Wednesday, July 18, 2018

Quiet Joys

This is my story; this is my song
Praising my Savior all the day long . . . 
~Fanny Crosby


The Summer is already ripening toward August and I thought that I would share some pictures with you of the quiet joys and scenes from our lives here over the past few weeks. . . :-) These are some of the things that have brought happiness to my heart or just some happenings here . . . there is joy in knowing His presence in the quietness in a very precious way --

The Lord is near to all who call upon Him,
To all who call upon Him in truth.
He will fulfill the desire of those who fear Him
He also will hear their cry and save them.
Psalm 145:18-19 NKJV



Zinnias from the garden . . . their bright faces gladden my heart . . . 



The strong, steadfast beauty of the sunflower, lifting its great face toward the sky . . . my sister planted these all around her tiny house last year and she inspired me! :-)







Corn and the other vegetables ripening remind me of His faithfulness to provide for mankind . . . 








My daughter eats these little cherry tomatoes as fast as they ripen! :-) I have to beat her to them! ;-)



She will eat these too as soon as they ripen; she loves to bite into them like apples .. . :-)





. . . then I will give you rain in its season, the land shall yield its produce, and the trees of the field shall yield their fruit.
Leviticus 26:4 NKJV




The cone flowers delight me and remind me of my Mom's beautiful perennial garden back in RI . . . she placed a love for the beauty and preciousness of flowers in my soul . . . 


The grass withers, the flower fades,
But the word of our God stands forever.
Isaiah 40:8 NKJV




These little ground squirrels love to eat underneath our bird feeder--the ones below are part of a litter of baby ground squirrels . . . 


But now ask the beasts, and they will teach you;
And the birds of the air, and they will tell you;
Or speak to the earth, and it will teach you;
And the fish of the sea will explain to you.
Who among all these does not know
That the hand of the Lord has done this,
In whose hand is the life of every living thing,
And the breath of all mankind?
Job 12:7-10 NKJV



I love Autumn; it is one of my favorite times of year, so in anticipation we planted a lot of pumpkins :-). Now if only the resident groundhogs don't eat them all . . . ;-) 


My Mom planted a cherry tree for the birds . . . unfortunately a raccoon also likes it and the fruit is just too tempting for him ;-). He broke the trunk twice now--we are trying to protect it with this fence . . . 


Last year, there was a soybean field across the street from us; this year it is corn. Truly, all of creation points to a merciful Savior . . . may He give us eyes to see it . . . 



Have a blessed week, dear friends! 







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Sunday, July 1, 2018

My Eye is Not On the Density of the Fog

A very dear friend and man of faith wrote to me and my husband recently. His simple, sincere words of encouragement reminded me of a story that I had read about George Mueller a few months ago. It was a story that "stuck" with me and that challenged me to hold fast to the Lord, even when circumstances seem to contradict His leading and clear direction. Such a situation happened to me about a year and a half ago when my husband and I were seeking the Lord in His opening up a place for the ministry He has led us to pursue (you may read more about that HERE). This is the story that I read about George Mueller. 




When I first came to America, thirty-one years ago. I crossed the Atlantic with the captain of a steamer who was one of the most devoted men I ever knew, and when we were off the banks of Newfoundland be said to me:
"Mr. Inglis, the last time I crossed here, five weeks ago, one of the most extraordinary things happened which, has completely revolutionized the whole of my Christian life. Up to that time I was one of your ordinary Christians. We had a man of God on board, George Müller, of Bristol. I had been on that bridge for twenty-two hours and never left it. I was startled by some one tapping me on the shoulder. It was George Müller:
"'Captain, he said, 'I have come to tell you that I must be In Quebec on Saturday afternoon.' This was Wednesday.
"'It is impossible,' I said.
"'Very well, if your ship can't take me, God will find some other means of locomotion to take me. I have never broken an engagement in fifty seven years.'
"’I would willingly help you. How can I? I am helpless.'
"'Let us go down to the chart-room and pray.'
"I looked at that man of God, and I thought to myself, what lunatic asylum could that man have come from? I never heard of such a thing.
"'Mr. Müller,' I said, 'do you know how dense the fog is?'
"'No,' he replied, 'my eye is not on the density of the fog, but on the living God who controls every circumstance of my life.'
"He got down on his knees and prayed one of the most simple prayers. I muttered to myself: 'That would suit a children's class where the children were not more than eight or nine years old.' The burden of his prayer was something like this: 'O Lord, if it is consistent with Thy will, please remove this fog in five minutes. You know the engagement you made for me in Quebec Saturday. I believe it is your will.'
"When he finished. I was going to pray, but he put his hand on my shoulder and told me not to pray. "First, you do not believe He will; and second. I believe He has. And there is no need whatever for you to pray about it.' I looked at him, and George Müller said..
"'Captain. I have known my Lord for forty-seven years, and there has never been a single day that I have failed to gain an audience with the King. Get up, captain, and open the door, and you will find the fog is gone.' I got up, and the fog was gone!
"You tell that to some people of a scientific turn of mind, and they will say, 'That is not according to natural laws.' No, it is according to spiritual laws. The God with whom we have to do is omnipotent. Hold on to God's omnipotence. Ask believingly. On Saturday afternoon, I may add, George Müller was there on time."
~Herald of gospel liberty, Volume 102, Issues 27-52


My eye is not on the density of the fog . . . these words have been playing over in my mind this week. When God calls us to do something, to believe that He will do something according to how He has led us and spoken to us, it will come to pass. This is what my friend wrote in his e-mail, this is what the Word of God strongly teaches us, this is what the Holy Spirit presses upon our hearts even when human logic seems to contradict His leading. 


He opened the door for a place to begin our ministry here, after living in a drafty, dingy rental house for a little over a year--and after seeking Him in prayer for over 16 years (yes; 16 years)--at the time when every single door appeared to be shut to us and I felt like my prayers were pounding on the iron door of Heaven. 

It was at the point when I let go of human logic and wisdom and what seemed to be the wise, prudent thing to do (to buy a temporary house in town while we were waiting for Him to open up a permanent place of ministry--maybe in the years to come, I thought) that I quietly humbled myself before Him in prayer. He led me to pray and fast in a specific way for 21 days and at the end of that period of time the door opened in such a miraculous way that I sensed His Presence and direction so surely and perfectly that I could only sit in the quietness before Him and thank Him over and over

He is God. He is able to do exceedingly and abundantly above and beyond all that we ask or think. We limit Him through our unbelief, through our logical assigning of what we think He is able and willing to do. 

If God has truly called you to something--for me and my husband it was to create a place of rest for God's people--He will do it--be sure of your calling--pray, seek Him diligently--it is usually something that you don't feel qualified to do! But He is able. And as the friend that I mentioned at the beginning of this e-mail reminded me and my husband many years ago, He does not call the qualified; He qualifies the called

Are you called to raise children well--with a Godly foundation and heritage? Do it, and don't be distracted by the things of this world. Are you called to serve in a certain capacity in the church and you feel weak and unable to step forward? Take the first step, by the grace and power of Almighty God. Are you called away from your comfortable home to go to an unknown place, called to uncertainty and trial? Press into His calling and you will find His sustaining grace and the everlasting arms beneath. 

There is nothing too difficult for the Lord. And what we see as difficulties are only the places where He makes His glory shine brightest. 

So trust Him--and place your eyes upon Him, not on the density of the fog. 











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Sunday, June 24, 2018

Lessons From My Garden

come to the garden alone,
While
 the dew is still on the roses,
And the voice I hear, falling on my ear,
The Son of God discloses.
And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own,
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.

~C. Austin Miles



One of my earliest memories is of sitting on our back stairs outside while my Mom was working in her garden. It was a beautiful clear day and a bumblebee landed beside me. I must have thought that he was a friendly chap from all the storybooks that my Mom read to me when I was younger, because I reached out to pet the little fellow. He surprised me with a sting and I learned to admire that particular creature from a distance! :-) Happily, that solitary sting did not deter me from being outside or from loving flowers and plants. :-) My Mom gave me and my sisters a deep love for gardening. I feel close to the Lord outside in His creation . . . I love the smell of the soil and the feeling of sifting and refreshing and creating order and peace and beauty in the garden. I am dirty and sweaty all day long and mulch falls out of my hair at night, but I love it :-). It is fascinating to me that the Lord began His relationship with men and women in a garden--it was a place of communion and beauty and order and peace. It was the place of perfect fellowship with God until that union was broken by sin and chaos. There is something of peace in a garden that reminds us of that initial communion with God and that leads us to that place again though the blood of Christ. 





Lately, I've been spending a LOT of time outside! :-) I love being outdoors with my two children, hanging up laundry and raking and planting and weed whacking ..  . . and WEEDING! :-) Oh, so much weeding--but it's all worth it . . . ;-)



As part of our first year of homeschooling, we planted a vegetable garden. It was (is) a lot of work, but oh, it is so much fun! We are learning new things daily about how to take care of the plants and that has been exciting and challenging for us. It's not perfect, we still need to finish the fence, and I only planted two rows of corn instead of four by accident, but such is life.  :-) It's brought us a lot of joy through hard work. :-) 



I like vegetables, but I've always been partial to flowers and herbs; they just draw my heart in some deep, inexplicable way. I love the way that the Lord allows them to bloom at all different times to bring beauty to every part of the spring and summer, from the daffodils in the early spring, to the grandeur of the iris, and then the sweet sentimental happiness of the daisy, the cone flower, and the black-eyed Susan as the summer wears on. Did you know that all of the individual flowers and fruit trees also feed countless species of birds? The coneflowers are a treat for the goldfinch; the hummingbird drinks from the fluted Hosta cup and the old-fashioned hollyhock. The Robin and Cedar Waxwing enjoy berries from various bushes and trees--mulberry and serviceberry, cherry and raspberry. Nature relies upon the Lord in every way to feed it and to nourish it. The Lord continually amazes me in this, especially here in the country where it is so observable in every perfect way. Even in the winter, the animals and birds rely upon the "leftovers" to get them through--their "manna" from the Lord to sustain them through the harsh winter months (and the winters are harsh around here). 




The Lord constantly speaks His lessons to my heart here and these are some of things that He has impressed upon me lately. .


Columbine-there is still some white paint on it from when we painted our fence--the kids helped! :-)

 Never despise meager beginnings. This is a quote from one of my favorite movies, Love Comes Softly. The Lord is in the seemingly little things and this is so evident in the garden. The tiny seed that is planted yields a magnificent harvest. The "little things" of watering, weeding, and caring for plants and flowers produce beauty and grace. And it's so important to be faithful and consistent in them. 



He is able to bring the dead back to life. I thought that I had lost my Hostas over the past winter. They were all uprooted in a construction project and piled in a huge mountain of dirt. I am not a huge fan of their waxy "look" but I love the way that they draw tiny hummingbirds to my garden. As I said, I thought that I had lost these flowers, but as the pile of dirt was slowly being removed in the spring, we noticed little Hosta plants springing up in the pile! We removed them and re-planted them. The spiritual lesson that the Lord placed on my heart was that He is able to restore even those things which seem dead, lost, and hopeless. He is the God of resurrection and hope even in situations that seem utterly hopeless.


Hostas, hostas everywhere! :-)


Don't judge by the outward appearance. Some of the "ugliest" plants give the most wonderful produce! :-) Rhubarb, for example, is not the prettiest plant, but so many delicious things can be made from it. Isn't this so in life? The Lord often uses those who don't "look" promising on the outside to do His greatest work. Truly, man looks on the outside, but the Lord judges the heart. 



Protect the things that are precious. I adore the little chipmunks that gather in my yard and the sweet, peppy ground squirrels that visit daily, but they love to dig . . . and dig . . . and dig! That's how the Lord made them--so I asked my husband to put chicken wire over the zinnias that we were growing  . . . it was easy to do and allowed the flowers to grow without being disturbed. And I can still maintain my friendship with the little creatures--the best of both worlds ;-). Truly, how important it is to preserve and protect--to the best of our ability, by the grace of God--to protect ourselves from the influence of sin, to protect our children from worldly influences as much as we are able, to protect the weak and defenseless, to preserve that which is precious. And may our Lord give us eyes to see the things that are precious. 





Little hands can be taught to work :-). Including little children in our tasks enriches them--and us--they teach us to slow down, they teach us to stop and talk about what we are doing, they minister Christ to us in their simple, innocent, never-tiring way. We assume that when children are tiny, they are incapable of working alongside of us--oh, how watching the Amish and their children around here has proven that assumption so wrong! Include little children in your daily tasks--take breaks in-between, but let them come alongside of you in some of the tasks that you do--don't just leave them to play on their own all the time. They need you--and you will find that you need them . . . Below is a picture of some of the vegetables that my children and sweet niece and nephew helped me to weed around! It was so much fun to work together, even in the strong heat! 


If He cares for the sparrow, how much more for His children? The sweetness of the birds who eat the seeds that my Mom puts out every day always fill me with joy. The Lord constantly uses these little creatures to remind me not to worry and fret but to place my hope and trust in His love. 


There is grace in quietness and solitude when the quietness leads to communion with Christ. One of my favorite times to be out in the garden is in the early morning before my children wake up. The Lord speaks to me in the quietness and stillness and it is worth it to wake up early to meet with Him there. When our lives become too busy and we become overwhelmed, "pressed," and hurried (even with "good" things) we lose that sense of His voice and presence that is so vital to our joy and hope. Take time in the quietness, especially in the early morning when you are not too tired, to meet with your Lord and Savior. 


It's not finished till He's finished . . . don't judge the ending from the beginning.  A lesson that the Lord spoke to my spirit this past spring especially as it related to my mothering was to press on even when I feel discouraged or don't see immediate results. This is true with seeds and flowers and it is true in other aspects of life. Perhaps we feel that our children aren't responding to our efforts of love or discipline at times, or we just feel weary in the day to day "grind," but press on--the fruit will come when we persevere--and one never knows how the Lord will work in any given situation when we sincerely wait upon Him in hope and do the best that we can with what we have been entrusted with. 



These are some of the ways that the Lord has been speaking to my heart lately; how about you, dear friends? 





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Friday, June 15, 2018

Books I Love~~Mr. Murry and Thumbkin



Another sweet children's book that we discovered at the local library! My children (ages 4 and 5) have been enjoying Mr.  Murry and Thumbkin, written by Karma Wilson over the past few weeks. I discovered this author a while back and have enjoyed many of her books; this one was definitely one of my favorites.




Simple and sweet, with an easy to follow story line, this book captured the tale of two mice-- one overly anxious and uptight about everything and the other, a little too laid back. 




They become friends and help each other find something of a balance between their extreme personalities. 

This book was so enjoyable to read and I loved the lyrical wordplay. 

This book may be purchased on Amazon--it is a wonderful one to add to your collection--or take it out of your local library!  Another book of Karma Wilson's that I would highly recommend is her Christmas story, Mortimer's Christmas Manger (another of my favorite stories :-). 

Happy reading, friends! :-)


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Sunday, May 13, 2018

Take the Simplicity of Every Moment and Teach It to Your Children


As a mother, I am continually asking the Lord how I can "connect" with my children--in other words, how I can teach them and lead them to the place where they might step into a life of service and love for the Lord, how I can nurture not only their bodies and minds but also their hearts and their souls. We live in an age where everyone is so "connected"; via social media, through easy transportation, through every new and bright form of technology. And really, true communication, true connections have been greatly lost. Why? We live in a distracted and distanced society and culture. Everything is at our beck and fingertips and yet we have really lost touch with the greatest reality of all--the living God--manifested in His creation, in our hearts through faith, in the simple and quiet pursuit of knowing and following Him in spirit and in truth. We are distracted by the cares of this life and they eat away at the fabric of a consistent Christ-centered, focused mode of living.

Our connection with Him is frayed at best and at worst, lost. He is some distant Grandfather in the sky to which we turn often only when something is wrong. I see this attitude of "distance" many times in my own life--there are so many day to day distractions, so many things that "need" to be done, so many enticing forms of entertainment around us, that we often lose touch with what is really important. We think that the temporal things are so necessary when Christ would have us embrace the spiritual. Until we find our connection with Him and lay aside every weight, it will be impossible to truly connect in a sincere way with those around us. In my own life, when the connection to Him is "strong" and the distractions are laid aside, I am able to reach out to the lives that He has placed in my pathway in a deeper and more connected way. 

I have been blessed in that the Lord led me to live in the country. Here, there is not as much noise and distraction materially, yet I still feel and sense that old-Adam tug of my heart toward being distracted--mentally, spiritually, emotionally--I have to constantly remind myself of what is eternal and important--to pursue those things--and often that means laying aside other perfectly 'legitimate" things that I might otherwise do and focusing my eyes and heart on what is eternally important. 

He comes in the stillness. And one of the lessons that He has been impressing upon me lately as I've been praying is to continually "simplify" everything with my children. I write about it here as maybe it will be helpful to someone else. I know that the Lord has been using this lesson in my own heart. 



We need to be present with our children. Period. We can be stay-at-home-moms and not be present with our children. We can be distracted by a million and one things--we all know what distracts us personally and have felt the tug of conviction on our hearts. We know when we are ignoring our children even if we are there with them physically--we know when we are selfishly pursuing our own interests and pushing them into the background of our lives. It's an attitude of the heart that daily should be rooted out like a weed in a an otherwise good garden. And the deeper we allow its roots to grow, the harder it will be to pull out. We need to be vigilant about uprooting weeds of distraction and the cares of this life. 

I've been asking the Lord how to interact with my children (I have a 3 year old and a 5 year old) and this is what He has spoken to me personally--take the simplicity of every moment and teach it to your children . . . talk to them about everything around them, relate it back to the Lord--not in a way that is forced, but out of a heart connected to the Lord--as the outflow of that--

A feather on the ground, 

The robin singing before it rains, 

Ingredients going into a bowl of cookie dough,

A pie crust being rolled out

A hymn softly sung

A prayer for a hurt animal

Seeds being pressed into the ground of the garden

Paint being spread over a board

An earthworm fat and sleek being placed gently back into the soil

An anthill so determinedly built marveled at

A rainbow in the great Midwestern sky

The work of a rake exposing the beautiful green grass under the deadness of winter . . . 



The list goes on and on and on--and I think that this is why my own childhood is so vivid and bright to me---my own mother took the joy of each moment and pressed it into the hearts of her three daughters --in such a way that it has had a lasting impact upon my life. 

Everything in God's creation was sacred in some sense to my Mom, not in some strange mystical way, but a in a real, flesh and bones, joy-infused existence. She gave that joy to us--in so many ways, through the literally thousands of books that she read to us, through her constant relating everything back to the Lord, through her beautiful rich voice singing songs to the Lord as she cleaned our house, through the constant sacrifices that she made to make sure that we went to a Christian school through our younger years. 

The Lord has been bringing that lesson to my heart--to take each moment that He gives and to use it as an opportunity whenever I see it to impart some small grace to my children.  It has been a learning experience for me. 

Children, even very young ones, can be a part of so much of what we are doing--making a bed, cooking, cleaning, raking, again, the list goes on and on--and the more that we teach them when they are young, the more that they will be a help to us as they grow older and feel a part of our lives--

We are tempted many times to let children "go off" and play by themselves when we could include them into so much that we are doing--not everything of course and not all the time of course--but many times



This connects our children with us through day to day life--try it--I find that when I pursue this that my children are less "distracted" and more focused--I am better able to connect with them and to nurture their sensitivity toward spiritual things. The task often takes "longer" to complete, but I feel a great sense of joy when I am not rushing through completing everything on my "to-do" list and involving them. We are both enriched--I in slowing down, and they in being a part of what I am doing. 

We have been taught some great lie that children are a burden--it often niggles at our hearts--if they weren't "in the way we would be able to pursue the important things in life. 

Maybe what we think is important really--isn't. 

Children are a blessing from the Lord--near and dear and close and real flesh and blood--not just to be shuffled off to someone else--not just to be let loose to bring themselves up, not to be showpieces or badges of honor that elevate our own pride, but tiny spiritual beings--

Nurtured, loved cherished, taught--to the best of our ability--by the grace of God--and for the good of our own hearts. 

Teach them simply--and simply teach them--Involve them, include them, connect with them, love them . . . 

Let the little children come. 




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Thursday, May 3, 2018

A Holy Passion~A Novel of David Brainerd and Jerusha Edwards Giveaway!




Recently, my sister published her novel detailing the lives of missionary David Brainerd and of Jerusha Edward's, theologian Jonathan Edward's daughter. Jerusha cared for Brainerd in the Edward's home near the end of his life and it is believed that they shared a romantic attachment. Alicia delves into the lives of both of these historical figures in her book; you can read my post about it HERE

This week, I am giving away two copies of this precious, beautiful book. I believe that it will draw your heart closer to Christ and I pray that it will be a blessing to those who read it. You may use the Rafflecopter form at the bottom of this post to enter the giveaway and the two winners will be announced next week.  Entrants must live in the continental United States for shipping reasons! :-)






Description from the back of the book:

“My heart begins its slow crescendo at the news. Mr. Brainerd – my Mr. Brainerd – has come at last.”

After a few scant years of solitary missionary work among the American Indians on the colonial frontier, David Brainerd has been forced off the field once more by his terminal illness. A man who has sacrificed every earthly comfort for the sake of Christ, he takes refuge in the home of Reverend Jonathan Edwards, eminent Great Awakening theologian and pastor… and the father of a young woman named Jerusha. 
Unbeknownst to David, Jerusha Edwards has nurtured an affection for him since she met him long ago. Their renewed acquaintanceship challenges Jerusha to understand the meaning of selfless, Calvary love. Yet does such love demand too great a sacrifice for her to make?

Told with an emphasis on the known facts of Jerusha and David’s relationship as well as his missionary undertakings, this novel carefully embellishes the historical record, weaving a bittersweet tale of romantic, holy devotion.




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