Developing a Self-Image of a Servant leader in your Children Mentoring Monday #15

Livestrong

Working together with our children models the truth we are trying to teach them.

What a whirlwind week I have had with so many wonderful well-wishes, gifts, flowers and celebration of my 60th birthday. All of your letters, comments and cards have truly encouraged my heart and made me feel quite loved.

Saturday night, we gathered with some close friends and my sweet children and Clay. According to our tradition, everyone tells the birthday person why they appreciate them or how they have been blessed and then the birthday person gets prayed for and blessed by all who are at the celebration. We have practiced this for many years and we have seen our children's souls practically burst with the goodness of life-giving words and prayers just for them.

All of my children communicated the most wonderful blessings to me. Nathan said, "Mom, as I look back on my life, I am beginning to realize just how much time you invested in our lives. From daily devotions, manners, learning to do chores, educating us, correcting us, providing lessons and leadership opportunities and counseling us on every possible subject. I just want to thank you for investing so much time and giving up yourself to make my life strong. Everywhere I go, I hear your voice wisely telling me what to do."

As I have been pondering all of these wonderful words of life given to me this weekend, I have realized that investing in a child's life, mind, soul, heart, habits, education, takes lots and lots of time and training. But the daily training--NO not this, but this; no not this, but this, ........(a thousand and thousand times)! This is what it takes to shape a strong soul.

Self-actualization is a term  that has come up in conversation a lot this week. All of my children have talked about how they grew into thinking they could bring light to their dark world because of the way we trained them and talked to them, over and over again. .This idea means giving your children a real sense, inside, of who they are, what they were created to do, understanding their amazing capacity to live life with redemption and influence by living in to God's will and owning His design for their lives.

We work with a cooperative spirit, freely giving and receiving help.

Way 15

"This week's Way, number 15, is all about giving your child a sense of being a servant leader. Part of perceiving oneself as a leader is thinking inside that God has made them to serve and that it is a glory of a person to serve well. But another aspect of this perception is building a strong family sense of community.

Each morning, after breakfast, I would put on lively music and have all of the kids do the same chore to restore our house to order before we began the day. We would all rock out together on the same songs while one put the dishes in the dishwasher, another swept, another straightened the room where we would be reading, etc. I would, as often as possible--(we all have grumpy, discombobulated days!)--but mostly, I would thank them.

Before we had guests, each of us would have an area of picking up, setting the table, putting up a personal welcome sign, (welcome, Joel!--or whatever),  lighting candles. And I would tell them how much I appreciated them making our home so beautiful.

 

Our ministry conferences, each had tasks. Little ones would welcome moms with a basket of chocolate they would pass out. Older kids would run the book tables. Each year, all of them had to give a short talk, greeting, song or prayer at the conferences. "You all are the best book people will ever read. The Clarksons together, are used by God, to help mamas all over the world, to see how important it is to raise their children for God's glory and to build a strong generation.

As a matter of fact, having our children serve together for many, many years is one of the key components to the reason they all have a perception that God has also called them to impact their worlds for God's kingdom.They heard these messages in our devotionals, they heard us speak them to adults at conferences and they practiced right beside us, doing what we were teaching them.

Teaching the passages of Jesus when he laid down his life and served others, (feeding the 5 thousand and seeing how God used even a little boy to serve in a miraculous way, holding the children, healing lepers and those who were weak, etc.) and then I  would often say to my children, "God is making you so strong inside. You are such a help to your little sister or you have worked so hard.  Just like Jesus!" or "I couldn't do without your help." or "I know that God made you to be so strong inside--you are such a help and you have been so cooperative today. I couldn't have such a wonderful house without your help. Thanks so much."

A big part of our perception of serving when we are older and humbly helping others comes from practicing helping others and hearing about the importance of serving others when they are young.

Memory verse:

"Two are better than one, because they have good return for their labor. For if either of them falls, the one will lift up his companion.But woe to the one who falls when there was not another to pick him up." Ecc. 4:9-10

As you learn the truth of this way, have a grid to encourage your children that family is always to help each other, and that they are so very precious to be willing to serve others. Giving your child a self-image of perceiving that God wants to use them in their world, will shape their work and service the rest of their lives. Giving them practice to serve each other will build strong relationships between siblings when they grow up.

But here!

This week, ...........60!!!!!!!!

Celebrating my birthday week with all of my wonderful friends and family. All of my precious children are home and we are celebrating each day together--and all of the history we have made as a family.

There will be eating and talking and chocolate cake and hiking with a picnic in the mountains with fried chicken and pictures and movies and prayers and blessings--

And I am practicing expanding my lungs so I can blow out about a zillion candles.

Actually, this is a landmark year, my 60th, so I thought we should all celebrate us being a clan of Clarksons. And thanking God for the amazing ways He has been faithful and blessed our family.

Having time just to be with all of my peeps is the best thing in the world.

So, I will be absent a few days, but I am feeling quite blessed and enjoying each moment.

What spills out of the depths of your heart? Mentoring Monday

Charles de Bruyères

When you are taxed by your children, your friends, your husband, what flows out from the depths of your heart? Whatever you have cherished inside is what will flow out. When you are squeezed you will spill out what is in your heart. So it is essential to understand, what you are pouring in will surely spill out in your words, your eyes, your attitudes, your actions. Filling the inside of our souls with beauty, goodness, humility, faith and love of Christ must be intentional so that there will be substance of his life to spill over to others.

Proverbs warns us to guard our heart. "Above all else, guard your heart, for from it flow the well spring of life." Proverbs 4: 23

Jesus said that it is not the outside--the performance for others, the attempt to do righteous works, that determines what a man or woman is like. It is possible to fool others because of our behavior. But it is never possible to fool God. He sees what we are like on the inside,

"Man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart."

Heart cleaning leaves us empty for heart-filling. Pouring in is something I must do on a regular basis, so that my heart is light, pure, filled with joy and love. This does not just happen accidentally. And of course, eventually, all of our children sniff hypocrisy pretty quickly--and by the time they are teens, they are fully aware of what our heart is revealing through time.

“Woe to you, teachers of the law and Pharisees, you hypocrites! You are like whitewashed tombs, which look beautiful on the outside but on the inside are full of the bones of the dead and everything unclean. 28 In the same way, on the outside you appear to people as righteous but on the inside you are full of hypocrisy and wickedness." Matt. 23: 27

I have had a number of sweet women in my home the past 7 weeks. Usually, the questions flow, "What did you do to cultivate godliness in your children? Exactly what did your daily schedule look like? What books did you read to them? How did you deal with their bad attitudes?"

But the beginning point of a mama spreading inspiration and faith starts with her cultivating her own heart. If she is reading scripture, pondering the heart of Christ, worshipping him and following His ways, then her children will draw the love and sweetness of Christ from her every day.

If a mama is engaging her mind in great books and growing and learning new ideas and stretching her own intellect, then her children will also be drawing from the interesting thoughts in which she has invested her mind.

If a mama is developing her character and taking small steps to become more self-disciplined, more of a servant leader, more patient, more generous with life-giving words, because of her obedience to Christ, then her children's souls will be sprinkled with the strength of her obedience.

If she engages herself in meeting the needs of others and reaches out with the redeeming message of Christ, her children will learn not just to hear words of the gospel, but to learn what it looks like to live the gospel.

A mom is a mentor--a coach in all things excellent in life. If she is not growing in excellence, she cannot pass on to her children what she herself has.

Don't worry so much about the right rules, the best formula, what are the right books to buy. Be concerned instead, for your soul--what are you planting there? What are you watering in the depths of your heart attitudes? Whatever you water will grow. Nothing in your heart will be long hidden--as all things hidden eventually will come to the fore.

So the starting point of your influence is the state of your own heart, mind and soul. If there is purity, wisdom, strength, faith, love and righteousness there, then when you pour out your life, those around you will be blessed indeed.

No money, things, training and activities can replace the importance of Children finding the very essence of Christ spilling out in our lives, from what we have carefully taken the time to place there inside.

I am leaving off of the 24 Family Ways right now, as I have taken so long to complete this series due to life and busyness and commitments. If you still want me to keep teaching these, let me know, as it seems interest has wained. I will keep making Mondays a mentoring time.

I would love to hear what you think! Be blessed and fill your heart this week with the eternal, the personal, the sweet and the strong!

How To Read Aloud To Your Children

Some of our most beautiful memories of homeschooling  are snowy Colorado days complete with a cozy fire, a cup of hot chocolate or tea, a great read-aloud,  and my pajama-clad children. What a wonderful thing it is to have stories that you can all share together, the delights of which are not too soon forgotten. My family still recalls stories from books we have read during our school days, listened to in the car on long road trips to Mammo and Pappaw's house, and even the ones we listened to in the car just driving to and fro in town. Robinson Crusoe narrated by Jim Weiss is our all-time time favorite audio book. Since this particular edition was unabridged, we were able to hear the salvation message weaved in throughout the entire book. We love the unabridged stories which thoughtfully leave the heart of the author intact throughout the whole narrative.  Reading aloud to children is as natural as mothering itself. It is meant to be a delightful, bonding time together and a fantastic way to disciple your children through stories. In out home, we never made our children  just sit and listen, rather they always had some sort of an activity to do during reading time. At the beginning of each school day, I would give my children a few moments to gather their assorted activities and get ready to read. We had two cabinets in our kitchen dedicated to read-aloud activities. These cabinets were filled with Play-Dough, water paints, markers, puzzles, beads, jewelry kits, etc.. (The messy activities were done at the kitchen table on a place mat.) In our reading area, which was also our living room/kitchen area, were bins with Lego's and other toys. (Note- when we started to read, the children would have their stack of Lego's ready, then have to wait until I got to a stopping point to gather more. They are super loud when they shuffle through the box.) As my children got older, we graduated to hot glue guns, sewing machines, soldering irons for metal work, and my daughter even went through a time of using  a small blow torch to make glass jewelry. Christie was quite a sight to see in her pajamas, safety glasses with blow torch in hand.

After each reading session, I would ask my children to narrate back to me what was read to them, and they always could tell me. Sometimes, they were a bit distracted, but overall they retained what they learned at the time.These days, it's just my 16 year old Jack and me at the cozy recliners, drinking our tea while he programs his computer games or some other kind of high-tech craft. Because of the nature of how active our reading time has been, my children have never fussed about not wanting to have read-aloud time. They are each highly creative and educated individuals that love to learn.

Studies have shown over and over that a child who is read to has a higher IQ than children that were not read to. If you do nothing else in your homeschool, please read to your children. Every school day, we did some form of math, reading lesson, a small bit of  handwriting (only when they were ready and only a small bit) and read aloud. The read-aloud portion of our homeschooling day took an average of 1-2 hours each day. Often my children would beg me to read more because they loved the books so  much. If you don't like the book, or if it is boring, chances are your children will not like the book. Don't feel bad not finishing a book if it is not working for your family and particular interests.

The most important part of my school day was my time with the Lord each day where I would ask Him for wisdom about which books to read,  for us to have time to read, and be able to enjoy the books. Follow the Holy Spirit and read what He gives you. Pray each time you go to the library or book store. God knows the books he wants you to read to your children. Follow God, not man. Don't compare your homeschool with anyone else's. You follow your God and His wisdom for your family. With that in mind, here are a few of our most beloved books that we used in our home. Remember, pray and ask God for the particular books for your family.

Discipleship is easier when you have a beautiful book in hand to assist you in teaching your children. We have loved Leading Little Ones to God by Marian M. Schoolland, which explains spiritual truths to children in a way that they, and you can understand. 

The Childs' Story Bible by Catherine Voss is a beautiful and accurate account of the scriptures. It makes the Bible stories come alive in an easy to understand way.

One of the best Bible's to cuddle up with your kids and read to them in bed is hands down The Picture Bible by Iva Hoth. It's filled with word-for-word  scripture and helps everyone, young and old, to be able to understand God's word. My kids favorite words to me and my husband after we finished reading it for the day was "Please, please one more story!!"

Our all-time favorite story book, which I still read to my children as teens, is The Complete Tales of Beatrix Potter. By the grace of God we were able to travel to the Lake District in England and see her beautiful country home. What a delight it was to see my teenage children so excited to see all of the things associated with Beatrix Potters' stories and characters.

When my children were teens, we read Sir Knight of the Splendid Way by W.E.Cule, which is available through Lamplighter Books. It is a dear old book written long ago that portrays the Christian life through allegory. This beautiful book has a chapter in which a character dies and goes to heaven. It describes Christian death in the most lovely an encouraging way I have ever seen. The story brought joyful tears to our eyes each time we re-read the book. 

In the later high school years, we read The Hiding Place, by Corrie Ten Boom. Words can't express how difficult it was to read her story, but how inspiring it was for our family to see how she showed the love of Christ everywhere she went, even in the concentration camps.

Stay tuned for next time where I will be discussing how to help your children to be creative through all sorts of easy crafts and mediums. May the Lord  bless you as you endeavor to educate your children with gentleness and grace in the power of the Holy Spirit.

We were meant to live for so much more, Have we lost ourselves???

We were meant to live for so much more  Have we lost ourselves?  Somewhere we live inside

Switchfoot

"but the people who know their God will display strength and take action." Dan. 11:32b

It's God's fault! I have been passionate and hungry for meaning since I was born. But I think all of us long for more--for bigger, better, a home that we will never have in this world.

Bubbling up in my heart from an early age was a desire to know the greatness of God. Extraverted and involved in so many activities, I was surrounded by people of all ages and many differing backgrounds. Yet there was a hunger inside to meet people who had a desire for greatness, excellence, vision in and through their own personal life. I always believed that if someone really knew the God who created this exquisite universe, that there would be an exceptional sense of  "life", beauty, power, love or purpose in the life of such a one.

And so I searched and searched for the hunger inside to be satisfied. Idealist is a name I have been called for most of my life.

When I came across this verse, my deep desire was validated and gratified. If one knows the eternal, compassionate, merciful, servant king God and if He indwells them, shouldn't they be different? Would the power of God in a person not cause them to reflect His reality--the incarnation of His spirit in all aspects of life.

The Holy Spirit, Galatians tells us, exhibits through the life of one yielded to him love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, gentleness and self-control. And so, can we assume that when we are focussing our eyes on Him, praising and worshipping Him in all the moments of our lives, our very being, fallen as it is, will encompass such a light and be so salty, that those who have been in our presence will be uplifted, inspired themselves to love Him more.

What does it mean to display strength? Many of us live in constant challenges in life where we could become victims, or become discouraged or possibly bitter. A victim mentality suggests that one is limited by his difficult circumstances. However, does this verse not suggest that in every circumstance, when one is walking with God, strength will be available.

We see Daniel, who penned these words praying publicly when it was outlawed because he was not going to compromise His conviction that God wanted him to remain faithful. Thrown into the lion's den--quite a dilemma indeed--we see Daniel saying, whether I live or die, I still believe in God. Strength of faith, self-control in the midst of feat, peace in the face of chaos. Next was a firey furnace. Again, Daniel was persecuted for his testimony and faith. Yet, it was to God's glory that he was not even slightly burned.

Strength displayed in the midst of life-battles originates from someone who knows--ponders, worships, seeks, understands their God. When God is present, strength is given generously.

(Rembrandt)

Queen Esther, risking her life before Hamon and her husband, to save her people.

Taking Action--initiative, doing something, pursuing the harvest field of the lost, working diligently, engaging resources for kingdom work that is needed. Even as the spirit of Christ always compelled Him to provide, to instruct, to take on the problems of His children, and ultimately to redeem us by yielding his very life, so His spirit inside of us should compel us to action. Passivity and laziness is never reflected through the character of God.

Consequently, when we are in the presence of God and in His word daily, we see that He has compassion on the poor, that His holiness exacts moral excellence in our own lives, that His forgiveness covers multitude of sin in the lives of those so undeserving of His grace. Christ's spirit constrained Him to enter our fallen arena, to become the servant leader, to give all that He had and was for the sake of those who needed Him.

Where is action needed? Where would Jesus look and say, there is a place where my righteousness must prevail. There is the place unconditional love must be extended. We are the hands, feet and voice of God. We are the picture of God that the world will see.

Will they see Life, Goodness, Love, Compassion, excellence of character and generosity of spirit because they are in our presence? If we truly know our God, we will be genuinely different--the Spirit of the living God resides in us and we shall be a supernatural reflection of Him.

Yet, in our present day culture, mediocrity and compromise is evident in every arena--and especially amongst those who call themselves Christians, Christ-ones. Studies suggest that most people do not even use more than 10-12 percent of their brain capacity.

Is it possible that we do not use more than 10-12 percent of our spiritual capacity? One of my favorite life verses is:

"For the eyes of the LORD run to and fro throughout the whole earth, to give strong support to those whose heart is completely His." II Chronicles 16:9

The strength does not come from our own effort--an exception attempt to gut out some kind of works. God promises that He will support us--give us that strength and help us to know how to take action.

And then Jesus tells us the same,  that when we abide in Him--live in Him, stay in Him, get our strength and wisdom from Him--that He will be the supernatural source of our strength.

Now is the time for believers to so stand in the presence of their God, that the aura of God shines from their heart, words, strength and actions.

Esther, Daniel, David, Moses, Abraham, Ruth, Mary the mother of Jesus, Peter and so many more, because of their love and knowledge of God, displayed strength and took action in their own times. These are our models who give us hope to think even all of us who are normal, when filled with the spirit of God, might also be those who display strength and take action.

And so I come to God this summer asking, "Lord, what would you have me do with the next decade of my life? How would your spirit move through me to display strength? Where do I need to muscle up and become stronger? Is there sin that is weakening me? Where would you compel me, within the limitations of my own puzzle of life, my own responsibilities, --where do you want me to obey you and take action?

What about you? In the power and presence of the Holy Spirit, where has God called you to display strength and to take action?

These few focusses have helped me to keep moving in this direction:

1. Find those who, when you are with them, cause you to want to be better, more faithful, who inspire you to walk with God. Whether in books, or in person, do what you can to be with them. I have sought out godly people and put myself in their path so that I can understand how to love God more and serve Him with strength and action. Their very lives motivate me to live more into the power of my God.

2. Read biographies of those  faith-oriented people that God has used. Corrie Ten Boom, Brother Andrew, Amy Carmichael, Hudson Taylor, Chinese saints, Mueller, Ben Carson, Andrew Carnegie, Mother Theresa, Jim Elliot, even Ghandi--one who had so much compassion. These were some of my favorites. We can be inspired by those who have sacrificed their lives bravely and boldly, because they were moved to take action in their generation.

3. Obviously, to know God, we must invest in His word and prayer often and at times at length.  You could not know deeply someone with whom you never invested time or communicated. So, the more we are with God, the more we will reflect His influence. His word is alive, His spirit is alive and so we seek to read and memorize it and pray it back to Him. God speaks to us through His word and his ultimate Word, Jesus become flesh.

4. Regularly, at least every 6 months, go away by yourself and observe the details of your life. What is draining you? Where have you ceased to believe God? It there any sin habit that is building an invisible wall between you and God? What activities are necessary? What are important?

Cut back on the minimal issues of your life. Ask God, "Where do you want me to take action? What should I plan in order to move ahead in this your work?

The reason the harvest is plentiful and the workers few is because believers have not displayed strength and taken action. it is our tendency to sit back and wait for someone more qualified to lead.

And yet, He has qualified us--it is the knowledge of Him that equips and provides.

Where does God want you to display strength and take action? I am praying His spirit will inspire and encourage you today!

A Bag of Tricks dazzles the wiggliest of kids

I was sitting behind a young mom at church the other day who was holding a large 2 1/2 year old in her lap for an hour and a half. The little girl in her lap seemed sweet natured but wiggly, giggly, active and talkative--in a normal tone of voice. I admired the mom holding her, but know that she was worn out after the service.

When my children were various ages, we often found ourselves in places--not just church, where they needed to be quiet or sit still--in the car when I was talking to friends, at doctor's offices and church and concerts and restaurants. I found that if I prepared them ahead of time and told them what to expect and how long it would take it helped them immensely to be able to be quieter.

I wanted them to learn that church was a holy place--where out of honor to God, we would use a quiet voice, very gentle actions and that they were such "big" girls and "boys" for being able to sit still to show God honor. Training, training, training all the time before they were in a place where I had expectations of them.

I also traveled with a bag of tricks, to so speak, that was never used for any other occasion. Depending on the age of the child, there would be a boxed juice and little container of cheerios or gold fish or small fruit leather--only to be used at the later part of their patience. Colored pencils when they were older, puzzle books, I spy books, finger toys for babies, as well as soft blankies to comfort. Joel was my car man and he loved, loved drawing and or just holding toy cars. He drew a million jeeps in his growing up years. I had a sketch pad for each one. All were quiet toys to be used when they needed to be quiet or sit still. The food and drink were only used in appropriate places and appropriate times. But I always kept this bag loaded in the car and looked at the dollar store for new stickers or little quiet things to add so there would always be something new.

At Christmas, Clay once ordered each of the kids a Land's end travel bag with their name on it--in different colors for each child. The he spent a couple of months filling each bag with paper airplane books, books on tape with a small cd player, challenges, mysteries, little toys, coloring books and quiz books and all sorts of treasures.

We kept each child's brief case in the car and it gave them hours and hours of pleasure over the years when we were on trips and when they were waiting on us. We never used dvds in the car as we didn't want media to become a habit when there were so many creative things to do. When the family culture is to listen to long books on tape in the car, all learn to improve their listening skills and it feeds their brains with great literature and exciting stories. You can accomplish a lot when you keep books on tape or other creative entertainment for the cd player. Teaching children to listen is all a part of shaping their appetites. If they are used to too much tv or movie entertainment, they will complain when they have to listen to a book or draw or stare out the window and imagine life. It is the moms and dads who build the habits for their children. All kids can learn to give up media if they are provided alternatives and if you hold to your decision. Never in the history of mankind did children have movies in the car till now.

I do not want to create guilt for anyone. We are all free to make the best decisions for our family.  ( a strategic Winnie the Pooh saved us through many ear infections at home), In the car, there are so many things to see that offer food for thought and creativity and it is a great place to disciple your children with great conversation and great music. Especially during the junior high and high school ages. We reserve the right to say all ipods off when we want to talk or listen to something as a family. Because it is an expectation, our kids never questioned it.

It also taught our children that there were places to be quiet and to sit still and exercise self-control. We had lots of fun and to this day, they all travel with fun stuff to use on long trips and places where they will have to wait. (on the plane or a long car trip, my older children all download books on tape on their ipods, bring books, journals to write in and snacks.) Fun to see the habit stuck in their own adult lives.

Touch and back scratching can soothe a child that is ready to blow. My mom also taught me a trick when I was a little girl--she would take one of my hands and pull slowly on each finger until she had covered all ten and then she might do it again if needed.

Even when my kids were older, when we traveled, I would have a stash of their favorite magazine, a new cd of music of a favorite artist, a short mystery or book on tape--and always the snacks of the hour. It used to be gold fish for special. (You can even get them at Whole Foods!) But now my kids like dark chocolate almonds to munch at the 1000 mile marker.

The happiest children are those who are kept engaged by planning on the part of the parent and it trains children to learn to entertain themselves and to listen.

So, as long as a mama plans, she can always pull out her bag of tricks and all will be well! :)

What do you keep in your bag to entertain  your family when they need distraction?

Mentoring Monday Initiative builds servant leaders

As young children, my little ones were facinated with nature. Living on 200 acres of wildness in the middle of Texas provided many opportunities to catch and classify butterflies, catch bugs, put snakes into large jars to observe, (I found one on the kitchen cabinet!) and to see how God had built lessons of life into the very warp and woof of his world.

One evening about sunset, Nathan and Joel were running ahead as we sauntered on our traditional walk after dinner. With the summer hours at night, we still had full light. Joel was captivated by a tiny any that was carrying a leaf almost 5 times its size. l

"Mama, if a tiny little bug like that can work so hard for his family aunts, maybe we could do a lot more than we think."

Three days later, we received a shipment of a printing of one of our books. Boxes were stacked high and would take quite some work to empty them onto our shelves. Late in the afternoon, however, Clay came out of our little office and found Joel, sweating profusely in the Texas summer heat, but he had emptied 30 boxes of books neatly onto the shelves with only 2 more to go. It was quite a task, and we were amazed.

"Joel, this is amazing! What made you decide to do this?"

"Well, when I was thinking about the ant and how he carried so much more than we could ever imagine possible, I thought, I want to be like that ant! I want to be strong and dependable. Something came into my head and told me to empty the books." (Yes, he really said that--9 years old. Maybe the Holy Spirit came into his head! :))

Romans 5: 8 tells us that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us. He saw our failures, our sin, our heartbreaks; He heard our cries; He, out of the driving force of His own nature that always causes Him to redeem, He took initiative to serve us an then die for us.

When we learn to take initiative, we reflect the out-reaching character of Christ. LIttle by little, as we train our children patiently and teach them to take initiative to be responsible, we are giving them a strong character and familiarity to take initiative when they are strong adults. There will always be work to do and so the one who takes initiative will always be in action. Initiative teaches believers to be responsible with the work of God.

Jesus says that the harvest is plentiful and the workers few. Why? Because many people wait to be asked to help. Those with the character of Christ are out in the world with eyes looking for people to help, work for the kingdom to be accomplished.

Initiative causes us to start a small group Bible study for women in our own home because we see a need--not because someone asked us. Initiative causes us to reach out to strangers to show them the love of Christ. A spirit of initiative says, "I am God's and I will live my life for His glory. I will be His eyes to look out for places I might help, love or redeem, in the spirit of His initiation to me."

From early years, we always told our children that God had created them with a personality and skills and drives in order to bring light and His truth into their worlds. Teaching them to be responsible for themselves and for others, made them familiar, when they were adults, with the need to reach out to others and to invest their lives, even if it took a risk, to bring His truth into their own worlds.

When we talk to our children throughout the moments of their days and create the vocabulary and train them to learn how to think of themselves as responsible, we are preparing them to live a story of servant leadership. And when they see us taking initiative to help, to reach out to and to teach others, they will develop a self-image of one who is especially called by God to take initiative to bring light to their own dark worlds--all for the love of God's design in their own lives and for their own love of their heavenly Father.

"We take initiative to do all of our own work without being told."

24 Family Way # 13

Go to the ant, O sluggard, Observe her ways and be wise, 7 Which, having no chief, Officer or ruler, 8 Prepares her food in the summer And gathers her provision in the harvest.

Memory Verse Proverbs 6:6-8

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Spontaneous adventure is the best choice--just what a weary soul needs!

Santa Fe Plaza--Joy stooping to look at the southwestern jewelry.

Santa Fe Are you there? Do you swear you won't forget me? If I found you would you let me come and stay?

The Newsies

A week ago, as the sun was setting golden over the mountains, and the chill air swept across the pines, Joy and I rocked  slowly on our front porch, sighing with exhaustion. Her wide brown eyes held furrowed brow. Twenty-two nights in a row of sleep in company, and almost 7 weeks all together, had drained our little souls. Reflecting on my busy weeks ahead with more company, all the kids coming home for family day, I realized I would only have a couple of days to celebrate my sweet daughter until she went back to college. Heart-to-heart time has to take priority in the lives of our most beloved, but must be acted upon to provide that intimate strong fellowship we all desire. Work will always be there--but the opportunity to celebrate life with our precious ones must be acted upon now!

A couple of nights before, we had watched the old musical, The Newsies, and the song about Santa Fe must have been in my mind!

"Let's go on an adventure for a couple of days--just you and me. I know, why don't we go to Santa Fe? It is just a few hours drive and we can have an adventure before the busyness starts again."

Clay agreed. Sunday morning, we threw snacks, various music, and just a couple of pairs of jeans in the car,  and happily left all worry and responsibilities in our rear view mirror. Clarksons tingle with excitement when one more road trip is begun, as years and years of memories of fun together in the car, gives us anticipation of being together and living free.

Singing, munching on dark chocolate almonds, cheese crackers and strawberry limeades, found us singing wildly to Rich Mullin's album "Songs." Just as we were driving south of Raton, we witnessed a raging storm, lightning flashing on the left and on the right with one small bit of sunshine in between. Driving through the one light spot on the highway made us feel we were like Moses walking through--in the middle of the Red Sea with walls of water on both sides. There were river-lets all over the ground. Finally, we did have to stop in a surging storm because of lack of visibility in a pouring downfall. Spirits grew with the wild beauty surrounding us.

As soon as we reached Santa Fe, knowing the shops would be open only a couple of hours more, we started on foot to explore the old haunts I had known as a child, growing up only an hour away in Albuquerque.

Again the rain started pouring down, and a concerned shop owner provided us with make-shift garbage bag rain attire.

Conveniently, we were  in front of a favorite French bakery at the old La Fonda Hotel. We ran in and dried off and immediately knew what we needed! A fresh raspberry crepe, covered in chocolate sauce and whip cream, seemed to soothe our rain bedraggled bodies and we delighted in each delicious bite, while sipping hot cappucicnos. God ordained an inspirational conversation with a Christian surge0n and his wife who told us their adventures in starting a medical ministry to Haiti, and traveling each year to give aid to people in great need of a doctor's attention.

Never a dull moment, we walked literally miles and miles over our 2 days. As a center of art and cuisine, we had no end to fun and pleasure.

Just like her name, Joy made this trip a precious memory I will not soon forget. Having spent many days here when in High School, I had so much fun taking her to favorite restaurants and shops and exquisite and charming old churches, stained glass shimmering and telling stories of old.

Eating spicy red chile enchiladas and delectable buttered garlic bred at the traditional favorite, The Shed, brought back familiar memories of times shared with my own mom.

Because we did not have time to plan our adventure, I was looking all over the internet for a place for us to stay, since many places in Santa Fe were already booked up. I prayed God would provide us a place and we ended up at a charming bed and breakfast called Adobe Abode. This ended up being one of the best surprise blessings of our whole trip.It was as though God knew that not only did we need rest, we also longed for fellowship and friendship.

Nelly-Joy and my own Joy became instant friends! With the same name, they were instant kindred spirits.

The lovely hostess of the b&b was an artist with her life. Fresh warm quiches, homemade muffins, coffee and tea greeted us each morning. But beyond that, the lovely decor artfully arranged, the attentive giving of her whole self, spoke of a heart alive in our hostess, and opened a friendship that led to long sharing of heart stories. Nelly-Joy moved to Santa Fe from Berundi. Cloaked with a  gentle spirit and generously loving heart , Nellie-Joy immediately opened up warm fellowship as we shared our mutual love for our Jesus.

So, in the end, sometimes, getting away, leaving all worries and responsibilities behind, is just what a soul needs. Hours and hours of heart time to talk about silly and important issues of life, laughing, eating, walking, running out from the rain, and meeting the most wonderful people, made us know that even though we thought we had planned the trip, God had actually arranged each detail for the re-filling of our souls.

God: The One Who Teaches us to Celebrate Life

Travels with John

I am reading straight back through the Gospel of John early in the morning these days. It’s my second time this summer. I finished it once and paged right back to the start and savored the opening again: in the beginning was the Word. There are some books of Scripture  I want to learn as I would the mind and soul of a beloved friend; with concentrated and affectionate attention.I want their narrative to shape the story of my own days, their words to form my sight of the world. Isaiah is one of those. The Psalms. And definitely John.

John’s Gospel is a luminous book. The other Gospel writers seem to tell the story more from the outside in, relating the miracles, the teaching, those high and holy days of Jesus’ life from the viewpoint of what was seen. John tells it from this inside. He tells what it means. At least that’s the sense I get as I read. I feel often that he had an interior room within himself, a place where the Beloved spoke with him. From there he looked out on the spectacle and brilliance of what happened in Jesus’ life and perceived, not just the events, but the meaning of each, the great Reality unveiling itself in each action, word, and miracle. The Word became flesh and dwelt among us…

The first time through this book I became aware of a certain theme in John’s storytelling; the way that Jesus invaded sacred or traditional spaces and retold their meaning with his words. He walked straight into days and spaces like the temple, the Sabbath, a Samaritan well, and by his words, his narration you could say, cleansed them of the fear and false law that had obscured the living presence of God within them. Take, for instance, the cleansing of the temple, the significance of the statement, “don’t make my Father’s house a place of business,” as if grace could be bought and sold, as if God’s favor were an object for which we could barter. Clean out, not just the doves and coins and dirt, but the assumptions that attend their presence, the consumer idea of salvation. In the cleansing of the temple, Jesus was renewing not just the physical spaces, but the ideas of the people who inhabited them.

Because of this realization, on my second read-through of John, I encountered the story of the wedding at Cana in a whole new way. And it rather stole my breath. I had always assumed this first miracle ought to be special in some way. This was the first flung challenge in the darkness, a sword of light unsheathed as Messiah began his unconventional conquest of men’s hearts. But the whole thing, if simply read straight through, is somewhat underwhelming. What’s more, I’ve rarely heard this story taught with any sense of excitement. Maybe its simply my own perception, but I feel that we often view this first miracle as a practice run, the flexing of Jesus’ miraculous fingers on insignificant wine before the real work of healing began. A divine token to mark the first try.

But early the other morning as I read this story for the second time in a month, read it with a mind not hurried, but willing to savor, I saw anew. I saw, I think, as John meant me to see, the way in which this story is is the prelude to the epic of the gospel, an embodied poem that told the tragedy of the world and hinted at a coming eucatastrophe. There is meaning, I think, in each word and action of this almost peripheral miracle. For it is the story of the very world told within the tale of a rural wedding feast. A feast that Messiah was about to save.

For in the beginning, not just of Jesus’ ministry, but in the making of the very world he had come to save, there was a wedding. Body and soul, God and man, a joyous joining that was a feast of existence put on by God himself and called life. Joy was the order of existence. Laughter the beat of heart and gladness the thrum of the very earth. The wedding that was creation was meant to inaugurate a world of love, of harmony, of continuous new creation. But the feast was shattered by sin and the marriage  brought to the very brink of collapse. The wine of life ran short, and it was us, God’s beloved who spilled it out, wasted his gift so that our own lives ran suddenly short. And the wedding feast of the world brought into being a whole human race of broken hearts.

But God was not a husband to be so easily defeated. No lover He, to be so quickly cast aside. The ages of the earth marched on and it seemed that the feast was  ended, the joy forever disrupted, the wine run short. But God never abandoned his Beloved. The feast was delayed, but by his own love it would be renewed, for even as we wept, he was planning the great gift that would save the wedding and cause the wine to freely flow again. The gift was himself, bundled up in flesh and blood, invading the earth so that he could take the hands and hold the heart of his beloved again. And when he came, the event he chose to announce his arrival?

A wedding feast. There was Jesus, the answer to the broken heart of the world. Just one more young man at a rural wedding party, he sat amidst a broken people and knew that he was the answer to every yearning of their hearts. The host and maker of the universe, if they but knew it, was the unassuming guest at a marriage that would become the event to announce the reconciliation of the world. All was set. The story was about to be renewed, the miracle announced.

I love it that Mary set the story in motion. She saw the lack of wine and she knew the shame at stake. But I think her insight carries a larger understanding. Perhaps in Mary’s remarkable heart was a sense of the symbolism of that moment. She was the human mother of God, more aware than any other human on earth of what had come, what dwelt so silently among the fallen and was about to be revealed. Perhaps when she confronted her Son with the disaster, she knew she was speaking of a larger lack, speaking to the deepest void in the human heart when she said, “the wine has run short.”

Jesus, in a voice I fully believe was playful and grave at once, says, “what is it to me?” A lively challenge. A parry and thrust, a question that could be our devastation if she really had to answer. For in the end, what ought it be to God? God gave humankind the world and we, the Beloved, cast it away. We flung his love back in his face and by our own choice squandered life itself. We are a band of impossible ingrates forever choosing against the one lover in all the world whose great affection gave us our being. What is it to God? Why should he stoop to save us from disaster?

But the mother of God knows, and I can almost see her steady eyes in that face shaped by a lifetime of “pondering these things.” This woman who has known the Holy Spirit and borne the baby God into the world knows that this is everything to God. For Jesus stands before her. Messiah came. If this weren’t everything to God her Son would never have been born. She smiles and turns.

“Do exactly what he says,” she tells the servants. And her words are an affirmation of faith in the action and grace of her God. He has come and he will save. Despite the stupidity of his Beloved, the fallen hearts, the corrupted loves, he has come to renew the feast, to save the marriage. We will be healed if we do what He commands and believe in the love of the great, redeeming Bridegroom.

Jesus, smiling I feel sure, acts. He points to six great vats set aside for… what? Ritual cleansing. Vats set aside to hold the water that has been our attempt to make ourselves enough before God, to keep the wine of mercy from running short. Throughout the long ages of sorrow, we have struggled toward God, reached for the mercy he still offered. Humankind has always attempted to become enough, to keep life and love and joy alive. But the wine always fails. And now, those symbols of man’s struggle and man’s failure to ever be clean or enough, the perennial symbol of his “fallen shortness” are what Jesus chooses for his first miracle.

“Fill them with water,” he commands. Let them brim afresh at his command. “Then,” he says, “take a dipper full to the steward and let him taste.”

And the water is turned to wine. Because Jesus has come, the struggle is going to end, the thirst will be slaked, the wedding feast of the world will swing back into being and it will be a revelry such as the world has never seen. Because of the coming of Jesus, the wine of life will never run short again. The sign has been accomplished, the first miracle flung, the first note of celebration sounded. Jesus goes quietly back to his seat, meets the beaming glance of his mother, and knows that his doom, and his glory, have at once begun. With his own life he will stay the shame of the world, save his bride and renew the wedding feast.

“You have saved the best for last,” sputters the astonished steward, stumbling up to the wedding party, holding out a wine finer than any he has tasted in his life.

And the best One in the world sits quietly amidst his people. Mary grasps the arm of her son, feels the pulse of his warm, sweet, human blood, touches the skin that houses God himself and knows that the wedding of the world has been restored. Perhaps she aches as well, knowing somehow that the wine required for this restoration is the blood of her son. But its giving is the seal of an eternal love, a marriage that never again will be broken. The feast begins anew, never now to end. The final word of the great lover God, the best word, is Jesus. And the wine of life will never run short again.

See what John is teaching me?

Sarah Clarkson can be found at http://www.thoroughlyalive.com/

where she weaves words into stories and beauty of life.