Stones

teacuppamela.pngSignificant to me are the milestones in my life that were either turning points or celebrations or decisions.  Some of the turning points were simply changes in direction of thought or action; simple things like: from this day forward, I will________.   I have marked many of the “I will’s” in my Bible or on stones in our garden or in journals I’ve kept over the years.  Sometimes I didn’t realize that specific decisions would have such strong or lasting implications—nor, did I realize that God would use decisions as springboards for others.  But I do now.  Only looking back do I see how some of the actions or decisions were used; decisions that were really insignificant at the time were used as the basis for some great changes or great work.

I recall the day I decided to always —everyday— without fail: make my bed the very first thing in the morning.  Insignificant, maybe, but the LORD used a woman (when our first two babies were very small) to help me through a difficult time.   It was that help that would lead to countless other personal disciplines and/or decisions.   I felt overwhelmed.  Yeah—I know—only two children at the time! Phew!  But in my state at that time, I was overwhelmed and under-inspired.   There were very few “hands-on” helpers in my life at that time bcz of where we lived  and the work that it required and bcz of my mindset, I suppose.  But then the LORD began to show me that there *were* helpers, there *were* encouragers, and He was walking with me — I just needed to open my eyes to those facts and I needed take what was being offered to me — and to stop looking for or wishing for something else — whether it be advice, actual physical help or simply to watch what they were doing and *emulate* that in my own life.  It was a tremendous period of time — it was a turning point in my life — a major turning point.

Another turning point was when I realized that God had a marvelous plan for my life and that He was and had already been working everything together for good (Romans 8.28) and that no matter what things looked like or how they seemed, He was in control and all those things mattered to Him and would be for my good.  I couldn’t always see it.  I didn’t have faith to believe it—but then I began to pray for faith—faith to believe what I couldn’t see and faith to trust what I couldn’t understand.  It was in those days that God would begin to show me a glimpse of His purpose for my life as a wife and mother.  I knew at that time that He was truly LORD of my life, LORD of my marriage, LORD of my home and LORD of my womb.   Even if I wavered in faith, God never changed—He was and has been utterly faithful.  (Romans 3.3 “For what if some did not believe? shall their unbelief make the faith of God without effect?”)

Then, another stone was set in place… the stone of faith.  There was another turning point time when I knew that the LORD has His hand on me—on my life—on our family.  I don’t mean that in a particular sense of a mark or a calling or whatever.  I simply mean that it was a definite time: a demonstration of His “ownership,” if you will, of all that we were or would ever be.  He called us to faith.

Hebrews 11.6 “But without faith it is impossible to please him: for he that cometh to God must believe that he is, and that he is a rewarder of them that diligently seek him.”

It became apparent that He would continue to work in many similar ways through the years.  He would bring about circumstances that would both challenge and inspire our faith — circumstances that would set us in awe of His magnificent glory as He demonstrated His “watch-care” or provision in our lives.  “Last-minute” provisions became or are so “normal” or frequent, that I feel like I practically stand at the window watching for His provision.  I know my help/our help only is of His Hand.  All the weights of the bag are His work—He alone is the balance.  He is utterly faithful and the pile of stones marking His faithfulness is becoming as a mountain at the gate of my heart.

He taught us to walk and work in a manner as to totally yield our hearts to Him—trusting for every day, every provision, every child, every need, every dollar, every sunrise, every sunset.  In our marriage, He’s brought to our remembrance our commitment of trust—trust in God and trust in each other.  The stones in my rings are as stones of a monument of trust—no matter how things look, seem or feel at the time.  God has worked and reworked our hearts to be to each other what God has designed.   It is in faith that we demonstrate this toward one another: love followed, emotion followed, romance followed and faith is strengthened by years.  Reading through the Word and coming to the book of the Song of Solomon, I was reminded over and over again that married love is timeless; the wonder of it being old is that it can yet feel fresh and new as Spring and yet as solid and secure as an old oak.  The diamond in my ring reminds me of the strength of God and the gold: His refining power.  The eleven different stones in another ring  I wear are constant reminders of the great blessing each of our children are — and the enduring faithfulness of the LORD to us and to each of them.

I have stones — rocks — in different gardens around our home.  There are dates or sayings or notes on the different rocks.  Now, rarely does a child come to me and say: what mean ye by these stones, mama?   But every once in awhile one of the children asks the significance of a particular quote or the meaning of a few words printed on stones or rocks in the garden.  The children love seeing their names and birthdates on stones.  They love seeing dates on stones — anniversaries of significant dates and events.  I do this so that they won’t forget.  I do this so *I* won’t forget.

More stones have been added this year than in any of the previous years… so that we won’t forget… the faithfulness of God.
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internet junkie

teacuppamela.pngThere have been times when I imagined that one day I’d be sitting in a circle waiting for my turn to introduce myself and then when the person beside me finished their introduction and small talk, they’d glance at me, signaling my turn, and then I’d say:  I don’t know why I’m here or how I got to this point, but here I am.   So, hello, I’m pamela and I’m an internet junkie.

I used to say (and laugh about it) that one day there’s going to be a branch of medicine dedicated to the emotional problems, effects and disorders associated with computer abuse use and result of internet addiction.  I used to think it was isolation that would be a great problem — but now, that’s not what I think to be the great problem.  Now I think it’s distraction.  Distraction from what’s really going on.  Distraction from what’s being said, directions being given, loved being shared — but missed bcz the computer is an attention siphon.  The computer (or, ahem, handheld whatever’s) and the internet are erasers of time.  Erasers of special events and conversations.   They’re what obscure those moments you don’t even know you’re missing.   Until later.  The internet took the place of some days, months or years you will never see again.  I know this is true… grievous as it was to me to see and admit.

I must say that it’s been hard to think of resuming writing regularly bcz I fret I’ll fail or revert back to old habits of distraction and ‘internet addition’ that contributed to the darkness of the valley earlier this year.  As I’ve told you before, I didn’t realize just how distracted I’d become or how wrapped up in my projects I was each day.  So, I’ve had to be exceedingly careful not to slip back into old patterns.

If you’ve never been an internet junkie, then you have no idea what I’m talking about.  But if you have, or are, you know exactly what I’m talking about and you have or had the same trouble I have had.

And if you are on the net all day or many hours a day and neglect important things to attend to lesser things and you don’t think you are addicted to the net, I’d say you’re in denial.  I know, I was there once, too.

And if this computer didn’t have the system in place to automatically shut off after a designated time, I’d still be there.  Just like that.

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The Family Meal Table

teacuppamela.pngOne of our greatest treasures and lasting blessings is our meal table.  It’s a real challenge to maintain mealtimes when the family begins to grow and scatter in different directions each day.  But we endeavor to have at least one meal, if not all of them, together each day.  It’s difficult to persevere with this one sometimes — especially when it’s easier to just “grab ‘n go” when schedules are hectic or when schedules are so different for older family members.    Still, I desire to hold fast to this treasure — this family tradition — this mainstay:  the family meal table.

One of my favourite encouragers is Nancy Campbell.  Her seeming tireless work on behalf of mothers and families is such a blessing to me.  I love to listen to her, to learn from her, to be inspired, encouraged and uplifted as she shares valuable truths and lessons on motherhood.  I so wish I had had her manuals when I began motherhood thirty years ago.  I so needed encouragement as I was sort of “pioneering” my way through early motherhood.

Here’s a glimpse of Nancy Campbell.  Through the years, I’ve included articles and links to articles on our site.  You can also read more at the Above Rubies site.

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Another homeschooling year

So, yes… another homeschooling year has begun.  We’ve already had the usual variety of commitments — planned and unplanned, absences and extra-curricular activities: some sick, some tardy, some cutting class (uh, that would be two of the teachers :-O ), etc., etc.

  • Three days into the new school year:  We’ve already had to revise our expectations — both raising and lowering them regarding courses of study and assignments for different students.  We’ve had to do this many times through 22 years of homeschooling.  We seem to forget this every year!
  • Three days into the new school year:  We’ve discovered we have too many of some and too few of other materials we need for each days’ work for each student.  Again… this is a repeat of the previous 22 years.  Someday we will “get it!”
  • Three days into the new school year:  The teachers have forgotten, missed, or been late to the kitchen table class.  Ditto, the students.
  • Three days into the new school year: For what can be accomplished in any given amount of time, we’ve had to revise our expectations.  Up and down.
  • Three days into the new school year:  We’re saying:  we are off to a great start! This is going to be a wonderful school year: we can just tell!!

Aebelskivers

My husband’s birthday was on Tuesday — we began the day’s celebration with aebelskivers for breakfast for him!  I make aebelskivers for special breakfasts — but sometimes, when it seems it’s been ‘awhile’ since I made them, someone will ask for them for breakfast (or dinner!).  We serve them with powdered sugar (as you see here) and raspberry or blackberry jam or maple syrup.  I’ve been making these for many years — and though at first they are a bit tricky to make, after some practice, they’re a very, very easy and fun breakfast tradition.    I have some more photos and the recipe here! My favourite pan is the  SCI cast-iron aebelskiver pan — you can purchase from the Solvang restaurant here.  They’re often out of stock, though. 🙁  You can also purchase aebelskiver pans from Williams SonomaAnd I wouldn’t bother with two ‘hand tools’ for turning the aebelskivers.  Just get a #4 knitting needle and use it for turning the aebelskivers.  Medium heat to medium-low heat seems best (but you’ll get the hang of it and what temp works best on your stove).  And use 1/2 butter-1/2 oil for the ‘cups’ of the pan.  Too much butter makes them brown too easily and too much oil is… too much oil. :o)

As the years go by, I’m sure thankful for family traditions — I think everyone ought to have special traditions they look forward to and fondly remember from days gone by.  I love hearing my children’s “we always ______ “ (but those comments are sometimes followed by an older child saying: “O, yes, we always did that.  One time.” 😉

Well, for us, Aebelskivers are a many-many time thing.  And, when we go to Spokane we always have at least one breakfast at The Olde European restaurant and always have at least one order of ‘skivers.

Wes's Birthday breakfast: Aebleskivers!
Wes's Birthday breakfast: Aebleskivers!

Summer fun: jumping bales

 In case it seems I’ve lost the lighthearted side… I haven’t.  Here’s my lighthearted side.

Jump!

amelia jumping bales

Jump!
andrew jumping bales

Jump!

amelia jumping bales again

The local farmers do three cuttings a year… and through the years, the youngest of our children have the greatest time jumping from bale to bale all over the land!  I don’t usually get pictures of this fun event, but my neighbor graciously gave me these!  It’s always a sad day when the tractor loads the bales of hay onto the truck and drives them away.

30 Favourite Things #20

  teacuppamela.pngIn all my life, my greatest gift has been faith and salvation in Jesus Christ the Lord.  And in our marriage,  in our family – parenting – life work… we are humbled at the mercy of God… the greatest gift — the greatest joy — is walking with Him and knowing our children walk in Truth.   That they, too learn to walk in faith is answer to prayers — many prayers for each of them from birth.  Answered prayer, each having received the gift of salvation in the Lord Jesus.  The baptisms pictured below are of four of our children… to the Praise and Glory of God.

samuel baptism samuel baptism

samuel josiah

Wes had the privilege and joy of baptizing them this past summer at the Believer’s conference north of Deer Lake in Eastern Washington.  The first photo is Samuel (was 18 at the time) and then Stephen (15) and then Joseph (13) and then Naomi (12)

We have no greater joy than that our children walk in Truth.
3John – 4

stephen baptism   Stephen baptism
stephen joshua


It was a tender time of repentance, of commitment to the Lord Jesus and obedience to walk in His ways.


joseph baptism   Joseph baptism
joseph elisha

naomi baptism   naomi baptism
naomi anna-noëlle

Of all the wonderful things that happened in this past year, surely this event is the very best one.  It’s numbered in the entries as #20, but it’s number one… number one of my memories, number one of my hopes and prayers and number one of my goals in parenting our children.

Truly, I have *no greater* joy than that my children walk in Truth.

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30 Favourite Things #16

teacuppamela.png Birthdays!  Birthdays! Birthdays!  These were favourite things from my fiftieth year.  I’m not sure just which birthday stood out the most over this past year.  But one birthday I was *so* extraordinarily happy to celebrate was my husband’s birthday.  As I look back I marvel at the goodness and mercy of the LORD and truly, I was/am so thankful the LORD gave him another birthday and I pray for many more.  Wes’s birthday was one day shy of one year since he had a heart attack.  I recall thinking in the ICCU surgery waiting room: Lord, will he have any more birthdays — was yesterday’s birthday the last?  And now more time has passed… and I do praise the LORD for every day.  

Well, many happy birthdays were celebrated.  A couple were celebrated without the ‘birthday boy’ or ‘birthday girl’ present.  Both Kathryn and Timothy were in Africa (and Timothy just had his second birthday celebration the last baby turned 7 and the first baby turned 29.   In between were all the other wonderful birthdays of our own children (and many other wonderful birthdays as well!!) — 10, 12, 13, 15, 17, 18, 20, 22, 27… which actually means that some of those have already or will shortly be one higher.  Again, I marvel: I never thought I would be this old (and feel this young!!).    Truly, no kidding around, I marvel that my ‘baby’ will soon be thirty — bcz I find myself thinking:  didn’t *I* just turn thirty!?!  I mean it sort of seems like it was recent – I know, I know.. it was soooo long ago that I simply cannot remember it.

So, anyway, now I find I further understand people’s comments such as: age is a state of mind or you’re as young as you feel or you’re only as old as you feel, or I’m not getting old, I’m getting better, or whatever.  I know I probably used to think those comments were sort of silly, I’m sure.   I probably thought they were the sort of “positive mental attitude” stuff that “old people” say to console themselves — you know, that condescending attitude most many young people have toward anyone 20 years older than themselves.

Okay.  I repent.  I wish I had known then what I know now.

I don’t feel old.  I do feel better.  I know I’m not as young as I was — but I sure don’t feel older.   But I do have to admit: when I stop and attempt to recount but a few hundred of the thousands of things that have happened — well, my goodness, I’ve got to be older!  I marvel at how much has occurred, how many things we’ve done in such a short time!!  I’m sure glad I got to live this long.  Wow.  What if it’s double this?!??!!!!!

So I resolve not to listen to young people’s ignorant comments and respond in kind.  I want to grow older gracefully.   I hope I’ll remember how these days feel and how those days felt.  I don’t want to become an impatient, bitter, crotchety old woman waving my cane at the little whippersnappers and yelling:  just wait, your time’s coming!

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30 Favourite Things #14

  teacuppamela.pngAnother thing among thirty favourite things from my fiftieth year:  Facebook!  I love Facebook!  And, this, from someone who was/is so adamantely opposed to MySpace.  Adamantly opposed.  As for Facebook “safeguards” — I have opted for the “no ads” on the sidebar and I don’t add many “applications” and don’t add people I don’t know — but it’s totally not an “anonymous” atmosphere.  There’s no real anonymity on Facebook.    A “safeguard” I have to personally adhere to is:  I’ve got to be *very* careful to watch the clock and not spend too much time browsing Facebook!   Warning:   It. is. a. time. vacuum!

I first opened a Facebook account when Kathryn was in Uganda a couple of years ago.  It was a very simple way for us to communicate as the internet connection wasn’t always reliable and leaving notes for her there was a quick and simple process for her to use when internet time was at a premium. We also benefitted as a family bcz we could see “her life” and feel like we were in close touch. 

Well, such has been the case over the last year for Timothy in Ghana and for when Kathryn went back to Uganda.  In addition to writing notes to them (and our other children), which I try to do each day, I’m able to see photos they post or comments from others that are soooo encouraging to me.  It’s such a blessing to my heart to see the many who are praying right alongside me in many places.   It’s been sweet to read the notes and see all the loving encouragement — I cannot adequately express my gratitude for the tremendous support our children have or have had!   How lavish the Lord has been to give us a glimpse of His care — and to show us, often in photographs, what He’s doing in remote places!  We sure see it — and, more importantly, Timothy sees it — the encouragement Kathryn saw before, during and after her mission’s trips.

Another unforeseen benefit has been the great blessing of reuniting with old — and I do mean old!! ;o) — friends.  I wonder if I would have ever sought out some of the old friends I have been able to reconnect with.    Interestingly, it’s like the Lord is answering questions for me… or giving me answers to questions I never thought to ask — sort of showing me (as Paul Harvey might say) the reeeeeeest. of. the. story.

It’s been refreshing, encouraging, and instructive to me on so many levels.  There are downsides — yes, there are downsides to Facebook.  Just like there are downsides to the whole Internet — and I’m not even referring to the obvious potentials for internet sewage to be pumped into homes across the world.  I’m referring simply to the downsides of too much time reading “good things” and other downsides to websites… our website… to blogs… to this blog.  But there is good — there’s potential for a whole lotta good — when discretion is applied.

So, especially during my fiftieth year… it’s sure been fun to see old faces. The reflection in the mirror is not alone. :o)

Facebook.  Don’t say I recommended you ought to get an account.  I’m just sayin.

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The Will of God


quotebegin.gifThe will of God will never take you…
Where the grace of God cannot keep you,
Where the arms of God cannot support you
Where the riches of God cannot supply your needs,
Where the power of God cannot endow you.

The will of God will never take you,
Where the Spirit of God cannot work through you,
Where the wisdom of God cannot teach you,
Where the army of God cannot protect you,
Where the hands of God cannot mold you.

The will of God will never take you,
Where the love of God cannot enfold you,
Where the mercies of God cannot sustain you,
Where the peace of God cannot calm your fears,
Where the authority of God cannot overrule for you.

The will of God will never take you,
Where the comfort of God cannot dry your tears,
Where the Word of God cannot feed you,
Where the miracles of God cannot be done for you,
Where the omnipresence of God cannot find you.

Everything happens for a purpose.
We may not see the wisdom of it all now,
but trust and believe in the Lord that everything is for the best.”(author unknown to me)

To my boy this morning.

“Timothy, one thing I know for sure… God is only Good *all* the time…  I thank Him again and again… that when I see the moon – no matter how far you are – we’re looking at the same moon. The same Sun. The same Son. The same God of all Creation loves you & me and no matter how far…. His Hands can span that distance and hold us both at the same time.  Thank you for your love for the LORD… walk on.
I love you. ♥”

This is one of those days where concerning trust and faith in God, I know that I know that I know… but pray:  I believe, Lord;  O, help Thou my unbelief when a wave washes over.

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