*used blog 5/6/2021 Keeping your Child's Heart through the Teen Years--it starts when they are born!

Durnstein, Austria

Traveling is a sort of hobby with me and with our family. Starting out in missions so many years ago, and having our books in 6 languages, keeps us going internationally, and hopping from country to country.

However, when I have the privilege of choosing a place to travel that feels like home and suits my soul, I go back to Austria, a sort of second home to me. As I travel in many other countries and big cities, the evidence of American culture is all around me--I could almost be in any other American city--there are McDonald's everywhere, Apple stores, Kentucky Friend Chicken signs, IPhone ads, Starbucks--the draw of the material culture of America has been so powerful that I see its effect everywhere I go.

Yet, when I go to Austria, though some of those marketing ploys are obvious in places, Austria is yet little changed by the Western materialism, as its historical culture and values is stronger than the values that would be imposed upon it. In other words, Austria, with the hearts carved on wood, the mountain chalets and piles of wood for the wood-burning stoves, coffee cafes,the flowers at the tables with pristine white table cloths, the strong Austrian coffee in dainty, real porcelain cups, the small glass of water and the quiet cafes where people talk for hours, the cobblestone streets--the predictable order and clean streets and good service--so many things never change, and the strength of such stability is a comfort and strong balm to my soul.  The culture has retained its strength.

(As an aside, Sarah and I had coffee out every afternoon we were in Austria and I only saw two people who had cell phones out or ipads or computers, during the whole time we were there--At every other cafe people talked, eyeball to eyeball and just shared one another's company--it was not a gathering of machines, but personal friends sharing minds and hearts.There was a blatant lack of media present in the cafes--though, of course, all use their cell phones and computers elsewhere.)

How does this apply to Family culture? The culture of the world--the music, movies, moral values or lack thereof, sexual revolution calls out to our children every day. Teenagers must grow into adults and learn to own their lives and values and convictions in order to be strong healthy adults. And the cultural impact of cell phones, facebook and websites adds a magnetism to the cultural values of teens and young adults that would draw their hearts away from the spiritual and moral underpinnings of home and family and church.

What to do? First, we must recognize that the desire for teens to have friends is healthy and from God and it is normal and good for our children to want community. Teens  are on the pathway of growing into adults so that they can form their own families eventually, and find a living and live their own life story. So how do we retain their hearts throughout their lives?

We make our own family culture and traditions and community and home pleasure stronger, more powerful and more fun, and more satisfying, than that of the world culture that is calling out to them. Personal relationship must be cultivated through all the traditions--not dependency on time-filling media at the center, but focussed, deep relationships that say, "I love you. I know you. I validate you. I am listening to you and I care for your thoughts and dreams."

That is the lesson I learned in Austria. Even as the Austrian culture has maintained most of its cultural values and strength against the onslaught of America's influence, so our children can retain our family cultures if we make them stronger influences than the world.

Pleasure, deep love and close friendship is at the center of life.

Family culture is comprised of the rhythms of life kept throughout the weeks; (for us it is a daily tea, coffee or hot chocolate afternoon time, devotions in the morning, hot  candlelight dinner together each night,  piles of book baskets and magazines everywhere, loud, daily discussions on every topic, back scratches, homemade treats always awaiting them and their friends in our home, all kinds of friends greeted and intentionally welcomed, Sunday morning feast, Saturday night pizza and movie every week; me making hot breakfast and homemade bread and music every morning, candlelight on tables, read alouds together evenings, game nights, seasonal parties and treasure hunts and car and scavenger hunts for teens); the traditions we keep on holidays, (spoiling the children on birthdays--the morning cinnamon rolls, family affirming and pouring words of life and appreciation and prayers on birthdays, shepherd's meal on Christmas, feast on Thanksgiving, monthly dinners in our home with close family friends, fireworks and lake gatherings on 4th of July, family day and hikes every year, every month no matter what dinners with our history group;  the activities we invest in in momentous occasions--(whole family support for recitals, speech tournaments, awards ceremonies, sports activities, rite of passage teen dinner, sending off graduation ceremony at 16 with the closest of family and friends, girl's club, boy's outings each week, working side by side in national conferences for 16 years as a family project).

Family culture is built from the time they are born into your home--the life that is crafted, takes years to perfect, but builds strong roots.

The point is, we have so much fun and life going on in our home and so many invisible threads from our hearts to our children's, that the pull of home and the deep connections and friendships we share with our children is a stronger pull than that of the culture that would seek to draw them. Our family culture, values and commitment is much stronger and more satisfying to their souls than the lure of their culture. Our ties to each other are strong.

This kind of culture takes a lot of work, investment of time and emotional care, and creativity, and yet, it is a work of art for the mom who would bring life, beauty, love, grace-giving atmosphere into the warp and woof of the fiber of her home, so that every day brings life and gives life to the heart mind and soul. There are, of course, seasons when traditions fall by the wayside, as life happens and emergencies and exhaustion can, for a time, take our rhythms away. Yet, if the rhythms are established deeply, they are always there, just below the surface. I have had to cut back on public commitments and answering email and comments so often over the years, because I know that family culture cannot be dropped, ever, if I am to retain the souls of my children at home, with the Lord, close to our hearts. This is the work of heaven and home.

To ignore the pull and draw of the world, is to ignore the battle strategy of Satan. So we must outwit him and be stronger in our own battle plan. Each child is different and does not conform to the family culture without the foundation of love. Yet, if we are to hold hearts faithful, we must aim intentionally and work diligently and wisely to be used by the Holy Spirit to keep their hearts strong, protected and sure.

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The Daily Miracle

But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, so that the surpassing greatness of the power will be of God, 2 Cor. 4: 7

All miracles Begin with a heart that is willing to believe God for the impossible, 

to engage one's heart in worshipping him by believing He is listening, 

that He will act, 

and then waiting for his perfect timing.

Without faith it is impossible to please God

The miracle today is that He is present, alive and blowing through the moments of our days--seeking someone to heal, someone to redeem, someone to extend redeeming love--and it will all happen through mere humans, those whose feet are made of clay--today, He is alive because He will live through me.

All of us, different skills, shapes, personalities, liabilities, stories--all here for a short few years to faithfully live out a miracle.

Jesus is in the world today, this moment.

His presence invades the things held fast to this earth, His love permeates the places of the lonely, His joy fills the air--

How? Through me--He is in me and wants to live through me to bring the miracle of Him to this world, through a limited earthly jar of clay.

We have this treasure-=invaluable treasure of God in me--today. 

How will I honor this vast miracle of Him in me.

Today--who needs me to give something that He would give--

perhaps some money needed; time given, a baby held so a mom can sleep.

What do I have in me today that His spirit would give--to those present in my life?

Today, someone needs his words of encouragement, hope--who is the person He would love through me?

Someone needs a cup of cold water, a sandwich made, a cup of tea served, an eye to eye encounter that says, "You are of great value--you are not condemned. I love you, He loves you."

To allow myself to be wrapped up in just myself, to close the power of HIm through me by being consumed with my own needs inhibits His ability to work through me--to bless through me.

We can suffocate His presence in us by not trusting Him to meet our needs right where we are--to forget ourselves, and to think of those who need His touch through us today--that is what will give life to our own soul--this service of worship by bowing down our hearts and saying, "This day is yours, for you--live through me, speak through me, serve through me--that is where we will find the joy and strength and power bubbling up and filling our own soul--

in the laying down of us and the submitting to Him in and through us.

Will my children, my husband, my friends, see the reality if Jesus today, because I allowed Him to be alive through me--all the moments of my day--because He, my treasure is giving light through me? This is how I give them the reality of Jesus.

You have this day to ponder just how He would live thorough you. You will never have this day again to invest--to live, to be available to Him through you.

When you close this day, in what way will you have brought Him to bear in your world, a work that will live faithfully through all eternity?

*used blog 5/13/2021 Thinking out of the box always upsets people, but leads us to true freedom and Real Life

Holy--to be set apart, not conforming to the world, but being transformed--by the wild and uncontainable God and following His lead, whatever path it takes.......

How happy I am to have Sarah home for my Saturday morning trek to my little French cafe.

We had far too much to catch up on and talked and talked and talked. A breath of fresh air to my soul to be with her. Our family tends to think out of the box--we discuss everything and challenge all Christian thought and live wildly, hysterically, celebrating-ly, with feasts and lots of freedom, within the walls of our home. I think it is genetic in our family.

My children have all said, "I wonder what people would think if they really knew what we believed and how we lived, that we are pretty out of the box and free to enjoy life."

Hmmmmm--so Christians aren't supposed to have too much fun or live wildly or freely--or question supposed Christian authorities--or celebrate life too much or live free from condemnation and guilt?

One of us posed the question this morning, "Wouldn't it be great some day if we didn't care what people thought?

A hazard of living in the public eye, I suppose.

But, I do love to move beyond the "expectations" and figure out what really is authentic in life, what really matters, how to experience the joy we were designed to know, every day, and to see the God that is not a tame lion--

So, do any of you like living out of the box of legalism, expectations, condemnation, rules, peer pressure, or feared criticism?

Hmmmm Jesus pretty much upset those who lived in the box of his day--as a matter of fact, he got crucified for being out of the box, and not fitting in with the "leaders."

Just saying I am thinking about this today.............

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 I keep coming back to this concept. I meet so few people, that when I am with them, their influence makes me  want to love God  more, be more idealistic, live more by wild faith and life-sacrificing love.

And yet I find myself amidst  so many who are overloaded with the mundane tasks, feeling bored, dead of soul...

When the life of Jesus is in our midst, there is a palpable crackle in the air, a sparkle to the lights and shadows of His dance amongst us.

Imagine--the creator of the universe--the one who played games with galaxies and atoms, romantic love and sunsets--He in our midst.

And yet, most people I know, including me so much of the time, live as though their feet are tied to the ground by heavy loads of duty, works, "shoulds", guilt and worry and sighing, comparing, inadequacy,boredom through the days.

He did not create us to live in such a way. He came to give life--and life abundantly.The joy of the Lord is to be our strength--and yet--what have the voices of this world done to our joy?

What have the messages of today's church done to mount "should do's", measuring righteousness by the boxes of theology instead of by the people we love and those we serve a cup of cold water or share our coats with;

caused us to measure our self-worth by the outside appearance,  instead of the inner glory of the heart?

The "How to's" instead of lessons in humility and redeeming the lost? The accomplishment instead of the faith exhibited? Who in your life points you,  passionately, irresistibly into the arms of a loving God, a gentle shepherd, a compassionate Father, an interesting artist, to show us the God  who longs for us to live, celebrate life, exist above the present mundane and to perceive the invisible life of the Kingdom He is shaping through us for eternity.

Is it any wonder when college students lose their faith, because Christianity has been for them a list of moral rules that do not captivate imagination or stir hearts  that long to find purpose and to be a part of a great cause?

A laying on of guilt? A living by works? When it is He--Jesus--the Life--that we were to be living graphically, incarnationally, realistically in our home by relentlessly pursuing His love in our actions? His truth? His excellent and deeply fulfilling plan for our lives?

Knowing Him should create in us a powerful sense of life, excellence, expectancy from a heart filled with faith, love and anticipation.

So, I ask you today--are you finding deep fulfillment and a bubbling up of love from deep within? A feeling of heaven meeting earth in your home right where you are today? Are you sensing the pleasure of God as you see the color of spring? The beauty surrounding the moments of your life?

It is only in pursuing Him, the Life that coming into the world, enlightens every man--not rules or laws or formula or morality---but the Person--who has so very much more to offer those of us who would leave all behind, and sell all that we have to grasp and hold fast to the pearl of great price.

But, to find Him and to live vibrantly in the reality of His ways and His presence, requires living out of the box.

So, how about you? In the box or out?

A Little Boy who has Superman in his Heart

Tales for future Heros #1

Superman Nathan

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Nathan did not come with an instruction book. He did not sleep through the night until he was 4 years old. His little body seemed agitated. His spunky personality, strong-willed heart presented challenges at almost every point. Nathan helped me to become a prayer warrior because I spent so much time asking God for wisdom, insight and help. And so God showed me his heart and helped me to see the plans He had for Nathan to grow up in to a man who would be noble, true and good. And so I chose stories that would give a foundation to his soul that cooperated with the desires of His heart. And here is his perspective.

It ends up, Nathan is a kindred spirit--a dreamer, an idealist, one who wants to bring his messages to bear in the world--and that is why he was out of the box, because God made him so.

Here is his side of the story.

As a young ADHD boy, I had a hard time sitting still for long periods of time.

Much less sitting still at all.

So reading long books for hours on end, seemed about as possible as flying to my eight year old mind, maybe even less so, being that I considered myself a future Superman.

But, my wise mother, while knowing how her son worked, also knew the value of good stories in my life. So, she found a way to work within my limitations and find a way for me to ingest the stories that would end up shaping me, while simultaneously doing it in a way I didn’t feel like I was going to explode.

Everyday I would pull out the pad of paper and colored pens she had bought me while she would begin reading aloud to me. It was my task to create the pictures for the story unfolding, I took my job very seriously and had no idea that my love of heros and righteousness was being made. I grew to love and look forward to these times, and as I look back even now at 23 years old, I can see what a deep impact they had on my life.

Boys are made to be hero’s and warriors, we are made to look at great men and emulate their actions. Being a great MOB, my mom knew how vital it was to give me good pictures of what real men/heros looked like.

So today I would love to share with you some of the books/stories that have had the biggest impact on my life.

Lets dive into the first edition list of the reads that shaped me, that just might have an eternal impact on your young man in training.

1. Hero Tales: Oh my goodness! What a series packed with substance and inspiring messages. I think what I loved so much about this set of books, is that the stories were about REAL people in history who led amazing God honoring lives. As a young man it was immensely important to me to not just hear good stories with morals, but good stories about actual people who fought for goodness and chose to live a life worthy of being called heroic. I loved that they weren’t some fictional character, but rather these were real heros confronted with real problems, making real choices, and living REAL lives worthy of emulation .

2. Catherine Voss Bible: I can remember every morning for the better half of my life, waking up, walking downstairs and sitting down to listen to one or both of my parents read the novelized version of the entire Bible. It was something I looked forward to my entire childhood and something that has never left me. It was the first time I can remember the Bible and the stories in it coming alive. To this day, the way I know most of the random and lesser known stories in the Bible, is not through heavy study guides and personal study, but rather through a childhood of listening to this awesome book.

3. God’s Smuggler: This is the true story of a wayward boy, growing up to be one of the most influential missionaries and bible smugglers in the entire world. It’s the tale of Brother Andrew, a man who eventually learned what an adventurous and amazing life you can have once you make the choice to follow Jesus. I ended up reading the book myself again after it had been read to me. It inspired me to think about my life and what it could look like if I started even at my young age, making choices on faith in God.

4. Narnia Some of the most enchanting but poignant books I have ever had the pleasure to read. I’m sure you have heard of them, but if you haven’t already taken the dive, I highly encourage you to. As a young boy, these books gave me an entire world to be apart of, and a story to be engaged with. They simultaneously showed parallels between the christian walk, God, and my understanding of this world, like no other books have.

It has all the markings of one of THE best fantasies series inviting readers to become emerged. And once you are, you are unable to ignore the beauty of the allegories it holds.

5. The Kingdom Series This series is one of the groupings of books I look back most fondly on. In the vein of Narnia, but even more allegorical and understood by a border age group, these books are the stories and happenings inside the King’s Kingdom.

Each page is beautifully written with descriptive words and beautiful pictures unfolding into a beautiful allegory per chapter. Simple enough for a seven year old to understand but captivating for a 77 year old to be swept away.

My favorite chapter was always the one about the juggler who juggled to a different beat than all of the other dancers and performers and musicians in the kingdom.

There you have it! I could go on forever writing about the books that shaped (and continue to shape) who I am, but I hope that these first five of my favorite reads will help you on the journey to finding the stories and tales that will inspire, teach, and shape the young man in your life.

-Nathan

Question: What are some of your favorite character-shaping books for boys?

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*used Blog 5/27/2021 Motherhood: Beautiful by Design

Design creates culture. Culture shapes values. Values determine the future.

— Robert L. Peters

While traveling in Vienna the past few weeks, I was struck by the beauty and quality of design in almost all of the buildings downtown. Each building was constructed with an elaborate plan, that not only considered structural strength, but also beauty and detailed design that validated the skill and craftsmanship of the architect.

Our modern day homes lack the craftsmanship and artistic skill of historical buildings that were built to last for centuries. And so the pragmatic and common place has swallowed up the art, beauty and strength of the design of a dwelling crafted for beauty and visual design as well as structural strength and longevity.

Similarly, while walking the streets of Vienna, I was struck with how much we have lost the value for the beauty of God's original design for home and family. We have replaced the purpose, beauty and meaning of family, home and motherhood with the common and demeaning value our current culture has placed, by  devaluing of theoriginal purpose and beauty of family and home. And so we are not always even aware of what we have lost because we lack a perspective or memory  of the beauty of the original design and what God intended it to be.

When God created the heavens and the earth, he created it with minute and detailed intricacy and order. There was color and form and beauty woven in every aspect of His creation, as an expression of His own life art.

The pinnacle of creation, though,  was crafting man and woman in His image. And with this image, and relationships amongst those who would be his children, sharing His image, he created order and beauty within the structure of relationships called a family--a father, a mother, and children, and generations of family connections.

God's purpose in giving order and structure to these relationships was to provide a community of security, comfort, pleasure, inspiration, purpose and belonging. When children are born into families where the structure is intact, there is beauty, strength, health and moral and educational strength. Family was the perfect design before the fall, before there was any sin in the world.

Mother was the first name of the woman. Mother, by its very nature, embraces the giving of life to another outside of herself--a real live human being whose life will have implication for all of eternity. Motherhood requires accepting children as a gift, and giving them life--both spiritual, emotional, intellectual, and moral--is the greatest civilizing and most beautiful work a mother can perform. And when she skillfully builds a soul, by taking the time to give structure, beauty, excellence to the life of her children, their souls will emerge with the design, the very imprint of God's image and capacity for excellence in their lives.

If we have lost the imagination of how beautiful and meaningful motherhood and family was designed by God to be, we will lose the value and ability to reconstruct the beauty of God's original design and settle for something much less.

And so that is why we must return to the original design of motherhood and family. We must get into the heart of God's design if we are to manifest his purpose in relationship to our children, and value them appropriately, as God intended us to do.

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Beauty and Mess: seeing it with new eyes

 

Where no oxen are, the manger is clean, But much revenue comes by the strength of the ox." Prov. 14:4

 

I am sitting in my little quiet time chair with a cup of strong Austrian coffee in hand. From my second story window, I look out on the tops of countless pine trees with the Rocky Mountain speeking through, and a sky full of wispy clouds slowly moving by. In every home we live in, I choose windows that look out on the most beautiful natural scene, so that I can have some of His life-stuff to bring peace and quiet to my soul each morning as I meet with Him.

In front of me is a pile of books scattered over a coffee table. There is also a couch pillow thrown onto the floor, a couple of pairs of shoes left where they were taken off, a wilting potted plant in desperate need of water, some child’s abandoned sweat shirt, and a half-eaten candy bar. And this is just the eight feet in front of my chair!

The rest of the house is much the same-- life messes in the midst of order and beauty. As the proverb says, “Where there are no oxen, the stalls are clean.” I comfort myself daily with the fact that I have six or seven oxen living in my home most of the time, and thus my stalls are not always clean, but my house is full. My world is always a mixture of beauty and mess, order and piles of things not yet subdued into order.

Sometimes the circumstances of life are like our home--messes and joys, fears and blessings all in the same breath.

But it is what we see and how we perceive what is happening that will determine our comfort or our despair.

I have purposed daily to choose to enjoy the beauty of the treasures He has placed in my path, because when I look for His fingerprints and whispers amidst the messes, my heart changes and begins often to sing with the rhythms and chords He has placed there.

This week, I am enjoying the tulips my next door neighbor’s put in a jar on my front porch in contrast to piles and piles of snow, and seeing the blossoms on the trees, amidst the ice that give a promise of the life of spring that is around the corner. This habit of changing my way of seeing came when God gently intervened one day in a moment of my own anguish and despair.

 

God interjected a life application many years ago, when I was struggling with language in a foreign country, loneliness, disappointments, and inability to control almost any area of my life--you might say I was in a life-mess.

Many years ago in the midst of another possible miscarriage, I was sitting by a window in little mountain town in Austria. I was all alone because Clay and his mom, who was visiting from America, had gone to look at some little shops. We were staying at a tiny lake-side Inn in an obscure alpine village. Unexpectedly, just after they had left me to rest by myself in the room, I had begun to bleed, again, and was about 5 months along in my pregnancy.There was no one to talk to, no one to ask for help.

Fear gripped my heart, as I knew we were hours away from a hospital and my German was not good enough to explain what was happening to me! Tears flowed from an invisible inner spring, and I begged God, from the anguish of my heart to please, please let me carry this child to full term. All of the struggles of the last few months seemed to flood through my anguished soul.

Just then, a little sparrow hopped up on my window sill  where I was looking out as I prayed, and began to chirp, as though it was singing directly to me. I was not more than a foot away from the tiny creature.  It stayed there for several minutes and hopped closer and closer to the edge where I was looking out, an it appeared the fledgling birdie was  staring at my heart through the shiny brown glass eyes and literally chirping and singing wildly to encourage me.

What a sweet, delicate fuzzy ball of delight—singing its heart out with no one to applaud or respond, except for me. It was as though God was saying to me, “I am listening. I see the birds on a thousand hills, not one falls to the ground without my full attention. This little one is here to remind you that I see you and hear your heart's cry.I love you and am with you! Do not fear. Leave your broken heart with me.”

I didn’t know what would happen, but suddenly, a peace blanketed my sore heart. I knew that God, who is love, was with me and would be with me in whatever happened. It was as though an angel, in the form of a tiny bird,  had visited and given me His deep, soothing comfort.

It was the last time, in that pregnancy, that I bled. The pregnancy delightfully turned out to be Sarah, my first born, and now best of friends and a bigger blessing to my whole life than I ever could have imagined then.

From that moment, I decided to take notice of birds who sing—to believe that they are especially praising God, agents of his hope for me. I see them also as a personal reminder from God that He is present, every day, all the time--here with me. Often on my walks when I am pouring out my dark heart to God, a bird hops or sings along my trail and I am reminded that God is there— with me!

Now, I have birds sprinkled throughout my home--amidst the messes and art of my life--there to remind me of the song so many years ago from God's feather messenger.

We all have our own particular life and real messes, but even in the mess, God is there to redeem, to send His love, to show beauty around every corner. But, our eyes must be attuned to the beauty instead of focussing on the life-clutter--looking with faith and not with doubt, fear or despair.

Today, my prayer for you--and for me-- is that He bring the reality of His joy to you today in the midst of your order … and your messes, because He is with us to give us hope and comfort, always.

my birds in my living room

My birds that sit with me every morning in my living room, with my cup of tea and Bible time.

 

So fun when they grow up and actually start acting like adults......They are listening--really!

So, I got this in my inbox a few minutes ago and had to smile--of course it is some of what I have already shared with you, but I didn't know Nathan was going to write his side of the story--hope you enjoy it. But, I just love this blog article because this is from my little boy who used to throw fits and fuss and who was so very wiggly--and here he is, a grown man and taking on the world.

--you know how you never think your kids are going to get it because they always want the biggest piece of cake or fight over each other's toys or whose body is more over the cushion of the couch......

.Well, I promise, they are listening--

and as I read Nathan's blog today, I had to say to myself---wow-------he was listening, he does have a heart and he does know what it means to be unselfish--just saying......... Take courage, my friends, your investment today is going deep into their hearts.

ineed

by Nathan J Clarkson

I woke up this morning and with no hesitation I went through the list of what I want,

I wanted to eat, so I planned what food I should give to my self.

Then, halfway through making my self breakfast I had an unhealthy desire for coffee, so I poured caffeine down my throat.

Then I wanted to sit down in my the blue chair, but my roommate was sitting in the chair I wanted to sit in, so I decided to have a bad attitude and be grumpy.

I pulled out my iphone, and wanted to send a text without moving my fingers and suddenly wondered why I had to be the only person in the world without Siri...Life is really hard on me.

Then I walked back to my room and saw this picture of a young girl living in a third world country, celebrating because her village now has clean water. She is ecstatically happy because of water......just water.....

I have water, in fact I have around 20 glasses of half filled drunken water on my counter. I sometimes take hour-long showers because I can. And every now and again I pay people to dump it on my car because there is a smudge on my car window. And I don't think I have ever once been as thankful as her for water.

I have lots of water, food, friends, but somehow I still find something to complain about, daily.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with having, wanting or needing things. But how often are the things we find ourselves buying spending time on or getting-revolving only around ourselves and what we think we should have.

How often do we need a cup of coffee so we buy one for four bucks, how often are we hungry so we get a snack for our selves, how often do we want a new ipad so we get one for our selves? There is nothing wrong with any of these things, but lets turn it on the flip side.

How often when we are eating, we think of the millions of people (thousands in our own country) who wont be eating today,

How often do we play angry birds on our ipad do we think of the fact that for the same price of single ipad an entire village could have a well providing clean water, saving the lives of thousands.

I every day, ignore, coddle, and intentionally live selfishly. I have decided to fight that. So I am not going to do that with you.

If you have a sink, and have eaten today, you are blessed and richer than 99% of the world. You need to give. You will never actually be happy until you do. Neither will I. So, I don't care where it is. But we need to give, I need to give, You need to give.

So I started a fundraiser for a group started by a young man in my church that is giving the most basic and necessary thing for life there could be. Giving water to those who need it.

I would be absolutely honored if you would consider giving to my fund-raiser Nathan John Clarkson's Give a Cup of Cold Water

Honestly, to reach my goal I need you, but for someone to live another day they need you. Please don't think about giving, just do. The new iphone can wait. A child's life cannot. Your awesome, no go be awesome.

Click this link to give to my fundraiser.

Give a cup of Water and save a life

"And if anyone gives even a cup of cold water to one of these little ones , I tell you the truth, he will certainly not lose his reward."Matthew 10:42

Nathan was sitting on the comfy, well-worn couch, squished as closely as possible next to me with a bright pink dinosaur shirt pulled over his knees. He was leaning in to look at the pictures as I was reading a children's devotional Bible to all of us, as we did every morning.

And so I read, "if anyone gives even a cup of cold water to someone, you will get a reward from Jesus. Do you remember the verse that talks about Jesus when he said, "I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink,"

"So, when you serve someone, it is as though you are serving Jesus Himself."

"Just think, there are going to be people in your world, Nathan and Joel, Sarah and Joy, that may  be so thirsty for water or for life that you may be the one to  save them. You know, Jesus will bring people into your lives that no one else may be able to help. But you have to have a soft and generous heart to see the needs of these people. I can't wait to see how God is going to use you boys and you girls to bring life to people wherever you go!

"Do you really think I can save someone's life, mama? I want to be like superman and save people everywhere I go!"

"Yes, Natie. God has a work for you to do in your lifetime, to bring his love, and truth and life wherever you go. I think you will be used in a most powerful way and I can't wait to see the story that you live as His superman."

That was when Nathan was 5 years old.

I always hoped my children were listening to these morning devotionals. Through the squirming and noise and fusses, the Holy Spirit was working to bring His messages to the hearts of all of my sweet children.

Throughout his life, Nathan would bring lost teens to our house, seek to rescue those who had run away, share Christ with friends who were on drugs. His heart just grew and grew.

So, I have come to expect that he will always be finding another way to invest or to help--it has been serving at youth camps, holding magic shows for kids, giving money to favorite causes, and more.

Fast forward.

Nathan, 23, in Hollywood, seeking to bring God's light to the dark shadows there.

"Mom, I have a new ministry I am helping. You should look at it and see if we can get a bunch of people to help us. Every year, lack of water or clean water is the most common reason people die. I am trying to fund 3 wells in either Liberia, Ghana, Peru, or India to help provide water for people in those countries who may die without a well."

Perhaps you would like to tell your children Nathan's story and show them the site of the ministry and be sure to read the verses from scripture and discuss them together. It is the pictures and stories of people our children gave to and became a part of that has given them an ownership of their desire as adults to be involved in ministry.

MYGENEROSITY

WAS BEGUN By A FAMILY IN NATHAN'S CHURCH. They have literally saved the lives of thousands of people by providing wells for whole villages.

Would you help Nathan reach his goal of raising $1000 to dig three wells?

Would you please pray about giving $1, or $5 or $20 and help Nathan raise enough money to build three wells?

He just needs 80 people to give $10 and three wells will serve 3 villages, and hundreds of people will be able to stay alive and healthy.

You will be inspired to hear some of the stories, HERE. 

AND YOU CAN DONATE

HERE.

Thanks so very much for considering being a partner with Nathan. I am so blessed to see where the passion of my children's hearts leads them.

May you be blessed today.

Thanks so very much! God bless you. (Nathan)

Love, love the rhythm of Saturday mornings

Wonderful Joel, agreeing to take a walk with me downtown where every thing is in blossom.

This morning, I awakened early and sat with Clay over a cup of tea and catching up in my new blue robe he got for me. (I love robes that don't have any stains or scars from cooking on them yet, don't you?"

Then off with Sarah to our downtown French cafe where we have met on Saturdays for about 8 years. Oh, how my soul is filled whenever we are together, as we have a similar personality and similar ideals and dreams and so we talk and talk and talk.

This morning we had quiche and wholewheat walnut rolls with strawberry jam. Yumm!

We love local joints and local people. So we loved seeing Jeremy, our friend who works at the cafe and had a "Welcome home! How was you trip?"

That's the thing about local places--you can get to know people.

Then off to our walk amongst the old houses, where the trees on the street meet in the middle to make a gallery of green to walk under.

Finally, a stop at a store and a spiced chai tea from Agia Sophia to take home as we sipped in the car.

Now, home to read in quiet, a luxury in my home.

A text message to Joy, who is in Dallas at a speech tournament with friends, to remind her to eat to keep her blood sugar up.

I got a text back from her friend that said, "Mrs. Clarkson, this is Tess. I am force feeding Joy. She will be rosy and round when she gets home."

Off to visit a friend for a cup of tea this afternoon, and then Sarah and I and 3 other very close friends are off for a rare, "Girl's night" in Denver, where one of my friends is hosting a candle-light tea and giving a lecture on art pieces in London and Europe.

How nice to be home and what fun to have a day just hanging around with my sweet family and friends.

Oh, my! I just noticed how often I mentioned tea and eating--a pleasure to make life more delightful, no?

Have a lovely weekend--and btw, what are you doing?

Calling our Children to Bring God's light and truth to the World

"Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit," Matthew 28:19

Children are not to be the center of our lives, only Jesus is big enough to take that place. But passing on a vision for taking Jesus to their world in their generation is why we serve Him, by teaching, encouraging and instructing our children,

so that they will become those disciples of Christ's who bring His messages to bear in their own world. Motherhood is missional--a sending out into the world training venture.

And so, I delight to see the messages taking root in those very precious disciples that he entrusted into my hands into my home. I give you my precious Sarah.

Find Sarah on a full page in World Magazine this week. Pray for God to use her. Read her heart Here. at Thoroughlyalive.com

Sarah has loved working with Summit Ministries as a mentor. It is a requirement for all of my children to attend this wonderful world view training before they leave home. You will definitely want to check out there website and organization. Go here to see the student conferences.