Thursday, June 26, 2008
VBS Edition
Thursday, June 19, 2008
It Just Slipped My Mind
Feeling a bit parched? Searching to quench that thirst with an iced tea or Diet Coke? Dive into the Word for real refreshment!I try to be diligent in my Bible reading and am often rewarded by God's speaking to my heart through particular scriptures. I pause and sometimes even write them down. The reflection usually ends there, however. This year, I would like to pursue the verses that God lays on my heart by pondering how He wants me to apply these verses in my life.
Here is what spoke to me this week:
Only be careful, and watch yourselves closely so that you do not forget the things your eyes have seen or let them slip from your heart as long as you live. Teach them to your children and to their children after them.
Deuteronomy 4:9
These words were spoken to the Israelites before they went into Canaan to take possession of the Promised Land. What had they seen? They had seen God send ten plagues on Egypt to convince the hard-hearted Pharaoh to let His people go. They had seen the Red Sea parted to let them pass and then watched that same sea cover the Egyptian chariots. They had seen manna fall from heaven and water spring from rocks after they grumbled and complained about the lack of food in the wilderness. They saw God's glory reflected in Moses' face as he descended the mountain. They saw the Ten Commandments carved into stone. Still, were these scenes indelibly written on their minds? No, they eventually slipped from their hearts so that future generations were not taught the greatness of what God had done for His people. The result was a turning away from God and continued oppression for the Israelites.
Lest we be too judgmental of these ancient people, don't we do the same thing today? How often do we remind ourselves of what God has done for us? If we don't cherish these things in our hearts, how will we pass along what God has done for us to our children? How will we create a legacy of faith in God?
Today's verse has caused me to become more intentional in recording my thanks to God: for a church rich with the promise of transformation, for new Christian friends who are pilgrims on this homeschool journey with me, for healthy children, for a providential husband, for a God whose eye is upon me and will teach me the way I should go (Psalm 32:8).
So, what verses have spoken to you this week? Post those verses on your own blog, along with how you see that God wants you to apply them in your life. Then, provide your link below so that we can drink from one another's wells of scripture.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Watering the Plants
Feeling a bit parched? Searching to quench that thirst with an iced tea or Diet Coke? Dive into the Word for real refreshment!I try to be diligent in my Bible reading and am often rewarded by God's speaking to my heart through particular scriptures. I pause and sometimes even write them down. The reflection usually ends there, however. This year, I would like to pursue the verses that God lays on my heart by pondering how He wants me to apply these verses in my life.
Here is what spoke to me this week:
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Mama Said There'd Be Hours Like This . . . .
4:10: Will awakes from his nap. Emily Anne automatically asks if he wants to play Hide-n-Go-Seek. Will nods his head and says, "Yes, Anne."
4:12: After Will has "hidden," Emily Anne says that it is his turn to count. I hear, ". . . nine, ten. Heah I come!"
4:13: I call Joel at the office to fill him in on this endearing experience. Joel talks with Will briefly, and we hang up.
4:15: The Hide-n-Seek-Game is now defunct. Will asks, "Mama, where my pirate puzz (puzzle)?" I look in his puzzle drawer, but it's not there. As I make my way to their stairs to see if it's in his room, he says, "Mama, I want popcorn."
4:18: I take a bag of popcorn out of the brand-new box and put it in the microwave. I haven't made popcorn in so long that I can't remember how long it takes. I know that it doesn't take as long as it says on the box, so I press the timer for five minutes and figure that I'll listen for the popping to slow down (You see where this is going, right?).
4:18:30: I hear hysterical screams from the playroom and run in to see what is the matter. Addie, our Goldendoodle, has chewed up a plastic tupperware container (one of her favorite pasttimes), which contained Emily Anne's newest pet, a cricket she caught herself in the yard. I grab another plastic container and set about to catch this varmint, which is still alive and hoppin'.
4:21: I take the cricket and its new habitat to the kitchen, which is enveloped in a choking haze of smoke. I open the door to the microwave and, with teary eyes, remove the hot, charred remains of the popcorn bag. I ensconce it in a plastic garbage bag and run it out to the outside garbage can.
4:24: I remove the glass carousel from the microwave and scrub it, stopping to turn on the exhaust fan (a little late). Once I get that cleaned off, I start to attack the browned inside of the microwave, but the fumes are too strong. I open the doors to the screened porch and plop myself down on the wicker loveseat.
4:32: Will comes out to the porch and says, "Mama, I hungy." I ask him if he wants a cookie (I know, I know--it was too close to dinnertime, but I was desperate). He says, "No, Will don like cookies" with a pout.
4:32:15: Will says, "Mama, I want cookie." We go inside to get a cookie and some milk. I try to coax him onto the porch so that his lungs won't be damaged by smoke inhalation while I tackle the inside of the microwave.
4:38: I've gotten the microwave as clean as I can get it. I vacillate on the idea of getting started on my ironing. Will my clothes all smell like they were dried over a campfire?
4:40: I decide to start on the ironing and get everything set up.
4:42: Emily Anne comes in to the laundry room and announces that she thinks she has sprained her ankle. I stop ironing my first item, turn the iron off so that no one will get burned and examine the ankle. There is nothing wrong with her ankle. I iron three items of clothing.
4:54: Emily Anne comes into the laundry room and announces, "Addie pooped in the playroom." I go in to investigate and discover that EA's announcement was, in fact, an understatement. Our huge dog must have an upset stomach because she has created a trail of diarrhea through our playroom.
4:55: Muttering under my breath a word very appropriate to the situation, I clean up the mess. I follow through with carpet cleaner and a feeble attempt at freshening the air with Febreeze. Can you just imagine what my house smells like now?
5:20: Joel walks in from work and says, "What is that horrible smell?"
It is times like this when I feel ill-equipped to handle the myriad demands of raising children and keeping a home, which I know to be His will for me at this season of my life. I am reminded of 2 Corinthians 9:8:
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Tomes for Totes--Father's Day Edition
Are you looking for a great book for Father's Day? One that celebrates the bonds between fathers and sons? Look no further than You Can Do Anything, Daddy by Michael Rex.
My husband came back with this book on a trip to the library with the kids, and it has been my two-year-old son's favorite book for about a month now. He calls it his "pirate" book and asks for it to be read first at everytime bedtime reading session.
The simple story deals with a young boy who asks his father if he would rescue him if a band of pirates snatched him away. The father answers confidently that he would. The scenarios become increasingly dire (in the imagination of a young boy), and the father successfully meets each challenge with the reassurance that he would dare anything for his son. The ending turns on this situation with the young boy taking care of his father.
The pirates, gorillas, and robots from Mars hold the attention of any of the most adventurous boy, and the illustrations are humorous. My son identifies the young boy as himself and the father as "Daddy," a most heartwarming scenario for Father's Day.
Happy Reading!
Friday, June 6, 2008
How We Schedule
Today's Heart of the Matter meme asks us to explain how we schedule. Back in March when I ordered curriculum, I came up with a great plan of how we would organize our school year and our school days.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Sipping with a Hole in My Straw
Here is what spoke to me this week:
Despite my best intentions this year really to glean application from my Bible reading, I don't always do so. Sometimes I just feel that there is nothing to glean from a passage. I feel as dry and parched after my reading as I did before. Does this ever happen to you?
Thinking about this situation, I realized that the amount of wisdom I receive from a passage usually coincides with my attitude as I begin reading. Lately, I've felt that my Bible reading is a duty, and my attentnion to it has been perfunctory. Consequently, it hasn't been easy to figure out what God wants me to do with these words in my life.
I contrasted this with a particularly fruitful time in my life spiritually. I was waking up early and spending time with God, reading His word and writing in my prayer journal. Also, before I began reading, I would pray Psalm 119:18. These words gave me an expectation that the verses I would read would speak to my particular condition on that day and would lead me to a truth that God wanted me to discover. It awakened me to Hebrews 4:12!