Oh, Jerusalem
Oh Jerusalem, you’ve given me so much this weekend: adventure, good fellowship, a sun-burned nose, and a heart-full for pondering.
Oh Jerusalem, you’ve given me so much this weekend: adventure, good fellowship, a sun-burned nose, and a heart-full for pondering.
A degree course that requires a lot of reading is an ideal choice for a girl who has been reading for every spare moment for longer than I can remember. Putting life on hold while I study isn’t an option, however, so I’m having to perfect my reading for study skills! The lessons I’ve learned…
While I had spent weeks buried in my own plans, He had been patiently waiting for me to just seek Him with all my heart. How often do I wait until I’ve tried everything in my own strength that I can think to try, before I finally turn to God and seek Him with all my heart?
Have you ever thought about the world Jesus was born into?
Of course, the set-up for His arrival began before the foundation of the world, but we can see precise pieces being set into place decades, and even centuries ahead of time…
My mother was in her chair in the living room, laptop on her lap and stacks of books at her feet when she looked up at me with an expression of desperation.
“I’m too Protestant for this!” she cried.
This year, for the first time, my family is celebrating Advent..
Apparently, I taught my brother to read while playing school. He was three. I was five. I don’t remember it, but that’s how story goes.
But I didn’t want to be a teacher. I liked helping Mom correct my siblings’ math. And I enjoyed teaching Sunday School. But I was going to be a nurse.
I’ve been playing the piano since I was six. Like any other ordinary student, I would forget to practice all week until the night before lesson day. But after my eleventh birthday, my perspective changed with my grandparents’ generous gift of harp lessons.
I was practicing the spiritual gift of service for years before I realized what it was. But I can tell you from experience that serving out of my own strength just doesn’t work. I over-commit. I run out of energy and enthusiasm. And sometimes I even grow resentful of those I set out to help. I must serve God, not needs. I must let Him assign the tasks.
If my son would refuse to nurse day after day, he wouldn’t grow. My milk is his fuel for growth. Just the same way, if we don’t read the Word, we won’t grow in the Lord. The Word is the fuel in our Christian walks.
Spoken identity is changing the perception of someone from an under role to one of great importance.
Is this not what the Lord does for us? Breathes life, character, identity, being, and importance into us – HIS creation?
As representatives of the Creator, can we do this for others? Do this outside of the costume room – from life’s backstage?
Sometimes we just need to take time to do a “reality check” in our homes. We have to remind ourselves, “What does the LORD require of me?” Perfection, in this season of life, in our houses, in our homeschools, and in ourselves, is not going to occur!
Some homeschooling moms have this idealistic vision of a Proverbs 31 homeschooling mother who rises while it is yet early and prepares a large, nutritious hot breakfast for her family, (complete with homemade bread, she never buys “store-bought!”) then has time to devote an hour to the Lord in prayer and Bible Study (whoops! Make that two hours, an hour for each!) and then has the house all sparkling clean by 8:00 to start homeschool!
by Betsy Castleberry The grass has turned green, tulips and daffodils are blooming, and the class of 2009 is graduating! My brother is among the graduate pictures on our refrigerator this year. It’s an exciting time, as you close a chapter and turn a new page, wondering what the next season of life will hold….
The End.
The End.