Dancing Joyfully, Even in Pain

Life gives us plenty of opportunities to practice what we "preach," doesn't it? It seems there's always something negative happening that presses me to remember that God is still on the throne, there is still something beautiful about the world, and there is a reason to light a candle rather than curse the darkness. As Ruth Schwenk shares this morning ...

Sometimes life doesn’t make sense. As we grapple with heartache our focus must be turned to God. Through 5 miscarriages, the sudden and tragic loss of my father-in-law to a car accident 2 years ago, and the death of my mother-in-law just days ago this is something I have had to remember over and over again.

To dance in the midst of terrible suffering is to resolve, “I will not be a victim. I will not allow this situation to determine the response of my heart, because I have this life, this chance to trust God, to show his reality through my circumstances. I resolve to remain strong and faithful because of the loving God who holds my hand.” ~Sally Clarkson, Dancing With my Father

I hope you will join me today for a video plus the rest of the discussion of  Chapter Eight of Dancing With My Father at The Better Mom. Join me too, in prayer for sweet Ruth as she's traveling with her family and supporting her husband, who has lost both his father and now mother in just the past two years, and will be the one to lead her funeral service in the next few days.

Life As It Is, Versus Life As We'd Like It

***I am so grateful to have my dear friend, Brenda Nuland, sharing with us here today, as I take a bit of a blogging break!~ Sally***

Do you ever find yourself frustrated with the way your life is compared to what you would like it to be?  I do quite often.  God has shown me my attitude has much to do with having peace about what I desire and reality and I'd love to pass on some of what He has shown me, hoping it will bring comfort to you in your journey.

We can choose to have faith that God is in control of our lives. By spending time in the Word, reading books by and about people of faith, and listening to music that feeds the soul...we build inside of us a deep reservoir to use in the challenges of daily living.

We don't need to be going through a great trial to need strength for living. Sometimes I find it easier to pray for a large need than for money to fill the van with gasoline. Little things need big faith, too.

We can choose to learn what we do not know.  I have been making a home for over thirty years and there is a great deal I still do not know about all the aspects of home-making.

I continue to learn how to better clean house and do laundry, ways to decorate my home, gardening skills I need...lots of gardening skills I need, recipes to try out, decisions to make about next semester's schooling, books to read...miles to go before I sleep, miles to go.

We can choose beauty in a world that gets darker every day.  I work at making things beautiful. I study the library books, magazines, articles, etc. in an attempt to find new inspiration. My home has to be a sanctuary from this world for all of us who live here.

I thought at one time I'd love to decorate in a Shabby Chic color scheme with big cabbage roses in pictures and on pillows.   However, that was not to be in a small house with two men. Fortunately, they both liked the lace on the windows, the teapots and teacups, the vintage look of the kitchen, the shelves of books and more books, all items men can live with.

They both appreciated the results of a morning baking in the kitchen along with coffee or tea (or a large glass of cold milk for my son). They liked the flowers planted, the herbs in containers, the rocking chair on the porch and the aromas when the door was opened and they stepped into... home.

This world should be a comfortable place in which to live...it isn't.  My home can be quite comfortable, though. I like soft sofas and chairs, throws everywhere for when it gets cold, pillows abounding, hot drinks on cold days, flannel housecoats, comfortable clothing (washed and put away where they belong), clean bed linens, quilts, and soft cats.

However... there is more to being at peace and comfortable than our choice of the stuff around us.

This world ought to be filled with grace and it is not.  Only in my home can I have some control over grace filled words and atmosphere. It has not always been grace filled.  There have been plenty of days when tempers flared and words were spoken because the people living here were exhausted and cranky. However, because grace is sought after and important, there is always the hope (and plan) for peace to follow forgiveness.

For most of us, we do not stay within the walls of our home all day, every day. Life is often lived on the other side of the front door, whether family members work outside the home or simply must run the necessary errands required of keeping a home.

We attend church and other meetings. We take part in school activities whether they involve homeschooling, public schools, private schools, universities or preschool. We volunteer, we hold public office, we do what we are called to do to be salt and light in the world.

But at the end of the day... there must be a place where we come home to a world a little closer to what it ought to be.

It will never be perfect this side of eternity. But when there are people making an attempt, doing their best, putting thought and energy into bringing a little bit of Heaven into this fallen world for their family (in spite of the fact reality is far from perfect and perfection can never be reached) then we are at least heading in the right direction toward hearing "well done good and faithful servant".

Brenda lives in the American Midwest near a major University.  She loves good coffee, tea served in lovely English teacups, old books, and decorating with vintage thrift store finds. 

Brenda has been married for over thirty years and brings her experiences of raising a daughter and her "surprise child" son born twelve years later. Her daughter is now a homeschooling mother to five children and her son is graduating from college and getting married this year.  They are her favorite people on the planet along with her high maintenance Maine Coon cat named Victoria. Brenda also writes at her blog Coffee, Tea, Books and Me.

The Joy of Friendship that sustains the heart

Behold, how good and how pleasant it is For brothers to dwell together in unity! It is like the precious oil upon the head, Coming down upon the beard, Even Aaron’s beard, Coming down upon the edge of his robes. It is like the dew of Hermon Coming down upon the mountains of Zion; For there the Lord commanded the blessing—life forever." ~Psalm 133

I love this picture! Not only because the colors are so soft and beautiful, but because it depicts women working together--and, I'm sure, enjoying their work so much more for the comaraderie.

We're talking about the joy to be found in God's gift of friendship today at MomHeart.

We need look no further than our computer/phone screens for proof of this chapter’s title! Facebook, Twitter, Instagram … all full of, “Look where we went!” and, “Guess what my child just did?” and, “You have to try these amazing cupcakes!”

Yep. Delight multiplies when we experience it in community—even after the fact.

God knew it would be this way..."

After a full morning out chattering, talking, laughing and sharing deep soul issues with Sarah, my 28 year old daughter at a little French cafe, my joy became "fuller" because I felt heard, understood, shared life and lived in the love we have shared over many years. Joy was meant to be relational. We must work diligently in this isolationist world to build relationships.

I hope you'll pop over to MomHeart Online today for the rest of this discussion on chapter seven of Dancing With My Father!

And I pray you find yourself surrounded by friends. If not, maybe you'll be inspired to find some? Many around you are lonely, too! Invite someone over for tea, or out for a lunch date or something fun. And do it soon! You won't regret it.

Entertaining Angels Unaware--Serving the little angels in my home Mentoring Monday

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Frederick George Cotman

A crisp fall evening, with blazing sunset of reds, pinks, corals shouting for attention out our back deck found us taking a moment to admire. As we were sitting in peace, the front door opened and my 26 year old, Joel, strode in with weary face and exhausted body.

"I just decided to come home after working all last night and today, because I need "us" to give me some rest and peace.

Dinner still a half-hour away, I quickly cut some savory cheese and mounted some crisp whole grain crackers on a plate and poured a bubbly drink in a glass and gave him my offering, "Just a little something to hold you over till dinner is ready."

The furrowed brow softened and he said, "This is why I came home--I knew you all would fill me back up and I wanted peace and quiet for at least one night."

One of the best powers of home is the life that comes from within that gives comfort, a "place to belong" and a place that soothes the soul, inspires the mind, and gives a moral compass through all the twists and turns of life.

I asked my boys last year why they both idealized the thought of coming home. Both said, "It was the hot meals we shared every night. The welcome of our dining table. The cups of tea and books read and all that went into making our home place the best place to be, the one place that always said, no matter what, you are welcome!"

Often when we think of having company over, we think of cleaning our home, cooking great meals, decorating, putting forth our best.

Yet, when I pondered Jesus, I realized, he prepared a garden for his children when they were first created--one of beauty, color, endless choices for food, a palette of delight to enjoy in all that His artist hand could create.

Before he would give his last heart-felt words to his disciples, he had chosen a home with an upper room, he had sent a servant to prepare it and to prepare food, so that his words given would fall in the atmosphere and beauty of a prepared place. And I have to think that the God who prepared a garden of such beauty at the beginning, had also put thought into preparing the place of the last supper with the eye of comfort, beauty, hospitality.

He, the one who is still going to prepare a place for us in eternity--that there will be many mansions where we will dwell with Him.

Home is one of the things that many in our world have not valued, and so there is no prepared place.

It is in giving rhythms of home, meals, tea times, convalescent food (soups, crackers, ginger-ale), birthday fare; favorite Sunday night snack dinners; Saturday night pizza and movie nights; Shepherd's meal on Christmas Eve; candle light evenings with soft music.

The giving of hospitality to our beloved children is an art that will truly reach their souls and give them a reason to believe in the God of love and holiness. When body needs and emotional needs and minds are filled with nobility and inspiration, then souls are predisposed to want to follow the God who is revered in all of these rituals.

It is not the indoctrination of theology forced down daily that crafts a soul that believes, it is the serving and loving and giving that surrounds the messages where souls are reached.

A truth, without love and grace, is a truth that is rejected,

because Jesus' words without Jesus becoming the servant king who washed feet and fed thousands and took children into His arms,

would not be God incarnated.

My dear friend, Elizabeth Foss said, "

"Make hospitality your prayer. Seek to comfort and to minister. Look for ways to lighten someone else’s load. In every guest and child, no matter how cranky, no matter how demanding, see Christ. Open your heart wide; risk allowing people to see your weaknesses. For it is in that very weakness that his power is made perfect."

And so, as we approach the holidays, ponder how to make your home for your children, even small ones who you caress and give cool sips of juice and small bites of meal; the teens who rage with hormones and moods but need a cup of thoughtfulness and cookies prepared on their behalf; and a weary husband who needs patience and compassion served in a favorite treat--

a place where the giving of hospitality and love becomes the life through which your children see Jesus incarnate in your home.

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This week, I will be away from all social media, sharing a time away with my precious family, in the mountains. I have asked some other friends to share heart articles with you, and I know these articles will fill your soul, because I know the ones writing them. I wish you a good and glad week.

Just had to post this: Choose to give your sons words of life!

My son, Nathan, Actor in Hollywood

Nathan writes for a mom's blog! He is my dear friend, my kindred spirit and brings great fun and sparkle to my life. What fun it was for me today, to find someone sent me the article he wrote this week at another blog. I just had to share it with you because I enjoyed it so much! Be sure to check out Nathan's book below as he is another Clarkson writer and is working on a new book! I think you will love this article!

Choose to give your son words of life

By  on November 2, 2012 in "those" boys

As I walked to the grocery store, I suddenly realized a bad habit of mine . . .

I walk with my head down watching every step I take. 

#mobsociety

I discovered as I did this that my entire trip to the market was filled with every piece of trash, crack in the sidewalk, and discarded rotting food product, leaving me a bit frustrated at peoples’ carelessness, agitated at having to walk around pot holes, and grossed out by the unpleasant sight of week old litter.

So on the trip back to my house I decided to lift my head, and see the world above the dirty ground as I walked home.

As I did I started noticing what a nice day it was, I would have random people look and smile at me, I saw interesting things in windows and soon found my attitude and composure was no longer one of disgust and agitation, but of happiness and joy for a nice walk.

My peripheral vision warned me whenever there was a bigger crack in the sidewalk or food item to avoid, but for the most part my vision was filled with interesting, fun, beautiful things contrasting my previous walk filled with each imperfection.

Just a tilting of my head . . . a change in the angle angle of my eyes changed my whole demeanor.

There’s a misconception that girls are only the ones who need to be told they’re pretty, and have doting positive remarks said about them.

While girls may be more vocal and honest about their need, I believe with all my heart that boys and men need them just as much.

I find my self constantly asking and seeking for those close to me to express my worth to them. I need to hear that I am strong and good, that I have hero qualities.

That I am a man of God and even that I am handsome!

For the rest of the story, go here:  at The Mob Society

Buy his book, Wisdom Chasers, here! A great Christmas present for your boys and your husbands to read to your boys!

** used blog 11/2020 Consider it All Joy

Consider it all joy, my brethren, when you encounter various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance. And let endurance have its perfect result, so that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing.” ~ James 1:2, 3

I am not naturally a very noble or valiant person. And so when I read this verse over the years, I would flinch and go through it quickly, because I didn’t relish trials. Our lives have been full of them and I have, at times, learned to dread another day in case it might have some new trial in it.

 Having four children, homeschooling, moving 17 times-- six times internationally, and all the difficulties in relationships, criticism for my ideals, finances, health issues, loneliness, marriage, the different phases of my children’s lives, ministry and an overload of responsibilities …  just keeping up with all the work that never ends was so very much harder than I ever realized life would be.

 Though in my early 20′s I had become serious about the Lord and truly committed to going anywhere and doing anything for His kingdom, I no more had an idea of what that would mean than a little girl who dresses up as a princess and pretends to know what it would mean to become a queen and rule a country. Yet, I can look back now, after many years of trials, and see that God had great plans for my life. The only pathway to these plans of His was through many trials. I had committed myself to becoming a warrior for His kingdom in this life, not realizing that in order for someone to become a general to lead others into battle, he must first begin with basic training.

 Basic training is that hard, disciplined, demanding season of training that seeks to build strength and self-control in the life of a would-be soldier. It is for the purpose of drawing soldiers forward, stretching their capacity to be stronger, more capable, and to live up to their own ability and potential. After passing successfully through basic training, a soldier must prove worthy in real battles to earn the right to humbly and wisely lead others into victory in bigger arenas.

 And so, because God delights in us entering into the fray of this world to bring light, beauty, and truth; because He wants us to learn to stand strongly and boldly for His purposes, He sends us trials and training to prepare us for the platform He would have us stand on. His trials have been the training grounds to give me integrity in my messages so that I really could encourage other women. Only God was there in the dark moments of my life, to see if my heart would respond in faith, to do the hard work, to love when no one else knew I was making the right choices but God.

Are you facing trials today?

May God grant you the grace to make your story one of worship, redemption and hope.

And may you know His constant love along your journey's way.

It just really isn't all about me--the secret to embracing joy!

As I look back over the seasons of my life, I often struggled because I did not understand some very important truths that are foundational to Spiritual health through out all the ages. It's a pretty simple and straightforward concept--but sometimes very hard to comprehend.

Joy comes through exercising faith right on the path where God has led. Faith catalyzes Joy as we worship by choosing to see God right in our midst, at this place, in this step of life. For more about this concept and more encouragement today, and Dancing with My Father, you can connect to: thebettermom.com

From Desperate to Hope to Friendship to Destiny!

Motherhood is daunting. It is delightful, fulfilling, rewarding, eternally significant, but it is also daunting! There are times in every mother's journey when the less than glamorous aspects of motherhood can feel like a heavy blanket of desperation wrapped around your spirit!

This is why Sarah Mae and I wrote the book: Desperate: Hope for the Mom who needs to Breathe, which inspired this year's Mom Heart Conference theme, "I take hope. Moving from Desperate to Destiny."

All of us need to take hope from the promises and wisdom of God to make it through those wet blanket, overwhelming, dark days.

Join hundreds of women from all over the US and other countries to be inspired and encouraged.

This year, I want every mom who attends to leave the conference with hope for herself, for her home, for having the ability to love and shepherd the hearts of her children. Not just a passing feeling, but that God is active and living in themselves, their homes and in the hearts of their children. The kind of hope that leads you from desperate to a sense of destiny--that through you God will shape the next generation of adults, and that your labor and love is investing in eternity.

This weekend will be one of refreshment, encouragement, close friendship and fellowship, laughter, tears and life. I hope many of you can make it. There is music, great food, chocolates, great speakers, lots of extras and books galore!

Please join us and tell your friends. For 4 more days, we are extending early registration, which is the lowest price and including $10 for the book table. But you must register by Saturday night, midnight, to get in on this offer.

Can't wait to see you there.

For more info, go here,  http://www.wholeheart.org/our-events/

and please help us spread the word!

Pick up our button from my side bar and put it on your side bar!

Thanks a zillion! :)

Motherhood is daunting. It is delightful, fulfilling, rewarding, eternally significant, but it is also daunting! There are times in every mother's journey when the less than glamorous aspects of motherhood can feel like a heavy blanket of desperation wrapped around your spirit!

This is why Sarah Mae and I wrote the book: Desperate: Hope for the Mom who needs to Breathe, which inspired this year's Mom Heart Conference theme, "I take hope. Moving from Desperate to Destiny."

All of us need to take hope from the promises and wisdom of God to make it through those wet blanket, overwhelming, dark days.

Join hundreds of women from all over the US and other countries to be inspired and encouraged.

This year, I want every mom who attends to leave the conference with hope for herself, for her home, for having the ability to love and shepherd the hearts of her children. Not just a passing feeling, but that God is active and living in themselves, their homes and in the hearts of their children. The kind of hope that leads you from desperate to a sense of destiny--that through you God will shape the next generation of adults, and that your labor and love is investing in eternity.

This weekend will be one of refreshment, encouragement, close friendship and fellowship, laughter, tears and life. I hope many of you can make it. There is music, great food, chocolates, great speakers, lots of extras and books galore!

Please join us and tell your friends. For 4 more days, we are extending early registration, which is the lowest price and including $10 for the book table. But you must register by Saturday night, midnight, to get in on this offer.

Can't wait to see you there.

For more info, go here,  http://www.wholeheart.org/our-events/

and please help us spread the word!

Pick up our button from my side bar and put it on your side bar!

Thanks a zillion! :)

 

 

The Culture of our own family home.....

“Where we love and are loved is home, home where our feet might leave, but not our hearts.” Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.
Welcome began where my precious firstborn, fought the construction at the airport, to pick me up one more time and to say, "Hi, Mama. I love you. I am so very happy you are home."
Then the wonderful emails, comments, facebook messages--to see how very blessed I am to have so many, undeserved friends praying and wishing me well and welcoming me home--
I do not deserve such abundant grace and love and it fills my heart with thanksgiving.
My shady front porch which says, "You belong here." I bought 4 rocking chairs this summer that invited us all to sit and talk whenever and we spent hours being together here--and had to pull up chairs.
So happy to be in my home again–
where the tea is strong, (Yorkshire Gold)
and always  in China cups or mugs, (It keeps it hotter!) This one of my favs--all the kids gave it to me for Christmas a few years ago!
At my kitchen counter, I can grab a handful of my dark almonds, (I buy them in bulk--my antioxidants, you know!) or nuts or grapes or fruit--whatever is in season,
my little books and things that are familiar every where I left them......
and Clay and I chatter about events, ideas, dreams and thoughts and I know he will laugh at the things that made me merry! He puts on music which wafts through our home most of the time, all the time;
 Sarah greeting me with a fresh crock-pot full of chicken, herbs, oil, potatoes and a sauce that is savory--meal already prepared--and all is straight, clean and inviting--no work for me!
flowers that have lasted us 2 weeks (only $3 bunches--picked well! ) and a lit candle, fresh pears and cheese, and home made apple crisp
 snuggling up with a great  "Joy" heart talk,  before she goes to bed, sharing secrets; (on the phone, of course, talking of Thanksgiving in just 3 weeks,........)
my own little books and magazines and precious pictures and things all around, and having candlelight and warm meals at night in our warm comfy den with....
and lots of talking and sharing with everyone wanting everything heard and known and giggled at;
Kelcy–oh faithful golden retriever paws me again and again and again, and where all is familiar and all belong to this tiny little community of Clarkson.  We have built our culture over many years--but it speaks to all of us of "Clarkson" and though it may not appeal to others, to us it speaks
"Home where you belong."
Oh so happy to be home tonight!
What things define some of your family culture?