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Saturday, December 5, 2015

A Mom's Heart: His Vessel

Here's a copy of the talk I was honored to give at A Mom's Heart in Illinois in November.  It was such fun to be with my Mom heart moms from around the country and meet new mamas in Illinois.

Hello Moms!  My name is Kellie Coombs and I live in chaotic No.Va.  Yes, for those of you who’ve spent time in So.Cal, the traffic is worse in No.Va.  As an army wife of 23 years, now retired, I’ve lived and traveled all over the US and Europe.  The one major city I won’t learn to drive in is: DC!  That’s my hubby’s job.  My husband John and I have been married for 26 years and now have 5 children.  Lyndsay married our new son, Christopher in March, Adam, Emily and Jesse or as we call him:  Jman. The children range in age from 27 to 13 and have all been mostly homeschooled from the beginning.  I should add that I’m originally from Illinois, raised in Kankakee County, and traveled the 55 down south often to visit family members.   My father is from Woodriver and went to Woodriver High School.  If the school still has the pictures of graduating classes lining the hall ways, you’ll find my grandmother, father, 3 uncles and an aunt on those walls.  If you are a member of the Tweedy, St. Peters, Gray or Anderson families:  We are probably related.  I’d love to speak with you later.

 During my time in Texas in the late 90s, I heard about this homeschooling mama who would be speaking at a Conference in Arlington, TX.  I packed up, grabbed a girlfriend and off we went.  At that conference our sweet Sally spoke on Seasons of a Mother’s Heart.  The theme of the book and the message that has stuck in my soul for the last 20 years is this: 

“The more I study the Bible, though, the more I also am reminded of what it is I really need as a homeschooling mother (for my purpose today I’ll substitute Vessel for Christ)- The ministry of the Holy Spirit, the power of prayer, the provision of grace, and the life of faith.  When I need encouragement to persevere, I need the light of God’s truth shining on the shadowy places in my heart.  I need the gentle admonition of the Holy Spirit to run the race with endurance.  I need to be transformed by the renewing of my mind with God’s purpose for mothers, fathers, and children.” 


During the last 20 years Sally and I first became email friends and shortly after, she became my mentor.  She has become our Titus 2 woman, encouraging and teaching others in God’s word and applying it to the every day life of a mother in the mundane.  If Sally has said it once, she’s said a thousand times to us corporately and individually: 

1.     Wise women copy Wise women. 
2.     And 2ndly:  In the absence of Biblical Conviction, people will go the way of culture. 

Becoming a Titus 2 woman and willing Vessel to be poured out for His purposes hasn’t been easy.  As soon as I felt I’d mastered one part of Christian mothering, there would be a void found in another place. 

But I was a willing vessel….When I first heard Sally say at a conference :  I wanna be your girl, Lord!  Use me!  I thought I’d found my Kindred Spirit for the rest of my life!  How many of you are encourage today to hear that I Wanna Be YOUR GIRL, LORD!  Use me!  Use me to the next generation of mamas, help me to walk in Truth and to teach others! 

Walking in Truth comes with every mamas’ favorite Word:  Pruning!: 

John 15: 1-6  I am the true vine and my Father in the vine dresser.  Every branch in Me that does not bear fruit, he takes away and every branch that bears fruit, he prunes it so that it may bear more fruit……..abide in me and I in you.  As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself unless it abides in the vine, so neither can you unless you abide in me.   I am the vine, you are the branches, if you remain in me and I in you, you will bear my fruit:  apart from Me you can do nothing.   If you do not remain in me you are like a branch that’s thrown away and withers.  Such branches are picked up, thrown into the fire and burned. 




Staying connected to the vine, accepting and responding to the pruning the Vinedresser bestows on us is a part of becoming a willing vessel.  I want to take the remainder of our time today and chat with you about lessons I’ve learned and the way the Spirit and Word have shined on those Shadowy Places of my heart, how He’s pruned me to yield more fruit and become the willing Vessel and Branch to be used today. 



To stay Filled Up, we must stay connected. 







Paul writes in 2nd Timothy 2:20-21 (paraphrased) that like the many vessels in a large house, we are to be “vessels for honor, sanctified, and useful to the Master, prepared for every good work.” The purpose of a vessel is two-fold.  First, to receive and preserve what the Master places in it, and second, to pour out its contents at the proper time to according to the Master’s need. 

As vessels, we must be prepared for the good work our Master intends for us.  There are four principals regarding being filled properly and pouring effectively that we must be mindful of:



            1) We must be filled with the Word of God
            2) We must be filled through Prayer
            3) We must know our Vessel
            4) We must be prepared to Pour

Filled with His Word.  

About six years ago my family and I found ourselves facing tremendous hardship.  The circumstances left me sitting in my chair for most of the day, each day, for about a year.  I was stunned into silence. I knew at the time as I do now, the Old Testament and Gospels repeat that “a bruised reed He shall not break and a dimly lit candle he shall not quench.”  Because I had a Testimony until that time of not being broken yet, I was able to respond albeit with tears and heartache the same words Mary used to respond to the angel’s news of a baby that would Save the World.    Her Magnificat:  Oh my Soul Does magnify the Lord and my spirit does rejoice in God my Savior.  The pruning happened, it was harsh and painful.  What I’d been filled with to that point was the connection that held me and our family to the Vine, yielded to the Vinedresser.   That year in my chair led me straight into God’s Word.  I devoured it.  I sunk deep into the Vine.  I longed to know Christ, His Father, and the Spirit better than I ever had before.  Circumstances were grim, and experience thus far had taught me to choose Him and His ways if I didn’t want to respond in harshness like the world.  I had to choose to be a vessel filled with His Word rather than filled with a spirit of bitterness.

During this time, a girlfriend invited me to her Precept Bible Study.   Solid teaching with grounded women, time to study each day and be filled with His word and pray together. What an answer to prayer this was!   It took about a year, but it was needed time with the Lord and I slowly got out of my chair and was able to stand again! See, as His Word instructs us, receive the pruning to yield more fruit.  I was beginning to shoot forth a few tender inches from my pruning point and healing was taking place.  Since that time,  I’m a huge believer in Precept Bible Studies. It was just the thing I needed at the time.  Whether it is Precept Bible Studies, Bible Study Fellowship, a small group at your church, your home, or in your neighborhood, a daily Bible study with accountability is a key component in staying filled.




Filled Through Prayer.

When I was finally able to pull myself out of my chair, I put on a pair of walking shoes and got outside.  During this time, a couple of girlfriends were walking their own hardships.  One very smart friend asked if we could all use a distraction.  Boy Did we!  Now, I’d been a big walker in the past, enjoying beauty and creation, but this was different.  There were serious, life changing issues at hand that we three girls were dealing with.  We needed Jesus to show up big, or we were going to get in our own way and fill our vessels with bitterness and resentment. So, we fought the binge desires and took to the streets of our neighborhoods intent on taking 10,000 steps a day.  During these walks I was able to line up my circumstances with God’s Word. The beauty of His Word captivated me and my own very real, painful struggles began to heal, step after step, prayer after prayer.  I learned to speak back God’s Word to Him.  We can be filled with attitudes that say, “It’s all a mystery to me, this Bible, I’ll never understand it, why try?”  “Nothing changes, I tried to pray every day for a week, nothing happened!” 

I was not just building physical muscles and endurance as I walked and prayed … I was building spiritual muscles and endurance as well!  I spoke back to God his Word that I was learning from Bible study.  Ask Him to help you understand the Why and How of Scripture.  Why did Ezekiel have to lie on his side?  Were the exiles really able to understand the affliction Ezekiel’s actions were to reveal to them?  Why did ravens feed Elijah?  Really, Lord, You wanted even Ahab to be saved?  You pursued Ahab?  What must that mean you think of me?  Desire for me? The affliction that we are enduring at this time must be understood by You, Lord!  You sought after Ahab, as the book of Kings tells us and because I’m grafted into you by the death of Your Son, You pursue this bruised reed to tend to it as well!   See the transformation ladies?  From broken to comforted, I was able, by the power of the Holy Spirit, to view my circumstances from His perspective.  As I filled my vessel with His Word and prayer there was less room for self pity and bitterness.  Walking out my prayers, in view of His Creation where God is in full view!  Deep greens of trees, blooming flowers and bushes, the smell on honey suckle on a country road filled my Vessel.  These long nature walks of prayer and beauty yielded great compassion for others in my life and I look back on those days with a heart of gratitude and thanks.  


Know Your Vessel.

Back in Thessalonians Paul says we’re each different vessels, made of different materials for different purposes. ’  We must know What Message God has Given Each of Us to Proclaim His Goodness to this world.

My Message is One of Encouragement!  Romans 12:8

if it is to encourage, then give encouragement;

I am by nature an encourager.  But, as in all things, there can be a right way and a wrong way to get across our messages. 


Over the years, I’ve learned more and more about myself.  Using a great tool called the Myers-Briggs personality test.  Isabel Myers and her mother Katherine Briggs believed that understanding your personality type can help you appreciate your own strengths, gifts, and needs, and help you understand and appreciate others’ differences.

Who are YOU?  How do you tick?  As the prophet Isaiah says in chapter 64:  We are all the work of the Hands of the Potter. 

How were you shaped in your Mother’s womb for His Glory?  Extravert / Introvert?  Artist or Excel spread sheet wizard?  Are you a deep thinker or a deep feeler?  Intuition or just ‘get a sense’ kind of gal?  I’ve taken two separate Myers-Briggs assessments, and they both nailed me to a T. 

I am a strong ENFJ:  I’m an otter, an encourager, list maker and checker-offer, feeler of great and deep things.  If you need empathy, I’m your girl.  I walk mile upon mile each week and jog and jog speaking to the Lord and in my head to so many women.  I have thousands of blogs that have never been written, but boy they have been prayed over and talked out on my walks.  The encourager in me must be encouraging myself to keep going.   ENFJs represent about 3% of the population. 

Myers Briggs helps you understand yourself.  Why do you become angry, upset, happy, joyful at various experiences?  Understanding yourself is a key to figuring out how to stay filled.  Consider taking the test at Truity.com 

When we know who we are we can meet our personal needs a bit better.  God has used some powerful situations in my life to get my extraverted self to stop and sit and listen.  As I just said, my Personality is just 3% of the population.  So, let’s get real for a minute:  How hard do you think the Lord has to work to get me to listen?  As a 3% kind of gal, there have been some 3% kind of ways He’s used to get me to SIT STILL!   I’ve learned that in order to keep from trying to fix every situation, I’ve needed to sit still, be quiet and speak to Him first before acting.  Exercise, taking in His Beauty: nature, chocolate, hot tea, flowers, scented candles, classical music all fill me and center my soul on Him.  Not surprisingly, Myers-Briggs and Truity.com identify these as actions as necessary and important for ENFJs.

Knowing yourself also helps you to know how you might become too easily drained.  ENFJs can become too involved in other's problems, and place too much trust in them.  We are vulnerable to another snare as well: we have a tremendous capacity for reflecting on and analyzing our own feelings, but we can overanalyze, and try to fix something in ourselves that isn't necessarily wrong.  When this happens, it's important for ENFJs to pull back and use self-reflection to distinguish between what we really feel, and what is a separate issue that needs to be looked at from another perspective.

The Power of the Holy Spirit, shining on those Shadowy Places of our Hearts, Grace: gently reaching down, dusting us off and sanding off some rough edges offers us plenty of opportunity to dig deep and get to know ourselves and submit to Him.  My Vessel is still such a work of Grace in this area.  I can still constantly beat myself up if I don’t take time to be filled by the Potter and Accept the Vinedressers’ pruning. 


Prepared to Pour.

When you are filled with His Word and prayer, and understand your strengths and weak spots as a unique creation, you are better able to understand what work the Father has prepared for you. And to then do that work. 

Moms, if we work within the use of our vessels we will stay full longer.  Most of my comments to my children start like this:

HEY!  YOU KNOW WHAT?  We should go to the store and make up a box for that mom that’s hurting, remember, she just found out some tough circumstances, let’s go encourage her!

Or something like this:  You know, when Chris and Lyndsay move to Colorado, let’s make them a care package to land in their mailbox just as they are arriving after their cross country  trip. 

As I spend time encouraging others, I find that my vessel isn’t poured out as fast.  It’s natural for me to want to Strengthen the Brethren!  I’m satisfied by the work I’m doing staying in my gifting. 

But what about your vessel?  Where and how should you pour? 

Romans 12 is a great chapter to spend some time praying through on your walks and in your Bible Study time. 

12 Therefore, I urge you, brothers and sisters, in view of God’s mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God—this is your true and proper worship. Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.
Humble Service in the Body of Christ
For by the grace given me I say to every one of you: Do not think of yourself more highly than you ought, but rather think of yourself with sober judgment, in accordance with the faith God has distributed to each of you. For just as each of us has one body with many members, and these members do not all have the same function, so in Christ we, though many, form one body, and each member belongs to all the others. We have different gifts, according to the grace given to each of us. If your gift is prophesying, then prophesy in accordance with your[a] faith; if it is serving, then serve; if it is teaching, then teach; if it is to encourage, then give encouragement; if it is giving, then give generously; if it is to lead,[b] do it diligently; if it is to show mercy, do it cheerfully.


Are you a Servant?  A Teacher?  If so, your unique vessels will need to be used for those purposes the Master has planned to use you for. 

I love these verses in Romans, Paul makes it clear that the Body is made up of many members.  We all need each other in order to be effective for the Kingdom. 

I’m horrible at Thinking, I mean, I just am!  Putting together this cohesive talk for the Lord is really stretching my gifting.  It would be so much easier for me if I could just put my walking shoes on and starting talking to us while I’m walking.  As I said above, talks and blogs and prayers flow so naturally for me when I’m walking.  Yet, I must take the time to think ahead, ask for help from those other vessels, such as my husband, who are so much better at putting messages in some sort of understandable format!  I’m in need of keeping deep thinkers around me. 

I’m also horrible at keeping track of my expenses, but you know what?  I find that I can’t pour out if I’m struggling about how much money I’m spending.  This summer a girlfriend volunteered to come help me install and set up Quicken.  Lisa patiently sat with me side by side at my computer and talked me through what reconciling was and how to go about it each month.  She patted my back as my head hung when I began to run reports of my spending.  I don’t know how she does it, but she’s so non invasive when she says , “  You can do this and you are doing this. Now get a real budget set up!”  

Don’t be afraid to ask for help from the Members of the Body if you need help in an area!  It’ll help you stay filled longer. 



If my Message is Encouragement then my Vessel must be used to encourage.  Starting my own Mom Heart Group 4 years ago has been a blessing.  Our meeting together once a month, in the beginning it was more frequent…… has built relationships, accountability, prayer partners and we have Strengthened the Brethren as Jesus asked Peter to do!   Then, just through choosing the pruning the Vinedresser assigned for us as just the right moment for His Purposes more Miracles begin to take place:  The women around you grow!  I remain astounded at the women in my Mom Heart Group who have stepped out in Faith and started their own groups, Bible studies, cooking groups and are reaching out to love on more and more moms that I can’t possibly reach. 





Once again, His Ways astound me!    As we build up the Kingdom in our midst, the powerful begins to take shape.  WE leave and He enters and fills us.  Our circumstances are changed into opportunities for Growth and Filling.  What an All Knowing Savior we Serve!  Our family had a decision to make 6 years ago.  I had a decision to make.  Would we stay filled for Kingdom use or give up and go the way of the World?  We clung to our Vinedresser!  We chose like Job did, ‘Tho He Slay me, Yet, will I trust Him!”  Looking back, I’m so glad we did.  It’s brought Joy and Contentment and Compassion beyond what we could comprehend! 

Mamas!  Work in your Strengths, asking the Father to reveal the work He has for you.  Maybe you do need to build muscle in an area for a time.  Maybe you need a season of rest.  Remember, The minute we begin to do things in our own strength, we are bound to fail.  His mercies are new every morning and His grace is sufficient to carry us for that day.  Then we need Him again the next day and the next.  Seek Him first.  Ask Him the tough questions about your circumstances, His shoulders are big enough to handle it.  Then take the time to stop and listen.  Stay connected to who you are, Stay in His Word, create fellowship around you, seek out beauty in His Creation to transform you and drink Him In. 

During that year I spent in my chair, it became my prayer closet.  I kept candles and flowers close by so I could keep my early mornings filled with the beauty He created as I sought Him.  When we seek Him, His Ways and His Word, expectations and personal desires begin to fade.  We pour out the resentment and hurt and are filled up with Him, His compassion and caring.  We are then vessels used for our proper place in His Kingdom. 

Like the water jars at the wedding of Cana, through the transforming power of Christ, His Ways and His Word, we can pour out tasty fruit into the lives of others for His Glory. 


Thank you.

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Define the Need

I'm fresh in from my morning's 3 miles.  The sky is a clear, crystal blue with the hint of wispy thin clouds.  The sun slowing warming the cool morning air.   Fresh cut grass laid drying in morning dew. Geese honking and alight from nearby ponds and fields.  Oh, the morning was calling me.

As I press start on my iPhone's application to log my mileage, I am weary from pouring out.  Yesterday found me once again hanging out with the coolest teens in the world at our co-op.  We spend six hours studying together from the Trivium and center all we learn on God's Word.  It is a beautiful time together.  The strongest students supporting the weakest and discussion ensues.  After a full day, I am poured out and tired.  I've given my best.

This morning in Bible time I studied Deuteronomy 31, Hosea and Joel with the children.  Various passages with the minor prophets which tell us that the Lord will restore Israel and His People in spite of the sin foretold in Dt. 31.  (Side note:  What a tough thing for Moses to hear before the people were sent over the Jordan with Joshua.)  My mind turned to Romans 6 and the discussion there of being slaves to sin or slaves to righteousness.  Certainly, I choose righteousness and to battle sin.  Yet, it's a constant battle to not give in to temptation and to choose His ways.

All of the above were in my thoughts as I walked this morning.  It was hard getting started and moving my body.  The morning was gorgeous, yet I was depleted.  How could I feel so depleted in such beauty.  Then it hit me, I was defining my need.

Sin was fully defined in Dt 31: turning away from the Lord's way and commands, making idols, not reading the Law every 7 years, giving up and giving in to a people who were to be dispersed!

How we are to live in the New Testament was defined for me in Romans 6;  A slave to righteousness. Which means work, hard work, for the Lord.  Seeking Him, Speaking and Teaching Him while loving on students and stretching my ability to learn in certain subjects is tiring.  Slave work at it's most rewarding.

My need was defined for me during my walk and prayer time.  I am wear from they pouring out and in need of filling to pour out the remainder of the day.  I am reminded that I must not give into the temptation to sin and choose an alternate path from Romans 6.  By His Divine intervention on my walk, I am filled.  The weary is warranted, after all, i was pouring out all day the day before.  I'm going to need filled.  There is no sin in needing to be refilled.

By now my GPS on my phone says 3 miles and I look up to the horizon.  My drive way in view.  Restored and muscle built, I am ready to face the day ahead of more schooling, training and even cooking.
What needs to be defined and sorted out in your heart today?  How is the Lord and righteousness seeking filling you up?

Sunday, September 13, 2015

Stay filled up, Mama! Let's Walk!

I have thousands if not millions of steps under my feet.  What started out as my need to get away from my home making, home schooling duties and simply have a few minutes of peace in my head and heart has turned into a lifestyle.

As soon as the big girl was old enough to handle her younger siblings for half an hour, I raced to the door.  Oh, don't get me wrong, I loved my littles, but sanity was calling.  I was in desperate need of some prayer time with the Lord where I could work out my circumstances, lay them at the Father's Cross and move on with my day.

I've written countless blogs in my head while walking.  Getting out in fresh air, witnessing the crisp breeze of October or the melting of March snow has filled up my heart to overflowing.  Lacing up tennis shoes, taking my set of circumstances, my portion that the Father gave me to steward for His Glory, I'd set out.  As I'd take one step then the next and the next, my heart would pour out to the Lord and it seems that over the years, every verse or hymn I ever knew would be sung over each situation my walk found me in.

Sometimes I walk with my head turned down, watching the pavement as I pray hard and fast with intensity.  Then I hear His Spirit call, Look Up!  I'm here, I see you!  Lay it at My Cross.  Relieved, tears would flow, the tension in my shoulders ease and my burden was lifted.  Precious times with me and Jesus.  Just taking one step infront of the other has yielded a harvest of more prayers answered than I could possibly blog about.

No matter what season of life, I've found myself in, I've always walked.  Each return home has always found me refreshed and renewed to continue my day with my babes.  I've chosen in the good times and hard times of mothering to walk.  This morning was just like other mornings I've experienced as a mom.  Burdened, simply burdened with events beyond my mother's heart to control or fix.  I considered sitting in my chair and simply moping through my day.  Yet, a lifetime of walking through motherhood, literally, beckoned me to come outside and come to Him.

Laced up, water bottle in hand and a very heavy heart, I began.  "Ok, Lord, a broken record here, but could you tell me:  How on Earth are you going to get Glory for this set of circumstances?"

I pound pavement and this time keep my head up to see beyond my circumstances.

"If there was just a mom blogging out there who didn't curse in her writing and have a Biblical world view, then I'd have a mom partner to walk with me."

His Spirit replies:   "Who are you walking with?  Speak!  Speak about years of walking and pounding pavement and Provision from Heaven.  Start with taking a picture."

I take out my iPhone and swipe to iPhoto and begin snapping.  I notice that the roads and paths ahead of me are long, almost never ending.  Some are gravel-filled while others have a forest of trees to investigate at the end.  I find it is just like motherhood.  Each of my children different from the other. Each requiring their own kind of support from their dad and me.

As I wind through the last bit of cul-de-sac and head for my driveway, I find once again, my burden lifted.  I am filled with His Love and trust that in the hard that is our portion today, He will provide.  Here's the view from my walk today.  How are you choosing His Filling?


Monday, April 27, 2015

Be Family

I love my church.  No, really, I love my church.  My own piece of country living heaven.  Far from outside the life that is living in metro DC.  We prayed for such a long time for a true, real, certainly not perfect, but Christ Centered, loving, Bible believing church.

We desperately needed family.  I mean, the bottom of the pit, we-are-worn-to-a-frazzle-please-love-us-church-family.  See, the hard had arrived.  The deep hard.  The kind where you are worn thin by the very people that are now apart of an awful new normal that is sorrow.  In the Lord's perfect timing and love He allowed us to walk for a bit on our own with prayer from precious friends. (You know who you are!  We love you!)

With no close relatives living near by, we were worn right through like an ancient moth-eaten quilt.  We needed family.

Sitting on the front porch 3 years ago on a warm Saturday evening the question was asked, "Where are we going to church tomorrow?"  Gentle conversation ensued and decision made.  The following morning we drove out to the country and fell into the arms of Love.  Family.  Because we are His, He loves us, Life is Hard and God alone Good.

These last three seasons at our church, we have had themes to consider each year.  The first year was the year of men.  Embracing the men, encouraging the men, strengthening relationships and accountability and leadership in the home.

2 years ago was the year of the women.  Caring for and nurturing women for our high calling as wives, mothers and tender leaders in the home and for some, at work.  It was wonderful.

Last year was the year of the Word.  Reading plans were devised for all ages in our congregation.  The Youth were in charge of checking in on just how we were all doing diving in to the Word in 2014.  It was a fantastic year!

2015 will be the year of family.  Our motto was released yesterday:  We are His!  We are family!  We are Dayspring!

There was a fantastic kick off of music and introductions to various ministries we have going on in our church, because we are family.  United in Word, Deed, and Service to the Kingdom.  Our pastor lead us in Communion and Foot Washing as a family during the Sermon time.  Encouraging us all along the way that we are a Body, united, as a Family of Believers where God has NO grandchildren. Brothers and Sisters.  Family.  We show up and serve together.  We feed and care for one another.  Whatever it take, if we can manage it, we do it.  One for another.

And that is why I love Kara so much.  I'll meet her soon.  In heaven.  Oh, no, my health is fine.  But I find the words Kara used with sweet Ann Voscamp to be appropriate.  See you soon.  Check out Kara's blog at this link.  http://www.mundanefaithfulness.com/home/2012/08/07/prayer-matters
Her family:  New church family said:  I've got 6:30!  I've got 10PM.  Done deal, girl.  Cuz see, we're family.

We are His
We are Family
We are Dayspring!


Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Time to say goodbye

We found ourselves taking several trips back and forth to Ohio this fall and early winter.  What began with delight in early Oct with wedding bells for our nephew ended last Tuesday morning.  Grandpa went Home.  We struggled here with heading back from the first Christmas in our VA home to be with Grandpa in Ohio.  We elected to leave the 27th and return on Tuesday to celebrate New Years here.  Alas, it wasn't to be.  For that, I'm grateful.  The struggle with timing was a provision from Him.  As soon as we arrived on Saturday, grandpa seemed to worsen each day.  We were able to spend sweet time with him chatting and saying, "I love you." lots.  The little two enjoyed cousin and aunt time up at the family home.  I'm so glad they had that time together to laugh and chat and clean up my washing machine mess.  (I may fess up to that one later.  For now, just think lots of water and mess in a basement.)

I enjoyed my time at the hospital with grandpa and the nurses caring for him.  We were able to enjoy extended family members who came to chat and share love with us.  On Monday afternoon, I snapped this picture of John holding his Dad's hand.  It'll be the memory I keep with me.  Needless to say, it's been a rough fall.  But we look forward to a sweet reunion in Heaven and we know Grandpa and Grandma are back together, rejoicing in Heaven.

Thursday, November 6, 2014

Road Trip

We're walking a bit of a hard road since I posted last.  Grandpa is sick.  Bad sick, as Grandma used to say.  Trouble breathing sent him to the hospital.  Seems he just didn't have pneumonia anymore.  The last two weeks have been filled with waiting and wondering just what road we'd be walking as a family.  The extended family has been a huge blessing taking care of grandpa over the last couple of weeks and will continue to do so as needed.  John drove to Ohio last week to check in on his Dad and line a couple of doctor appointments up.  I went this week with the kids.  While we were there, we did some outside chores around the house, laundry, dishes, made some home cooked food with some of grandpa's favorite things.  Such a treat to care for him and bring him canned  green beans and homemade bread from fresh ground wheat.  I admit I was a bit prideful when he said the bread was just like his mother's.

 My sister in law took this shot 2 weeks ago in the back yard and I'm surprised at how much cancer has changed his body since.  The picture of the kids with my finger in the way is a cute one I snapped while they were hauling wood and stacking it for Grandpa's stove in the basement.  We had some wonderful talks about intentionally living for the Kingdom the other evening on the couch.  How in our living and in Stage 4 Lung Cancer, we are a testimony to the Love of Christ and have only to embrace the hard and watch for Him.  Wait for Him.  I don't want to forget our talk, hugging each other, holding hands at meals and Grandpa saying the blessing to Creator God.  So precious.  The kids were able to hug the necks of their Great Uncles and our special Uncle Mike.  He's awesome.  (As Jman says.)  Jman wants the world to know he's the newest Skyline Chili lover.  I'm certain there will be a few more trips back to Ohio in the weeks to come.  I wish I were able to write from the depths of my hurting heart right now.  I found much comfort at www.mundanefaithfulness.com today.  Walking Cancer and Big Love and the Hard.  What a privilege it will be to walk with Grandpa through cancer and back.  


Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Choosing to be intentional.

I'm going to need to look it up, the formal definition that is.  There, I found it.  Gotta love dictionary.com!

Intentional:  adj.  done with intention or on purpose; intended

Done on purpose.  Choosing to do on purpose.  There's a great deal of intentional or on purpose items going on in my home recently and I'm pondering a new what intentional means in my life.  How was intentional born in me.  Purpose-filled with intent.  My memory took me back about 22 years or more.  A quiet cup-de-sac at Fort Ord, California and a very young couple raising a very chubby toddler.  

Snot crying!  That's what was going on.  I was snot crying, tired, hurt and worn out.  Working for the last 22 months and leaving behind my wee baby every day so we could survive had worn me out.  I was idealistic and young.  The last straw came a work from a co-worker.  Pushed over the edge, I quit.  Not sure how we were going to eat with my loss of income, I was snot crying.  

To my surprise, my hubby was thrilled.  WELCOME HOME, MOM!  hugs, kisses.  I was so blessed.  I was scared out of my mind.  

Next morning, as my hubby left for the start of work at the crack of dawn, I made the decision to get up and get to work to.  Stay at home mamas were very busy, right?  I needed to get busy working and moving my little family forward.  Truth was, we had so little, there wasn't much to manage, except our sweet cherub of a baby girl.  So, I started laundry at 5am.  Yet, as I look back, that early morning when I got up and started taking control of creating a home for my family was the beginning of intentional.  

The beginning of intentional for me was swinging our babe each evening after dinner in the mist, going to ladies Bible study at church, participating in VBS, story times at libraries for toddlers, cooking dinner.  Intentional caused me to pray, plan and choose.  What could we afford to do and what was best for our growing family?  As I look back on those very young days in my life of mothering I'm so grateful for them.  I'm grateful that I chose to be involved in my home, not simply watching soap operas and chatting on the phone with other women.  I chose my baby, my husband and his very young career.  We also chose jointly, our sweet church.  

During those years of not comprehending the word intentional and purposeful living, we were both building faithfulness to Him.  Compared to now, with a life racing by us at breakneck speed, purpose-filled living was a breeze.  Yet, time has taught me the principals discussed in Hebrews 10 of holding fast, not wavering, choosing to intentionally live the Gospel of Christ each day.  Our pastor used those verses in his sermon on Sunday.  It brought home the idea of intentional living and not giving up.  With this simple beginning, I hope to share more intentional living moments in my life as a wife and mom.  But tell me, what does intentional mean to you right now?  What are you doing in your home and life, On Purpose?