I silently walked into the room. All was quiet, save for the cheerful chirps of the robin on the windowsill. Through that same window, pale sunlight filtered in and seemed to rest solely on one thing…my grandmother’s Bible.
In an instant I was compelled to lay hold of it, not realizing it was already in my hands. This wasn’t the first time.
As I flipped through the tattered pages, my senses were overwhelmed. My fingers ran across the embossed name on the cover, then touched the frayed edges. Inside, there were lists of marriages, births, deaths, and baptisms of loved ones. The scent of her perfume wasn’t really there, but I could smell it just the same. I could even almost taste her sweet tea. Countless times I caught her in the front porch rocker with her Bible in her lap and a glass of iced sweet tea somewhere nearby, wedge of lemon included.
The thing is, more than memories were drawing me to her Bible. It was also the Bible itself. It contained the secrets of life. The books, chapters, verses—-all a wealth of knowledge, a lifetime of wisdom. Scriptures that were highlighted and underlined jumped out at me, letting me know that God knows exactly what I need and exactly when I need it. Notes in the margin were written in Grandmother’s handwriting. She was a lady who had been there and done that! God’s word had spoken to her many times, and was now speaking to me. That old worn and beat up Bible had helped her through many of life’s heartaches, trials and joys. Now it was guiding me. That Bible that was falling apart, was full of God’s promises, and it had belonged to a woman who used it to keep herself together. She stood on those promises and used them to see her through whatever came her way.
The life that she lived was a testimony, an encouragement, an example. She taught me what life was all about–having a true and devoted walk with God, our Father, our Creator, our I Am.
This woman, this Bible, all a part of a legacy left to me…calling me to leave a legacy of my own.
This is a story that just came to me one morning as I was getting ready to sit and read my own Bible. It’s not a true story of mine or anything, but it is a story I hope my grandchildren will be able to write about me someday.
We’ve been busy in the Schott home preparing for Easter and doing some fun activities! This year our main focus has been on Holy Week and the spiritual reasons for the holiday. Sure, we’ve done some Springy things and there has been talk of dyeing eggs this weekend and the Easter Bunny possibly making an appearance and dropping off some Easter Baskets, but our main focus has been Jesus.
It’s not that we’re holier than thou or think it’s wrong for others to do differently. It’s just what we feel lead to make it clear to our children, specifically Tommy, that God sent his son Jesus to earth to die for our sins and rose again that we might enter Heaven with Him. Tommy just turned 5, and we feel it’s time that he learn to grasp this a bit more.
A little back story to lead up to where we are at this year. Last year I bought a set of Resurrection Eggs and a copy of Benjamin’s Box. I thought then that Tommy would be all over it. I had these visions of rays of light coming in through the shutters, the light bulb turning on in Tommy’s head, and him suddenly understanding the concept of everything involving the Crucifixion and Resurrection.
I quickly gave up on it, put it away until this year, and pulled it all out a few days ago. NOW we’re getting somewhere…
Tommy has not only caught on to the story and what all Christ has done for us, but has actually showed such empathy that I did not expect. We’ve had to stop the telling of the story a few times so he could pull himself together and stop crying. Which made me cry. Which meant we sat there holding each other crying, praying, and having a “moment” that I will cherish forever. I can’t imagine how much it will affect him when he’s older and understands more as I kept it all very basic. Thankfully, we have gotten to the point in the eggs that now we will start focusing on the Resurrection more and more the next few days which will make him VERY happy.
As for Molly and Johnny Ben, well… They liked the eggs and listened along, but they had their own agenda. And that was okay…
I’ve listed below some other activities we are doing this week. The printables are all ones we did last year. YAY for laminating! I’ve only had to print a few sheets this year as I saved everything in a file folder and ziploc bag. (Sometimes it pays to be a pack rat…)
Interested in the Ressurection Eggs, Benjamin’s Box book, and other items we’ve used? Below are links to the items we are using on Amazon.
What are you doing this week? Any crafts? Recipes? Stories you’d like to share? Link up anything that is family friendly and Easter related up in the Eggstra Special Easter Blog Hop below!
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I love to hear my children re-tell me the stories of the Bible that they have learned. Their take on lessons learned from Sunday School, Children’s Church, and home, can be somewhat hilarious.
Recently, Essence, my 7 year old, ask me why Jesus had to be crucified. I explained to her that He was the ultimate, sacrificial Lamb, to forgive us for everything that we’ve done wrong. Which lead to having to explain the animal sacrifices of the Old Testament.
I didn’t think anything more about it, until we were on our way to church this past Sunday. My husband and I over heard Essie talking in the backseat, “explaining” the “lesson” I had have given her, to our other children. It was all we could do to keep from “full, belly laughing”. She was telling them about having to cut open the animal, spreading blood on your face while praying for forgiveness… I have NO CLUE how she got to this conclusion! She was adding in the placing of blood on the door faces, which was ACTUALLY what the children of Israel had to do, when the death angel came, in the final plague for the Egyptians…
On a different car ride, Essie was telling us she had learned about Radshack, Backyak, and Indigo… (Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-nego) I have heard these names slaughtered so many times, but never quite like this.
I love that my children enjoy hearing God’s Word. They ask many questions and the most random times. I can’t help but wonder, “what in the world is going on in their mind to come up with that question?” There are some times, that I have no clue how to answer what they ask. Prayers for wisdom are many!
I desire for them to hide God’s word in their hearts, so that they can draw from it in times of need.
What about you? Do you have any funny stories to share of how your children interpreted the Word of God?
An armor bearer.
A talented musician.
A man on the run.
A man of war.
A man who lusted.
A man after God’s own heart.
David was definitely someone who had to fight his flesh and learn lessons upon making mistakes. He was often described as a man after God’s own heart, yet he was a sinner. What kind of heart could David have possibly possessed as a sinner to still be known as a man after God’s own heart?
A repentant heart. That’s right. David possessed a heart of earnest repentance. A heart that sought forgiveness and guidance from a loving God.
As humans, we are prone to make mistakes. No one said we’d ever come close to perfect, but we can strive to possess a repentant heart as David did. Repent means to turn from, so upon repentance, seek forgiveness and guidance for yourself, along with strength to fully turn from that which caused you to sin. In your own legacy, wouldn’t you love to be described as a man/woman after God’s own heart?
In 1944, during WWII, my Grandpa was just your average 18 year old American guy. He was in the Marine Corps, had not yet met my Grandma, and loved his Mama who was madly in love with Jesus.
It came about that he was facing a deployment. He would call or write home from time to time and let my Great-Grandmother know how he was doing, send pictures, and keep her up to date on what was going on. However, the more that time inched towards the day that he would ship out, she became so uneasy. She did all that she knew to do: She prayed. My Great-Grandmother begged and pleaded with God, that He would do anything to keep her youngest child home and safe.
Right before deployment, my Grandpa became literally covered in boils all over his body. Many years later, I remember he would tell this story to someone who had not heard it and he was unable to say “boils” without wincing. As a result, he was kept home and medically discharged. As any service member can tell you, not deploying can be very disappointing. His unit went on without him, his boils cleared up, and he never had another boil in his life.
His unit was one of many that stormed the beaches of Normandy on D-Day.
For years he dealt with survivors guilt, knowing that their lives were lost while he stayed home. But not once did he question the power of prayer. His mother KNEW something was not right, and that God had a plan for her son. She stood in the gap and prayed for him with every ounce of her being, never giving up. 4 years later he rededicated his life to Christ and became a minister. His passion was to spread the gospel, and that he did until his dying day.
Naturally, I’m more than a little grateful for that woman. Had she not knelt down and prayed with all that was in her I would not be here today. But can you imagine the joy she felt when she heard her baby was not going to war? That her prayer was answered? I’m sure it was “shoutin’ time” in the house that night!
We all feel like our prayers for our children aren’t being heard at times. But I’m living proof: Don’t give up! You never know what God will use!
I have a few more stories like this to share with you, so this will be a little series. (Keep your eyes out for it!) And yes, I must apologize for the cheesy title that is just full of puns. I am deeply sorry. But you know, I just couldn’t resist.
Remember back a few months ago? I posted about how I was going to start waking up early before the family to get our routine to run a little smoother?
Then Summer hit. Hard.
With Summer comes change for almost all families, but for ours, everything is completely different. My two older children are here from out of state, we only do unschooling, and we are very relaxed. Nothing bad, it’s just quite a bit different than what we are used to during the school year. (Like that’s a routine that isn’t challenged and in need of reinventing? HA! 😉 )
Added into the equation this Summer was a series of events:
In the midst of all of this going on, the brief moments that I have had a chance to check twitter I’ve seen my friend Larri from Seams Inspired tweeting about Hello Mornings, and how great it was. Some days it intrigued me. One day, I’ll be honest and tell you that I thought “Cheery Perky Morning People!!!” Other days I found myself craving it. Time with the Lord, to plan, and make my day right before it even begins? Definitely what I need.
My Grandma did this as I was growing up. The exact routine. Me, being young, I couldn’t understand why she would give up the luxury of precious sleep to sit in a quiet house before anyone was awake just to read her Bible and make lists. And not even while still sitting in bed. She’d sit at the kitchen table. That’s not cozy! I was baffled. I mean, seriously, couldn’t she do that in the afternoon while I was playing outside or practicing piano?
Clearly, I get it now. And it’s needed in my life. Desperately. Things are so far off kilter I don’t even know where exactly to begin. But I have an opportunity to start from scratch. So here, this time, I’m going to start back the right way. With God first before anything else, alone with Him every morning. Before anyone wakes up, before the day begins. The only thing I’ll do before I sit down with my Bible is… make a delicious cup of coffee.
Have you ever had to change up your morning routine? Or had a season that was a bit more chaotic than you thought it would be? How did it work out for you? Are you registered for Hello Mornings? Let me know if you’ve been there, going through it, or starting out just like me…
Way before the ring was bought
and before the question was asked
God brought forth a man and woman
And then began a task
The roads were paved to lead the way
So a marriage could take place
God knew every detail
He could see her smiling face
He put her path before the man
And said that they shall wed
He knew what He was doing
Before the vows were even read
And what God has put together
Let no man tear apart
For seeds were planted long ago
In this man and woman’s heart
A lifetime of new memories
Are starting on this day
New dreams of Chris and Brandi
As they follow in God’s way
For with this ring placed on her hand
A promise has been made
A road to life planned out by God
A foundation has been laid
And with the vow and “I do’s” said
And a kiss to seal the day
The two are united now as one
As they follow in His way
And as the days turn into years
May they know their in God’s plan
For He was there long before
The ring was placed upon her hand
Written by Diania for her niece, Brandi, and her husband, Chris, who were wed on April 15th, 2012
These were the hands that rocked me gently
And kept me safe from harm
They gently guided me through life
And sheltered me in the storm
They worked for years to carry the weight
Of what should have been carried by two
They didn’t question the road they went down
They just did what they had to do
They guided my steps through a narrow path
They taught me the way I should go
And left them for me to sow
I learned John 3:16 before I could read
And to treat others with kindness and care
I knew if I had something you needed
It was left up to me to share
These hands weren’t created for idle work
They were created to show me the way
Though I never knew when these hands grew
They’d wave goodbye someday
As they folded in prayer at an old kitchen chair
Streaks of tears stained a table
For the promise of God was impressed in her heart
And with Him she knew she was able
Written on May 9th, 2012 for Diania’s Mom, whom went to Heaven on May 14th. “Momma” heard the poem and was very pleased. Diania is looking forward to seeing her Mom again, someday. Praise the Lord!
In 1990 Jon Gibson released one of my favorite albums, Jesus Loves Ya. One of my favorite songs on the album is called Preacher Man. This song reminds me of my Dad, Bruce Ingle. When this album was released Dad had recently gotten his ministers license. Whenever I hear the song, I think of dad.
My dad was born in 1950. He says he came to know Jesus when he was the rottenest, most vile sinner at the age of 4 (Yes, he has that type of humor). He met my mom at Pentecostal Bible College in 1971 and was married in January of 1972. He got the best gift of his life, me (Sorry, Nate) in 1973. Then my brother came along in 1974. We grew up in Southern California. He was ornery, like my Poppy, and had a habit of hiding and scaring the life out of us. He was very patient about it too. One time he hid under Nate’s bed for over 2 hours to scare him. He has also done other things, that people in the church couldn’t quite believe until he started practical joking them!
Dad worked at a Rental yard for a long time, 18 years I think. He never wanted to become a pastor. His dad was a pastor, as was his Father-in-law, and he and mom agreed they were content just working in churches.
As we grew up, Dad passed along his love of music to Nate and me. The first time I ever sang with him was in Perris, Ca. I was very, very young, and we sang “I Get A Little Closer” by the Imperials. Dad played his guitar, and I held the mic, hidden behind the pulpit with my back to the congregation, and sang my little heart out. I’ve always loved singing with my dad.
When we became teenagers, Dad would always take Nate to baseball games, and me to concerts. He endured many Kim Boyce, Jon Gibson, Bryan Duncan, The Allies, etc. concerts. Dad likes a wide variety of music. The first concert he ever took us to was to see Jake Hess, JD Sumner, Rovie Lister, James Blackwood, and Rosie Rozell. I didn’t realize the history of Christian music that was in that room until I was older, but it was a great time.
My favorite place Dad and Mom would take us was Christian Nights at Knott’s Berry Farm. About 3 times a year, Knott’s held from 8 pm to 2 am a huge Christian concert. Dad, Nate, and I would go from concert to concert. One time while waiting for the Allies to play we couldn’t find dad; all of a sudden we looked on stage because people were starting to clap and there was dad walking the stage with Randy Thomas, who played the guitar. Pretty soon our friends were yelling, “Bruce, Bruce, Bruce.” Then the whole crowd was yelling his name. It was pretty funny.
Later the same night, we went to see DC Talk. Dad disappeared again. He climbed up a rock wall and lay on his side next to speaker be bopping to the music. Pretty soon Toby Mac strolled over and shook hands with him. My dad was pretty stinking cool.
Dad began in my teen years to feel a call to pastor. In 1993, he was elected to a church in Northern California in a town called Susanville. He and Mom have been pastors up here in Northeast California for 18 ½ years. I am happy to serve as Music Director under his leadership.
While growing up, Dad and Mom taught us how to have faith in God. Whether it was good times, or bad they always remained faithful. Thank you, Dad, for your unwavering faith and raising me to know God. I love you. Oh yeah, Happy birthday!!
Got Any River’s?
Written by Oscar C. Eliason
Got any rivers, you think are uncrossable?
Got any mountains you can’t tunnel through?
God specializes in thing thought impossible
He does the things others cannot do.
As I have gotten older, I have been really interested in my genealogy. Even the Bible has a great Genealogy guideline. As I fill out my family tree, I have been reflecting more on my grandparents influence in my life. I would like to start this little series about my Poppy (Paul Lucas). My grandfather was born in 1924 in Oklahoma. He grew up in a small town and was very ornery! His father was a blacksmith, and his grandfather the Sheriff.
I have many great memories of my Poppy and Granny. Poppy and Granny were always there to encourage me with my singing (Granny still does!). They took me, my brother, and my cousins to Youth Rally’s, Fellowship Meetings, District and General Conventions, and even to our National Teen Talent Expo in Florida. Poppy taught me how to drive, which I think he took many heart pills for! They were always an encouragement to all of their children and grandchildren, even when we were difficult.
One thing that I remember most about my Poppy is his love for Jesus. He showed us grandkids the love of God. He was an example to his family by showing us how to be patient, kind, and still tell the truth, even if it hurts.
Poppy and Granny always sang together when they were in the car. Poppy would always start Got Any Rivers?, and Granny would harmonize with him. Then Poppy would whistle the song and Granny would hum along. Even though I was a teenager and would roll my eyes at my cousins or brother when they would start singing this, the song has really stuck with me. I would even sing it under my breath at times.
Poppy had a stroke in the winter of 1992. Even that didn’t stop him from doing God’s work. He witnessed to numerous people. He was even planning a new church if God healed him. He and Gran even sang Got Any Rivers? He never lost faith or went into a pity party about his condition.
I spent the summer of 1994 with Poppy and Granny. During that time, I read a book about a boy who grew up when my Poppy did. As I would talk the little songs in the book, Poppy would start singing them. I had so much fun that summer. I learned about him and his childhood. It will always be a memory that could not be compared. It was then I truly started realizing the example he had on my life.
This past October I went to visit my cousin Hollie, she brought out an old tape recording of my Poppy singing some of his songs to her oldest son, Travis, when he was a baby. For the first time in 15 years, I heard my Poppy’s voice. As I sat, listened, laughed, and cried, I watched my kids’ faces and seeing my son’s, Lucas, eyes light up at the funny songs, it made me a little sad that they never got to know him. However, there is a day, very soon I pray, that they will know each other and I know that he will give them the biggest hug in the whole world.
It makes me happy to know that I am raising my kids to have the same type of faith and values that my Poppy and Granny have passed along. Yes, we are ornery at times; but, my kids know how much God loves them and that He has a plan for their lives.
Do you have a person who is an example of Christ in your life? If so, and you get a chance; tell that person how much they mean in your life. Let them know you appreciate the Godly example they have made in your walk with God.
And for my family members who may be reading this, “Oooey Gooey was a worm. A big fat worm was he. He climbed up on a railroad track, the train he did not see. OOOOEEYY GOOEY!!!”