April 18, 2012
This year I find myself constantly drawn into conversations with younger moms who are eager to pick my brain for ideas and wisdom. For a while I thought it was because I am such a brilliant teacher (See Snob Post) but now I realize its because I have survived a decade of homeschooling smiling most of the way and because I have more gray hair. In any case, I am inspired to begin the journey of writing down some of the wisdom I have been blessed to glean from others (the pieces I can remember) as well as my overall homeschooling approach.
I'll be adding a homeschooling tab to the blog and will be adding to it as often as life allows. I hope you know I sit at my computer 16 hours a day waiting to see if anyone reads and comments on my blog, so I hope you will take a moment to comment when you feel led. (Just kidding!)
If you are a home-schooler, I would love to hear from you. What kinds of things would you love for me to share? Do you have any glaring questions? Comments? concerns?
April 16, 2012
And the King will answer and say to them, ‘Assuredly, I say to you, inasmuch as you did it to one of the least of these My brethren, you did it to Me.’
Have you ever seen a Bible verse lived out in full color right before your eyes? It is a sobering and humbling experience to say the least. In a split second, you might glimpse the tenderness of the Lord, His amazing grace, or the frailty of a life held by His hand.
I witnessed something so full of the Lord this past week that it has taken me days to wrap my head around it. My son. Used by the Lord.
We are blessed to live next door to a very "to herself" widow and her brother. About a week ago, she knocked on our door to ask for help. Her brother had fallen and could not get off the floor. I grabbed my shoes and my oldest son and went right over.
It turned out that our poor neighbor had fallen about 14 hours earlier and had spent all night "stuck" on the floor. I guided my son to help the embarrassed man off the floor and to the kitchen table to eat his long overdue meal. Many thank yous later, my son and I were home.
The next day, the man had fallen again and required both my husband and my son's help to get back into bed. We were beginning to worry that he was really going to become injured. He was losing strength very quickly.
Here's where I take a deep breath to share the rest of the story...
My neighbor called me again to ask for help. This time, her brother was stuck after trying to use the restroom. He had spent over 15 hours sitting on the stool and simply could not get up on his own.
It took 3 of us to get him to bed.My neighbor, Me, and my 18 year old son. Honestly, it was mostly my son. He helped our friend stand, get decent, and slowly inch out of the bathroom. My son had to lift him as he walked as the mans sister slowly pulled the walker forward and I followed close behind with a chair. It was only about 15 feet from the stool to the bed, but it took us over an hour. My son calmly and quietly encouraged the elderly man, "You're doing great! Just a few more steps..."
I left that place breathless. Not because the man needed such intimate help, we all do at one point or another. No. I left breathless because my son had poured himself out in a way that was more than beautiful. He didn't flinch when the man was half dressed and soiled. He didn't flinch when he had to bear such an incredible burden of shuttling him to safety. No, he simply did what he needed to do.
I believe I witnessed Matthew 25:40 as my son helped one of the "least of these" and I am confident the Lord was pleased...
April 11, 2012
And shared with me a word,
Of the most awful thing she saw,
A singed and swollen bird.
“A little finch flew in my yard with no feathers on his head.
Its tail was gone, it’s body swollen- I’m sure by now it’s dead.”
Her heart was seen deep in her eyes,
Her soul was deeply hurt,
To see that suffering little bird fly through the ash and dirt.
The fire that had come so close to taking all away,
Had spared her, her home, and her mate to share another day.
Why had she been spared to live when so much burned and perished?
Her spirit answered with relief,
To hug and hold those cherished.
The Lord, our God, He is so good
He alone can heal
The wounds the fire left behind that now those spared must feel.
The dust and ash that cover the ground where homes and families once stood,
Are a constant reminder of His grace and that He is so good.
You see the God that leads my life shared with me here today
That he could have taken my mom and dad, but He spared them so He could say,
“My child you are so dear, I sent my only Son,
That if you will believe in Me the battle will be won.
The ash that surrounds you is left for you to see
How truly blessed your life is, now yield it all to Me.
Yes, I am the Lord your God, I wish to heal your hurts.
I alone can take away the pain left in the ash and dirt.
The fire did not consume you, this was no mistake.
Peace and Joy I have for you-all you must do is Take.
When you look around you and see the ashes still,
Remember that I spared you, so you could do My will.
You are my precious daughter, more dear than that little bird,
He chose to share his pain with you so you could hear My word.
My Son was sent so long ago and nailed upon a tree,
Like the little bird you saw, He chose for you to see.
As the green comes through the ash and the dust springs back to life,
Feel My Grace surround you and sustain you through the strife.
Trials will always be there to point your way to Me
Hold My hand and follow Me through all eternity.