees to wash 120 toes, to embrace sweet wiggly children who were clamoring for attention, who touched the prostitute and gave her grace, who gave, Peter, his own failing disciple hope and affirmation even in the midst of his failures on the night he was crucified, and then ultimately gave everything, out of love, for our redemption, becomes our own source and inspiration of what it is like to form a culture of love.

Valentine’s Day is a great day to celebrate love and to cultivate our family culture of love. To be loved is a longing, a desire and need to our hearts and sense of well-being, as much as oxygen is to our lungs. To thrive and live productively, we all need love. God underlines the value of love over and over again in scripture.

“Greater love has no one than this, that one lays down his life for a friend.”

“These are the two greatest commandments, to love the Lord your God and to love your neighbor as yourself.”

“God is love.”

“If someone says, ‘I love God,’ and hates his brother, he is a liar; for the one who does not love his brother whom he has seen, cannot love God whom he has not seen.”

“Faith, hope and love remain, but the greatest of these is love.”

“Love is a perfect bond of unity.”

So, today, this day of celebrating love, is a perfect time to intentionally build on that foundation of what will truly build a family culture of love, which will give your children a place in their hearts to belong and thrive the rest of their lives.

I wish you God's gracious, unconditional love and peace to have a lovely day with those you love!

You can see me today at: thebettermom.com

 

Used blog 2/17/2021 What walls do you need to mount up over? and a giveaway!

For by You I can run upon a troop; And by my God I can leap over a wall. Psalm 18:29

All of us have walls in our lives--walls that seem to stop our forward motion. If only I could have more money, had more help, had more friends, wasn't plagued by this illness or difficult marriage, or or or.

I am a Pollyanna at heart and love peace and lack of contention and for everyone and everything in my wake to be in harmony.

But most of my life has been just the opposite--and every woman's life is filled with disharmony-

fusses, messes, bills, discontent, meanness, injustice,

But, the glory of a woman who has Christ in her life is to mount up over that wall--to, by God's grace, leap up over the obstacles--to see HIm take us through. If we believe in Him and HIs reality, we have no other choice than to live by the reality that we know to be true, regardless of our feelings, the circumstances or our friend's or the world's opinion of our circumstances. It is to God's glory for us to live supernaturally.

My life's call is to make Him a reality and when I accept the limitations of my own life in my own story and mount over by my God, to resolve to leap over my walls, by His grace and power. To do the impossible because "All things are possible through Christ who strengthens me."

God opens channels of ministry and a story for His glory that could never otherwise have happened, and that my heart would never be able to speak to, unless I had been able to mount up over each of the walls He sovereignly allowed, so that I would have a greater capacity for faith, compassion and understanding of others in this battle of life. But this it the moment, now, to take His hand and to mount up over.

The reason I have loved David over the years is that he mounted up over so many walls--and no matter what, he embraced God and believed that He was good, he wrote songs about Him, worshipped HIm and always believed that God listened to his prayers. Even though, his brothers looked down on him; the king whose kingdom he saved was against him; his wife turned against him and eventually left him;  he was sought for years and years by Saul and his army to be killed, all of his children and family were kidnapped by Philistines; his own son mounted an army and an attack against him; friends deserted him; and yet in all of this, David chose to be resilient, and wrote, "By my God, I can leap over a wall.

Because of this heart--a God-fast heart, he was chosen by God to have an inheritance forever--David, a man after God's heart.

And so, it is to the honor of a Godly woman, in the presence of her children and friends, to mount up over the walls in her life with joy that comes from obedience; with strength that comes from trusting God; with beauty that comes from choosing to believe in God's goodness and light in the midst of darkness.

It is why I chose to write Dancing with My Father---finding joy in a fallen world. It will probably be my magnum opus and my goal for life--to remain joyful, faithful, life-giving and strong, even when I feel weak or discouraged, because I am holding the hand of one who can mount up over any obstacle and will bless me and help me as I wait on Him.

If we say we are believers and servants of Christ, then our lives should be more excellent because He is the pinacle of excellence and lives inside of us and through us. But, when the walls are there, the secret is not to look at the wall in fear, but to have a heart that goes to Him and worships Him and says, "God, if you put this wall here, show me your way, your purpose, your strength, that in the story of my life, I may live faithfully at every point, every temptation, every test, and that now I may with grace, leap over this wall."

And so, I think sometime in the near future, when I get past my conferences and past my book deadline, I may want to lead a book study from this blog, through my book, "Dancing with My Father". The image for me, of dancing with my Father, was of hearing the music of HIs voice and learning to let Him lead me, through all of the circumstances, to a dance in which I was able to hold onto and manifest His joy--to hear the music of His own heart in the midst of the circumstances of this fallen world.

I love the quote, "Those who were dancing were thought to be crazy ty those who could not hear the music." And so I want my life to be--crazy alive, dancing each day to the will and voice of God, with all my might as David was, until I see Him face to face.

And in light of this, I want to give away 5 copies of my book, Dancing with My Father.

 Leave a comment here and/or post on facebook or your blog and let me know through your comment and I will give away 5 copies of this book next Wednesday, February 22.

May you find His strength and grace today to leap over a wall.

Today, 13 degree weather, frost and light snow covering everything greeted me as I poured fluid into my windshield fluid container. Up and about at 6:00, I have chapters to write, but I do not want to miss making memories with my sweet ones.

Last week, Joy attended a Biola Bound weekend in California where she is considering attending college in the fall. As I drove up to the campus to pick her up, everyone looked old to me and like prowlers out to get Joy. How could my baby be old enough to attend? How would she manage without me?

My throat thickened and tears welled and I felt abandoned and powerless and sad for the reality of her leaving.

She bounced out of the dorm where she was staying with excitement, life, stories and a faith to take on her world.

So I tucked my sadness away and celebrated with her in her cheer and joy.

Funny how time changes things. Yes, there were the days I was so overwhelmed I didn't know what to do. Days of depression. Days of boredom. Days of wondering what I was thinking when I had these 4 children--and then decided to homeschool them.

But, little by little, God taught me a rhythm of life, showed me to cherish them, stretched my life and emotional and work muscles, and I fell in love with my children, my home and the life we shared there. Little by little it happened by His Spirit leading, instructing, enlarging my heart.

And now home, through book deadlines, conference details, myriads of correspondence and requests, only one thing is in my heart. To keep my priority of God and people, to make decisions every day to keep the first things first. Next year, I will long to talk to her face to face and see sparkling eyes and hear her antics and what she has learned and the details of her busy life, But I have today to grasp and hold and subdue. Hopefully by the time I have a chapter written, she will be up and around and we can spend time together. And Joel who is only temporarily home for three months after being gone for 4 years is here to celebrate now.

Just called Joy now that she is up and made plans, pizza for her friends coming to practice speech, chocolate chip cookies and hot chocolate for all and Joel and me a date to share the thoughts and dreams bubbling around as is always constant in our home. Joy shared with me life-changing thoughts from her quiet time this morning--how very often she speaks into my soul.

So, somehow we will all gather, at least for moments planned and protected to love and build the strings that tie our hearts together a little thicker, that we will all long for this time, together, the rest of our lives.

Joy's friends warming feet by the fire--a sweet memory in the midst of some other cold on another day.

Give the gift of innocence, beauty

Emile Claus

A babe in the house is a well-spring of pleasure, a messenger of peace and love, a resting place for innocence on earth, a link between angels and men. Martin Farquhar Tucker

When I am traveling and hosting conferences and writing a book at the same time, I do not have the time to write long blog articles. Yet, in meeting all of these moms and talking with them, what I have to say is fresher and my ideals are at their highest. Yet, time is a limitation and I must stick to my deadlines, so I would appreciate your prayers.

But, one thing I would say this morning, is give your child, (and yourself), the gift of an innocent heart. A child's heart is hopeful, trusting, loving, unashamed, unselfconscious and pure.

We are what we feed on. Whatever things are true,  whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise, dwell on these things, ( Phil. 4:8), was the grid through which I taught my children to cultivate life. If it didn't fit this grid, then we did not do it.

There is a power and strength to purity and innocence. It brings flashing light and reality to impure things. It sees the value of people compared to possessions. Innocence has a testimony, a voice and an ability to see God, as no other. (Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God. Matt. 5:8)

So, consider how to eliminate evil, contemporary values, materialism, sarcasm, junk, violence, inane media, dependence on machines from your children's lives. You only have a season of time to build in them an appetite for what is best.

And so, in this vein, I commend my sweet daughter, Sarah's blog to you. It is filled with beauty and with the filling of souls with all that is beautiful, as this was how she was raised and the fruit of her soul reflects the foundations that were laid. Simply place your cursor on the picture and you will enter her world and see a little of her Oxford life.

Beauty and innocence to you, today, my sweet friends.

Attention: Dallas Mom Heart Conference--news!

We have found out that the Dallas Mom Heart conference hotel rooms are gone--we have over 420 hotel nights reserved and that was our limit. You may still get a room at one of two places! However, please tell both, if you call them, that you are with the Mom Heart Conference and they will possibly give you a better rate. Sign up soon and tell your friends as they are running out of space.

You can still come to the conference, so do register soon, to be sure to secure a spot.  (and they have very few rooms left), you will have to pay a weekend price of $110 up to $134. You may still call there to check for availability. Hotel Room Reservations: 972-831-0000 (Hotel) or 800-264-1178 (Marriott) (“Mom Heart Conference” rate) If you want to stay at the Marriott, please tell them you are with the group and you are willing to pay the higher price or they may not let you know if there are any available or not.

However, we have arranged for 50 more rooms for Whole Heart at the Wyndam, which is right across the street and very convenient, and the price per room night is $84 plus tax. Here is the information:

Brenda Sayegh > Director of Sales and Marketing > Wyndham Las Colinas Hotel > 110 West John Carpenter Freeway > Irving, Texas  75039 > Direct Line:  972-650-5907 > Fax Line:  972-650-5920www.wyndhamlascolinas.com     BSayegh@wyndham.com

Hope this answers some questions. Looking so forward to seeing you. All of you be blessed today.

What did you learn? What are you thinking?

A host of friends sharing life

I am preparing for our last conference of the season in Texas next weekend. There is so much life and grace amongst all of you sweet moms who attend our conferences.(And for those of you far away, we will be doing a final taping this conference that you can download.) But I always want to know--with all the sweet mamas you talked with, the messages, the thoughts that filled  your heart, I would love to know--what is He whispering? What should I focus on next week?

It seems every conference is different because the Lord always impresses me with something different I am learning every week. I would love to know what you have been learning lately.

Used blog 2/7/2021 Seek, Search, looking carefully and diligently

Hans Heyerdahl

Now set your heart and your soul to seek the LORD your God; I Chronicles 22:19

I love those who love me; And those who diligently seek me will find me.Proverbs 8: 17

Last night, I almost crawled up to my bedroom. Flying back from California and driving the hour from the airport home, unpacking suitcases and boxes from the car, I just had enough time to take a hot bath and wash  my hair before the door bell rang.

"Mom, there are 2 women to help you set up the house," came Joel's voice from outside my bedroom door. I was dressed in a towel, sopping wet hair! I quickly threw on some very casual clothes and dried my hair just enough to pull it out of my face, applied a bit of lip gloss and down the stairs I went.

Two and a half hours later and 42 women later, I ushered my last sweet moms out the door and looked toward blessed sleep.

When I got to my room, though, Joy was there, wrapped in comfy-come home and fall apart clothes--diary in hand, and plopped down on my loveseat with me--knee to knee.

"Mama, I am pretty tired, but I didn't want to go to bed without spending a few moments with you and sharing my heart."

And so we sat there, together, in the sweet air of love and mama-daughter fellowship and shared souls.

I was so honored that she waited up for me, to meet with me, to be with me, to care enough to spend time with me. It was a memory I will store away to visit for the lonely days ahead when she will be away at school.

And so my sweet daughter gives me a picture of how much He, too, longs for me to wait up for Him, to want to share my heart with Him, to seek His company amidst my busy day. He who is so very busy--and yet always makes the time for me, His little girl. It's a matter of making time for what really matters and putting aside all of the other stuff--to invest in the eternal.

Seek first the kingdom of God, Matthew 6:33

When you search for wisdom, search for her as for silver and gold, Proverbs

If I knew that somewhere on my premises there was a chest of silver and gold, enough to last my family for a life time, I think I would ponder it, think about it, put great effort into figuring it out, look for it, dig for it, because I would know it would provide just what we needed and wanted! I would go to great lengths to trying to find this treasure.

And so, the definition of  searching is: Trying to find something by looking and seeking carefully and thoroughly.

Is this the energy with which I seek God? This is what scripture tells me to do. He wants me to have eternal wisdom, insightful wisdom, wisdom that gives light to my path, direction to follow.

God wants to bless those of us who would really make Him a priority. He has promised blessing and favor and help and rest and guidance and compassion and mercy in our lives. God Himself and His wisdom is touted many places in scripture as being more important than silver or gold.

And yet, I have to really put away the distractions, the voices, the tasks at hand to be sure that He is my focus, my treasure, my confidence and hope.

I rarely meet people who have that palpable life--that almost tangible evidence of God's Holy Spirit living through them. But when I do meet them, every single one of them is a woman of the word of God. They have mounted up over the obstacles of their lives to seek Him, practicing every day to know Him, to love and worship Him.

I want to be that kind of person--that others can sense Him in me, but I know with all of my heart, it just doesn't happen unless I have been spending time in His presence, making Him my focus, living daily in His word and seeking Him.

And so, if I want not to seek to manipulate circumstances or to figure out a formula or system to provide for our family's needs or answers, I need to be sure I am not depending on idols or myself to provide, but see that I am waiting for Him, following Him, being still enough to listen to Him.

I so want to be faithful until I close my eyes on this place of home and awaken to His face--to have loved Him well and to have shown Him my love through my trust and faithfulness while here this short while--that is what I am contemplating today and hoping to pursue.

The kingdom of heaven is like a treasure hidden in the field, which a man found and hid again; and from joy over it he goes and sells all that he has and buys that field." Matthew 13:44

Have you heard the news about Relevant?

Sweet, Wonderful Sarah Mae

Two years ago, I innocently attended a Relevant blogging conference, by invitation from Sarah Mae who had found my books, not really even knowing how vast and broad and far reaching blogging had become. But there at the forefront of Relevant was a sweet, brilliant, insightful young woman, Sarah Mae. I instantly fell in love with her and wanted to adopt her. And so we became friends forever and I have loved seeing how God is using her in her generation to bring women together, to ask questions, to help cultivate a community of women who are influencing their world with the messages of Christ.

Today, Sarah Mae is launching a new name and new concept. Relevant will now have a new name and identity and I think will reach more women than ever. It has become

You will love the women writing and networking here.

For more of the story, go here. Go Sarah Mae and God bless and go Allume! So excited to be a part.

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