Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Monday, February 27, 2012

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Stuck...and A Moose

Coming home from a short shopping trip with 2 littles today, I slid into a snow bank at the front of our private road leading to the house.  There was no way I was getting out of that without some serious shoveling.  (Did I mention we received over a foot of snow in the past 24 hours?)  Get the children out of the car and start walking to the house.  Turn corner and see moose staring me down as he is between me and the house.  Walk slowly back to car and get in.  Call the Ram on the phone and tell him to bring me a shovel.  Finally, the moose decided the stare down with him was getting boring.  So he walked up the front steps, then went and sat down by the windows and watched tv with the children.  There is a rumor going around that Alaska is closer to Heaven than the lower 48 and I guess he wanted to hear it from Todd himself on Wretched!  In the mean time, the guy who is supposed to plow our road shows up, pulls the car out, consequently getting himself stuck.  Needless to say, our road remains unplowed.  And I think the moose wants some popcorn.

Friday, February 3, 2012

Gay Rights?

Do gays have rights?  Do any of us have rights?  Who gives the rights?  Let's talk about gay marriage.  Who instituted marriage? Answer: God.  Therefore, who regulates marriage?  Answer: God.  The state has absolutely no jurisdiction over marriage.  None. Nada.  Zip. Zilch.  If I had it to do over again, I would not have gotten a marriage license.  My children do not need marriage licenses.  Do we need the state to give us permission to marry? Why would we?  It is not their jurisdiction.  So, to determine if anyone should marry, go to the law-giver Himself.  Christians, you do not marry non-Christians, end of story.  Gays, no, you do not get to marry. 
Lest you think I don't personally know any gays, let me assure you, I have been friends with gay people. There is one in particular that breaks my heart as he was married with beautiful children and a leader in the church.  Our families were close friends.  We laughed together, we cried together, we served together, we broke bread together, we worshipped together.  Until tragedy struck.  And the father of all lies got a stronghold.  I still weep over this family, it was destroyed, and continues to be to this day.  I love them.  But repentance has not been granted to this man.  I pray that it will be. Back to the topic.

"But I was born this way." Yes, and I, too, was born this way.  A sinner, pure and simple.  "But you want me to be happy, right?" I will tell you what I tell my children, "Your happiness is not really a concern to me, but your holiness is."

Gays do not have the same rights as others.  Neither does any other unrepentant sinner.  Are you disobedient?  A murderer? A thief? A liar? Yes, you are.  And so am I.  So what gives us rights?  The blood of Christ.  It gives us the right to becomes sons and daughters of the Most High.  Are you living in your sin without repentance?  No rights for you, well, except the right to hell.  Are you a choosen son or daughter of the King who daily repents from sin and lives to please Him?  Then you have rights, the right to suffer as He did, the right to give everything up for Him.  The right to daily die to self and see His glory in your life.

Gay rights?  Are you kidding me?  Get real!

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Lily's To-Do List

She gives me inspiration to get the things done on MY to-do list!

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Parenting is An Act of Worship

I love my children.  I love being around them.  I enjoy our time spent together.  However, I don't always act that way.  I get tired, and cranky.  Real cranky.  Especially past 10:00 pm.  But even though I am tired, I must persevere in showing them the love and grace of God.  My goals in parenting are 1) making sure they know Jesus and 2) everything else.  As long as they know The Truth, He will equip them for their mission.  I have to remember that these, my brothers and sisters, are gifts.  They do not belong to me.  They are His.  As the time is quickly drawing near, I know they will not be in my home much longer.  Our goal as parents is to hone these arrows and prepare them to be sent out to places we will never see and engage in battles that we cannot imagine.  I continue to be humbled that God would entrust these souls into my care, this broken vessel.  How I parent them is form of worship.  How I interact with them, how I speak with them, how I guide their time, is all a form of worship to their Creator, and mine.  If I holler at them to make them listen, if I am harsh and brash, that is not God honoring.  I pray for a meek and quiet spirit as I humbly walk before God in this mission.  For, my ulitmate goal in parenting is to glorify God.