TODAY I’M THANKFUL FOR:
As Charles walks out the door tonight with a heavy heart, to attend a wake for one of his 11-year-old students, my children are happily, cozily, healthily chomping on pizza with not a worry… not a fear.
I am overwhelmed with thankfulness at the mercy of God at letting me be with the M* Munchkins another day. I’m so thankful, too, that that little boy had my husband for his teacher and that God gave Charles many opportunities to share the gospel with him and to be a walking testimony of the power of God to change hearts.
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TODAY I’M THANKFUL FOR: (I know it’s late… but it’s been a long, busy day!!!) I’ve a lot to be thankful for… just today… BUT-
While many of you know I HATE deboning chicken- so much so that my husband RARELY gets the gumbo he loves, poor thing- I am so very THANKFUL for deboning chicken tonight!!! Crazy, huh?!? Wanna know why? Well… deboning 20lbs of chicken tonight gave me HOURS (I’m slow) to think and be thankful! God is so NICE like that! Just a little taste:
First of all, I was deboning chicken because God has given me some AMAZING friends and I want to hang out with them and be cozy with them and revel in God’s greatness with them and listen to jazz music with them… and it’s fall… and gumbo is cozy and festive… Deboning chicken because I have neato God-given friends is FANTASTIC! I’m so thankful I get to debone chicken to show LOVE to them! I’m so thankful for the godly people God is surrounding us with (it is answered prayer).
Then, while I was deboning chicken, Noah came to me (my hands covered in nasty chicken gunk) and softly said, “Mom, I’m having a really hard time knowing God.” I’m so happy I was covered in chicken gunk and that I got to sit and listen to my son pour out his little heart to me… I will happily debone chicken every day if God will give me more of THAT!
After Noah was in bed, we got a phone call… and because my hands were covered in chicken gunk, and I was on a mission, I couldn’t and wouldn’t answer- so Charles did. Someone was a gazillion times nicer to me and more generous to me than I deserve and while Charles relayed the message to me, I wept and snotted (have no fear, nothing got into the chicken!) and desperately needed to have my nose wiped, but my hands were covered in chicken gunk… and my gorgeous hunk of a husband took a Kleenex and lovingly and tenderly wiped my nose… SEVERAL times! *embarrassed chuckle* I’m so happy I was covered in chicken gunk! It spared me an argument and left me weak and let my husband be strong and tender. Bring on more chicken gunk.
More than all of these amazing and precious things, though, I am so very thankful for my God who can make even CHICKEN GUNK a BLESSING to His silly, selfish, tired children.
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TODAY I AM THANKFUL FOR:
I may not have a maternal bone in my body, but I am so thankful for M* music in the morning: the pitter-patter of four little bare feet flying across the floor, chuckling, and childish chatter.
*happy, content sigh*
Thank you, my sweet God! You always give the perfect prezzies! ♥
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A friend of mine suggested we state something we’re thankful for every day of November until Thanksgiving. I like that idea, granted it’s already the middle of November. I think I’m going to try to post something I’m thankful for EVERY day. I won’t make it a law… that would steal every bit of joy from this… but I’d certainly like to give it a go!
For starters, and because my dear mother is so much on my mind:
I’m thankful for adoption- physical & spiritual- I’m thankful that God plucked me out of a rough biological family & put me into the M* family… MY family. I’m thankful He gave me amazing, godly parents who love Him more than anything & have prayed fervently & faithfully that God would redeem & spiritually adopt their children. I’m thankful that God has answered their prayers & that I am a child of the King. ♥
Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in Christ with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places, even as he chose us in him before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and blameless before him. In love he predestined us for adoption as sons through Jesus Christ, according to the purpose of his will, to the praise of his glorious grace, with which he has blessed us in the Beloved. In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of his grace, which he lavished upon us, in all wisdom and insight making known to us the mystery of his will, according to his purpose, which he set forth in Christ as a plan for the fullness of time, to unite all things in him, things in heaven and things on earth. In him we have obtained an inheritance, having been predestined according to the purpose of him who works all things according to the counsel of his will, so that we who were the first to hope in Christ might be to the praise of his glory. In him you also, when you heard the word of truth, the gospel of your salvation, and believed in him, were sealed with the promised Holy Spirit, who is the guarantee of our inheritance until we acquire possession of it, to the praise of his glory. ~Ephesians 1:3-14
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by Jim Elliff
I watched a portion of a video designed for the purpose of telling Bible stories and presenting the gospel. The entertainer was dressed like an angelic Elvis Presley, complete with wings. The clothes and movements of the entertainer’s body were an overstatement of the real Elvis. My friend touted the act as “soooooo funny.” It was. I mean that he was so funny that I could not help but laugh. What should we think about this approach?
1. First, the combination of the gospel (which is dead serious) and staged humor make strange bedfellows. I am not speaking of occasional situational humor that is often acceptable. And I certainly do not mean that we should never laugh. We appreciate both humor and the gospel, but do they work well together? Is a comedic presentation the appropriate tool for such a weighty subject? One has to ask the question, “What is soooooo funny about the gospel?” In this program, Elvis was said to be “sent from God.” But are angelic majesties “soooooo funny?” Is the truth about the cross “soooooo funny? Are sin, heaven, hell, Christ, salvation, or even the stories of redemptive history “soooooo funny?” What does God think about this? Should I listen to the gospel from a man in a winged Elvis suit?
2. The medium of humor is a poor instrument of conviction. Children, and everybody else for that matter, are brought to the need for repentance through the conviction of the Spirit. Does laughter get me there? Does that which is designed to trivialize, also cause me to agonize?
3. The use of such means may deaden the child’s ability and appetite to receive truth in a more conventional spoken or written form. In other words, entertainment becomes to the listener the preferred medium of receiving his information about God. The undiscerning listener (and that’s what all children are by nature until trained) may soon become unable to receive truth any other way. And this addiction to entertainment as the conveyor of information may last into adulthood.
4. Generally speaking, making truth entertaining means that the nuances and complexities are removed, and only a simple or direct transferable idea is useable. I am saying that most entertainment does not have the ability to give the child anything substantive, but rather only a greatly reduced or simplistic concept.
5. Quite often, God’s name is taken in vain. For instance, to say that God sent an angelic Elvis as I have described above is really to desecrate God’s character and name. Humor about God is almost always an “empty” or “vain” way of speaking about the God of the universe. We wouldn’t be able to put on such a performance in front of God’s throne in heaven.
6. Depending on the level of intensity of the entertainment, the truth may be totally drowned in the humor. In other words, what the child remembers may not be truth about God at all, but the funny situation depicted. At the end of the day, the child may come away from the entertaining religious experience having learned nothing at all.
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Loving this, from Spurgeon, this morning and wanted to share.
“I will rejoice over them to do them good.”
— Jeremiah 32:41
How heart-cheering to the believer is the delight which God has in his saints! We cannot see any reason in ourselves why the Lord should take pleasure in us; we cannot take delight in ourselves, for we often have to groan, being burdened; conscious of our sinfulness, and deploring our unfaithfulness; and we fear that God’s people cannot take much delight in us, for they must perceive so much of our imperfections and our follies, that they may rather lament our infirmities than admire our graces. But we love to dwell upon this transcendent truth, this glorious mystery: that as the bridegroom rejoiceth over the bride, so does the Lord rejoice over us. We do not read anywhere that God delighteth in the cloud-capped mountains, or the sparkling stars, but we do read that he delighteth in the habitable parts of the earth, and that his delights are with the sons of men. We do not find it written that even angels give his soul delight; nor doth he say, concerning cherubim and seraphim, “Thou shalt be called Hephzibah, for the Lord delighteth in thee”; but he does say all that to poor fallen creatures like ourselves, debased and depraved by sin, but saved, exalted, and glorified by his grace. In what strong language he expresses his delight in his people! Who could have conceived of the eternal One as bursting forth into a song? Yet it is written, “He will rejoice over thee with joy, he will rest in his love, he will joy over thee with singing.” As he looked upon the world he had made, he said, “It is very good”; but when he beheld those who are the purchase of Jesus’ blood, his own chosen ones, it seemed as if the great heart of the Infinite could restrain itself no longer, but overflowed in divine exclamations of joy. Should not we utter our grateful response to such a marvellous declaration of his love, and sing, “I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation?”
We have been BUSY. ALWAYS BUSY! I was telling Charles the other day that I don’t see why people worry about homeschoolers not having any chance at socialization… Homeschoolers are NEVER home! We’re always running somewhere to meet with someone… field trips, co-op classes, play-dates, park-days, art-days. I’m longing for a stay-at-home day! We’re having a great time, though.
I admit, I’m a little smug when we’re out running errands on the way home from one of our gazillion outings and various adults (glaring at me because my children are not in school) overhear these two short munchkins discussing thermonuclear fusion and light energy and solar flares. Just yesterday, a snobby-looking woman (granted, that may just be my nervous perception) 😉 had to do a double-take when she walked by, because Noah and Lydia were discussing the difference between Egyptian hieroglyphics and Sumerian cuneiform. I’ve got some pretty cool kiddos! They’re loads of fun! They love to learn and to discuss the things they’re learning. We have the neatest conversations! While I’m very tired and can’t find enough time to do all I need to do (I need a maid!), I wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world!
I would be missing out on so much neat stuff with them! Still, I have my days of impatience and fatigue and I often find myself checking out the website for Providence Classical Academy (the neatest private school in our area)! My husband is such an encourager, though! When he comes home to a messy house with laundry all over the place because I haven’t had time to fold it or put it away, or when he comes home to a crazy-looking wife racing around trying to decide what to make for dinner, or when he comes home to his bride reduced to tears because it’s been a hard day, he’s always kind and patient and he lifts me up! He tells me how beautiful I am and how smart I am and how proud of me he is and of how thankful he is that we’re a TEAM and that I’m the mother of his children. He tells me I’m a great teacher and the most amazing wife. Sometimes I have to pinch myself, he’s so unbelievable! I cry and pout and apologize for not having everything done that I think needs to be done and he smiles and hugs me and asks me, “Are my children alive?” Of course, they are and he laughs and says, “Then you’ve done a great job today!” I still can’t believe that Charles is mine! I don’t deserve him at all… but OH! I don’t think any woman on the planet could ever be as thankful as I am! And I think you would be hard-pressed to find a woman more in love with her husband. God is good, isn’t He?!?
Well, I’m rambling now… I better end this! We’ve got lots of school to do today! The children have been memorizing Robert Louis Stevenson’s poetry. So far, we’ve done “At the Seaside” and “The Swing.” Today we are working on “Where Go the Boats”. We’ve also got to get ready for a big art day tomorrow! YIKES! Add to that: Noah’s math test, Lydia’s phonics test, vocabulary for both History and Astronomy, and soccer practice for BOTH of them followed by church… I really had better get going!
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