Monthly Book Giveaway--The Hidden Art of Homemaking, by Edith Schaeffer

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This month's book giveaway is for a wonderful, practical, delightful book that has challenged me and opened my mind and heart to see homemaking in a beautiful and intriguing light--as an art and a creative channel through which to use the gifts and abilities that the Great Creator has given us for His glory, and to enrich the lives of our family, friends, and other believers. 

There is a dutiful element to homemaking; that cannot be denied. Washing dishes, folding towels, cleaning floors, changing sheets, weeding gardens. And the Lord teaches us faithfulness and perseverance through the monotony of everyday tasks. He gives us joy through them and fills us with the joy of Himself through serving others via "menial" tasks. This is one of the ways that I believe that the Lord teaches us servanthood and surrender. 

But, as Edith Schaeffer points out in this wonderful book -- Homemaking may also be seen as an art and possesses an artistic, creative element that should be explored and embraced. Arranging flowers on an otherwise bare table, sewing beautiful curtains, preparing an eye-pleasing and nourishing meal, dressing attractively . . . these are just some of the ways that we reflect the creativity of the Great Creator in our lives and homes. 

If you are not the the winner of this giveaway, I would strongly encourage you to obtain a copy of this book and read it anyway! It will open your mind and your heart to the joy of reflecting the beauty of the Creator through creative homemaking and will truly enrich your life and the lives of those around you; it is a mind- and eye-opening book. 

Description of The Hidden Art of Homemaking:  (from CBD)

Artists and homemakers, prepare to be inspired. Schaeffer transfers domestic tasks into masterpieces of creative expression-whether she's filling the house with flowers, music, and literature, building a toy rocking horse from scratch, dipping homemade candles, and more in this timeless classic.

If you are not familiar with Edith Schaeffer, she and her husband were led of the Lord to begin a place of refuge, called L'Abri, for those who were seeking answers to life's questions--you can read more about the Schaeffer's and their work HERE. 

And now, time for the Giveaway! :-)

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Preserving the Precious, Protecting the Weak

Open your mouth for the speechless,
In the cause of all who are appointed to die.
Open your mouth, judge righteously,
And plead the cause of the poor and needy.

Proverbs 31:8-9 NKJV

I heard a true story about a prisoner, watching as a Mother Robin built her nest in a precarious place on a chain link fence outside the window of the prison. 

The prisoner watched as the Mother sat on her nest, protecting her young, even before they were born, from the elements that beat down vehemently upon her. 

Fearful for the fate of the baby birds, the prisoner watched as day by day, the Mother tried to care for her young under incredibly difficult circumstances. 

Finally, they fell from the nest, onto the rocks below. Heartbroken and helpless to do anything to help the sweet, innocent birds, the prisoner wept. 

And the prisoner watched as a guard, taking some pity on the fledgling robins, placed them on a napkin in the shade. 

To the prisoner's dismay, along came two more prison guards. Laughing, they threw the baby birds into the sewage drain, and walked away . . . 

And so weeping, the prisoner watched from behind the prison bars. 

This is the devastation of sin in the world. This is the no "happy ending." This is the tragedy and the loss and the chaos and the sorrow. 

This story made me feel sick, that deep, sorrowing sick, when we realize that the unthinkable has happened. 

And this week, I watched a woman drink wine and talk nonchalantly about selling the organs of aborted babies. 

I watched as she enjoyed life while talking about death. 

I watched as she ate and drank and celebrated the monetary benefits that an aborted babies' heart, lungs, and liver could deliver to an organization supported by taxpayer's funds. 

And I, like so many others, felt sick. 

The unthinkable . . . playing out on a camera with words and lips and wine and flippancy and the casual toss of a fork into a salad.

And she spoke of the intentional grasp of forceps that were careful not to crush the parts of a baby that would bring a profit--oh yes, discard the rest, the parts that were unwanted, unloved, and a burden to a woman and to an unfeeling society that has almost lost its conscience. 

Throw away those parts. 

Keep the ones that will rake in a profit. Heart, lungs, liver. 

His heart must be broken. 

My heart was broken . . . how much more, His?

The devastation of sin, the crushing, the destruction, the chaos. 

An innocent baby, thrown into a garbage can.

Innocent baby Robins, thrown into a sewer.

And the world turns away distracted eyes and overlooks and laughs and carries on with "life."

So I ask, how must we respond to these kinds of tragedies, these kinds of attitudes, this kind of sorrow?

With despair? Or with hope? 

He sees the falling of the sparrow. He formed the small one in the womb. He knows each tiny, infinite detail. And He weeps and loves. 

As His, we have a sacred duty. 

A duty to speak for those "appointed to die," a duty to protect the innocent, to defend the weak and the small and the powerless. 

And when we do this, there is hope. 

We make tiny ripples in the pools of complacency. 

We stoop down and we lift tiny birds dying in the scorching sun and we protect them and we nurture them and we set them free to live. 

We touch the hand, the heart of the unwed mother and we speak truth and we speak hope and we speak life and we pray that her eyes and her heart may be opened not to destroy life, but to preserve it. 

Because all life is precious. 

And when we ignore the evil around us, when we refuse to speak, when we will do nothing, are we not just as guilty as the perpetrators of evil? 

Dietrich Bonhoeffer, the German Pastor and theologian executed by hanging under Hitler's regime wrote: 

Silence in the face of evil is itself evil: God will not hold us guiltless. Not to speak is to speak. Not to act is to act. 

We must speak. We must act. We must love. We must not be afraid. 

In the little circumstances of life and in the great ones. May we not be silent when confronted by evil. May we not be so comfortable in this fading life that we don't long for the next. May we not overlook evil because it makes our life a little easier. For now. 

Because there is hope. Hope for individuals, hope for the crushed hurting, hope beyond the grave. 

At times we grow afraid. It appears that evil has won.

It has not. He is bringing all things, all events into the fruition of His will; He is ordering the paths of the nations; He is working in unseen ways Hope and Heaven and deliverance and peace. 

And we are sojourners here. For a short time. For a brief hour. May we not let our lives be wasted. May we speak and protect and pray and trust and live for His kingdom--waiting and watching in hope. 

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Love that Wins

“Now, Mr. Great-heart was a strong man, so he was not afraid of a lion.” 

- John Bunyan

It was the first time this week that I've really felt peace. 

Oh, I know the promises. And I know that our God is in control. I know that He allows and orders all things; that nothing happens apart from His plan.

I knew all of these things.

And yet, fear gripped me. Worry threatened me. A lump of dismay lay cold and clammy in my heart, and I felt afraid. 

Afraid when I read about the SCOTUS decision in my "Trending"sidebar. 

Afraid when I saw all of the "rejoicing," when rainbow flags kept popping up, overshadowing the faces of so, so many, it seemed.

Afraid when even so-called Christians appeared to be joining the bandwagon, when other believers said nothing, appeared oblivious to the whole thing, or just wanted to ignore it. 

I felt afraid. 

Felt afraid when they called it "hate," when they labeled me a "bigot" because I cannot, in good conscience, approve a lifestyle choice that directly flies in the face of God's Word, of a lifestyle choice that mocks Jesus' sacrifice on the cross, that re-defines" love" as whatever a person wishes it to be. 

I've had friends who are homosexuals. I've loved them. I've felt genuine compassion toward them; I've seen them as fellow sinners--the only difference between us grace and repentance. I remember a boy who was gay in my high school class -- an outcast, who used to enjoy talking with me. I still have it -- the picture that he drew of me with angel wings. He gave it to me. I hope that he found Jesus and freedom. I loved him. 

This message of #lovewins is a deception -- because true love is of God; there is no such thing as love apart from His Word and His rule. Sin brings death and chaos and loss. Sin will never win, for the "soul that sins will die." 

If anything (ironically), the "hatred" that I've seen has come from homosexuals and their supporters... frankly, I've never seen a group exercise so much intimidation and hateful speech towards those who morally oppose them. But then, we are never consistent when far from God, only consistent in our sin and in justifying our lifestyle. May God have mercy. May God forgive them, for they know not what they do. 

So I have felt afraid. Afraid of the "floods of ungodliness." Afraid of the ambivalence. Afraid of the silence, afraid for my children, afraid of what they may have to face in the future, afraid for myself and for other believers.

Fear. But then, peace. 

I was walking with my little ones, down the old familiar road that we always walk on. 

I looked above us, beyond to the telephone wire near a marsh that houses many different birds. And I saw a dove, a robin, and a cardinal. Just sitting calmly, unafraid. 

Creation itself spoke to me of Him, of His constancy, of His power, of His love. Spoke to me in the midst of my fear  and assured me of His presence. He was there with me. He is here with me. His heart holds my children; our times are in His hands. 

Later, we stood near the ocean where the wind whipped our hair, and I spread out my arms toward the sky . . . It is my Father's world. Nothing can happen to me, to my husband, to our children, to my loved ones apart from His will. All the hairs on our heads are numbered. 

And the battle is already won. 

So I take heart.

And I speak His truth, because truth cannot stay hidden inside. 

And I love my neighbor as myself, gay, straight, old, young, rich, or poor--

And if I love my neighbor as myself than I will not look over his sin -- because love that wins is a love that cares about whether my neighbor will spend eternity with Jesus or eternity apart from Him. The question is not whether I love my neighbor so much as it is do I love my neighbor enough to tell him the truth and to lead him to Jesus?

Because love is not a warm fuzzy feeling, as C. S. Lewis says,

Love is not affectionate feeling, but a steady wish for the loved person's ultimate good as far as it can be obtained.

Love is caring enough about another person for whom Christ died, that we don't want their sin (no matter what kind of sin it is) to cause them to be eternally separated from God. And this is the same love that Jesus had for us. 

I will speak because I do not need to be afraid of those who can only kill the body but cannot kill the soul. 

I will speak love in the midst of hatred towards the Lord Jesus, hatred towards His Word, hatred towards His will and His rule. 

I will speak love.

Because I am not afraid.

There is not fear in love because perfect love casts out fear (I John 4:18)... We love because He first loved us. (I John 4:19)

And loving, stand unafraid in Him. 

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Remaining Anonymous

I walked the sunny pavement. Slowly, one footstep and then another. 

I just had a baby; my body was healing. 

And the people around me moved fast--moved to the beat of the loud music. Moved to keep up with the frantic pace of their life. 

But I had to walk slowly. 

Sometimes stitches keep your heart quieter. Sometimes Jesus slows you down to listen to His still, small voice amid the clutter and chaos of life. 

He slowed me down. And I could hear Him more clearly again. 

I needed some comfortable t-shirts. When I brought my drab findings to the boy behind the counter of the Bass store, he asked me for my first name. 

I paused. "I'd rather not," I said. And then I quipped, "I prefer to remain anonymous." 

His head jerked up, surprised. "That's ok," he spoke laughing, "I would like to live by myself in the woods." 

Sometimes anonymity is appealing. In a world where "the individual" has become all important and everyone is their own superstar. 

I wished to remain anonymous. 

And I walked down the crowded walkway again and all the sights and the delicious smells and the perfumed bodies with the sleek, smooth hair swirled around me. 

And the men in their designer clothes and their pointy shoes and the children in their Gap and Hannah-Andersen motifs. 

I saw my own image in the tinted window -- a bedraggled specimen of sleep-deprivation and baggy maternity leftovers -- the only clothes that I could fit in. 

My youthful glory-departed, my mind briefly drifted to contemplating how many stretch marks adorned my belly and when was the last time I took a shower, anyway? 

I sincerely wished to remain anonymous. 

And the world around us screams in our ears that we need to be someone, that we need to stand up for ourselves, that we need to climb the social ladder, that we need more friends, more likes, more recognition. 

That our hair, that our bodies need to be "just so," that we're not worth anything if we can't squeeze into a size 4. 

We become so caught up in the world and its twisted thinking, that we lose sight of what is really important--

Seek first the kingdom of God . . . 

Because the man, the woman who seeks His kingdom first will not be caught up in worrying about  their image. 

Their focus will be higher, their mind set on heavenly things; they'll be prepared to suffer persecution and hardship and deprivation for His sake. 

It's hard to set the things of this world aside, to take our narrow focus off of "me" and set it upon Jesus. 

It's a daily struggle for me. Because who wants to forever "remain anonymous," to shrink smaller so that Christ can shine more brightly in our bodies? 

We want to shine -- but He wants us to reflect His light, not just propel our own little spark. 

Sometimes He has to bring us low to teach us this truth -- His glory, not ours -- whether through pain or illness or through a difficult or overwhelming situation. 

"The world is too much with us," said the poet, and God is weaning our hearts from the self-love that grips this earthy terrain and hangs on too tightly to its pleasures and promises.

He's humbling our hearts for something better--

The day when we will wake and be made in His likeness, a reflection not of ourselves, but of His overwhelming, all-beautiful grace. 



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Monthly Book Giveaway--A Chance to Die: The Life and Legacy of Amy Carmichael, by Elisabeth Elliot

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This month's book giveaway is a paperback copy of A Chance to Die: the Life and Legacy of Amy Carmichael, written by Elisabeth Elliot. 

The Lord works in unusual ways. I ordered this book  a few months ago along with two others in preparation for subsequent book giveaways.  

This past week, I learned of Elisabeth Elliot going home to be with the Lord. It seemed only appropriate that this month's giveaway be of a book that she had written and that had touched my heart deeply when I read it. 

Only the Lord knows how many countless people's lives have been affected by Elisabeth Elliot;s writings. I know mine has; and for that, I am grateful to God. 

Publisher's description of the book: 

A Chance to Die is a vibrant portrayal of Amy Carmichael, an Irish missionary and writer who spent fifty-three years in south India without furlough. There she became known as "Amma," or "mother," as she founded the Dohnavur Fellowship, a refuge for underprivileged children.

Amy's life of obedience and courage stands as a model for all who claim the name of Christ. She was a woman with desires and dreams, faults and fears, who gave her life unconditionally to serve her Master.

Bringing Amma to life through inspiring photos and compelling biographical narrative, Elisabeth Elliot urges readers to examine the depths of their own commitment to Christ.

My prayer is that this beautiful, detailed book chronicling the life of Amy Carmichael may be used of the Lord in someone's life as an inspiration and a joy, and that it may spur them on to deeper love and consecration to the Master. 

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A Door in the Wall

"Some humble grow at last and still

And then God gives them what they will."

--George MacDonald

"In acceptance lieth peace."

--Amy Carmichael

It would work out perfectly; I could just see it in my mind's little eye--

My almost-two-year-old would sit cozily in my lap on the glider, attentive and cooperative. 

I would put my two-month-old in the baby swing right next to us; he would enjoy listening, too, and then cheerfully fall asleep while my voice droned on and on, a picture of contentment and baby bliss. 

Ten minutes later, the two-year-old squirming and whining, the two-month-old wide awake and wailing and I sitting all-forlorn with a book in my hand -- so I think, what went wrong? 

And I feel frustrated after the long morning and I'm over-tired and the tears well up--

And secretly--oh-so-secretly, I am upset (angry?) at God in this little event because He didn't allow things to go the way that I planned them. Wasn't it a good plan? Isn't it good to read books to my daughter? He wants me to be orderly and to have a schedule and to enrich my babies' lives, now doesn't He? 

And so I'm frustrated -- and I think, I should just give up. 

I think and I pout and I sigh and I listen to my babies'  wailing--

And then, by God's grace, I don't give up. 

I pray and I take my babies and we sit on the floor, one in my lap and one beside me and we read on the floor, and it works. 

Maybe not in the most comfortable way, maybe not in the way that I had planned it, but it works--

And my two-year-old is read to and my two-month-old is comforted and we go on. 

I accept the situation that God has handed me in His wisdom and we go on.  

The Lord has been teaching me something -- day in and day out -- teaching me something--

I haven't learned it (honestly) yet, but I want to--

Bringing that old Amy Carmichael poem to my mind -- many times--

Convicting me through it, placing it in my thoughts . . . 

That "in acceptance lieth peace."

There are situations in life that I have no control over, situations that to every appearance seem like "dead-end" streets, with nowhere to go and no way out. 

But they aren't, and like Marguerite DeAngelis speaks in the book that my sister urged me to read, there is a door in the wall. 

A door in the wall . . . an opening of grace at the acceptable time, when God in His wisdom deems it so, a door in the wall that seems so ominous and blank and unmoveable. 

A door in the wall. 

That will open. 

I have a choice. 

I can go through life, through each day as George MacDonald says, moaning and raving and scorning and frustrated that things are not going the way I want them to in the timing that I want them to be performed in, 

Or I can accept. 

Accept God's timing--that after I've worried and waited and prayed for a yes-right-now- accept His sovereignty--

The sovereignty of His love. 

"In acceptance lieth peace," a true peace, peace of the soul, though sometimes I'm loath to admit it. 

And I'm not talking about jellyfish-resignation, about giving up -- but about steel-determined acceptance of God's will for my life in the now -- in what He is handing me today. 

After the struggle, the acceptance comes. 

Then peace.

And the door in the wall opens. 

To read Amy Carmichael's poem, click here





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