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Laundry Schmaundry – Your Dryer Loves You or Loves You Not?

Some days my dryer loves me,
some days my dryer loves me not.When my dryer dries my clothes quickly and efficiently,
it loves me.

When my dryer when shrinks a shirt, sets in a stain,
or turns a zipper into a roller coaster for Hot Wheels,
it loves me not.

So, in keeping with the theme
Laundry Schmaundry
I’ll reveal secrets learned early in my married life
that keep the love relationship between my dryer and me healthy.
This is my dryer.
Yep, it’s lookin’ kinda’ red neck.
But, hey, my hubby fixed it!
If you didn’t read the epic saga, you might wanna’.
And, it’s still working…
I’ve told you secrets about
Remember those dryer secrets I promised I’d tell?

1Stains still on the clothes when thrown in the dryer will always be on the clothes. Heat sets the stain. As you throw things in the dryer, check for stains and rewash.  It’s cheaper than buying new clothes.

2.  Zippers that go in dryer will usually come out looking like roller coaster track. (Pants are the exception.)   Hang them to dry after finger pressing the zippers smooth.  Zippers are usually made out of a different fabric than the clothing.   Fabrics shrink at different rates. The majority of the zippered tops at the thrift store are there because the owner probably got tired of sitting down and having the zipper rise to meet her.

This rule also applies to bras and fabrics with mixed fibers. Spandex shrinks less than cotton so the material can bubble. Heat also slowly depletes the integrity of the fabric, so you might not notice the damage until it’s too late.

Sweaters rarely go in my dryer, they are also hung dry, sometimes just smoothed over the back of my couch.  I know, lazy, right?

My drying rack folds up and fits neatly between the washer and the wall.

3.  Pens left in pockets can break open in the dryer and like a Spin Art Machine and spread ink throughout the ENTIRE interior of the dryer.  Don’t worry, in a few days it will completely dry and you can still use your dryer.  Names are not used to protect the guilty.  Gum can be scraped off the dryer, so can stickers, gummy candies and things too disgusting to even be correctly labeled. If you didn’t check the pockets before washing, check before drying.

4.  If saving money, 1/2 dryer sheet works.  I also leave in the old one when toss in a new one.  It takes a few cycles to completely use up the stinky, static killing stuff.  You can also throw the used dryer sheet in the wash cycle to add a little extra whatever-it-is-that’s-on-those-things to your water.

5.  FOLD OR HANG CLOTHES IMMEDIATELY. I don’t like to iron and don’t have time to iron.  I don’t have time to rewash or redry a wrinkled load.  Kids shouldn’t have to hunt in baskets of clean, wrinkled laundry to find something to wear.  I fold clothes into each person’s basket, the kids are required to put them away.  I also have one basket for linens.  By disciplining yourself to take the time to fold immediately, you can save more time and money.

If you’re really pressed for time, take clothes out from the dryer and lay them flat on the dryer.  Come back to fold and put in baskets as soon as possible.

6.  Use correct hangers.  The pink one is for articles with sleeves.  The white hanger is for articles with straps.  If you all know this, then this is ONLY for my children, just in case they ever read my blog.  The white hanger leaves funny marks on the shoulders of dress shirts.

7. Clean lint trap with each load.  Yea, you might know this, but obviously, when you read these stats, a lot of people don’t.  I could be saving lives, here, people.  Bear with me.  Some have the lint traps below the door, can dig in there and get out a lot of extra lint.  Once a year I unplug dryer, unscrew back and pull out lint and things.  Last year, score, 50 bobby pins were nestled in with lint near the fan. I  took an amazing picture but, surprise,  the card wasn’t in the camera so the picture never showed up.

8. Rolled up  hems means overdried, especially on heavy items, denim skirts and jeans.  Pockets with flaps can permanently dry askew. Finger press pocket flaps down, then partially dry in dryer or air dry. If previous overdrying has rolled up your hem, try ironing them dry.

9.  Keep fabric weight in mind.  If you put a pair of dark jeans with ten dark dress shirts, the shirts  dry first and are overdried by the time the jeans are dry.

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If you don’t like doing laundry
and you’ve read the entire
Laundry Schmaundry Series,
you might be overwhelmed with all my laundry rules.
Just remember, I designed my laundry system  out of a desperate need
to save money and time.
The more efficient your laundry system is,
the less time you’ll be in your laundry room.
The more money you save,
the more money you’ll have to shop.
What’s not to love about that?
More time and money?
Yea.
More time and more money just from doing your
Laundry Schmaundry
with
Momma Mindy’s Secrets.
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What’s a tip you have to share I missed?

I’d love to hear from my readers!

Making your home sing Mondays

Really? October is Almost Over?

On some occasions, I plan  far ahead and succeed.
On other occasions, I do minimal planning and still succeed.
 I’m now at the point where I’m trying to do as little as possible,
and still be able to call the occasion a success.
Take fall decorating, for instance.
I usually love to begin the school year with a bang
and decorate my house with all kinds of cool fall things.
Last year, I did an awesome job.
Last year, it took a long time to take it down.
Last year, I didn’t get the fall decorations in the attic till summer.
This year, I’m a little slow on the uptake.
My game plan had to change because my life is different.
Instead of rummaging through my attic, we went to a local outdoor market.

My faithful sidekick and companion, Rebekah,
chose the best pumpkin of all.
Really, she did.
Notice the mild weather?
Lovin’ it!

For the years I feel more maroony and less orangey
the new white pumpkins are great.

Nothing says fall better than these babies,

and one of these.
When we got home I put someone else in charge.
Yea, the blonde one, not the burlap one.
She decorated the buffet with my green glassware and her
farmers’ market finds.
It was a thrill for Rebekah to “be in charge”
arranging, rearranging and calling out for my approval.
It’s so wonderful to give kids a little boot out of the nest,
and see where they fly.

A bag contained mini gourds, pumpkins and Indian corn.
(Are we still allowed to call it that?  The name always makes me feel so not PC)

Pedestal bowls are a great way to decorate for the seasons
simply and inexpensively.
The green felt placemat is from Target, I found three and nabbed them.
I also put one on the mantle and one on the coffee table.
I also have pedestals in clear glass.
For years, my Christmas centerpiece was vintage glass balls
with bits of evergreen cut from a tree in our yard.
Even branches, pinecones and leaves can look amazing.
Place a few mini pumpkins where candles used to sit
and you have instant fall decorating.
No fuss, no frills, no ladder climbing,
and all can go into my compost at the end of the season.
I might go into the attic and pull out a few more things,
but I am giving myself permission not to, if I don’t wanna’.
Sometimes, our best ideas come when we have to simplify our lives.
We women like to beat ourselves up with all these imagined rules
we have about how our homes, holidays and closets should look.
Relax! 
Learn to enjoy the moment.
You may be creating even better family memories.
Besides, we all know,
“If Momma Ain’t Happy,
Ain’t Nobody Happy”
and for now,
simplifying my life,
is what’s making this Momma happy.
Making your home sing Mondays

Hiking Life’s Path

Along with our lists of things we
have to do,
we all have those lists of things we
want to do.
This summer, a friend and I decided to
cross some of those
want to
 things off our list.
First thing on our list?
Hike to Mason Lake.
Anabelle, Alexander, Grace and Rebekah.
Can you tell which kids are mine?

Beautiful view of Mount Ranier,
click on pic to enlarge,
in case you wanna’.
Since the summer was overcast, cloudy and rainy,
we love any clear view of M’Lady of the PNW,
my personal nickname for this majestic mountain.
I know that’s cliche, but I think this is the mountain where the cliche began.

A flower I can’t identify and was too lazy to look up.
Another flower, but you knew that.
I just felt obligated to put text here.

These two had more energy than should be legally allowed.
The moms hiked too slow for them,
the teenagers hiked the right speed,
but didn’t like to have dirt scuffed on them.
So, the ‘tweeners hiked back and forth between the two groups,
alternatively concerning the moms-
“you’re too close to the edge”
“get down from that rock”
“don’t throw rocks down the mountain”
“don’t run you’ll f….oh, lemme help you up”
-and slightly annoying the  older sisters,
because younger kids feel obligated to do that.

A cool sign keeping us on the right path.
Proverbs 4:27
Do not turn to the right or the left;
Remove your foot from evil.
The physical path of our lives may not look as enticing,
but the Lord’s spiritual promises are the blooms along the trail.

Sometimes we forget He grooms the trail for us,
provides food and shelter along the way,
and shelters us from the storms. 
We stumble a few times,
get a few thorns and a few blisters,
and we’re ready to turn away.

Psalm 16:11
You will show me the
path of life;
In Your presence is fullness of joy;
At Your right hand are pleasures forevermore.

I felt like Heidi in the Alps.
The higher we went, the more flowers there were.
As we watch our kids walking the path of life,
most of us have this same desire for them.
Proverbs 4:14
 Do not enter the path of the wicked,
And do not walk in the way of evil.
The fearless, in-shape teenagers forged the way ahead.
They hiked and hiked and hiked.
They estimated the lake should be very close,
so asked the next group that hiked by,
“Where’s the lake?”
See the black and white jacket hanging on the bush?

Look what was just beyond the jacket.
DUH. 
The lake.
Yea, a totally dumb blond moment.
No, we didn’t tease the girls too much.
The victorious mothers,
Christine and Momma Mindy.
She’s the skinny, not-out-of-breathe one.
Hiking with Christine was like having my own personal cheerleader.
She knew my health limitations and patiently waited while
I caught my breath or waited for my heart rate to slow down.
She cared for me much the way the Lord watches for us on life’s path.
Psalm 142:3
When my spirit was overwhelmed within me,
Then You knew my path.

 

The hike was amazing.
We figured if we hadn’t been talking non-stop,
we might have hiked faster.
But, there’s nothing better than a girlfriend chat, is there?
There’s nothing better than a girlfriend who’s also a sister in the Lord.
We stopped to eat lunch on the rocks next to the lake.
It was my Amazing Grace’s 18th birthday.
Not sure what she was thinkin’,
but I was wondering how this amazing woman could be my daughter
and how she could be 18 already.
 Other than worrying about the rock-throwing kids
falling into the deep lake,
it was peaceful.
Oh, and other than the two barking, unleashed pit bulls lunging at our kids,
it was peaceful.
When we saw the dogs, knew exactly what to tell the kids.
Proverbs 1:15
My son, do not walk in the way with them,
Keep your foot from their path;
A good life lesson for encountering potential danger in life.
Isn’t it always easier downhill?
Once the mountain is scaled,
the uncertainty is gone and the descent is just retracing
what’s been revealed.
We don’t like walking by faith, but the Lord requires it of us.

Rebekah rejoices on the rock at the end of the trail.
 
Psalm 61:2
When my heart is overwhelmed;

Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.

Psalm 62:7
 In God is my salvation and my glory,
 the Rock of my strength, and my refuge, is in God.



Her dramatic flair perfectly symbolized how I desire my kids to act on the

 Path of Life.

Making your home sing Mondays

Hiking Life’s Path

Along with our lists of things we
have to do,
we all have those lists of things we
want to do.
This summer, a friend and I decided to
cross some of those
want to
 things off our list.
First thing on our list?
Hike to Mason Lake.
Anabelle, Alexander, Grace and Rebekah.
Can you tell which kids are mine?

Beautiful view of Mount Ranier,
click on pic to enlarge,
in case you wanna’.
Since the summer was overcast, cloudy and rainy,
we love any clear view of M’Lady of the PNW,
my personal nickname for this majestic mountain.
I know that’s cliche, but I think this is the mountain where the cliche began.

A flower I can’t identify and was too lazy to look up.
Another flower, but you knew that.
I just felt obligated to put text here.

These two had more energy than should be legally allowed.
The moms hiked too slow for them,
the teenagers hiked the right speed,
but didn’t like to have dirt scuffed on them.
So, the ‘tweeners hiked back and forth between the two groups,
alternatively concerning the moms-
“you’re too close to the edge”
“get down from that rock”
“don’t throw rocks down the mountain”
“don’t run you’ll f….oh, lemme help you up”
-and slightly annoying the  older sisters,
because younger kids feel obligated to do that.

A cool sign keeping us on the right path.
Proverbs 4:27
Do not turn to the right or the left;
Remove your foot from evil.
The physical path of our lives may not look as enticing,
but the Lord’s spiritual promises are the blooms along the trail.

Sometimes we forget He grooms the trail for us,
provides food and shelter along the way,
and shelters us from the storms. 
We stumble a few times,
get a few thorns and a few blisters,
and we’re ready to turn away.

Psalm 16:11
You will show me the
path of life;
In Your presence is fullness of joy;
At Your right hand are pleasures forevermore.

I felt like Heidi in the Alps.
The higher we went, the more flowers there were.
As we watch our kids walking the path of life,
most of us have this same desire for them.
Proverbs 4:14
 Do not enter the path of the wicked,
And do not walk in the way of evil.
The fearless, in-shape teenagers forged the way ahead.
They hiked and hiked and hiked.
They estimated the lake should be very close,
so asked the next group that hiked by,
“Where’s the lake?”
See the black and white jacket hanging on the bush?

Look what was just beyond the jacket.
DUH. 
The lake.
Yea, a totally dumb blond moment.
No, we didn’t tease the girls too much.
The victorious mothers,
Christine and Momma Mindy.
She’s the skinny, not-out-of-breathe one.
Hiking with Christine was like having my own personal cheerleader.
She knew my health limitations and patiently waited while
I caught my breath or waited for my heart rate to slow down.
She cared for me much the way the Lord watches for us on life’s path.
Psalm 142:3
When my spirit was overwhelmed within me,
Then You knew my path.

 

The hike was amazing.
We figured if we hadn’t been talking non-stop,
we might have hiked faster.
But, there’s nothing better than a girlfriend chat, is there?
There’s nothing better than a girlfriend who’s also a sister in the Lord.
We stopped to eat lunch on the rocks next to the lake.
It was my Amazing Grace’s 18th birthday.
Not sure what she was thinkin’,
but I was wondering how this amazing woman could be my daughter
and how she could be 18 already.
 Other than worrying about the rock-throwing kids
falling into the deep lake,
it was peaceful.
Oh, and other than the two barking, unleashed pit bulls lunging at our kids,
it was peaceful.
When we saw the dogs, knew exactly what to tell the kids.
Proverbs 1:15
My son, do not walk in the way with them,
Keep your foot from their path;
A good life lesson for encountering potential danger in life.
Isn’t it always easier downhill?
Once the mountain is scaled,
the uncertainty is gone and the descent is just retracing
what’s been revealed.
We don’t like walking by faith, but the Lord requires it of us.

Rebekah rejoices on the rock at the end of the trail.
 
Psalm 61:2
When my heart is overwhelmed;

Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.

Psalm 62:7
 In God is my salvation and my glory,
 the Rock of my strength, and my refuge, is in God.



Her dramatic flair perfectly symbolized how I desire my kids to act on the

 Path of Life.

Making your home sing Mondays

Sharing Some Blessing

Last year was a pretty hard year for our family.
We had a few severe trials.
As I am preparing for a new year,
I found myself a little fearful…
…a little worried about what the year would hold.
I’m usually not a worrier.
I don’t like to give something to the Lord in prayer,
and take it back with worry.
I usually don’t fear the future,
I trust Him for the path ahead.
I’ve even walked through times past where I had to take a step
and there wasn’t even ground underfoot
…yet.
For a few days fear and worry clouded my spiritual sight.
I began asking the Lord to speak to me through verses on prayer,
so I could trust anew that
He’ll hear and answer my prayers.
I also encouraged myself that
trials are good.
Trials are not a surprise to the Lord,
nor are they out of His will.
They are for His purpose and His glory.
I’ve also spend purposeful time listening to music
that will speak the Truth of God’s Word to my heart.
At the recent funeral of a dear friend, Becca,
another friend Jessica, from Blessed Beyond Measure,
beautifully sang “Blessings” by Laura Story.
Most of you probably have heard it.
But you might not have heard the story behind the song.
She shares her amazing testimony of the trial that led her to
write and record this song.
If that isn’t enough encouragement, you can read her bio here.
This song was written as a result of spiritual and physical agony,
when she and her husband found the answers they needed
from the heart of the Lord,
they poured this out to others.
Do you think her suffering has borne a lot of fruit?
2 Corinthians 1:3-5

 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ,
the Father of mercies and God of all comfort,
 
 who comforts us in all our tribulation,
that we may be able to comfort those who are in any trouble,
with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God. 
 
 For as the sufferings of Christ abound in us,
 so our consolation also abounds through Christ.
 
 
Hmmm….was that the Lord’s plan from the beginning?
It was the plan for His Son,
to use His sufferings to minister to others in need.
It can help us look at
our trials,
our sufferings,
our testings,
our struggles,
in a little different light.
If we turn to the Lord in all these hard things,
someday our sufferings will be used in the lives of others.
Instead of fear and worry,
I’m ready again to walk in faith into the new year.
Even if there isn’t ground underneath my feet
….yet.
Making your home sing Mondays

Think Inside the Box

When I saw these adorable boxes at Cash&Carry….

…I just had to buy them.
Then, I had to think
inside the box.

What could I fill them with for our graduation open house?

So, I bought all this,
divided it into these,
and cooked it in this.
Years ago I sent in enough box tops to get a microwave bowl
with the Peanuts gang and the Chex logo on it,
the perfect size to make one batch.
But after years of making pounds of the stuff,
the bowl literally burned in the microwave.
Now, the vintage Pyrex bowl  from my
sister-in-law Nita works perfectly.
It’s my new “Chex Bowl.”
Beka and I made eight batches.
Our tradition is to cut open a paper bag to cool the mix on.

Of course, I don’t always follow the recipe. 
I love using Bugles and colored Goldfish.
I also double the amount of seasoned salt and Worcestershire sauce.
Then we decorated with flowers I cut out using my new Cuddlebug.
After the mix was cooled, I put 3/4 cup into a fold-top sandwich bag
and sealed it with a twisty tie before putting it in the boxes.
(The zipper type bag didn’t fit into the box.)
I put the filled boxes into a cardboard box and put it in my freezer.
Chex mix doesn’t mold but gets stale, 
so I always make it ahead of time and keep it in the freezer.
Other than just being adorable,
having snacks in packages helps feed a crowd quickly.
I needed to keep the food line moving.
With a perfectly sized portion, there wasn’t any waste.
The extra boxes were taken to the end-of-the-year softball party.
Score again!
Because they were so fun to use,
I want to keep these boxes on hand for other special treats,
but I need more inspiration.
Think~
what would you put
inside the box?
Making your home sing Mondays

Super Mom Mode

Monday always sneaks up on parents who have relaxed over the weekend.
We’ve enjoyed our kids.
We might have watched a whole movie, beginning to end.
Maybe we skipped cooking and ate at a restaurant.
Maybe we even got to sleep in….
past 7am.
That’s the wonderful thing about weekends,
wonderful things happen in them.
The horrible thing about weekends
is that they are always followed by a
Monday.
Monday is always a reflection of
how much relaxing I did over the weekend
and
how many things I didn’t finish on last week’s To Do List.
It weekly shows up with
another To Do List,
another calendar full of activities,
and another set of problems that need to be solved.
This Monday was especially hard for me.
For the entire month of May I operated on
Super Mom Mode,
ya’ know,
those times when ya’ get so much done you amaze yourself?
As June began, I was on
Super Tired Mom Mode,
with too much to do and not knowing where to begin.
Summer is a different kind of busy for our family.
A “we-can’t-keep-track-of-it-all”
kinda’ busy.
So, hubby and I began with this.
On our bedroom wall.
We tracked all summer travels, company and events.
7 States
6 Family Members
5 Carry-on Suitcases
4 Kids Who Need Summer Clothes
3 Grandkids to Visit
2 Bible Camps Ministering at
1 Fun Summer
The calendar ain’t pretty, but it got the job done.
Then, I added this in the living room.
L to R
*tote to bring to grandkids
(cheaper to check-on as luggage than to mail stuff)
*brown bag of items buying for son going to Bible camp for 3 weeks
*tote for daughter going to two different Bible camps for 7 weeks
*messenger bag of activities for car for drive home from Bible camp
*laundry basket of items that need to go to Bible Camp with Mom and Dad
*luggage for Beka to go to California with Mom to attend birth of grandchild #3
It ain’t pretty, but it got the job done.
After almost a week of not blogging,
it took me all Monday
to 
to complete this blog post.
With one hour and one minute left of Monday,
it ain’t pretty, but I got the job done.
Yea, so that
Super Mom Mode
needs to make a superhero return,
‘cuz this Momma’s got a lot to organize
to get the summer fun underway.
Making your home sing Mondays

Running on Empty?

Running on empty? 
Pushing yourself through another Monday of another week?
Does your  To Do List
dwarf the strength you have  to do the To Do?
Mark 12 gives the perfect description of a disheveled soul.
A vineyard owner sent a servant to collect the fruit due him. 
Those taking care of the vineyard didn’t deal kindly with the servant.
Mark 12:3
And they caught him, and beat him, and sent him away empty.
We have all felt this way, beaten and empty,
facing another day only because we have to.
If the gas tank was leaking,
it would be foolish to keep adding gas.
We must give our souls the same concern as our cars.
When we are empty we must figure out why.
What have we been filling our tanks with?
Personal strength and abilities, worldly wisdom, caffeine and sugar, pride…
Not all sources of stamina are good,
especially apart from the Word of God.
This is our spiritual gas.
Ephesians 3:17,19

“… to know the love of Christ which passes knowledge;
that you may be filled with all
the fullness of God.”
What are we wasting our gas on?
Remember when we first got our driver’s license and our parents
nagged incessantly about not cruising Main and wasting their gas?
They were right.
Putting out energy just for the sake of putting out energy is a waste.
Our life is no different than our car.
Are we cruising to be Super Mom?
Are gifts and talents wasted on activities not led by the Lord?
Are we seeking after too much entertainment and fleshly enjoyment?
Why are we forgetting to refuel?
Sometimes, we’re driving in the right direction, but don’t check the gas gauge.
Are spiritual activities keeping us from filling up on the Word of God?
Have trials or physical sufferings kept us from refueling?
Check your gas tank.
Fill up the right octane.
Colossians 1:9
“We…do not cease to pray for you,
and to ask that you may be
filled with the knowledge of His will
in all wisdom and spiritual understanding.”
Philippians 1:11
Filled with the fruits of righteousness,
which are by Jesus Christ, unto the glory and praise of God.
2 Corinthians 7:4
 I am filled with comfort.
 I am exceedingly joyful in all our tribulation.


How much gas should we put in?
We love the perfect pump. 
Not $20.05, it has to be $20.00.   
We cringe especially at the $30.01,
begrudging that little penny, longing for nice round 00’s to fill out the final columns.
The Lord isn’t satisfied to just fill us up, He longs for us to be overflowing.

The first time he fed the multitudes there were leftovers. 
Matthew 14:20, “And they did all eat, and were filled:
…the fragments that remained twelve baskets full.”
The second time he fed the mutlitudes there were leftovers. 
Matthew 15:37, “And they did all eat, and were filled…
the broken meat that was left seven baskets full.”
Fill up on Him,
and He’ll tell you where to drive.
MomsTheWord
“That Christ may dwell in your hearts by faith…”

How’s Your Flock?

Proverbs 27: 23-24

Be diligent to know the state of your flocks,

And attend to your herds;


For riches are not forever,
Nor does a crown endure to all generations.

*****
I don’t see these verses as merely a discourse on goat herding. I’m not thinkin’  about a flock of sheep, either.

My flock is human, six beautiful, wonderful blessings from the Lord.

The crown isn’t for being a natural-born princess, it is for consecration to the King of Kings.  It is a crown indicating you are not of this world, your faith has given you heavenly royalty.

Unlike the Royal families in Europe, the spiritual crown of consecration to the Lord, is not passed on from generation to generation.  There are no guarantees that children will be in the family of God, just because you love Jesus and just because they were physically born in your family.

Karen, a beautiful Christian woman, once told me, “There are no grandchildren in the family of God.”

It is easy for a young parent to ASSUME that their faith will be assimilated, especially when children are very young and love to pray, love to sing Jesus songs. Maybe they just like the praise? Maybe they just like the attention? Maybe they just like to perform? We must not be so quick to assume they have spiritual understanding and that they really have spiritual appreciation for all that surrounds them.  We must be discerning.

Yes, advantage to being raised in Christian family, they are hearing and seeing the beautiful Gospel message each day.

Yes, important to have family altar, it can alter the family.

Yes, important to go to church and to be faithful to Bible teaching, because faith comes by hearing.  But, they still need to hear and then exercise their own faith.

But, you must understand, like every soul in the entire world, they have to make their own choice.


I recently read a rant against Christianity because we raise our kids and force them to follow our beliefs. He was missed the whole point of Christianity. Each person has to choose to become a Christian. We explain the two eternities of the argument and they have to choose.

In fact, we are more fair than the unbelievers, who only raise their kids with one choice and that is to ignore, distrust and/or hate the Lord.
We need to take this admonition to heart –

“Be diligent to know the state of your flocks.”
We need to be discerning about our children.  We need to pray the Lord will reveal any areas where they have been deceived by the wicked one.  We need to make sure a root of bitterness hasn’t sprung up, especially if we caused the growth.  We need to pray the Lord will help us to catch them in their sin, so we can root out evil in their lives.
My heart longs to pray even more diligently and more specifically for my children.  I am asking the Lord for verses to pray for each child.  I am asking for good communication, that we might learn to fellowship and not just talk.
I want my home to be singing with diligence, as I seek to know the state of my beautiful, blond flock.
*****
MomsTheWord

Secrets Revealed, Loneliness Healed

On Friday, I let you know I had a secret.
My husband had kept a secret from me,
and he’s usually not good about doing that.
If he buys a really good present,
he can’t wait until the holiday to give it to me.
He giggles and dances around like a little boy
who is expecting to get a present.
Except, he loves to give.
Wednesday, around noon, I had just finished homeschooling.
I was multi-tasking on the computer and the phone.
I heard a knock on the door and
Beka raced to open it.
I am over protective.
A strange man had been in my driveway about 30 minutes earlier,
and I didn’t want Beka to answer the door alone.
I chased her down the hallway, trying to get her to be quiet,
telling her we didn’t even have to answer the door.
Since we weren’t expecting anybody,
it was too soon for neighbor kids to play,
I explained  it had to be a salesman.
The knocking persisted.
I finally answered the door, with phone still in hand.
There stood my oldest daughter, Jana, her husband, Aaron,
and their two little monkeys, Brookelyn and Brayden,
who had flown in from California.
I kinda’ said, “HI,” all casual, 
but secretly trying to remember if I had forgotten their visit.
When I finally figured out it was a SURPRISE
I started screaming and crying.
They had video footage to prove it.
Thursday night, we took Jana and her husband out for coffee,
but it ended up being a trip to the airport to pick up Daniel,
the second born who lives in North Dakota.
My “Six of One, Half Dozen of the Other” were all together,
for the first time in several years.
Other than being puked on,
the worst thing about parenting is when they move out.
Well, I guess moving back in after moving out is more challenging,
but that’s another blog.
I just miss my crazy kids.
I really, really, really miss my kids.
This is just our children,
we left out the son-in-law, (photographer)
and the sleeping grandkids.
With work and nap schedules,
it was challenging to find a time to take group pics.
The motto in our family is
“You Wake ‘Em, You Take ‘Em,”
so nobody wanted to wake up the Crazy Babies,
even for pictures.
A can of Pirouette Cookies became a comedy routine.
As you could see on Friday,
my house isn’t clean when all the kids are home,
and it isn’t quiet.
But it is the most beautiful mess and noise for a mom.
We had our own Thanksgiving Dinner on Friday,
cooked by my children.
I got to set the table.
That’s my favorite part of a meal.
As we gathered around together,
laughing, sharing and thanking the Lord
for His goodness to His children,
our hearts were so full of love and gratitude.
We’ve already made one trip to the airport,
to return Dan to his regular life.
Jana and her family will leave today.
I will start a new week missing my kids.
Really, really missing my kids.
But I will choose to rejoice, because,
my children are all serving the Lord where He has called them.
My prayers can follow them,
guide them,
encourage them,
uphold them.
3 John 1:4
I have no greater joy
 than to hear
that my children
 walk in truth.
That’s the only balm for a Mommie’s achy heart and empty arms.
*****
MomsTheWord