Writer’s Avalanche

I love to write. I love to teach. I love kids (especially mine). Those things I am passionate about. My current dream (which is totally unrealistic) would be to write a food blog and sell an allergy-free cook book, write a homeschool blog and create a polished preschool curriculum, make a fully integrated and functional curriculum for homeschooling families (based on unit studies that are easy to integrate across all ages and subjects), go back to school to become certified to teach high school science, write a blog about being a mommy, co-write a blog with my husband about simplifying. . . Simplify. Oh yeah, that.

All of these things constantly vie for my brain power during a time when I want to be fully engaged with my family. I wish I could shut all the “pieces” I want to write out of my head entirely. I know I can’t. I need to simplify where I focus my writing.

I have to write to function, however, at this stage of life, finding a large block of time to write is rare. When I do find it, I spend most of my time trying to decide what to write rather than actually writing. This is clearly something I need to work on.

What do you think? How can I hone in on one topic? Which one should I chose?


Flipping the Church Service

I found this video a while back about “flipping” the classroom. The basic premise is that rather than lecturing for class and then having students apply things on their own (often when there are the most questions and interaction), they watch the lecture on their own and come to class ready to apply what they have learned.

I love this idea! It makes so much sense to me. Today I was thinking, in today’s technological era, could this apply to church? It seems so sad that we come together with so many people on Sabbath morning, but get little deep heart, true interaction as we sit quietly through Sabbath School and church. Sure we may be able to share prayer requests during that short segment of Sabbath School, but it’s hard to truly take advantage of the fact that we are together with so many others who desire to worship and honor God.

What if we took time during the week to listen to/watch a sermon, thinking about questions, thoughts and applications to share as we join together on Sabbath. What if we truly take advantage of the fact that we are all together?

What do you think of “flipping” the church service? What would it look like? How would it accommodate various ages and life stages? I would love to hear your thoughts.

The Journey Home (A parable by me)

Monica sat contentedly in her seat on flight 553. She couldn’t wait to arrive at her destination. It had been 10 years since she visited her small hometown of Hindersonville. More than anything she was excited to connect with the cherished people of her past.

The people of Hindersonville found it hard to forget their beloved Monica. They eagerly awaited her arrival and took the tenderest care to make sure her trip would be perfect. Their ambitious plans insured a visit that would result in gleeful reminiscing.

As her flight grew closer to the Hindersonville airport, Monica couldn’t help but wonder about the people she so fondly remembered. She giggled at the memory of Timmy and Thomas. These two mischievous boys were twins. She babysat them from the time they were born until she left Hindersonville two weeks before their 5th birthday. They would be 15 now. Monica couldn’t wait to see how they had grown. She couldn’t wait to hear of all of their adventures.

Then, there was the dear old lady who lived down the street; Mrs. Tompkins was her name. Boy, that was a smile Monica would never forget. Mrs. Tompkins would sit on her poarch and watch as people walked by. Anyone who looked her way or said hi would be greeted with the most sincere, crooked smile that beamed with kindness. Monica remembered the many glasses of lemonade she shared with this kind grandma as she told stories of days long passed. Monica couldn’t wait to hear of old Mrs. Tompkins. Was she still alive? Would she still have stories to share?

Monica’s cousin, Jena, lived in Hendersonville too. She had heard that Jena had great plans to change the world. Of course, this was no surprise to Monica. Jena had always been an enthusiastic go-getter, stopping at nothing to see her dreams turned into reality. But what were these big plans? What great dreams was Jena striving to achieve?

Oh, and Monica couldn’t forget the Murpheys. This young couple moved to Hendersonville just before she left to follow the path laid out before her. She remembered seeing them beaming as they proudly announced at church that they were going to have their first child. Was it a boy or a girl? Did they have more children? Monica wanted to know everything.

Monica’s thoughts were quickly brought back as she heard the pilot announce that the plane was landing.

Meanwhile, a happy party – signs ready, hats on head and party blowers in hand eagerly awaited the arrival of their young friend.

Monica stepped off the plane, excited to see all the eager faces. She saw twins, but they weren’t boys, they were almost men. Could that be Timmy and Thomas? Oh, and there were the Murphey’s, but there were no children. Maybe the kids were in bed. Monica couldn’t wait to meet them. Jena was there too. There were so many people. Monica was so excited she thought she might burst. But before she could think, she was enveloped in a whirlwind of people dragging her away and quickly loading her into a personal limo to take her to the nicest hotel in town. The limo ride was nice, but how Monica longed to be with the ones she loved so much.

Upon arriving at the hotel, Monica was immediately escorted to the nicest room in the place. As she opened the door she was shocked. Her mouth dropped open a bit as she absorbed the scene of flowers, pictures and notes beautifully decorating her suite. The notes all told of the excitement of her arrival. As Monica fondly looked through the pictures, her eagerness grew to deeply connect with these people who made up her past.

This opportunity never came.

The plans for this short trip were amazing, so intricately and lovingly set in place, yet everything was rushed. From one event to the next she flew, always loudly proclaimed and fondly spoken of. Despite all this she was barely able to spend five minutes with one person before being shuffled off to the next thing on the itinerary.

The week was soon over. The people of the town were beaming. They had set all the best in motion. They had given Monica the best food, the best lodging, the best clothes, the best luxuries. They had done so much for her.

As she boarded the plane, Monica managed a smile and a sincere thank you for all of the love and care they put into planning this trip. As she got on the plane, a tear began to slowly trickle down her cheek. Loneliness, sorrow, and sadness gripped her. What Monica wanted more than anything was to connect with these people so dear in her heart. She wanted to share in their triumphs and to comfort them in their sorrows. Yet, in their eagerness to “go all out” for her, they forgot all about her.

How often do we treat God like the people of Hendersonville treated Monica? We get so excited about living our lives for God, or so caught up on the plans that He has for us, that we forget all about God. We forget to take that time to share with Him and include Him. We forget to make Him first, above all else. Jesus didn’t die so that we might do great things for Him. He died so that He may spend eternity with us. Why not start right now?

Reminders of God’s Love…EVERYWHERE

This morning an interesting thought hit me, “What if I put reminders of God and His love everywhere? What if everything around me continually pointed to Him?” This concept seems fun and appealing to me. While I know it could get a little out of hand, I don’t know that the idea is all that bad. Let me explain.

Imagine if every time you picked up your water bottle to take a nice refreshing sip of water, you were met with this phrase: “Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks the water I give him will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life” (John 4:13-14). Thoughts of Jesus as you drink!

Or, what if every time you went to wash your hands, you found this inscription on your soap: “Have mercy on me, O God, according to your unfailing love; according to your great compassion blot out my transgressions. Wash away all my iniquity and cleanse me from my sin” (Psalm 51:1-2).

What about when you open the bread box, or pull out a loaf of bread and the card attached to the bag read: “Now he who supplies seed to the sower and bread for food will also supply and increase your store of seed and will enlarge the harvest of your righteousness” (2 Corinthians 9:10).

Above your stove or microwave could hang a sign: “I know your deeds, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were either one or the other! So, because you are lukewarm—neither hot nor cold—I am about to spit you out of my mouth” (Revelation 3:15-16).

This is so much fun, and I could go on all day. But I can’t help but wonder if these reminders of God’s love, if this constant direction to Him would change my life at all. What if I thought about God all day in everything I did? Hmmm…..

Being Rich

Even though I am poor when it comes to money and other worldly measures, I am really quite rich. I am rich in love, and in happiness. God has poured His blessings out on me and my husband. Not to mention that but our Father has all the resources in the whole world, AND, he has given us eternal life. Rich…yeah, I’m rich. 🙂