Gift Card Giveaway

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To all who serve and have served our country, thank you.  I can’t imagine our great country without the brave men and women who dedicate their lives to our service.  Thank you.

Memorial Day is also the unofficial start to summer.  To celebrate the beginning of summer, I’m giving away a $25 gift card to a blog subscriber.  To enter is easy, subscribe to the blog here.  If you are already subscribed, you are included in the drawing.  Please forward to your friends who are interested.  If they subscribe, you will receive an additional entry for each referral, just send me a quick message with their name so you get the credit.

You must be subscribed by May 31st at 11:59pm.  Winner announced June 1st.

May we enter this summer with intentional purpose, taking charge of the time, drawing closer to God, and making memories with our family and friends.

Happy Memorial Day!

Grades Are Overrated

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“Hi, Renee. Can you come in next week to discuss your son’s test results?”  My heart felt that familiar momma squeeze. You know the one.  The phone call wasn’t surprising.  I’ve asked every doctor, teacher, and friend I know to help me solve the mystery of his little brain for years.

Preschool teachers reassured me that everything was fine.  All kids develop at different rates.  I knew this to be true.  He’s my third, not my first.  A momma just knows when something isn’t quite right.  Even when everyone else tells you it’s nothing, you know in your heart it’s something.

At a preschool meeting  when he was 3, I shared my concerns.  After listening they offered, “Now that you mention it, there are times we can give an instruction and he seems to understand perfectly.  Minutes later we can give a similar instruction, and he can’t seem to follow it.  There is no rhyme or reason.”

At 18 months I took him to the pediatrician.  “He screams.  A lot.  Way more than the average toddler.”  The response was typical.  “He’s just a toddler.  They get frustrated.”  I felt there was more to his frustration than toddler frustration.  We kept on.

I asked the doctors if he could see well.  Was his hearing ok?  Everything seemed to check out.

God creates exactly what He wants to create.  God doesn’t create mistakes.  God doesn’t form a human being, send him into the world, and say, “Oops, guess I messed up on that one.”  He says, “It was very good.”

He knits us together in the womb.  Precision and attention to detail are undeniable.

I sat in Andrew’s classroom surrounded by loving teachers and administrators to discuss what I’ve seen for years and am now grateful others see as well.  His teacher and I have been communicating even prior to enrolling him in her class.  God used her and others in his school to comfort a momma’s heart that wants to know everything will be ok.  They didn’t make any promises about his learning path.  They couldn’t possibly.  But they love him.  His teacher loves him and sees what I see.  A unique soul filled with a love for God that is mature beyond his young years.

I knelt at his bed the night before the last day of school and watched him sleep.  Those arms are longer, feet are bigger.  Facial features are maturing.  Little hands becoming big boy hands.

And I thanked God that He made Andrew exactly the way He made Him.  I poured out my heart to God at that bedside.

“God if you had made learning easy for him, I would take for granted the magnificent ways you have created our brains to function.  I would have taken for granted the ease with which learning seems to take place.  I would have been prone to pride in my heart over the academic successes of my boys.  I would have taken the credit for what is not mine to claim.”

“God, if you hadn’t created him the way you had, I may have never been able to see the interesting treasures of his heart that cover where he is weak.  The parts that really matter.”

“God, you love this child more than I do, which is beyond my ability to comprehend.  If my heart aches at his struggles, what must yours feel?”

“God, he may have trouble learning letters, numbers, and sounds, but you have graced me with a gift that I treasure more than any gift I can remember in a long time.  You have allowed me to see a glimpse of a child’s heart that is sold out to you.  A heart that loves you with the most genuine love I’ve ever seen.  A heart that knows the giver of all things and knows who he belongs to.  Lord, thank you for the gift of this child, created exactly the way he is created. Let me love every unique twist and turn we encounter knowing that along the way, I will see you more clearly.”

We closed out another successful year last week.  We are realizing that success looks different for each of our children.  To celebrate and broadcast boldly an all A’s accomplishment of one sends a message to another that that is the picture of success.  All A’s are fine.  But it’s not everything.

We’ve never talked about grades much in our home.  Kids put enough pressure on themselves without us adding to it.  It’s attitude and effort.  Have a great attitude and work with your best effort.  If God has given you a brain that learns easily, all A’s will come.  If He has given you a brain that needs to work a bit harder, you may not get all A’s, but with a positive attitude and effort, you will succeed, and God will be glorified.

As we begin to navigate new territory of learning disabilities, I’m seeing scholastic achievement in a whole new light.  This year we aren’t rewarding or praising our boys for receiving good grades.  We are praising for working at school as if they are working for the Lord.

We give all we have to the Lord, the results are up to Him.  If the result is A’s, great.  If the result is B’s, great.  If the result is incredibly low test scores, great.  As long as we give all we have to the Lord, trusting in His ultimate plan for our life, God is glorified.

Grades are overrated.

A heart doesn’t receive a grade.  Loving others doesn’t receive a grade.  A good work ethic doesn’t receive a grade.  Integrity doesn’t receive a grade.  Putting others first doesn’t receive a grade.  But God sees it all.  He sees into our hearts, and when we work out of a deep love for Him, He will work everything out for us.  It might not look the way we want, but God doesn’t make mistakes.

My prayer over the summer, leading up to a new school year, is, “Lord, let us not focus on results, grades, and test scores.  Let us focus on effort and attitude.  Cultivate in our children hearts that love you so much they want to give everything they have to you.  May you receive glory and honor through their little lives.  Thank you for the gift of another school year with these kids.  Thank you for one more summer.”

 

 

Cheers to another year

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After a morning of eyes filling with tears, straining to hold them back, allowing a few to escape, and doing it repeatedly, my head screamed for relief by afternoon.  The emotions were right at the surface all week long as we wrapped up yet another school year with our three boys.

Yesterday we celebrated awards day at their school.  The first year we attended this school, Steve said, “Make sure I never miss an awards day.”  Even if our kids aren’t receiving a “big” award, it’s a day not to be missed.  The teachers see the best of our kids.  They have them for the best parts of the day.  We get them home when they are worn out and ready to fight.  Because the teachers don’t have to live with them, they have the ability to see the wonderful gifts their character and hearts have to offer.  Awards day is a day of celebrating the heart of each child and seeing the unique way God has created them.

Through the crazy schedules, chaotic days, and year-end celebrations, I came away this week with some noteworthy reflections.  I’m not sure how that happened because I barely had time to think this week.  This year felt different for some reason.  I had a different perspective of my boys and a new appreciation for their hearts and lives.

They worked hard, and it paid off. Honestly, I really don’t care about the grades.  I care about attitude and effort.  If those are good, the grades will follow.

As a mom we spend most of our time in the trenches.  At times that means we see only the battle we are fighting at the current moment.  We are unable to see the bigger picture and what it will look like on the side of victory.  Too much work is left and too much is at stake.

Our morning routines this year were better than last.  Progress worth celebrating.  Less fighting, less rushing, less chaos.  Nevertheless, we spent hours over the year breaking up arguments, settling disputes, training in loving, directing eyes back to the Lord off the offender.  In those moments, it’s hard to see all of the good wrapped up in those hearts.

This week I’ve been at the school almost every day.  Year end parties at the skating rink, year end parties at the school, science project volcano explosions, awards day, meetings.  You name it.  But today is the last day.  Today we celebrate another school year the Lord has gifted to us.

I’ll be honest, I’m fighting anxiety this week pretty hard.  It seems this week is a culmination of accomplishments, discoveries, endings, and beginnings.  My emotions have been hanging at the surface all week, bursting forth with every opportunity for expression.  While my kids are wrapping up this school year, I’m heading off to the Blue Ridge Christian Writers Conference for 4 days.  This holds another bag of mixed emotions.  Excitement, anticipation, nervousness, fear to name a few.

Would you pray for me while I’m away at the conference?  Particularly, that I would be renewed and refreshed.  That I would see the Lord with fresh eyes and be granted wisdom and discernment.  Prayers for divine appointments would be appreciated and prayers that I can string together coherent sentences and communicate the messages God has placed on my heart would be nice too.  Finally, pray for my family while I’m away.  Pray for my husband and the grandparents on duty for week one of summer break. For safety and sweet memories.

Much love,

Renee

Slow Growth Is Better Than No Growth

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A little over a week ago marked three years that we have lived in North Carolina.  I do this thing all the time where I look back at the last year.  It happens at random times, but often when we hit a milestone, like the anniversary of a move, or the birth of a child, or a career change in your late thirties.

This time last year I was one month into signing my contract to have Seeking Christmas published.  I was celebrating the one year anniversary of my blog (now we are at 2 years), and I had never considered speaking in front of groups of women or attending a writers conference.

I find my joy increases when I focus on  celebrating growth and progress rather than always looking to where I want to go.  A thankful heart replaces a discontented heart.  I’m a long way from what I dream for a writing and speaking ministry, but at the same time I’m further than I ever imagined.  I’m not the person I want to be, but God tells me He’s not through with me yet.  I’m a work in progress, and the progress is reason to give thanks.

In the last year God has opened doors, closed doors, blessed opportunities, revealed areas of sin that were hindering my personal growth, taught me how to fight fear with trust, and most importantly how to be thankful.

Now I stand on the brink of what I feel is a new year beginning.  Spring reveals new growth, new life, new beginnings, and fresh starts.  Where bareness once resided, new life begins to sprout.  At this time last year, I was so excited about the start of my “real” writing journey. Today, I find myself in awe over what God has done.  How he is always revealing Himself to me.

I attended She Speaks last summer and looked around at the amazing women with thriving blogs and books on the bestseller’s list.  And I started to panic.  Then Lysa TerKeurst made a statement that stuck, “Get better before bigger.”  That one sentence gave me the freedom to focus my efforts on doing what I loved, releasing me from the pressure of growth.  More importantly, that sentence shifted my focus back to God off of myself and results.

This blog has grown more than I imagined over the last year.  Yet, it’s still so small.  I like small.  I crave intimate relationships that are fully transparent and completely authentic.  I have that here with you.  And I treasure it.

Thank you for allowing me into your lives.  Thank you for the way you speak into my life.  I’m so blessed by this community of readers and friends who desire to honor God with their lives and open up with each other to spur us on.

I felt the need to share this because the next few months are going to be very busy around here, and my posts may decrease to once a week rather than twice a week.  More details to follow soon.  Briefly, I’m attending 2 writers conferences, I’ve written a third of my next book, my sweet munchkins will be home all day, every day, and we are hosting an orphan for 5 weeks again with NHFC.  In the midst of all of that, I’m committed to maintaining simplicity and celebrating the small, slow, and sacred life that summer brings.

This summer I want to celebrate growth daily.

If you look back over your last year, where do you see progress and growth worth celebrating?

Is there an area in your life you are still waiting to see growth happen and change take place?  Me too.

I have a little practical application for us today.  Write a letter to yourself describing your situation.  In that letter,  describe how that situation would look if you had your choice. Paint the picture you dream of.  Then do something radical.  Pray. This will accomplish 2 things.  First, you will bring it purposefully before God.  Second, in your own mind, you will change your focus.  Rather than focusing on what isn’t, you will focus on what could be if it aligns with the will of God.

Is there a relationship you wish looked different?  Is there a ministry you want to start?  Is there a new job you want to explore that better uses your gifts?  Is there something your heart aches for that you’ve stopped praying about?  Is there an area of sin you know God is calling you to fight?

Today, write that letter to yourself.  This summer commit to praying daily, thanking God for His blessing and boldly requesting His blessings.  Thank Him for the opportunity to see growth take place.  Then prepare to celebrate that growth.  Summer is for growing.  Summer is for celebrating.

Matthew 19:26 Jesus looked at them and said, “With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.”

My Favorite Family Books for Summer

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When I think of summer, I think of books and sweat.  Mostly because I remember sitting outside on summer days, swinging on the porch swing, reading the day away.  Even in my adult years, summer is the time I read more than any other time of the year.  And for my kids, when I hear, “I’m bored,”  the answer is usually, “Go read.”

When Andrew was a toddler and still napped in the afternoon, the older boys and I would sit on the screen porch and read together.  This was a time I would read out loud to them books that wouldn’t hold Andrew’s attention.  Andrew is now old enough to join us, and this time has become a little tradition.  I sip coffee, they sip lemonade, we rock in chairs, and we listen and linger over words.

I’m a big believer in reading anything.  Read, read, read.  However, reading offers a perfect opportunity for some intentional spiritual nurturing.  I thought today would be a good time to share our favorite summer books.

These books are PERFECT for the ages of my boys 5, 8, and 10.  But honestly, we’ve been reading them for 2 years now and they enjoyed them then.  There are many years ahead to enjoy them as well.

Case for Christ, Case for Faith, Case for Creator.  All the Case for…. books by Lee Strobel are amazing for kids.  The information is so easy to understand, and it really challenges them to think beyond, “I believe because you tell me to.”  He has a whole series just for kids.  They are fun, and my kids love listening to me read these books.

I’m a huge Josh McDowell fan.  He writes apologetics I can understand.  The same holds true for the books he writes for kids.  Our favorite is The Awesome Book of Bible Answers for Kids.  I have always read this aloud.  Now they enjoy reading it on their own.  The chapters are short, so it’s a great book to leave on the table, and they can pick it up and read a few minutes here and there without feeling they have to have the time to become involved in a storyline.  Zachary loves to tell me the cool facts he is learning.  The questions are the types even we as adults struggle with.

Other favorites include Jesus is Alive by McDowell and The Amazing Bible Adventure for Kids.

I’ve tried buying my boys individual devotions and they never stick with it.  These books are different.  They don’t feel it’s something added to their to-do list.

If you are looking for a way to weave in spiritual training this summer, I highly recommend these books.  It’s effortless and entertaining, yet the truths sink deep.

Summer kicks off officially in my house in exactly one week.  Our books are out and ready to read!

What are some of your favorite summer books?  Both children and adult?

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Challenged by the faith of a child

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2 Timothy 3:16 “All scripture is God-breathed and useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting, and training in righteousness.”

For once he wasn’t the one being disciplined.  He lingered in the doorway listening to the serious tones used on his brothers as Steve and I were deep in the middle of some serious business.  Turning towards his room, he bolted, only to return moments later ready to intercede.  Quietly, he approached me while I continued speaking to his brothers.  Matter-of-factly, he placed his adult Bible, his treasured possession, on my lap announcing confidently, “I know what we need.  We need God’s Word to help us.”

Well, yes.  Umm, yes we do.  How do you respond to that?  Of course we do.  Of course we need the Bible to teach us and guide us.  It’s usually my job to remember that.  However, in the heat of the moment, I forgot what I most needed.  Instead, I had turned to myself, my wisdom, my words.  Until a 5-year-old gently reminded me I had help available right in that very moment that I wasn’t utilizing.

“Here, start here,”  his raspy voice instructed as he opened the Bible, which fell naturally open to Proverbs.  The wisdom book.  So, I read.  A peace transcended him, yet he wasn’t even the one in need of instruction in that moment.  Reading God’s Word out loud changed the tone, channeled the emotions, brought tenderness and gentleness to replace sharp tongues and deflated spirits.

Andrew embodies something I desire for myself.  The deepest hunger for God’s Word.  Like we see so often in children, faith seems effortless, as natural as breathing.  Jesus is life in the truest sense to him.  I’ve always seen a sensitivity in his spirit towards God’s Word.  At the beginning of K-4, his teacher commented to me how when she opens the Bible to read, he is captivated, soaking in every word.  Fears of his failure to learn letters and numbers quiet as I see he grasps what truly matters.  At least for this time period in his life.

Where Andrew challenges me the most is his courage to boldly proclaim his love of the Word.  The world hasn’t lied to him yet.  The world hasn’t influenced him to care more what others think yet.  Last Saturday this had never been more evident.

Saturdays are usually spent at the baseball fields hopping back and forth between games. After Andrew’s game, we piled in the car for Jacob’s game.  It’s always a mad dash, and this time was no different.  Lunch was inhaled in 20 minutes, then we loaded up.  As seat belts clicked, Andrew said, “Wait, I forgot something.  Hold on, mommy, I’ll be right back.  I need my Bible.”

“Andrew, it’s fine here.  We will be home in a few hours.”

“No, I need to take it.”

He returned with his giant, adult Bible.  The one he loves.  The one he can’t read.  The one that he sits in bed at night staring at the words.  And when I turn his light out, I find him curled up with that giant Bible.  I can only imagine the smile on God’s face at that sight.  It’s precious beyond words.

20 minutes later, we are pulling into the ball field, unloading again.  He grabs his giant Bible and his baseball hat.  “Honey, you can leave that in the car.  It will be fine.”

“No, mommy, I want it with me.”

Honestly, I felt so embarrassed.  I just knew every parent thought I was a Pharisee walking around proclaiming my holiness.  I imagined them saying, “Oh, look at her, thinking she is so holy, she even has her kids carrying Bibles to baseball games.”  I was so embarrassed that I was quick to tell every single person that Andrew insisted on bringing it.

He sat with his little friend at the fence to the field, Bible open, watching the game. Eventually, he went to play with his friends and brought me the Bible for safe keeping.  I quickly hid it under my purse.  I mean it’s one thing when people know I write about everyday faith, but it’s another thing completely when they see me carrying around a Bible. I’m not proud of this, but it’s the truth.  I care what people think.  Though, I will tell you I don’t.  We know the truth.

The clearest picture I have of a soul that can’t get enough I captured last week.  The day had been long, hard, and cruel to a 5-year-old.  So he fought back hard, until there was no fight left in him.  When I entered his room, I stopped in the doorway speechless.  A little boy who had cried for 2 hours and had the roughest evening lay as peaceful as I’ve ever seen.  His head rested on that giant Bible, his treasured possession.  He may only be 5, but his soul knows Who it longs for.

His little life speaks to me, challenges me.  I want to boldly proclaim my faith.  I want to run hard to God’s word before lashing back with my tongue.  I want to lay my head down at night soaking in His Word into the empty corners longing to be filled.

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Psalm 4:8 “In peace I will lie down and sleep, for you alone, O LORD, will keep me safe”

Expectations of Summer

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If you missed the post on Monday, start here.

If you have been a reader here for awhile, you know how I feel about memories.  In case you don’t know me that well yet, I’ll go ahead and tell you.  I think memories are incredibly important.  It’s part of the reason I wrote Seeking Christmas.  In an effort to make books of memories, I create expectations for myself that leave me disappointed with feelings of unwarranted guilt if I’m not careful.

If I expect summer to give me rest and fulfill my desires, I may be disappointed.  If I expect to encounter God while serving my family, I may just find myself pleasantly surprised with the joy I find in hidden places.

Summer To-Expect List

Expect exhaustion – but anticipate falling asleep knowing I gave everything I had to give.  Summer will require me to work a bit harder, and I will work as if I’m working for the Lord, knowing that while I’m serving my peeps, I’m serving Him.

Expect the grocery bill to double– and expect to feed their little souls while I fill their bellies.

Expect to trip over army men and step on Kapla blocks – and hold tight to the memories of the days when imaginations could create anything they wanted.  When life didn’t step on the air hose of their imagination.

Expect to get nothing accomplished – but know that a day will come when I will have time to get everything done.  And I will miss these days.  Remember that my greatest accomplishment in a day might just be to remind them they are loved and cherished.  

Expect to have little or no quiet and time to myself– and love that they are healthy enough to make noise. Learn to celebrate the life in them- noise, mess, and all.  Be grateful that they want to be near me rather than annoyed that they won’t leave my side.  When I feel like saying, please get out from underneath my feet, may I bite my tongue and say instead “I love having you near me.”

Expect to feel as if I’m preparing meals, cleaning, preparing meals and cleaning – and remember who I am truly serving when I serve them.  

Expect to break up fights and wonder where I’ve gone wrong – and be thankful for opportunities to train in conflict resolution.

Expect the volume to be uncomfortable – and plan to hold my tongue until I escape outside for some fresh air.

Expect them to complain and grumble – and look for opportunities to cultivate thanksgiving in their hearts.

Expect the days to feel long – and rejoice in the length of days that allows the conversation to go a touch deeper.  Be thankful for the randomness of our conversations because there is ample time to chat.

Expect to fight a losing battle between a clean house and a lived in house – and decide instead to train these boys to be helpers to their wives one day, to let them take ownership with me in keeping house, and releasing my ideas of what a “clean” house actually looks like.

Expect moments of time I will treasure – but be ready to accept they may look drastically different from last year.  Celebrate the change, don’t fight it.

Expect moments of mommy failure – and be ready to seek forgiveness from them and from God.  Most importantly, when I lose it and I’ve asked forgiveness, remember the guilt may try to hang around.  Be quick to kiss it goodbye so it can’t threaten the moments ahead waiting to be claimed and redeemed.

Expect to look at the calendar each day and panic at how quickly fall is approaching – and decide instead to taste, touch, and experience each day to the best of my abilities.  I will decide not to dwell on how quickly time moves and instead thank Him for the gift of today and this moment.

Expect to have moments that feel more than I can bear – and learn to be ok with that because it’s just one of the many ways I will experience the presence of God.

This summer I will expect to encounter God throughout my days.  I will expect to experience true joy.  I will expect to live so intentionally full each day that the night before school starts, I will cry my way through the house.  But I will expect those tears to be happy tears, not tears of regrets.   I’m deciding now that I will expect nothing more each day than to love on my family while encountering God moment by moment.  And now you have to hold me to this.