true beauty

As I sat in the waiting room of the orthodontics clinic the other day, I observed one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. She wasn’t twenty-something. She wasn’t a size two. She wasn’t tall with flowing hair and sexy clothes. By most people’s standards, she was not a head-turner. She was pretty, but not a worldly beauty.

Still, I was mesmerized.  I could hardly take my eyes off her. I tried not to stare, but she was glowing.

This beautiful woman was there with her husband, a baby girl, an older teenage boy, and twin teenage girls. After a couple of minutes, her twins’ challenges became evident. They spoke too loudly and were easily distressed. At times, one of them would touch her mom’s face, beg to hold hands, or ask repeatedly for the same unmet request.

Yet every frustrating situation was met with a smile.  It seemed to be a joy to watch over and discipline her kids. She answered them with cheerful firmness, and they were surprisingly well behaved.  She calmly insisted on their obedience, and they cooperated, even when it obviously went against their nature.  She didn’t threaten or bribe.  She didn’t give in or allow them to have their own way. And that smile never left her face, not even for a minute.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen a better example of “the imperishable beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit.” I wanted to watch her and learn from her. I wanted to soak up some of her joy. I wanted to emulate her patience. I wanted her glow.

What words would someone use to describe me if they were to watch me with my easy kids and minor problems?  Joy?  Patience?  I doubt it. Do I smile very often?  Do I ever smile in the midst of a trial?  Um….no.

That sweet lady has been on my mind ever since I saw her shining face. I hope that I never forget her. And I hope that I will develop the same kind of gentle and quiet spirit that was so appealing to me and, more importantly, is very precious in the sight of God.

“But let your adorning be the hidden person of the heart with the imperishable beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which in God’s sight is very precious.” (1 Peter 3:4)

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operation christmas child

Every year I say I’m gonna do it. And every year I forget about it until it’s too late.

But not this year. This year I did it. I didn’t wait too long, and I didn’t forget.
(Thanks for the reminder, Mom!)

For the very first time, we are participating in Operation Christmas Child. It has been soooo much fun. Basically, you fill a box with cool stuff for a kiddo somewhere around the world. You get the joy of giving, and they get the joy of opening a wonderful Christmas gift and learning about Jesus (the best gift of all, of course). If you aren’t familiar with Operation Christmas Child, I’d encourage you to click over to the Samaritan’s Purse website for more detailed info.

We started with six shoeboxes, three for boys and three for girls. Mackenzie and Riley had a blast shopping for way too many goodies to fit into our few boxes.

First, we wrapped the boxes in some festive paper. The base and lid must be wrapped separately.


Then, we put in the practical items that I didn’t want to be forgotten if we ran out of room. In went the toothpaste and toothbrushes, the pencils and sharpeners, the crayons and colored pencils, and the paper.

Next went the favorite toys.

Baby dolls and Legos.


Soccer balls and air pumps.

Some things were able to be taken out of their packages, and the balls were deflated. I didn’t want to waste our limited space on cardboard and air.

We filled in the gaps with more toys, candy, and gum.


Finally, the kids added something personal. They both wrote letters and drew pictures. We also included a photo and our address, so they’ll hopefully get a letter back.


Then, the lid was put on top and a rubber band held it all together. I printed out a barcode from Samaritan’s Purse so we can know exactly where our boxes are going. While I was online, I also donated seven dollars per box to cover the shipping costs.

In a couple days I’ll drive our boxes over to the drop-off location (also found online). This is the week for dropping them off at the collection sites, so you can still join the fun.
You have until November 21.

It’s not too late to give, and it’s so worth it.

I want my children to have hearts for the world. I want them to care about those who are poor and lost and hurting. I could spend all day telling them about the joy of giving to those in need, but no amount of explaining could help them understand it for themselves.

Now, they’ve felt it. They’ve experienced it. And we’ve all been changed by it.

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a little break

I’ve taken some time off this week to rest after finishing up my 31 days marathon. Actually, I also took some time to have a couple of emotional breakdowns. Not enough sleep and too many hormones aren’t a very good combination for me.

Today, even though I knew I was exhausted, I set my alarm a half hour early. Through sleepy eyes, I read my Bible and a couple pages from The Fruitful Life by Jerry Bridges (good stuff!).  I’m so glad I did.  Sure, I’m tired right now, but I would have been tired anyway.  That extra time in the Word set my heart and mind on God instead of on myself.  I’m much quicker to recognize my own sinful thoughts, and I feel an energy that I’ve lacked for the past few days.  God is worthy of praise.

God’s Will

It is very (very) late.  My hubby had a late meeting, and I don’t go to sleep easily when he isn’t at home.  Normally, I would close my eyes on the sofa and pretend I was going to be able to catch a few minutes in dreamland, but it rarely happens.  I close my eyes, my mind races, I feel worse than if I hadn’t tried.

I decided that instead of wasting my time on the sofa, I would get up and read my Bible. I’m sure I’ll be too tired to get up early and read in the morning.  This is one of the few moments of the day that have been quiet.  I might as well make it my “quiet time,” for tonight at least.

I opened my Bible to a verse that I read the other day:

“Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.” I Thessalonians 5:16-18

I have a lot of unknowns for my day tomorrow.  Will I be able to get everything done that I need to do?  Will I remember to call to schedule those doctor’s appointments?  Where will I ever find time for appointments in our busy lives?  What kind of attitudes will the kids have after a late bedtime?  Will I get my lesson plans printed before the week is half over?  On and on….

But there is one thing I do know.  I know the will of God for whatever I may face.  I know what He wants from me whether life is moving smoothly along or crashing down around me.  I know I need His grace because there is no possible way that I can fulfill this command on my own.

This verse is going on an index card so I can have it in front of me all day long.  I’m sure I’ll need the constant reminder to “rejoice”, “pray”, and “give thanks”…..in all (that means the easy and the difficult) circumstances.

Humbling Week

Every now and then it feels like everything I touch falls apart. I’m sure some of these things are all in my head, but some of them are real life disasters (or at least mini-disasters).

A couple days ago when I was pulling our mini-van into the garage, I scraped up against the lawnmower. When I say “scraped”, I mean the metal-to-metal kind of SCRAPE. Then, in order to get away from the mean lawnmower, I brilliantly decided to back up so I could pull the van over a bit. Did I mention there was a scraping sound when I pulled into the garage? Um…..same sound when I pulled out.

It didn’t make me feel any better when my sweet husband just shrugged his shoulders and said not to worry about it. I wish that were possible. As long as we have that van (which will probably be a long time, since no one will want to buy a used van with two big scratches on the front of it!), I will have a little reminder of my mistake.

I do not enjoy times like these. On top of that, I feel like I have a weight on my shoulders from being horribly behind in this week’s homeschool lessons, and a knot has been deposited in my stomach today because of a little laundry “incident” (don’t ask).

I know that God uses these times to discipline and instruct my prideful heart. He reminds me that I’m broken. I’m flawed. I make mistakes. Lots of them. Unfortunately, humility is never an easy or enjoyable lesson for me to learn. As a matter of fact, an assault on my pride often leaves me feeling sick inside.

Right now I am learning about who I am. I’m also learning about who God is. Most of the time I think I’m better than I am, while He is better than I think He is.

So much to learn….so much growing to do….so much in need of God’s grace.

Write the Word


Recently, I’ve been sleeping in. I haven’t been sleeping too awfully late, just later than I should. Later than I can afford to if I hope to have a quiet time that’s quiet. And, since it’s summer, I always figure that I’ll find some time later in the day to open my Bible.

What is it about the word later that sounds so much softer, so much more forgiving than other words? The word later feels like it contains some sort of promise. It seems to say that I will eventually get to whatever task I’m putting off right now. It’s so much sweeter than words like procrastination, selfishness, priorities.

Unfortunately, that word is often a liar. My later usually turns into never or tomorrow. And, yet, I still say it. I still believe it. I still think that I’ll actually take time out of my busy day to ignore the beeping dryer or sticky dishes and escape to my room with the Word. Not impossible….but not likely.

So this week I’ve been setting my alarm to help me get up in the mornings. I never enjoy setting the alarm, anticipating its interruption, or prying open my sleepy eyes. But I do enjoy beginning my day with the Lord. So I set, anticipate, and pry.

One thing that’s helped me stay focused on those tired mornings is to write out scripture. I must take after my Dad. He had notebooks full of passages he had written out in his uncommonly beautiful handwriting. Sometimes he would add personal notes or commentary. Other times he would simply copy the Word he loved so much.

For whatever reason, the act of writing helps my brain sit up and pay attention. I think about the words in a different way. They almost seem to wash over me. I remember them better. I don’t fall asleep. It’s hard to sleep when you’re writing.

Years from now, I hope to look back at the passages I’ve copied and see what Words God has used to encourage my heart. There is something very special, very personal, about looking at the verses my dad wrote out. It’s almost like being privy to a personal conversation between him and his Savior. Maybe one day my children will look at my not-so-beautiful handwritten notebooks to listen in on my personal conversations.

What do you do during your quiet times with the Lord? How do you stay focused? Please share in the comments!

Morning To Do

Quiet time
Drink water
Dressed, make-up, hair
Make bed
Kitchen and dishes
Wipe up bathrooms
Start laundry
Water plants
Early meal prep

Weekly To Do

Calendar planning
Clip/file coupons
Grocery pre-list
Weekly housecleaning
Trash and recycling
Wash sheets
Library
Make menu/grocery list
Grocery shopping
Clean purse

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