Faith


FOR TODAY, Friday, August 21st…
Outside My Window…Roses, fading in the summer heat, swinging garden gate, bird feeder needing  to be re-hung after a marauding squirrel knocked it down, apple tree heavily laden with fruit
I am thinking…that I want to bottle this lazy summer day feeling in order to revisit it when burnout from homeschooling threatens to overwhelm me
I am thankful for…this home, this cool morning, fresh coffee in the morning courtesy of Dear Knight, long, languid day stretching before me
From the kitchen…BLT’s with juicy, fresh from the garden tomatoes, on country french bread
I am wearing…blue t-shirt, denim skirt–worn-in and soft like butter
I am creating…lesson plans, daily schedules, and messes everywhere I go!
I am going…nowhere today…this is a lazy day
I am reading All Jane Austen’s novels: up next, Persuasion
I am hoping…My Dearest friend will enjoy the satisfaction of seeing  Jesus  grab hold of the hearts of her wayward son and daughter-in-law
I am hearing…The lulling hum of the dishwasher and the soothing sound of the fountain.
Around the house…quiet…a rare thing in this house
One of my favorite things…Sweet kisses from 3 year olds!!
Here is picture thought I am sharing…
late summer tomatoes

late summer tomatoes


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Coram Deo, Lola
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This chorus has been running through  my head since I woke this morning at 4:55am.  I think God is trying to get my attention.  I am not an especially musical person–I can’t play any instruments and I can barely carry a tune in a bucket, yet, I wake many mornings literally singing to My God.  The songs are usually something from Sunday worship, sometimes they are something that I’ve heard on the radio (thank you KLOVE), but they are all worship songs.  Today I think God is trying to remind me that HE found me…not the other way around as I sometime like to think.  The refrain goes on to say that Jesus satisfies all my longings.  I struggle with that. Not the fact that Jesus satisfies but the actual reality of it.  I keep trying to find satisfaction in my life; through my children and  my marriage and  books and food and a clean house–the list goes on.  Yet, none of that really, truly satisfies.  Only Jesus satisfies. Daily. And I believe that the sooner I honestly take that to heart the more joy and peace I’ll experience  throughout my day.  So for today I’ll keep singing “Hallelujah! He has found me!…Jesus satisfies all my longings”   and maybe just maybe it will sink in.

Here is the hymn in its entirety (original version):

Satisfied(1875)

Words by Clara T. Williams, music by Ralph E. Hudson.

1.
All my life I had a longing
For a drink from some clear spring,
That I hoped would quench the burning
Of the thirst I felt within.

Refrain
Hallelujah! I have found Him
Whom my soul so long has craved!
Jesus satisfies my longings,
Through His blood I now am saved.

2.
Feeding on the husks around me,
Till my strength was almost gone,
Longed my soul for something better,
Only still to hunger on.

Refrain

3.
Poor I was, and sought for riches,
Something that would satisfy,
But the dust I gathered round me
Only mocked my soul’s sad cry.

Refrain

4.
Well of water, ever springing,
Bread of life so rich and free,
Untold wealth that never faileth,
My Redeemer is to me.

Refrain

Coram Deo,

Lola

Do you really believe that what you believe is really real?

That  question is the linch-pin question for Focus on the Family’s The Truth Project; it is also a question I’ve been pondering these last two weeks.  It is almost too much for me to get my mind around.  I mean, what DO I really, honestly believe with my whole heart down to the very core of my being?  And if I really believe what I believe, does my life reflect that belief?

Well, I hope so.  Yet, I know I am not perfect.  I mess up…daily.   Good thing God is not expecting me to be perfect.  Good thing he offered me salvation through His son, Jesus Christ.  Good thing I answered His knock.

Have you ever thought about how  much we are bombarded on a daily basis with a humanistic world view? From the T.V. shows we watch to the books we read there is a general view that this life is all there is…nothing more, nothing less. That being  “good” is good enough  and as that long as what one does doesn’t bother anyone else then “Go For It!”.   How utterly self-centered, how uterly hopeless.   Good thing I have hope.

Just somethings that I’ve been thinking about.

Coram Deo, Lola

Please take a few minutes to watch this video…Special thanks to my dear friend Ann of Holy Experience.  She continually inspires, challenges and encourages me in my walk.

Watch. Think. Be inspired. ACT!   It is never too late.

Coram Deo,

Lola

I have a habit of walking out my front door and down my driveway and gazing up at the night skies pondering what wonders the Lord has wrought. I am fascinated by the skies and the constellations. I try to discern from amidst the light pollution that floods my community as many celestial bodies as I can. I know Mars when I see it and Venus, too. I can point out the Pleiades and Orion and Cassiopeia. And I can easily spot the Big Dipper, although I have NEVER been able to find the Little Dipper.
I am not sure when this habit of mine formed. Most likely during those many nights of walking and cradling restless wee chicks in my arms; “Look…can you see the moon? When the moon is out it is night time. Do you want to go night, night? Say ‘night, night, Mr. Moon’.” And even now as those restless nights are getting fewer and farther between I sometimes find myself alone, gazing at the moon and the stars. Tonight was different though…I had company. Not the wakeful babe-in-arms kind of company. No, tonight my two eldest daughters joined me…and we searched the heavens together, my arms encircling their shoulders as I pointed out to them Saggitarius and Scorpius–two constellations I only just “found” this evening. My excitement apparently rubbed off on them for they ran inside to consult “Find the Constellations” and “The Stars” (both by H.A. Rey of Curious George fame) to see what else they could find.
It was one of those moments that makes my heart sing…surely if they attended school elsewhere this would not have happened–what reason would I have for owning the books I do on constellations and the night skies–they were all purchased our first year of home-schooling when the Boy was just a 1st grader and we decided to followthe recommendations from “The Well Trained Mind”. We’ve only briefly looked through them on occasion all these years…but tonight there was a connection made between my daughters and those books; they will be “friends” for life. And a connection was made between my daughters and me; something a bit different from mom the teacher and daughters the students. Something special and full of wonderment…and for that I am eternally grateful.

originally posted 9/1/07

Monday morning held such promise…we were going to start a new reading schedule–much more CM than Classical–Baby slept through the night, therefore, I slept through the night and I had a wee bit of quiet all to myself. My sense of peace was short lived…Mimi and LaLa both woke up complaining of sore throats and headaches, the Boy needed to go to the doctor for a tetanus booster–he stepped on a nail Sunday night at the creek–it went clean through his hiking boot (and already infected we found out),Tink got right to work demolishing the house as any good two year old will do, and Baby started her week as she does most Mondays—crying, alot (unless she’s nursing or sleeping). My high hopes for a smooth start to our week were dashed but we did get in some reading…Thornton Burgess animal stories are a favorite around here. The girls slept alot and the Boy did his best to help with Baby. Tink just continued to demolish the house.
Tuesday looked more promising: a huge weight was lifted off our shoulders…a decision that was really causing some stress in our home was finally reached (more on that in another post), and the sun was shining at last–we have received more than 4 inches of rain just this month! The girls were still sick but feeling better and the Boy’s infected foot was not so painful. Tink still made it her mission in life to demolish the house but Baby was in a good mood!! The day turned stormy with thunder storms and dime sized hail (that’s big for this part of the country) but laundry got done and the floors got mopped. We even had time to read from Wind in the Willows and Little Pilgrims Progress…all in all another good day.
Then this morning the Knight and I were treated to something I don’t ever recall seeing…a rainbow–at 6 in the morning–in the east. The sun was just rising and its light was shining across the sky just under the dark storm clouds. The oaks by the creek were bathed in a golden glow. The sky above the tree line was a dark indigo and the rainbow softly arched across the expanse. What a blessing for us…the house was still quiet (a rare thing in our house even at 6 in the morning) and God’s promise was gently proclaimed across the sky. I stood in my doorway for as long as I dared–I was still in my jammies–and just soaked it in…the softly falling rain and the rainbow–what a glorious start to my day.

originally posted 3/36/06

This post was inspired by a topic discussed on a Classical Education loop I am on. One of the gals, a certain Ann V. of “A Child’s Geography”, suggested I post my opinion on personal time vs. family time and how as HS mom’s we are called to die to ourselves. So, here it is for all it is worth.

I believe that personal time is integral to who we are as part of God’s creation…however what we do to for our own personal enrichment changes as our lives change…I used to rubber stamp every chance I got…I made cards for every occasion…now I don’t remember the last time I actually got to just submerge myself in that craft. I used to sew dresses for the girls and home decorating projects for my home. Now I only pull out the machine when I NEED to sew something. There just isn’t enough time in the day for me to be that type of creative…when I stamped or sewed it was for me–I enjoyed it and got lost in it and felt better for it. I used to run three miles a day 5-6 days a week—very early in the am before anyone was up…I did it for myself but refrained from it when the kiddos needed me or when my Dear Knight was out of town. But, as the needs of my family have changed the time I have for myself has lessened. So, now I content myself with a few snatched pages of a “good” book…no time for twaddle…hardly any time for “good” so I try to make it as profitable as I can.
I do miss those things but mostly because they gave me a chance to be alone (at least in my mind). I really enjoy being alone for periods of time…I get to think out loud, mumble, laugh, cry…whatever…without having to answer why I am doing all those things like I would if I had an audience.
I have known many women that would not dream of giving up their personal time for anyone…let alone their children…I find that very sad… and very selfish… I don’t make this observation in a judgmental way…there are some women who must be away from their families in order to support their family and some women who have outside interests….but the women who choose themselves and their own pursuits at the expense of their families and then complain about how hard it is to juggle their time are the ones that get to me (you know the ones–very extreme examples of “me-first type gals)…I lived in affluent area before moving to our current home…good for my re-sale, not good for my personal relationships with my fellow SAHM’s (one note–I have a couple of extremely close friends from that neighborhood—they are delightful,Christian women who, like me, didn’t/don’t fit the mold of the type women I am referring to)…they were never home and always playing tennis, or aerobics or shopping or whatever…there never seemed to be time for their husbands or kiddos–I was criticized for making dinner for my family every night and for not putting my children in every activity available and not hiring a babysitter several times a month. Many of these gals thought I was nuts for allowing my husband to control me because obviously he did since I “had” to make dinner every night!! I tried to explain that I did it out of love for my husband but that fell on unbelieving ears.
But above all, I think personal enrichment needs to be tempered with the needs of your family at all times…there will be seasons in your life that you have “extra” time to devote to a personal interest. There will be times when you can’t. I also believe that when you allow yourself to pursue a personal interest you re-charge yourself and are thus better able to give to your family in a better way…I know that when I get some quiet time to just contemplate life I am much more able to face the demands of my family, and do so much more serenely/cheerfully/joyfully.
I also have noticed that some people believe you must spend an inordinate amount of time to pursue personal interests…and I’m sure there are some things that require lots of time…but I believe you can have personal time without taking away from your family that which they need…sometimes personal time gets pushed to the margins of the day…early morning or late evening…after familial duties are completed..that is just the way it is…is this ideal—No! but it can still accomplish its goal…personal growth.
It is a hard act to juggle…personal time and motherhood, but if we are faithful to God and the blessings/responsibilities He has given us then I believe we will reap numerous eternal rewards much more fulfilling than anything else in his world.

originally posted  1/4/06

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