Noticing Beauty-Even on a Monday (or Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday)

Mondays in the Clarkson home usually find all of us trying to recover and adjust from the weekend—those glorious hours of sleeping late, enjoying endless cups of tea and hot chocolate, talking together over casual, long-drawn-out meals, reading magazines or books, watching favorite movies, playing rowdily in the yard with friends, and riding bikes or exploring. We return reluctantly to the realm of responsibility in which all the messes of Saturdays and Sundays must be dealt with and the duties of Monday through Friday attended to with full force.

This particular Monday was no exception. Orphan cups and mugs, discarded baskets of popcorn, and untold numbers of socks had to be picked up from the various places they had been dropped. Individual breakfasts were hurriedly prepared and wolfed down. Laundry baskets were ransacked for presentable shirts. Backpacks were loaded with assignments and pencils, and each person hurried off to his or her own place of work. Sarah, the most experienced of our teen drivers, was recruited to take thetwo youngest to some Monday morning classes. When she came home, she hurried to her desk and tried to get started on her own work. But even with the younger children gone, the interruptions didn't stop. Sarah was really getting frustrated.

After graduating from high school, she had decided to delay college for a year or two. She had already published one book, and she wanted to see if she could get another one under her belt before plunging into the rigors of higher education. But this meant she was home, and being the eldest child in a large family almost inevitably means getting caught up in family responsibilities and duties. Our move added to the amount of work to be done, because our regular support systems were not yet in place. So Sarah had done more than her share of helping with laundry, dishes, cooking, reading to the younger kids, and answering the phone. Usually she did it with good cheer, but I was aware of her frustration. And Mondays, especially, seemed to do her in.

"Mom, what I really need is a patron," Sarah sighed in frustration when she came to the kitchen for a drink of water. "I need someone who will pay me to live somewhere very private and beautiful so that I won't have to spend so much time on daily, routine tasks! Then I could just sit around thinking great thoughts that would turn into great books!"

"Oh, honey, if you just knew how many times I've had those thoughts!" was my sympathetic reply. "But what I really want is a full-time maid!"

And so went the day, with more chores, more interruptions, more responsibilities, more frustrations. Then about five o'clock on that crisp autumn afternoon, just as I was finishing an e-mail on my computer and getting ready to start dinner, I looked out my window and caught my breath.

Sarah, quick!" I called out as I ran to the front door to grab my jacket. "Come look!"

She dropped what she was doing and got her jacket too. Together we hurried down the street toward the cow field that backed up to our property. We quickly scaled the fence and ran out into the field.

Before us was one of the most beautiful sights I ever remember seeing. The entire skyline was lit as though on fire. Crimsons and corals and pinks painted the sky in brilliant, spectacular hues. The range of tall trees in the line of the setting sun seemed to flame and sparkle in the shifting light. A cold, soft breeze blew gently on our faces and in our hair to remind us it wasn't a real fire we were watching but the result of God's masterful artistry.

We stood in silence for a few minutes, taking in the splendid sight that surrounded us. Everything in sight seemed to dance with fiery colors—the skies and trees, the horizon and clouds above. Then slowly, slowly the colors began to fade. We stood there and marveled until we were standing together in darkness.

"Oh, Mama!" Sarah exclaimed, using her affectionate name for me. "That was spectacular! How could anyone see something like that and not believe in God?"

We walked home quietly, our souls filled with the warmth and grandeur one feels when she has seen the fingertips of God. More important, we were at peace—no longer caught up in the irritating, mundane world but soothed by that God-given reminder of the Lord's power and presence.

"The heavens are telling of the glory of God; And their expanse is declaring the work of His hands.Day to day pours forth speech, And night to night reveals knowledge.There is no speech, nor are there words; Their voice is not heard.Their line has gone out through all the earth, And their utterances to the end of the world. In them He has placed a tent for the sun,Which is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber; It rejoices as a strong man to run his course.Its rising is from one end of the heavens, And its circuit to the other end of them; And there is nothing hidden from its heat."  

~ Psalms 19:1-6

Have you taken time to enjoy the beauty God has painted all around you, lately? 

The Power to Live a Supernatural Life Today

Without the wind of God's spirit blowing through our lives, we are like a boat that must use our own power to pull through life on our own power. But when submit our lives to God's spirit, he fills the sails of our lives with His strength and power and gives us grace to live the lives in front of us every day.

Chapter 7 of Own Your Life

Trying to do the Lord's work in your own strength is the most confusing, exhausting, and tedious of all work. But when you are filled with the Holy Spirit, then the ministry of Jesus just flows out of you.

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It’s a miracle! I thought to myself as I closed the door behind me. Somehow I had managed to slip out of bed without waking Clay, slip on my shoes and a comfy sweater, and get out the door for a Saturday morning coffee--even at 6:15.  As I sat in the cozy corner of the café, coffee in hand, I basked in the delight of a stolen moment alone. I read my morning verses, and jotted down some deep thoughts in my journal. I will be so kind, very loving, and patient today, I thought.

And then my phone rang. “Mom! Where are you? What are we going to do today?” I responded patiently with this child (how could I not be patient in such a lovely moment?) and explained that I’d be home in just a little while to do something fun with the whole clan. Even just thirty minutes alone was rejuvenating for me, but I sighed nonetheless.

But then the phone rang again. “Hey, honey! Who’s going to take Joy downtown for her appointment?” This time it was my husband's voice. I pondered on this. There were no less than four adults in our home who could drive; perhaps one of them could manage? This was my one morning alone. Even so, I continued to talk with Clay as we puzzle-pieced schedules. As I ended the phone call, I breathed deeply. The coffee and quiet started to enchant my soul back into a pleasant attitude.

And then the phone rang. Again. Everyone was hungry and wanted breakfast. With another sigh, I gathered myself, thanked God for the few moments of peace, and resolved to enjoy the day and cherish my beloved ones. This thought was barely a notion in my mind when I walked through the door to discover the dog had thrown up on the new carpet.

I think I need another cup of coffee.

So many times in my life I have encountered the tension between wanting to be Spirit-filled and gracious, and then being overwhelmed by my own attitudes, the unexpected situations of my life, or the many clashing personalities of my family members. Life tends to have a sandpaper effect on my attempts to be holy. These times have led me explore what it means to live in the power of the Spirit.

Throughout Scripture, the Holy Spirit is often described using the analogy of wind, or breath. When explaining the mysteries of the Spirit to Nicodemus, Jesus said:

“The wind blows where it wishes and you hear the sound of it, but do not know where it comes from and where it is going; so is everyone who is born of the Spirit” (John 3:8).

The Greek word Jesus uses is pnuema, which can be translated as wind, breath, or spirit. Later, when Jesus is commissioning his disciples, Scripture manifests the metaphor into an actual happenstance: “And when He had said this, He breathed on them and said to them, ‘Receive the Holy Spirit’” (John 20:22).

Again and again the Holy Spirit is described as breath which brings life, and wind which provides direction.

Breath is a daily necessity. We cannot live without breathing, and it is a constant need moment to moment. The same sort of dependence we have on breathing is how we ought to depend on the Holy Spirit. Living in the power of the Holy Spirit means letting the Spirit of God be the breath that allows me to make it through every day. Relying on the assistance of the Holy Spirit should become as natural to me as breathing in and out.

To live only within the mundane constrictions of daily life is not to be alive at all. 

Christian means, "Christ in one." When we live in Him, we are "in Christ Jesus." When I learned this secret--owning the Holy Spirit's strength in my life--I was transformed.

Christians cannot flourish apart from making God's Spirit the source of their spiritual lives. 

Even the phrase "spiritual life" refers to the Spirit-living-through-us life. I am not speaking of some kind of unique charismatic experience (though throughout history, people have experienced God's filling in different ways), but of a power that we can never muster up on our own. It might be described as:

*an inner strength"

"God is my strength, a very present help in trouble." Psalm 46:1

*a voice that calls us to become more excellent"

"But the Helper, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in My name, He will teach you all things, and bring to your remembrance all that I said to you." John 14:26

*an energy that moves us to love and forgive supernaturally"

"The fruit of the Spirit is love," Galatians 5:22

*a fruitfulness that can only be explained by God"

"I am the vine, you are the branches; he who abides in Me and I in him, he bears much fruit, for apart from Me you can do nothing." John 15:5

When the Holy Spirit directs our course, the natural consequence is a life outside of normal striving or fleshly effort. We are able to live beyond our own capacity.

Little by little, we speak with God about our stresses, burdens, fears, and give them up to Him and ask, "Fill me with your spirit today, now. Teach me to walk with you, to see my life from your perspective, and give me strength to grow. Help me to worship you as I live this day. Make me understand how to "Walk by the Spirit, and you will not carry out the desire of the flesh" (Galatians 5:16). 

Chapter 7 in Own Your Life helps us understand the Holy Spirit's role in our lives and how we can have even more of Him.

Hope you enjoy the podcast today.

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Looking so forward to seeing so many of you in Nashville next week. Joel and I have thoroughly enjoyed this small tour to different cities. What amazing evenings we have celebrated with friends like you. Hope you can come! Share with your friends. See you there!

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May God's Spirit blow through you this week and encourage your days with His life and beauty.

Inviting Your Children To A Home Alive

"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 Life Giving Home 

Relishing the warm summer days, chattering about all sorts of life issues, sharing meals by candlelight makes this time a treasure of memories that I will store up when all are gone next fall. I thought it might be a good time to share a tiny glimpse into our own home life. Home becomes dearer each day, each year as I store up the life we have share here.

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 world events, stories, music...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, cinnamon toast, lemon bread, scrambled cheese eggs, ...........

Fresh flowers as often as I find a deal, on display...

Musical instruments-guitar, piano, dulcimer,

A Basketball backboard

Rocking Chairs, art pencils scattered amongst drawings and sketch books

A computer always click clicking with stories and books being conceived, music being scored, blogs being written Darcy, our darling  golden retriever stealing goodies off of someone's plate, tail wagging as she runs off...

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Cups stacked for whoever might visit any time of day, and the ability to choose one's own favorite. 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. Each home unique, a living place of the artist behind the life celebrated there. 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?

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To Help Others Grow, We Must Grow, Ourselves

As a new Christian in college, I became involved with Campus Crusade for Christ and was trained in their evangelism and discipleship strategy of "win, build, and send." I spent many exciting hours sharing my faith with other students, building them in Christ in discipleship groups, and sending them out to do the same. In those early years of my Christian life, I learned a simple truth that has stayed with me all through my adult life: I cannot give out what I have not taken in. If I want to help others grow in Christ, I need to be growing in Christ. And the single most reliable indicator as to whether that is happening in my life is if I am spending personal time with God every day.

I have added a husband and four children to my life since those days, but that simple truth has lost none of its strength. When I was in college, I spent only a few hours a week with my "disciples," and—I can admit it now—I could get by in a pinch on a spiritual tank that was running low. Now, though, my"disciples"are with me 24 hours a day, everyday, and there is no hiding it when I am spiritually depleted. And I am further drained when new babies, illnesses, moves, and other crises hit and any extra time in my schedule is used up meeting needs and getting things done. It doesn't take long to find myself running on empty.

Unless I want my spirit to be as dissipated as the space on my calendar, I must make time to be with God—to read the Bible, to pray, to worship God in my spirit, to sing songs of praise. If I'm not taking in, I'll have nothing to give out, much less to sustain my spirit through the times when I most need to live by faith. I have seen that my life almost always tilts out of balance when I don't make time for God. God's Word, though, will revive my soul (see Psalm 19:7), refueling me with the life I need to face each new day.

Even though my need for time with God grows stronger every year, it seems more and more difficult to find the time I need. One would think God would have built in the time in relation to the need, but apparently it doesn't work that way. The greater my need has become for God, the greater my need has become to make time in my life for him. It rarely happens by accident. Perhaps God knows that it will make that time all the more precious if it is hard to come by.

The "easiest" way I have found to make time is to follow the advice of Ben Franklin: early to bed and early to rise. If I get to bed a little earlier, I can get up a little earlier for quiet time. As often as not, though, I find myself sharing my quiet morning space with one or more sonar-eared children. That is why I sometimes leave the house early and go somewhere for coffee and quiet time. When I'm not consistent in the early-to-bed part, I have to make time later in my day to squeeze in a few devotional minutes when the baby is napping and the children are reading.

The key is my own sense of need.  If I listen to the needs of my spirit, I will find a way to make the time to get alone with God. You need to determine when you can best be alone with God and organize your life to make sure it happens.

The law of the Lord is perfect, restoring the soul;The testimony of the Lord is sure, making wise the simple. ~ Psalm 19:7

Are you finding it difficult to spend time with God? How might you change your schedule to make it happen more regularly?

Living into the Bigness of our Father, God: Own Your Life & Podcast

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“And why are you worried about clothing? Observe how the lilies of the field grow; they do not toil nor do they spin, yet I say to you that not even Solomon in all his glory clothed himself like one of these.

“But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the furnace, will He not much more clothe you? You of little faith!"

Daily, tromping down trails near my home, or walking around my neighborhood, or perusing the streets of Victorian homes downtown is a habit of my adult life for three decades. Not only does my body need the health benefits, (yes, I go for 10,000 steps a day), but my priority is to remind myself that God, the artist, has left visual reminders every day. I look for his fingerprints. I breathe in His beauty and power and seek to place my needs and demands, daily, into His capable and powerful hands.

Understanding that my life is not limited to my finite reasoning or resources, but my life is in the transcendent, strong hands of the almighty God who can work His will into my human life in ways far beyond my limitations.

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“Do not worry then, saying, ‘What will we eat?’ or ‘What will we drink?’ or ‘What will we wear for clothing?’ “For the Gentiles eagerly seek all these things; for your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things."

God spoke the mountains into existence. He made every snowflake, infinite amounts of tiny little crystal sparkles, each beautiful and each handcrafted by His love. Each teaches me a lesson--God is active every day in my world. He calmed the sea, and said, "Where will I find faith in the earth?"

Voices of the world whisper fear, demise, darkness and feed the tanks of our fearful hearts with, "What if's" of life that keep us worrying, fearing we are the only ones who can give help to our dire situations, that God needs our intervention."

But Jesus said this is the way of the world. He told us our Father knew that we need these things.

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“But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.

      “So do not worry about tomorrow; for tomorrow will care for itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own."

MATTHEW 6:28-34

What might God accomplish in your life if you practiced faith to live beyond your own limited power, into His transcendent plans, His experienced hands, His desire to do above and beyond all that we ask or think?

Live as a daughter of the King of Kings and expect Him, as your Father, to work, to act, to provide and love on your behalf. He is the God who kills Giants, opens seas, gives abundance to our fish and loaves. Own your faith in a personal, interactive God and live in peace as He carries your burdens.

PS What a pleasure it was to be with so many kindred spirits in Texas and California. I was blown away by your sweetness, your sweet gifts that blessed Joel and me so much, and the privilege to see so many kindred spirits and friends. Wish I  could thank all of you personally.

Next is Nashville. We shall have a grand time there.

I hope you enjoy this podcast today.

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Forming Habits of Faith

Ask any of my children about their enduring memories of childhood, and one of them is bound to mention family devotions. They still chuckle about the Alpha and Omega day, when I drew an overview of Scripture on a chalkboard and told my ten-, eight-, and six-year old children that God was the beginning and end of all things and their lives were part of his story. "Will you live by faith?" I passionately asked, and was met by their wide-eyed nods.

To this day, twenty years later, they remember that devotional morning. They remember the rhythm of faith and prayer that set our days as a family.

They also recall the way that faith became real when they saw God actually answer our prayers. One particular morning stands out in all of our memories. The first years of Whole Heart Ministries were years that required great faith from us. We moved to the middle of nowhere, Texas, lived with my mother-in-law, and began to outline and write the messages we wanted to give to parents.

But it was all very much by faith, and there came a time early on when Clay and I realized that we would run out of money by the next month. I remember that morning clearly; the bright Texas day and my children laughing and fussing, squrming in their breakfast chairs.

We didn't tell the kids everything, of course, but we wanted them to be part of this life ofaith, to take part as a family in trusting God. So when we came to prayer at the end of our devotions, we told them simply that we needed to see God provide for our family. Would they pray that, too?

Their little faces grew very solemn (though this did not in the least stop their squirming). They squeezed their eyes shut where they sat at the table and each of them prayed in their high voices that God would give us what we needed.

Clay went straight to his office after breakfast, and the kids and I finished the dishes and gathered everyone to start the day. But before we could begin, Clay was back with news of an amazing discovery. On picking up the morning mail, he found a magazine notice for a paticular lawsuit. He quickly realized that he had an interest in the suit and, upon calling the firm, discovered that this was the last day to put in his claim.

The amount paid would provide for our family for the next few months. When we told the kids, their eyes were wide with wonder at the fact that God had answered their prayers.

"Mom," said Sarah, "God really heard us, and it worked."

The most important gift you can give your child is to help them begin a walk of faith with the God of the universe. From the moment your children arrive in your home, you are teaching them how to see the world, what to consider important, what to seek, what to love.

As a mother, you have the opportunity to form your home and family life in such a way that God's reality comes alive to your children each day.

We live in a busy, pragmatic society driven by performance and activity. In the realm of parenting, this is a particular influence as we moms feel the pressure to provide the best education, the best lessons, and the best meals. We want our kids to have character, we want them to clean their rooms, and we want them never to be lonely and to have all the music lessons and activities that they want.

But the thing your child needs most in the world is a heart that knows the love of his or her Creator.

The greatest gift you can give your kids, a gift they will carry with them into each relationship and situation of their lives, is a heart deeply centered on loving God and a life formed by the habits of faith.

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The Illusive Balanced Life: Seeking Peace Instead!

Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.

Albert Einstein

Pondering how to slow down life, how to find peace amidst busy days has been something I have been evaluating lately. Knowing that Joel and Joy, home temporarily, will be gone to a new life in the fall, Sarah will be married, and Nathan will still be far away in New York, makes me want to enjoy every moment of every day, to cherish my days while they are home. But it requires me to choose to live in peace one day at a time. Peace of mind comes from a heart attitude that says, "God is in control. I can rest at this moment, leave the stresses in His hands, live into His promise of peace, even though the pieces of my life are flying in all directions for the moment."

Joy and I were talking about a summer gone by where I was pondering the same things!

Seems I have never reached that magical point where my life is quiet, peaceful, slow, with all the details in my life organized. There are more balls in the air now than when our family was much younger!

Today as I was whizzing in the car to Kohl's (afterall, I had a 30% coupon in my hot little hand) looking for jeans and a couple of things that Joy needed, all the while keeping in mind that she has a meeting I have to drive her to in an hour.

Also knowing that I have to pick up some medication for the sinus infection I have developed with an internal ear infection (going on since Michigan--five weeks ago--even today, several years later, I have imploded ear drums--allergies! I was a premie with lots of respiratory issues--born 2 months early.) and have an appointment with friends to pray at 5 and then pick Joy up from her meeting, and then go back to Walmart for the things she will need while I am gone on a short ministry trip.

Finallhy, a reward at the end of the day-- then to a cooking class with Sarah and Joy-- we signed up for a while ago. Unexpectedly, we will be meeting friends who are flying in from out of town at their hotel at 9; late night to finish packing and then leave for the airport with Clay and Sarah at 7:30 in the morning,

And I think--my life is not in balance--but I can still walk with God, have joy, enjoy my minutes and the ones in my life at each moment, and make it through one minute at a time.

My home is not often in balance--I know that when we fly to 5 cities in 7 weeks, to host mom conferences,  that my house will get messier than usual and need a good cleaning when I get home. I understand that if I am going to be faithful to schooling when I am home and making meals and having quiet times in between all the prep for conferences--that things will pile up and go by the way side--but I also know I have a plan for getting it all together when I get home.

I know it will take all of us a few days just to sleep enough to have the energy to clean and straighten up--but I know that we will get to it and I will feel good about my home again.

I liked what a friend said to me,

"The pendulum on a clock is only in balance at one point while the fulcrum swings back and forth between the two sides."

And so my life goes--in perfect balance, rarely, once in a while--but always swinging between the two tensions.

My life wasn't in balance when I had 3 children under 5 and I had to nurse them and deal with ear infections and asthma.

My life wasn't in balance very often amidst the 17 moves--6 times internationally--seemed often I was packing or unpacking--

My life wasn't in balance when I had 3 teenagers and an elementary aged child who just wanted to play and read picture books,  while we were staying up late with our teens talking about all sorts of serious issues in life, and then getting up early with my wee, little fun one-with dark circles under my eyes.

And all the while these in my home wanted to eat, (which meant shopping, cooking and an endless stream of dishes) and wear relatively clean clothes and messes abounded--always cleaning and messing--straightening and cluttering. No balance but a lot of life and fun and discussions and work and corrections--a stream of life never ending, but flowing to yet another new challenge and season of life.

I think I would have been so much more content and joyful if I had just known at the beginning that life for me would not be balanced--but could always be meaningful--if I would just accept the limitations of each day, each season, each child, my marriage and my finances--none totally balance, perfect--but all a blessing--so that is what was going through my mind today as I was whizzing about.

I don't think scripture promises balance--Jesus's life was not balanced--he always had people chasing after him and someone was always criticizing him amidst the feeding of 5 thousands, healing lepers and forgiving prostitutes, holding children and blessing them and saying scathing things to the Pharisees. Though he did say we could be peaceful. (Peace, I leave with you. John)

Paul's life was certainly not balanced--even keeled--amidst prison, ship wrecks, beatings, and teachings. Peter was traveling, teaching, being persecuted--yet all of these had joy, full hearts, love and time to reach out to and teach others.(Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts. Phil.)

So, I was contemplating today--that if I would just see this day and all that my puzzle brings as God's will, I would be content, joyful and enjoy rest in the moments of my days. Take a deep breath--and rest in the peace in the midst of the swings of my life.

Off to pick up Joy!

Can't wait to see so many of you in Arlington and San Diego. Still time to register--and you can come to the door without registering, but the cost will be slightly higher. We shall have fun.

Engaging in Heart and Soul Training: A New Podcast

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“If you think of this world as a place simply intended for our happiness, you find it quite intolerable: think of it as a place for training and correction and it's not so bad.”

C.S. Lewis

"Excellence is an art won by training and habituation. We do not act rightly because we have virtue or excellence. But we rather have those because we have acted rightly. We are what we repeatedly do.

Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit."

Aristotle

Music wafts all around our home in the evenings lately. Joel and Joy are recording an album and producing original songs. Yet, listening to them now compared to a few years ago shows such growth and maturity. Training, practicing, learning, growing has helped them turn the corner from merely plahing at music and now recording and performing it. I enjoy it every night, knowing both will be away at graduate studies soon.

Merely having a piano in a home and having a child bang on the instrument will not nurture a child into becoming a classical pianist. To become excellent in playing, the child must be instructed over a period of many years, hours must be given to practice and learning music.  Playing and playing and playing again is the course of action that produces skill and excellence.

Proverbs tells us that "a skillful man will go before kings." Regarding character, wisdom and soul strength, all people must also be instructed, have many years to practice and apply the teaching before an excellent character and life skills are developed.

Our God is a Holy God and His desire is for us to be people who reflect His character: His love, His excellence, moral purity, love, wisdom from His word, integrity in relationships, in the ways we conduct our behavior and actions. One who loves God will reflect growth in holiness continually as they grow closer to Chrits.

Proverbs tells us, “The path of the righteous is like the light of dawn, shining brighter and brighter until the full day.”

Strong Biblical integrity grows slowly over a long period of time—brighter and brighter—as we grow to more maturity. Yet, it comes from loving God with our hearts, and subsequently, seeking to ponder how to please Him. We ponder Jesus, His ways, His heart, His stories and seek to grow in those ways from our heart—not from performance to a rigid standard or rule.

But speaking the truth in love, we are to grow up in all aspects into Him who is the head, even Christ, Ephesians 4:15

Yet, I have observed that many adults never had such Biblical training and so they are operating in their Christian life from a vacuum.

As many people know, I have often said,

“In the absence of Biblical convictions, people go the way of culture.”

So, an adult who does not live from a grid or a well of biblical foundations of truth will be subject to legalism on one hand—man made rules that teach a formulaic performance of Christianity. This legalism produces a harshness of judgment of those who “fail to live by the rules.” Often legalism brings false condemnation because we find it difficult to live up to arbitrary standards, as we are imperfect people.

Lack of Biblical convictions and orthodox understanding of Christianity can also lead to lenient or permissive application of Christianity, losing a sense of the holiness and righteousness of God, that He would have us grow into. The more we love Christ, the more we will be like Him, so that people will know Him better by being in our company.

Contemporary Culture Mitigates Against Excellent Character

Because our culture is so given to crudity, sexual permissiveness and a devaluation of human beings, (abortion, loss of love for having children, mercy killing of those who are aged or infirm),  with secular media determining the values of children and adults, many reflect callousness and a lack of honor for humans, those created in God's image.

Couple this with  a lack of intentional training on the part of adults, parents towards their children, with moral compromise at every turn, lack of wisdom and discretion, and many children are at a disadvantage in their lives because they have never developed a strong moral character, or seen a strong model of integrity in the life of the adults around them.

What I find it that there are many adults who are at a disadvantage because they grew up into adulthood without a corpus of wisdom, character training, truth and an understanding of holiness and righteousness. And so they, also, are disadvantaged in understanding how to live a godly life.

That is also why so many of us find Christians the ones hurting us or disappointing us, because these immature or uninformed new or young believers don't know how to love, communicate, get over their scars in life or how to discern wisdom, because they have never seen it modeled or heard it taught.

A child or adult who is not trained and taught to exercise strength in righteousness, truth, work ethic, relationships and integrity, will often be at a disadvantage his whole life, because instead of his character serving him, his lack of training and ignorance will detract from his ability to live an excellent life. Poor choices lead to bad consequences that bring baggage and burdens potentially for a whole life.

God is a God of redemption so he can forgive and restore, but we must live with the consequences of poor, unwise and compromising choices if we do not live by the righteous ways of God.

I am often amazed at the fact that people feel they can separate their faith from their behavior.

Carefulness needs to be applied here. I am not speaking of legalistic, rules of men, but the ways God teaches us are wise, the ways His word if filled with instruction so that we can move towards maturity.

Then when their lives are filled with the difficulty of indiscretion, they shake their fist at God and ask Him why He has treated them so harshly, when the truth to guide their lives was in scripture all along. God leaves us responsible to respond to His word, and when we behave foolishly, there will be consequences. The father of the prodigal son did not prevent his son from abandoning reason and leaving Him, but He was there to restore His son when his son humbled himself and came home. So it is with God, He is always willing to welcome us, to restore us, but choices are not without consequences.

The Problem of Ignorance

I was never trained to persevere through hard times, nor to understand that I had a capacity to be stronger than I knew, or that life was hard, or that motherhood would require me to be unselfish for the rest of my life. When I entered motherhood, I was simply unprepared and untrained.

I believe that many women like me struggle with motherhood, marriage and the burden of raising children because they have never been stretched or trained in character and are morally weak, complaining and undisciplined.

An undisciplined soul often reacts to pressure with complaining, anger and frustration. We blame others for our own unhappiness and difficulties.  Often, a lack of strong character and a developed work ethic is at the bottom of depression in young women. (There are many other reasons of course--loneliness, lack of community--but that is for another article--or book! :))

I know that I was also never trained for such hard work, and so struggled to meet the ideals I held in my heart because I had never been trained to be strong in character--I was spoiled in many ways and so had to learn character along with my children--and it was more difficult as an adult who had become lazy and self-centered--and I didn't even know it! I had been quite indulged and was unaware of my own lack of character--I wanted to blame my struggles on everything else except myself!

We are living in a culture where compromise is an accepted norm in marriage, in choices of movies and television, books read, in work, manners, leadership, and responsibility.

Also, addictions and lack of discipline of every sort are the norm and acceptable, so that character is not even affirmed or valued. Addiction to food, substances, social media, pornography, television, gaming, gambling, and every sort of pleasure that eats up the beauty and possibility of life is tolerated. In surveys, it is often found that believers are just as apt to divorce, abandon their children, become addicted to pornography, and to live an immoral lifestyle as those who do not profess faith in Christ.

The heart, not behavior, is the key to living a righteous life.

I find that so many parents are mostly anxious that their children cease to have "bad" behavior. They just want a formula for disciplining their children that will make them easier to deal with on a daily basis, so that they as parents can have an easier life.

Yet, as I observe many families, children, and moms in all of our travels and teaching, I find that there are fewer and fewer children who have an internal sense of composure, self-control, wisdom, and manners, because they are not receiving this kind of instruction at home.

Their moms, even the stay at home ones, are busy with their own agenda and pastimes, distractions- and the adults have a great lack as well.

A child or adult cannot grow beyond their teacher’s ability to model ideals and truth lived out in real life. So, if those in church are compromising, or parents are living a hypocritical life, wanting their children to “be good” while they are living a life of compromise, compromise will become the norm. "I'm ok, You're ok, " becomes the valued mantra--let's not judge anyone.

Yet, if we are created in God's image, shouldn't we, as believers, be the most excellent in our behavior, character and influence? Doesn't scripture teach us to lay down our lives for the sake of others--in this case, our children? Doesn't anything worthy always require great sacrifice, vision and hard work?

The next few weeks, I will be addressing the importance of training in character qualities and how this training develops a foundation of strength for the life and soul of an adult as well as a child.

For this summer, I will be reposting articles and adding to them teaching foundations for growing strong. When we have a grid of knowing Biblical foundations, we will know how to live godly lives.

I am excited about this series of Own Your LIfe! It has been bubbling up as I have talked to many moms over the past weeks, and observed behavior of adults in several situations, and discussed many of these issues with my own children.

Character matters!

Training excellent character into the very fiber of all people takes intention, perseverance, commitment, wisdom--and honestly, it requires God's character growing in our lives.

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The Rhythm of Celebration in Our Own Life Giving Home

Each day holds a surprise. But only if we expect it can we see, hear, or feel it when it comes to us. Let's not be afraid to receive each day's surprise, whether it comes to us as sorrow or as joy It will open a new place in our hearts, a place where we can welcome new friends and celebrate more fully our shared humanity.

Henri Nouwen

Celebrating life and the beauty of close friendship started in the early years of our lives as we began to idealize the ways we wanted to live. As I gaze back over the decades of my life, I can see so many experiences that have shaped my view of the world. But none has had quite the effect on me as living with Clay as a young couple in Vienna, Austria. Our lives there brought us a variety of faith-stretching lessons as we were confronted by the challenges of living and working in a foreign culture. My idealistic, conviction-laden husband found himself a junior pastor at the International Chapel of Vienna, and we quickly began to build connections with the expatriate community there.

Because Vienna had one of the highest costs of living in the world at the time, we struggled to find a suitable place to live with a two-and-a-half-year-old princess, a bouncing baby boy on the way, and a desperately needed au pair. After a challenging search, Clay and I finally found a small house tucked away in a northern suburb of the city. Our crooked little gray-stucco bungalow boasted nine hundred square feet divided between five people, and we stumbled over one another in the small space as we attempted to craft a lovely life.

That house was a daily adventure—closet-sized rooms, interior walls that streamed water when the roof gutters overflowed, and an attic where pigeons would fly through the holes and get stuck inside. (We named one of them Walter Pigeon.)  Even with all the unwelcome surprises, I was happy in that little house. The energy of young love and my newfound joy at being a mother sang happiness and vibrancy into my life.

Joel had just been delivered by an Austrian midwife in the hospital down the cobbled street on a cold, windy November night, and Sarah toddled around telling everyone who would listen that “Dod had diven us a baby boy— dust like Desus was when He came to Mary on Christmas!”

Having heard the story of Jesus’ birth in the dark of our chapel one evening, she was sure that Joel was our own Jesus, and she would look out the window each evening watching for the angels to appear to sing him a song.

On Christmas Eve, we thought our little home had never looked more beautiful. Light from the crimson candles shimmered each time someone rang our bell. Our tiny antique dining table was laden with winter delicacies: red apples, golden pears, and large polished hazelnuts and fresh crusty bread. All our guests would crowd around that table, content to share in the friendly companionship of such a festive evening. Living alone in a foreign country, away from friends and family gave each of us a longing for close friendship to cover our loneliness.

Our motley but happy company included a young German friend whose girlfriend had just broken up with him, a youthful Taiwanese secretary working for the United Nations; a refugee who had escaped his Middle Eastern country by crossing over the border at night, chased by secret police; and a young missionary from England, lonely on his very first Christmas away from his family.

Sarah sat chattering in my lap and talking about the angels. Our live-in friend helped me serve our “shepherds’ meal”— potato soup, freshly baked homemade bread, a variety of cheeses, and an assortment of nuts and fruits—and we all sang “Silent Night” as a prayer because it was the only carol everyone knew. Hearts were opened by the beauty of the meal, and as we all delighted in our feast, we spoke of the shepherds who had received the Good News of Jesus on that first Christmas so long ago.

My heart was warmed by the sight of friends smiling, laughing, singing sweetly familiar songs, joining our motley crew  from such different cultures. I cherished the love that whispered Christ’s reality through the moments of the evening and we shared memories around our table.

No matter our circumstances or struggles, God has spoken the light of life into the universe in the person of Christ, and in His work through Christians like us, the world is being made new, one person at a time.

Whatever season, whatever event, celebrating moments amidst the days of our lives ties our hearts to others who will invest in our sweet memories to hold us fast in years ahead.

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