Saturday, November 28, 2009

Save A Lot and Wal Mart...my mission field!


So I have mentioned reading Rick Warren's Purpose Driven Life, again. I have been reading about obedience. When God calls us, we are to act and when we do it makes our fellowship with Him sweeter!


I remember 5 years ago, the opportunity given to me to enter that sweet fellowship with Jesus at Save A Lot grocery store. A man was behind me in line. I had filled the conveyor while entertaining our children. I noticed the man behind me looked as though times were tough. He was purchasing bologna, a loaf of bread and another staple. I assumed it would take care of several meals for him. I felt the Holy Spirit prompting me to pay for his groceries. I was afraid and did not do it.


Another time at Save A Lot, a mom was at the front of the one register open. She was constantly disciplining a child named Austin as she tried to check out and pay. The line was backed up with several folks waiting. I was at the front of the store and heard the loud booming voice of a man at the end of the line say, "Austin, I don't even know you and you are beginning to get on my nerves." I immediately felt sick for the child and even more so for his mom. When we left, I saw her putting the children in the vehicle with a snack while she unloaded. I so wanted to go to her and tell her that could have easily been me and our children on any given day. I regret not going over to her and just help her with her groceries and let her know that every dog has her day. I still regret it. It was the Holy Spirit and I was disobedient once again.


This morning, I ran away! My Dear was home so I left the darlings with daddy to run errands-I usually have an open invitation to go but Lydia had plans, Clay did not want to, and Miss Blake is potty training so she was uninvited, for the benefit of her and the health of our community!


I got in the return line at Wal Mart and saw an older man trying to find a short line to check out in. As I waited my turn, I caught a glimpse of him again. This time, I read his hat. He was a World War II veteran. My heart began to beat quickly as I knew I was starring at a history book which will all too soon be gone! I knew God was calling me to step out of the line!


I stepped out of the line and walked over to the gentleman. I told him I saw his hat and I just wanted to shake his hand. He said he gets that a lot when he wears that hat. He was shipped overseas at the age of 17. All I cared about at 17 was my hair and how cool my car was!! He is one of the dwindling WW II soldiers still alive. Blame it on homeschooling, being a daughter and granddaughter of Veterans, a grateful American, I don't know...but I was truly thrilled.
After our conversation, I knew that God was telling me to go to the back of the line. When I did so, the 2 people who were originally behind me insisted I step back in place. It opened a door of conversation and mutual respect and I was so glad to be in our little Wal Mart, right where God had planned for me to be! Did I share Christ, no. But I would like to think , out of my obedience, maybe, someone got a glimpse of my Jesus. I may never know, but God knew, so glad He chose to speak to me.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Cause I Don't Want to Forget

I don't want to forget what inspiration looks like! The temperature is getting cooler, bringing the kids indoors to play. They created these materpieces with their friends. They had to dig around to collect enough magnets to hang them. Note also that Clay's lost tooth and Blake's clipping of her first hair cut are displayed too. Who would have ever thought I would have hair and a tooth proudly displayed on the front of my fridge! I told Lydia I would clip her nails if she needed to have a baggie with her name on it too.



Sunday, November 22, 2009

A Gut Shot!


This week, I realized our house is dirty! The bottom of the walls have dirty hand prints and the top has dust. The ceiling fans are fuzzy and the fridge had spilled, (it that chili?), in it! Not to mention, I am hosting my family for Thanksgiving!

I had contacted my sweet friend to see if she wanted to get together-just us girls-on Saturday. She agreed and then My Dear informed me of a place he needed to be until 2 that afternoon. I was home with the kids, so I decided to make the most of it. I did several loads of laundry, dishes, cleaned out the fridge-although Lydia wanted to clean the mystery chili out. Don't you love when that is fun for them! I straighted every room, fed children, baby to nap, then wiped down the walls in the kitchen. I worked like a MAD woman and the entire time I am thinking about me. I was pleased with the progress but in the back of my head, I resented it! I resented that I was home. I resented that my plans had to be altered. I resented that I was working so hard. Sad, but true, I resented that I had the kids alone another day. I resented that the world did not revolve around me. I resented that My Dear got to go and do. The entire time I clean and take care of the children, I am feeling sorry for myself.

When My Dear got home, he cleaned a couple of fans like I had asked and I snatched up Rick Warren's Purpose Driven Life to relax before my friend arrived. On page 88, I read, "The key to friendship with God, he said, is not changing what you do, but changing your attitude toward what you do."


OUCH!!!!!!! What a blow to the gut! I was able to get so much accomplished and the kids were little angels all morning. I was pleased with my progress but in the back of my head, I resented it instead of seeing the blessing that it all was. My attitude broke my fellowship with God. I told myself I was doing it for my family, but I wasn't. The job is done but I missed the ministry aspect of it. I even had this part underlined from 5 years ago!

So, tomorrow, I will approach each task with a attitude that allows me to worship God while I, drive kids to music lessons, change diapers, teach, feed, step over toys, discipline, hug, babysit, fold, and mop spilled milk up out of the bottom of my once clean refrigerator. Hope your day leads you to a place of doing for God all of those things that you have to do anyway!

Thursday, November 12, 2009

A Week of Firsts

It has been a week (+/- a few days) of first for Miss Blake!



First Oreo Cookie...that I recall although someone could have slipped her one without my knowing. Can I still call it an Oreo even though it is store brand or do I have to say "sandwich cookie?" It just is not the same!


She also did a number in the bathroom but I did not take a picture of that, you can thank me later. I do appreciate her optimism in that she calls it "do-do." Nice isn't it, seeing she could have named it "No Way!" or "Won't-Won't!" Gives me hope!

Oh, this is the BEFORE picture...




Blake's first haircut!! The whole gang was excited about this one! I know the picture is fuzzy but I wanted to capture how all of "the firsts" are well attended! The big kids want to be there to capture her responses too. They had already had their turn in the chair so Blake was asking for a turn too!



So sweet! She could not take her eyes off of herself in the mirror!



Blake has more and more to say. Yesterday I showed her a button she had on her shirt. I recalled a book she had with buttons on one page. She was fussy so I asked her to find the buttons in the book. She said, "Let's see" as she started looking in the book. I then realized how often I say, "Let's see." I talk all the time to give her additional exposure to language. So, that is what I get!

What a fun week (+/-) of 1st! "Let's see" what next week holds hopefully more optimism!

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Kinsmen Redeemer



Ruth and Boaz are my favorite biblical love story! Have you read it? It is 4 Chapters of love in the book of Ruth in the Old Testament. Her is my version in a nut shell-hopefully just enough to get you reading!

Husband dies. She stays with Mother-in-Love. Return to MIL's homeland. Ruth goes to Boaz's fields. Picks up left over grain. Boaz ask workers to leave grain. Boaz is Ruth's kinsmen redeemer. Lays at his feet. He protect her honor. Learns another to be kinsmen redeemer. Talks to him. Happily ever after!

Here is how this love story plays into my life!


My mom had a less then a perfect home life. My grandmother eventually sent my mom to live with the Blake family (I love family names?) This family took my mom in as their own. They provided for her and shielded her from her painful childhood-or lack of. She moved in as a child and left a woman. Her cousin Ann (which is our Lydia's middle name) became her sister as well as a mother figure. Lucky for me, Ann married Mr. Boaz, Our Boaz, Clyde Boaz. Clyde cared and loved my mother as no man had done before. The men in her life were nothing like him. He was kind, gentle, and always helping someone. Nothing like drunk and angry that mom was used to. Clyde eventually walked my mother down the aisle of the church to be married. His relationship with mom did not stop there. His love continued to her 3 children. He was weekly visit, trips to dance class and Homer's Tastee Freeze on Tuesdays, Sunday shopping for back to school clothes or Easter dresses, maybe that was more Annie but Clyde always supplied the food from the snack bar. He bought my first 10 speed bicycle and Cabbage Patch doll and loved us with all 400 lbs of him. I am certain 390 lbs of it was his heart!

I tear up thinking of the love I have for Annie and Clyde Boaz even more so now that I am an adult and understand what it is like to love a child. The Boazes were never able to have a child, but they had us. Even after Clyde passed away, Annie became a treasured friend. I cherished her understanding, wisdom, and laughs and am so thankful that My Dear got to meet her. Our children would have brought them so much joy!

My mom was pulled from the cycle of poverty and abuse by a Kinsmen Redeemer. She has celebrated 40 years of marriage to my dad and brags to anyone who will listen about her children and grandchildren. So why am I telling you this? Not only was Boaz, Ruth's kinsman redeemer but he and Annie, along with the Granny Blake, were our Kinsmen Redeemer. They were not the next in line, but they were there. They saved our family for a generational curse of abuse and poverty.

Sadly, mom's childhood story is typical but the end is much different for most victims. There are needs all over the planet. Many of our friends are acting as Kinsmen Redeemers for children without parents. Other are assisting families to care for their children. My challenge to you, is there a child who needs you to be their Boaz, their Kinsmen Redeemer?

Monday, November 2, 2009

Hard Headed Sabbath

Romans 15:4
For everything that was written in the past was written to teach us....


SO WHY did I think it was a good idea to do something other than rest on Sunday? But we needed groceries. I took Lydia to Dollar Tree as a little bonus in our shopping experience. Got home to the mess of lunch aftermath and groceries to be put away. I had missed those couple of precious hours when Blake naps and I enter a near vegetative state reserved for Sundays. God knows I needed that rest.

I had made it a habit of not doing much on Sunday because in doing so, I was making someone else work. The servers and cooks in restraunts, the store employees, even the gas station attendant. But yesterday, this committement was reaffirmed! So next Sunday, I plan to make it my Sabbath. If you need me then, I will be found at home!

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Our Kinsmen Redeemer



Ruth and Boaz are my favorite biblical love story! Have you read it? It is 4 Chapters of love in the book of Ruth in the Old Testament. Her is my version in a nut shell-hopefully just enough to get you reading!

Husband dies. She stays with Mother-in-Love. Return to MIL's homeland. Ruth goes to Boaz's fields. Picks up left over grain. Boaz ask workers to leave grain. Boaz is Ruth's kinsmen redeemer. Lays at his feet. He protect her honor. Learns another to be kinsmen redeemer. Talks to him. Happily ever after!

Here is how this love story plays into my life!


My mom had a less then a perfect home life. My grandmother eventually sent my mom to live with the Blake family (I love family names?) This family took my mom in as their own. They provided for her and shielded her from her painful childhood-or lack of. She moved in as a child and left a woman. Her cousin Ann (which is our Lydia's middle name) became her sister as well as a mother figure. Lucky for me, Ann married Mr. Boaz, Our Boaz, Clyde Boaz. Clyde cared and loved my mother as no man had done before. The men in her life were nothing like him. He was kind, gentle, and always helping someone. Nothing like drunk and angry that mom was used to. Clyde eventually walked my mother down the aisle of the church to be married. His relationship with mom did not stop there. His love continued to her 3 children. He was weekly visit, trips to dance class and Homer's Tastee Freeze on Tuesdays, Sunday shopping for back to school clothes or Easter dresses, maybe that was more Annie but Clyde always supplied the food from the snack bar. He bought my first 10 speed bicycle and Cabbage Patch doll and loved us with all 400 lbs of him. I am certain 390 lbs of it was his heart!

I tear up thinking of the love I have for Annie and Clyde Boaz even more so now that I am an adult and understand what it is like to love a child. The Boazes were never able to have a child, but they had us. Even after Clyde passed away, Annie became a treasured friend. I cherished her understanding, wisdom, and laughs and am so thankful that My Dear got to meet her. Our children would have brought them so much joy!

My mom was pulled from the cycle of poverty and abuse by a Kinsmen Redeemer. She has celebrated 40 years of marriage to my dad and brags to anyone who will listen about her children and grandchildren. So why am I telling you this? Not only was Boaz, Ruth's kinsman redeemer but he and Annie, along with the Granny Blake, were our Kinsmen Redeemer. They were not the next in line, but they were there. They saved our family for a generational curse of abuse and poverty.

Sadly, mom's childhood story is typical but the end is much different for most victims. There are needs all over the planet. Many of our friends are acting as Kinsmen Redeemers for children without parents. Other are assisting families to care for their children. My challenge to you, is there a child who needs you to be their Boaz, their Kinsmen Redeemer?