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Look Into My Eyes

I have a sweet journal book, titled, “Do Something Beautiful Each Day.”  It gives an example of something you can do,/think/say/pray that is beautiful in some way.

I looked up today’s option….

September 1st Make eye contact with a homeless person or someone you don’t know.  Say, “hi, how are you?”

“Great timing,” I thought.  Today was the day our family serves a local homeless group.  There are the regulars, the ones who we can (almost) always count on to show up, enjoy our lunch, and some even ask for prayer.  We look forward to reconnecting and sharing each other’s lives.  There are also quite of few that we see once, or a few times a year at most.

Today, I decided, I was going to focus on looking into everyone’s eyes.  It is very easy for me to into “Martha” mode, and, organize, organize, organize, facilitate, facilitate, facilitate.  Stopping and connecting on a personal level is more of a challenge, especially when there are things that need tending to.

The group was smaller than typical.  Still, we got to see a few of our regulars.  One such regular is Henry.  It saddened me to see him ride up on his bike, with his face all torn up and bruised, and having a brace for his ribs and arm.  A group of teens jumped and attacked him.  Because the group was small, some of the adults who are there to serve were able to spend good one on one time with him.

When I looked into his eyes, I saw a deep sadness and pain, veiled behind stoicism.  I let him know that what happened to him was not okay, and that I was sorry it happened to him.

Toward the end, when we were getting ready to break down our setup, one of my favorite regulars, Jackie, showed up.  I gave her a big hug and focused on looking into her eyes.  As she was updating me on what was going on back at their camp, I saw a peace, and inner contentment, even amidst hard circumstances.  She said that the police have not been hassling them lately, so that has been good.  She shared who had their tents and sleeping bags stolen (this always happens), and was in need of a can opener.  She has beautiful smile, even though she only has a few teeth left.

I then spent the rest of the day focused on looking into my friend’s eyes, my boy’s eyes, my husband’s eyes.  I realized I don’t do this nearly often enough.  A simple connection.   So simple, yet so fruitful.  Catching a glimpse of their soul, and letting them glimpse mine.  Revealing truth, love, intimacy, vulnerability.

DH has been dealing with chronic back issues for years.  For the most part, he is ok and can function with minimal limitations.  However, there are times that his back gives him pain to the point that it’s incapacitating.

We hit that time this past week.  Last Saturday, DH went down with back pain, and it proceeded to get worse.  He went to see his primary care doctor.  He proceeded to suggest that DH had the flu.  The flu?! He even gave him a test to see if it was the flu or not.  Guess what…NOT!!  Then, he shot him with a steroid and said, “let’s wait and see what happens”.

(The last time this happened, eight years ago, DH was stuck in bed for a month, before they decided he was a candidate for surgery.)

The pain continued and by the next Saturday, he was miserable.  When a person is in pain, it carries over into everything, every thought pattern, every action, or inaction.  We decided to take him to the E.R. and have a second opinion, other than “let’s wait and see.”

The Emergency Room was relatively quiet, and we did not have to wait too long, a blessing for DH, who could not sit for too long.

While we were waiting to be seen, another man was also in the waiting room, leaving a message on his phone to someone else.  Afterward, he came over and said ‘hi’ to David.  He is a faithful attendee of Celebrate Recovery and had to bring a friend in who had a full on heart attack the night before, (David is the Worship Leader for our church’s Celebrate Recovery program).  He shared that CR prayed for David last night (He had to have Paul lead instead, and he stayed home).  We told him we would pray for his friend (who is recovering well.)

We were seen quickly and the P.A. who attended to David said exactly the appropriate words we needed to hear.  He was not dismissive like the Primary Care doctor was, and gave David a solid protocol to follow, (which includes staying drugged up in bed this weekend…).  We are going to research some of the other conservative treatments that have been suggested.

As we were leaving, a precious elderly women hobbled in, accompanied by her husband.  She was in shorts, and both of her knees were a bloody mess.  She had grapefruit sized, blood covered knees.  The blood was dark red, and completely covered the whole knee.  My heart went out to her.  Even though she was in pain, and in distress, she was concerned about getting blood on the floor, and was trying to keep the blood from falling to the floor.  As we were passing her, we heard her crying and said to the admitting nurse, it was a chemical burn.  She had a gallon of something in her hand.  I placed my hand on her husband’s shoulder and said we’d be praying for both of them.

David and I prayed for her as we drove home.  After I dropped him off and went to pick up lunch and prescriptions, I prayed for the staff at the E.R. room.  Can you imagine what they encounter everyday? While we were there, there was a suicidal woman, a woman with heart issues, a woman with what she thought was a kidney stone, but turned out to be sciatica, and the woman with the chemical burn.  And these were just the ones we were able to overhear/encounter!  This was within a two hour period, and it seemed quiet!

I have a renewed amount of respect for those who work in this environment everyday.

By the way, today DH feels 80% better and has hope.  Hope is a good thing!

Park Day

Every Thursday, our homeschool group meets at a local park.  It is still warm enough to enjoy the water feature.  Also, this week, one of the dads brought their pet bearded dragon.  The boys loved it!

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Science Fun

My friend, Grace, created a Science lab for the kids.  They wrote out a worksheet that contained the states within “Tornado Alley”…

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…they watched a video on Tornadoes and Twisters…
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…they placed shaving cream over water and placed food coloring in the shaving cream.  Waited for the color to fall through the shaving cream to represent rain in clouds.
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…Grace took trinkets and froze them in blocks of ice.  The kids had to chip away at the ice to unearth the items!
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…then, they had a contest to see who could hold ice in their had the longest…it was a draw at three minutes…
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…ice chucking contest after…
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…windchimes were made with hangers, silverware, beads, and wire…
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…and a fun lunch of “Frog Eyes” (orzo), “kitty litter droppings”(hamburger and onion soup mix), and Pig Snouts (hot dog pieces)
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Cat: 0 Kids: 1

The boys rescued this little mouse from our cat’s jaws.  Hopefully there were no internal injuries and he is fine…

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My friend, Eun, has a beautiful property in Auburn.  The kids enjoyed their dinner in the back, while the moms enjoyed this sunset on the side deck…
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Making Fire…

 

 

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HMMMM….do I put this under Homeschool Science, or ‘Boys will be boys…’

On Borrowed Time…

…the boys have spent pretty much every night sleeping outside over the summer.  The nights are beginning to cool off and this season is coming to an end…

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Homeschooling Today

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Imputed Righteousness

What I Learned at Mt. Hermon…
Prior to coming to any Christ-centered event, I always pray for the Lord to provide us with that one “thing”, that one TRUTH that He wants to reveal to us and to apply to our lives.

That one “thing” came for me early in the week, and I have been a blubbering mess ever since. I attended the seminar Roger Williams gave, titled, “Grace Discovered…Grace Unleashed. Our Identity in Grace…Imputed Righteousness.”

Imputation is the reckoning over or laying the responsibility over to someone else. Although I had never heard this word before, I, of course, was familiar with the concept. My sin, and the penalty for my sin were imputed to Jesus Christ.

However, to fully understand imputation, he shared that there are two major processes at work…the first, that my sins were imputed to Jesus, and the second, that God’s righteousness and perfection is positionally imputed to me!

It’s this second part is the part that shook me to the core.

Hebrews 10:14 – …because by one sacrifice he has made perfect forever those who are being made holy.

God has positioned us as perfect and holy in His sight! He declared us righteous , even when we don’t act that way!

Roger then used the example of a proud parent or grandparent pulling out his children’s pictures from his wallet and saying, these are MY kids! He’s not thinking about their failures, sins, or shortcomings, He’s choosing to focus on what is good!

Because of Jesus’ sacrifice, we are positionally perfect and righteous. Because we are still under construction, we have the Holy Spirit to help us become as God already sees us!

Grace restated: God is FOR me. He’s not for everything I DO, but He’s FOR me.

I have understood this in my head for many years, but I came to realize I never allowed this to penetrate my heart. As I embraced this truth on a heart level, I physically experienced the depth of God’s love and grace for me to a degree I never felt before.

I have spent years worshiping and loving our Lord. I have cried through worship and prayer, with tears of gratitude over God’s provision and faithfulness. I have prayed for, and counseled others to trust in the Lord with all their hearts, but I have never physically, tangibly, felt God’s love and grace in such a way as I experienced here at Mt. Hermon.

Jack Hamilton shared in one of his seminars that God does not reveal all of your sin nature at once because we probably could not survive it, and that it’s a part of the sanctification process. I have come to think that maybe that’s the same for God revealing His love for me. If I experienced the full depth of His love and grace for me, I don’t know that I’d physically survive it.

Roger said that many grasp the first part of imputation, but the second part is harder for them to believe. I don’t know if I will ever have the opportunity to speak to Roger personally, but I want him to know that I believe, and because of the words he shared Monday morning, I will never be the same.

 

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