Friday, April 30, 2010

Week in Review


bought a new hat and met a neighbor's dog

had an ice cream cone and lost a first tooth

smiled alot and picked dandelions

rode bikes

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

In Which My Children Make Me Laugh

We love books. On long trips, we get audio books. On our recent mission trip, we were listening to Sir Kendrick by Chuck Black (excellent, excellent books!). We were in the part of the story where the knights of the Prince were fighting the Shadow Warriors in Lord Ra's castle guardhouse. The drawbridge and castle gates are closing and the knights are fighting to keep them open by trying to stop the wenches from turning. The little princess was listening intently and says, "Mom, the only wenches I know are girls." She had just been introduced to pirates before the trip.

In Which I Make My Children Cry

A few years back, the Lord was impressing upon me that I needed to be more modest and feminine in the way I dressed. I was a shorts and t-shirts kinda gal. I will never forget the first time I wore a skirt to our homeschool co-op. All I had was a black skirt, and the only top I had that was not a t-shirt was an orange shirt. I felt kinda "halloweeny" but I knew that I needed to dress more like a lady and this was a start. Sweet Mrs. H came upto me and asked me what was going on, as she had never seen me in a skirt and didn't even realize that I owned one. Well, since that time, I have exclusively worn skirts or dresses. Well, besides my "Missourian" (insulated coveralls) that I wore in the winter to milk the cow. Last Saturday the thrift store was having a sale: all you can fit in a bag for a dollar. The girls found a few things they wanted and I found a couple of pair of jeans that I was going to try and transform into skirts (update on that later). Well, we were getting ready to go shopping yesterday and I thought I would pull a funny. I put on a pair of jeans and came out like I was ready to go. The reactions ranged from laughter to astonishment to tears. Yes, one of the children thought it was hilarious and wanted me to wear them out. The Ram and some other children thought I had lost my mind and insisted I go change. And the little princess was brought to tears at the thought that her mother would wear pants. The words that came from the 5 year old actually had a familiar ring to them as she told me through the tears, "You are not going out in public like that. Go change your clothes!" Needless to say, the jeans are on the shelf awaiting transformation.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Visiting Grandparents




Acuna, Mexico


We visisted an orphanage with Mr. Lankford and Brother's Keeper Ministries.

We visited.

We played tic-tac-toe.

We laughed and played.

We had thumb wars.

We hugged.

We tossed water balloons.

We shopped for them.
After 6 baskets full, some of us shopped 'till we dropped.
We unloaded with lots of help!

We played with punching balls.
Mostly we tried to love and show them Christ.
But they showed us love and kept a piece of our heart.
And changed us.
To God be the glory!

Friday, April 2, 2010

We are Off Again!

We are heading back to Mexico for a short mision trip. We will be accompanying Mr. Lankford with Brother's Keepers Ministries this time and visiting an orphanage in Cuidad Acuna, across the border from Del Rio. I know, I know, border towns are on the news every day for violence due to the drug wars. I do have a tremendously blessed life. Unspeakeably and unimaginably blessed. I could stay and sit in my comfortable house with my comfortable clothing and all the groceries I want and just enjoy what I have. I could spend my life pleasing myself and my family. But as a child of the King, I must tell others. I must train my children to reach others. As arrows they will go to places I never will. God will launch them from our quiver to accomplish His purposes and they must be honed and ready. We live missions, everyday, no matter in our backyards or across borders. What is the purpose in life besides? Christian, what are you living for if not for Christ? For your own comfort and desires? God forbid that it may not be so. Jesus did not suffer and die for me to be comfortable or seek my own vices. My life is His, my words, my actions, my desires. May I die every minute to self that His will be done and not my own. God is Sovereign and I am called to obedience. To God be the glory!

You wanna tell me how dangerous life is in a border town, let me tell you how dangerous a life is without Jesus.
You wanna tell me how dangerous life is in a border town, let me tell you how dangerous a life is with a false gospel.
You wanna tell me how dangerous life is in a border town, let me tell you how dangerous life is in the comfort zone.