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Wisdom Party Followup

  • Posted on June 28, 2010 at 5:00 am

On Friday morning, I told the children that we were going to do something fun. I gathered them on the couch and told them that I read something in my Bible that delighted me. I read them Proverbs 24:13-14, and told them I thought King Solomon must have given his children something sweet when he was teaching them this lesson about wisdom.

My son, eat honey because it is good,
And the honeycomb which is sweet to your taste;
So shall the knowledge of wisdom be to your soul; Proverbs 24:13-14a

I explained that Solomon wasn’t just telling us how good candy was. He was teaching us something about how delightful wisdom is. Then I announced that we were going to plan a wisdom party.

At this announcement, they perked up. They wanted to know what a wisdom party was like. (So did I– I was making it up as I went.) I decided that when we went to the grocery store, we’d get a bunch of candy. I told them that I wanted to learn this verse and what it meant. Every time I wanted a piece of candy, I’d practice my verses before I got a piece. I asked them if they’d like to have a wisdom party and practice the verses with me.

All of them wanted to play along. So off to the store we went, coming home with (far too much) candy. Lee came home, so he got to play, too. I printed off the verse in big letters on a sheet of paper. We put all the candy on the coffee table. Then we just practiced the verse. Each time everyone practiced the verse, we all got a piece of candy. We did it about ten times before leaving to run some errands. When we came back, they wanted another wisdom party. So we practiced again, and they ate more candy.

I put the verse on the refrigerator, and when they want a piece of candy, they have to say the verse. I’ll probably keep asking them questions about what the verse means. What was Solomon talking about? How is wisdom like honey, or candy? Do we look forward to reading God’s Word the same way we look forward to having a piece of candy? Is finding wisdom something fun, or something boring?

Now, I think I’ll go practice my verses. All this talk about candy makes me want some!

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Wisdom Is Like Candy

  • Posted on June 25, 2010 at 8:05 am

Love this passage from Proverbs:

My son, eat honey, for it is good.
Yes, the honey from the comb is sweet to your taste;
Know that wisdom is thus for your soul. (Pr. 24:13-14)

It’s another object lesson, and one I’ve never tried before. We’ve used other objects for teaching about wisdom, but never compared it to candy. I think today when we go to the grocery store, we’re going to prepare for a wisdom party. Want to have a wisdom party, too? I’ll tell you how ours goes.

[If you've never read The Bee Tree by Patricia Pollaco, you might want to check it out from the library. It's about a Grandfather who teaches a similar lesson in the same way to his granddaughter.]

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Disappointment or Bitterness?

  • Posted on June 24, 2010 at 5:00 am

We’re in temporary housing, and our table is really a ledge that seats three. For some reason it has become a point of contention which seat has the most perceived value to our three children. As a solution, Lee decided that at each meal, one child could have the choice of where to sit. That has mostly taken care of the whining.

Mostly. This morning David realized that because we ate at a restaurant for dinner last night, he lost his opportunity to choose the seat. He thought he should be able to choose the breakfast seat (no matter that then Laurel would lose the ability to choose a seat instead of him). When I told him that he would simply have to wait until the next dinnertime, he burst into tears.

As I tried to help him work through his grief, I realized that from his perspective, he was simply disappointed, no different than losing a contest or having an outing rained out. But there was something more going on besides disappointment, I think. I want to think through this a little. How can I tell the difference biblically between bitterness and envy, and disappointment? Then, how do I teach him the difference? More later.

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Complaining about the Heat

  • Posted on June 23, 2010 at 8:00 am

One thing I’ve learned from the locals here in San Antonio is that summers are unbearably hot. Seems people here love to talk about their misery, and I cannot say how many times I’ve heard about last summer’s heat wave (I think 12 weeks straight over a hundred degrees, with high humidity, of course).

At Ironwood Camp in the Mojave desert, new counselors who come are often shocked at the heat. The counselors’ attitudes can make a significant difference in the attitude of the campers, so they have strict instructions not to draw attention to the heat. They are not allowed to use the word hot.

Why ever not, do you think? Not because of draconian leadership, but because the camp directors know that when a counselor shrugs off the weather and decides to have a good time with the campers, the campers are more likely to shrug off the weather and have a good time. Even something as simple as saying “It’s really hot out here” can begin to change the atmosphere from excitement to misery.

I have noticed this influence with my own children. My commenting on the weather seems to result in more complaining and whining from them. I can simply say, “Wow, it is hot out here” and my children start crying and whining the minute we leave the house. I began to realize that what felt like an innocent comment on the weather really was complaining itself.

So I’ve been experimenting. I explained to the children that the heat and humidity is the reason they see so many butterflies here. And the heat and the humidity is the reason for the particular ecosystem God created here. People enjoy the flowers and birds, not remembering that without the weather, those flowers and birds would be different. I’ve told them how silly this inconsistency is. Yes, it’s hot, I’ve told them. We do what we can to minimize the heat, like wearing hats, putting a blanket on Laurel’s car seat, and using car windshield shades. But I have also told them I’ve decided not to use the word hot when referring to the weather. I’ve been giving thanks for the heat and humidity (and not merely a cooler summer this year, or the blessing of an air conditioner). It has been good, not only helping my attitude, but also my children’s.

Do all things without murmurings and disputings:

That ye may be blameless and harmless, the sons of God, without rebuke, in the midst of a crooked and perverse nation, among whom ye shine as lights in the world; Philippians 2:14-15

Notice one result from obeying verse 14: a good testimony among unbelievers. Isn’t it amazing that something as simple as not complaining can be so powerful? Makes sense. Do we have a good God, or don’t we? When we complain, we’re telling the world that God isn’t good, nor is He powerful. Some testimony that is.

The heavens declare the glory of God;
And the firmament shows His handiwork.
2 Day unto day utters speech,
And night unto night reveals knowledge.
3 There is no speech nor language
Where their voice is not heard.
4 Their line[a] has gone out through all the earth,
And their words to the end of the world. Psalm 19:1-3

The unbelief that results in complaining is a battle we all fight against, and I know that complaining isn’t going to go away simply by eliminating the word hot. Here is the question I’ve been thinking about, and one  I want to ask my children today: What does the heat say about God’s character? I don’t think they’ll understand, but I want them to see this verse and understand that God’s creation reveals something about who he is.

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What We’re Working On

  • Posted on June 22, 2010 at 5:00 am

What We’re Working On This Week

David— still getting to the bottom of how he thinks, getting him to talk about the SS lesson is a challenge, teasing his sisters (knowing when to stop, how to discern the right time to tease, etc.), still wanting to discover what he’s thinking about salvation.

Bethel— working through the stress of new environment (she’s like her mommy and doesn’t like surprises), working on some lapses in whining and obedience, being slow to anger

Laurel— working on whining and obedience, being slow to anger.

One of the advantages of living in a small space is that we have lots of opportunities to practice love, giving preference to one another, treating others like we want to be treated, and so on. When every child has his own room and lots of space, it’s easy to think everyone gets along when in reality, they’re just living separate lives. Keeping them busy also makes a difference in their attitudes.

That’s all for now. Hopefully, we’ll be in permanent housing soon and I’ll have my candy thermometer again. It’s time for a candy making day!

One of the military spouse I was talking with last weekend commented “I love being in a new place. There are few commitments and you don’t know anyone, so you tend to slow down and see things you might normally miss.” I thought that was a great perspective. I was interested to notice how that one positive comment encouraged me so.

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Faith and Thankfulness

  • Posted on June 16, 2010 at 7:22 am

For several months, I’ve been thinking on a portion of Psalm 48. Every so often, I’ll go back and look at it. It’s a curious perspective, and I’ve been wondering about how it fits in my life. There’s a strong correlation to Psalm 78, so I’ve been particularly interested in how it fits me as a mother teaching my children about God.

The writer is talking about Zion, or Jerusalem, and what it tells us about our great God. I’ve been fascinated with the physical evidence of God’s blessing and how it can be a tool for showing children that God’s provision in the past (“as we have heard”) also carries into the present (“so we have seen”). Watch:

As we have heard,
So we have seen
In the city of the LORD of hosts,
In the city of our God:
God will establish it forever.  Selah

9 We have thought, O God, on Your lovingkindness,
In the midst of Your temple.
10 According to Your name, O God,
So is Your praise to the ends of the earth;
Your right hand is full of righteousness.
11 Let Mount Zion rejoice,
Let the daughters of Judah be glad,
Because of Your judgments.

12 Walk about Zion,
And go all around her.
Count her towers;
13 Mark well her bulwarks;
Consider her palaces;
That you may tell it to the generation following.
14 For this is God,
Our God forever and ever;
He will be our guide
Even to death.[a]

For the writer of this Psalm, Jerusalem was evidence of God’s faithful leading. The writer tells us parents to pay attention so that we can show our children what God has done for us.

For me this week, I’ve been attempting to put this idea into practice by verbalizing my thankfulness for God’s physical provisions. I’ve been asking our children what they are thankful for on a regular basis. I’ve been showing them how much God has given us. And even when God doesn’t give us what we want, we can still thank him for what he has given us.

Yesterday, Bethel wanted a parking place close to the front. Laurel wanted a parking place in the shade. David suggested that God might give us both things. But in fact, we had a sunny parking spot not very close to the front. Sometimes God does this. It’s a good thing we didn’t have to walk, though. And it’s a wonderful thing that the commissary is air-conditioned! When we are grieved with what we don’t have, we can’t see what we do have. In a sense, being thankful for everything is an act of faith.  It’s an amazing thing when God takes something unpleasant and makes it good. The challenge is to be thankful when it still looks unpleasant.

When we finally move into our house, you can be sure that we’ll be walking around and counting the windows and doors. For now, we’re counting other things.

How is Scripture changing you this week?

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Search for Alone Time

  • Posted on June 15, 2010 at 5:18 am

Today I was thankful for the shady bench by the park.

I couldn’t have any quiet. The children weren’t ill mannered, but they did seem to be high maintenance. After Laurel woke up, we went to the park. I took my Bible.

I needed it. I was wrestling with being anxious. My what-ifs were starting to take on the appearance of a novel, with a complex plot and well-developed characters. I could feel myself impatient with my children– not walking in the spirit as we talked about earlier.

And I read… I meandered through Psalm 119. I reread Galatians 5 and 6. Read a few chapters in Proverbs. Read some Psalms– 32 and 34, 78. I read Psalm 23 carefully. I’m thankful that God leads me by still waters. I’m thankful that he leads me in paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. I needed the reassurance that he is leading, and he is in charge.

Finally, I could see clearly to be thankful: for spices in my van that I had forgotten I brought! for the park! for the mockingbirds and grackles! for a laundry basket to carry to the laundry instead of the suitcase.

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It’s now after dinner. I can still feel the tension in my chest, and a sharp hunger for alone time. Perhaps its a hormonal change. Perhaps the close quarters of the small apartment are harder on me than I thought. But I am pleased. When I left to do a few loads of laundry in blessed silence, and Bethel leaped up and asked to come, God gave me the grace to say yes.

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Looking for Supermom

  • Posted on June 14, 2010 at 5:36 am

She’s patient with her children when they are slow to learn what she wants them to learn. She keeps teaching them what is right, confident that God will be faithful to bring the fruit of repentance in their lives in His time. She doesn’t react to their sin in anger, and she’s genuinely joyful as she goes about her day, managing her household. Her life reflects a desire to serve her husband and children, even when it means putting her own interests aside for a time. She has a sense of peace with who she is, and she’s not worried that she doesn’t look like any other supermom.

Let’s ask her the secret of her success. What do you think she will say?

What’s my secret? I’m not sure what you mean. Oh…….. you mean the secret of the love, joy, and peace? There’s more, too! Longsuffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self control. I couldn’t be a good mother without those things, but it’s not my secret. It’s the Holy Spirit working in my life.

We don’t have to be perfect. We don’t have to be superwoman. It’s not magic, but it is hard work. It’s called walking in the spirit, and it’s something that every child of God who has the Holy Spirit inside her has access to. I used to think that was something unattainable, something mystical that I had to wait for until God gave it to me. I’m learning that this is not the case.

Compare these two passages from Paul. They are what we call parallel passages– Paul is telling two different groups of people the same thing. But he doesn’t use exactly the same words. Looking at the different ways Paul uses to explain something can help us understand him better. Look for the main difference that you see:

And do not be drunk with wine, in which is dissipation; but be filled with the Spirit, 19 speaking to one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord, 20 giving thanks always for all things to God the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, 21 submitting to one another in the fear of God. [That's from Ephesians 5:18-21.]

Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom, teaching and admonishing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord. 17 And whatever you do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through Him. [That's from Colossians 3:16-17]

See the command in the Ephesians passage: be filled in the spirit. That’s a little ambiguous, perhaps. We don’t know how to do that. But the second passage gives us a little more insight– Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom. That makes more sense to me. Why? Because God is very clear that the tool the Holy Spirit uses is the word of God (remember– it’s the sword of the spirit).

So. Does that mean that I need to be spending five hours a day reading my Bible? Perhaps. But look back at the passages. How much scripture isn’t really the issue there. It’s the essence of wisdom– how scripture changes us, how the Holy Spirit controls us. And make no mistake: walking in the spirit is a habit. A spirit-enabled habit to be sure, but a habit nonetheless.

I don’t always walk in the spirit. It usually starts in the morning, when I drag my feet. when I spend more time than I should on the computer before the day gets rolling. When I leave dishes in the sink, or a bed unmade. I know I’m not walking in the spirit when I find myself irritable with my children, and when I worry about what the future holds. One wrong choice begets another.

But… one right action begets another, too. Getting up on time because it is right makes it easier for me to spend some time with God and get ready for my day. When I’m not distracted by the computer, I’m far more likely to sit down with my children and read the Bible to them during breakfast. I’m not as likely to “take a break” if I determine to wash the dishes and clean the kitchen. Sometimes I have to leave the house to walk in the spirit, and sometimes I have to stay home. Sometimes I collapse with exhaustion by noon. Often I have to ask forgiveness many times before noon. Walking in the spirit is hard work!

Pray for me, that I will walk in the spirit today.

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When God’s Answer Is Delayed

  • Posted on June 11, 2010 at 7:21 am

We’ve been spending much time at the playground these days. It’s a great place. It’s completely covered (to protect from sun), has sand instead of bark or rocks or spongy recycled tire mats, the equipment is decent, and there is plenty of space to run around. David just learned how to do the monkey bars here (he learned by watching a child do it several times, not from our attempts to talk him through the process). The park planners also put a number of comfortable seating along the sides of the park, several  of which are completely shaded in the afternoon. It’s been a good place to read and write while the children play.

Yesterday, Laurel started calling to get my attention because she wanted my help going down the fireman pole. It’s possible that I was simply unwilling to get up, and go help. However, I had earlier pushed Laurel on the swing.  [I wasn't being selfishly neglectful]. And I had watched her do it herself with her dad standing nearby a few nights ago [i.e., she's demonstrated an ability to do it].

It hit me that if I helped her, I’d be taking away from the joy of accomplishment. So I told her that she’d be far happier if she did it herself, but I’d help her if she got stuck. Of course, she did it fine. Then she got stuck and I helped her. Then she got herself stuck and unstuck and had a grand time several more times sliding down on her own.

I wondered then whether God ever looks at me asking for help as a mother and says, “You’ll be much happier if you figure it out yourself. I’ll help you if you get stuck.” Sure he does!

It is the glory of God to conceal a matter,
But the glory of kings is to search out a matter.

Proverbs 25:2

Maybe I shouldn’t get so impatient when I ask for help and don’t immediately see the answer in my email inbox. Maybe the search for an answer in Scripture can take months or years, not minutes or hours. I think I’m going to remember this afternoon at the park.

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Family Devotions Shouldn’t All Look Alike

  • Posted on June 10, 2010 at 7:56 am

With Lee home for the last few weeks, he’s been having family devotions in the morning. The children so much enjoy the time he spends with them, and they remind him if he forgets. The other morning I watched as he read and talked with them.What I saw made me smile.

There exists a particular image of family devotions. Father in a sport coat and tie. Mother sitting demurely to the side. Children with clean faces and tidy hair, all crowded around father in a circle, intent on the open Bible in his lap.

Here is what I saw that made me smile:

Dad in the middle of the couch. Laurel on one side turning sumersaults. David and Bethel alternately gazing at dad, the Bible, the ceiling, the lizard, the crack of light between the almost open curtains, a crayon that was left on the floor.They are not crowded around dad because that would mean they would have to touch each other. Sometimes they answer Lee’s questions appropriately, and sometimes it’s clear they missed the last several minutes of conversation.

It’s not always like this. Sometimes they’re not listening.

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