Lord Let Me Teach!

"The Lord our God, the Lord is One...You shall teach them diligently to your children, and shall talk of them when you sit in your house..." Deuteronomy 6:4,7

Homeschooling has been a welcomed adventure for me. I have known before I had kids that God had called me to homeschool. I am not one of those everyone should home school soap box preachers. I don't think that we have the "best" curriculum and EVERYONE should use it. When people ask me why I home school, the honest answer is because God told me too. In trials that I have faced recently my assurance of making it through has been that still small voice reminding me that I have been called to teach my children.

Recently, in many venues, I have been challenged to let the gospel come to life. The challenge has stuck to me like glue. And honestly, I have been very discourage at what a poor job I do at communicating the gospel. Sure God provides the opportunity to communicate but I stumble bumble or just stay quiet. So, what does all this have to do with home schooling... good question?

Struggle would be the word that would describe the past month with Caedmon. He has confessed His sins to God and called on Christ and His Blood to save Him. So that puts everyday living in a different light for him even though he doesn't realize it.

Also with the conviction of not commicating the gospel well God has reavealed to me that the way I speak to my children is not appropriate. If I wonder why I get so much attitude and grumbling I only need to look at my words to them. Need less to say the Holy Spirit has been working over time in my heart the past week. Praise The Lord!!

So, this morning during school, Caedmon and I were flying through the activities and assignments, it was going to be a record day! Then we came to the final assignment. Writing numbers. Now, normally, I would ask him to complete the assignment and then busy my self with prep for the next day. But today was different. I wanted to see just how he was doing his work. And what I found was interesting. Halfway... tracing... halfway... writing... so I asked him to erase and write it again... then something amazing happened. He got offended. "This is the best I can do! I can't make it any better!" Now, honestly, left to my flesh I would have steamed off and called it a day sending him to his room. However, my spirit was longing to see the gospel come alive. So, I prayed to myself, asking the Holy Spirit to fill me with patience and wisdom. Taking in a deep breath, Caedmon wrote and rewrote number 80-89 at least two times each! He was so angry at me.

My heart was breaking as I saw the sin that was in his heart toward me and God. So, we stopped for a moment. I reminded Caedmon that school is an act of worship, because we are learning for the glory of God. We don't know the plans that God has for him and so we need to be diligent to learn everything to His glory. I pointed out his sin of anger and frustration. I told him that he could do better and I was not going to limit the power of God to help him. Then I gave him the choice, he could repent and continue to finish writing his numbers, or he could go to his room and in his bed cool off and repent. In deep anger and frustration he almost screamed... "I WANT TO ASK JESUS TO FORGIVE ME!" So, we put the pencil down, he came and sat in my lap and he prayed. "Jesus thank you that you will get rid of my anger toward my mommy and give me a new heart. Holy Spirit help me to do my numbers with a happy heart. In Jesus Name Amen." The Holy Spirit was in my bedroom this morning as Caedmon and I were worshiping Elohim writing the numbers 80-100!

The gospel came alive...

The moments that should...

Ryan has in the recent pasted called me "The Angry Woman"... for good reason. It takes so little to set me off that it is beginning to amaze me. In those moments that should propel me into a person that is more like Christ, I cower in the corner and do my normal thing. Instead of trusting and leaning I scream and throw. The race is hard... God is sovereign... my race in comparison to the thousands who are truly suffering around the world is laughable at best. So, in the moments that should take me to the redemptive power of Your blood, may my heart be willing to follow you there and respond appropriately.

Lord Let me See!

Driving home this morning I realized that God has given His children eyes to see what is unseen. The thought overwhelmed me as I looked back over the past year. I am moved at images of Anneke sitting in her kitchen, bald, dressed in a bath robe unable to discern whether her spoon was a cigarette or not. As she would place the spoon in her mouth and reach for her lighter then it would hit her that she can't smoke her spoon. These, at the time, where heartbreaking images. This women of elegance and beauty was "reduced" to a bath robe and no hair. However, now I look back and through the wisdom of God am able to understand that without that robe and without that bald head Anneke would be living on this planet dead in her sins. With the eyes of God lifes most tragic moments takes on a whole new meaning.

Honestly, I like being sad about things that are sad. But then God says to me like a Father showing a child something magical through a telescope "Come hear and look at this..." Then I see the same characters, the same surroundings but everything is drastically different. The Hand of God is over, in and around the people, situation, and surroundings and my perspective MUST change. Because with God all things are possible and therefore there is always hope and joy.

So again this morning as I was reflecting and allowing God's perspective to grab my heart... my thoughts wander to the future... there are so many hard things that I know await many people that I love, there are wonderful things too. Lord, Let me See (with Your eyes)!

Lord Let Me Know You

Lord you are knowable. You have revealed yourself, your love, your character in your word. Open our ears that you created, our hearts that you formed and our minds that you fashioned so we can know you, love you and understand your salvation through Christ's blood.

Lord Let Me Pray

Prayer is a precious way to communicate with God. We don't try to change God's mind, but we seek to commune with Him so that He can change our hearts. Through prayer we understand who God is and He opens our eyes to see how He is working, where He wants us to be, and we find peace when we don't understand because of All that He has revealed about Himself.

Please post prayer request here. He cares about everything so lets talk to Him about it!

Lord Let Me Sing

Lord Let Me Sing is a lyric from an Andrew Peterson song. I love to sing. The Lord has given me time after time to sing praises to Him, lead others in praise of Him and He has given my heart songs that are just for Him. He also gives me things to write about. All of which I find as another way to sing. I don't write things because I think people will read and be better for it, nor do I just write for the sake of writing. This page is for those times that He fills my heart and mind with something and I just need to let it out. If you are reading this, my prayer is that you would find Christ in the words and be changed by Him.