Friday, October 02, 2009

This Week's WORD

He will not let your foot slip -
he who watches over you will not slumber;
indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
Psalm 121:3-4

As I drove home late Thursday night after speaking for a MOPS group, with droopy eyes and a tired mind, I realized I had forgotten to write today's This Week's WORD post. And as I thought about how desperately I just wanted to crawl into bed and go to sleep, I was reminded how very thankful I am that God never gets tired of watching over me - and rolls over to take a nap.
God is never not watching over us.
He always has us in His sight. Always.

May the knowledge of God's constant attention bring you peace today.
See you back here Monday!

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Thursday, October 01, 2009

HE Cares for my Husband's Heart

I love to brag about God. Love to tell about His faithfulness. It simply delights me to share cool God-stories.

And I have one for you today.

As you may know, my husband is a small-business owner. And as you may also know, small-business owners are particularly prone to stress these days.
Brian is no different.
Like everyone else, he is dealing with a failing economy. He has had issues with employees, had his business burglarized this summer, and is having his faith stretched as He tries to trust God in the midst of all of it.
Not to mention he is also a landlord, dealing with some very difficult tenants.
Yeah, that, and he has to come home to ME every day. *grin*

A few months ago I started seeing ads in the bulletin at church about a four-day men's conference coming up in October, and I was so hopeful that Brian would want to attend. I knew it would be a good thing for him to get away and have God refresh his heart. And one Sunday I pointed to the announcement, asking Brian if he had thought about going.
Oh, he had. But the cost was $260, and that's a lot of money. (Good value, but still a lot of money.)
He commented, "I wish I had $260."
The next morning I was thinking about Brian and this conference and began praying. I told God I knew He could provide the money, that it wasn't too much for HIM.
Then I remembered Brian had a stash of money on his dresser. A pile which he's been accumulating from Christmas and birthday gifts. I ran over to his dresser and started counting.

Y'all, that pile of cash totaled $261!

I jumped and smiled and laughed and praised God.
Brian said he wished he had $260. And here it was. With $1 left over for fun. *grin*
I knew at that moment God intended for Brian to go to the conference. And Brian agreed.
So, today Brian is on his way to somewhere in northern Michigan where God is going to refresh his heart. I am jealous as can be absolutely thrilled for him. Praying that God will speak tenderly to my husband, that He will care for my husband's heart, and that Brian will be renewed in his love for the Lord.

I just love it when God works like He has in this circumstance. And I am anticipating great things for Brian.

Thank You, Father!!!

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Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Hope From the Sidelines

When Matthew was first diagnosed with ADHD I was quite overwhelmed.
Overwhelmed, first, with What do I do? and How do we handle this? questions. And overwhelmed, second, with the amazing outpouring of support I received from people who have dealt with ADHD kids - people who seemed to just show up from nowhere. It was incredible!
One of those supporters told me about Michael Phelps. He's an ADHD guy, and seemed to have found his "thing" in swimming. Found a place to exercise his focus and got himself a few nice shiny medallions and some world records to boot. I read an article about him with great encouragement. The article said when he was a youngster at the pool, he was usually the one sitting on the sidelines because of his raucous behavior.
I read and marveled at the reality that this kid was able to overcome his challenge, was able to find his niche and really make a difference.
We'll not mention the trouble he's gotten into since his rise to fame. I just wish someone had prepared him to handle it all with grace and dignity...

Anyhoo, the other night I was sitting in the van while Matthew was at soccer practice. I looked up to see the coach walking him to the sidelines and heard him say Matthew needed to take a five-minute time out. Prior to that exchange I had witnessed my son running when he shouldn't, and throwing the ball where he wasn't supposed to. I thought, Yes, a time out is entirely appropriate right now. And I was thankful for the coach's patience.
As I sat there looking at Matthew sitting on the sidelines, I recalled that article about Michael Phelps. I remembered the part which talked about him sitting on the side of the pool, because of his out-of-control behavior in the pool. And I wondered for just a moment, Will Matthew be part of a gold-medal-winning Olympic Soccer Team some day???

A Mom can hope! *grin*

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Tuesday, September 29, 2009

What's on Your Mind '09?

It's time for another edition of What's on Your Mind '09?. Many thanks to Shane for planning this weekly activity!
According to Shane, the last Tuesday of the month is going to be set aside for our own photographs and creative writing.
This one had me stumped for a while. I am not much of a photographer. In fact, for some time I was on a bit of a picture-taking strike. I was soooo far behind on my scrapbooking that I simply stopped taking photographs.

Yes, I can go a little overboard when I get overwhelmed. Surprising. I know!

But, alas, I found a picture from days gone by to share with you today!
This picture was taken seven and a half years ago. We thought it would be cute to get a picture of the kids praying, had it all posed and ready to go, and at the last minute Matthew peeked.
Personally, I think his gesture makes the picture more precious. *grin*
Ahhh, how I long for my children to grow up with a passion for prayer. It is my prayer that my children will know deep in their hearts that God hears us when we pray, that He is powerful to act, and that He wants us to come to Him with our praise, our thanksgiving, our confession, our needs. Our everything.
Yes, Lord, please give my children spirits which long to commune with You always!

And as I am writing about prayer today - as I am sharing what's on my mind - I also want to bring one of my prayer needs to you. I have a small group of women who have been supporting me in prayer for several years. Each month I send an email to them with my speaking engagements for that month and specific prayer requests for my speaking and writing. And as God leads them, these women pray for me and the women to whom I speak.
Would you be willing to be on this prayer team, too? I cannot do anything apart from the power of God and it is my earnest desire to be covered in prayer every time I go out in His Name. If you want to join me in this venture, please email me (Karen@IrritableMother.com) and I will add you to my team.
Thank you, thank you!

May the joy of the Lord fill your soul today.

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Monday, September 28, 2009

Friday, September 25, 2009

This Week's WORD

Folly is bound up in the heart of a child,
but the rod of discipline will drive it far from him.

Proverbs 22:15

I am loving my time in Proverbs, and so appreciate the wisdom in this verse. Children are childish and folly is bound up in them. But as we discipline them and teach them what is right, folly will be driven away.
Father in heaven, please help us to remember that our children are children. Give us the grace we need to put up with their folly.
And fill us with wisdom and understanding as we seek to raise these little ones to become men and women who reflect You and have not a trace of folly left in their hearts.


Have a wonderful weekend. See you back here Monday!

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Thursday, September 24, 2009

How Did I Get So Good???

It is not uncommon around here at bedtime for me to have to remind Matthew many times to stay on task.

Who am I kidding? That happens all the time - not just bedtime!

I have become accustomed to the sounds of him not staying on task. It usually sounds like gun-fire with a bit of spittle for special effects. And I call from whatever room I'm in, "Matthew, put the gun away and get your pajamas on."

Well, the other night I was walking past the bathroom - where Matthew was supposed to be brushing his teeth - and everything was strangely quiet. The door was cracked open ever so slightly, and provided me with just enough space to see that my little man was spending his time combing his hair in various directions.
I cleared my throat and said, "Matthew, stop messing around and brush your teeth."
There was no change in his actions.
So I said, "Matthew, put the comb down and start brushing your teeth."
And he responded, "Wow, Mom! How did you get so good?"
I don't think he realized the door was cracked open.
And I'll never tell. I'll just let him think I'm that good!

Karen

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Wait and See

The first time I heard this song, I cried. I had just been in the midst of major frustration with my son. I wondered if he was going to "turn out" OK. I was tired of the struggle, and quite ready to quit.
Then I heard these lyrics and it was as if a boost of hope shot through my veins. God reminded me that He is at work, and I need to wait and see.
Since my first exposure to this song, it has played again at the most wonderful times. Always to encourage me with my boys. And now when I hear it I thank God for everything He knows regarding my children which I do not. I remember, I cannot expect them to be perfect. Lord, You aren't finished yet!


And the winners from my birthday giveaway are Ronel, Shane, and Shawna. Thanks - everyone - for the kind words and Happy Birthday wishes. I truly had a great day!

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Tuesday, September 22, 2009

A Birthday for Me, A Gift for You!

Happy Birthday to me!
As promised, I am going to give away a few books because I want to clean off my nightstand have you share in my special day, too!
Seriously, I have three books to give away today that I have thoroughly enjoyed reading and am sure you will love, too.
They are:
*Bookends, by Liz Curtiss Higgs
*One Tuesday Morning and Beyond Tuesday Morning (two in one!), by Karen Kingsbury
*Redemption, by Karen Kingsbury

Each of these books was given to me by someone special. Yes, I am totally re-gifting. But, hey! It's my party, I'll re-gift if I want to, re-gift if I want to!

This one was a Christmas present from my mother-in-law. (Who happens to be the best m-i-l this side of the Mississippi.) I almost completely ignored my family for a day or two, because I just couldn't put the book down!




This one (It really is one book, but I couldn't find the "one book" image...) was gift from a friend I've known since junior high. No particuar reason for the gift. She was just being nice. *grin* Found it hard to put this one down, too. And I just heard there's a third book in this series. Hmmm...



And this one came from a MOPS mom at my church. I was the MOPPETS worker in her son's class and established a sweet relationship with him over the year. She brought me this book as a Thank You gift. Another great read!
Now they've gone and moved to Texas and I don't get to see my little buddy anymore. *sniff*

OK. Have I sufficiently made these books sound special?
If you would like to win one of them just leave me a comment telling me so. Wishing me a happy birthday and telling me you love me will, in no way, increase your odds of winning. But it will make me smile. *grin*
I'm going to close comments and draw the winner right around 10 o'clock tonight. Make sure you either leave your email address or have it attached to your profile so I can contact you if I draw your name.

Now, go and have a wonderful day.

Much love,

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Monday, September 21, 2009

Surviving the Night



I hope you'll check back tomorrow to help me celebrate my birthday. *grin*
I'll be giving away a few books. I plan to do the drawing before I go to bed at 10:00 EST (Yes, that's early, but I'm getting old, you know! LOL) So don't be late!

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Friday, September 18, 2009

This Week's WORD

Listen, my son, to your father's instruction
and do not forsake your mother's teaching.
They will be a garland to grace your head
and a chain to adorn your neck...

My son, do not forget my teaching,
but keep my commands in your heart,
for they will prolong your life many years
and bring you prosperity.

Proverbs 1:8-9 and 3:1-2

I have made it to Proverbs in my read-thru-the-Bible program, and God is truly impressing me with a desire to see my children grow in wisdom.
Oh, how I wish now that I would have listened to my parents' instruction when I was a child.
Oh, how I long for my children to have receptive hearts!

Father of mercy, Source of wisdom, Ruler of our hearts please hear my prayer. Lord, we are unable to change our children's hearts. We are unable to force them to listen and receive instruction. We are in desperate need of Your grace.
Please work in the hearts of our children. Please put in them a desire to be wise, to listen to instruction and accept our teaching. Lord, please work through us - Your children - as we seek to raise our children in Your ways.

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Thursday, September 17, 2009

Good Mom, Bad Mom

Surely you've heard of the Good Cop, Bad Cop phenomenon, right?
The former takes a sympathetic, supportive stance toward his subject, convincing the subject that the cop cares and can be trusted.
The latter takes a hard-hitting, no excuses stance toward the subject and shows no signs of grace or mercy.
Somehow the two work together to bring about a desired end. The truth.

Did you know there is also a Good Mom, Bad Mom phenomenon?

I didn't, either.

Actually, I just made it up. Er, I just noticed it.

Sometimes I'm the Good Mom.
I take Joshua fishing. I allow him to keep the snakes he brought home. And the bugs. I let him go to 7-Eleven to get a Slurpee with his friends. And he likes it when I do these things. He tells me he knows I love him because I let him keep the bugs.
And I feel good. Feel like I'm getting this mothering thing "right."
I mean, look at my kid. He's smiling!

But sometimes I'm the Bad Mom.
I tell Joshua to turn off the computer and unload the dishwasher. I look at his room - which he says he cleaned up - and make him come back to do more. Including making the bed. I require him to respond obediently right away, and suffer the consequences if he doesn't. He gets mad. Says I'm not doing a good job of being a mom because he isn't learning anything from my dumb rules.
And I feel like a failure. Feel like I'll never get this mothering thing "right."
I mean, look at my kid. He's crying!

I'm tempted to only play the part of Good Mom. If I am only "nice" all the time, and only do the things that please my children, and only require of them what they want to give, won't they grow up to be the happiest of people and think they had the best mom in the whole world? Why, we would likely avoid all conflicts and my children would never be sad. Wouldn't that be wonderful???

But then I come across things like this and I am reminded of the importance of intentionally shaping my children. Playing Good Mom 24/7 would not make me a "good mom." I cannot let them live in their egocentric worlds and have them believe the world revolves around their desires.
No.
If I am going to be a "good mom," I must find that balance between Good Mom and Bad Mom. I must love my children tenderly, and discipline them with graceful strength. Oh, so easy to write. So much harder to execute.

If only there were someone who could give me a script, a play-by-play description of every day. Then I could get it right. I could know exactly what to expect and how to respond. Dare I say? I could be perfect!
But, alas, there is no script. I must rely completely upon God for the grace to find a balance between Good Mom and Bad Mom. So here I am, on my knees, trusting my Father to make me a good mother. Believing He will work Good Mom and Bad Mom together to bring about the desired end - children who become godly adults.

How are you doing today? Feeling more like Good Mom, or Bad Mom?
We're going to make it. By God's grace, we're going to make it!

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Wednesday, September 16, 2009

If You Give a Mom a Container

If you give a mom a container, well, in some homes she might put left-overs in it.
In some homes she might collect paper clips and safety pins.
In other homes she may store coupons.

But in this home...
I was on my way out the door to get Matthew from school when Joshua ran up to me saying, "Mom, if I give you this container, will you catch grasshoppers for my snakes?"
Those of you who know me well won't be surprised. But those of you who are fairly new around here may not realize I have been known to allow my children to keep some, uh, atypical pets. Joshua has had various bugs, including a walking stick, several butterflies, large dragon flies, beetles, and some very cool praying mantids. (Mantiis? I have no idea what the plural is!!!)
Elizabeth has rats. (From the pet store, of course.)
Joshua's latest critters are snakes. He has two of them, in separate cages. One is a Red-belly Snake named Tawny, and the other is a Garter Snake, nameless.
The snakes like to eat grasshoppers. And since there are lots of grasshoppers along the path we walk to go to school, Joshua was hoping I would muster up some dinner for his new friends. (I became quite skilled at such hunts when he had the praying mantis.)
And I, wanting to be a cool mom, told him I would.
The first one was an easy catch. A nice big "juicy" one. Oh, I was so proud of myself. But as I continued along the sidewalk, although I saw many grasshoppers, I couldn't catch them. And I remembered Joshua saying something about them being fast this year.
He wasn't kidding.
Those little buggers were quick!
By the time I made it to school, I still only had that one big juicy guy. Was hoping he'd be enough for Mr. Snake.
Because even with Matthew's help on the way home, I just wasn't catching more. Until...when I was almost at the end of the sidewalk...I saw one and went after it.
But it jumped into the weeds.
So I followed.
And it jumped again.
But I kept after it.
Yes, the crazy lady you saw crouching in the weeds along Jolly Road? That was me!
And I prevailed. I caught that rascally grasshopper!
*Hmph!*

So there you have it.
If you give a mom a container, she'll fill it with grasshoppers for your snakes.

At least she'll try.

Karen

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

What's on Your Mind '09?

What's on Your Mind '09?, Shane's brain child, is back in session! Actually, it's been up and running since the beginning of the month. I'm just a little slow.
*sheepish grin*

But this week, I'm joining in.

Over the past two weeks, Shane has been encouraging bloggers to consider our reason for writing as well as who it is that reads our blogs. And this week she is challenging us to find a Bible verse which ties the two (our reason, and our readers) together.
And I?
Think I've found it!

All praise to the God and Father of our Master, Jesus the Messiah! Father of all mercy! God of all healing counsel! He comes alongside us when we go through hard times, and before you know it, he brings us alongside someone else who is going through hard times so that we can be there for that person just as God was there for us.
2 Corinthians 1:3-4 The Message
That's really what it's all about here at Surviving Motherhood. I am an imperfect woman, loved by a perfect God. I have faced hard times. I have struggled.
I still do.
But I have been comforted by God so tenderly. He has given me hope beyond anything I could imagine. Now He brings friends to this blog who need comfort, too.
Friends who have searched the internet with terms like burnt out mom, failure mom, encouragement for moms,and can't handle motherhood.
And because God has come alongside me and comforted me through my hard times, I am able to come alongside others with that comfort, too.
Yes.
That's what it's all about here.
I will not pretend to know the answers. I can't tell you how to be a perfect mother. If you're looking for tips on running a perfect house, you won't find them here.
But I have been comforted in my hard times, and if you're looking for encouragement from one who has been there - er, who is there! - you've come to the right place.

Father in heaven, thank You for the comfort You have given me, for the new mercies You give me every day. Please use this blog as a vehicle of your grace and mercy. Please speak through me as I type, and bring comfort to every person who comes by this little slice of the internet.
I'm asking it in Jesus' Name. Because His name is power, and comfort, and holy, and wonderful!
Amen and amen.

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I sort of tied in next week's What's on Your Mind '09? topic, too. Because I won't be participating.
Because next Tuesday *might* be my birthday.
And I *might* be doing a little giveaway.
Maybe.
I mean, you'll have to come back to find out. *grin*

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Monday, September 14, 2009

What Would Jesus Say?


After I recorded this video, I had an email exchange with a friend and found myself writing out things I wished I'd included in this presentation. Rather than re-recording (Since there are now children in my house, and it's noisy!) I am going to copy the questions for you here.

*What do you think God would say to you about how He might want to use your situation to minister to others?
*How might He remind you about the ways He protected you through your circumstance?
*What would God say to you about how you can trust Him with your present and future, based upon how He carried you in the past?
*How might He love you through this struggle?
Praying you’ll have time to consider these questions today, and that you’ll allow God to speak to your heart.

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Friday, September 11, 2009

This Week's WORD

His father had never interfered with him by asking, "Why do you behave as you do?"
1 Kings 1:6a

And Adonijah, in his pride, gathered together his friends and horsemen - with the intent of taking over his father's throne. Wondering how his life would have been different if King David had "interfered" now and then.

Lord, please help me to interfere with grace in my children's lives.

May the grace of the LORD carry you this weekend. See you back here Monday!

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Thursday, September 10, 2009

A New Beginning

My grandma is all moved in to her new home!
It's amazing to me when I consider that just five weeks ago we were making plans for her to move to Hospice. And here she is, moved out of re-hab and into a new apartment. She has worked so hard, and God has been so faithful. Wednesday morning she told me, "It's like I'm getting a new beginning. A new chance at life."
Though I am sorry for the fall she took, the pain she has endured, and the struggles she will continue to face, I can honestly say some of the best times I have had with my grandmother have been the times I have spent with her over the past month. We have talked together, cried together, and prayed together. God has strengthened the bond between us, and I am so thankful.
He does that, you know. Takes the hard times and makes something wonderful come from them. I love Him so!

Doesn't my grandmother look great??? She's going to be 92 years old next week. Hey, if you'd like to help her celebrate, email me. (karen(at)irritablemother(dot)com) I'll give you my address and you can send her a card. I'll take them all over to her on the 16th.

Hope you have a wonderful day. See you back here tomorrow for This Week's WORD!

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Wednesday, September 09, 2009

HE Doesn't Need Options

Have you ever talked with children about prayer? When we do lessons about prayer in Sunday school, we tell the children that when we pray God will always answer us. Always.
Sometimes He says, Yes.
Sometimes He says, No.
And sometimes He says, Wait.
It's a straight-forward lesson, and the kids seem to get it. The answer will be yes, or no, or wait.

Well, I have recently been praying about something and had become quite frustrated because I didn't think God was answering me. And I didn't get it! I was loving toward Him. I was sincere. I didn't think I was being selfish. All I asked of Him is that He would either confirm or deny the concern in my heart.
But He did neither.
And one evening I expressed my frustration about the situation to Brian. I said, "I just want an answer!!!" Brian looked at me lovingly and said, "Maybe He's saying, Wait."
I sat with that thought for a few seconds and replied, "But I didn't give Him that option. I asked for a confirmation or a denial!"
That's when it hit me. HE doesn't need options. God does not need me to suggest which answer is the best one to give me. HE, alone, knows what is best.
Oh, sometimes I challenge God regarding what He knows is best. Sometimes I forget who I am, and I think I know better than Him. But He is so patient. He waits for me to willingly wait. And in His perfect time (which might not take as long if I would just "get it" a little sooner!) He gives me the Yes, or the No.

How are you doing today? Are you waiting, too? Or fighting the wait? Are you wanting to give God options regarding how He can answer your prayers?
May He cover you with peace, as you trust that His answer is perfect.

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Tuesday, September 08, 2009

Sweetening the Deal

I have been spending a lot of time over the past several weeks visiting with my grandmother at re-hab. (She's doing wonderfully, by the way. Moving to an assisted living facility on Wednesday!) And somehow we found ourselves talking about the benefits of eating fish. (ACK!!! I have always hated fish.)
My husband has a significant family history of heart disease and has often hinted that he would like it if I prepared fish for dinner. *GAG!* I tried tilapia a couple of times, but got the gag-reflex from the kids (and I wasn't very fond of it, either) so I had given up on that. But in my discussion with Grandma, I became convinced that I should give salmon a try.

So, last Saturday I took a deep breath and prepared salmon for dinner.

And...

I didn't think it was too bad. Yeah, I wasn't crazy about it, but I wasn't gagging over it either.
But my poor daughter. She ate, but she didn't like it. I reminded her that sometimes we eat because of the nutritional value, not the taste. And I tried to be a cheerleader for her in making healthy choices. Not sure she was buying into my enthusiasm.
All in all, I was feeling good about the dinner. Especially when Brian said something about having a happy heart - all those great Omega 3s, you know! And I decided I would begin preparing salmon for dinner once a month.
Then I approached Elizabeth and told her my intentions. I asked if she thought she could handle eating salmon once a month. And my Never-can-get-enough-sweets-teenager looked at me and asked, "Can we have cake, too?" So I agreed. In order to get my daughter to eat salmon once a month without fussing, on the nights I prepare fish I will also make dessert.
Yep. Sweetening the deal. Wondering if I can come up with a yummy, not-totally-bad-for-you dessert, so as to not completely negate the benefits of the salmon. Hoping we'll all have happy hearts!

And if you have any great salmon recipes, I'm open to suggestions! *grin*

Karen

Monday, September 07, 2009

Friday, September 04, 2009

This Week's Word

OK, this week's word is coming from a book, not the Bible. But God used it to speak to me just the same. I hope He inspires you with it, too.

Help me, Lord, to live with
My heart so close to you
That my words and my actions
Seem more and more
Like words you would say
And things you would do.

from Come Along, by Jane Rubietta

May the peace of Christ rest upon you today.
See you back here Monday!

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Thursday, September 03, 2009

The Faraway Heart?

I hope this week God has been speaking to your heart - leading you in ways of examination and encouraging you with the notion that He can change your heart.
Today I want to share one more way that God was speaking to me about my heart last week.
It was on Saturday, when I spent the day alone with Him. I took a book along with me - Come Along, by Jane Rubietta - and chose to read chapter 9, Come Along to the Plains: Illuminations on a Clean Heart. Since my heart seemed to have been His focus for the previous several days, I figured that would be a good chapter. Had no idea how intimately He would speak!
At the end of each chapter Jane has a wonderful set of exercises and questions to help the reader come along to draw near to Jesus, and it was in going through those questions that God swooped in and spoke to me.
I was led to consider what Jane called the "faraway heart." And I wrote this in my journal:

At what point, Jesus, would You say of me, "You honor me with your lips, but your heart is far away from Me"?
Is it when I say I want all the glory from my speaking and writing to go to You???
Oh, Lord! I do want the glory to be Yours. But I confess that my "self" likes to know that I've been used. And as much as I know the work is Yours, and I am simply the instrument, Father - that much and more, I struggle with the sin of pride. I think - somehow - that I have done a good work. But I have not. Anything good that comes from me comes from You - first!
Father, I do want the glory to go to You. I do!
But I struggle with pride.
I do.
I don't want my heart to be far away, Lord. I need Your help. I need Your strength to fight this flesh. I need to be covered by Your grace.
Forgive me, Lord, for my pride. Forgive me for thinking I am something. I am not. Lord, You are everything.
You are my everything.
Let my lips praise You and my heart be near to You.
Father, please do for me what I cannot do for myself.
Lord, Jesus, change my heart, O God!

What a wonderful time of heart-cleansing that was Saturday.
My first reaction to the notion that I might have a faraway heart was, No way! I love God. My heart is not far from Him!
But He pressed on me to ask that question: At what point, Jesus, would You say of me, "You honor me with your lips, but your heart is far away from Me"? And when you ask God to reveal uncleanness of your heart - believe me - He'll do it.
So my invitation for you today? Will you create some space for yourself and God, and will you ask Him that question, too? Then listen. Let Him probe and reveal, and be prepared to be drawn closer to the heart of God as He cleanses yours.

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Wednesday, September 02, 2009

It Always Comes Back to ME!!

Does the title of today's post cause you to worry that I have forgotten my humble position from yesterday, and am now lost in a world of self-absorption?
Fear not, my friends. All is well.

But I do believe it always comes back to me.

Let me explain.

I think I have mentioned here before that I have a list of 31 Biblical virtues which I use to pray for my children. It has been in those moments when I am praying for my children that I have discovered, it always comes back to me. Yeah, there was the time I was praying that they may learn to be merciful. And self-control is another good one. But most recently, it was the day I was praying that they may develop servants' hearts.
God, please help my children develop servants' hearts, that they may serve wholeheartedly as if they were serving the Lord, not men.
As I prayed, in my mind I was imagining my children serving one another with joy. I was picturing them helping me around the house - with smiles on their faces, as they considered the fact that by helping me they're serving Jesus. I thought, How wonderful it would be, Lord, for my children to truly live and move as though they are serving YOU.

And that's when the Lord brought it back to me.

He reminded me of the day - not too long ago - when I started rattling off to my children all the things I do for them, because I was so frustrated with their lack of desire to help me out. I do an awful lot for these kids and I thought they should take note of my labors and put forth a little more effort to give back. But God reminded me that when I toil for my children, I am serving Him.

I know this! Why is it so difficult to keep that thought in my head???

And it occurred to me...
*If I were to work for my children with joy, rather than grumble when they ask for one more thing,
*if I were to cheerfully respond to their requests for help, rather than make a mental list of all the ways they "owe me,"
*if I were to serve them as though I was serving Jesus, rather than as if I was serving man,
*If I were to model a servants' heart for them!
...perhaps they would learn to respond in kind.
Yes. If I would just be a model for them.

See? It always comes back to me!

Change my heart, O, God!

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Tuesday, September 01, 2009

Amazing Love: Perfect HIM, Imperfect Me

Do you know Jessica? One of her recent posts really got me thinking. Well, the Truth of the matter is, God - who is perfect in all His ways and whose timing is always impeccable - coordinated my reading of Jessica's post with a day in which my flawed heart would be brought to center stage.
I started off the day with an awareness of the wonder that a perfect God would desire a relationship with imperfect me. It was a pleasant thought, and I enjoyed thinking it.
But as the day wore on - as I took my children shopping for new shoes and school supplies, as the boys misbehaved and grabbed things off the shelves, as they yelled through the store, and each one found things about which to complain and argue, I began feeling very ugly. I am not bragging when I say that I was able to maintain control enough to not yell at the kids in the store, or to speak harshly to them. It's the grace of God, alone, which gave me that victory.
In spite of my outward composure, however, I knew my heart. And it was a mess!
Why? I was asking myself, Why do I get so upset about their behavior? Why does the chaos bother me so much? Why do I get such angry feelings toward these children - because I'm expecting them to act like mature adults rather than immature children?
And as we drove from one store to another, and the tears were welling up in my eyes, I redirected my thoughts to God. Why, God? Why do You love me? I am such a wretch! Lord, I don't want to be like this. I don't want to be like me anymore! Why can't I have a sweet, calm spirit like all the perfect moms I imagine in my head? Lord, will You just reach in and change this heart of mine? Today? Right now? PLEASE???
And in that moment, as I was undeniably aware of my miserable heart, God reminded me of the Truth He'd spoken to me as I read Jessica's blog earlier that morning.
The LORD of the universe, the Almighty God - who is holy and perfect in all His ways - has an immeasurable love for me.

Me!

Imperfect, flawed, pitiful, wretched, messy me.

I will not pretend to understand the reason why. I cannot even begin to fathom the heart of my Father. But I am confident of this: I am an imperfect mess of a woman, yet I have a perfect God who loves me.

Are you messy, too? Feeling unworthy of His love? I pray God will use this experience of mine to speak His amazing love to you today, and to pour His grace all over your imperfect heart.
Rejoice with me, friend. We are so loved!!!

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Monday, August 31, 2009

Change My Heart, O God



BTW, I had a great time Saturday. Will talk about it a bit in Thursday's post.


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Friday, August 28, 2009

This Week's WORD

Hear, O LORD, and answer me,
for I am poor and needy.
Psalm 86:1

Do I hear an Amen!, sisters???

I think at one time or another I have claimed almost every Psalm to be my favorite. And this week? It's Psalm 86. Filled with my need, and God's goodness and faithfulness, this psalm completely spoke to my heart. Go ahead and click on the link so you can read it, and let Him pour His love out on you, too.

May the love of our great Savior and King carry you through this weekend. See you back here Monday!

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Thursday, August 27, 2009

The WAIT is Almost Over

Do you remember my struggle this summer with wanting so desperately to have time alone? I was certain I needed to get away for a couple of days to preserve my sanity and soul, but the opportunities kept slipping away. Until I finally concluded that it just wasn't going to happen.
And I was convinced God was OK with me not getting away. I was trusting that, even though I couldn't see it, He had a good reason for holding out on me, er, driving me to the edge of insanity, er, ignoring me, er, allowing me to wait. Yeah, that's it!
And do you remember what I learned about waiting? Waiting often makes the answer sweeter. Much sweeter.

Well, friends, my wait is almost over!

Honestly, I had accepted the conclusion that I was not going to have an opportunity to get away by myself this summer. Wasn't all too happy about it, but I was earnestly seeking to trust God and believe He has my best in mind.
Then, last week my husband told me it would be OK with him if I didn't attend his friend's wedding - that he would find a friend to take along. Brian said he knows I would much rather see a concert of my favorite Christian recording artist, and encouraged me to go. Brian was releasing me from an obligation, and I felt like he'd just given me the most wonderful gift!
Hmmmm, my birthday is next month. Wonder if this is an early present.
I'll take it!

So, Saturday morning I am making a trip to west Michigan and I am going to spend the day alone - just me and my Jesus! I might walk along the beach. I might sit for hours beneath a tree. I might splash around in the water. It doesn't really matter, because it's just going to be me and Jesus, and no one else has any need to know where I am or what I'm doing.
And in the evening I am going to delight in His presence some more, while I enjoy listening to Kathy Troccoli in concert.
I feel like I have waited so long for this "vacation," and I know it is going to be very sweet.

Father, thank You. Thank You for working out this plan so that I can get away to be alone with You for an entire day.
Forgive me for the tears I have cried because I didn't get this day according to my own timing. Forgive me for doubting Your goodness because You didn't give me what I wanted, when I wanted it. And thank You for Your patience with me - for loving me through the tears.
Lord, I am so looking forward to Saturday! I am so looking forward to being with You, without distractions. Oh! I can't wait!!!
Well, yes, I can. Because I have. And You have been with me all through the WAIT - loving me faithfully, caring for me perfectly, teaching me patiently.
Thank You, God. I love you so much!


If you're in a waiting pattern right now, please receive this encouragement to keep clinging to God. He does have your best in mind. I believe it!

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Wednesday, August 26, 2009

But I Don't Want to Wish These Days Away!

OK. Yesterday I wrote about a great experience I had with my son over the weekend and now I am writing about my feelings of despair from that same evening.
We're up.
We're down.
Welcome to my world!

It was time for bed, the kids were showered, and we were gathering for family prayer.
At this point, I had already become frustrated with Matthew's inability to stay focused and he had lost use of all electronics for the next two days. (Usually, the thought of not having computer time is enough to motivate him to stay on task. Not so Saturday night.) While I was hopeful that we could have a peaceful, meaningful time as a family with the Lord before heading to bed, it was not to be so.
The boys were fidgety and could seem only to focus on one another. I started off simply giving them "the eye," and when that didn't work I reminded them verbally about the behavior I expect from them during family prayer.
I am sure my tone of voice was less than loving, and I know the fact that I was quite tired myself didn't help matters. At all.
And when the boys continued in their rambunctiousness, I simply looked at my husband, sighed, and said, "One day. Right? One day."
Meaning, "One day I'm going to miss this, right?" I mean, that's what everyone says who has grown children. One day I'm going to miss the noise. And for a brief moment I thought, Ah, that day can't come soon enough!

But then I remembered, I don't want to wish these days away!

Have you been there, too? Perhaps you're there right now - caught somewhere between, Lord, grow them up. Quickly! and Oh! Let them stay my babies forever!
It's a hard balancing act, this mothering thing is. Don't know how I would survive it without the grace and mercy of God.
Check that. I know I wouldn't be able to survive it without the grace and mercy of God. Let's go to Him together right now.

Father in heaven, thank You. Thank You for your grace and mercy, which You give so freely. Your grace and mercy which none of us deserves, yet You lavish it upon us. And yes, Lord, I thank You for my children. Indeed, they are gifts from You - and when they're being quiet and I am not tired, it's easy for me to remember that. Please help me to remember it, also, in the midst of the noise.
Lord, we are in constant need of Your grace and mercy. And I am asking You now - for myself, and for each of my friends here - for patience and abounding love for our children. Help us to treasure the moments we have with them now, that we may not wish these days away. When the moments are feeling like too much for us, Father, flood us with peace and be our Strength.
We need You, and we are so thankful for Your faithfulness toward us.
Amen and amen!

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Tuesday, August 25, 2009

The Wonderful "Bad" Fishing Day

"This is a bad fishing day. It's cold, and I haven't caught anything. But I'm so glad you brought me!"
These were the words my son uttered to me last weekend as we sat next to one another on the fishing dock at Lake Lansing.
It was windy, and it was cold. I was wearing jeans and a sweater, and still I thought I should've had a jacket, too! To be honest, I was on the verge of miserable as the wind whipped past my ears, and I glanced at my watch wondering if it "was time" to leave yet.

And the fishing?
Was pitiful.
Just a few days prior to this one, I had also taken Joshua fishing and he caught a huge bass. Seriously. I could have put my whole fist in the mouth of that fish. ("Could have" would be the operative words in that sentence. I didn't really do it!)
On that day, it was like the bass was playing games with Joshua - showing up to nibble and then darting away, until he finally hooked the big guy. And I, by the way, landed it. (That means I scooped it up with the net. New fishing term Joshua taught me, and now I feel cool using it. *grin*)
Indeed, that day the fishing was fun! But this weekend, you might have thought there were no fish in the lake at all. The only nibble Joshua got was from a duck who was being too nosy.
I was afraid my tends-to-focus-on-the-negative-side-of-things son was going to be sorely disappointed with the trip, and would bring home a bad attitude rather than a good fishing story.
I was afraid his sour attitude would poison the rest of the family.
I was afraid I would regret taking him fishing.

I was afraid, because we've been through that scene so many times before.

But Joshua surprised me.
He acknowledged the negative part of the day, but he said he was so glad I brought him! This boy - the one who I thought never listens to me when I try to show him how to look for the bright side of things - saw a positive in spite of the negative.
I wasn't expecting that.
All of a sudden I was infused with hope. In that instant I thought maybe, just maybe, perseverance was beginning to pay off. I wondered at the possibility that my son may be listening after all.
And all of a sudden, that bad fishing day became wonderful in my book.

Hopeful mom here, encouraging you to watch for your children to surprise you today!

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Friday, August 21, 2009

This Week's WORD

We wait in hope for the LORD;
he is our help and our shield.
In him our hearts rejoice,
for we trust in his holy name.
May your unfailing love rest upon us, O LORD,
even as we put our hope in you.
Psalm 33:20-22

I don't know about you, but I am concerned for the future of our nation. I try not to get caught up in despair and worry, but sometimes that's hard. So when God led me to Psalm 33 this week, it felt like a kiss from the King. It was a reminder that He is in control and I need not fear.
I read the entire psalm a couple times and just spent time praying for our nation. And I am inviting you to do the same!

May the Lord fill you with hope this weekend. See you back here Monday for the final Golf Lesson For Life!

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Thursday, August 20, 2009

Golf Lessons For Life, Part 3 - It's Good to Finish Before You're Ready to Quit

In case you want to catch up:
Part 1
Part 2

Before Brian and I went to the golf course - when I made my initial agreement to play with him - I said I would play nine holes.
Not eighteen.
Not twelve.
Not even nine and a half.
Nine holes. Period.

And honestly? I was just hoping I'd make it through nine without getting so frustrated that I wouldn't ever want to play again.
But Brian did such a great job encouraging me; he was so good at making me laugh and feel comfortable just being me; I had such an enjoyable time with him on the golf course that when we got to the end of the ninth hole I didn't even feel ready to quit.
I was perfectly willing to go into the clubhouse and sign up for another nine holes.
And that is why I thought it was the right time to finish playing golf for the day.
Because I didn't want to quit.

Oh, I know in "real life" we don't always have the luxury of finishing before we're ready to quit. Because there are many moments when I'm ready to tender my resignation from motherhood - and I am NOT finished with this job yet!
But that experience on the golf course led me to consider the value of pacing myself.
Maybe the WHOLE house doesn't get cleaned in one day. (Yeah. Like that would ever happen!)
Maybe I don't get ALL the ironing and mending done in one afternoon.
Maybe I only weed half the garden today.
Perhaps I only play nine holes. But when I finish before I'm ready to quit, I find I am much more willing to go out and play another nine later.

BTW, the reason I KNOW this is true is because Brian and I played nine holes in the morning, and went back that night to play the other nine. Maybe someday I'll work up to eighteen holes at a time, but for now - I'm sticking with nine!

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Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Golf Lessons For Life, Part 2 - It's OK To Let Others Play Through

If you missed yesterday's post, you may click here to catch up.

My husband and I made it to the golf course pretty early in the morning. This was only my second time out in 22 years, and I was a bit nervous.
Not nervous because I felt the need to impress my husband, but nervous because there was a two-some behind us. They were a couple of men who were obviously better golfers than I am, and I felt pressure to hurry so as not to make them wait on me. OK, they never were actually waiting for me to finish a hole, but they were always right behind me and I was getting anxious.

My husband, smart man that he is, realized:
me + anxiety + a golf course = BAD NEWS

Brian knew removing anxiety from the equation would greatly increase the probability of me having a good time, and thereby agreeing to golf with him again. So he looked at me graciously and said, "Do you want to ask them to play through?"

At first I wanted to say NO. Inviting the men to play through would mean admitting that I am not a good golfer, that my playing might slow them down. Having them play through would require me to humble myself and acknowledge my imperfection - right there on the golf course in front of my husband, and those two men, and, and, well, I guess just the three of them.
Did I really want to do that???
But I knew allowing them to play through would be the right thing to do in regards to golf etiquette, and I know my husband is wise. So I agreed.
We stepped aside and waved them through, and they played on ahead of us.
And I?
Didn't feel pressure anymore when I stepped up to the tee, or when I went out 30 yards to hit my second shot, and my third, and fourth. I didn't feel anxious to hurry up with my first, or second, or third putt.
Confessing my short-comings - being open with the fact that I am not perfect - relieved the pressure I was feeling, and allowed me to relax and enjoy nine holes of golf with my husband.

And so it is with life.

Trying to live up to the expectation that we need to perform perfectly - Even when we're just a beginner! - brings on stress and anxiety, and useless guilt. But, oh, the freedom we can find by admitting our weakness. What joy there is when we shun our pride and accept who we are.
It's liberating to declare that I can't do it all!
And that's why I am convinced, It's OK to let other's play through.

Come back tomorrow for another Golf Lesson - For Life!

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Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Golf Lessons For Life, Part 1

When I was about 13 years old I went golfing for the first time. Didn't do very well, but the boy I was playing with was cute - so I really didn't care.
As time went on I played with my dad - who is an excellent golfer - and my inadequacies were much more pronounced. I had a lesson with a "pro" but nothing made sense to me. I didn't understand the concept of, Put this hand here, and this one here. Now do this with your fingers, put your elbow here, bend a little like this and move your foot out like this. Now, RELAX!
I began to think, If you want the ball, why keep hitting it??? And I found myself agreeing with Mark Twain who once said, "Golf is a good walk spoiled." Finally, on one wet Saturday morning a very miserable 15-year-old girl left the golf course in tears, (Half way through the second hole, if I remember correctly!) vowing to never play the #*%$@! game again.

Hey, I didn't know Jesus yet. Sometimes #*%$@! came out of my mouth. *grin*

Fast forward 22 years.

My husband started playing golf and thought it would be a great idea if I would try it again. So we could play together.
Yeah, I made that vow on my way off the golf course many years ago, but more recently I made a vow to love my husband - for better or worse (And, for me, golf fits in the "worse" category!) so I agreed. I would give it a try again.
And, honestly? I didn't expect to have a good time.
But I did! I did enjoy myself. What a surprise!

Something else happened out there on the golf course which I wasn't expecting. I learned a few lessons. I mean, besides Keep your head down, and Repair your divots. I learned some lessons from playing golf which encourage me in the game of life.
Lessons like:
*Forward movement is progress.
*Remember the good hit.
*It's OK to let others "play through."
*Perspective and encouraging words make all the difference.
*Friends can help you get out of the sand.
*It's good to finish before you're ready to quit.

I'd like to expand on some of these lessons here, but I haven't decided which ones. In fact, I've decided I'm going to let YOU decide! In the comment section, please let me know which two or three lessons seem most interesting to you. I'll take it from there and post about them Wednesday and Thursday - and maybe even for my video on Monday.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a tee time. FORE!!!

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Monday, August 17, 2009

Not So Fast Winner Announced


And for those of you who didn't win the free copy...You may buy one wherever books are sold, including online at Amazon or CBD. I highly recommend it!

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Friday, August 14, 2009

This Week's WORD

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You have until midnight Saturday to get in on the giveaway for Ann Kroeker's new book, Not So Fast. Click here to read about it and enter.
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And now, for this week's WORD!

Praise the LORD, O my soul; all my inmost being, praise his holy name.
Praise the LORD, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits -
who forgives all your sins and heals all your diseases,
who redeems your life from the pit and crowns you with love and compassion,
who satisfies your desires with good things so that your youth is renewed like the eagle's.
Psalm 103:1-5

Need I say more???

May you remember His benefits all weekend long. See you back here Monday!

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Thursday, August 13, 2009

My Princess has a Crown - And The King is not Surprised

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If you have a daughter, do you call her your princess?
Seems that's what lots of parents call their little girls. And little girls love to do the princess thing! Pink, sparkles, dresses, tiaras...Oh, the memories!
Well, my princess doesn't get into dress-up anymore, but now she has a crown.

Last week I took Elizabeth to the dentist to have a filling put in her tooth. Only, when the spacer was taken off the tooth in question, our dentist discovered the real reason Elizabeth's tooth had been bothering her.
I was called back to the examining room and told she needed to have a root canal.
Pronto.
The dentist even had Elizabeth open her mouth so he could show me what was going on. Her tooth had broken apart and he showed me the root and everything. Ewww! I could've done without that episode of Show & Tell.
Now, if you know anything about root canals, you know they are always followed by a crown. So we are currently in the process of getting our princess a crown. She has been in for her first "fitting" and is now wearing her temporary crown. The real one is being made, and will be ready for Her Highness in a few weeks.
Further, if you know anything about root canals and crowns, you know they are a lot more expensive ($$$$$$$!!!!!) than a filling.

So last week, in the midst of the stress I was facing with my grandmother and various other things, I had this unexpected weight thrust upon me. At first I was simply begging God to keep me from crying right there in the middle of the dentist office. When that didn't work, I began crying out to HIM.
God, why did this have to happen now? You know the stress I'm already under with Grandma. You know the other financial burdens we're carrying. You know I feel like I'm about to crack. You know I can't handle another thing! How can it be that this one slipped past You???
And then it was as if He said to me, Yes, dear one. I do know. I know the stress and the burdens you're shouldering. And I knew all about Elizabeth's tooth, too. What the x-ray couldn't show, I saw. Though you just found out about it, darling, I am not surprised.
My child, I knew your grandmother would be in this situation - long before she fell. I knew your economy was going to be as it is - way before the recession hit. I knew about the break-in and the other troubles. I knew you were going to be feeling weary. And, yes, I knew about Elizabeth's root canal and crown.
But, sweetheart, I am not asking you to solve any of these problems. I am not asking you to be strong.
Lean in on Me. Look to Me. Trust in Me.
I am not overwhelmed by your situation, Karen, and I will carry you through. Just trust Me.


And you know what? I believe Him!
Don't know what your "crown" is today, but I do know The King is not surprised. You can trust Him!

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Wednesday, August 12, 2009

An Interview with Ann Kroeker

Today I am excited to have a guest on my blog!
I first "met" Ann Kroeker about nine years ago when I picked up her book, The Contemplative Mom. The subtitle of the book is Restoring Rich Relationship with God in the Midst of Motherhood, and I knew right away that I wanted to spend time learning from this mother!
In reading, I felt like I had a new friend who understood my heart's desire to draw closer to God. What a gift!
Years later, I discovered Ann's blog and we became acquainted with one another through the world of blogging. Just last year Ann supported me in my writing efforts by reading my manuscript for Finding Joy and writing an endorsement for me. And now I have the honor of welcoming Ann to my blog for an interview regarding her brand new book. This post is longer than usual, but I hope you are able to stick with us through the whole thing. This interview with Ann was a lot of fun, and there IS a giveaway at the end!
Let's get started!

First, Ann, would you tell us a little about your family? I know you’re a wife and a mother, so tell us about the people who have given you these roles.
My husband and I met after we were out of school, when we were bumbling through those first years of post-graduation adulthood. I wasn’t very capable in the kitchen, but I could make pretty good chocolate chip cookies and that may have done the trick, because he asked me to marry him. We’ve been married for 18 years, and he is my quiet, faithful, steady strength, fully supportive of my writing efforts all this time.
We have four kids: three girls and a boy, ages 15, 13, 11 and almost 8. They have a lot in common, yet are very different. They all devour books. They like imaginative play as well as card, board and electronic games. One is compassionate and articulate, while another finds it hard to express herself verbally but loves to write. Some of them seem to have inherited their father’s gift of service, so they are often eager to pitch in, say, at church to help move chairs or set up for a program.
They get along well, but arguments must be worked out. They mope. They drag their feet on chores. They grumble. That’s because, well, they’re human. And to be honest, I’m guilty of all of those same weaknesses, as well. So we live life together, pray together, learn together, make mistakes, ask forgiveness, laugh, relax, work, play, and do our best to serve and love by God’s grace.

Hmmm, they sound very similar to some kids I know!
Besides being a wife and mother, you are also an author with a brand new book release. Congratulations!

Thanks! As an author yourself, you know it’s a really big event in one’s life!

I sure do. And as an author myself, I also know authors like to talk about their books. *grin* Can you give us an overview of the new book?
Of course! For starters, all I really need to do in order to give people an idea of the topic is to say the title, Not So Fast: Slow-Down Solutions for Frenzied Families. Right away people know what it’s about at its most basic level. It’s about slowing down in our fast-paced world in order to experience deeper relationships with each other and with the Lord. But there are so many other benefits to slowing down, as well, such as reducing stress, gaining focus, discovering what success really means, learning what it means to rest, and giving our kids a meaningful childhood that is more rich than the rush and blur they experience in a hectic and harried lifestyle.

OK, I'm interested already! What led you to write Not So Fast?
We live in a high-achieving suburb of a metropolitan area, where parents are often pushing their kids to succeed … at least by the world’s standards. To achieve that end, these families are always on the go, rarely “settled” or content, often concerned that they aren’t doing enough to prepare their kids for the future.
When I talk with them, they might describe stress symptoms; admit that doing more seems better to them; and confess that fast-paced is the norm rather than the exception in their lives. When I interact with these folks at church and the soccer field, I hear some of them confess a longing to live differently without seeing a way out.
I realized that a lot of people share a frustration of desiring to experience a more peaceful, simpler pace of life while feeling obligated to spin that proverbial hamster wheel day and night.
Through writing a book, which can reach a wide range of people, I hope to encourage people that there’s another way to live. By sharing my story along with other research and insights, I want to point people first to Christ, the one true source of peace and rest. As readers seek the Lord regarding their frenzied schedules, they may gain confidence to experiment and risk doing less than the Joneses. And as they listen to the voice of God, if He indeed leads them to slow and simplify, I long for them to make bold, countercultural changes and begin reaping the riches of life in the slow lane.

Risk doing less than the Jonses? What a wonderful concept! I will openly admit to feeling pressure to keep up with "them." And here you are, giving us permission to do less! What are some of the topics you tackle in the book?
I try to explore lots of ways that our culture tempts or even pushes us to speed up. Then I provide an alternative approach, with simple suggestions to implement right away. For example, I talk about how our ability to show compassion and love is challenged when we’re in high-speed mode. There’s a chapter on rest, because not only do we cheat on sleep to fit more and more into our days but also families are being asked to give up their Sabbath due to sports and other activities being scheduled on Sundays. I talk about how we speed past creation, how consumerism speeds up spending, how messages aimed at our kids encourage them to grow up fast in inappropriate ways, and how creativity is often stifled when we’re always on the go. I think we underestimate how many ways the culture calls us to shift into overdrive.

That sounds great! I'm curious, have you always lived a “slow” life?
I grew up on a farm in a rural community, so my childhood memories are slow and relaxed with lots of solitude and time in nature. My husband grew up in a culture that knows how to flip on the pause button and take a good, long coffee break or a month-long vacation. So deep down inside of us is this history of living slower. When we put on the brakes, it felt natural to both of us.
Yet, when our kids were really little, I was so insecure that I thought we had to do it all. I wanted the best for my kids, so I would look to other families and if they seemed to be successful, I’d sign up for all the things their kids were doing. I let the culture influence our decisions and pretty soon, I was dragging my little girls all over town. I was stressed, and the kids would break down in tears from being on-the-go nonstop, but I kept on going. Our pace didn’t fit our personalities or our backgrounds, but I didn’t know how to change.
I thought I didn’t have a choice.
I thought that’s how everyone had to live.
In the middle of that, something dramatic happened that changed everything. I’ll save the details for readers of the book. But it freed us to boldly and confidently choose a completely different pace, flowing from a deeper relationship with the Lord. We’ve had lapses where we experimented and took on too much. But we recognized the stress symptoms and knew we had to direct our course back to the slow lane.

You'll save the details, huh? I definitely want to know the rest of the story, and I look forward to reading it soon.
Ann, I want to thank you for doing this interview and telling us about Not So Fast. It has been fun! But I just have to know, is it possible that the Contemplative Mom, who knows how to slow down and connect with God and her family, still has moments of irritability, when she contemplates how she’s going to survive motherhood?
How about a parting word of encouragement for all of the mothers out here who sometimes wonder how we’re going to make it?

Oh, my. Just ask my neighbor.
A few days ago, I was lecturing the kids loudly and irritably about not completing some tasks they left undone — tasks that I’d expected them to do, reminded them to do (two extra times), and really needed them to do. I was disappointed and frustrated and let them know about it.
We were outside at the time, mounting our bikes to head over to a book club. By the end of the lecture, we were all in tears. I turned and realized the neighbor was working in her yard and overheard everything, so I have a witness to my irritability.
As we biked down the road in silence, I was deeply convicted that I had gone too far. It was true that they had failed to act on my request even when it was reiterated calmly two other times. But I didn’t need to go on and on about it. About halfway to book club, I stopped them all and apologized for my overblown response. They were gracious and modeled forgiveness. They even apologized for their part. And when we got home, they completed the tasks.
So even the slow-paced, contemplative mom has her moments.
But you know, when I was in high-speed mode, those overblown lectures were much more frequent and were delivered at an even higher volume and in a more frantic tone. I do think that reducing stress is a good move for moms particularly prone to irritability. When I am living slower, I’m usually able to walk more intimately with God and experience a deeper, more profound and lasting peace. When I’m in that mode, keeping in step with the Spirit throughout the day, I experience more of the fruit of the Spirit: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. That’s all really good stuff to experience, realizing that it’s not me; rather, it’s the Lord working in me, forming me into the mom I long to be.

Thank you for your openness and honesty. You're speaking right to my heart, Ann. I know for certain that my irritability increases when I am stressed-out and frenzied. I do a lot of praying and deep breathing - trying to get my focus back on my Creator, and allowing Him to calm my spirit. But now that we've had this interview, I can't wait for my copy of Not So Fast to arrive. I am confident that my family and I will benefit from your words and work. Thank you!

I hope you enjoyed hearing from Ann Kroeker and learning about her new book. If you would like to get your own copy, you may purchase it from CBD or Amazon, or anywhere books are sold. Additionally, Ann writes about topics related to slowing down on the Not So Fast website. Check it out!

And, finally, the giveaway!
If you would like to enter to win a free copy of Not So Fast (Which Ann will sign for you, if you'd like!) simply leave a comment answering one of these questions: Which of the topics Ann mentioned above is of particular interest to you? OR How does increased stress and frenzy in your schedule affect your level of irritablity?
If you are a blogger, I will give you an additonal chance to win. Mention this giveaway on your blog and include a link to this post. Then tell me you did it and I'll put your name in twice!

Oh, I need an end time for this, don't I?! OK, thinking as I'm typing...How about midnight EST on Saturday? I'll draw the winner while I'm recording next Monday's video! So, enter by Saturday and tune in Monday to find out if you've won!

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Tuesday, August 11, 2009

You Aren't Supposed to Cry at Cedar Point!

Have you ever been to Cedar Point? When I was growing up, I think I went to Cedar Point at least once a summer between the ages of seven and fifteen. Oh, what a fun place!!!
Since those regular visits, though, I have only been able to go back a handfull of times. But one of those times was - last Friday! Brian and I took our kids and met my mom, (Yes - at 67 years of age she still LOVES roller coasters!) both of my brothers, my niece, and my nephew for a day of real fun.

As we entered the park, there was a mad dash to get to the first ride. Everyone was excited to get started, squealing about how much fun it was going to be racing down that first hill, anticipating the thrill of being scared half to death! And as we hurried through the gate, past the guy with the measuring stick, I realized Matthew was not tall enough to ride the roller coaster. He was almost tall enough, but rules are rules, and he was turned away.
I quickly got out of the line and ran back to where Matthew was standing, and that's when I saw the tears in his eyes.
Tears??!!
But you aren't supposed to cry at Cedar Point!
At Cedar Point, you are only supposed to laugh and have lots of fun! Hadn't I told Matthew that rule???
And then, before I knew what was happening, I discovered there were tears forming in my own eyes. I hadn't even been on a ride yet, and already my heart was in my throat.

However, I knew the rule - the one about not crying, only laughing - so I grabbed Matthew's hand and told him I was going to take him to a different ride. The ride that was one of my absolute favorites when I was a kid. The Blue Streak! (By the way, I found a new favorite on this trip. maXair!)
After the Blue Streak, Matthew and I went on a twirly ride together and - in addition to the thrill of the ride - I was thoroughly enjoying the laughter and joy which were pouring forth from my son. The tears were forgotten completely and he was on his way to a wonderful, wonderful day.
We met up with the rest of the gang, and paid closer attention to height requirements before we got to the ride, from that moment on. That strategy worked, and there were no more tears - only laughter - for the rest of the day.

And as I walked through the park that day smiling because my children were having so much fun, remembering how Matthew's tears had brought forth my own, one question loomed in my mind. What exactly happened to my heart through the process of becoming a mother? It seems to have grown, yet broken apart, and now lives separately - in my body, and in the bodies of each of my children. Such that when they are happy, I am, too. And when they hurt, so do I.
It's an amazing thing God does in a woman when she becomes a mom - growing her heart like that!
And I have a feeling that "thing" He did in my heart is also the reason I haven't pinched their heads off when my children have brought me to the end of my rope. LOL!

Know what I mean? *grin*

BTW - don't forget to stop by tomorrow for my special guest and a giveaway!

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Monday, August 10, 2009

Are You Waiting, too?



***Head's Up!***
Be sure to stop by Wednesday. I am going to have a special guest and a giveaway!

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Friday, August 07, 2009

This Week's WORD

Happy Friday to you.
And Happy Anniversary to my husband and me! Sixteen years today. *grin*

Before I get into this week's WORD, I want to thank you for your prayers and kind words. And I want to give you a quick update.
On the down side, I had more stress and unexpected stress in one week than I've had in a loooong time. Also had a problem with leaky eyes. (I just tell my kids that my stress comes out through my tear ducts. *sigh*) And I am in serious need of a shoulder massage right now.

BUT

(And you know how I love a big BUT!)

On the upside, this morning when I walked into my grandmother's hospital room (I'm writing this Thursday.) she said, "I'm going to live!" She has been up and down like a yo-yo this week, but the sparkle is back in her eyes and it looks like she's finally turned the corner. Rather than planning for Hospice, my aunt is choosing a re-hab center/assisted living facility. Lord willing, Grandma will be in her new home in time to celebrate her 92nd birthday next month!

And now, we return to our regularly scheduled post...

But David found strength in the LORD his God.

1 Samuel 30:6b

You may recall that I am reading the Bible through chronologically. Well, on the day I was reading 1 Samuel 28-31, I was also directed to read Psalm 18. Before I turned to the psalm, I wondered for a minute what it was that encouraged David to find his strength in the LORD in the above verse.
David's home had been attacked and now the men of his city were talking of stoning him. Things were not looking good for David. And then came the statement, But David found strength in the LORD his God.
When I read Psalm 18, I felt I understood. Click on the link to read it, and then see if you agree with me: I think David wrote Psalm 18 right between 1 Samuel 30:6a and 6b!
What a great reminder for me this week - and any week! - to cling to my Rock in the midst of the struggle.

Have a great weekend. May the peace of Christ rest upon you!

See you back here Monday.

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Tuesday, August 04, 2009

Keeping It Real

Last week Daveda left a comment thanking me for "keeping it real" here. As I thought about those words while I was planning my blog posts for this week, I realized I NEED to keep it real.

You see - I had a great time with Brian last week when we had our "get-away". We went golfing *ack!* and I even managed to enjoy it. In the midst of lost balls and bad swings, I came up with a very cute (At least I hope it will be!) blog mini-series about the life lessons I learned through golf. Intended to get those posts written for your edification and reading pleasure this week.

But this is reality:

My grandmother is in the hospital. Plans are being made to move her to Hospice, and I want to see her as much as I can.
My husband has asked me to work on a project to help lift some weight off his shoulders. And it's going to take me a while.
I simply am not going to have the time I need to put into decent blogging this week. That's reality.

I will post This Week's WORD on Friday - because I came across a very cool thing I really want to share with you. But other than that, I'll not be blogging.
I'll miss you.
And I do hope to be back to "normal" soon.

In the mean time, I sure would appreciate your prayers.
*For my grandmother's physical comfort and peace.
*For my dad and aunt as they watch their mother die.
*For my sensitivity to the needs of my dad and aunt.
*For my spirit. My fuse gets shorter when I am under stress, and I do not want to treat anyone harshly just because my burden is heavy. I need to remember that God will give me the strength I need to do all He has called me to do!

Thank you for praying. Thank you for caring.
I'll see you back here Friday.

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Monday, August 03, 2009