Sunday, December 27, 2009

Christmas Cards and "More Dezus"


I am less then eager to take the nativities and Christmas tree down this year. I love hearing 2 year old Blake yell, "there Dezus(Jesus)" or "more Dezus" when she sees a nativity. When praying at night she will pray for "More Dezus" as if that is His name, but what a great prayer....praying for more Jesus and less us, in our lives.


My friend read in Home Life magazine last year a cool idea she suggested I share with you. Instead of throwing Christmas cards away or taking them to the recycling center, put the cards in a basket and pull a card out each week to pray for that sender(s.) What a great idea!!


If you sent us a card or put a card on a gift.....we will be praying for you this year! If we don't have enough cards to get through the year, we will repeat so you might get 2 weeks of prayer out of us!


Hey, if you are glad Michele shared this idea-post a shout out to her!


When we draw out a card, we will be praying that the sender knows Jesus as their Lord and Savior and that they grow in Christ cause we all need "more Dezus" in our lives.

Monday, December 21, 2009

A Heart Full

This is my 2nd attempt to record all the things I want my heart to remember about today. I am reminded there is no textbook or degree that can prepare you for parenting.
I am constantly amazed at how I am stretched.

By noon, I had cleaned up 2 potty misses and removed a pair of toddler pants now marked by lipstick. I attempted to explain potty misses as gross which apparently is a fun word to repeat but obviously carries no meaning for the tiny speaker. On a good note, a crinkled nose on a red head saying gross will lower your blood pressure.

After lunch, a dinner glass was knocked off the table and broken. An apology came quickly. The glass was empty and I told the little darling, I did not like that glass anyway. One less glass to wash today!

I commended Middle button for always being remorseful and mentioned that when big brother was little, he would clam up after an accident and refuse to apologize, probably out of fear. Clay hearing the comment responded, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for all of those times I did not say I was sorry." How precious is that!? He then said it was good for 100 times. I told him I probably owed him 1,000.

Today, Lydia was reading and came to the word SIN. She sounded it out and then said, it is such a little word as she starred at it. Such a little word with such HUGE ramifications.

Miss Lydia is sick. She can not hold anything down. I don't know that I have ever felt so helpless sitting by a sick child. I am so thankful I only have experienced this for a virus unlike so many other loving caregivers.

Lydia does not want her little sister to get sick and tries to keep her away from her. I think B. may understand some. Lydia fell asleep on the couch and B. referred to her as a baby. She did look like a little cherub.

B. was whining for "paci." The signal for bedtime. I handed her the pacifier and she said, "Mmmm," as if it were the best thing she had in her mouth all day. Poor thing, the paci will be going at the beginning of the year.

A serviceman came to our house today. He has been here before. Our house is decorated in nativities and he has heard the kids and I schooling. Today, he heard Lydia singing, "Away in a Manger," prior to her getting sick. God reminded me that sometimes, he will send the people directly to me-right in my living room.

Glad My Dear was home tonight. He made tea and as always, he served it to me in my favorite Bybee Pottery mug. Not to mention gave one little person a bath and cared for another in shifts with me. He is my helpmate, especially at this wonderful stage in our lives.

Praying today over, 3 men who have/are losing their jobs. Their families represent 12 children. A family who has been asked to add 6 month old twins to their busy family, 2 little girls who were returned to their mother after a drug test was thrown out of a court case, families facing or dealing with death, breast cancer warriors, and old friends on Facebook who need Jesus and the words from the Holy Spirit to communicate to them.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Warfare and the Potty!


A friend once asked me if I faced Spiritual Warfare on Mondays. Her simple question made me realize that Thursdays were far worse! Wednesday night is AWANA night so on Thursdays, Satan liked to rough me up a bit. I knew they were hard, but had not considered why.


Once I realized, I faced the day differently. I kept my expectations low for the day. I stick my Bible in the bathroom and grab a read at my appointed time (don't knock it, until you try it!) The sad thing is, Spiritual Warfare makes me anxious and bitter. My patience is less and frankly, I, and the family who has to live with me, are NOT fans of Spiritual Battle!


Sunday night, I had the privilege of singing in an adult Christmas Performance. I have always wanted to do one but babies and My Dear's schedule have ruled it out in the past. This year, I went for it! It was work for me but I SO enjoyed it! When I worship, I move and I got to do just that, sing and sway. At one part in the production, I was unable to sing my heart was so filled at the wonder of a baby! At home, I had left My Dear to fend for himself with a rebellious potty trainer, a baby! Babies, I can relate to. A mother's love, I can relate to. It stopped me in my tracks as I worshipped our Savior coming as a baby, just what I had left at home.


As we made our way through the crowd, folks would stop us and tell us how much they enjoyed it and how they worshipped. I went to the nursery to get Tiny and then looked for the others. Almost instantly-warfare was on! So much so, I was exhausted.


This morning, feeling anxious and short tempered, I took the darlings to music class. Our director stopped me to share her heart about the night. My eyes filled with tears as I shared I was under siege. I know it is a refining, I like the outcome, but not the process. A lot like potty training.


I had NEVER thought about the warfare I would face after the production. But God knew. He also knew that music lessons would be the next morning and a hug and a prayer would be waiting. So here I am again, going to grab the Sword of the Spirit to prepare for the next battle. AND I may and may not do so in the bathroom, cause it is a pretty busy place in our home these days!


Saturday, December 12, 2009

Out Prayed By A 5-Year-Old


It happened last night and it happened again tonight!


As I put the girls to bed, Blake (2) is always eager to pray! She prays for the people in our home and many of them more than once because she does not recall who she already prayed for (or maybe they just need it more...huh.) She occasionally will add someone else like a grandparent or a teacher at church or her beloved "Mami" who cares for her during our small group.


I prayed for the children and our children we have not met yet . This includes the spouses of our children and generations to come as well as any other children God adds to our family. I also prayed for the grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and those folks who call us family since we do not live close to any family.


Then Miss Lydia, prays for, "all the mamas and daddies and children that are sick in the whole world."
As if I did not learn from that prayer, tonight she prayed for,
"everybody she knows and everybody she does not know."


Again, I limit God.


But, a 5-year-old understands how big He is!

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Fundraising Update


For any of my "cheerleaders" as I call them checking in on the fundraising for the March mission trip to Vnam.....I am only $1000 away! WOW! I have been amazed, floored, and blessed all over!


When I heard of the trip I knew I was to go. I had 2 ideas of how I was sure God would supply the funds.


1. You may have read before, but it was to sell some property that did not sell once, twice, or 3 times! STRIKE OUT!


2. Maybe it was a part time job in our county. I never got my ducks in a row for that one and have since felt that it was not what I was supposed to do.


So God, I tried it my way, now let's try Yours!


1. It amazes me how He calls and then equips us when we are obedient. It also amazes me that I chose one man to be my husband and got this AMAZING package that came with him called his family!


2. It also amazes me the folks I did not send a letter to but they are financially supporting me. A lady, new to our church, sent me a note that God told her to support me. She is a stay at home mom and her husband did not even know me! Just blows me away!


3. One night we had a knock at our door. A man from church handed My Dear an envelope and told him he needed to drop it off. You guessed it, money. The man told his wife the Holy Spirit told him to do it. The wife did not even know the amount and told me she did not need to.


4. God continually supplies for us. Sometimes it is ripe bananas or a loaf of bread when our neighbor goes to the Senior Center or a farmer's market. It has been a package of soap that Lydia wanted and our coupon clipping friend got paid to buy so she shared with us without even knowing our desires or needs-soap, shampoo, hair gel, lotion, cold medications.


5. My friend Jenny, who cares full time for her terminally ill child handed me 3 cakes one Sunday morning and instructed me to take them to the church and sell them for money for the trip. See what I mean blessed all over!


Amazing to me how God wants to bless us and it is always more then I could have hoped or dreamed for! My plan was to work for it and His plan was to work it out for me. So in my heart I sing a little song I sang with my 3 year old friends at church, "God will meet all your needs. God will meet all your needs. God will meet all your needs. Philippians 4:19!" And I know He will....He always does!

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

A Bed Fit For A King

Last year, I posted several ideas of what our family does to keep Christ the center of Christmas. (Check them out from last December's post.) This was an idea that I had heard about but had never tried. Our older children are 8 and 5 1/2 and they are enjoying creating a bed fit for the newborn King.

We cut yellow pieces of paper into strips to represent hay. Each time a child gets caught doing something kind for someone else, a piece of "straw" is placed in a basket to make a fluffy bed for Baby Jesus. The children have nominated one another and have told me what the other child did for them. I write that deed on a piece of the "straw" and deposit it. We have just started so here is what the bed looks like as of right now.




Clay helped me make my bed today so I put a piece in for him. Lydia complimented Clay's good work at school, so he put a piece in for her. Our hope is that the manger bed will be full of fluffy straw when we lay Baby Jesus on it Christmas Day. The straw is ready, cut and waiting!


We prepare a bed for Him, while He prepares our hearts.