Time At The Pump

Having a large vehicle means we spend a lot of time and money at the pump. Not only do we cover many miles because we live in the middle of nowhere, but we haul a lot of 'stuff.' Whether it's kids, tools, or building materials for a job, we really use our vans, which leads us directly to the gas pumps.

One of the habits that we've developed through the years is to make frequent stops there, without waiting until we're near empty. Rather than let our tanks run low, we hit the pump when we're at half-a-tank, and many times this has helped us avoid problems--like when we're running tight on time. Another problem we avoid is condensation in our tank, which would cause our vans to chug, cough, and sputter, and even stall out.

Life is similar to the cars we drive. No matter the make or model, we all need to spend time at the pump. The more you go and serve, the more time you need to spend there pumping in the fuel, otherwise you'll run out and be stuck somewhere with an empty gas tank.

God's Word, and time spent in prayer and meditating on HIM is our fuel—it's what keeps us going. Without it we run dry, stall, and burn out.

Sure, we can economize in our life the way we do with our cars and running errands, but that's certainly not the best and it's not what God has for us. We are created to bring glory to God, to serve Him.

“And do not neglect doing good and sharing; for with such sacrifices God is pleased.”
~Hebrews 13:16


Christ has paid the price for us!

“For you have been bought with a price: therefore glorify God in your body.”
~1 Corinthians 6:19


We just need to show up at the pump and fill our tanks so we can do the running and work He has for us to do.

“And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, that you may prove what the will of God is, that which is good and acceptable and perfect.” ~Romans 12:2

“I am the the vine, you are the branches; he who abides in Me, and I in him, he bears much fruit; for apart from Me you can do nothing.”
~John 15:5


Don't wait until your tank is almost empty to hit the pump! Make frequent stops there to keep your tank topped off. You just never know when you'll be called on, and you'll want a full tank so you can go distance!

Tagged by Books

My WONderful friends, Laury and Tracy BOTH tagged me (at different places) for this book meme, so I'm finally getting around to doing it. What can I say, life has been busy. I still don't have all my lesson assignments done for the kids, but I'm hoping to do the last of them right after posting this...

1. Do you remember how you developed a love for reading? Er, no. I just know there was always a book close to me!

2. What are some books you read as a child? Little house on the Prairie set!!

3. What is your favorite genre? Romance. *sigh* followed closely by chick lit.

4. Do you have a favorite novel? Only one? Not that I can pull off the top of my head.

5. Where do you usually read? Anywhere I can!

6. When do you usually read? Anytime I can, which hasn't been often enough recently!!

7. Do you usually have more than one book you are reading at a time? Yes.

8. Do you read nonfiction in a different way or place than you read fiction? I don't do nonfiction unless I have to, or it's a missionary story, or it's a book on writing. *eye roll* There for awhile I was reading nonfiction while on the glider and that worked GREAT. Now I need to rig a reading stand on my glider here at home and GET ON the glider!! *groan*

9. Do you buy most of the books you read, or borrow them, or check them out of the library? Yes! I'm a bargain hunter and I collect books. I am also a big supporter of our local library! (because keeping a family of 7—ALL of which are AVID readers, would require a boat-load of money, and I can think of other things to do with that boat load. LoL)

10. Do you keep most of the books you buy? If not, what do you do with them? Yes, we keep them because there's so many of us that will be reading it, and many of the books we buy qualify as 'school'. It's the best way for the kids to learn—when they're having fun reading and they don't realize they're doing school!! hehe.

11. If you have children, what are some of the favorite books you have shared with them? Were they some of the same ones you read as a child? Little House on the Prairie!

12. What are you reading now? Character and Viewpoint by Orson Scott Card. I'm between fiction books now. Grrrrr.

13. Do you keep a TBR (to be read) list? Nope. I just have a shelf for them, at least for the important ones. LoL

14. What’s next? Plot and Structure by James Scott Bell. For fiction? Sisterchicks—whichever one I can get my hands on!

15. What books would you like to reread? Isobel Kuhn's (missionary) books and Sisterchicks!

16. Who are your favorite authors? Lori Wick, Robin Jones Gunn, Francine Rivers, Stephen Bly..lots of others, but my mind is not in high gear and my books are currently packed because my oldest son moved into our library.

Ok, so now I get to tag two people. Eeny, meeny, meiny, mo...(did I spell those right? oh well...) Let's go with Bonnie, and my friend from Quito, Heather, who is a missionary in Madrid. Have fun, girls!

Number 19 is Prime

Nineteen years ago today Jim and I were married. It's hard to believe that it's been 19 years!! So I thought I'd tell you about how wonderful my man is.

1. Jim makes me happy!

2. He's a balm to soul. There have been days when I was in the ballistic zone—my hormones were zinging everywhere and the kids were...well, they were being kids. *Eye roll* Jim would call home and just the sound of his voice soothed my frayed nerves. Then there's the times when I've heard his truck/van pull in the driveway and I would instantly feel better. There's just something about him that is a balm to my soul.

3. Jim believed in me when I didn't even believe in myself.

4. He's supported and encouraged me through all my hobbies/insanities. I think he breathed a huge sigh of relief when I started writing because all the other things were my attempts at escaping that call I felt.

5. My man is my greatest cheerleader. He's cheered for me over my smallest accomplishments.

6. Jim is the most UNselfish man I know. (The other man like him is my wonderful dad.) Jim gives and gives and gives. He blows me away with how much he does for his family.

7. He's the perfect man for me. When I'm weak, he's strong. In my wishy-washyness he's decisive (and he makes very good decisions—I've learned to trust his gut instincts.) He's strong enough to stand firm when I'm being mulish.

8. My man is a man of great vision. He dreams big dreams and goes for them. He's taken houses that should've been torn down and made them into some of the nicest in town. He does the same thing in life matters. He sees potential in houses, people and dreams. He doesn't settle for second best, he pursues the best.

9. Jim has taught me the value of steering clear of instant gratification. That character trait in him has blessed us time and time again. He's taught me so much over these 19 years—including how to cook. LoL

10. He let me hold on to his coat-tails and tag along on his dreams when I didn't have any of my own. The result gave me courage and hope to acknowledge my own dreams and to reach for them.

These are only ten things—there's sooooo much more. We've been through thick-and-thin together. When we married I still had a lot of growing up to do and Jim and I are often extreme opposites, which made for some very rocky years. Then there were a few years when I tried my best to outrun what I felt God was calling me to do which created a lot of problems for our family—Jim was tough enough to stand up to me and gentle enough not to squash me, but to encourage me. He's the perfect man for me and I love him tremendously.



Thank you, Jim, for 19 years. I love you for all that you are and for WHO you are. I love you because you're YOU. You're the bestest of the best. God blessed me tremendously when He gave me you, and I thank God for you every day. I'm looking forward to the rest of our years together. I love you!

A Lesson in Obedience

During the past few days I've put in a lot of hours working on lesson plans. As I was working, I noticed that one of my boys had skipped a couple assignments that I had written in the margin of the lesson assignment sheet we had just finished.

“Did you do the review and take the test for chapter 7?” I asked him as I sat at the table, papers and books all around me. I knew the answer, but I wanted him to see the error of his way.

“Um, no.” he muttered as he tried edging into the kitchen.

“But you're almost done with chapter 8 and I even reminded you of the test.”

The birdie on my shoulder whispered something about being distracted this week, but I went back to talking so I wouldn't have to listen to her.

“Why do you think I spend hours making up lesson assignment sheets? To make paper airplanes out of them? It does no good whatsoever for me to make them and you not follow them. By not following the assignments everything gets messed up!”

That's when God's neon 'Duh' sign flashed right in front of me. I felt the impact of it from my head down to my toes.

The birdie on my shoulder had to get in her two cents, too. “And just what do you think it does when you ignore God's plans and assignments and do your own thing? Sister, let me tell you, it doesn't come out smelling like roses. Shoot, it doesn't even come out smelling sweet! It makes things stink around here!”

God's message to me got through loud and clear.

“Has the LORD as much delight in burnt offerings and sacrifices as in obeying the voice of the LORD? Behold, to obey is better than sacrifice, and to heed than the fat of rams. For rebellion is as the sin of divination, and insubordination is as iniquity and idolatry.”
I Samuel 15:22-3

Fiction Friday: Two For One Special



Ashley was lying on the ground gasping for breath when a taunting face came into focus right above her. She blinked her eyes, desperately hoping that he would leave her alone, but knowing she was in for it.

“And that’s what you call a ‘Two for One Special.’” Joe glared down at her before hauling her to her feet. “How many times have I told you to do it like you mean it?”

“How can I do it like I mean it when I don’t even know how to do it the right way?” Ashley demanded. “Sir,” she added as an afterthought, so as not to appear disrespectful.

“Ashley, you know how to do this throw. I taught you myself and I’ve seen you do it, so just toss that thought right outta your head,” Joe said. “If that’s how you’re going to defend yourself against some punk boy then that’s where you’re gonna end up. On your back.”

Ashley’s eyes opened wide; he’d never talked to her like that. Joe opened his mouth to say more but snapped it closed as he looked around at the younger children in the karate class who were watching and listening.

Pulling Ashley over to the side he snagged Daniel, another black belt. “Watch closely,” Joe told them.

Joe moved off several paces, bowed and executed a black belt kata.* When he finished he planted himself in front of her.

“Well, what did you think of it?” he asked her.

“It looked great to me,” Ashley hedged.

“Why?”

“Sharp, crisp movements.”

“Huh.” Joe grunted. “Daniel, what did you think of it?”

Daniel laughed. “What in the world was that?”

“That was Nai Hanchi.** Didn’t you recognize it?”

“You mean parts of it were Nai Hanchi,** the rest was Pinan Go Dan.” **

“So, I screwed it up?”

“Majorly,” Daniel replied.

“Why couldn’t Ashley tell?”

“You bluffed so convincingly that she believed you.”

“That’s right. I acted confident and I was able to convince her.” Joe looked meaningfully at Ashley. “That’s what you need to do.”

Ashley looked confused so Joe softened his voice. “Sweetheart, when you act confidently others believe you, even if you don’t feel confident.”

Daniel looked at her seriously. “If you’re on a date and the guy starts to do stuff you don’t want to do and you hesitantly tell him to stop, he won’t listen to you. He might stop for a minute or two, but it won’t be long before he’s back at it. He’ll hear your hesitancy and go off that. But if you confidently tell him to stop he’s more likely to listen to you. If he doesn’t, you have the knowledge and the skill to put a stop to it and to get away from him. You have to act confidently. That’s what Joe’s trying to get through to you.”

“You saw how fast you went down when you were supposed to be throwing me. You weren’t confident in your actions. Even if you didn’t know what you were doing, but had been acting confidently, I wouldn’t have been able to throw you as easily,” Joe explained.

“People are far less likely to attack a person who looks, and acts, confident,” Daniel added.

Act confident, even when you’re not, and eventually you’ll feel confident, too.” Joe smiled at Ashley’s look of surprise. “And others will see you as a confident person, and treat you as one, too.”

“It’s that way in most areas of life.” Daniel chuckled. “You ought to try it. It works.”

***
A week later Ashley strutted into karate and Daniel nudged Joe. “She’s strutting this week.”

“How’d the date go, Ashley?” Joe asked.

Ashley’s mouth dropped open. “How’d you know about my date?”

“I knew about it last week, before you went on it. How’d it go?” Joe crossed his arms over his chest.

“Well, let’s just say that acting confident sure did help.” She grinned ruefully.

“Are you going out with him again?”

“No way.” She was emphatic.

Daniel chuckled. “So, why are you strutting?” he asked as Joe relaxed and smiled.

Ashley took a playful swipe at him. “Because there’s a huge difference between confidence and arrogance. I can be confident without being arrogant so I’m practicing my confidence by walking confidently.”

“Is it working?”

“Of course it is. That was quite a ‘Two for One Special,’” she smiled. “Thanks.”
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*kata—routines martial artists use as practice
**Names of black belt katas
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Happy Fourth of July!
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Announcing Patterings for Kids

A couple months ago I discovered that I love writing devotional thoughts and Bible studies for kids—grade school kids. I'm one of the Wednesday night kid's teachers at our (very wonderful) church, and over the past year I've felt the growing 'need' to write some of these lessons down in a fun way for the kids. Patterings for Kids is a collection of those lessons and devotional thoughts. The feedback I've received from ones I've posted at Faithwriters is that it's not just the kids that enjoy them, even though the wording and style is definitely geared toward kids—which thoroughly surprised me.

At Patterings for Kids you'll find lessons and nuggets as well as links to kid's sites such as Whit's End and Christianity Today for Kids and also links to games (like Veggie Tale games!) that come highly recommended by my own five kids. There's also a Silly Songs with Larry video clip that I will change a few times a month.

If you write for kids, I'm very open and eager to post guest bloggers/articles, simply submit it to me through the 'email me' button on the site. Also, if anyone is interested, there is a button that is available, just email me and request the button code.

So, if you have kids, or if you have a fun, silly side, visit Patterings for Kids.


And now, back to our regular programming...

The Trouble With Supposing

When my kids were younger it was not uncommon for me to trail behind my family as we left church, much as a cow herder would, prodding along the dawdlers. There was a whole passel of kids around the same age and if you weren't careful you'd end up with the right number, but the wrong children. After doing that several times, and seeing their panic when I tried herding them into our van, I learned to check faces and not just count heads. When my sisters and I were together it was a different story, though—we would tend to our own kids, as well as each other's not worrying whose was whose.

A few weeks ago I got to teach my Wednesday kids about the time Mary and Joseph accidentally left Jesus behind in Jerusalem. I can understand how easily that can happen! (Which is why we count kids before leaving anyplace!) The fear that rushes through you when you find one of your children is missing is not a pleasant feeling, and it took Mary and Joseph three days to find Jesus. Those must have been very long days!

As a side note to his message the other day, Pastor Mike drew our attention to Luke 2:43-44 “...and as they were returning, after spending the full number of days, the boy Jesus stayed behind in Jerusalem. And His parents were unaware of it, but supposed Him to be in the caravan...” How many times have we embarked on something thinking it was what we were do, only to realize once we got into it and looked around that God wasn't where we supposed Him to be? Sure, He never leaves us, but there are definitely times we do things that are not what God wants for us and we frantically look around, wondering where He is.

It was a good reminder for me that just because God will never leave me does not mean that He will follow me. I need to seek Him out and stay tucked close to His side so that I can follow Him without being separated from Him. Just like when I grab the hand of my smaller children so that I don't lose track of them, I want to hold on to God.
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