of being made perfect in weakness

It was an evening of failure. Failure on my sweet girls’ part to behave like sweet girls, as they instead fussed and whined and let petty arguments take hold between them. Even worse, failure on my part to intercede with compassion and gentleness, to lovingly correct and redirect them.

To say that I raised my voice would just be an attempt to pretty up the ugly fact that I yelled at my daughters, these three precious gifts God has given me to raise up in pursuit of Him.

Did they deserve it? Oh yes. As much as disobedience and stubborn selfishness ever could deserve anger.

As much as my selfish frustration and cruel lack of self control deserve the anger of God.

Pajamas on, teeth brushed, they stood before me. Unable to face putting them to bed with a mountain of hurt feelings and frustrations between us, in despair I could feel clearly how deep the unrest was in each of our hearts. I opened my arms to them — and by the mercy of God, they came to me.

Such precious ones, clinging to me rather than turning from me.

We huddled together on the couch, and we prayed. I poured out my apologies to God and to my daughters, and as prayer bathed us all, I watched in wonder as little hands found each other and clasped tightly. Words of love were whispered, and gentle kisses pressed to sisters’ cheeks.

God’s forgiveness was poured out on us as we prayed together and reached out for each other, and it healed our brokenness.

It was an evening of failure. But it was also an evening of forgiveness, and of powerful love, and I am so very grateful for it.

And He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.”
-2 Corinthians 12:9

my strength... (graphic design by Chantel Brankshire)

(originally published on Miles To Go Before I Sleep)

No greater joy… (part 2)

by Mrs. Steve Castleberry
(continued from part 1)

Teach your child the things of Christ. Deuteronomy 6:7 instructs us,

“And thou shalt teach them diligently unto thy children, and shalt talk of them when thou sittest in thine house, and when thou walkest by the way, and when thou liest down, and when thou risest up.”

Many of us have that verse memorized, either by purpose or by simply hearing it so many times. But we must do more than recite it, we must live it. Talk with your children, read the Word of God to them, use Scripture in explaining the reasons for how we are to live. And pray with them. We can solve so many of life’s issues by praying together first. If you truly love the Lord yourself, and you are wholeheartedly trying to follow Him in all of life, your children will know it. You can’t fool them. You will fail sometimes, but they will still know you are His if you daily live for Him in sincerity

Forgiveness. What a beautiful way to demonstrate God’s love to our children. The truth that a broken and contrite heart He will not despise, is waiting for you to teach your child when he is disobedient or disrespectful. Point the way to the broken and contrite heart, and then forgive fully. Demonstrate daily “be ye kind, one to another, forgiving one another, just as God for Christ’s sake hath forgiven you.” Forgiveness can never begin with us, because we are fallen and sinful creatures. It must begin and end with Christ’s atoning blood. Your children will sin against you, and you will sin against them. We are together at the foot of the cross, needing forgiveness from the Lord and from each other, and you must lead the way. My children have heard me say, “I’m sorry. I was wrong. Please forgive me,” many more times than I wish they had to hear it. But it will need to be said, whether you want to admit it or not. They will know you need to say it, and if you refuse to ask their forgiveness out of pride, how will they have the strength to admit their own sin?

God's love...

As mothers, we also have the duty to chastise, to correct, to rebuke.

“All scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness: that the man of God may be perfect, thoroughly furnished unto all good works.” (II Timothy 2:15)

God has put us in our homes, in a place in our children’s lives where we continually see and hear and know so much about them. My mother, who is eighty-eight and has not lived with me for thirty-two years, still knows me so well! Parents know their children. We know what that tone of voice, that toss of the head, that slight hesitation in answer, most likely means. And we are to follow God’s commands to bring our children into subjection and teach them what is right. So many times you will weary of it, you will wish to ignore it, because it is work and it is not fun.

“And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.” (Galatians 6:9)

You will not regret that you addressed that issue, instead of hoping it would go away. You will not regret the years you pour into your children — and it is a continuous pouring out. There is a day coming when they will rise up and call you blessed if you are faithful. That day may be quite awhile in coming. But God is faithful and His Word is true, and if you are faithful to what He has called you to do, that day will come. Praise the Lord, I can testify to that!

And last, have you seen that billboard with a picture of Winston Churchill on it? Below his picture is a quote from him: “Never, never, never, never, never give up.” Although that quote came from the time of World War II, it is also for you and every other parent. Never give up. No matter what. You know, there are times when I have thought to myself, “Oh, if only I could have been the perfect mother! If only I weren’t so sinful myself. If only I hadn’t made mistakes. Then my children would have been perfect.” Never let yourself fall into that trap. That thought is not from the Lord. Reality check: Romans 3:23, “For all have sinned and come short of the glory of God.”

There are no perfect parents. None. There are no perfect children. Many times I have met some mom that I thought was perfect, only to find over time that she, too, had feet of clay. Every last one of them. Every parent, every child, is much less than perfect. That is why we need a Saviour. Pride has no place in us when we continually remember just how much we and our children need Jesus the Saviour. Your children will remind you many times over the years, in many ways, that you are less than perfect. Let that knowledge pull you to the foot of the cross, taking your children with you. And never, never, never give up.

Susie Castleberry, the mother of eight, raises kids and cows on a Wisconsin farm. Click here to visit the family blog.

No greater joy… (part 1)

by Mrs. Steve Castleberry

III John 4 says,

“I have no greater joy than to hear that my children walk in truth.”

I am an older mom of eight children – the oldest is thirty and the youngest is eleven –  and I can testify to the accuracy of that verse.  As a young mom, there is so much joy surrounding you every day.  There is the deep and new joy when you hold your precious gift from God in your arms for the very first time; later, when that baby looks into your eyes adoringly and smiles; and still later when it learns to say “Mama” and reaches out chubby little hands toward you.  And those things are just a few of the untold joys that each day of being a mother of little ones holds, as many of you know.

There is tremendous joy when your child decides to follow Jesus and give his life to Him.  As you see them grow spiritually, you will have joy.  But the greatest and most lasting joy is when you see your adult children walk in truth.  It is true joy to know that they are continuing to live for Him, even after they have become adults, through every circumstance and trial of life.

I am writing to those of you who are enjoying the joys of young motherhood, and yet are wondering if you will enjoy the years to come.  Wondering if you will truly see your children walk in truth once they are grown.

What should we as mothers do to raise our children so that they will walk in truth as adults?  First, we have to remember that only Jesus can save them.  We are His instruments, to be used for His purpose in their lives, turning our children’s hearts to Him, teaching and training and praying and correcting – but we are not their Saviour. We must trust in Him, and point them to Him.  As our children grow older, they stop looking at us with adoring eyes.  They see our failings and our sins, and they find that we aren’t really worthy of adoration.  But there is One Who is Worthy, One Who never sins, One Who never fails, and Jesus Christ is His Name.

our children (graphic by Chantel Brankshire)

We need to point our children to their worthy Saviour in many ways throughout the years we are blessed to have them with us.  Pray for your children as the Word of God tells us, “continuing instant in prayer.” As you rock your baby, and you see a sweet smile on his face, pray that he might bring a smile to the face of Jesus by his obedient life.  When your baby cries for you and reaches out his little arms to you, pick him up, cuddle him close, and pray that he might someday desire the Saviour even more than he desires you now.  As you help your toddler on with his shoes, pray that the Lord will always guide his footsteps in the narrow way.  Throughout your children’s lives, let everyday circumstances and occurrences cause you to pray for them, as well as praying for immediate needs and concerns.  Know the Word of God, and try to spend time in it each day, even if the time is short.  Ask the Lord to remind you of verses, and then turn those verses into prayers for your children as the Holy Spirit prompts you.

Demonstrate the love of Christ to your child, and do it consistently.  This encompasses so much that at times it may seem overwhelming to you, especially when the task is multiplied by a number of children.  But God never asks us to do more than we can do, and He has promised Himself to be our strength.   He gives us His Holy Spirit to empower us to do each task that He gives us.  Demonstrating the love of Christ includes meeting your children’s physical needs: feeding them when they are hungry, keeping them warm and clothed, making sure they have plenty of sleep – even those very basic things can demonstrate Christ’s love.  But how much more a Christian mother can do to demonstrate the love of Christ!

Comforting your child when he is hurt, frightened, sick, or lonely can teach him in a real and tangible way many of God’s truths.  “I will never leave thee nor forsake thee” can be really lived out before your child.  Think of Isaiah’s prophecy, “…the Lord hath anointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the brokenhearted…”  You can bind up the brokenhearted by taking your child in your arms and comforting him, no matter what his age or what the hurt may be.  Take a three-year-old in your arms now, and when she is twenty-something, she will seek your comfort and counsel when her heart is truly broken.

Make sure you always have time for your child when he truly needs you, never pushing him away or putting off meeting his needs because there are things you would rather do.  That means that many things will have to drop out of your life while your children are at home, especially as you are blessed with more children.  Demonstrate “he who comes to me, I will in no wise cast out.”  We aren’t Jesus, and those verses belong first to His relationship to us, but we have been placed by the Lord Jesus in a position to show our children in human form what it means to belong to Him.  You are the human the Lord is using most in your child’s life today to represent Him.  That is a privilege, and it is also a responsibility.

And here I am going to take a moment to get “on my soapbox.”  Moms, there is no meeting at church, no outing with friends, no telephone call to your sister that is worth putting your wants ahead of your child’s needs.  I have known Christian moms who will dose up a sick child with Tylenol to take them along to whatever activity the mom or other children don’t want to miss.  A sick child needs his bed, a blanket, a rocker and your arms, sleep, warmth, rest, quiet.  He does not need noise, commotion, a carseat, and impatience with the fact that he doesn’t feel good.  You are the grown-up.  You are the one setting the example of Christ, who laid down His life for us.  Lay down your life for your children, in whatever ways the Lord asks you to do so.  And there will be many, many ways over the years that you are asked to do so.  “He who is faithful in little will be faithful in much.”  How can we think that we would be able to do anything “big” for our Saviour if we are not willing to stay home with a sick child?

(to be continued)

Susie Castleberry, the mother of eight, raises kids and cows on a Wisconsin farm. Click here to visit the family blog.

Hold On to Your First Love

by September McCarthy

Newly married and walking into a church service with my husband, he is holding my hand — I can feel his ring against mine. I love this man.

Sitting in the pew, shoulder to shoulder, thinking about what we will do together this beautiful Sunday afternoon.  A nap?  A picnic?  We stand to sing, and we share a hymnal as he holds my hand again.  I love this man.

The message has kept me in rapt attention, but then I notice again this man sitting next to me,  his arm gently wrapped around my shoulder.  This is my new husband.  My man.  And he is mine alone.

Fast forward a few years, and that picture is a little different.

Babies, diaper bags, sippy cups, schedules…and me and my man.  More than a little different.

Sitting at opposite ends of the pew — for “traffic control.”  Now I’m in the back of the service feeding my newest blessing while my husband is up front.  What will we do today?  Nap?  Picnic?  Perhaps not.  Maybe.

Sound familiar?  Now take this picture and transfer it to the home.

What happened to that precious time between a man and wife?  How did they become so separated?

Sometimes, our habits bent out of good intentions push our priorities out of the way.  But that time together doesn’t have to disappear; it just looks a little different now.

hold on to your first love (graphic design by Chantel Brankshire)

Here are a few practical ideas that might help young moms to rediscover their first love.

1. Sit in the front of the car with your spouse.

A lot of moms take up residence in the back seat, to make life easier with children.  Don’t stay there, moms.  You belong sitting beside your husband.  Talk, hold hands, and listen while you drive.

2. Redefine your date nights.

You are having a weekly date night, right?  Naturally, the budget, timing, or babysitters will not always be ideal.  If not, then make your date nights in.  Put the children to bed early and relax.  It doesn’t have to be anything fancy.  Sometimes a little take-out food and a book or movie together is enough.

3. Talk.  Never stop talking.

Don’t feel guilty talking about your children during your time.  It’s okay — they are part of your common ground now.  Chat about your days, your ideals, visions, and what can change to help your current daily living (this will always be changing!).

4. Do your best to always turn in at the same time each night.

Work together with your schedules and responsibilities to head to bed at the same time — it needs to be mutual. This is one of the hardest things for couples as years go by, but it is so very possible. Prayer and talking together can be such a perfect way to close out your day together in peace.

5. Prayer and Worship.

Every couple has their own vision for the area of family devotions, prayer, and worship; what you choose for your family can be crucial to the unity of your marriage.  If a mom attends church weekly and sits in the nursery for all of her childbearing years, then she will gain nothing from her worship on those days, year after year.  Finding time in the Word and with her husband can refresh and renew her in a way that corporate worship might not.  Every couple has to find this balance for their home, and it looks different for each one.  Be in it together.

As you live with the vision to preserve your marriage with commitment, love and the Lord – keep your first love close. Don’t lose sight of that couple with paper-thin closeness in the church pew.  Your new variables can be rearranged.

I am September, wife to the Man that has protected my heart for 22 years, mom to ten children that I homeschool.  I am daily inspired by the work that Jesus Christ is doing in my life. It is by God’s amazing, bountiful, undeserved grace that I can see the plan He has for my life — even through the loss of seven of our babies.  I write with the prayer to honor the Lord with my words and actions.  Visit me at One September Day, where I am learning to embrace every season of motherhood, one day at a time.

I watched her with her children today…

photo by hollyclousephotography.comI watched her with her children today.

The gentle voice.  The soft instruction.

She didn’t try to moderate disagreements from where she was at the kitchen counter; she didn’t wait until she was finished mixing the cornbread to explain their error.

Swiftly, silently she was there dealing with the offender.

She wasn’t so engrossed in her work that she could turn a deaf ear to the upset voices; she wasn’t more intent on her task than on her children.

She was awake and attentive to the constant need for instruction.

 

I listened in her home today.

Peaceful.  Playful.  Quiet.  Happy.

We swapped ideas about teaching reading and sharing. We discussed titles and concepts of parenting books and methods.

She’s not perfect, and neither are they.

But what struck me most was what she didn’t say, the tone that wasn’t in her voice.

What I heard was the loving, patient way she spoke to each one of putting her sister first.

What they saw was that she put them first.

originally From: The Little Pink House

5 Things to Remember {when the doctor says you’ll never be a mom}

5 Things to Remember (graphic by Chantel Brankshire, photo by Natasha Metzler)

1. Let yourself grieve. More than once.

When I found out that my sister-in-law was pregnant with twins, I cried huge blistering tears over the ultrasound pictures. And I thought, “There. I mourned never seeing an ultrasound of my own baby.”

Wrong.

Every few months I mourn the babies that will never be. The months may stretch longer as the years pass but it still happens. And it’s okay.

2. Tell friends that you’re battling infertility.

So many keep it a secret: don’t. Be willing to share!

I’m not saying that you need to announce it at church… but, if you’re constantly being hurt by insensitive comments and you’re starting to dread Sunday mornings and fear is keeping you hostage: you may need to be brave enough and humble enough to stand up and say, “Hey, guys, we can’t have a baby. Pray for us?”

We’re a body. We work together. When one person falls down under crushing weight — it’s time for the rest to step in. Let them.

Pretending to stand when you’re crumbling is actually pride in action.

3. Don’t avoid babies.

Hold them. Cuddle them. Kiss their cheeks. Squeeze their little chubby legs. Tickle their toes. Can’t do it without crying? Go ahead! Salt water never hurt a baby.

The Enemy would love nothing more than to cut you off from little ones. Don’t let him.

I’ve been known to walk into hospital rooms and say, “Hi, I’m here to cry over your baby.” I snuggle them, drip tears and pray that God will raise them up to be warriors for His kingdom. Then I hand them back soaking wet.

4. Repent.

I guarantee that if you’re struggling with infertility there will be a day when you see a mom that isn’t fit to be one and you will think, “God! Why does THAT girl get a baby and not me? I would be a better mom than THAT.”

I’ve done it. I’ve said it. I’ve prayed it. I’ve been that foolish, that prideful and that full of bitterness.

It’s like having a broken leg and watching someone walk by and thinking, “I am a WAY better walker than that — she should have the broken leg, not me!”

But God is gracious. He heals. He turns bitter to sweet. But we have to repent. We have to ask forgiveness. Don’t stay there, I beg of you. When you see your sin get it out before it consumes you.

your pain... (graphic by Chantel Brankshire)5. Remember: every person carries pain.

Don’t be foolish enough to think that you’re the only one writhing in pain.

That lady with six kids? She may have buried four.

That unmarried girl with a toddler and a baby on the way? She may fall asleep every night shaking in fear because everyone around her uses her and leaves her crushed and broken.

That girl you grew up with that married her high school sweetheart and had three children, just like she planned? She may go for a walk one day with her twelve-year-old and a car may swerve and kill her daughter right in front of her.

You don’t know. Don’t fall for the lie that your pain is the ultimate. There is a lot of pain in this world.

Those are true stories. I know those women.

Don’t misunderstand me: your pain is real. But it is not the only pain.

Just like you need to let the body hold you up when your pain is crushing you — you must be willing to look beyond yourself to see other people’s pain and help hold them up.

One more thing:

On this Mother’s Day, don’t hide in your house.  Don’t shrink in the corner. Go to church in a pretty dress with a smile. Cry if you need to. Be open. Be real. Be gentle. And kiss as many babies as possible, thanking the Lord for every. single. one. Because they are gifts, even if they aren’t yours.

Don’t worry; my little babies will be getting saltwater baths before I hand them back to their mamas. And I will be clinging to the promise that He will heal my heart because that’s what He does — He heals.

In Him,
Natasha

kiss babies... (graphic by Chantel Brankshire)

Receiving Jesus

It had been a rather hard evening. After two busy days with only too-short car naps, we had some very tired kids. A very fussy baby and a toddler who would start throwing a tantrum at the slightest provocation. And Mommy’s attitude wasn’t the best either. I was very ready for bedtime, but dreading it at the same time, since our youngest is not known for her stellar sleeping ability.

After supper, we got ready for our nightly “Bible time”. And frankly, I wanted to skip that night…let’s get these kids in bed! But we continued our reading in Matthew, tonight chapter eighteen, one that I had read many times. Obviously I needed to hear it again.

[Jesus said] “Whoever receives one such child in my name receives me, but whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in me to sin, it would be better for him to have a great millstone fastened around his neck and to be drowned in the depth of the sea…See that you do not despise one of these little ones. For I tell you that in heaven their angels always see the face of my Father who is in heaven.
-Matthew 18:5-6, 10 (emphasis mine)

I was brought up short, and quite convicted. Was I “receiving” my children with the same attitude that I would receive Jesus? In short, not at all. Instead I was frustrated with their constant neediness and their apparent inability to just pull themselves together and get a better attitude (perhaps they were just taking their cues from their mommy?).

receiving my children (graphic by Chantel Brankshire, image http://www.sxc.hu/profile/rbostwick)

I wasn’t exactly “despising” them, but I certainly wasn’t being very loving. At that moment, I certainly wasn’t treasuring them in the way that God treasures little ones if their angels are the ones that always see His face. It was a reminder that I so needed. I repented and asked my kids’ forgiveness and we all went and bounced on the trampoline for a few minutes. Peace and joy were restored.

Later that night, I was continuing to meditate on and mull over those verses and what they should look like in my life. Aaron and I were discussing it and he brought up another view that I hadn’t considered: When you “receive” a child through becoming a parent, it’s hard. You have to sacrifice a lot and your weaknesses are brought to the surface. But in weakness, that’s where you find Jesus and His grace. “Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.” (Matthew 5:3)

There’s so much grace needed in parenting. May I continue to show it to my children and cling to it for myself.

originally published at Something Simple

Frumps to Pumps

The point is, if we dress differently, we will act differently. We will be ready for whatever the day hands us; we will be ready to pursue our day with intentionality.
(page 15, Frumps to Pumps)

It’s so much easier to remember to get dressed, do my hair, and put a bit of makeup on when I’m actually going someplace for the day.  Or when I know there’s a UPS delivery coming or a client stopping by.  But when it’s just the kids and me, I can usually be found racing to to the mirror five minutes before their daddy is expected home for lunch.

Frumps to PumpsSarah Mae knows exactly what that’s like to be stuck in the (very cozy) frumps at home all day.  Her eBook Frumps to Pumps is written in a fun and chatty style, chock full of motivation to get up, get dressed, and get going with your day.  But even though it’s all about an one-month de-frumping, Frumps to Pumps puts a devotional emphasis on our beauty and worth as a daughter of God being even more important than the clothes we happen to be wearing.

When you let your identity be found in Him, you can live your life in freedom. You don’t have to pretend or get affirmation from how you look or what kind of clothes you have. You know that you are loved and perfect for eternity, so just live!
(page 9, Frumps to Pumps)

If you’re looking for something to put the spring back into your step around the house, the “motivational” Frumps to Pumps just might be it.  And just in case you’re wondering, no high heels are required.

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