Dear Newly-Elected Officials...

Dear Newly-Elected Officials,

Congratulations! You've worked very hard for what you have achieved. You have inexhaustibly stumped your way across your states in an effort to get your constituents to believe in you, and your hard work has paid off. Take a break and enjoy your likely-a-bit-neglected family before you start picking out curtains for your office.


Before you pack your bags and head to Washington, or your capital city, or wherever the center of power is for your individual office, I want to remind you that you were chosen because you appeared to display a willingness to respond to your constituents. I don't think the results of yesterday's elections were necessarily a mandate for Republicans. More than anything, I think they were about policy (finally!) and a rejection of a legislature and executive office who don't seem to care about the will of the people. We will not accept that same treatment from you. If you do not listen to us, we will - oh dear, how should I put it? - vote your butts out just as quickly.


So...have a good time in the big city. But remember that 'we the people' employ you. Govern with prudence. Don't spend money we don't have. Enjoy the perks of your office - but not too much. Be sure that power and prestige are false gods. Always keep in mind that you are civil servants, elected as our peers to represent our views. Remember that we believed in you in 2010. And we can just as quickly stop believing by 2012.


Love and all those other niceties,
Nikki B.

Who Shouldn't Vote Tomorrow

With the 2010 mid-term elections upon us tomorrow, I thought it fitting to offer my commentary on the stupidest thing I hear people say around this time of year.

Drum roll, please...

"Everyone should vote."

No, really, they shouldn't.

The fallacy of this statement couldn't have been more clear than observing the elections of 2008. During that election cycle, I had many conversations with people who planned to vote for our current president. When I inquired further as to why, this is how the conversation often went:

Me: "Why are you voting for Obama?"

Voter: "Change."

Me: "Change of what?"

Voter: "I don't know. Just change."

Me: "Do you know anything about Barack Obama?"

Voter: "No."

Me: "Nothing other than that he wants to change things?"

Voter: "Yes."

Me: "But you have no idea what kind of change he wants?"

Voter: "No, not really. I just think change is good."

Me: "So you've never read anything he's written, dug further into his political philosophy, investigated the people he claims are mentors or friends, researched who his favorite political philosophers are, or developed or formulated an opinion on any of the policies he espouses?"

Voter: "No."

Me: (proceeds to bang head against wall)

I wish it were not true, but I think that this is how a good portion of the American electorate functions at election time. We hear buzzwords spewed by candidates, we swallow what we hear our peers saying, we allow ourselves to be impressed with what celebrities say about candidates. And it shouldn't be.

What has happened to that independent American spirit? What has happened to being able to discern public policy and its effects on society? Why won't we invest the time necessary to know more about the people who are representing us and what kind of job they are going to do? These elections are like a job interview for a $174,000 per year job (what the average congressman makes.) Why do we act like it's for a minimum wage job that has no bearing on our everyday lives? These people we are electing are our employees. We need to treat them judiciously and with the utmost scrutiny when hiring them to do such critical and important jobs.

So how can we know if we're prepared to vote? If we've done our due diligience? If we should disqualify ourselves from this greatest of American privileges? At the risk of sounding elitist, here's a simple list to help you decide whether you should vote on Tuesday.

Please don't vote if any of the following apply to you:

1) You get all of your political news from Comedy Central, MTV, Stephen Colbert, or Jon Stewart. This alone pretty much just knocks you out of the running for voting. No other requirements need to be met.

2) You have no idea if you are a conservative, liberal, or libertarian and WHY. (Notice I didn't say a Democrat or Republican or Tea Partier.) Determining this may require some further reading on your part, however. Here's a reading list from my former employer that might get you started (and, admittedly, my own reading list just got much longer.) If you're not willing to invest some time into determining your own political philosophy and delving into the same of the candidates you support, it's probably best to stay out of the game for now.

3) You have ever asked or even wondered of a candidate, "Boxers or briefs?"

4) You walk into a voting booth and just pull the "R" or "D" lever without any forethought.

5) You typically make voting decisions according to how your profession, race, union, church, or family thinks you should. It amazes me how many people choose a candidate or party affiliation based on what their family has always done, how their union tells them to vote, what their professors tell them to believe, or what they think the rest of their peer group is doing. Think for yourselves, people. I believe in you.

6) And if these reasons aren't enough, here's a little video illustration for you of who should not vote.

Please, America, take time to be informed. The blood that has been shed, the risks that have been taken, the courage that has been displayed over the last 234 years so that we could have this privilege demands at least that. Please vote. Or maybe not.

Your Last Birthday

Dear Judah,

I've been joking with you lately that this is your last birthday because you simply can't turn double digits. You, of course, know I'm joking (most of the time) but every once in awhile you cock your head and hesitantly try to read my face and seem to wonder, "Can she do that?" No, sweet one, I can't as much as I wish I could. You will continue to charge forward year after year into what God has for you and there's nothing I can do to stop it. And about that, I'm glad.

What a year this has been! We started second grade at our house in Lake Land'Or, sold that house, hit the road thinking we were heading to Vegas, hung out in the Promised Land, visited our friends up and down the East Coast, spent over a month in Florida with Uncle B, and then finally settled into our new house here in Richmond. Whew! What a crazy time that was, but, all the while, you persevered and were flexible and were a huge help during what I'm sure was a crazy time in your mind. You are a leader and child who is willing to take on any challenge set before you. I can't wait to see what God is going to do with that. It's going to be good. Really good.

I was just telling Dad about how much I enjoy talking to and relating with you. Our conversations over the last year have changed from a mother bossing around her son to a mother relating her son in a new and different way (though I know I'm still plenty bossy for your taste. :)) I am excited about what this next year is going to bring us. New challenges, new learning environments, new friends, new dreams.

So, while this isn't your last birthday, I am going to do my best to live like it is and enjoy every last second of you over this next year. You are one cool cat (with a lot of this and a lot of that...)

Love you. A lot,
Mom

Having a Birthday Sister - How Sweet It Is!

On August 22, 2006, the obstetrician decided to induce me (my third induction - my babies really like me apparently) and began the Pitocin drip at Mary Washington Hospital. Well, that Pitocin dripped. And dripped. And dripped. For 10 hours. I had full-on, wretched Pitocin-induced contractions. Tons of pain. And still, the little girl inside me was just not interested in coming out. Fearing a c-section was in my future, I quickly agreed when my doctor suggested stopping the Pitocin drip and trying again tomorrow. I was ELATED. Not because the pain was going to stop (though that was great.) And not because I had avoided a c-section (though that was reason for celebration.) I was thrilled, overjoyed, ecstatic because "trying again tomorrow" meant:

I WAS GOING TO HAVE A BABY ON MY BIRTHDAY!

I mean, really, how cool of a birthday present is that?! Some people tell me that they don't think they would like "sharing" their birthday with someone so close to them, but I love it! All year long, Cana and I call each other birthday sisters. We even have a little chant we do. It is a joy to have her to celebrate and plan with! Before her, my birthdays were really not a big deal. No one made much of them. It was really just another day. But then Cana came and it was a reason to be excited and sing and get "birthday secrets" and just enjoy one another. It is so fun!

I have absolutely loved these last four years with a little girl in my life. She is fun and charming and loving and smart. She gives her brothers a run for their money and doesn't take much grief from anyone else either. She absolutely adores having me as her birthday sister/mom (most of the time) and I appreciate her gentle spirit and kind heart. She softens me.

So, today, I celebrate the day that my birthday changed for the better.

Our Precious Five Year-Old

Today my little Simeon turned five. Five! I can hardly handle it. Wasn't I just pushing that blue-faced child out of me last week and watching the doctor gently unwrap the umbilical cord from around his neck? Wasn't it just yesterday that I was praying for that same stinking cord to fall off after it stayed attached for five weeks and could have been nominated for an award for the longest lasting umbilical cord ever? Where did five years go? Someone tell me!

I often joke with people when they comment on how much Simeon likes his momma that he thinks he is still attached to that umbilical cord. He just really likes me. He always has. If that child could crawl back up in my uterus, he would. That kid and his cord. I guess its been obvious from day one.

Thank you, God, for Simeon. Thank you for the joy that he brings to others. We named him after the Simeon in Luke 2 who Your Word says was "righteous and devout." May he be righteous and devout out of love for You. Thank you for giving him to us. Our family is better because he's in it.

Photo of Simeon on his first ever sleepover at his best buddy Declan's house.

The D Word

I am beginning to think that today is the absolute worst of all days to share the number one reason (of many) that I choose to educate my kids at home. In regard to learning, today has been a day of frustration, impatience, and anger for my students. Unfortunately, they are only modeling what they see in their teacher. And maybe that's why today of all days is the best day to share why I homeschool.

Discipleship. Theirs, and unbeknownst to me when I started, mine.

When I made this long and arduous commitment to be solely responsible for the education of my children, I could never have envisioned how hard it would be. Yes, finding the time to plan lessons is hard. And trying to keep the little ones busy while I work with the big one is hard. My kids being quizzed by friends, family members, and sometimes strangers to see if they are learning anything is hard. Constantly being judged for the decision I made to do it is hard. And the fact that I will not likely be home alone until I am at least 52 years old is hard (and horrifying!) But none of these come close to how hard it is to have my children with me 24/7 watching every move I make and imitating many of the worst ones. It's like having your spiritual weaknesses under a magnifying glass. If ever I think I've arrived spiritually, I have three little people right there behind me reminding me that I still have so far to go.

In his book Sacred Parenting, Gary Thomas asks the questions, "Do you believe that parenting is a sacred enterprise? What if one of God's primary intentions for you as a parent isn't about successfully raising perfect children, but about your becoming more holy?" I think perhaps when God led me into homeschooling, He realized that His holiness in me was still so far off the mark that perhaps it would take this much effort to refine me. Either that or I'm a glutton for spiritual punishment. Perhaps a little of both.

As for educating my kids at home and what this has to do with their discipleship? Everything.

Here's where things get sticky. People who send their children to public or private schools immediately feel like I am saying that they do not disciple their children. That could not be further from the truth. Some of my closest and dearest friends, people whom I respect more than anyone else in this world, send their children to public or private school. And disciple them well. So if your fingers are poised to start pounding on the keys in defensiveness, would you hear me out? I am challenging us to shift our thinking about discipleship and how it relates to our children. And, yes, that might sometimes mean shifting our educational choices and our approaches toward our children's learning. But as with other topics this week, I am trying to get us to boil down some philosophy and apply it directly to our own families. I'm not talking about the kid down the street or the countless numbers of children whose parents could care less about this stuff or your child's school or teacher. I am talking about you. A parent who loves their child deeply and desires God's best for him or her and who has been entrusted with a very precious gift for a very short period of time.

Discipleship is not just about communicating one's thoughts and ideas and wisdom to a student. It's also about time. And lots of it. I think our society sells us the myth (and mostly to alleviate our guilt) that quality time is more important than quantity time. It's not. (Nor do I think the converse - there must be a balance.) I think we are so prone to believe that lie because in so many areas it makes us feel better about putting our work before our family. Or putting our families before God. Or putting the state before our children. Thinking that we can throw in some good quality spiritual conversations with our children or take them to church on Sundays for a quality program takes off some of the pressure. Discipleship, especially of children, is a commitment that is long and tedious and hard. It takes hours and hours of sometimes mundane and monotonous work.

As Christian parents, we need to be aware that if our children are under the educational instruction of a public or private school, they will spend more than 14,000 hours under the tutelage of someone else. 14,000 hours. 14,000 hours under the care of complete strangers who, if we're honest with ourselves, we know very little to nothing about and some we've never even met. 14,000 hours learning about the world and life from a culture that directly opposes God's wisdom as revealed in Scripture. 14,000 hours learning from people, the majority of whom do not care about their souls and their eternities. 14,000 hours in an environment where we are expecting them to be "salt and light" after we've only trained them at home for a mere five years (three of those during which they pooped in their pants and couldn't talk.) 14,000 hours.

If we examine our child's day closely, who spends more time discipling them - us or their teachers and peer group? Who gets the best of them and who they are as learners and people? For the majority of children whose parents are Christ-followers, the answer is not the loving and gifted parents that God has chosen for them and who He desires to teach them in a Deuteronomy 6:4-9 kind of way. Why are we willing to settle for less?

Jesus taught a parable in Luke 6 about the blind leading the blind right into a pit and ended with the statement, "A student is not above his teacher, but everyone who is fully trained will be like his teacher." There's no escaping it. Our children will be like who they are trained by. For me, I read that and think, "Oh, dear God, please don't let these children end up like me." But then I remember that I am pressing hard after my Savior. That I am passionate about who God made them to be and cultivating His heart in them. And while I am totally screwed up and sometimes horrible at it (like today), I am also learning and exhibiting grace. And if that's what they walk away with at the end of the day as my little disciples, that's enough for me.

Homeschooling dad, author, professor, and pastor Voddie Baucham writes some thought-provoking (and, be prepared, searing) truths on his blog about this topic. If you would like to read more:

http://web.me.com/voddieb/vbm/Blog/Entries/2009/6/25_Top_Five_REasons_Not_to_Send_Your_Kids_Back_to_Govt._School.html

or this:

http://web.me.com/voddieb/vbm/Blog/Entries/2008/2/14_Salt_and_Light.html

Institutionalized Education Can Be Baaaaaa-d for Children (sorry, I couldn't help myself)

A few years ago, my husband and I went through a four-day psychological and abilities assessment (think "The Apprentice" for pastors) for people in ministry who plant churches that evaluated whether we should be doing just that. We were tested and interviewed and challenged on all things ministry and personality. On the final day, we knew we had to sit in an hour-long interview with an assessor who would fire questions at us about things that could be hot buttons for us or potentially damaging to our ministry or churches. I went into this thinking that since my husband was the actual pastor and he was the one that would actually be working for the church that it would mostly be about him and that I could just sit there listening.

I was wrong.

For fifty-five minutes of the interview, the assessor wanted to talk about my reasons and motivations for homeschooling. He quizzed me about whether I was trying to shelter my children, what I thought about the public education system, the "socialization" issue (insert eye-rolling here), and whether I actually knew what I was doing.

Let's just say that by the end of the interview, he was completely convinced that I knew what I was doing.

As we talked through all of those things, one of the points I kept hitting home with him and that is one of the biggest reasons I homeschool is this: I am not a fan of institutionalized education. Especially one in which the institution providing oversight and funding is the government.

Too many teachers, too many administrators, too many government bureaucrats have educational - not to mention social and political agendas - that are way far removed from my own. People often laugh when they hear my children spout off on something that they surely must have overheard from me (just tonight my very wise eight year-old was telling me how stupid it is that the government spends more money than it takes in and how concerned he is for the future of our government. Out of the mouths of babes...) I often joke with people that if I don't brainwash my children, someone else will. And I'm only half joking. If anyone is going to set their worldview, teach them about the sacredness of sex, and educate them with the end goal of preparing them to make a difference in this world for Christ, it's going to be me.

Not to mention that I cannot think of even one government agency that is run efficiently and effectively. Not one. So, why would I want an entity whose effectiveness is poor, whose production is meager at best, and who continues to waste money hand over fist to be in charge of educating my kids? Not a chance.

Wouldn't a private, religious school fix my problem then? While a fabulous alternative for many, not so much for me (gosh, it stinks being so picky) because of the other reason I'm not so hot on institutionalized education: I cringe at the idea of putting 25 children who are uniquely created by God in a classroom for seven hours a day to receive the exact same training and conditioning. It goes against everything their Creator celebrates about them. Just this week, my three very different learners have explored Abraham Lincoln and his role in ending the Civil War, practiced their multiplication tables, wandered through the botanical gardens "blindly" trying to imagine what it was like to be Helen Keller, read endlessly about the history of Nascar, watched videos of killer whales and dolphins giving birth, have been read to about dogs, hiked and looked for letters naturally made in nature, and discussed government spending and budget deficits...and it's only Wednesday! I love that their minds can explore and examine anything they are interested in and that their desire to learn isn't curtailed so that we can stay within the government's guidelines.

I hurt for students who are forced to follow one mold for learning and who are stripped of independent thinking, discouraged from having a more diverse worldview, and encouraged to follow the flock that is blindly leading them through the supposedly hallowed hallways. They are like sheep being led to and fro both academically and socially. They are conditioned to ingest information from textbooks that are questionable at best , oftentimes from teachers with agendas far different than our own, required to regurgitate said information, and then are often penalized if their ideas do not fit in with the mainstream. Been there. Done that. Been ostracized - not to mention penalized - for it. (And only made stronger because of it.)

Finally, I'll leave you with yet another wonderfully written piece by someone other than me that reflects my heart for kids and education:

"The School for the Animals"

An old story tells of the creation of a school for the animals. In this school, everybody took the same four courses: flying, swimming, climbing, and running. Among the students were a duck, a flying squirrel, a fox, and an elephant. These four were highly motivated, and wanted to get good grades, so they all tried very hard.

The duck did fantastically well in swimming and flying, but he lagged behind his classmates in climbing and running, so he focused special attention on those two subjects. However, his feet became so sore from trying to run and his wings were so bedraggled from trying to climb that by the end of the year he not only failed both those subjects, but made C’s in swimming and flying, which had once been his two best subjects.

At the beginning of the school year, the squirrel was first in his class in climbing and running and was second only to the duck at flying. But as the months wore on, he missed so much school from catching pneumonia in his swimming class that he failed everything.

To make matters even worse, because the squirrel constantly squirmed and chattered in class, and had difficulty paying attention, he was diagnosed with a learning disorder. The squirrel eventually was placed in remedial classes and had to be medicated in order to continue with his school work.

The fox was a natural in his running class and scored well in climbing and swimming, but became so frustrated at his inability to get good grades in flying that he began assaulting his classmates. He even tried to eat the duck. His behavior was so disruptive he was expelled from school. He fell in with a rough crowd and eventually wound up in a center for animal delinquents.

The elephant, meanwhile, developed low self-esteem because he couldn’t do well in any of the subjects. When he sank into clinical depression, his therapist persuaded him to try a different school that focused on subjects such as lifting and carrying. The elephant was disappointed, because careers in lifting and carrying were not as prestigious as careers in flying, swimming, climbing, or running. Even though he always felt inferior, he managed to make a decent living and support his family.

The point of this silly story about a school for the animals is that modern education sends every child through a program of study that is targeted toward a “generic” child. It expects every student to be able to follow the same course of study in the same sequence, without considering innate aptitudes or individual differences that are crucial to children’s abilities to learn. Schooling does not take into account differing personality types or temperaments.

Parents who understand learning differences can be more sympathetic with the frustrations their children face in school and more helpful in finding alternative approaches. The two major learning differences among children have to do with learning styles and learning readiness.

© Copyright 2006. Home School Marketplace, 1053 Eldridge Loop, Crossville, TN 38571.

Now go and separate those sheep (and ducks and squirrels and foxes and elephants) from the rest of the flock. By the grace of God and under the influence of the Holy Spirit, you will be a way better shepherd than anyone else ever could.

P.S. I

f you're interested in another homeschooling mama's fine words on this same topic, I think this mom does a great job explaining the hearts of many home-educators when it comes to this issue.

My Two-Headed, Garbling, Socially-Misfit Children

I've decided my life doesn't have enough drama, so for the month of June I'm going to do a new series each week sharing about an area of my life and my sometimes controversial opinions about it. Let's just drop any thoughts that I'm here to argue with anyone or am crusading for anyone to adopt my ideas or that I think they are better than your own. I'm just trying to share more about who I am and what I think about some things that people frequently ask me about. Read on and be nice.

If I had a dollar for every time I had the following conversation, I would be wealthy. Very wealthy.

Well-meaning person: "Where do your kids go to school?"

Me: "I homeschool them."

Well-meaning person: "Really? Wow. That's nice. I would do that but I would be worried about socialization..."

At this point in the conversation, I smile politely, all the while wanting to smack them over the head with a whack-a-mole mallet from an old school arcade. Where on earth do people get this stuff? Not only did this person just make the assumption that my kids are/are going to be complete social misfits but they also somehow got the idea that homeschooling creates a problem with "socialization"? (Even hearing that word makes me cringe.) Where did we get the idea that for children to be "socialized properly" they need to be in a group of 25 children their exact same age, often their same socio-economic status, who all live in the same geographic area?

One of the things I LOVE about homeschooling - and what I think gives kids who are educated this way the upperhand in "socialization" - is that everyday my children have the opportunity to interact with people from all different races, age groups, and financial situations. They are just as comfortable talking to the elderly person at the grocery store as they are interacting with the kid down the street. They are not limited socially from the typical public or private school scenario of having been conditioned for seven hours each day to only relate to one type of person.

And to be very honest, when people ask me about socialization, I often would like to ask a question of my own: Why would I want my children socialized in today's public or private schools? Within the last two weeks, two separate Facebook friends posted the following as their status updates:

"5 fights in 10 minutes, threats of gunfire, and Samoans and Mexicans in a heated racial clash. All today at [my son's] High School." - A dad of a student at a public school in a major U.S. city

"Just got back from THE CRAZIEST lunch at [my son's] school! Man!!! Those kids were out of control!!! Under the table, spitting on each other, pulling shirts off of other kids, rubbing food on their faces. It was nuts!!!!!!" - A mom of a student in a public school in suburbia

And this in an email: "My school year sure ended on a very sad note. A student brought in obscene photographs and passed them around to the class. When we got to the bottom of everything, [we found out] he had brought in pictures before! Just to let you know what the next generation is into - he was just a first grader!" - An employee of a rural public school

If subjecting my children to any of the above scenarios means they won't be "properly socialized", I am 100% willing to have that be the case. They can be the biggest freakazoids on the block for all I care. Not because I want to shelter them, but because I am willing to protect them from joining the rest of the inmates who are running the asylum. As a parent, I believe it is my responsibility to provide them with a safe learning environment where they are not bullied, belittled, or will have their innocence stolen.

Finally, I'll leave you with a letter written to the editor of Fredericksburg, Virginia's Free Lance Star a few years ago:

"Home-schooled and Skipping the 'Joys' of Modern Education"

When my wife and I mention to our well-intentioned friends that we are strongly considering home-schooling our children, we are without fail asked, "But what about socialization?"

Fortunately, we found a proven method by which our kids can receive the same socialization that public schools provide.

On Mondays and Wednesdays, I will personally corner my son in the bathroom, give him a wedgie, and take his lunch money.

On Tuesdays and Thursdays, my wife will make sure to tease our children for not being in the "in" crowd, taking special care to poke fun of any physical abnormalities.

Fridays will be "Fad and Peer Pressure Day", in which we will all compete to see who has the coolest toys, the most expensive clothes, and the loudest, fastest, and most dangerous car - all while dyeing our hair the same color and ripping our jeans.

However, every day, my wife and I will adhere to a routine of cursing and swearing in the hallways and mentioning our weekend exploits with alcohol and immorality.

If our kids attempt to use the bathroom without permission, we will punish them immediately; and we have asked them to hold us to a similar standard by reporting us to the authorities in the event we mention God or try to bring up morals and values.

And just think - all these benefits without a dime of taxpayers' money!

Alan Brymer
Stafford"

Well said, Alan. Thank you. I've kept your letter all these years b

ecause it continually encourages me on this journey that I am doing the right thing for my family.

P.S. If you are a homeschooling mom (or dad), feel free to tell me about your socially misfit children in the comments section below. I'm sure I would loooove them and will want to set up a playdate soon so we can all hang out being "improperly socialized" together.

It Sure Isn't Easy to Be Hated

I am hated. Big time. There is someone, well-known to me, who wants my life. I face him multiple times a day. I have physically felt his hot, fiery breath down my neck in my worst - and even my best - moments. He never quits. He never tires of tormenting me. His energy knows no bounds.

Not long ago, I did an exegetical study on the book of Revelation. I have always subscribed to the amillenial viewpoint on eschatology but felt challenged to really shore up my foundations on that (Did I mention I am a big, fat nerd? Well, I am.) As I studied that often misunderstood and mysterious book, time and time again I came back to the relentless love of God for us and the relentless hatred of Satan toward we who are described by David in Psalm 17:8 as the apple of God's eye.

I am the apple of God's eye. You are the apple of God's eye. We are adored. Cherished. Cared for. Loved. And we are hated. Hated for no other reason than that we are precious to God. Since mankind's time in the Garden, Satan has been on an all-out unquenchable, murderous quest to be sure that we couldn't be reunited with God's heart. That we couldn't be restored. That we couldn't be made right with God once again. That we couldn't be redeemed. That though we were once lost, we could never be found. John 10 tells us that Satan lives to steal, kill, and destroy our lives. 1 Peter 5 likens him to a prowling lion looking for someone to devour. So as I was studying Revelation, it was like a movie was rewinding in my head of all the times throughout history that Satan has been bent on preventing us from encountering the person he has hated more than any other human in all of time: our Redeemer. And how, throughout Scripture his fury rose every time he thought - even for just a moment or a decade or a generation - that he had won, only to see God rise victorious again bringing us ever closer to our Redeemer.

In that same way, his fury rises when he thinks he has reduced a life to dependency and powerlessness through addiction, only to see us - through the power of Christ - rise from the ashes fully dependent on Jesus like never before. Or when he thinks has reduced a marriage to rubble through infidelity only to see us - through the power of Christ - rise from the ashes more united than ever. Or when he thinks that he has maimed and immobilized a precious soul through the terrors of childhood sexual abuse, only to see us - through the power of Christ - overcome that which has been done to us and use it to bring freedom to others. God's great power coupled with our heart's desire to let Him mold and shape us through the fiery pain of Satan's unleashed fury only serves to bring us closer to God's desired wholeness for us and to Satan's ultimate destruction for him on the last day.

They will make war against the Lamb, but the Lamb will overcome them because He is Lord of lords and King of kings - and with Him will be His called, chosen, and faithful followers. " Revelation 17:14

When it's all said and done, no matter your eschatological view of Revelation, it is clear that there is a winner and a loser. An ending. A reckoning. And certainly for us who know Him, no reason to fear. Now, my dear apples, go forth and continue to make him furious with how you live your lives. And fear not because the Lamb has already overcome him.

*And P.S., if you're interested in doing your own little study on the amillenial perspective on Revelation, two of the commentaries I used were, "The Lamb and His Enemies" by Rubel Shelly, and "More Than Conquerors" by William Hendriksen. And if you live near me, you can even borrow mine. I'm just nice like that.

Point C

I was listening to a tape today of a homeschooling mom teaching about goal-setting and long-term planning. She described something she called "Bend in the Road Syndrome" which happens when you are at Point A and think you see God leading you toward Point B so you head that direction. All of a sudden, it is clear that the road is taking a sharp turn and you can see that Point C is your ultimate destination. Does this mean God changed His mind? Not at all. Instead, she surmised that God had Point C in His sights all along but knew that if He sent us directly from Point A to Point C, we wouldn't go.

And she's right.

As I sit here on the last night of this almost five-month journey of living on the road and having no idea where me and my three little ones would lay our heads from month to month (right now everyone's but mine is on a pillow in a Holiday Inn in Florence, SC), I know for sure that if God had suggested going from our last home directly to Richmond - a mere hour away - I wouldn't have gone. And, in fact, when it was first suggested to me, I absolutely refused to even consider it. I pitched a fit uglier than you can imagine.

And all along, He knew I would.

So the destination continued to appear to be Point B (Las Vegas) while all the while God was molding and changing and shaping my heart so that He could give me His best at Point C. Maybe someday I won't be so stubborn and hard to harness. But until then, I'll be thankful for the roadwork that occurred between Points A and C.

How about you? What have been your own Points A, B, and C? And how has God changed you in the process?

Three Minutes

I was alone tonight from 8:17-8:20.

I know, right?

I actually got to drive in the car all by my little self for three whole minutes while my brother transported all the kiddos from the pool back to his house in his car.

Three minutes.

I got three whole minutes by myself. I'm still trying to recover from it. It was bliss, I tell ya. Bliss.

You see, I can count on one hand all the times I've been alone in the last five months. This journey of "living in between" has been full of adventure and fun and memories. But it has also been full of exhaustion and chaos and me being in charge of all three kids 24/7 without ever having a break. Ever. (Insert me giving a standing ovation to single mothers everywhere. I do not know how you do it.) You may be thinking, "Surely you get to go to the bathroom alone." And right now I'm thinking that if you asked that question, you likely don't have small children at home.

So those three minutes tonight were big time. Big. Time. And since it was so quiet, it made me think about God and wonder why He never wants to be alone.

I would think He gets tired of the constant barrage of requests from me. He doesn't.

I would think my whining might wear on His last nerve. It doesn't.

I would think the idiotic things I do that risk my safety and the safety of others would make Him shake His head and beg for a break. But they don't.

I would think the way I hurt people sometimes would make Him throw up His hands and give up. At least for a little while. But it doesn't.

I would think the fact that I completely and utterly need Him to survive each and every day would zap Him of all His energy and strength. I am, after all, pretty high maintenance. But, still, it doesn't.

In fact, just the opposite. God cannot wait to spend time with me. To hear me talking. To hear me sharing my heart and all that's in it. To watch me interacting with my fellow humans and taking (and missing) chances to love them. He just can't get enough of it. He's not sitting on His throne hoping that someone else would step in briefly and keep an eye on me so that He could have a break. And for that, I'm thankful. He's the only one who I would ever want watching over me.

As I followed Blake and the kids in my car tonight, delighting in the deliciousness of my three whole minutes, I couldn't help but flick on my high beams to see their little faces lighting up with joy at the treat of riding with Uncle B. As much as I am completely and utterly exhausted from these last five months, I sure do love those little faces and my heart is never far from them.

I would like to think that God feels the same way about me. And He does. He really, really does.