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I’ve mentioned before that I’m not the greatest cook in the world, but I think I may have reached new heights in today’s cooking adventure.  And really, it wasn’t a matter of making something that tasted bad, it was a matter of being completely absent minded in the kitchen.  The only thing that crossed my mind as I began putting ingredients in my bowl is that I didn’t have any zucchini (the recipe was originally titled “chocolate chip zucchini muffins.”  They were doomed from the start.)    I DID, however, have a couple of peaches in the refrigerator that needed to be used (I’m not even going to begin to comment on the genius behind substituting peaches for zucchini.) So I grated up my peaches (peaches don’t grate well, by the way) and put them in the bowl. I continued down the list, adding flour, salt, baking powder (the wrong amount of baking powder, incidentally) to the bowl until I got to “eggs,” and realized we only had one. Oops! So I jumped online and found that I could use bananas as an egg substitute, as well as flax seed. (In the interest of making these as healthy as I could, I added both.)  I continued on until I came to “1c honey” and realized we were out of that, too! AND we didn’t have any sugar. (Are you beginning to see a pattern here?  The worst part is that I knew we were out of sugar and honey before I ever even started, it just didn’t occur to me until I already had everything else inside the bowl.) I wasn’t about to give up, though, so I scrounged around, trying to find something to use as a sugar substitute and came up with… a can of pineapples. (I get points for sheer ingenuity, right?)  When it came time to add the chocolate chips, I  only had two cups (the recipe called for three), so I decided to add almonds as a filler (I don’t know, they’re both small and solid, it made sense to me at the time.)   But, of course, I didn’t have enough of them, either (you can’t make this stuff up, people.)

In the end, though, they actually weren’t half bad! For anyone wanting to purposefully repeat this muffin disaster (it is, after all, full of healthy stuff!) here is the recipe (keep in mind, it’s tripled for our family):

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6 c. flour

3 tsp salt

3 tsp baking soda

1 1/2 tsp baking powder

1 c. cocoa

1 egg

2 bananas

3 tbsp flax seed + 6 tbsp water

2 c. oil (I used roughly 1 1/2 cups of coconut oil and 1/2 cup olive oil… because we were getting low on coconut oil, too :::rolls eyes:::)

3 c. pineapple puree

2 c. chocolate chips

(approx.) 1/2 c. slivered almonds

(approx) 1/2 c. walnuts

2 grated peaches

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Enjoy!

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Years ago, kids could make extra money by trapping raccoons. They would build a trap by drilling a small hole into a log and dropping a piece of foil into the bottom of the hole. Around the hole, nails were driven in at angles so that the sharp ends pointed toward the center of the hole. A raccoon’s natural curiosity will cause him to investigate this, and upon finding the piece of foil he will slip his tiny hand between the nails to take his new-found treasure. The only problem is that once his hand is wrapped around the foil it no longer fits through the nails, and the raccoon becomes trapped. The only thing keeping the coon from freedom is that tiny piece of foil in his little fisted hand. All he needs to do is let it go, and he will be free. But he won’t do that. The hunter who sets his traps will come back and beat that little raccoon to death, while he holds fast to his piece of foil. He will die with it wrapped tightly in his hand.

What a powerful illustration of sin in my life. I have been that little raccoon, holding so fast to my sin that I won’t let it go, even while Jesus stands coaxing me away from the trap, urging me to open my hand. Jesus has given me everything He has, but I want my own little piece of worthlessness.

Each of us have things we hold tightly to. Things that God wants us to give over to Him so that we can experience true freedom in Christ. But we’re often unwilling to let go, no matter the cost. How little we understand what our “treasures” cost us. How little we understand what can be gained if we’ll only let go of those things which hinder us, tie us down, and eventually cause our spiritual (and even physical) death.

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Therefore, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. (Hebrews 12:1-2)

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Recently, I posted a comment that has gotten a lot of attention and sparked several discussions over on Mrs. P’s blog.  In it, the reader writes: “I met my soul mate at 44. I am married and am having a very hard time deciding whether I should go back to see my soul mate and spend the rest of my life with him or stay in my marriage and keep the family happy but endure the pain of loosing my soul mate. What should I do? Wouldn’t God want me to be happy?”  I asked Mrs. P to address her question, publicly, while I privately answered some questions specifically addressed to me (privately because she asked some very personal questions.)  As I mentioned, it sparked some interesting conversation on Mrs. P’s blog.  Once again, I feel that this issue is to important to get lost in the comments section.  So, I’m bringing my part of the conversation  here.  To read all of the comments in their original format, check out the article “Wouldn’t God Want Me to be Happy?

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As a culture, we’ve bought into the idea that there is only one “soul mate” out there for everyone. We’ve bought into “the supposition that God has somewhere out there that one person exactly right for each of us to find and marry. Hence widespread and heightened anxiety that ‘I might be making a mistake,’ for well you might if there is only a single person genuinely fit for you in a world of several million. This is searching for a unique needle in a haystack full of needles” (1). We take no account to the idea that a person can BECOME our “soul mate,” with effort and commitment. Even worse is the lie that a marriage is somehow “less than” if we haven’t married our “soul mate.”

But what if marriage isn’t about finding our soul mate in the first place? I don’t disagree that finding and marrying your soul mate is a wonderful thing, but is this what marriage should be built on? C.S. Lewis, in his book The Screwtape Letters, writes from the perspective of a demon ridiculing our culture’s obsession with romanticism. The demon gloats: “Humans who have not the gift of [sexual abstinence] can be deterred from seeking marriage as a solution because they do not find themselves ‘in love,’ and, thanks to us, the idea of marrying with any other motive seems to them low and cynical. Yes, they think that. They regard the intention of loyalty to a partnership for mutual help, for the preservation of chastity, and for the transmission of life, as something lower than a storm of emotion.”

In his book, The Sacred Marriage, Gary Thomas writes: “What if God didn’t design marriage to be “easier”? What if God had an end in mind that went beyond our happiness, our comfort, and our desire to be infatuated and happy as if the world were a perfect place? What if God designed marriage to make us holy more than to make us happy?”

He goes on to write: “marriage is one of many life situations that help me to draw my sense of meaning, purpose, and fulfillment from God. [My wife] can’t make me happy, not in an ultimate sense… We need to remind ourselves of the ridiculousness of looking for something from other humans that only God can provide…. The first purpose in marriage- beyond happiness, sexual expression, the bearing of children, companionship, mutual care and provision, or anything else – is to please God. The challenge, of course, is that it is utterly selfless living; rather than asking, “what will make me happy?’ we are told that we must ask, ‘what will make God happy?’ [Paul writes]: ‘those who live should no longer live for themselves but for him who died for them and was raised again’ (2 cor 5:15)… Happiness may well be beyond [us] but spiritual maturity isn’t – and I value character far above my emotional disposition.”

Does God want me to be happy? I’ll answer that this way: God wants me to be blessed. I married a man with whom I have a holy history. I married a man to whom I made a vow before God to love and to cherish and there is no relationship I have with anyone else that will ever be as sacred as the one I have with him. Including a relationship with my “soul mate.” Nothing and no one will ever bless my life more than living inside the will of God, and God’s will for me is my marriage.

“What God has joined together let no man separate” (Mark 10:9).

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(1) Why Christians Have Lousy Sex Lives http://www.highlandsministriesonline.org/articles/lousySexLives.php

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Gamli’el*

I learned something very powerful from a friend once.  Before she married she made some decisions that put her somewhat deeply in debt.  When she got married, she and her husband spoke at length about this debt and her husband made the decision to allow her to stay at home and do the things they felt God calling her to do (Titus 2:5), assuming her debt and working to pay it off for her.  God spoke to her through this action, and told her that just as her husband had taken it upon himself to assume her financial debt, so God has taken it upon Himself to assume her spiritual debt.

This thought came back to me today, as I was thinking about an old friend,  whom I once hurt very deeply.  In my immaturity, the wound I created caused a rift so deep that even when I apologized to her, she could not find it in herself to move on in a friendship with me.  I don’t blame her for this.  The wound was deep and even now I’m ashamed of the way I treated her, and the things I said.  Today, as I was thinking of her and once again in agony over the things I said to her, God gently reminded me of the principle that he had taught my friend, through her husband’s actions.

I cannot change what I said to my friend whom I wounded so deeply.  But I CAN ask God to recompense her for the things that I did.  I can ask God to give her a friend who will uplift her and support her and encourage her and do all the things I didn’t do.  I can ask Him to heal her of the wounds that I caused.  I can ask Him to go beyond healing her, and use those wounds to do something wonderful in her life.  I can ask Him to restore unto her “what the locusts have eaten” (Joel 2:25).

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*Gamli’el is the name of our fifth child.  It means “recompense of God” in Hebrew and was a name I chose after suffering a miscarriage, and finding out a few months later that God had blessed us once again.  I happened to google the name just a moment ago, and found the following definition: “Hebrew name meaning ‘God is my reward/recompense’ indicating the loss of one or more earlier children in the family.” I had no idea.

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Our discernment of people, situations, and circumstances becomes distorted.

Our reactions to those around us, our conversations, and our connections to others are affected by the lie that governs our perception.

We see threats where none exist, and abandon others out of the fear that we might be abandoned.

We seek proof that we are contemptible.

We manipulate those around us to answer our own accusations.

We watch, wait, and seek opportunities to validate our false reality.

We see injury where none exists, threats where there are no threats, and rejection where there is not any.

We hurt others before they can hurt us, sometimes without ever realizing the pain we’re causing, or knowing that we have.

We sabotage relationships, harden our hearts to true intimacy and distance ourselves from those who may need us most, or whom we need most.

And although we might keep ourselves from being hurt, we rob ourselves of two of the greatest of human needs… love and fellowship. We also hinder our own ministry. For how can we truly love those around us if we fear being hurt by them?

If we never produce a Judas, we’ll never produce a Peter.

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Recently, I received a comment on one of my articles entitled “I Didn’t Marry My Soul Mate” that raises what I feel are some important questions.  Rather than allowing the answers to get lost in the obscurity of the comments section, I’m bringing it up here.  Joanne writes:

“This is a truly beautiful thing that is written. After I read it, I realized I wanted to ask you a question. Did you ever meet your soul mate? A lot of people never meet their soul mate till they die. So if they’ve never felt these feelings with someone special then they are not in the position to say that their husband is a better choice. I met my soul mate at 44. I am married and am having a very hard time deciding whether I should go back to see my soul mate and spend the rest of my life with him or stay in my marriage and keep the family happy but endure the pain of loosing my soul mate. What should I do? Wouldn’t God want me to be happy?”

I believe this is an issue that effects many marriages, but few are willing to admit the problem and address it head-on. I’ve asked for the help of two friends to answer these questions.  Here is the first of these responses, written by a friend and fellow blogger, Mrs. Parunak of Pursuing Titus 2:

Dear Friend,

Many people might expect me to start out talking to you about promises, and wedding vows, and how divorce will hurt your children (if you have any), and how it devastates society and isn’t good for you, and how you’ll actually be happier in the long run if you stay with your husband, etc. But instead, I’d like to talk to you about: steak. See, I think the real heart of your question is not the part about your soul mate. I think the real heart of your question comes at the end where you ask, “Wouldn’t God want me to be happy?” I think the fact that you apply that question to a situation in which you are contemplating leaving your husband for another man demonstrates that you’ve been fed lies in two critical areas: what God wants, and what will make you happy…

Read the rest here:  Wouldn’t God Want Me to Be Happy?

A Poem

I’m not a great lover of poetry.  Allegory, in general, usually goes right over my head.  But when I was in college, just before God completely turned my world upside down, I read the following poem and it touched me, deeply. This poem became my prayer, the cry of my heart, although I never actually spoke the words outloud to God.  I’ve never forgotten it.  I was thinking of it again today, and wanted to share…

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Batter my heart, three person’d God; for, you

As yet but knocke, breathe, shine, and seeke to mend;

That I may rise, and stand, o’erthrow mee,’and bend

Your force, to breake, blow, burn and make me new.

I, like an usurpt towne, to’another due,

Labour to’admit you, but Oh, to no end,

Reason your viceroy in mee, mee should defend,

But is captiv’d, and proves weake or untrue.

Yet dearley’I love you,’and would be loved faine,

But am betroth’d unto your enemie:

Divorce mee,’untie, or breake that knot againe,

Take mee to you, imprison mee, for I

Except you’enthrall mee, never shall be free,

Nor ever chast, except you ravish mee.

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Bedtime with Bitty

A good friend reminded us the other day that he faithfully visits our blog, but hasn’t seen any new updates in a while (hint, hint.)  So today I thought I’d pull one from the archive of our sorely neglected family blog, Loads of Laundry and Laughter.  This one’s for you, Brian:

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Here is a typical evening in our home. Last night, after changing two diapers, putting pull-ups on two of the girls, feeding the baby his oatmeal and brushing four sets of teeth, the kids were ready for bed. We got them in their beds, told them not to get up any more, and this is what transpired:

Bitty (our youngest girl) walks into the living room with the throw blanket from the living room couch.

Bitty: “I need some covers.”

Mommy: “You have the blanket.”

Bitty: “I don‘t like it.”

Mommy: “Well, your covers need to be washed so you’ll have to use the blanket.”

She leaves the living room without the blanket.

Bitty returns to the living room.

Bitty: “Does Bundle have some covers?”

Mommy: “Yes, but she’s using her covers. Use the blanket.”

Bitty: “It‘s not comfortable.”

Mommy: “I’m sorry, Bitty, but it’s the only one we have.”

She leaves the living room, again without the blanket.

Bitty returns to the living room.

Bitty: “Can I sleep with my horse?”

Mommy: “Yes.”

Bitty: “I don’t know where it is.”

Mommy: “Go look for it and then go to bed.”

She leaves the living room.

Bitty returns to the living room.

Bitty: “I can’t find my horse.”

Mommy: “I don’t know where it is. We’ll look for it in the morning.”

Bitty: “Can I ask Bunchkin where my horse is?”

Mommy: “Yes, ask her then go to bed.”

She leaves the living room.

Bitty returns to the living room with Bunchkin.

Bunchkin: “Have you seen Bitty’s horse?”

Mommy: “No, but you both need to go to bed. Look in the bedrooms and if you can’t find it, we’ll look for it in the morning.”

They leave the living room.

Bitty returns to the living room.

Bitty: “Can I get a different horse?”

Mommy: “Yes. Bitty, I want you to look at me” (sometimes this must be done to ensure I have her complete attention.) She looks. “I want you to go to bed now and Do. Not. Get. Up. Again. Unless it’s an emergency.”

Bitty: “Yes ma’am.”

She leaves the living room.

Bitty returns to the living room

Bitty: “Can you get me some water?” (this is considered an emergency.)

Mommy gets up to get water. Gives it to Bitty. “Goodnight, Bitty.”

Bitty: “Goodnight, Mama.”

She leaves the living room.

Bitty returns to the living room

Bitty: “I need to go potty.” (another emergency.)

Mommy: “That’s fine. Go potty and then get in the bed.”

Bitty: “Yes ma’am.”

She leaves the living room.

She returns to the living room.

Bitty: “Mama, I peed.”

Mommy: “That’s good Bitty. Now listen to me. You have your water, and you’ve gone potty. There shouldn’t be any other emergencies so I don’t want you out of bed again.”

Bitty: “Yes ma’am.”

She leaves the living room.

Bitty (calling from her bedroom): “Mama!”

Mommy: “Come here,” (I’m too tired to get up.)

Bitty returns to the living room.

Bitty: “Can I get the blanket?”

SHE’S HERE!!!

Just a quick post to let you know…

The newest addition to our family was born a few weeks ago, weighing 9lbs and 22 inches long, and is an absolute joy.  I plan to post her birth story as soon as possible (which, at the rate I’m currently getting things done, might be a few months!)  :)   Oh – and to everyone who has written a comment and has been waiting on me to respond, I finally did!  Just go to the post you commented on, and you’ll see my response in the comments section.  I’m sorry it took me so long to get back with you all!

I Didn’t Marry My Soul Mate

I didn’t marry a man who likes what I like.
I didn’t marry a man who wants what I want.
I didn’t marry a romantic man or a rich man, or a man who loves to cuddle.
I didn’t marry a man who meets all of my needs, understands me completely, or can finish my sentences.

I didn’t marry my soul mate.

I married a man who has been with me for almost ten years.  I married a man who has laughed with me, cried with me and held my hand through the birth of five children and the death of another.  I married a man who doesn’t understand me, but is willing to listen.  I married a man who has seen me at my worst, and loved me anyway.  I married the father of my children.

I didn’t marry my soul mate.

I married the only man who knows my children the way that I know them.  I married the only man who remembers me as a blushing bride and a first time mother.  I married the only man who saw my tumble off our marital bed and still laughs about it.  I married the only man who knows which pillow is my favorite and which side of the bed I like to sleep on. I married the only man who can look at my children with the love of a parent who sees himself in their eyes.

I didn’t marry my soul mate.

A few moments ago, my youngest son came to me, holding a picture from our wedding day.  In it, my husband and I are kissing.  My son smiled up at me and said “That’s Mommy and Daddy!”  What a beautiful thing, for a child to hold his parents, together.  In a picture, and in life.

I didn’t marry my soul mate.
I married my husband.  And somehow, that’s enough.

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She’s Just Fine!

This week, my kids haven’t been feeling well and I told them that if they were still sick by Wednesday, we’d have to cancel their play date with a friend.  Bunchkin (my oldest) was terribly distressed about this, and determined to get better quickly.  Last night, she came to me and said, “Momma!  I’m not sick any more! The only thing is that my nose is runny, and my throat hurts, and my head hurts, and I have a tummy ache, but besides that I’m all better!”

A Ban On Modesty?

Many Christian, Jewish and Muslim women wear head coverings or full-body coverings (known as burqa’s) as a sign of modesty. In Judaism and Christianity, the head covering further symbolizes our submission both to God and to our husbands (see 1 Corinthians 11, Isaiah 47:2-3, Genesis 24:64-65, etc.) These garments are an expression of a core religious value for many women across America.

Recently, I read an article regarding France’s recent ban on burqua’s, written by a woman who desires to see a similar ban established in America. In it, Bonnie Erbe’ writes:

“I have been to the Middle East more than a dozen times and have studied this issue both here and abroad. I must say that when visiting countries such as Egypt and Morocco, where native women cover all but their faces, I am not likely to go out in public in shorts and a T-shirt, as I do here at home. Some culturally tone deaf Western tourists do dress as if they’re touring Disneyland, but most have the presence of mind to cover up somewhat, out of respect for another country’s culture, beliefs and tradition.

I often wish Muslim immigrant women would repay the courtesy here in the U.S. Whenever I see a woman in full body garment or head scarf — and there are plenty of them in my community, where there are many immigrants — I take it as an affront … it feels to me as if they are holding American women back … I wish they would adopt a ‘When in Rome . . .’ approach and make full use of the freedoms granted to women in this great nation.”

I would like to ask Erbe’ what, exactly, are the standards in our American “Rome?” What are our American “freedoms” that these burqua and headcovering clad women should adopt in lieu of the their coverings? Should they be forced to adopt Westernized sensuality? American feminism? Should they be forced to violate their own moral conscious in order to embrace a society that is sensual and sexual at its core? Clearly, it isn’t our freedom of religion that Erbe’ would have them uphold. I would suggest that if America is going to consider banning burqa’s and headcoverings because they’re a “sign of subservience and debasement,” we should also consider banning miniskirts and midriffs, because they’re a sign of rebellion and invirtue.

It’s foundational feminist thought to uphold the constitutional rights of women, yet it’s this same feminism that now seeks to remove a woman’s right to choose her dress as an expression of religious freedom due to its perceived affect on the feminist ideal. I would like to submit that if your feminism is threatened by my head covering, something is wrong with your feminism. Your miniskirt certainly doesn’t affect my modesty.

*This was originally written about a month ago, but I never got around to posting it.  Lately, a circumstance with a good friend brought these issues to mind again and I felt it would be good to publish this article, along with what I hope will become a series of additional articles on this subject.  It is not our desire to convict others, only to share our beliefs regarding these subjects.

I have a great family. Thanksgiving this year had the potential to be an incredibly stressful experience. When my brother informed me that the family would be watching the football game on television, I instructed my children to get up and leave the room during commercials. I won’t say that I expected unsupportive or argumentative comments from my family members, but I was certainly prepared for questions. They never came. When another family member suggested that we watch “Home Alone” during the commercial breaks so the kids wouldn’t have to leave the room, I expected a response of indignation when I said no. It didn’t happen. Instead, when a cousin mentioned that it would be safe to watch because it was edited for TV my brother answered: “not edited enough” and dutifully turned the television… to basketball. I’m not going to say that my family understands why we don’t allow our children to watch commercials (or TV in general, for that matter – occasional football and basketball games notwithstanding. ;) ) But they’ve shown incredible tolerance and support for our convictions, nonetheless. There is only one objection that I commonly hear from my supportive-but-not-quite-understanding friends and family and that’s: “Aren’t you sheltering them TOO much? What’s going to happen when they get out into the real world?” It’s a valid argument. In an article entitled “Insulate Your Children from Within,” Michael Pearl writes:

“Many parents do a careful job of quarantining their children from the world, but fail to inoculate them against eventual and inevitable exposure to evil. Parents somehow think that if they can just keep their children isolated until they get to be older teenagers then the danger will have passed. If we protect our children until they are old enough to leave home, but fail to prepare them within to triumph over the world’s alluring environment, we have not protected them at all; we have actually made them vulnerable. An unused character can grow as weak as an unused limb. Worldliness is not a condition of the world; it is a condition of the soul.” He further writes: “You can police your small children for a while, striking down opportunity when it tries to slither into your family circle, but as children get older they develop a curiosity to meet with opportunity, to listen to its pitch, as did Eve” (1).

The world understands this problem. We’ve all heard of good kids “going bad” as soon as the apron strings are untied. Family members who are worried that we are “sheltering” our children have legitimate concerns. They don’t want to see our children someday wake up to all the world has to offer and be lured by the temptation of the unknown.

And therein lies the key, I believe, to raising children who will reject what the world has to offer. If we expect to raise our children to reject sin, we must prepare them to reject it not because they have never been exposed to it, but because we as parents have instilled in them a character that will choose to reject it. But in order to have a choice, children must understand what they are being asked to choose between.

While my children are young, I have a responsibility to “shelter” them from the things they are not yet ready for.  (See the article entitled “The Greenhouse Effect” for more information on this.) As they get older, however, my job moves from “sheltering” from sin to teaching about sin.  I must use this time to teach them the difference between what the world has to offer and what God has to offer.

It is not, and never will be, our intention to keep our children from the knowledge of sin. This is “sheltering” gone wrong. Extended past the time of its usefulness, it only serves to increase a child’s natural curiosity and carnality. Instead of giving them a false sense of security that only serves to keep them ignorant, we intend to teach our children about sin and it’s destructiveness so that they can choose, of their own accord, not to participate in it. The older they are, the more we will teach.  But they must be taught according to our terms, not according to the world’s. A young man’s first exposure with sexual temptation should not be on the television screen. It should be in the home, where he is taught about the allure of the female body, his God-given reaction, the joys of Godly sex and the rewards of maintaining his sexual purity. Our tools are the books of Song of Solomon and Proverbs, not Penthouse magazine.

Does this negate our responsibility to keep our children away from ungodly influences? Not at all. We won’t willfully put our children in a situation where we know someone might offer them drugs, alcohol, sex, etc. We will, however, teach them about these things so that they are prepared when, inevitably, they are exposed to them. Will we keep them away from Wal-Mart, where scantily clad women abound? No. We will, however, teach them why it is important to look away from these women.

The world must not catch our children unprepared. They must know what they are going to face, so that they are capable of rejecting it on their own. We have no intention of “sheltering” our children forever. On the contrary, we will prepare them fully for the sinful world they face, and give them the tools they need to overcome it.

“My son, keep my words and treasure up my commandments with you; keep my commandments and live…Let not your heart turn aside to [the harlot’s] ways, do not stray into her paths; for many a victim has she laid low; yea, all her slain are a mighty host. Her house is the way to the grave, going down to the chambers of death.” (Proverbs 7:1-27)

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1.) Insulate Your Children From Within, Michael Pearl

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Update

Hey, everyone, I know it’s been a while.  Just wanted to send out a quick update.  We went for our ultrasound today and…

IT’S A GIRL!!!

We’re so excited.  :)

Hope things are well with you all, and if you have a second please drop me a line in the comments section.  I miss hearing from everyone!

Oh, the Irony

Today I asked my daughter what she would like to do on a special outing she and I are planning in a few weeks. She told me that she’d like to go out to lunch with her Nana, get her hair cut and have her pictures taken

… at Wal-mart.

October 5, 2009

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Outside my window… (and down the road a bit)….

The fair came into town not long ago, and the kids had a blast!  Here are a few of my favorite pictures:

They must have gone down this slide 60 times over the course of the night… I couldn’t believe their legs didn’t give out on them!daybook 10

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This is the “big boat” ride that made us all sick (and scared the kids!) last year.  I tried to talk them out of riding it this year, but they were convinced they could handle it.  I think they were mistaken.  Check out these faces!

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If that’s not a face filled with regret, I don’t know what is!  When she got off the ride, she said to me “Mommy, I am NOT riding that next year!”  I seem to remember hearing a similar statement last year.  We’ll see.

Between the kids allowance money, and the money Daddy pitched in when they ran out, we spent over $50 at the bunny booth where the kids had to throw a ping pong ball into one of the very shallow clear bowls (if they threw one into a blue bowl, they’d just win a stuffed bunny) that were circling around in a pool of water.  Needless to say, the chances weren’t in their favor (which was just fine with Daddy.)  It would have been cheaper to have just bought a bunny there (they had them for sale, as well) but, in my husband’s words: “we spent fifty dollars trying NOT to win a bunny!”

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Unfortunately for him, it didn’t quite work out that way…

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I’d easily give another $50 to have caught a picture of my daughters face when, at the VERY end of the night, RIGHT before the fair closed, she finally won her bunny.  Words just can’t express the look on her face.  She was so excited her whole body was shaking!  On a side note, can you believe we have yet ANOTHER animal in this house?!  My poor, poor husband!

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I am thankful… that our new pet took to litter-box training quickly and easily… notwithstanding the times she’s peed on me while we were supposed to be cuddling on the couch.  :)

From the kitchen… This week we’re celebrating the feast of tabernacles (Lev 23:34, Deu 16:13, Zec 14:16-19, Joh 7:2) so we’ll be eating a lot of nutritious outdoor foods like hot dogs and marshmallows.  :)

A few plans for the rest of the week… Sleeping in tents, campfires, visits with friends and family.

 

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I know that I can be a little scatterbrained on occasion.  I know that I don’t have the best memory in the world.  But of all the embarrassing, humiliating situations my absent-mindedness has ever gotten me into, I can’t think of anything that tops this:

I drove two hours away from home yesterday to do a photo shoot with a complete stranger on the wrong day.

Seriously.  Seriously?!  WHO DOES THAT???

I showed up on my clients doorstep without a care in the world, greeted her with an enthusiastic “Hi!  You look just like your pictures!” and waited for her to smile and say “come on in!”  Instead, I was greeted with a puzzled expression and the question: “are you Rina?”  Um… yes?  Who else were you expecting?  As it turns out, she wasn’t expecting ANYBODY because I wasn’t supposed to get there until TODAY.

Really a shining moment in my career.

My would-be client was SO INCREDIBLY nice about it all, though.  She decided to put away any plans she might have had for that afternoon and drove me around to all the locations that she wanted to photograph and we had such a nice time.  She even took me to dinner afterward!  And if I was ever nervous about the shoot before (I always tend to get a little nervous before-hand) I can honestly say that I’m not the least bit nervous anymore.  We’re old friends by now!

But can someone PLEASE tell me that they’ve done something equally embarrassing?  Please?!

Misery (or in this case, mortification) really loves company.

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No doubt some parents believe they aren’t good teachers because some outsider has already told them, “You aren’t qualified.”  This objection finds a foothold only because we yet hold on to the world’s goals.  What are we aiming for?  When someone says, “You’re not qualified,” ask him or her this  “Not qualified for what?”  There are, after all, many things I’m not qualified to do….I am, however, equipped to raise servants of the King.  I know that because the King keeps giving me servants to raise.  What does it take to raise children in the nurture and admonition of the Lord?  The Bible, and the Holy Spirit to illumine the Bible.  I have a Bible.  I have several, in fact.  And the Bible tells me that it equips me for every good work.  It is a good work to raise my children in the nurture and admonition of the Lord.  Therefore, it equips me to raise children in the nurture and admonition of the Lord….


When you Rise Up: A Covenantal Approach to Homeschooling – R.C. Sproul Jr.


August 17, 2009

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Outside my window... The kids decided to plant pumpkins this year and we put about eight vines in the ground last week.  We were careful to fence them off, to keep the chickens away, but unfortunately the fence did nothing to keep our Clifford dog out.  Did you know that pumpkins are irresistible to certain members of the Great Pyrenees family?  Particularly those members who are already facing the threat of re-homing due to their penchant for eating eggs from the coop and digging through the trash.  :(   Here our some pictures from our pumpkin planting day.  I haven’t taken any recent pictures of the three pumpkins that still remain.  It’s just too depressing.  :)

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This is our guard-owl, who keeps the chickens safe from hawks.

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Unfortunately, he does nothing to protect pumpkins from marauding dogs.

I am thankful … That God has decided to place another precious child into our care.  I’m thankful that our children are so excited about the new baby, and I’m thankful to be back in touch with an old friend.

From the learning rooms… We’re going to be getting our first curriculum soon!  Up until now, we’ve been making up our own but we’ve decided to go with Our Fathers World for this year.  I’m really excited about that.

From the kitchen… I think this lead-in is meant to assume that us “simple women” know something about cooking and are always whipping up something delicious in the kitchen.  Well, I just learned how to bake squash, yall.  I’ve cooked it in a skillet and I’ve steamed it, but I’d never baked it before.  As it turns out, baked squash is delicious and the only kind of squash my children will eat.  I’m glad I have friends who can cook and share all these marvelous little secrets like:  Squash can be baked.

I am reading… The Shack, by William Young.  I’d heard so much about it that I finally decided to read it for myself and have been completely disappointed. I won’t go into the theology behind the book – everyone has an opinion and I don’t feel the need to add mine, but what I was surprised by is how irritating and incredibly tedious I’ve found it.  It’s taken me forever to get through this book.  I find myself doing just about anything – even laundry! – just to have an excuse not to sit down and read it.  I keep slugging through it, figuring it HAS to get better at some point, but now I’m at the last few pages and I doubt I’ll even finish it.  If you want a GOOD book to read that is similar, I would suggest The Great Divorce, by C.S. Lewis, or The Screwtape Letters.  Much, MUCH better books.

Here is picture I am sharing…

Long overdue, here is a picture of our two remaining kittens.  I’m sorry to say that the others didn’t make it.

Kitten 1 aka: “the play kitty”

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Kitten 2 with her mother.  Aka: “the big eye kitty” and “momma cat”  (my kids aren’t very original with names)  :)

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Have a great week, everyone!

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Exciting News!

Our oldest daughter has an announcement to make:

“Pretty soon, when we go eat Chinese and they ask us how many children we have, we’re gonna say six instead of five!”

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