10/8/10

Like rain on dry ground

 My days lately have been a blur of fall work, single parenting, phonics, multiplication, diapers, teething,  and snotty noses.
My handsome (very dirty) hardworking husband has been working long and hard on this years harvest.   His 80-90  hour work weeks are a rush of trucking grain, fixing machinery, and occasional hours in the combine.  It's a grueling season for both of us.  This is farming.  Things will slow down quite a bit once the grain is in the bins and the snow falls.
I miss having my husband around for meals, for reading to the kids at bedtime,.... for the  structure and discipline that Dad is best at providing ornery rascally little boys (for some reason mom just isn't as effective).   I'm missing half my team.    We're almost done though...I think.  It has been a rough week as far as breakdowns go.  The machinery and the crew seem to be limping to the finish line as winter looms close by.
The weather this past couple weeks has been perfect.  We've had summer in October!

During this harvest season we have had the pleasure of a couple different visits from some very special people.  Even though is seems like an inconvenient time for hosting house guests they brought unexpected  refreshment and spiritual nourishment with them.  They were a blessing and encouragement to us in so many ways.

First, I'll tell you about our most recent guests.
     Last night my hubby took a break from farm work and we all went to see the African Children's Choir perform.  It was .....I'm trying to find a better word than amazing but I'm too tired....It was amazing.  It was energy.  It was joy and hope and faith and life all wrapped up into one hour.   In the tiny bodies of some of East Africas most vulnerable children (many of whom come from pasts filled with severe poverty,  grief, and even violence) was more energy and enthusiasm than I could summon in a year (and a lot of coffee).  They sang their hearts out, danced their cabinas off, and smiled from ear to ear.   The drums and African dancing was spectacular.  They are still missing half of their group because the kids from Kenya are still waiting on their visas.  It made me want to hop on a plane and go to Uganda.  It made my husband miss the countries (Kenya, Uganda Rwanda) he spent time in before we were married.  Places that were etched in his heart  but that he hasn't thought about in years.


The best part was we were able to host two of the little girls and their chaperon (who just happened to be an alumni from the same bible college my husband and I attended).  
Our visit was brief.  It would have been nice to visit with them longer
...actually I wish I could keep them both  ;) 
I'm greedy that way.
They were precious .


By the time we all got home last night , got ready for bed, scarfed down a giant bowl of popcorn....it was time to say goodnight.   This morning was a rush of breakfast , getting packed up and driving back to town to meet their group.  They found a few minutes to play though.  There was also time for a lot of hugs.

                                                            They LOVED Miss Cece.
Saying goodbye to the girls.


 It was fun to watch all the kids playing as they waited for everyone to arrive.
My mom (right) also hosted some kids.   It made her miss the daughter they are still waiting to bring over from Haiti.  I'll write more about my new little sister someday.  
The kids are selected to spend a year touring, travelling and performing with the choir.  Its a busy year but they are LOVING it.  What an amazing experience for them.  They are cared for by "Aunties and Uncles" (chaperons) who travel with them.   They are loved on , taught and parented by the chaperons.   The Aunties and Uncles are doing a fantastic job.   After their whirl wind year they head back to their home towns and "music for life" ministries provides education all the way through university for them...as well as other basic needs.    The money raised at the events supports many other diverse ministries back in their home countries.  "Helping Africa's most vulnerable children today, so they can help Africa tomorrow!"

 These are Africa's future leaders and professionals. 

Introducing, our other harvest time house guests!
Our friends from Mexico were  in Canada for the summer for the birth of their second child.  He (Saul) is from Mexico.   She (Amber) is from Canada.   As a couple they have lived in both places.   "Home" for them is  Mexico though.
                         Silas was SO excited that his amigo Kayden was coming for a visit!  Two silly three year olds made for an entertaining household.  I wrote a little about our seal beach trip last winter  here ...and here.
Amber and Saul's newest addition Brielle is gorgeous!   So tiny next to my chunky monkey.
 Saul spent some time out in the Canola field keeping my hubby company.  Back at the house, he was the trampoline hero.


It was refreshing to spend time chatting with another mom who also has a passion for ministry, children and loving "the least of these".   This family sacrifices material comfort, financial security, and so many things that Christians in our culture prioritize at the top of the list.    They are living breathing examples of faith.
They live wisely ...but at the same time recklessly... loving, going, and obeying God's call on their lives.  They go without a retirement plan, without a salary, without knowing all the details of how their needs will be met.  They work hard, they love harder and they leave the rest up to God. 

       I have developed a little bit of a parenting philosophy...a theory, that I acknowledge with words but when it comes right down to it I still  struggle to live out.   

 I cling to self-made security, possession's, and comfort.   Those things aren't bad, but I think the question is would I give them up?  Could I lay down my Isaac on the alter and trust God with it?

      We so often hear about ,or use  examples of, people sacrificing their families to serve others.  They have ministered to others at the expense of their children.  We've faced that same criticism as a family at times.  
 It is wrong to neglect our first ministry (our spouse and children) for service to others but I think many times we do nothing....and sacrifice both.  We use that as a cop out. We think that if our kids don't have the trendiest clothes,  top of the line electronics,  a fairy-tale-worry-free childhood, and a schedule designed to give them every social  advantage in life, we are sacrificing them.   In Canada, we love our kids with stuff.  That is the standard of 'good parenting'.   We aspire that they  become adults that are "successful" in the worlds eyes.   This is us taking care of our first ministry.  Right?
Maybe not.  Maybe it's doing the opposite.

       I think in reality, when we aren't willing to give up our inner circle "quality of life", our possessions, our security, our pride, whatever we cling to,  it is because those things have become our passion.  Our idols.  We    tuck God neatly into the pocket of our Sunday suit.  We thank God for blessing us, throw him our tithe,  and ignore the rest of his call...whatever that might be.   We don't want to give up those things and  it breaks our hearts even more to allow our kids to struggle, to sacrifice, or to go without. 
   I know it does for me...
even though without struggle, sacrifice and discomfort character traits like compassion, generosity, empathy, courage, respect and true gratitude cannot develop (not to mention creativity, ingenuity, and imagination).  Those are what I want most for my children.  Those are the traits I want in my children as adults...whether they are successful in the eyes of the world or not.  
            If our children don't see us loving, serving , giving, or stepping beyond our own comfort into a life of faith, we steal from them the chance to see what a  big God we serve.  In our attempts to give them every "advantage" we  hobble them spiritually and stunt their ability to develop strength of character.

The world needs us to raise strong kids not safe kids.   One way of doing that is leading the way ourselves.  When we have a strong hope, a dangerous faith, and a significant purpose in life...our kids will see that.  It will be irresistible.  That's my theory.   Our example will have a greater impact than any legalistic rules, heavy handed hypocrisy, or self indulgent apathy coated in religion.  Actually the impact will be great either way.   Our kids will either learn to trust God or learn to despise him.  

I think doing ministry (loving, sacrificing, serving, reaching out) WITH our kids, as a family, is an incredible chance to give our kids every real advantage in life.  Once you lay those things down,  you'll realize the real blessing God gives us isn't in our possessions.  It's the indescribable joy His purpose in our life brings.  That's living a blessed life.  

wow...I really didn't mean to write all that.   I was basically going to provide light commentary on photos. 
I guess it was all bottled up waiting to come out.
Anyway...
It was spiritually inspiring and refreshing to spend time with a family who ,by most Canadian's standards of success and parenting, would be considered irresponsible...or even negligent.   By our societies standards they have their priorities backwards and upside down.  By God's standards they are at the top of the  ladder.
Follow their adventures in faith here  at saulyamber.wordpress.com     


10/2/10

The season I'm in

When my kids are particularly irritating,
 teaching long division seems impossible ,
harvest time single parenting is wearing thin,
 my to-do list is overwhelming,
 my last nerve short circuited and burst into flames.
When I'm ready to pack my bags and hitch hike far far away (by 10 am.)....

The best thing to do is take a break.

Pack my baby, grab my camera and go for a walk.  Time for some sunshine and play therapy.

Breathe in the cool Autumn air.
Watch the squawking geese fly in formation and wonder what warm destination they are headed for.
Suppress a twinge of jealousy.
Watch my children climb orange and yellow trees.
Exhale.
Take a moment to remember why I love them.
Remind them that I love them. 


Listen to them giggle.
Remember that sometimes moms need to laugh too.


Watch them play. 
Ponder the impossible reality  that the innocent, playful years of childhood are  nearing an end.
Attempt to pause the quickly running grains of sand. 
Cherish the moment.
Capture a memory.



Lay back on the crunchy grass and gaze up at the clear blue sky.
Watch the colored leaves fall and blow like confetti in the wind. 
Breath in.
Breath out.  



Look for beauty in the the small things.
Enjoy the fleeting colors of the season that I'm in....

9/30/10

Moments



Yesterday, I was driving to the City to take Cece to her first biological family "visitation" and driving is often the place when I relax , think and pray.   As long as there isn't chaos in the back seats...even then I'm pretty good at tuning it out.   My mind wandered, as it very frequently does, but instead of going an imagination tour of what might be, would could be, what I would say if, how I would feel if...
My mind wanderings surprisingly came as flashes of mostly forgotten, not usually thought about, moments of my life.   It did occur to me that  my  life flashing before my eyes while driving down a highway is a little strange.    I  allowed the moments and memories to come anyway.   What struck me was how blessed I feel by beauty, love, relationships and family.  There have been many horrible, stressful and dark moments in my life but none of them came readily to mind.  Also, I thought it strange later that I didn't even think about the big events or things we make sure to remember.    The moments that my mind focused on were everyday, normal, beautiful, moments of life.
Sights, sounds, smells, people, childhood memories poured into my mind.   Little girls playing house, riding my  horse Toby, playing with cousins,  finding kittens in a musty barn, school recess, popcorn, crunching snow, getting my hair rolled up in curlers, my grandpa, dorm life, camping with friends, drinking tea with my mother in law, tiny china tea pots on a window ledge, family laughing...
These all came and went with a detail of memory that I didn't know I had filed away.  It was kind of strange but wonderful to revisit some of the moments that my 33 years of life have been made of.

  Maybe hearing about a recent tragic death in our community got me thinking how life is made of moments...and in only a moment it can be taken.

 Maybe knowing that I will never have tea with my mother in law again, as she battles the final stages of terminal cancer had me remembering  moments of beauty and goodness.   The memories of beauty will be safely guarded and revisited and will out weigh the memories of ugliness.

The moments in our life seem so insignificant at the time.  They make up days, seasons and years.  Although brief, each one of our moments sets the course of our life.  Tragedy happens in a moment, the course of life can change in a moment,  mistakes are made in a moment, accidents break our bodies in a moment.   Beauty is created in a moment.   Smiles, hugs, and gestures of kindness, taking a moment to listen, to share, to trust, to believe, to forgive, to pray, to decide, to encourage, or to love...all changes the course of our moments and those around us.
How will we remember our lives as we look back?  Will it be a rush of work , money, things, deadlines, stress, bitterness, guilt, exhaustion, ....or will it be blowing dandelions with a toddler,  having tea with your grandmother,  reading Goodnight God with your kids curled up on your lap, bathing a baby,  enjoying a sunset.   All those moments so easily missed so easily lost in the rush of life.
Our moments  in an instant can change the lives of those around us.   We don't live in a bubble.  Everything we do, or neglect to do, has an impact on others.  When each moment is bathed in the light of eternity they take on a new sacred significance...even those mundane moments.

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You may have seen this video before but I recently just came across it.   It seems a little strange at first but it is a good reminder that life is made up with moments and what we do with those moments not only can change our life but can change the course of eternity.

This life is brief.  It flies by and seems to fly faster as the years go on.   At some point our time runs out.  Some lives last only for a brief moment in this word, some have an extensive collection of moments that span 90 years.
What is even more significant than living to the fullest,each one of those moments we are given, is what  we choose to do with the One who gave them to us.
That one choice, how we respond to the One who is the Creator of beauty, will determine if we will enjoy His presence when our time ends and our eternity begins.  In this life, by the mercy of God, we all enjoy sunsets, baby giggles, and the magnificence of nature.  The rain falls on the righteous and the unrighteous alike.   Those things are just a tiny sampling of the untainted beauty that lies ahead.

We can see some of the attributes , the extravagant love, the intricate order, the creativity, and the grandness of God through his creation.   God calls to us, reaches out to us and woos us through the moments he blesses us with everyday.  He not only uses  beauty but he also uses the pain in our lives to reach us. When our independent security is shattered we can see reality much more clearly.  C.S Lewis said 'pain is God's megaphone to rouse a deaf world'.

 God gives us those things even when we hate him.  Even though our world rejects Him.  

He gives us the freedom of choice.   We are free to choose an eternity separated from Him, the source of all things good.   Thats a heavy reality.  An eternity void of light, laughter, peace, joy, relationship, love.....all things that come from God whether we choose to acknowledge it or not.  Ignorance will run out of bliss.

It only takes a moment of humility and surrender to change the orientation of our hearts.

Our life's memories ,and the impact we have on others, will be a collection of both good and bad moments.
However, God does not look at our life as merely collection of good and bad moments that He balances and weighs while we cross our fingers and hope we come out on the side of "good".

 None of us are inherently good.   We do not have a cosmic checking account of debits and credits. One "bad", one debit, separates us eternally from a Holy God.  We all have major debt that we cannot pay.  God is love but he is also distinct, Holy, and continually Good.  There is no sin or compromise with sin in God.  That's what makes him trustworthy.   He is consistent, Holy, just, righteous, and good.

 It is impossible to come to God by our own religious effort, good deeds, or "goodness".  He doesn't grade on the curve.   That is why he provided our Savior, Jesus Christ.
  God is perfect.
We never can be.
God is a God of both justice and mercy.   Jesus was sent to perfectly bridge that gap.   He satisfied the justice and made way for grace.
To be completely transparent with you....the peace, assurance and joy that comes from knowing I am prepared to die is indescribable.  There is no need to fear.
  No, I don't necessarily feel ready to leave my life and  my children.  I hope God has a lot more for me to do here  in this life before he takes me home , but our days are numbered and only God knows when that day will come.   It could come today...it could come 70 years from now.   All I need to do is be prepared before that day comes.  In all honesty , part of me rejoices when I imagine the day when I run across the finish line into His waiting arms.

"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.  Anyone,  who knows the good he ought to do and doesn't do it, sins. "
James 4:14



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9/24/10

Te Extrano

                               I miss Mexico.  I miss our amigos.  I miss the kids.
 I miss Pollo Loco quesa-tacos.
I am particularly missing, thinking about and praying for these little ones.
I wish I could visit and check on the kids that call me Tia.
I worry about them.
I wonder if Minerva and Alvaro are still in school?  Will Carmela and Ramiro ever be able to attend school with their older siblings?  How is the new baby?  Are they being cared for?  Are they hungry?
Are they being abused? Are they sliding further into the cycle of poverty and all that goes with it?


What future will they have?


 I miss my princesses Minerva and Carmela.
I miss these princesses too.

 I miss hanging out with these girls...
 and this boy.
 I miss the girl we sponser (right) and the other little girl that is growing up so quickly.


I miss taking trips to the ocean, going out to eat at taco stands , and going on adventures with our friends.
I miss our friends.  All of you...who probably aren't reading this because of the mission's handy dandy internet blocker or because you don't read English.   
I miss baking with these little ones.
I miss the ocean.
 Silas misses his amigos too.
In fact, everyday, at least one of my three kids begs to go back.
Back to hanging out in this casa.

I miss these boys  and all the rest of the kids in the Learning Center. 
I miss fish tacos.
I miss shopping at globos.
I miss Spanish church.  
I miss worshiping with my Mexican brothers and sisters.
I miss the palm trees.
I miss oranges picked fresh off a tree.
I want to go back.  We all want to go back.
We just aren't sure at this point when that will be, or how it will happen,
where we will live or how long we will stay. 
We had hoped to drive down for a brief visit this winter but as long as Cece's adoption is still in limbo it would be tricky.  
We are now hoping next winter we can go back for another 6 months...although I think we have now (if our adoption plans are successful) outgrown the trailer for more than camping trips.  We'll hope and pray and watch to see how God provides all the little (and big )details that would have to fall into place.  

I feel like I'm caught between two worlds.
When we live there it feels like home.  I am content and I am happy.
Although I missed having an actual house and I missed being a foster mom.  

When we live here it feels like home.  I am content and I am happy.
Although I miss Mexico and everyone there.  
I miss serving and working.

Right now we are foster parents, we are farmers, we are a Canadian family...
but we are also missionaries at heart.  
We miss our other home. 

I feel torn.   I know I was made to love and care for children in need of love and care.  Period.  I've known that since I was a child myself.   God gave me that passion and calling early on in my life...it just took quite a few years for that to materialize.
There are SO many children here that need homes and a family to love them.
There are SO many children there that need homes, attention and love.
I know that wherever God plants us we will bear fruit.


My husband thrived there.  He loved his work.  He loves the people.  Not a day goes by (especially now that winter is facing us) that he doesn't talk about missing it.

We are torn.  We have a life here.  We have a life there.

Only God knows the future of either.  





Suppose God charged us...

"Suppose God charged us for the rain,
or put a price on a song-bird's strain
or music, the dawn , the mist of the plain.
 
How much would autumn landscapes cost,
Or a window etched with winter's frost,
And the rainbow's glory so quickly lost?


Suppose that people had to pay
To see the sunset's crimson play
And the magic stars of the Milky Way.


Suppose it was fifty cents a night
To watch a gull in graceful flight.


How much, I wonder, would it be worth
To smell the good, brown , fragrant earth
In spring?  The miracle of birth.


How much do you think people would pay
For a baby's laugh at the close of day?
Suppose God charged us for them, I say!


Suppose we paid to look at the hills,
For the rippling mountain rills,
Or the mating song of the whippoorwills,


Or curving breakers of the sea,
For grace, and beauty, and majesty?
And all these things He gives us free!"


author unknown

(both pictures taken in Saskatchewan, Canada)

9/22/10

6 month birthday and my adorably odd sometimes naughty children

Cupcakes half decorated for my Miss Cece's half year birthday party.  
It was a fun little celebration of our little girl and an excuse to eat cupcakes.  Aili and Roman surprised me by bringing out wrapped gifts for Cece.  They each picked out one of their own toys that they thought she would like and would be appropriate for a baby.  It was cute.  Cece received her first doll.

Cece has grown a head full of adorable curls.   I'm loving that her hair is long enough (in the front anyway) for little pigtails.  It's so sweet done up with bows and ribbons.  I'm having fun.   


Since Aili was old enough  to stand and sway she has been putting on shows for us.   Her life is one big broadway musical. 
On  regular basis she hand delivers tickets with the time of her next show.   We don't dare loose them because they are required for admission at her bedroom door.   We don't dare sigh in relief and walk away when we loose them either....
Attendance is mandatory.
This time it even came with audience rules.
I don't have pictures of her standing on her bed singing Amazing Grace because , as you can see, photography was forbidden.
I did get a picture..(or 50) of her and her birthday party  friends (her slightly coerced friends) putting on a show for us.   
It seems a flair for the dramatic runs a little further down the birth order.
It's hard not to love a face like this one.

I'm  optimistic that we are entering a new chapter in the life and times of Silas.   He is now past
3 1/2 and it finally seems that we are making a small breakthrough in our attempt to de-barbarianize him.  He was a ridiculously easy baby and angelically compliant toddler ( until 2 1/2.)  However he has been challenging my parenting skills, resources, and experience to the max for the last year.   He is SO different than my other two at this age (who began that "phase" at about one year old).  In some ways easier....in someways strangely more difficult.  I have had to remind myself that he is not going to be as easy and well behaved as the "big kids" are now because he isn't a big kid.   It's easy to forget that both Aili and Roman brought me to the end of my rope and parenting confidence on a regular basis during these high maintenance preschool years...just when I was about to throw in the towel and accept the fact that they were destined for prison they turned a corner.  Aili was ridiculously strong willed and emotionally volatile at Silas' age.   Roman was crazy strong willed , impulsive and mischievous.   Silas has an overdeveloped sense of sneak and sly.  Children are all so different!  They take every bit of wisdom we can muster to learn what makes them tick and how to best guide and teach them.

A few weeks ago I  bought Vanilla Oreos (weak moment, sale, shopping with 4 kids).   Silas became  so obessed with this unusual heavenly treat in the cupboard that he climbed up on the stove , grabbed  them and consumed most of the bag while hiding in his room.  I had no idea what he was up to until he heard me coming.  He ran out of his room, slammed his door shut , spread his arms and legs out wide in front of the door and exclaimed "Don't go in my room...you don't need to go in there!!".   I had to  suppress laughter while doling out consequences moment..
  Silas has been a child who seems to seek out bad attention.  I don't know if it is partly because he has lived a rather unstable and strange three years and he is  unsettled about his role in the family but he seems to embrace the role of "bad boy".  He wants to be the "bad guy" when they play.  He wants to be a "bad buy" when he grows up (that is a little disturbing as a parent).   A common  experience would be after I give a consequence for deliberate naughty behavior ( something like coloring on the table..not an accident, not a misguided attempt at creativity but doing it just to see what will happen), and implore him to give up his evil ways lest he desire more unpleasant consequences he smugly states "I like to be naughty!".  How does a parent deal with that?  I just keep being consistent and hope that my slow learner catches on eventually.   In some ways I think he has had a bit of the " baby of the family" syndrome.  For too long he was the one we gave into when he whined.  The one the older kids had to sacrifice for his preferences.  Too often we appeased his behavior rather than dealt with his behavior.    Even our subtle and occasional giving into his brattiness has created problems.  Last winter while we were in Mexico, living and homeschooling in a trailer and always in a public place there were so many times when I couldn't or just chose not to fight the whining toddler battle head on.  Not consistently anyway.   I realized at the time that once we got home we'd have a baby that needed to be brought into boyhood. That process has been more difficult than I anticipated.

Despite consistentcy, follow through, and regular reminders of expected behavior he has been choosing to do exactly what he knows he's not supposed to do....regardless of what he knows will be coming at the end of it.  That's the frustrating part.   Testing, testing, testing...constantly.  It's exhausting!  It's not the fun part of parenting.  I know it's a process that must be gone through but I am ready for this phase to end.  I'm ready for some fruit of my parenting labors with him.  I'm ready for some smooth sailing for a while.    If I don't get through to him now  as a preschooler it will only get worse.  I do realize that a 3 year old does not have the capacity to act like a 12 year old but contrary to popular belief kids don't naturally outgrow disrespectful , rude. whiny, or sneaky behavior...the stakes just get much higher.   If a child doesn't learn respect for others, honesty , and manners early on he will give his parents (and society) grief for years to come.  Pay now or pay a much higher price later.
  I've tried to balance the "boot camp" mommy with  some extra attention and positive encouragement when he is being good...but I think overall he has kind of gotten lost in the mix. He's not one of the "big kids"...he's not the baby (even though he expresses his desire to be "a baby like Cece" again very frequently).    He has lost his baby status...he has lost it on and off 4 times in the last 3 years.  In a way I think he is trying to figure out where he stands, where the boundaries are, and how secure he is in our family.   Will he still be loved when he chooses to be naughty?    Will we love him enough to protect him from himself and deal with the behavior (as well as the heart issues behind it)?  Do we love him enough to enforce secure boundaries.  I frequently tell them:  "I love you too much to allow you to be ______(selfish...rude... dishonest..)".  Although following through with consequences is always inconvenient, uncomfortable and unpleasant for both of us...it is essential.  Yelling, nagging and warnings are easy but they will never produce a desired result.  Ignoring undesirable behavior is easier but will never build character.   I am constantly assessing and checking to make sure that my parenting is not leaning toward the easy way out...it's so easy to go there.  I have my moments.     Training , teaching and guiding a child's character is a marathon process not a quick fix and unfortunately there are no mile markers along the way until one day you discover that the things you have painstakingly and intentionally been sowing into their hearts are reaping a sweet reward.

Anyway...I think we are now seeing a change....finally bringing  out the boy who wants to please, who wants to be helpful and who desires to be good.   In the last couple weeks he has suddenly become genuinely remorseful when he does something wrong ( I was secretly fearing that this boy was lacking a conscience completely).  He is becoming a much more obedient boy and I'm hearing words like "yes, mommy" "ok, mommy" much more frequently.  I'm hearing  more "may I please have a _________" without being reminded or corrected.   He is doing his "chores" and is eager to help like a  big kid.  He is figuring out that life is much easier on everyone when he behaves himself.  He told me last week  "When I'm a naughty boy it does not make mommy happy....when I have a good heart and be a good boy mommy is so happy with me". 
 He still has his moments, especially when naps are missed...but overall they are outweighed by much more sweet moments.     He seems more secure.   I'm hopeful that we are entering a new season...at least for a little while.

9/18/10

Religion vs. Gospel

What's the difference?  Aren't they the same thing?
I found this  here  and thought it answered that question very well. 
"What is the Gospel? The word gospel simply means “good news.” The central message of the Bible is the gospel, or good news, about the person and work of Jesus Christ. In 1 Corinthians 15:1–4, Paul provides the most succinct summary of the gospel: the man Jesus is also God, or Christ, and died on a cross in our place, paying the penalty for our sins; three days later He rose to conquer sin and death and give the gift of salvation to all who believe in Him alone for eternal life."
"The great reformer Martin Luther rightly said that, as sinners, we are prone to pursue a relationship with God in one of two ways. The first is religion/spirituality and the second is the gospel. The two are antithetical in every way.
Religion says that if we obey God He will love us. The gospel says that it is because God has loved us through Jesus that we can obey.
Religion says that the world is filled with good people and bad people. The gospel says that the world is filled with bad people who are either repentant or unrepentant.
Religion says that you should trust in what you do as a good moral person. The gospel says that you should trust in the perfectly sinless life of Jesus because He alone is the only good and truly moral person who will ever live.
"The goal of religion is to get from God such things as health, wealth, insight, power, and control. The goal of the gospel is not the gifts God gives, but rather God as the gift given to us by grace.
Religion is about what I have to do. The gospel is about what I get to do. Religion sees hardship in life as punishment from God. The gospel sees hardship in life as sanctifying affliction that reminds us of Jesus’ sufferings and is used by God in love to make us more like Jesus. Religion is about me. The gospel is about Jesus.
Religion leads to an uncertainty about my standing before God because I never know if I have done enough to please God. The gospel leads to a certainty about my standing before God because of the finished work of Jesus on my behalf on the cross.
Religion ends in either pride (because I think I am better than other people) or despair (because I continually fall short of God’s commands). The gospel ends in humble and confident joy because of the power of Jesus at work for me, in me, through me, and sometimes in spite of me."
Grace is what differentiates the gospel from all religions.  Faith in Jesus Christ is not a to-do list, a creed to believe, rules to obey,  a good example to follow, or a moral compass.  Grace is us getting dug up by the roots and being made into something new.   Something that was dead being made alive in Christ.

"...the power of Jesus at work for me, in me, through me, and sometimes in spite of me."