Letting God Guide Your Obstacle Course

IMG_2484.PNG "Every single season of a mom's life is personally and relationally taxing. Being a godly mother demands our emotional energy, our spiritual wisdom and walk with the Lord, our brains, and our time and our resources as we focus on investing love, encouragement and wisdom into our children's souls. Because the nature of motherhood is to always give out, her mind, soul, and body are always expending resources." -The Mom Walk

Life seems to me, sometimes, an obstacle course. How I face each dip that must be straddled, each curve that must be managed, each barrier that must be jumped, will indeed determine the outcome of my race. There is rarely a reprieve, and I always have to be on the alert so that my soul stays in the place of peace and hope.

When you tango with the issues of life, where does your mind run? What is the source of your hope? When you feel despair and discouragement and the weight of stress, where do you go?

My own quiet time is truly one of treasure hunting. Most every morning (of course the time of day has been different through the various seasons of life) I have set aside moments just to seek God. It must be when no one will talk to me or disturb my reverie. Very early has served me best--creeping in the dark of night so no one will hear! I light my candles, brew a cup of tea, and enter into the presence of the Lord. Usually I just sit for a few minutes and take in the peace of being quiet and still. Sometimes I stew and fret; sometimes I just sit and try to gather my wits and soul about me; sometimes I cry out; and other times, I just dig for new truth and knowledge. He is the one Friend whom I go to every day. Without Him, there is no solution for me. Without His help and strength, I will find no path and no peace.

There is no substitute--not books, not friends, not church-- just Him. He is the counsel I desire. He is the love I seek. It is in Him that we find our life.

This life is a day by day adventure. My own “inner room” helps see me through. It is a one-woman sanctuary, in the darkness of a pre-sunrise room, where through prayer and the living Word, miracles are taking place and the Father is whispering His love and assurance to my heart day by day, month by month, and year by year. It is a story of great blessing between a fragile child and a gentle, patient, strong Father who cares.

“This I call to mind, therefore I have hope … the lovingkindness of the Lord never ceases, for His compassions never fail, they are new every morning; great is Thy faithfulness. ‘The Lord is my portion,’ says my soul. ‘Therefore I have hope in Him.’ The Lord is good to those who wait on Him, to the person who seeks Him. It is good that he waits silently for the salvation of his soul.” -Jeremiah 3:21-26

Take a moment to complete the reflection and application below:

• “But you, when you pray, go into your inner room, close your door and pray to your Father who is in secret, and your Father who sees what is done in secret will reward you.” Matthew 6:6 Developing a habit of praying in secret is essential to a life lived well. Have you come to believe the truth here--that your Father sees what is done in secret and that He will reward you? Pray that He will help your unbelief and increase your faith.

• “And when you are praying, do not use meaningless repetition as the Gentiles do, for they suppose that they will be heard for their many words. So do not be like them; for your Father knows what you need before you ask Him.” Matthew 6:7-8 The Father knows what you need. Are you talking to Him as you would a friend--having a conversation, rather than repeating someone else’s words?

• “For if you forgive others for their transgressions, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive others, then your Father will not forgive your transgressions.” Matthew 6:14-15 Sometimes the reason we don’t feel free to draw near to God in prayer; the reason we aren’t believing He hears and will answer, is that we know we are hanging on to resentment toward someone. Search your heart and see if there’s bitterness lodged there against someone you may need to forgive, so you may receive God’s forgiveness.

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slides1 This week, I am on the move, visiting cherished friends, working on some fun surprises for the Mom's conferences and walking in the places where August Rush gave his concert. (Can anyone tell me where I am?)

I would love for you to join me at our Mom Conferences this year. We will have a grand time  with lots of inspiration, great speakers, fun friendship and sharing of ideals and struggles, a great luncheon and encouragement to keep holding fast to ideas. I so believe in the importance of "gathering together" so that we might stay the course of God's ideals for our lives as women and as moms.

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The Rest of the Story--the Hidden places where dreams are Tested

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Gentle, Generous Joel

Let us not lose heart in doing good, for in due time we will reap if we do not grow weary.

Galatians 6:9

How fun it was to be able to share a post about how God blessed Joel the very time God allowed some great encouragement for him on yesterday's post. The performance in Rome was received so well.  But now you get to hear the rest of the story, and why Joel is my hero. Joel has loved, longed, wanted to do music for many years. He is one of those whose steadfast heart helps him keep being diligent.

After he graduated from Berklee, where he worked 3 jobs, carried full loads, and finished in 2 1/2 years to save money, he had high hopes of what his future would hold. Joel moved to California by faith, where he hoped he would be able to begin getting some jobs. Slowly, he began to call person after person to see if he could work himself into a job. However, music is a very difficult industry, and so living very frugally, he persisted in making just enough money to get by.

However, just as he was finding his feet, my mother became deathly ill after suffering for 7 years with ill health. As life would play out, I was approaching my 30th anniversary with Clay. We had hoped we would be able to celebrate our anniversary by taking a trip to England together, where we had always wanted to go together. Instead, after mysterious back pain and challenging medical issues, with no clear results, Clay awakened one morning and was quietly walking towards our circular stairway that led down to our main floor, when his legs gave way and he fell all the way down the stairs. Finally, the doctor agreed to do an MRI. The results were quite serious and he was in constant pain and had to be scheduled for a very serious 4 hour surgery, involving nails, nerve cutting and bones scraped and cut out. But before this surgery could take place, my mother died.

Clay could not attend the funeral with me because he was in bed. So, 3 of my children were able to drive just to the funeral, but Joel had to leave his apartment in California to move home to help me with my overwhelming load. He helped me buy a used car. He went with me to divide up my mother's estate. He drove a rental truck full of old stuff home 1000 miles, bumping along the lone Texas and New Mexico barren highways and helped me move everything into my garage, while Clay was laid up in bed-- all this, driving home on my 30th anniversary.

Clay would have a long recovery and so, Joel moved home. We could not do our mom's conferences without his help. All authors have to pedal their books in heavy boxes all over the universe when they speak. Clay, my trooper husband, planned all the conferences and traveled with us, but we needed help with all the books and equipment we hauled to conferences. So Joel, leaving the possibility of actually getting into his career, spent 8 months, helping me take care of Clay, the house, and hauling all the boxes and cash registers to all the mom's conferences and working hours on end, to help preserve Clay's back. He daily encouraged me amidst very challenging circumstances., while struggling to figure out if he was ever going to get to work in the music industry.

I kept telling him that I just knew God was going to bless him for being so faithful to our family.  Every day, I kept asking God to open doors, even here in our very quiet home for Joel. Finally, Joel got a job at Apple and worked long hours, still helping me and working on his music, tucking it in between work and living and helping me at home. It was in this dead, quiet, "nothing happening season," that God miraculously gave him a contact with a composer in Los Angeles named Joseph Julian Gonzalez. A friend had recommended him to Joseph, and even though there were thousands of musicians in California where Joseph lived, he gave Joel a chance to help him orchestrate his original music, and from across the states, Joel worked at home and began to add all the instruments to Joseph's beautiful music.

Finally, Clay got better, and Joel was able to move to California to begin working full time on his music with many opportunities. Then, once again, life struck. Last spring, Clay's mom had a stroke. Again, Joel came home to help. He had to drive the 1000 miles again, eventually our sweet Nana died, and one more time Joel had to drive to Texas to clean out one more house, pack up one more truck and drive once again home. The past few months, with lots of people in and out of our home, lots of overwhelming responsibilities for me and for Clay, with more health issues, Joel has faithfully lived at home, helping me constantly with deadlines, work at home, while writing and orchestrating his music.

So many days when I needed a word from God, or an encouragement that this season of challenges would pass, Joel talked with me, bought me coffees, prayed with me and encouraged me in the Lord. The ways his life invested will never be measured this side of heaven. And so, it was while he was hidden, serving, giving, loving and believing in the times ahead where hope of easier days was born in his heart, that he found out by phone from Joseph, that their music had been picked up for the festival in Rome. God did a miracle for Joel while he faithfully helped out his mama and daddy.

Thank you, Joel, for all the dishes you washed this year, the meals you made, the boxes you carried, the times you served us and encouraged us tirelessly. That is why you are my hero.

When we look to the heroes of the Bible, we see that Joseph was in prison for 10 years before he became prime minister. Moses was in the desert for 40 years before he became the deliverer of the Jewish people. David was anointed king, but did not inherit both kingdoms and become king for many years of wandering in the desert without a home, in constant danger.

Sometimes I think mamas are the unsung heroes, working diligently every day, unseen, but shaping the world. And God faithfully sees and makes their work a treasure of beauty.

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Joel and me in Boston, several years ago when he graduated from school.

God build heroes slowly because he wants them to have the character to sustain the integrity that true heroes have. it has been so with all of my children. They have all had battles to fight, choices to be faithful, hidden years when it seemed nothing was happening at all. These are the years we stay on our knees pounding the doors of heaven, giving words of encouragement, affirming that God is really listening even when it does not seem like it, and hoping to see Him work according to His promises. Sarah wanted to attend Oxford since she was 12 years old--she waited 18 years and finally God worked it out for us to be able to work out the finances at at time when she was accepted.

God calls very few to a life in the public arena, but He tests all of us as we follow our pathways, so that our hearts will learn steadfastness, humility and the devotion of living by faith--believing in what we cannot see.

So, as you are shaping your heroes in your home, and possibly waiting for some of your own dreams to begin working out, know that God is indeed at work, and He who began a good work will be faithful to complete it.

Inspiring Your children to live into Gods dream for Them Mentoring Monday

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 Nathan and Joel-on their way to a Ranger Game!

Where there is no guidance the people fall, But in abundance of counselors there is victory. Proverbs 11:14

What did Abraham Lincoln, John Quincy Adams, Napoleon and Jesus all have in common? They had mothers who believed in them and their potential to serve a purpose in their world. Within the heart of every child that is ever born, within you, within me, is a vast potential waiting to be lived out into a life of great glory to God. He made each of us a little lower than the angels, as we read in the psalms. Every one of us has an amazing capacity to live deeply, to live intentionally, to inspire greatness of faith in others because we have the ability, in the power of the Holy Spirit to bring life, inspiration and vision to others. We can love generously to bring about healing and life as we live into our spiritual calling. We can work diligently to become excellent at mentoring our children with the attributes of spiritual leaders and servants. All of this amazing potential exists inside of us because we were made to be like Him, we were made with His imprint on our souls, brains, hearts and bodies. We were made to flourish.We were created for "good works to walk in."

Mothers, especially,  are given the capacity to touch eternity and to influence each time they receive a child into their arms. Each little baby, like the Lord Jesus himself, has such God ordained capacity to grow strong morally, spiritually, emotionally in order to live into a significant life serving God and living for His glory. Yet, people do not accidentally become great of heart, mind or soul. This greatness is a spiritual reservoir waiting to be tapped.  Training in character, instruction in righteousness, and giving words of hope, wisdom and affirmation are foundations to building forward into a child for what he or she might become. The influence we bring is not about force or pushing, it is about releasing our children into God's hands and giving the the heart belief that they are gifted to serve Him.

As those designed by God to call our children into the greatness of the potential God has given them, it is so important that we develop a vision for what our children might become in their own generation. When we see into the future of their lives and proclaim God's purposes over them, we begin to build dreams, visions into their hearts and souls so that they will grow up expecting that God has created them to make an investment in their world in their lifetimes.

These dreams are built gradually, slowly through the days of life. As we greet our children in the mornings with love, appreciation, gentleness, their hearts open to ours and they listen to our words. As we instruct them in all the moments of life and believe in them, encourage them, give them stories to imagine for themselves, they begin to believe in the dreams of who they will become and the kind of spiritual work they will do in the world.

Speaking into our children's potential futures is a work of Christ. The one who spoke to Peter and told him he would be the Rock, helped Peter to become that disciple that would organize and carry on the call of discipleship in Jerusalem. He reminded Thomas of his Integrity, the one in whom was no guile. He verbalized often that John would be the relational giant--and he gave John the responsibility of his mother when he was dying on the cross. John, you are my beloved friend.

And so, in the most mundane of moments, visions are built, dreams are inspired and in our hands is the future of the whole world, when we grant vision and character to those who will become leaders in their generation. But building a little soul into a confident adult takes intention and investment every day. And prayer and a dependence on God to give us eyes in our hearts to see the gifts he has given and the personalities he has granted uniquely to each of our children. This weekend I was pondering these things, as a great even occurred in our own lives, that caused us great joy. It was a memory of what it took to build these dreams into the life of Joel, my gentle, loving child.

This article is not about bragging, but about believing in the importance of you, the mothers, who have the ability to serve God by building into your children faith, love, vision, character. Our children are the ones who will carry on the values of our hearts into the next generation. But it only happens when a mom takes the hard calling of serving Christ by serving His purposes in her children's lives.

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Squishing  his sweaty, little boy body as close to me as he possible could next to me on the small couch, Joel plopped down hard. As my gentle, creative boy sat next to me, I exhaled some of my exhaustion out and breathed in the pleasure of his gentle affection. "Mama, I just LOVE being with you and reading our fun stories together. I think this is my favorite time of day."

I was hoping that he could not see how I was really feeling. Three o'clock in the afternoon, weary from a day overflowing with issues--Joy's ear infection, the dog chewing a hole in the new sweater I had just bought, dealing with a hormonal teen's tears and just the regular stuff of life, found me NOT emotionally excited about our time today because all I wanted was some caffeine and then a nap or 10 minutes all to myself.

Learning that my introverted, little renaissance boy needed my time, alone without competition, I had put aside "Joel" time several times a week to be sure I knew what was bubbling up in his heart. Competing for attention with the other three, Clay, the dog and whoever else was in the house, made him a little harder to draw out and to know just how to personally influence.

Today, we read a book about an astronaut, one he had picked out at the library.

"Mama, I just love reading hero stories with you every day, because I think some day I want to be a hero like he is. Mama, do you think I will live a brave or important life some day?"

My weariness momentarily subsided, as his childlike innocent heart touched my own and softened my mood. "Joel, you always pick hero stories, and you know what, I think some day you are going to be a hero in your lifetime because you have such a true heart. Maybe you will be like Daniel and have great faith in your generation to lead a godless nation to Christ. Or maybe you will be a composer who will write glorious music that will inspire many to worship God, or maybe you will write a great book or story that will inspire people to live courageously. I believe so much in the man you will become some day, and I am so happy we get these times together."

"My sweet boy, God has made you to do something significant with your life. People all over the world need someone to give them hope, to love them well, to live with strong integrity, to be brave to help them fight wars against evil. My Nathan, I just cannot wait to see how God uses you in your lifetime."

A smile filled his whole red face and he looked as though inside he was sizing up just what kind of hero he would be.

"Mama, every hero needs to know someone believed in him before he had the courage to be one. Mama, you are my hero-builder and I just love and love you."

He hugged me tight as he could, gave me a wet kiss and was off to play with the dog.

Years flew by and more hero stories were read, discussed and sown into his heart. I couldn't always tell if he, or the others, were really listening, not just with their ears but with their hearts. There were lots of days I had to really use my imagination that he was listening and still remembering. The teen years were particularly fraught with questionable moments of push-back and strong reminders of who God had made him to be. Yet, as he grew, so did his integrity, his vision for life and his desire to help people.

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Joel, conducting an orchestral recording in Mexico.

Fast forward even more, a miracle for my gentle giant, now grown, got into Berklee school of music in Boston, by the skin of his teeth,  and by God's miraculous grace, but worked and worked and worked to make up for the lack of music lessons through out all the years of moving too much. Sometimes I just didn't have the energy from one more move to find a good music teacher and other times we just didn't have the money.

But the discipleship training, the emphasis on character, the many hours of reading  and talking about "the cost of being a hero is hard work" and faith, pushed him on to work hard, as he carried 2 jobs outside of the classroom to pay bills and was internally driven to graduate summa cum laude. He met with professors and asked for help, he lived in an international house where Christ was shared with those from all over the world who came from countries they had never heard about Christ.

Over time the pronouncement came, "I want to write the kind of music that will bring glory to God--that will remind people that He is a God of beauty, worthy of praise." And so, his dream continued to grow, slowly, little by little, while working at an Apple store every day and composing on the side when he had spare time.

God heard his prayers, saw his heart, built his character over the seasons of years, and then, God opened doors beyond his imagination. Yesterday, his piece was performed in the Vatican in Rome, as a part of the celebration of sacred contemporary music in the Vatican as a part of  a festival celebration. A lengthy standing ovation was celebrated as the audience was captivated within the glory of the performance.

The most amazing gift was God giving Joel the opportunity to work with truly talented and godly composer who has helped him learn so much in this industry, Joseph Julian Gonzalez.

His wonderful partner in the composing of this piece was a provision from God. Joseph Julian Gonzalez, the composer generously said,

"I have to sincerely thank the immensely talented Joel Clarkson for re-orchestrating Misa Azteca over the past year. Joel started orchestrating for me in my film and TV scores about two years ago, and I recognized a young man of immense talent and the best orchestrator I had ever worked with. Joel took my film and TV compositions to another level and worked as a cool head in the stressed-out world of the industry. Joel has a spiritual depth to him that comes out in his work. I knew that I had found the right person to take Misa Azteca to another level."

Tomorrow in Rome, at the Basilica of St. Ignatius, we will present the final version of Misa Azteca. It is ready to go out into the world! This performance was about the faithfulness of God to work in the life of a little boy growing up with faith and hopes and dreams and His faithfulness to bring His work in our lives to fruition.

What began as little boy dreams as we read hero tales, is becoming the dreams come true, to compose for God's glory.

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When Jesus sat with his disciples on the mountain in the cool breezes of a morning, as he was about to go back to God, He commissioned his little band of followers. "Go, therefore into the world and make disciples of all the nations," Matt. 28:19 He sent them into the world to bring his light and to build committed followers.

So, we did not force our children to do anything. We released them to find what God had made them to do. Clay and I had no designs for them, they were loved, trained in character, but we did teach them that God had designed them with a purpose and the ability to live purposefully and that He would be with them.

When our children were 16, we commissioned them through a private family service, attended by the closest of friends. In the service, we reminded them of what we had invested in their lives, of our core spiritual and family values and we, like Christ, commissioned them to go into the world to make live their lives for God and to do their work of bringing his kingdom and redemption wherever they went. All gathered around in a circle and dedicated this child, the one celebrating this day, to the Lord and we prayed God would open doors, give wisdom, expand borders and walk hand in hand with child to leave them to serve Him and to fulfill the purpose he or she was designed to fulfill. Our training was intentional, our sending them into the world to be lights was the end of a lifelong heart message that had been built through all the years.

All of our children have a huge capacity to become ambassadors for HIs kingdom in their lifetime. But we are the conduits for His messages to be delivered to the hearts of our children that they might live into the dreams and callings God has on their lives.

How will you build that message today? How will you cultivate the vision He has for you as a mama?  How will you choose to see beyond this moment to understand the scope of the work God will have for your child? Each will be different, each will play a different role, but each was called to live into God's purposes for their lives.

So excited to share my new book with you, coming in January!

 

 

 

 

 

What are You Relying on in your Education Philosophy?

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"I know I can't neglect the basic educational foundations my children will need for a full and meaningful life - reading and understanding the written word, thinking clearly and wisely, communicating ably in speech and in writing, being competent in math. But I am determined not to neglect the basic spiritual truth that will undergird and give meaning to that education - seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness (see Matthew 6:33). A well-educated person will be useful to God only if he is focused on God's purposes." -Seasons of a Mother's Heart

My out-of-the-box son, Nathan, is incredibly brilliant, but learned in his own unique way (definitely not by formula). Each of my four children had their own set of strengths and weaknesses, which made homeschooling a beautiful adventure. Nathan recently told me that while he enjoyed all aspects of our homeschooling experience, one of the elements he found the most beneficial to his long-term growth was through our bible times as a family. Each day, I would read a story, a parable, or a Psalm and we would take these passages as God's personal words to us. My enthusiasm came from how greatly my life changed when I finally came to know Him. I did not lead perfectly organized devotions, but they were from my heart to my children's hearts.

No matter what educational choices you make, we all eventually have to  realize, that even with the best of intentions and carefully set schedules and goals, there is no perfect formula for guaranteeing the outcomes for each child. And every day as a homeschooling mother will not go exactly according to plan. You won't always have a home with every child sitting still, being silent, listening well, and paying complete attention. Neither will every teacher in a Christian school or public school be able to control every part of the classroom. This is where grace, and God's supernatural strength, are able to shine in your homeschooling.

Living a life rooted in works, what we can do, striving for perfection and the most accurate "game plan" may seem reassuring to those of us who struggle with wanting control, but it is not a life of great faith. Whatever the source, when Christian parents and particularly homeschoolers begin to rely more on formulas and less on faith in God, then they are not reaching for a higher standard.

One of my secrets that produced amazing fruit in my children was that I relied on God's Spirit, by faith, to stimulate my children's minds, to engage their hearts, to do the work of helping them fall in love with learning. I depended on God to supernaturally make my work complete, because He lived and worked actively in our home. How much are you relying on formula or curriculum choice and how much are you depending on God's grace to fill in the spaces?

“If God gives such attention to the appearance of wildflowers—most of which are never even seen—don’t you think he’ll attend to you, take pride in you, do his best for you? What I’m trying to do here is to get you to relax, to not be so preoccupied with getting, so you can respond to God’s giving. People who don’t know God and the way he works fuss over these things, but you know both God and how he works. Steep your life in God-reality, God-initiative, God-provisions. Don’t worry about missing out. You’ll find all your everyday human concerns will be met." -Matthew 6:30-33

"Set your minds on things that are above, not on things that are on earth." -Colossians 3:2

"Then the way you live will always honor and please the Lord, and your lives will produce every kind of good fruit. All the while, you will grow as you learn to know God better and better." -Colossians 1:10

"Many are the plans in a person's heart, but it is the LORD's purpose that prevails." -Proverbs 19:21

Take a deep breath, rest, and relax in the midst of your homeschooling today. Just as Matthew 6:30 reminds us of God's great care for the wildflowers, remember that He has beautiful plans for you and your sweet children. Don't become so busy with your work that you miss opportunities for God to work.

Feel free to take a moment to complete the reflection and application below (consider doing so in your journal!): -Before you begin each day, homeschooling or not, are you seeking God's wisdom? Asking for His will, His plans? Take a moment to do that right now. -How can you encourage your children to focus on God's purposes today? -Do you struggle with control? Is it difficult for you when life doesn't go according to plan? How can you allow yourself grace and let God's plans prevail? -Out of the scriptures listed above, is there anything that really stood out to you? How is God speaking to you this morning?

A visual feast, a feast of my favorite tastes, and the way I spent my Wednesday

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This view was of my evening walk down the road next to my home tonight. Today I was thinking about how in heaven, I think God is going to hold my hand and take me for a walk and tell me how to paint the sky. I wonder what His favorite color is? Or maybe He will take me on His shoulders and let me fly into the heavenlies with Him, and as my Father, He will explain to me the mysteries of the galaxies. Yes, I was actually thinking this. (And early in the morning, I walked another 2 miles. Storing up for the winter wonder land when I cannot walk in the snow.)

I have been working too much lately, and it seems unavoidable with lots of demands on my plate during this season of life. But, very soon, I will launch my new book that I am sooo excited to share with the world, and all the work, I hope will encourage many. So, I still do what I used to do--I go on a walk every day, to lower my adrenalin, to breathe in the beauty and to spend one more time talking with whoever is available to go on an end of the day walk me.

Quiet time and tea, then walking, then working--rhythms that I do not miss because they are anchors to my life. Then,

Joel and I grabbed a coffee at our favorite local cafe--Wesley Owens--where they make my two raw sugars stirred up in my cappuccino perfectly.

I worked on my computer for 7 hours today. It is the life of a writer at times. My soul wants more adventure when I just sit and write, but soon the deadlines will be met and I will go adventuring again.

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Today, I talked on the phone with Sarah for a long time at noon.  Then I skyped with Joy and Sarah for another little while later this afternoon.A good mama would have said,"You girls are staying up too late," as it was after midnight their time. But I was just having so much fun watching them have fun together and to hear all of their stories, to watch them laugh together and to hear them both agree that their brains hurt from so much writing--but that somehow they are enjoying the stretch.

Someone recently accused me of having made this my goal when they were little--to have my children go to Oxford--that it was my false pride that pushed them there. How silly. For one thing, Sarah got it into her head when she was 12 that she would like to go to Oxford where some of her favorite writers lived. Not my idea to send my children far away from me. When they were younger, I was just hoping a truant officer would not come knocking at my door, and that somehow they would grow up and love the Lord.  It was an unplanned miracle that happened that Joy was already going to Oxford for an exchange and that Sarah got accepted into Oxford and had the money at the last moment. I think it was God arranging an unforgettable memory for two girls who also happen to be best friends--only He could have planned something so sweet.

The only other break I took today was to make Joel, who has been such a help and encouragement to me while he is temporarily home, a pastrami, sour kraut, swiss cheese, home-made thousand island grilled sandwich on peasant bread. All was natural and hormone free and organic, as I am sort of a health nut. But it was amazing, even if I say so myself. His appreciation and lip smacking pleasure made it worth the effort.

Fall is truly, I think, my favorite season of the year. These days have been glorious--sunny but cool, and great walking weather for my incessant need to be outdoors. Walking every day with my children started when Sarah was a baby in the stroller. All of the kids slept better when I took them out in the fresh air---and it made them happy, too. There was no end to the interesting things they could see and just being outdoors made them more settled and happier as babies and it gave me, the over-stimulated mama, a rest from the messes inside.

This week, I have been working out some of the bugs on the audio, so that my old messages will be easier to listen to once the bugs are all fixed on the site. Then I will truly go back to having two messages from my previous conference talks a week. But since I did not have anything to put up, I just hated to have an empty day, again, and thought I would just say hi to all of you wonderful friends and share a slice of my day with you.

My sweet Rachael, Nathan's wife, is coming for a visit this weekend, so I may have to make something special to welcome her. These are my favorite Autumn muffins. A real pleaser. Apple-Pumpkin Streusel Muffins--

(I am a whole grains type and grind my own, use organic turbinado sugar, sea salt, organic pumpkin and apples sort of person, but it tastes great no matter what you use!)

2-1/2 cups flour

2 cups sugar

1 teaspoon ground cinnamon

1 teaspoon baking soda

1/2 teaspoon ground ginger

1/2 teaspoon salt

1/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg

2 eggs, slightly beaten

1 cup (8 ounces) canned pumpkin

1/2 cup vegetable oil

2 cups peeled, cored, and grated apples

1/2 cup finely chopped nuts (optional)

Preheat oven to 375 degrees. In large bowl, combine all dry ingredients and mix well. In medium bowl combine eggs, pumpkin, and oil; add to dry ingredients, stir until just moistened. Add apples and nuts. Fill well-greased muffin tins about 3/4 full.

Make streusel topping, mix:

1/4 cup sugar

2 tablespoons flour

1 tablespoon butter

1/2 teaspoon cinnamon

Sprinkle topping liberally over the tops of the muffins. (You can double the streusel topping if you want more for the muffins.) Bake 20-25 minutes, or until golden brown. Cool 5 minutes and remove from pans to wire racks. Makes 18-24 muffins.

Perfect for autumn!

IMG_1491Another photo of the sunset today. God painted the sky for Joel and me to enjoy and I am grateful.

And now, I am off to sleep.

Wishing you a lovely Thursday. How have you been spending your days?

Imagination: The necessary faculty to believe in a God we cannot see

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We do not want merely to see beauty... we want something else

which can hardly be put into words- to be united with the beauty

we see, to pass into it, to receive it into ourselves, to bathe in it, to

become part of it.

C. S. Lewis

There is a part of all of our lives that longs for the beyond, that wishes for a place to go, outside of this moment, outside of duty and responsibility and work. We are captured by a universe that whispers to our souls that there is more than what we are living in this day, this moment. Oh, to be taken in a magical ship away to this wonderland that the eyes of our soul can see. And if we but make the time to be still, to imagine, we can get lost in the beauty. I long for the place beyond more often all the time.

When my children were young, I would write a verse, a quotation, a piece of wisdom on our little white board and tell them to write or draw what the saying meant to them. Photography or masterpieces were displayed on easels and by entering into the graphic beauty, we would request a poem to be written, a song to be composed, a story to be penned. Often a classical piece of music filled the atmosphere where the crafting of original thought and beauty were bearing fruit.  We would often memorize these quotations together, live in words, swim in worlds beyond that caught our fancy as we reflected on the art. How I loved these life-giving days.

The joy of exploring beyond what I could explicitly teach,  taught them to practice the imagination of the "life beyond" where they could wonder about a God who was the artist behind it all. Creating their own word pictures, stories, synthesizing ideas gave energy to each of them, and to me,  to become entrepreneurs in their own worlds.

This practice of imagining also shapes the adult who pursues these ways of living.

How did your children become creative? We are asked this question often.

They are made in God's image and He made them creative, just like Himself. We just gave them food for thought and space and time in which to express what they found swimming within their brains. It was never a specific goal to create merely creative children who would become writers, musicians, screen writers, message makers. Instead, we wanted them to learn to love stretching their minds, eating up words, dwelling in the world of ideas, memorizing great thoughts, copying great art, hearing the words of the best writers and thinkers as the oxygen of their lives that they breathed every day.

Then in the midst of life-giving moments, intelligence, creativity, a drive to become creators of beauty bloomed naturally and came alive because they had thought for themselves, and created their own imaginings of what life was about. The investment of all that was good, true and beautiful bore fruit through the expression of their work, crafted by their unique personalities.

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Anyone reading here within a reasonably close traveling distance to Oxford? comment below! :)

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I so appreciate all of you who took the time to communicate to me what you wanted to hear. Great questions, thoughts and input.

I am planning for November, (if life settles down for me), an e-conference that will focus on the most important and foundational truths on which to build a vision for life. The second hour, I will address some individual questions about teenagers, mental illness and how to cope with it in the long run, some thoughts about other issues that you all asked me to address. I am studying, pondering, writing down notes so that I can share with you those most important ideas that God has so faithfully taught me through the years. We shall have fun and I hope many of you will be able to join me.

Meanwhile, I am hoping that many of you can join me at the Mom Heart Conferences this year. I am already working on my talks to inspire and affirm you because I believe so much in the value of your life and the ways you are investing your days!

One person will win a conference at the end of this month from among all who have registered. This is the lowest price for the conference for this coming year. Register HERE

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Choices that invest in eternity

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You only have this day, this moment to choose to live for what matters.

"Teach us to number our days that we might present to thee a heart of wisdom." Psalm 91:12

I can never remember a time when there were not piles of responsibilities stacking up, vying for my attention. As long as I can remember, there is always more to do, not less. Today was no different. Out of town company all weekend for a concert we sponsored in our church meant more cooking, more cleaning, late nights and more talking and serving. Today, a big Sunday breakfast for all in my house, rushing to church, and then picking up more out of town friends, dear to our hearts, to visit the whole afternoon long. A tea time, pie, both pecan and berry, and lots of talking and talking, more dishes, and then delivering them at a conference nearby.

This blog was looming over my mind, as I wanted to write about what mattered most in life,  to encourage you, my sweet friends. Two final deadlines for an impending writing project and important deadlines for my book launch, as well as 3 letters that must be written.

All of these were piling and increasing my stress level.

When I searched the landscape of my mind, I pondered--God has painted the leaves in such an amazing way today, and I have hardly had time to notice. I have Joel at home all by himself  apart from the other kids, for a rare occasion, and he particularly loves our long walks together. Our other guest, Matthew, is someone our family greatly values and I know he would love to see our special walking trails and sunset views. If I go, I will not get my work finished and will have more on my plate tomorrow.

But, I have made a goal this year to own my life more completely by choosing to invest personally with real live people right in front of me. And so, now, this moment, is when the test comes to challenge my commitment. Will I choose work, again, to keep faithfully at my piles, or will I take this moment that I may not have again, to invest, to make a memory. It is not an issue of a rule or formula, but a commitment I have made in my heart to not make my duties more important than my people. This moment challenges the personal commitment I have made.

And so, instead of writing this blog, instead of staying home to get ahead for my Monday piles, I chose Sabbath--to focus on the personal, right in front of me reality.

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Pinks, golds, ambers, yellows colored our happy path as we spoke of music, stories, ideas, dreams, hopes. The former boy, now man moving into his glory as he surmounts life and shares the moments one more time, with me, his now much smaller than him, mama. My heart warmed at his eagerness to be my friend. My heart swelled at this little boy became man, and such a strong good one. My happiness fills as now, my son and true closest of friends, chooses me to spend his last afternoon minutes, instead of the busyness that is piling high on his plate. Now, he is choosing to invest personally in me, instead of choosing work.

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Too quickly, the sun went down, our walk came to the edge of the path, our cherished moments came to an end, but my heart had this precious soul memory stored in the treasure chest of my own heart to hold dear for the years to come.

Too quickly your path will also come to an end and the window of time in which you can love and influence will close for a new phase of life for your children ahead. The work will somehow all get done,

but this glorious day, that I chose to celebrate with God in his art gallery, in the intimate moments that I will have to cherish for years to come.

And so in pondering what I wanted to share from my heart to yours, I remembered a blog I shared a while back, when I was feeling this battle between the Martha me who really wants to know if the world knows and understands how much I always have resting on my shoulders, and long for someone to notice and to help---or if God has noticed--

or choosing, choosing one more time to invest in the personal, the present moment, knowing that work will always be there, but my sweet ones, quickly go their own ways.

And with this theme, I share my older blog, with hopes it will encourage and give you some days this week to make the choices that store moments spent investing in the friendship your children have to offer you--be they babies or grown. Your children will always have a special place in your heart.

"Six years passed between my third child, Nathan, and my fourth child, Joy. I had had three miscarriages and didn't think I would ever have another baby. By the time Joy came, I had lived through the early youth of my other three children and had seen that they really did grow up quickly. Finally, by experience, I understood that the dependent stage of early childhood was only for a season. I could see how important it was to enjoy each day and treasure these moments of early life with my children, because the years did pass quickly. How I wished I could take back all the impatient words I had said, all the guilt I had imposed on my older children just because they were acting their age and taking up my time. Fortunately, they remember mostly the good times and not my immature responses to their normal behavior.

I was much more patient with the interruptions that Joy brought to my life because I realized that I might never have this opportunity again. I cherished our time alone while she nursed. I enjoyed the sweet moments when she would crawl into bed with me and snuggle close. Having made my peace (mostly) with the reality that giving my children time is a part of serving them, I was able to relax and open myself to the joys of being with them.

These days I have no baby in the house. Instead, I have an exuberant seven-year-old and three teenagers. (This written 12 years ago--and the time passed all too quickly!) And these beloved children still take up all of my time, but in different ways. Yet since I know that this is a necessary sacrifice, a part of my service to them and to God, it is easier to bear--partly because I have made the choice to embrace the task of mothering, partly because I have come to terms with the natural demands children make on my time, but mostly because my attitude has changed." ~ The Mission of Motherhood

At this very moment, as I am writing this, I would give almost anything to be sitting on Joy's bed, looking into her eyes and hearing all that is in her heart. But at this moment, I must cherish the times we had together, the times I said yes to choosing to invest in our friendship amidst all the busy days of my life when she was home.

Of course if you know our family, you're aware that the seven-year-old I mentioned is now in Oxford and will graduate from university this spring, while my other precious teenagers have grown into lovely adults who are truly my best friends. And now, even more, I realize how swiftly time flies and how quickly our opportunity to serve and nurture and shape the hearts of our children in such an intensive way, 24 hours a day, passes by and truly is gone.

Looking at Jesus interacting with His disciples; with crowds, pushing and pulling, demanding, shouting, jostling most days for three years straight; reading of how He took children on His lap when others would have pushed them away; amazed at how He washes 120 toes the night before He is sentenced to death--all of these things give me a picture of what my life as a mom is all about. True joy comes ... sometimes slowly ... in fits and starts ... two steps forward, one step back ... when I develop a long-range vision and believe His promise that my work and love with these, my own personal disciples, will not go unrewarded, but that my labor is one of love, that chooses to focus on this beautiful moment, while I have it to invest for eternity.

 Praying for you today, that the Lord would give you a vision for today, a soft heart, and that He will strengthen you for the days ahead!

Building a God-Designed Home

photo 3 (3) "The task of building our homes into places of beauty and life that will feed the hearts, souls, and minds of our children is the most comprehensive task to which God has called us as mothers. We are called quite literally to be "home makers" - to plan and shape a home environment that provides our families with both a safe resting place and a launching pad for everything they do in the world." -The Mission of Motherhood

The definition of "home" is:

"The place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or household."

While I suppose this very vague definition is true, home is so much more than a shelter where we simply eat, sleep, and gather. It is a place of refuge, a safe haven for our children that is welcoming and beautiful. When I think of home, I think of...

Candles flickering... Familiar Music playing from the other room...

My four children discussing... Plenty of giggling...

The aroma of freshly baked cookies... Various books in baskets on shelves in every room,

Calligraphy of verses, quotes sprinkled on tables around the house

magazines, Bibles, art prints, family photos...

Strong cups of tea...

Fresh flowers on display...

Musical instruments-guitar, piano, dulcimer,

A Basketball backboard

Rocking Chairs, art pencils scattered amongst drawings and sketch books Kelsey the golden retriever stealing goodies off of someone's plate, tail wagging as she runs off...

IMG_2191w4w3photo 5w All of these qualities about home are a beautiful part of God's design, but the true transforming power of home goes even deeper. Each family will learn to develop its own distinct way of living out the principles of wisdom God has provided in his Word. In the same way, each home should be different and uniquely suited to meet the needs of the children and parents who live there.

I truly believe that the home we cultivate as mothers is the restorative training grounds for our children...a place where they can be discipled and filled with love and care prior to growing up and heading to battle. Let's take a look at what God designed home to be filled with...

Wisdom... "The wisest of women builds her home, but folly with her own hands tears it down." -Proverbs 14:1

Knowledge... "By wisdom a house is built, And by understanding it is established; And by knowledge the rooms are filled with all precious and pleasant riches." -Proverbs 24:3-4

Peace... "Whatever house you enter, first say, ‘Peace be to this house!’ " -Luke 10:5

Rest... "My people will abide in a peaceful habitation, in secure dwellings, and in quiet resting places." -Isaiah 32:18

God has entrusted you with an incredible responsibility as the "home maker." What will you fill your home with today? Take a moment to complete the reflection and application below.

-Out of the verses above, which qualities of the God-designed home do you feel are lacking, and which are flourishing this season? -What are some practical ways that you could cultivate more beauty and peace in your home this weekend? -What worries/anxieties are keeping you from the God-designed home today?

What would you rather know about? I need your input

Question-MarkPlanning an e-conference in a couple of weeks. Would you rather hear about the 6 or 8 foundations upon which to build a long term vision for motherhood and building generations or would you rather hear about the 6 or 8 compelling reasons I decided to Homeschool and why I am glad I did? Or what else would you like to hear about? Or just a general conference with questions answered about teens, mental health issues, and other basic issues that are questions in your home?