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ByAngie

Back To School Week: Praying Over The School Year

Regardless of if you homeschool or send your children to a brick and mortar school, there is one very important first step we all as parents need to do before anything else:

Pray.

Prayer is the key to success in all areas in life. Child hood education is so crucial to prosperity in adult hood. Obviously, we as parents all pray for the little minds of our little ones (and bigger ones!) to be able to absorb, find patience, and not be stressed. That their grades be good and their studies come easily to them. But often, as the school year begins, we forget about so many other factors we should be praying for.

I’m guilty for this also…

I’ve begun to make a list of items to pray over my children (both homeschooled and public schooled) as they begin this next school year… and to go over again every morning.

  • Spiritual Well Being: It is my greatest wish that all of my children know Jesus as their personal Savior. While my oldest 2 have accepted Him into their hearts, I pray that they keep their promise to the Lord and are not tempted to fall away from Him due to peer pressure and distractions. For my younger children, I pray that as soon as they are old enough to grasp the understanding of salvation that they will also walk the narrow way and seek a relationship with God.
  • Safety (Emotional & Physical):Things happen. Untied shoe laces trip little feet. Bullies are mean. Bikes crash. I don’t need to go on. My prayer is that the Lord place a hedge around my “babies” and keep them safe. At home, at school, and everywhere else!
  • Teacher(s):As I both have children who homeschool and go to public school, I am praying for myself and those who educate my children outside of the home. Also, my homeschooled children sometimes take online classes from educators such as Founders Academy. Then the ones who give my children lessons in extra curricular activities. I pray that their teachers are given strength, wisdom, patience, and find blessing and favor in the Lord. That they know how appreciated they truly are. And of course, that they treat my children nicely! 😉 For myself? I pray that I am guided by the Holy Spirit to choose curriculum, set my lessons in place, and for a HUGE abundance of patience.
  • Friends:I pray that my children find healthy friendships, can be a blessing to other children they know, and are treated by others fairly. That their friends will love Jesus. That they will be kind to others, and no enemies are made.
  • Other Staff: So many times as a parent we tend to forget the others who have a part in our child’s day to day life. The bus driver, the cafeteria staff, the school office administration, occupational therapist, recess monitor… They all deserve my prayers too! They are a large part of my child’s day also and deserve to be blessed.
  • Health: Everyone knows that as the school year goes on, kids get sick. Especially if they are in a class room with other kids who just so happen to be ill. My prayer is that they are protected and their immune systems strong!

What about you? Do you have a “prayer list” for the year? Have something I should add to my list? Feel free to share!

 

ByJudye

Duh

I’ve often wondered why I picture myself as a child sitting in God’s lap. I thought that picture would fade as I grow older, but it hasn’t. I’m always a little 5 yr.old girl no matter what we’re talking about. When I pray, I am leaned against Him & He patiently listens and cries with me if I cry, laughs when I happily tell Him something wonderful, and reprimands me when I need it. When I pray, I never see myself as I am now – I’m always that little girl. Suddenly, it dawned on me one day. (You know that over-used, one syllable “word” that was used a while back?…Duh.) That’s the word I said aloud when HE reminded where I was when I first heard how Jesus died for me. It was Christmas Eve & my grandfather had come to visit. As he & I were enjoying Christmas candy together, he asked me if I knew what Christmas was. I said what most 5 yr.olds say, “Yeah, Santa is coming!” Well, at that, he picked me up and sat me in his lap and told me the whole story from beginning to end. All of it – from His birth on -even the blood that ran down the cross onto the ground. How the earth shook because creation wept over it’s Creator. How He had only done good & loved everyone – even the soldiers who killed Him. He explained that all I had to do was believe & accept. That I did. I leaned against my grandfather’s flannel shirt & as I listened to his heartbeat, I wept because Jesus loved me that much. Right there, sitting in Grandaddy’s lap, He came into this little girl’s heart and stayed. We’ve been best friends ever since. So, I am content to stay in the Father’s lap until it’s time to see Him face to face. And…I am so glad my grandaddy loved me enough to tell me.

ByAngie

Can It Wait?

13 Come now, you who say, Today or tomorrow we will go to such and such a city, spend a year there, buy and sell, and make a profit;14 whereas you do not know what will happen tomorrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapor that appears for a little time and then vanishes away.15 Instead you ought to say, If the Lord wills, we shall live and do this or that.

James 4:13-15

Within the last few weeks I’ve known quite a few people who have had loved ones pass away. Time slipped away so quickly. Some were old aged, but some were not. At the same time, I’ve had a few close friends that have been diagnosed with serious conditions.

All of this is brought many things to light for me. For one: Death knows no age. I’ve known this for years, but it seems every few years something happens to remind me that no one is exempt. As James said, life is but a vapor and we are not guaranteed tomorrow. Second: What are my priorities and what am I putting first?

Lately I’ve been TOO busy. My pastor noticed this before I did. She asked me one evening, “Do you ever say no?” “No” I replied, and we giggled. Don’t get me wrong, I love doing things for others and helping them. I am in no way complaining nor will I stop doing this. But sometimes, I need to just stop and focus on my family. I realized this a few weeks ago after my two year old son came running up to me with his arms out for me to hold him. “Just a second chubby cherub. Mommy is really busy.” Suddenly, like a slap in the face, a still small voice inside of me said “Busy doing what?” Hmm… Nothing is as important to me as my children. What could I possibly be doing that is keeping me too busy? Then the second slap to the other side of my metaphorical face “I’m doing this to God, too.” Ouch.

When life is over, will I be remembered for the fact that I made aprons? No. If I actually got my house to look perfect and kept it that way, will I feel achieved in Heaven? Not at all. When it’s all said and done, all that matters is that I served an almighty God and raised children with integrity who knew without a doubt their mother loved them and would drop anything for them in their time of need.

I’m not saying that any of us should let our homes go, stop doing things for others, sit back and let life fall apart just to snuggle with the kids a little longer. But by all means, stop and smell the roses! Enjoy those babies while they’re young! Play a board game with the older kids. Make your husband’s favorite meal just because. Plan a date night beyond his expectations and show him you love him. And if today’s to do list doesn’t get done, don’t sweat it. Trust me, it’ll be there tomorrow.

A special thank you to my dear friend, Rena, for her inspiration in writing this post.

ByAngie

Worried?

How many of us worry?

Show of hands?

That’s what I thought… It only comes natural. It’s what we do… But we’re not supposed to. Tough stuff, huh?

I had an extremely close friend call me a few days ago with potentially bad news about her health. It can go one of two ways. You know… Good, which would be awesome! Or… The dreaded “C” word. This friend and her family have NO time for this. Another dear friend of mine is facing other physical ailments and pain. I worry for both of them…

I can’t help but say, “God, why? Why now? Why at all?”

He reminded me of Philippians 4:19-20

19 But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus.20 Now unto God and our Father be glory for ever and ever. Amen.

When things like this in life happen… whether the every day worry or the great worry… it’s all up to Him. He knows what’s going on. He knows what he’s doing. Better than we could ever understand.

In other scripture he says:

22 Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and he shall sustain thee: he shall never suffer the righteous to be moved. Psalm 55:22

 

God does not want us to worry. He wants us to cast our fear, worries, burdens, etc… upon Him! He has not given us a spirit of Fear, but that of a sound mind!!! (2 Timothy 2:7) There is no reason for us to sit and twiddle our thumbs and say “Oh my, this is bad. Can’t do anything, so I’ll just sit here and worry…”

It is the time to get on our knees as He has called us to do and give it all to him!

Will you join me? Will you let me know what to pray for in your circumstance? I don’t make an offer I don’t promise to follow through on…

God bless & DON’T WORRY!

 

ByDiania

When A Mother Prays

When a mother starts praying
You better step aside
Heaven’s gates will open and
Angels will sing inside

There’s no greater power
Than a mother on her knees
God sees her tears
He will answer her pleas

A child in need of prayer
Is God’s biggest concern
And offering up a prayer
Should be the first lesson we learn

It’s not His desire
To turn us away
He says seek me early
You’ll find me when you pray

A troubled child
Who has gone astray
Will find His way back
And thank you someday

A sick child waiting
For a miracle healing
Will covet your prayers through
The path they’ve been living

What other power
Do you hold in your hands
Anything short of prayer
Simply won’t stand

So fall on your knees
For the sake of your child
Your greatest reward
Will be their smile

You’re holding a gift
Clasped tight in your hand
God gave it to you
Now follow His plan

ByAngie

The Legend Of The Mug Rug

A little while back, I discovered a fun little blog. Inspiring, easy to relate to, informative, fun, and with a sewing theme! Seams Inspired quickly became one of my favorite blogs. Before long, Larri was here commenting on our posts, and just like that I had made a new friend.

One day, Larri posted a picture of her mug rug. It had little gnomes all over it and was just adorable! I commented on her post that I had never heard of a mug rug and that I loved the fabric… Next thing you know I’m being asked for my address so she could make me one of my own and send it to me.

My Mug Rug & My Favorite Mickey Mug

Now, let me explain to you how God was in this. Because as simple as it all seems to just accept a gift from a new friend this was really a lesson for me.

Recently, I was hurt deeply. I felt as though someone was trying to “buy” my friendship. It got to the point that with every gift I felt more obligated, and trust me the gifts were frequent. I eventually dreaded accepting anything, and the friendship ended for quite a few reasons.

After this, I felt awkward accepting anything from anyone. I felt pressured as though if someone gave me a gift, I owed them something more than a thank you or simple gift in return. Even a birthday gift from my husband made me feel as though I was in an emotional debt.

My new friend didn’t know anything about this. She just wanted to simply bless me with a little something to brighten my mornings. Why should I steal her blessing because of my lame attitude towards gifts that I simply needed to get over?

With prayer, I was able to trust God and email her my address. With even more prayer, I try to not feel indebted every time I see my mug rug. And through grace, I have found forgiveness from the Lord for taking for granted the fact that there are people out there who understand the true meaning of the gift God gives us in friendship, and want nothing more than that. The give and take, the pulling together, the caring, the laughs, and the tears. The good and the bad without criticism or judgement.

Just writing this post was one more step towards healing…

What about you? Have you ever had trouble with something so simple that you felt silly? Did you get past it?

God bless!

 

 

ByAngie

Thank God I Am FREE!

I’ve been a bit concerned with myself lately. Constantly asking myself, “Am I doing what God wants me to do? Am I where He wants me to be? Am I on the path He wants me to take? What does He want me to do next? Is He disappointed in me?”

Saturday night, this literally kept me up nearly all night long. I prayed, tossed, turned, and worried. By nature, I’m a worry wart. Problem was, I was asking myself all of these questions instead of asking Him. I finally laid there in bed and said “Lord, lead me. Tell me what You want me to hear… I need to know where I stand and where to go next…”

“You’re free, Angie. There is no burden to carry, everything is forgiven. You are FREE…”

I didn’t even realize this was something I had been worrying about! But it made so much sense when I laid there and thought about it. I’m free. I’m listening. And with that simple answer from him I knew where my focus needed to be re-aligned, the next step to take, and that He is still just as happy to call me His daughter as I am to call Him my Father.

To help keep this reminder to myself, I’ve been humming this old song since then. It may not be a favorite style of music for a lot of people, but just listen to the lyrics and let it bless you!

 

 

 

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Sticky Hands: Lay It Down – A Guest Post From Lona

Mark 8:35
“For whosoever will save his life shall lose it; but whosoever shall lose his life for my sake and the gospel’s, the same shall save it.”

A year after my mother passed away, my daughter married. A few months afterward she was expecting a baby as her husband embarked upon his three-month internship for his college degree. He was to make the 2,000 mile trip and get settled while she stayed with me the first couple of weeks, then she would fly out to join him.

It was bedtime when I wandered into the living room to say good night. As I did she casually told me he had arrived safely and really loved the area. “He would be interested in taking a position and living somewhere out there,” she explained. I don’t believe I flinched, though my heart sank to my toes. I made a graceful exit and headed to the bedroom.

My husband was sound asleep so I felt my way in the dark to find my Bible. I slipped into the bathroom for some light and sat on the step beside the tub to cry. The only way I knew to express myself to the Lord was to be direct and that’s how I proceeded. “God we’ve got a problem,” I candidly prayed. “I need to talk to my mother, but You had this bright idea to call her home. Now what am I supposed to do?”

Mom had a remarkable gift to speak a “word in season” that would calm my troubled spirit. My only daughter and first grandchild could potentially move thousands of miles away and if ever I needed a word in season, this was it.

Then I desperately flipped open my Bible and had one of the most amazing experiences of my life. The Scripture leaped off the page from Mark 8:35. Then, as if we were sitting at the kitchen table, I heard Mother’s voice in my head. I could visualize her leaning in with her hand gently patting the page as she began to explain, “Let me tell you what this Scripture means,” I heard her softly say. “The Lord knows that Kimmy is your life and always has been. But God is a ‘people mover’ and He strategically places them around the world where they can be utilized for the Kingdom.” I heard her continue, “He’s asking you to lay your life down for His sake. But it’s your choice. You can pitch a fit and get a bear hold on her and refuse to let her go. But she could be living on the other side of the wall and not be yours. On the other hand, as long as she is in the will of God, there is no distance that can take her from you.” In those few moments, “I got it.” I allowed myself to cry through the night, but by dawn I washed my face and prepared to lay my life down.

So far, I have been spared… she has lived within a reasonable driving distance. But as a result, it has been a joy to watch first-hand as she has grown and matured in God, standing on her own two feet, becoming what He has called her to be.

I realize from the moment God loaned her to me, she was really His all along. But as a young mother I spent my time cleaning the “sticky fingers” without seeing the big picture. He could see it all along. The sticky fingers were mine to care for, the calling on the one whom those sticky fingers were attached, was His.

I learned a valuable lesson that would serve a young mother well to realize now. Because in order to keep your life, considered it a privilege—for His sake—to lay it down.

 

To learn more about Lona (pronounced like Donna with an “L”) please visit her website at www.lona.org. She has an amazing testimony that you will be nothing but blessed to read about!

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A Bedtime Prayer

Now I’ll lay her down to sleep
And pray the Lord her soul He’ll keep
So when the night turns into day
Once again she’ll romp and play

She’ll track some dirt across my floor
With sticky fingers reach for more
She’ll cry and then she’ll laugh so sweet
That’s what makes my life complete

Then the day will be night again
With tired eyes she’ll wonder in
She’ll climb upon my lap to sleep
While I pray the Lord her soul He’ll keep

Written for Kimmy, 1983
by her mother, Lona Walker

 

To learn more about Lona (pronounced like Donna with an “L”) please visit her website at www.lona.org. She has an amazing testimony that you will be nothing but blessed to read about!

ByAngie

Sticky Hands: Out Of The Mouths Of Babes

I was recently discussing this topic with a friend who stated that, long story short, her little girl lead her to having a relationship with Jesus.

I cannot emphasize enough just how cool I believe this really is!!!

Little did I know that my little guy was going to be used, once again, to minister to me. You may remember that on Monday I posted about taking a leap of faith and how God spoke to me by watching Tommy jump off the couch.

Well, fast forward to this morning. I’m stressed. I’m scared. I’m worried. My Dad is going in for another surgery tomorrow. I’ve been praying all morning for peace. I went in to do some dishes when I heard my son sing “Hahahahahahaha” as in the verse from “The Joy Of The Lord Is My Strength”. I couldn’t help but grin a little.

“Why didn’t I think of that? Duh Angie!”

Needless to say, I’ve been singing it for the last couple of hours.

What about you? How have your children ministered to you lately?