Posted in Home School, Homemaking, Womanhood

You can never go home.

The Prescott Family Home
The Prescott Family Home (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I posted two fun posts awhile back, here and here, but they always bothered me. I think maybe I allowed the posts to get off the point. Perhaps I even mistakenly pointed it in the wrong direction.

I wrote about motherhood, about whether we do anything or not, about pay, about respect, and tried to do so in a humorous way.

From this distance, though, I am beginning to think a tiny bit differently, and that tiny shift can make a big difference.

The whole topic is not about motherhood, as we joked. It is not about pay or even about volunteerism. I have just realized it is not even about work.

If I confused anyone, I am sorry. Pretty sure it was my fault.

So What’s It About?

It is about WHERE we work.

Those who loaf at a polished desk are counted in the work force if that polished desk is not at home.

Those who stay actively busy for 20 out of 24 hours, producing, advancing society, trying to improve life for everyone they touch, are not counted in the work force, if they do all this at home.

This is really, truly, about the destruction and devaluation of the home, and, guilty by association, the stay-at-home woman.

Go home. If you do, you will finally grasp what life is all about.

Posted in Home School, Inspiring, Wisdom

Overheard – Patience in Affliction

Be patient, then, brothers, until the Lord’s coming. See how the farmer waits for the land to yield its valuable crop and how patient he is for the autumn and spring rains. You too, be patient and stand firm, because the Lord’s coming is near. James 5:7b-8

The farmer waits. Crops must germinate, grow, ripen. So must your life. Wait.Faking patience. Our own thinking tells us, of course, the lack of affliction causes us to act patient.

That is true.

And as long as all we are concerned with is acting the part, a lack of affliction will suffice.

True patience. The Word of God has a different take on it.

God says we need affliction, troubles, problems, even suffering, in order to learn true patience.

Fake patience will evaporate in any trial. And trials will come.

You know it, too: No pain, no gain, right?

James uses the farmer to illustrate the necessity of waiting and the reward for patience.

When a farmer plants his seeds, he knows that he will have to work and wait before he will see the fruit of his labor. First he tills the ground. Then he plants seed and prays for rain. In a few days he sees something coming up through the ground.

What would you think of a farmer who harvested his crop after those few days’ growth? Would he have anything worth eating or selling?

No, he needs to wait more, be patient more. He wants a strong, mature crop. That takes time. He has to work—tilling, weeding, irrigating—and wait until the process is complete. If he harvests too early, he will ruin it.

Parents must be patient too.

The first nine months seem to go forever. It’s a difficult wait, but a good chance to do the work of accumulating baby supplies. The next few hours of working and waiting for delivery to be over can seem like forever, too. We do warp time, don’t we!

But immediately after that all waiting is over, right? Wrong.

It’s time for a different time warp.

Parents work for years, caring for a child and instilling in him the training, discipline and encouragement he needs to mature enough to survive on his own.

Sometimes it seems like one step forward and two steps back. After all, they DO say we spend two years teaching a child to walk and talk, and the rest of their lives teaching them to sit down and hush. Heh heh.

It’s that way for every parent. Do not think for one minute that if you ditch your child, you will relieve yourself of the waiting, of the work of learning patience. You don’t really know patience unless you’ve waited for a prodigal.

Yes, child-rearing takes patience. In the same way, our Father is patiently training, disciplining, encouraging, and maturing us—through our afflictions—to be more like Jesus.

Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. James 1:4

As we anticipate the rewards of patience, we can endure whatever happens in our lives. We can cope when we remember that heaven is forever and earth is passing. When the ground is shaking all around us and we are tempted to despair, we know God loves us and is with us. We can be patient because we know Jesus will come again and all bad things in life will finally be set right.

We do not merit any blessing from God, regardless of our personal right-doings. All blessings come from God’s mercy, and without God’s mercy and compassion toward us, we would be at Satan’s pleasure all the time and life on earth would be like Hell.

As it clearly is, for some people.

Same for our children. We love them and show them compassion, supplying their every need, for no reason other than our loving mercy. When we do not, their lives are like hell.

Never forget that.

If we want the blessing of whole adult offspring, we must humble ourselves and patiently endure the working and waiting.

The masses…

As a farmer waits for germination, growth, and ripening, so we must wait for our lives to show progress.

Most people today are characterized by impatience and love of ease. They are motivated by immediate and shallow rewards. They seem unwilling to work and wait. They are lured by lottery, credit card debt, and get-rich-quick schemes. They look to preachers who will feed this attitude, teaching Godliness as a means of gain. They have itching ears.

Quitting seems easier.

We should work and wait for the autumn rains. Really.

Don’t quit.

Especially do not quit on your family.

Posted in Health, Inspiring

Eye Update

"Slit lamp examination of Eyes in an Opht...
“Slit lamp examination of Eyes in an Ophthalmology Clinic” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

You may have noticed my vision is not what it used to be.

You may remember my long ago posts about eye health and the lovely treatments I have received at the hands of an expert ophthalmologist, a pioneer in treating exactly the condition I have suffered: macular edema (ME).

Well, in the words of his assistant, who saw me last Friday, “I have exceptional news for you!”

I did not need a treatment.

I am so excited.

The situation was a bit humorous at first. In my daze of happiness, I automatically exited the exam room and headed for the back hallway where those who need further treatment wait while trying to encourage each other. It is hard, even after two years, to allow someone to give us a shot in the eyeball. For some it is really hard. We have to psyche ourselves up and, some of us being old, we don’t always do a very good job of it.

Sometimes, as the day for an appointment approaches, my husband will catch me sighing or shivering and ask me what is wrong.

I usually tell him, “Oh, just trying not to think about it.”

I don’t have to tell him “what” I’m (not) thinking about anymore.

Anyway, as I headed for the “back row”, the doctor and nurses laughed and reminded me I did NOT need a shot and could leave.

Weird.

I got used to it very quickly, though.

Usually, after the shot, I would drive (I could still see, see?) to the nearest posh restaurant and treat myself to one of their marvelous salads, for being a good girl. Sometimes, if I’d done poorly and felt sorry for myself, I’d add one of their marvelous cheesecakes or a cloud of a tiramisu.

NO CHANGES, THERE, LAST FRIDAY!

The big change—and what seemed oddest—was not needing a Kleenex for my poor eyes, which would usually be irritated by the antiseptics used to prepare the area for this invasive procedure.

But hey! It has worked!

If, at the next monthly checkup, I still can read 20/50 and the ultrasound still looks great, I’ll be switched to every 3 months for my checkups. What a relief!

I am very, very thankful.

But I think I’ll miss my friends on the back row . . .

Posted in Blessings of Habit, Inspiring, Scripture

Overheard: Binding up a Broken Heart

Note: I did not overhear this in church, this time. I was too sick to go to church.
So I have taken the Scripture reference from what I know of the sermon and invented my own application to some of my recent life happenings.
If you have recently been disappointed in any huge thing, you will not like what follows. I did not like it. But it is truth; it has the power to liberate . . .
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Plans fall through.

Disappointments happen.

It’s all a part of life and we all do all we can to prevent it. We use words such as if a lot, to remind each other of the fact that we don’t always get our own ways on every subject.

And usually we are okay with that. We use all sorts of philosophical gymnastics to assure ourselves we are okay with it. We wink and say things such as, if the creeks don’t rise, to remind everyone we do have limitations.

We have lots of limitations, in fact. Gravity is one. The number of hours of daylight is another. The inability to be in two places at once is still another. This could be a long list, much of it understood, much of it jokingly passed around as reminders of our mortality.

But sometimes we develop what we hope are immutable plans and think the fact that we want something badly, that it is very important to us, will make it happen.

If we are thwarted, we tend to come unglued. We’ve all seen this.

(Or have done it.)

Let’s take apart what is really happening, and try to learn from our mistakes.

First, a couple of passages from Scripture:

What causes fights and quarrels among you? Don’t they come from your desires that battle within you? You want something but you don’t get it. You kill and covet but you cannot have what you want. You quarrel and fight. You do not have because you do not ask God. When you ask, you do not receive, because you ask with wrong motives, that you may spend what you get on your pleasures. James 4:1-3

Now listen, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we will go to this or that city, spend a year there, carry on business and make money.” Why you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes. Instead, you ought to say, “If it is the Lord’s will, we will live and do this or that.” As it is, you boast and brag. All such boasting is evil. James 4:13-16

Okay, we’ll add a few verses I skipped, later, but examine these, above. How simply laid out it is! That “coming unglued” we see others do (or that we do ourselves) simply springs from the following:

  1. Not getting what we want.
  2. Not asking God.
  3. Having wrong motives.
  4. Forgetting we are mortal.
  5. Boasting and bragging.

1. When Self Does not Get What Self Wants

Oh, we’re supposed to set goals, be organized, have vision, etc., and if we are smart, we will always have some sort of “plan B” on the back burner, but really — we want what we want when we want it, don’t we? I mean, we firmly plant our hopes in our “A” plans, don’t we?

Our grandson recently celebrated his first birthday. A family tradition is to let the 1-year-old celebrator sort of investigate the cake at close range, while we take photos of facial changes as he samples his first ever smears of frosting. After a while, we rescue what is left of the cake, give him his own piece to finish decimating, and enjoy our own samples. Mmm!

This year, though, when we removed the confection for slicing, our grandson broke out in real tears of total disappointment, thinking those few samples would be all there was coming. Not until we laughingly handed him his own piece (while photographing the face at all times, of course) could he be comforted. He never guessed he’d get his own, couldn’t be expected to grasp that eating the whole thing was unthinkable.

And we can self-apply this easily, on a larger scale, I am sure.

2. When We Think We Know it Is Okay with God.
(But We Neglect to Ask)

When I teach a friend how to do home canning, I often lend things like jars and even a canner, making it less costly for  her, should she decide this is just not the way for her, and helping her see the expense will be worth it to buy her own, if she makes the choice to continue. One year, though, in such a situation, I came home to discover one of my students had been at my house and had helped herself to jars. Thinking she could not possibly wait to do another batch and feeling sure I would not mind, she had not waited to ask.

I minded.

The jars I lend are modern, flawless, regular canning jars. The jars she’d helped herself to were antique, family heirlooms made of gorgeous, thick, blue glass and having a nick or two, here and there.

And she learned, I hope: In the process, she broke a jar that had belonged to my husband’s grandmother. Her beans were ruined, being full of glass shards, and I was not happy with her, at all. I had been happy to lend, but not to find my property invaded and plundered and ruined in that way. And she was rather insulted when I suggest she buy some jars.

Self-apply this, to our relationship with our Heavenly Teacher.

3. When Our Motives Are Wrong

I think what comes to my mind most often, here, is the bad motive for marriage. How many young girls dream of marrying a doctor or lawyer or some other “rich” guy, especially if he’s tall, dark, and handsome? Why? Because it would be fun to be rich and famous or something? How many feel horribly disappointed when we don’t get that? How many feel horribly disappointed after we do get exactly that? Not too hard to see, is it? (Don’t get me wrong: Many handsome lawyers are also Godly men. It’s the wrong motive that can lead to disaster.)

And here, I insert a bit of the left-out Scripture:

Don’t you know that friendship with the world is hatred toward God? Anyone who chooses to be a friend of the world becomes an enemy of God. James 4:4

Well.

That certainly can explain a few things, can’t it. When we are God’s enemies, why should He help our lives along any?

4. When We Forget We Are Mortal

More important than forgetting we are mortal is the truth lying behind it: We think we are God. Oh, the grief we cause ourselves when we slide down this slope. Exists there any hope for recovery?

Let’s hope it.

Rather than list a bad example, here, I am going to relate an amazing example of doing this the right way:

David Wilkerson, a famous preacher in New York, had planned an enormous event involving many guest speakers to appear at his church the exact week of the bombing of the Twin Towers. (Only, no one on earth knew this was coming, yet.) (Well, few knew . . . )

But God knew.

And God put it into David Wilkerson’s heart to cancel the event. He could not explain why. He just knew when God was making His will undeniably clear, and he knew this was one of those times. So he obediently cancelled the event. This was a difficult decision, making him look idiotic, and not at all what he had envisioned; even hugely disappointing. Until . . .

. . . After the destruction fell upon us, there was David’s church, near the site, geared up for thousands who were not coming, (and who were protected from coming) praying to learn what God’s alternative plan might be, with no other agenda for days and days. They were totally prepared, without even knowing it, to be God’s hands and feet of mercy, care, sustenance, and assistance.

It gives me goose bumps and tears, even now, to think of it, of what he risked to do God’s will, and what he gained in return. I want to be like that, with God, and not bombastic like those who think they are God.

5. When We Boast and Brag

Boasting in ourselves is evil. We should never boast in anything but the wondrous work Christ Jesus had done in us, through us, with us, and for us. His death, His gifting us with Life, His empowering us to do anything right, His paving the way, His leading and teaching us, and many other things from Him are the only things we can claim of any worth. He did it all; he does it all. And really, that’s all that matters. Then, if He wills, we will live another day, and carry on.

Do you believe that?

Posted in Believe it or not!, Home School, Who's the mom here?

Please Follow This and Act. Thanks.

Location of Uberlingen
Location of Uberlingen*

In January of 2008, the Jugendamt (Germany’s youth welfare office) and police officials surrounded the Gorber family’s Uberlingen home in a surprise raid. Mr. Gorber was away from home at the time of the raid, visiting his wife at a local hospital where she had been admitted, due to complications from her pregnancy with their ninth child. Despite the children’s repeated protests, all but the oldest son, age 21, and a daughter, age 20, were taken into custody by the authorities.

The siblings reported that the 7-year-old was gripped around the waist by a youth home music teacher, dragged kicking and screaming across the courtyard, and thrown into a van. The terrified 3-year-old clung to his 20-year-old sister so tightly that even the police and Jugendamt official could not separate them. Both had to be taken to the youth home, where at last the little fellow’s strength gave out and he was taken into custody. [ . . . ]

Read more here.

[ . . . ] This is especially out of the ordinary when nearly all other western European democracies allow for homeschooling by either constitution, law, or practice. Even formerly communist eastern European countries are loosening up their laws and regulations to allow homeschoolers freedom. Far from escaping the rigidly uniformitarian ideas about society that prevailed in Hitler’s Germany, today’s authorities seem to be perpetuating it through their treatment of German homeschoolers. [ . . . ]

Read more here.

The article behind the links, here, will lead you to what we can do. Your signature is needed. Go there. Thanks.

*photo: Wikipedia

Posted in Womanhood

Whatever Works – Water in the Gasoline

English: An antique tractor – A very early, ha...
An antique tractor – A very early, hand-built gasoline powered tractor. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I had some fun yesterday! My tutoring job was canceled because my student had testing, instead, so I made use of the time by making a run to town.

Or trying to make a run to town.

I got as far as the discount store and my Ford truck wouldn’t go. If I tried to let it idle, it sounded like a Ford tractor, instead. Are tractors only 2-cylinder? Let’s just say it was missing a bit. And it would die, not idle.

This truck is really new — still under warranty.

I’m no race car driver, but somehow I managed to manipulate the gas, gears, and brakes enough to get the thing across the street to our favorite tire guy. We don’t have any engine-repair places, and this guy knows all anyone needs to know, anyway.

Of course, being in the tire business, he has no diagnostic computers for engines, but never mind. Even his young assistant knew what the procedure should be. As our tire friend sat in the cab of my truck and manipulated the keys in the ignition, the young assistant ducked, unbidden, under the truck to listen.

Then our friend asked, “Do you hear it humming?”

The young assistant nodded “yes.”

Whatever that was about, it was not about tires. I felt myself in good hands.

However, this first responder triage diagnosis was: water in the gas. As I tried to remember aloud where we had recently bought gas, he kept saying, “I buy gas there all the time. That shouldn’t be a problem place to get it.” He said ‘sorry’ and he couldn’t really help me, that I should take it to the dealership, but I was welcome to park in his lot.

I’m so thankful for small-town friendliness!

I called hubs and he said to bring it on home after I got groceries.

I was scared.

But I did it.

I don’t know how.

It kept wanting to die when it coasted down hill. If I did not keep it revved, it chugged and jerked a lot, as if I were just learning to drive a manual shift. It kept trying to die whenever it idled, and succeeded a couple of times, so I prayed a lot for clear intersections so I would not have to come to a full stop. I hardly had any brakes, anyway, as they were power brakes and there was not much power, or something.

I slipped through several stop signs with a promise to stop twice next time.

Although the speed limit going home is 55 mph, I kept it to 40 or so, except for downhill, since I had to give it gas at all times to keep it from dying.

It was a very blessed feeling finally to arrive home and coast the last 50 yards, since it had died but we have a parking spot that is downhill from the road.

And I’ve thought of another way you can get you some momentum:

Keep your nutrition up or else you’ll be:

39/365 Tired
Tired — Mykl Roventine