Journal June 17

2011

DEALING WITH EMOTIONS

*One of the major tactics of the enemy is to make us feel isolated.

*[Satan] wants to make us believe that we are different from everyone else, that no one understands what we’re going through, and that what we are experiencing is too big for God or that God isn’t for us. But the Bible says the exact opposite.

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Journal June 16

2014

It amazes me how relevant the Bible is to our own time 2000 years after it was written.

I am astonished that you are so quickly deserting him who called you in the grace of Christ and are turning to a different gospel— not that there is another one, but there are some who trouble you and want to distort the gospel of Christ. But even if we or an angel from heaven should preach to you a gospel contrary to the one we preached to you, let him be accursed.  As we have said before, so now I say again: If anyone is preaching to you a gospel contrary to the one you received, let him be accursed.

For am I now seeking the approval of man, or of God? Or am I trying to please man? If I were still trying to please man, I would not be a servant of Christ.”

Galatians 1:6-10

1. Even if an angel from heaven preaches a different gospel… an angel being the most reliable messenger! Don’t evaluate the message based on the nature of the messenger but rather on the message itself.

2. Am I now seeking the approval of man or God? Am I trying to please mainstream culture and civic religion or am I trying to please God? Am I going to chuck the Bible or pick and choose what I want to believe from the Bible so that I can please man with my faith or will I stand for truth even if culture (man) slanders me?

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Journal June 14

2006

JEREMIAH 17:5-8

“Thus says the Lord:

‘Cursed is the man who trusts man and makes flesh his strength, whose heart turns away from the Lord. He is like a shrub in the desert, and shall not see any good come. He shall dwell in the parched places of the wilderness, in an uninhabited salt land.

‘Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, whose trust is in the Lord. He is like a tree planted by water that sends out its roots by the stream, and does not fear when heat comes, for its leaves remain green, and is not anxious in the year of drought for it does not cease to bear fruit.'”

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Weekends

One way that you can tell you’re aging is how you view weekends.

Once a child goes to school they realize that weekends hold significance. Growing up it meant sleeping in, Saturday morning cartoons, swimming, playing and just the joy of NOT going to school.

Around the time you enter middle school it becomes a time for hopefully hanging out with friends and if you’re lucky, a sleepover!

When you hit high school you hope and pray that you have a date on Friday or Saturday night and if you don’t have a date you at least hope and pray that you won’t be the loser sitting at home. You’d at least like to be hanging out with friends, or people slightly cooler, or attending a party.

You go away to college and well, I wasn’t a big partier, so for me it wasn’t about the parties. However, I still needed a break from studying and time to have fun with friends and once again hope and pray for a date. Eventually the dates come or the boyfriend comes along and you hang out with him. One on one or in a group, it’s a time to hang out together.

Then you get married and you start working. Weekends become nothing more than time for rest and relaxation. Going out to eat on a Friday night?! Are you crazy?! Restaurants are too crowded and noisy. I’d rather be in my pj’s then deal with those annoying teenagers on dates or hanging out in groups!

Then kids come along, and you become a stay-at-home mom. Your days have no beginnings and no ends. The only significance that comes with weekends is that your husband is home all day, but you’re in such a haze of lack of sleep and keeping your toddler out of, well, EVERYTHING that you don’t even notice when the weekend begins and when it ends.

Then you go back to work, but now you have kids. So weekends are about relaxing, but they’re also about basketball games, family time, birthday parties, and oh yeah, those friends that you’ve been wanting to hang out with. Yes, friends still do exist. (But sometimes you hope the plans get canceled because-man! that was a long work week and you’d rather just get in your pj’s.)

Then because of the wisdom of your husband and other circumstances, you need to quit your job. You’re a stay-at-home mom again, but the kids are now in school. The house is actually PEACEFUL for 2-3 hours a day. You can hear yourself think, get cleaning done, or read a book without interruption. Do you know what happens to weekends then? They become MORE busy then the work week. They are actually somewhat stressful because the house is noisy and full of people. The kids keep messing up what you’ve tried to clean and you have to run around to basketball, birthday parties and other things. And oh yeah, those friends you have… they still exist! At least now you want to hang out because you know that you can where your pj’s most of Monday, if you so wish, so that you can recover from your weekend.

I’m sure as I enter into my next stages of life the meaning of my weekends will change again and again. However, now I will always understand that how you see your weekends says a lot about what stage of life you’re in!

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A Cricket Named Elsa

Lest I ever forget…

A week ago Lydia and a neighborhood friend caught a cricket. She put it in a very small tupperware container with some grass and didn’t close the lid all the way. On the suggestion of a neighborhood mom she put just a drop of water in there as well. Then she told us that the cricket was a “she” and her name was Elsa. Amazingly the cricket survived the night in her bedroom.

The next morning I gave her a bigger tupperware and poked some holes in the top. We went out and got handfuls of grass, put in just the tiniest bit of water and the transferred Elsa to her new home. We kept Elsa as a pet for at least a week. She stayed either in Lydia’s room or in the kids’ bathroom. Then today she decided she needed to let Elsa go, and so she took her outside and released the still alive cricket back into the “wilderness.”

This child amazes me!

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Learning to Ride a Bike

Through our *almost* EIGHT years of parenting we’ve learned some things. Things like:

– It’s important to make gentle transitions when you change baby formula or your baby will projectile vomit onto the man across the aisle on an airplane.

– When buying a portable DVD player for children under the age of 20 you should always, ALWAYS buy them from Walmart with the 1-year warranty. This is because if when it breaks, you call the company they send you a gift card to buy a new DVD player (which of course only costs as much as a new warranty.)

-When something breaks, always get a quote. In other words don’t wait 3 years to fix a bathroom shower because you think it’ll be thousands of dollars only to find out it will be less than $100.

These are just a few things. The most recent learning experience is: when your children are learning to ride a bike, the size of the bike matters. Now, this may sound like common sense… but, well, we learned the hard way.

Two years ago someone gave John a bike. We were so excited because we had been planning on buying one anyway. John riding bikeThe bike was bigger then what we were planning on buying, but that’s ok. It also didn’t come with training wheels, so we started teaching John to ride a bike. One full summer of trying, a school year of forgetting, and another summer of relearning John finally learned to ride his bike. I remember his joyous, triumphant proclamation, “I’m doing it! I’m doing it! I’m really doing it!” Now riding a bike is old news for John. He’s a pro.

Lydia just turned six. For her birthday we bought her a bike. A princess bike complete with a bell and pink, sparkling streamers from the handlebars. This one had training wheels. Man! She loved her bike! She rode it everywhere (and nowhere!) Then one day she asked if we could take off her training wheels. All I could think of was our experience with John and how it took almost 2 summers. She would no longer be able to independently ride her bike. I was bummed. I put it off and told her she’d have to ask daddy. Then last Wednesday, daddy agreed to take off the training wheels. We loaded up our bikes, headed to the park and he was going to give her her first lesson in riding a bike.

Lydia ride bikeI stayed to take a picture of the beginning of the lesson. Aaron started off running and shortly after I took the picture I hear Lydia yelling, “Two hands, daddy! Use TWO hands!” (Daddy was only using one.) I smiled and took off for a lap around the park with John and his friend. This lap is approximately 0.6 miles. On a bike, even with two boys, 0.6 miles does not take that long. When we returned we found Lydia and Aaron. He yells, “Watch this!” So he started running with Lydia. I then hear Lydia scream, “No hands, daddy! PLEASE NO hands!” (Daddy was using one hand) I couldn’t believe it! In less than 10 minutes my daughter was riding a two wheel bike all by herself. And she was CONFIDENT!

This is when we realized… John’s bike was just too big for him when we had originally tried to teach him to ride. Poor kiddo. We’ve learned our lesson and hopefully anyone who reads this can learn from our mistakes!

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