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Organizing your Spiritual Life {Blog Hop}

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About twenty years ago, I remember getting into a fight with my husband.  (Don’t look at me that way. There are more where that one came from.)  My husband and I rarely have “heated” arguments. They’re more like intense conversations, since he’s the more mellow of the two of us. I used to joke and tell him he was no fun to fight with since he’s so rational and patient. 🙂

This was a little different that our normal spat, though. Here’s what happened:

Right in the middle of our argument, there was a knock at the door. A couple from the church where Jay was a pastor had stopped over for an impromptu visit. Now these two had been married much longer than we had; and they had five children, which at the time put them in the “saint” category as far as I was concerned.  I revered this rock-steady couple.  So it was just a little bit embarrassing to have them dropping by when my house didn’t look like something out of a Martha Stewart magazine.

I could not hide my emotional state, either. You see, my husband and I were having a hard time with a particular parenting course that was being offered at our church. I am a sort-of “Type A” personality by nature. I like formulas. Jay, on the other hand, felt that much of what was being taught was too rigid and legalistic.  Twenty years later, I can tell you with certainty, he was right. But that’s not the point.

My friend Carol sat down on my couch and we began to tell she and her husband why we were arguing. We just laid it out there. I will never forget her words to me.  “Heidi,” she said, “I’ve noticed that your coffee table is covered with parenting books and magazines, but I don’t see your Bible here. Your Bible is the most important book. If you never had another parenting book or program to follow, the Bible would be enough. Reading it is the most important thing.”

I was even more embarrassed. I was a pastor’s wife without a Bible on her coffee table. Surely there is some law against that! I’m sure I turned 50 shades of red. But these two, they were telling us the truth.

Carol’s husband smiled. They weren’t being mean or judgmental—there were pointing us to the only place where we can ever find the answers we really need. Parenting books are great, but none of them—not a single one—has all the right answers.  As moms, we must be grounded in God’s Word!  It’s not enough to read someone’s advice. We must take our concerns and questions to the Lord and ask His help in discerning what is best for our children.

It was the best advice I’ve ever received from another mom—and it changed the way I parented. In fact, it set us on a different trajectory as a young married couple.  It’s fine to read parenting and marriage books. In fact, as an author, I highly suggest reading other people’s books!  🙂  But at the end of the day, we listen to the Author of life. We listen to the Lord.

We’re talking about “organization” this week—but I’m here to bear witness to the fact that if I’m not in the Bible on a consistent basis, even my best organizational efforts fall flat. Why? Because without God’s perspective fresh in my mind, the kids are stuck with mine.  … yeah, that’s not that amazing.

Listen for the Lord. Read your Bible.  Know what it says. Let your children see you reading God’s Word.

That’s the most important thing. Be in relationship with the Lord, Busy Mom. He has the answers you’re looking for.

Be in the Word,
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Read all of the posts “Organizing Your Spiritual Life Posts” on these blogs! And read all about the Blog Hop going on HERE!

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Heidi St John Guide to Daylight

Accepting Change

Good morning moms!

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Well it’s 6:15 here and the sky is just starting to get light. Fall is definitely on it’s way. I’ve moved from the deck outside to a comfy place on my striped couch by the window. I dug my slippers out and found my favorite sweater. I expect it won’t be long and I’ll move to the fireplace. Even though I hate to see the summer go, I love the change of seasons. Change is just part of life, isn’t it?

Change happens with our children, our families, and our friendships. It happens in politics and in our churches. Sometimes change is very hard. Sometimes, it hurts. Sometimes I struggle to accept change as it comes into my life and disrupts the way I like things. Sometimes, I resist—but I’m learning acceptance is better.

I’ve been thinking lately about all the changes my husband and I have been through over the past 25 years. From ministry to marriage, we’ve seen a lot of ups and downs. When I was younger, I thought I knew so much more than I do now! I didn’t know there would be so.many.changes. in my life.  From my parenting style to the realization that I had a lot of growing up to to … change has just become part of life. Isn’t it funny how the older you get the more you realize how much you DON’T know?

For example, I didn’t know how hard it would be to accept the fact that I was not going to have any more babies.  Sure, I knew it was going to happen eventually, but I was thinking it would be on my terms. Looking back, I can see that very few of the painful changes have ever happened on my terms—and many of the good ones were on God’s terms, too. His terms, His timing.

I still have so much to learn about God’s timing.

Accepting God’s timing is just part of accepting the changes that inevitably come. I find myself very nostalgic as I watch the kids grow and leave the nest we’ve spent 25 years building.  But then, I remind myself, “that’s why we built the “nest” … so that the kids could grow and leave it!  Funny, isn’t it?  As I get older, changes in my life have given me another reason to be grateful for God’s Word. His mercies are new every morning.  He is so faithful. He is trustworthy.  That means that even when I’d rather things were different, I can trust God’s heart for me. Listen to what the prophet Jeremiah said about God’s unchanging nature:

Lamentations 3:22-23 (ESV)
22 The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;
his mercies never come to an end;
23 they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.

God never changes. He’ll see you through whatever you are facing today. His mercies are new for you right now, busy mom!

Hang on tight to the Lord in every season of life. He’ll get you through.

Thankful for an unchanging God,
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For Those Who Believe

Good morning, busy mom!

Do you need some perspective today? The Bible tells us that it is the Lord’s great desire to give us His perspective; His eyes to see.

Check out Ephesians 1:18-19 –

18 I pray that, with the eyes of your heart enlightened, you may comprehend the hope to which he has called you, what are the rich benefits of his glorious inheritance among the saints, 19 and what is the incomparable greatness of his power available for us who believe, according to the

exercise of his mighty strength…”

Do you see that last part? His strength. His. Not mine. Goodness knows Continue reading →

Praise Him in the Noise

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I love my little corner of the world. Our little space of earth is surrounded by evergreen and cedar trees. Yep. I’m a forest girl. This morning, as I sat in the quiet praying, two squirrels began jumping from branch to branch. Before long, the woodpecker was pecking and several varieties of other birds were loudly chirping at each other. Some crazy little insect was making a noise that I cannot describe but it was very loud too. It was like they were all competing for attention!

I had to stop praying—these creatures were noisier than my children, and I get up ahead of them on purpose to AVOID the noise!

Then it occurred to me. I was witnessing the miracle of God’s creative ability. Every squeak and squawk bore witness to the fact that I serve an amazing God. As I looked around me, even the trees took on new beauty. Creation testifies to the glory of God.

I put down my Bible and just soaked it up, smiling to myself about the fact that I am surrounded by some kind of noise 19 hours out of 24 most days.

But then, that’s the good stuff, isn’t it?  The noisy children, the chatting teens, the running in-and-out of the house.  The noise is good too.  It’s a sign of life.

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Praise Him in the noise of the day today, busy mom! He is worthy of your praise.

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The Currency of Time

Good morning, busy moms.

I’m telling you, I just can’t believe how fast the days are going by. And yes, I know I said that yesterday. But it’s the truth.

It’s 6:00 a.m. here and the sun is just coming up. Only a few weeks ago, it was getting light at 5:00. Fall is coming. The later sunrise and coolness of the morning air signal that a change in season is not far away. Mount St. Helens always reminds me that change is inevitable. In the winter, she is covered with snow. In the summer, she is the color of ash.

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Changes are inevitable, aren’t they? Seasons change, children grow up. Parents age. Life moves by fast.

When I was a kid, time seemed to take forever. I remember how badly I wanted to know that I was growing up. Every change in my body was eagerly anticipated—from losing my first tooth to the signs that I was becoming a woman.  Enough with this childhood stuff already. I wanted my license in the worst way. Then I wanted to graduate. Then get married. Then have kids … and then, time began to tick by in earnest.  There is something about watching children grow that makes a person very aware of how fast the time is going.

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As I get older, I feel a sense of urgency about what I do with my time. Not panic—just urgency. I want to make the most of the days the Lord gives me. Time is really just another form of currency.  Like money, we each have our own amount of time. We will, the Bible says, get exactly the number of days that the Lord sets aside for us. No more, no less.

The Psalmist David penned these words about the passage of time in Psalm 39:

4 “Lord, remind me how brief my time on earth will be.
Remind me that my days are numbered—
how fleeting my life is.
5 You have made my life no longer than the width of my hand.
My entire lifetime is just a moment to you;
at best, each of us is but a breath.”

At best, each of us is but a breath. Powerful words from a man who understood the value of the currency he was given and who wanted to spend it wisely.

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Lord, remind us today to use our time wisely. Help us to be thankful for each little moment—and to notice the moments that might otherwise go unnoticed.

Give us Your eyes today.  Help us to see what You want us to see. Make us very aware of the lasting impressions we are making on those around us.

Use your time wisely,
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OverExposed

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I love social media. I love the doors it opens. I love the way it helps me stay in touch with friends whom would probably never communicate with apart from Facebook.  More than anything else, I love that it is allowing me to share my love for God and passion for family via The Busy Mom. It works for me, this new way of communicating.  I think it’s because, in all honesty, I’m not a terribly “private” person.  At least, I don’t think of myself that way. I’m a what-you-see-is-what-you-get kind of girl.

Lately though, I’ve discovered that there is a very real down side to social media.  Some time ago, I received a rather blistering phone call from a friend who was upset over something I posted online.  She was genuinely hurt—and I genuinely didn’t understand why.  After some thought though, I realized it was less about the thing I posted and more about her desire to be included in my life.

Facebook was making it appear as if I was hanging out with everyone under the sun—except her.  It wasn’t true of course; pictures are just a snapshot of what we do in a day.  A nano second. A moment. But these days, a picture sends a thousand different messages to those who see them via the Internet. And it’s all open for personal interpretation.

I get it. I’ve felt that way too.

An image of a gathering that I wasn’t invited to crossed my screen one night as I was surfing the Internet.

“I could’ve gone my whole life without seeing that picture,” I said to my husband.

“Why do you even care about it?” Jay asked.

I cringed. I’d been “unfriended” by the afore mentioned “friend,” which, as everyone knows, makes it official.  And there she was—my former friend—in a picture with my current friends. Insecurity flooded my thoughts.

I didn’t realize I was insecure like that.

I wanted to crawl into my shell like a hermit crab and scoot as far back as I could get.  It seemed that I had no privacy.  We know who speaks to who these days—and we know who doesn’t. It’s all out there for the world to see.

The R&B artist Rockwell’s song “Somebody’s Watching Me” played in my mind.  (Hey, I’m an 80’s girl.)

Overexposed. That’s how I felt. Like I had spent too much time outside without sunscreen.

Except, instead of being sun-burned, I was being screen-burned.

It seemed that every part of my life was being Tweeted and/or Facebooked by me or someone else. We like to talk about who we’re with and where we go—and post pictures of everything from family birthday parties to class reunions. And it’s good, most of the time.  But it appears to me that Facebook and Twitter encourage a new version of name-dropping.

Ever.So.Quietly.  Not necessarily “big” names, either. Just ordinary ones.
The ones that matter to the person who’s reading them.

The coffee date. The Bible study group. The last minute meet-up. The concert. The teen’s campfire. The successes. The failures. The breakups.

It’s all out there for the world to see.  We’re our own paparazzi.

Philippians 4:8 came to mind.  Paul was pretty good at telling us how we should spend our time…

tag_goodIs it good, all this time we spend talking about ourselves?  Truth is, I could tell you what a friend in New Jersey had for dinner last night, and what another friend in Nevada really thinks about her church.  Teens and grownups alike announce their breakups online.  (And I thought breaking up was hard in the 80’s!) Relationship statuses change overnight from “Married” to “It’s complicated.”

Eyebrows go up.

Complicated? What happened? These are the questions one asks oneself when reading these kinds of things.

Worse than the information overload, though, is the the emotional currency that’s being spent… just to become overexposed.

tag_lovelyOver the next several weeks, I realized something about myself. I simply had too much information about other people. Information that quite honestly, I don’t need.  I don’t need to know about the personal lives of 2400 people.  And they don’t need to know about me. Not really.

At the end of the day, I believe that we were created for intimacy.  Most folks cannot possibly maintain so many relationships.  All this social media exposure is like trying to drink in relationships from a relationship fire hydrant.

It’s too much.  And it’s robbing us of intimacy.

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OverExposed. I began to wonder—why am I reading this stuff? Why are we exposing (aka: sharing) so.much.stuff about our private lives?

We were made for intimacy.

Most people these days know more about the absence of intimacy than the reality of it. So we fill the need for closeness with false intimacy—the kind that Facebook creates. We crave affection, warmth, and closeness; we need to know that we matter to someone, that someone cares, that someone sees our lives and loves us—that our pain does not go unnoticed.

Unfortunately, social media is a poor substitute for the real thing. I’ve seen so many people wounded due to overexposure.

 “A righteous man is cautious in friendship…”  Proverbs 12:26a

So what’s the result of all this overexposure?

Unintentional wounding and a loss of true intimacy.

I think social media is awesome—but it’s time to start asking ourselves what we’re trying to accomplish with it.

tag_thinkSome of you might be thinking that it’s funny that a girl like me is writing about the dangers of social media.  After all, I post regularly to almost 60k women via The Busy Mom. But I’m no different than anyone else. And I’ve started protecting my private life—and thoughts—a little better.  I’ll still be posting the things that my heart is burdened to share over at The Busy Mom, but I’ll be buttoning up my personal page (and life) a little bit tighter in an effort to foster better relationships with the people who I’m truly “doing life” with.

Even online, there’s a harvest that’s coming.

OverExposed?  Post—with the harvest in mind.

Pursue real relationships,
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Heidi St John Guide to Daylight

Carrying Tomorrow’s Load

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Good morning, Mom!

Worry much? As moms, we are prone to it at times, aren’t we? After all, there is so much to worry about:

—the health and well-being of our children
—finances
—current events (for goodness sake)
—education of our children
—relationships with others

The amazing Corrie Ten Boom once said,

“Worrying is carrying tomorrow’s load with today’s strength- carrying two days at once. It is moving into tomorrow ahead of time.”

I was reading this morning in the book of Matthew and in Matthew 24:6, Jesus reminds us of what our response to fearful things should be:

“You will hear of wars and rumors of wars, but see to it that you are not alarmed.”

So often, our first response to fear is to panic. And “the basis of panic is cowardice,” says Oswald Chambers. Jesus tells us over and over again the He can be trusted. That He is “with us always.”

I have a friend who speaks at conferences like I do, and this past spring I had the privilege of hearing her talk about fear. She said, “Run to the roar!” I loved that—because that’s what Jesus is essentially saying. He’s saying to us, “look things full in the face—and do not be alarmed.”

Worry is really the “quiet” version of being alarmed, isn’t it?  Jesus knew the effects of worrying too:  anxiety, physical pain, increased stress—wasted time.

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Look what Jesus says in Luke 12:25: “Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to your life ?”

Or, in homeschool mom speak: Who of you by worrying can add a single point to your child’s SAT score? Or, who of you by worrying can change the the attitude of your teen or keep your child from suffering?

What message are we sending to our children when we are always worrying about things? We’re sending the message that we don’t trust the Lord.

Remember yesterday when we talked about “abiding” in Christ? Abiding in Christ frees us from fear and worry. Not because of our strength, but because of His. When we keep our eyes on Him, like Peter, we stay on top of—not under—the water. (Matthew 14:29)

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Give all your worries and cares to God, for He cares about you.

This tells me I need to give my worries to God—and then go on about my life. If you’re struggling with worry and fear today, take some time to write down your fears and then give them over to the Lord. He can carry them.  He’s good like that.

Worry much? Run to the roar!
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PS:  Looking for encouragement? I highly recommend Corrie Ten Boom’s books