Saturday, March 3, 2012

Shelter of the Zzzzzzzzzzzzz.



Don't fight with the pillow, but lay down your head
And kick every worriment out of the bed.  

Edmund Vance Cooke





RB and I had a bit of a vacation in Pennsylvania this week. From the moment I stepped in my parents' home I felt peace and rest. It was a laid-back trip filled with card-making, idea-sharing, sister-blessing and mom's famous raspberry cheese cake. We even took a nap each afternoon.

RB was teaching an online class, but I won't tell you how many times I found him, computer on lap, fast asleep.  He usually doesn't vacation well, so seeing him rest made me happy.


There have been times in my life that sleep evaded me. Many times I would stare at the ceiling for hours before falling asleep, only to wake with a migraine.  I'm thankful that doesn't happen very often anymore.  My secret to falling asleep is two-fold.  First of all, I am obedient to Philippians 4:8.

Whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.

The other verse I quote is Psalm 4:8:  I will lay down in peace and sleep. Add a heating pad to those two verses and I will usually sleep.  

My doctor wants me to get ten hours of sleep each night.  Like that will ever happen!  I do adopt Thomas Hood's words, 

O bed! O bed! delicious bed!

That heaven upon earth to the weary head.

Last week I made my grandkids pillowcases.  They were a big hit. Ethan smelled his and said, "It smells just like your house."  He assured me it was a good thing!

Making pillowcases is an easy project.  There are hundreds of tutorials online, but this is one on Dana Made It.  I don't have a serger so I made French seams on mine.  If you don't have children to sew for, consider making a few for Craft Hope's ConKerr Cancer project.  It's a beautiful sheltering project.  

Craft Hope has a book, Craft Hope: Crafts for a Cause.  There are thirty projects in the book for different charities.  This is what they say about their projects:


 We are healing hearts. Spreading love and hope. Sharing joy. Absolutely priceless. Your hands alone are touching lives through your beautifully handmade donations.


When it comes to sheltering, there's such variety.  The way I shelter may not be your choice.  We are, however, commanded to shelter others.



Make sure you don't take things for granted and go slack in working for the common good; share what you have with others. God takes particular pleasure in acts of worship—a different kind of "sacrifice"—that take place in kitchen and workplace and on the streets.


I hope you all can find some restful sleep this week -- sleep that gives you energy to shelter.  Bake some cookies, sew a pillowcase or offer a hug.  Be creative and share with me your sheltering plan.  Nothing brings me more joy than reading sheltering reports and ideas.


Generous hands are blessed hands.
Proverbs 22:9 

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Thursday, February 23, 2012

I Think You're Amazing

Praise lies upon a higher plain than thanksgiving. When I give thanks, my thoughts still circle around myself to some extent. But in praise my soul ascends to self-forgetting adoration, seeing and praising only the majesty and power of God, His grace and redemption. ~Ole Kristian O. Hallesby

My oldest grandson, Ethan, was visiting last week.  "Mawmaw, I think you're amazing."  Any grandmother knows the joy my heart felt.  "All those things you sewed for Morgan --- that's amazing," he said.

So this Mawmaw took a trip to the fabric store.  One pattern and two yards of fabric later, she had a plan.  The cream fabric had cowboy boots all over it, just perfect for a couple of young cowboys.  After all, even cowboys have to sleep.

As I filled the bobbin and threaded the machine, I thought how Ethan's praise made me feel and was reminded of a quote from Aimee Semple McPherson:

Lift up your heads, ye people, 
lift up your faces, too,
Open your mouths to sing His praise,
and the rain will fall on you.

Just as Ethan's praise caused me to take time to make him jammie pants, so my praise of God causes blessings to rain on me.

Yahweh Roi, You are my Shepherd -- leading me back to You when I stray, restoring my soul.
Yahweh Shalom, You are my peace giver -- calming my heart even in the midst of turmoil.
Yahweh Yireh, You are my provider -- supplying all my needs.
Rabbouni, You are my Teacher -- teaching me to follow You with all my soul.
Machseh, You are my Refuge -- strengthening me when life is hard.
Go'el, You are my Redeemer -- giving me life instead of death.
Esh Oklah, You are my Consuming Fire -- refining and purifying me. 


As I praise my amazing God, joy rains from the throne in the Heavenlies.  

I love you, Lord, and I lift my voice,
To worship you, Oh my soul rejoice!
Take joy, my King, in what You hear,
May it be a sweet, sweet sound, in Your ear.

Gentle at first, a drop, then another.  Then the rain comes as a deluge, soaking my soul with the blessings which can come only from my Heavenly Father.  I raise my face toward the sky and bask in His presence, as undeserved blessings wash over me.  And once again I tell my Abba, "You are amazing!"


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Saturday, February 18, 2012

Color Your Day

The Master Potter picks up the brush and adds color as beautiful as the rainbow - color soft as a rising sun.  ~Carl Richardson






Today was a rare Saturday for me.  RB was off in one direction to play for a funeral.  Emily was off in the other to attend an eight-hour training session for her Haiti trip.  The house was quiet--too quiet for a Saturday. To make my day go faster I decided I needed to add some spring splashes of color around our home--after all, the first day of Spring is only a month away.



So I puttered and played with birds and candles, pastel lights and speckled eggs, bunnies and chicks.  It was such a fun day, and our home is smiling tulips and pastel M & Ms.  Yellows, coral and tangerine catch your eye.  It's hard to feel alone when enjoying color splashes.


I enjoyed the colors poured over my home, and in the enjoyment I  realized that not only was my physical home needing the color, my soul was hungry for some color, too.   It was in the stillness of my day that a little bit of spring came to my soul.

Splashes of forsythia yellow:  Joy!  Clap your hands, all peoples.  Shout to God with loud songs of Joy (Psalm 47:1).

Accented with coral tulips: Grace!  In Him we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of His trespasses, according to the riches of His grace (Ephesians 1:7).


Enhanced with spring green grass: Peace!  Letting the Spirit control your mind leads to life and peace (Romans 8:6).

I'm thankful for the color God used to brighten my soul.  I wasn't in the beautiful church RB was today, with the sun shining through the stained glass windows. I was just in this house we call home.  It isn't always in the formal worship I find God.  I can find Him in the middle of my ordinary day.  A day when I am busy splashing color.  When I step back and smile at my flower arrangement I see it -- God's hand, splashing color on my soul.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

The Shelter of a Mentor



A mentor is someone who sees more talent and ability within you, 
than you see in yourself, and helps bring it out of you. ~Bob Proctor

I'm sharing this paper Emily wrote for one of her classes.  Mentoring is a beautiful and Biblical way to shelter. Teach the older women to live in a way that is appropriate for someone serving the Lord...These older women must train the younger women...to live wisely and be pure. Titus 2:3-5

Valentine's Dinner 2012
“None of these things move me. What’s that to thee? Follow thou Me. Others can. I cannot. None of these things move me.” These are the words so dear to the heart of Janet Thompson; a wonderful woman of faith. Her eyes of strength and determination have shone with joy, twinkled with excitement, narrowed in concentration, and been filled with countless tears of sorrow. Janet’s jet black hair, neatly styled in its elegant French twist, her endless energy, and determination to love unconditionally argue with the fact she has lived through seventy-nine years worth of stories.

Focusing on God since the age of seventeen, she has looked to Him for support in each triumph or trial she has faced. Janet’s important message arrived in a package in the form of love and respect. “Love and respect.” Janet declares matter of factly. “We forget that. If we respect one another, we will love one another.” Living with Janet for three months, I quickly found that love and respect are exactly what this godly woman demonstrated with each breath of her life.

Janet Thompson, my boss, my friend, unknowingly slipped into the additional role of my mentor. As I spent the summer months in her home, I watched her encounter people in less than desirable situations. I never saw her angry. I never saw her focus on a problem for longer than it took to deal with. Any time something weighed heavily on her mind, I heard the words, “None of these things move me. What’s that to thee? Follow thou Me. Others can. I cannot. None of these things move me,” flow from her mouth. Janet realized the importance of loving unconditionally, even when it was “inconvenient”. Watching Janet live her theme of love and respect has become one of my biggest blessings.

Janet has developed a method for respecting those whom she may struggle to understand. “Things I don’t understand, I don’t even try to understand. I just throw my mystery bag over my shoulder.” Janet always informs me that wondering about things and people that you may not understand only results in pain and grief. You will never fully understand everyone, and speculating only lowers your opinion or them.

Jonathan and Emily
Janet wisely admonished: “Throw it in your ‘mystery bag’.” The “mystery bag” is a tool she used when illustrating respect. An imaginary object, of course, but a very present step in learning to love as Christ loved. When circumstances arose that she had no control over, she placed them in her mystery bag. When she heard gossip disguised as information, she took that information, and placed it in her mystery bag. When situations in my own life confused me, and when I simply couldn't understand someone’s actions, Janet told me, “Emily, put it in your mystery bag.” Janet’s “mystery bag” has become a staple in my accessory collection, and now I can truly repeat the lines: “None of these things move me. What’s that to thee? Follow thou Me. Others can. I cannot. None of these things move me.”

Janet attended Marion College, even when the circumstances around her resisted this decision. Janet knew she must follow God’s calling no matter what the repercussions would turn out to be. She held herself to the high standards she felt God was directing her to, while others on campus were attaining to different standards. These standards of dress and conduct may have seemed unimportant or odd to the world, yet she remained true to the values she believed were important for her. As she reflected on these times the words arose, “…Others can, I cannot. None of these things move me.”

These words have graced the pages of Janet’s stories for years. God has blessed her ministry far above what she could have imagined because of her willingness to heed to the words, “What’s that to thee? Follow thou Me.” Twenty years ago, after retiring from 34 years of teaching, Janet and her husband Duane answered the call to open a daycare in Indianapolis, Indiana. They began this journey during the month of September with two large buildings which could occupy 170 children.

Beginning with just twenty-five children, Janet and her mother-in-law sought the Lord. They asked God to send the daycare seventy-five children by February of the next year. Duane and Janet continued serving God and following His will, and on the second day of February He sent them their seventy-fifth child. Twenty years later, Janet is still respecting and loving each child and parent that walks through her door and God has blessed her for it. Today the daycare is thriving, and is a wonderful example of God’s gracious care.

May 6, 2009 marks the day Janet’s life turned upside down. Her college sweetheart, Duane passed away suddenly. A heartbroken Janet was forced to learn a way of life that seemed unimaginable. Tears of sorrow and pain were her constant companions, her tireless energy depleted, and for a moment in time she was at a loss for where to turn. During a time in Janet’s life where she certainly would have had excuse to shut the world out, she consistently remained that same loving, respectful woman of God. As Janet reflected on the devastating two and a half years without her husband by her side, her eyes shown with praise—even through her hurting—for her Savior. She recalled time after time He was faithful to supply her needs. She clung to the promise in Psalm 68:5, that God will be “protector of the widows.”

Woman to Woman:
Preparing Yourself to Mentor  
Today Janet continues to arise at five o’clock in the morning and travel thirty minutes to run the daycare. She continues to be a living example of the love and respect God longs for us to share, and I continue to be blessed by her life. Her life is a testimony of how beautiful of a person you become when you heed to God’s call to “Follow thou Me.” I will never forget her lesson that one of the most important parts of following the Savior is to love and respect all whom He has created.  Janet has illustrated through her triumphs as well as her trials the truth of Acts 20:24, “But none of these things move me, neither count I my life dear unto myself, so that I might finish my course with joy, and the ministry, which I have received of the Lord Jesus, to testify the gospel of the grace of God.”  


Edited to add:  Kara from Changing Streams just finished a mentoring study at her church.  I'm sure she'd be willing to answer questions that you have. They used Mentoring Matters:



Mentoring Matters is an eight-week women's ministry study designed to encourage and train ladies in their high calling, which is to honor God’s Word in their hearts and homes. This small group study is based upon the principles laid out in Titus 2, where the older women in the body of Christ are instructed to promote and model by example the kind of living that reflects God’s presence in the home. Participants complete a short homework lesson each week, and then meet to share their answers with a group of no more than six other ladies. Women will grow in their understanding of these biblical truths and will also make new friends, enjoying the fellowship of other Christian women. Topics include: Honoring God’s Word, Loving your husband, Loving your children, Keepers of the home (cooking, housecleaning, laundry, etc), Stewardship (resources, time, energy, own health) and Inner person of the heart (attributes of godly woman).
                         

Monday, February 13, 2012

Winners!

Random.org chose a winner for Terri Stellrecht's book, How My Savior Leads Me.

Winner #3: Rhonda from The Joy of Denim and Lace

I wish I could send all of you a copy.  I do have the copy Terri gave me to review so went back to choose another winner.

Winner #2: Jen from Finding Heaven Today


I also received a note from Terri today.  Visit her blog, How My Savior Leads Me.  You'll find a page for free books.  If you are unable to purchase a book yet have lost a child or know someone who has, there are some books available.  

Happy Valentines Day, My Friends!



Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Sheltered by God's Leading and a Giveaway


I looked at that handsome face one more time, kissed him on the little mole between his eyebrows, and told him the next time I would kiss him would be in Glory.  In faith, I turned and walked away, knowing that my  Savior would lead me.  ~Terri M. Stellrecht 

For those of us who have lost children, our minds hold on to that "last moment" we looked into our child's face.  My last moment was of a tiny sleeping face.  I rocked Sarah to sleep and laid her in her crib. For Terri Stellrecht that last glimpse was looking into the face of Trent before they closed his casket.

On Friday, February 18, 2011, God did the unthinkable in their lives in choosing to take Rob and Terry's 12-year-old son, Trent, home to heaven in a skiing accident.  Terri says, "It is only considered the unthinkable because our plans are not God's plans, and our ways are not God's ways."  In her book, How My Savior Leads Me, Terri tells the story of their tragedy.

Terri's book wasn't an easy book for me to read.  It tugged at the place in my heart graced by Sarah's memory.  But even in a heart-place occupied by the sunshine of a dark-eyed angel it brought memories of the first few months of my personal tragedy, and gently reminded me I'm not alone.

Terri's writing included contrasts -- from a point of one of the greatest pains a parent can face, to another of following Jesus through the grief journey, rose an arc connecting them in the form of a rainbow. It's an honest story of struggle, of a mother's grief, but most of all, a reliance on the leading of our Savior. Everyone's grief journey is different, but a central truth runs through them all -- either you choose to trust God or you turn your face from Him.

Whether you are walking your own journey or know of someone who is, I believe Terri's book will touch every reader.  She has provided a signed copy for me to give to one of my readers.  Simply leave me a comment if you wish to be entered in the giveaway.  I'll choose the winner next Monday. You can read more about Terri's journey at her blog, Where My Savor Leads Me.

One of the songs used at Trent's funeral was Casting Crown's Praise You in This Storm. Terri's book authentically offers the pain of the storm -- while documenting her praise through it all.

And I'll praise You in this storm,
And I will lift my hands,
For You are who You are
No matter where I am.
And every tear I've cried
You hold in Your hand;
You never left my side.
And though my heart is torn,
I will praise You in this storm.



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A Simple Desk Reminder
Perfect for Sheltering

1. Cut tagboard for the back the size you choose.
2. Copy hymn, All the Way My Savior Leads Me, to heavy paper.
3. Tape song to back.
4. Type, print and back words, add glitter sugar and glue to    hymn.
5. Glue picture and color blocks (I used a square and circle).
6. Glue crocheted lace and crinkled seam binding ribbon to bottom.
7. Decorate. I used chiffon flowers, paper leaves, crocheted heart and a black button
8. Punch hole in right top. Using three shades of ribbon, tie bow through hole.
9. Wrap Terri's book with the desk reminder with tissue, tying with ribbon.  Stick a sprig of lavender in the bow.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Sheltering from the Heart

Envy is the art of counting the other fellow's blessings instead of your own. ~Harold Coffin 

Stepping on the pedal to help fill her bear.
One of the fun activities I was privileged to share with Morgan was a trip to Build-a-Bear.  She was just sure she wanted to build-a-monkey, but when a pink bear caught her eye, it was love at first sight.

I love our Build-a-Bear store because those who work there are so upbeat, yet gentle, with the children. The boy who helped us handed Morgan a heart for her bear.  "Rub the heart on your side so she's always by your side.  Rub it on your back so she will always have your back.  Rub it on your heart so she will give you lots of love."  After a kiss and a wish, Morgan tucked the heart in her bear.

As I stood there and watched, I found myself wishing we all had a heart like the bear does.  Always by our friend's side, always having their back and always giving lots of love.  God intended for our hearts to be full of love for each other.  But with the inherent nature of Adam and Eve's sin, our heart is divided. Jealousy of others keeps us from having a true friend's heart.  Jealousy of money, of social status, and marriage contentment.  Jealousy of body figures, achievements and talents.

Conversation while waiting for birth certificate to print.
I do not mean for this to condemn my readers. Believe me, I am searching my own heart to make sure this sin is not seeking entrance. It's one of the enemy's favorite tools. Now the works of the flesh are evident...jealousies...of which I tell you beforehand, just as I also told you in time past, that those who practice such things will not inherit the kingdom of God (Galatians 5:19-20).

Jealousy is being resentful towards another for their successes.  It is an unrest of the heart connecting with a discomfort in the pit of the stomach.  Jealousy discolors our joy, disturbs our peace, and destroys our friendships.
Jealousy affects our health.  Peace of mind means a healthy body, but jealousy will rot your bones (Proverbs 14:30).  Depression, sadness, and sometimes even anger result from our jealous feelings.

Auntie was taking pictures of 2 of her favorite people
There are ways we can change this malady of green eyes:  1) Make a list of all your blessings.  It's hard to be jealous of another when we see all the ways God has blessed us.  2) Get your eyes off yourself and do something to bless another.  There is nothing more satisfying than focusing on someone else.

You know that my "go-to" verse is Philippians 4:8, (Brothers and sisters, think about the things that are good and worthy of praise. Think about the things that are true and honorable and right and pure and beautiful and respected.) but if you memorize the words, internalize the meaning, and put it into practice, you will find those jealous feelings Satan is trying to sneak into your heart will disappear from lack of nourishment.

Cherish your friends.  Be thankful they are different from you.  Stick to their side, make sure you have their back, and give lots of love.  That's the Build-a-Bear way -- a true, Godly friend's way.


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