It doesn’t seem that long ago, not five years! It’s hard to believe it’s been that long since I went into labor on May 17, 2005, after having my morning devotions. It was my third pregnancy, but the first that I didn’t have to have induced. I called my husband at work and he came home quickly. I did some touch ups on the house, while in labor, preparing for my Mother’s visit in just a few days. We got a friend to watch our other two children and off we went to the Lawrence Memorial Hospital. Leslie arrived less than two hours after I arrived. I had no epidural – in fact, no pain medicine at all! My doctor was wonderful, as were the nurses. To date, it’s been my best birth experience ever, but Laci’s would be a close second.

I’m so thankful for our Leslie Anne. She entered the world red-faced and screaming with passion. Thankfully, she no longer screams, but she still has passion. She cares about others and is aware of those around her. She works diligently on her school work and chores. She loves caring for her little sister. She once got on all fours to let her sister use her back as a step to get up on my bed. That’s Leslie – always willing to help others no matter how inconvenient. She is strong willed, and sometimes hard to instruct, but I like strong willed people. 😉  I’ve enjoyed being a part of Leslie’s life for these five years. I’m feel so blessed to be her mother! I love you, Leslie Anne!

Here are some photos of her day.

She asked to eat at China Panda for her birthday meal. The owner gave her this light up toy and played “Happy Birthday” in Chinese over the speaker system!

This headband was also a gift from the restaurant.
 
At home, we celebrated by opening her gifts then eating cake. I found her some clothing for her Barbie Doll online. These dresses were much more modest than what I found in Wal-M*rt.
Terry bought her this license plate for her bike and a princess phone. 🙂

Aunt Melanie lovingly cross-stitched this pillow case for her! It has Cinderella on it! 
And, her favorite gift, her Barbie bike helmet! She pointed it out to us in the store recently. It also came with a bike bell.

Her Barbie cake, which she also picked out: white cake with butter cream frosting.

The whole gang!

She got them all blown out! 

She couldn’t wait to have the toys from the top of the cake. Here she is playing with them while she ate. 
She also received sweet cards and some cash from great aunts, grandparents and friends. We are so blessed to have been granted five years with our little Leslie. She is a gift from the Lord, as are all of our children, and we know it is He that keeps her safe and healthy. We enjoy each day he gives us with our most precious treasures.

During the past two months, I have completed a Bible study on having a meek and quiet spirit – especially regarding homeschooling. I find it so easy to sigh, huff and puff, or even speak angrily to my children when we’re doing school work. I noticed that during the day, there were things that irritated me that had nothing to do with school. However, the irritation lasted during school and beyond. Here are a few things that helped bring peace to my life. These things didn’t solve all my meekness problems, but it helped, and I need all of that I can get! These have been small and inexpensive things to do in my home, but they have brought about some major improvements in my spirit!


1. Felt pads on the chairs. I hated hearing the grinding, sliding noise of the dining room chairs on the linoleum floor first thing in the morning. It set my teeth on edge. The felt pads cost less than $5 and took me 5 minutes to put on. It’s been so nice to not hear that noise first thing in the morning!

2. Assigned seats at the table. My children were constantly bickering at the table over whose seat was whose. Why I didn’t do this a long time ago, I don’t know, but I’m glad I did it now! Each child has a seat that my husband chose for them. They sit in their seat at every meal, or if we are at the table doing something else. No questions asked…and no bickering! 🙂
3. Assigned chores. I’ve tried many different chore methods over my 10 years of motherhood, and this one has worked the best. The children wear the “chore packs” and flip each card after the chore is completed. I no longer have to nag them about anything from brushing their teeth to feeding the dogs- the chore card in their pack does my “nagging”. I just make sure they grab their packs in the morning and evening. There are special jobs for them to do on Saturday, as well. It’s been low maintenance on my end, and I love that! I have to tweak the system now and then, but over all, it runs itself. I even purchased a subscription to the online version of this system, and that was money well spent! I can print out “picture cards” for my two non-readers!

4. Water color paints. I bought them at Wal-M*rt for a dollar. They’ve given my three year old hours of happiness! Money well spent! She will sit at the table and work on her “paintings” for an hour or more at a time. This can also be said of play-dough and cutting! It’s been great to have her busy on something and not have to stand over her. I can be in and out of the room with out worry. 🙂

I wish these things had eliminated my fear of not being meek. They haven’t. But they have helped me get closer to my goal of being a meek and quiet homeschooling mom and wife. I just keep wondering, what took me so long? Oh well, better late, than never! 🙂

It’s hard to believe that two years ago, my husband and I were unloading our U-Haul truck and meeting the people of Grace Baptist Church for the first time. They definitely seem like part of my family now. Two years really isn’t a long time when you think of the tenure of a ministry. Yet, when you have invested your life – your heart, your soul, your sweat, your tears – into people it seems like a great length of time.

In some ways, these two years have flown by! My little Leslie turned three the day after we moved in, she will be five now! The photos of our children two years ago reveal dramatic changes in height, hair color and length, teeth missing, and older faces. Our church is different too! We have more people than we did those first few weeks here. We have new faces in the crowd! We have seen some souls saved and even some new ministries added. We have faced some trials, but we face those no matter where we live. My husband and I have drawn closer together in the past two years – something that I hope will happen more each year! 🙂 We have also seen God bless us in other extraordinary ways, for which I am truly thankful.

When my husband took his first pastorate in October of 2005, I made a very important decision. I decided, that whether our parsonage or new city was wonderful or not, I was going to like it. A wife’s outlook is so important on her husband, especially if your husband is in the ministry. Many times, my husband preaches or counsels or gives of himself to people, only to get hurt in return. Many times the various burdens of the ministry press heavily upon him, till he nearly breaks. He tells me he’s tired; he’s ready to quit. Sometimes, I feel the same way, and wonder why he couldn’t have become an electrician? But one of us is always there to say, “No, we can’t quit. Let’s pray. Let’s rest and see how it looks tomorrow.” And when tomorrow comes, we are glad we didn’t let the other one quit. I told Terry upon our arrival in Texas, that I wasn’t going to look for the “easy way out” if things got tough. I told him I wouldn’t encourage him to leave when problems came. (You see, I hadn’t always been this way, I’m sorry to say.) “Terry,” I said one night, “I’m digging my heels into this brown Texas soil, and I’m staying unless God says move.”I didn’t love everything about Texas, but when I saw something I didn’t like, I tried to purposely look for the positive.

Here we are, some two years later, and we’re not in Texas anymore. I’m an Arkansas girl, so naturally, I love Arkansas! But, it’s not perfect. There are things here that I do not like. I’m having to tell myself and my husband, “I’m digging my heels in the rich Arkansas soil and I’m staying!” I’m having to look for the positive. I’m having to take each new trial and each new battle one step, one day at a time. I’m learning to trust my Savior more.

Ministry work is slow work. It takes years to build people, to build trust, and to earn respect. I wish it would happen quicker, but it doesn’t. The oak tree doesn’t grow tall in a year and neither does a ministry. However, just as you see tiny shoots in a garden before you enjoy the fruit of it, so goes the ministry! God allows us to see glimpses of the tiny shoots of a strong ministry springing forth from His foundation. This keeps us going! It often grows in ways that only God can see, but I’m so thankful He lets us have a peek at the results now and then.

Two years isn’t much, but we’ve seen God do great things in just two years. I pray for God’s strength to serve many more years in His work here at Grace. I hope the Lord allows me to be here to see the mighty oak that His church can become.

Happily in His service,

Acts 20:37-38 And they all wept sore, and fell on Paul’s neck, and kissed him, Sorrowing most of all for the words which he spake, that they should see his face no more…


This past week, I discovered that I had been removed by four Facebook friends! FOUR! Okay, one of them I had never met, but the other three I knew personally. There was no inbox message explaining why I was being removed. They didn’t even say goodbye! Just poof! I’m off their list! One friend I did end up writing to and found out it had been a Facebook glitch, so I was re-added, but the others? I have no idea. I don’t even know if I should bother contacting them. I mean, I don’t want to force a reason from them and get hurt. So, for now, I’m leaving it alone.

When I read these verses about Paul, about how those he ministered with would sorrowing that “they should see his face no more”, it gave me pause. Would it be that way if I left those I serve with here in Hope? Would others be sorry they wouldn’t get to see me, or talk to me again? To be frank, I want to be missed! I want people to be distraught over my absence! Okay, I exaggerate. A little. But what if I’m not who I want to be? What if I’m the kind of person that people just tolerate in the spirit of Christian kindness? I sure hope it isn’t the latter! But, most people aren’t going to say, “I’m sorry, I avoid you because you’re irritating.”

This whole Facebook “friend removal” thing got me to thinking, do people feel better off without me in their lives? I was staring that reality in the face this week. In fact, I was nearly hyperventilating!  I want to serve and help others; I want only kind words to flow from my lips or keyboard. I want to be someone people would “sorrow” over if I moved away.

I have some dear friends and family that live far away. I know how hard it is to say goodbye to them, I know what it feels like to sorrow over someone’s moving away. But, do they…miss me? I don’t know. I’ve been grappling over it for a while and I’ve decided a couple of things.

#1. I cannot control what others’ think of me, I can only control me. I hope I’ve been living for others enough already that there are people who feel genuine love and friendship for me. Whether they feel like that now or not, I want to start today to do more for others, to think of others, to show others I care.

#2. If someone doesn’t like my personality, that’s sad, but I have to be me. Some personalities just don’t mesh with one another. It’s just a fact of life. I can’t be offended if someone prefers say, a quitter, less opinionated kind of person. Each of us has the right to choose our friends.

I want to work harder at loving, listening to and learning about those around me. I want them to see something different in me, something that points to Christ. And, I’ll be honest…I wanna be missed!

Hello, dear readers, thanks for hanging with me during this transition time. I just wanted to send a word out to anyone who used to subscribe to my other site – which is still this site, but powered by a different host – as if that makes any sense! Anyway, just wanted to let you know that if you subscribed to this blog on my old format, you will no longer be receiving that subscription. Because this site is now powered by Blogger, you must re-subscribe. There is a place to do just that on the right hand sidebar. You can also become a “follower” and receive updates that way.

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Today is our last day of the 2009-2010 school year. I can only say one word about it: Wow! I began this past school year after spending about four and half months reading and researching the Charlotte Mason method of homeschooling. Last year, I found myself dragging through each day with little joy in my role as a homeschooler. With a two year old, three year old, first grader and fourth grader, I never had any down time. I spent four hours each morning teaching my fourth grader using the Abeka curriculum. I also crammed in an hour in the morning teaching first grade to my son. My two toddlers spent the day roaming – most of the day they played together, more often they gravitated toward the TV. My husband sometimes took them to his office to play while he worked. In fact, as the year wore on, and I wore out, he did it more and more. This added guilt to my already over-worked brain and body. I needed help! I decided that I either needed a full-time tutor to teach my kids so I could enjoy my two babies (to me they were babies, anyway), or I needed a curriculum that would not tie me down; something that I didn’t have to spoon feed to my children. What would I do when they were all school age?

I fell in love with Abeka after using the video program (yes, I’m dating myself – no DVDs then!) during my last three years of high school. I had convinced myself that it was simply the best out there. And, it is an excellent curriculum. If you only have a few children, or are not a perfectionist with more than a few children, you should check into using this material. I still love it, especially their phonics program. I was, however, at my wit’s end as the 2009 school year came to a close. I could no longer spend hours drilling, lecturing, grading, reading, lecturing, drilling, and so forth, as the Abeka program dictates. I needed to spend some time with my 2 and 3 year olds also! I needed some energy for the end of the day when I faced the laundry, cooking, and cleaning. My husband needed a wife to spend time with and talk with at the end of the day, not a wet noodle. We had tried using the Abeka DVD program in years past, but that, too, requires a lot of supervision, especially for younger ones.
Enter, Charlotte Mason.
I had heard of Charlotte Mason, the 19th century British educator, and of her teaching method, since before I started homeschooling. Miss Mason believed that children should experience learning for themselves by doing, rather than by sitting in a dull classroom for hours each day. The only textbook she used was for mathematics. All other textbooks she referred to as “twaddle”. She preferred using what she called “living books”. These were books written about one main topic and by only one writer who deeply loved his subject matter. She let children tell her what they were learning, or write about it, rather than take long tests which were limited to whatever the teacher felt the child should know. She called this “narration”. She loved taking her students out on nature walks, having them observe God’s creation for themselves. They kept journals of what they saw with either real samples of nature, such as a pressed leaf or flower, or a drawing of something, like a tree or insect. Her students did “picture study” where they admired and observed artwork by a famous artist. They enjoyed memorizing poetry and listening to classical music. After reading about this method in more detail last summer, I was sold! I imagined us out on nature walks, reading good books aloud and individually, listening to Mozart, and having my children narrate to me about what they were learning in science and history. It was picture perfect…in my own head.
Things went along pretty well in August, September and October. I was struggling a bit with not having a lesson plan already prepared that told me each day’s activities, but I was adapting. I didn’t realize that I should have written out a detailed plan myself! This had always been done by Abeka before! The course of study was already laid out for me. I knew by looking at their science textbook’s table of contents what topics should be learned for each grade. With Charlotte Mason, you must make out your own course of study – for each student, in each subject – or be content with just winging it day by day.
This was definitely a year of learning. But I’m fairly certain that I learned more than my children. They did learn. We enhanced our vocabulary by reading some wonderful books as a family. They spent time out of doors, observing nature, something they would not have done without Charlotte Mason. However, when I learned in late November I was expecting my fifth child the following July, my “picture perfect” homeschooling life was turned on its head. I fought terrible morning – or should I say all day – sickness. I battled extreme fatigue. I fought two urinary tract infections. And school, which depended solely upon me, was lagging, to put it mildly.
I learned that I can’t “wing it”.
I needed a plan to refer to during these sick days, but I had none. My children forged ahead in math and English using the textbooks I had purchased for these core subjects. They continued to read good books. I graded and answered questions the best I could. Science and history were non-existent. So was spelling. Nature study? Seldom. Picture study? Nope. Music? Uh-uh. Poetry? Nada. And, did I mention we tried three different approaches to learning Math over the year? No? Well, yeah…we did. (blushing)
I was learning that I had made bad choices. I was learning that my personality likes organization too much to go into Charlotte Mason-style schooling without a better plan. It was driving me crazy! I felt like a failure. I collapsed in Terry’s office one afternoon, in tears, explaining how terribly I had ruined this school year. I was hoping he would say, “It’s okay, we have the money to just pick up with Abeka and finish this year. Next year, we’ll figure out something better.” I was worried he might say, “What’s the number for the Christian school in town?”
He said neither.
Instead, he said, “Valerie, we have to just make do with what we have purchased. We cannot afford to change to Abeka.”
I was crushed. I had messed up, and now I had to be reminded of my mistakes for the rest of the year.
We plodded along. Sickness hit our family again. This time, a trip to the ER when my youngest had a febrile seizure. I caught the virus she had and it stayed with me for eight long days. We had interruptions and then more interruptions.
I sat up late one cold February night, unable to sleep. I surfed the internet. I prayed. I thought about the baby that was on his way. I prayed. I thought about homeschooling next year. I prayed. I thought about what a failure I had been. I worried that my kids wouldn’t do well on the state mandated standarized test. I prayed. Suddenly, I remembered a curriculum that I had used most of my school days in the Christian school I had attended. It was called Accelerated Christian Education, or A.C.E. I Googled them. Yep, they were still around. I browsed some more. They were pretty affordable. As I recalled, the student did most of his work independently. He set his own goals in each subject, called PACEs, and even graded his own work. When he completed a PACE, he took the test. If he passed, he received a star to go on a chart – a visual reminder of work accomplished and progress he’d made. Then, he got a new PACE for that subject. This goes on all year, for a total of 12 PACEs per subject. When I used A.C.E., there was no literature program, now there was! This made this program even more appealing. My kids could do much of their work on their own! This would free me up to spend time nursing our new baby, teaching Kindergarten to our five year old, and reading to my three year old! I might even get the laundry done! I sat in the glow of the computer light and smiled from ear to ear! Was this an answer to my prayers? I believed it was! I decided to talk to Terry about it in the morning. I didn’t think he would trust me to make another curriculum change, but I would just talk it over and see. If he didn’t trust my feminine judgment, well, I couldn’t blame him!
Next morning, I broached the subject with him. After explaining how it worked, he startled me with his response. “Sounds great! Just having fewer books to deal with sells me on it! I’m sick of the stack of books and papers that we had with Abeka.” We agreed to get a few subjects using ACE to finish out this school year. This would allow the kids to get familiar with the program and would also serve as a “test run”. If we saw multiple problems in our test run, we would go back to the drawing board for the 2010-2011 school year.
Today, my children completed their final PACE tests! They struggled some with the “working independently” part of the program at the beginning, but they are adjusting. This is one area in which I would like to see them improve! They cannot depend on me forever; they must use initiative to discover some things on their own. I was here to guide and assist them, but I didn’t have to “spoon feed” them. I have actually gotten to enjoy my younger children since we started using the ACE program. It isn’t perfect, but then, no program is.
As I look back across this year, I see so much that I have learned. I don’t even feel as much of a failure anymore. I believe that this whole educational experiment has been worth it just to see what kind of a teacher I am. I now see my weaknesses, therefore, I can see what I need to correct to better help my children. I can see how to better use my strengths.
So, as I look back, I’m reminded of the words of Thomas Edison. After trying 10,000 different filaments for his yet-to-be-invented light bulb, he is known to have said, “I haven’t failed, I’ve found 10,000 ways that don’t work.” After trying, what feels like 10,000 ways to homeschool this year, I see that I haven’t failed. I’ve simply found what didn’t work.

Happily on summer break,


Hello! If you are a returning visitor to my blog, you will notice that things are looking quite different. My look is totally new. My archives are no more. My web address, however, is the same. It’s like I’m starting a brand new blog, but I’m not.

I began my site, valeriebasham.com, over a year ago with the help of a good friend. That good friend decided that he was tired of working on websites, so I was left to fend for myself. I soon found myself drowning in a sea of web design – plugins, upgrades, php code – I didn’t know where to begin to run my own site. It was as though our mechanic started working on our car, but decided mid-way through that he had to stop, so he handed me the wrench! I blog because I enjoy writing, period. Writing is a release for me; it’s therapeutic. Web design is definitely not my thing. It turns out even my web guy didn’t like it! 😉 I’ll admit, I liked the old look. I enjoyed making a little money from the ads on the old site. I enjoyed the “spiffy” appearance of Word Press. However, when it comes down to it, I enjoy writing a whole lot more than owning a cool looking website. And yes, I like writing even if I don’t make money doing it.
With the help of another friend, I’ll be changing my look even more. I will try to place some of my old content on this new theme. I hope you will be able to find your way around without a problem, and leave me comments with ease. (I absolutely LOVE hearing from you!) It will take time to get it all working just right, but in the long run, this will be a low maintenance site that will allow me the time and freedom just to write.
In another season of my life, I might have been able to learn to maintain the Word Press site. But, right now, it wasn’t possible. I have four young children. I homeschool. I am expecting my fifth child in ten weeks. And, above all of that, I am the Bishop’s wife! 🙂 I must keep my priorities in order. Blogging, and certainly web design, are at the bottom of the heap.
It was fun to have that spiffy site. I learned some things that I wouldn’t have otherwise. But now I have a chance to start over. I have a new “notebook” full of blank pages! I can’t wait to fill them up! I hope you will be back to see what develops. I’m sort of curious about it, myself!
With great anticipation about the future,

 

Lauren has been such a blessing to me! She is taking on more and more responsibility around the house and learning new chores, such as organizing various areas of our home.
I snapped this photo of her after she had worked very hard straightening out our video cassette tapes and DVDs. I wish I had thought to take a “before” photo! It was a crazy mess! The little girls had jumbled up the videos and DVDs, removing tapes and DVDs leaving a pile of empty cases and covers. Lauren matched them up and placed them neatly in their cabinet. Since she’s straightened it out, she’s been watching over it carefully to keep it neat. I am so proud of her great organization as well as her responsibility over this new area. (Without my asking!)
I’m so thankful for all of my children, but I’m especially proud of how Lauren helps me keep this house in order. This is an area in her life that I see growing and improving constantly! I just don’t know what I’d do without her helping hands. 🙂

 

I cannot believe that God has blessed me with four beautiful children! I can so vividly recall my own childhood, with minute detail, that I can’t believe I haven’t been a child for *cough cough* years!
I was genuinely shocked to learn this past November that we were expecting our fifth child. I was surprised by all of them, but especially this one. I suppose it is because I always thought that a woman who had five -or more- children was truly a mother of a large family. Five was my “magic number”. I couldn’t believe that the God of Heaven, who sees me and all of my shortcomings, would allow me to have a large family.
You see, I fail a lot. I see other women who always use a soft voice and never seem to grow angry. My own mother was this way. She could be firm, but never seemed to lose control of her words. I often fight losing control! I have to almost bite my tongue…literally. Okay, not literally, I mean , I may look crazy, but I’m really not. I see you shaking your heads in disbelief! But really, I’m not crazy.
I often grow tired of the million-and-one questions that my children ask me, and I want to say “NO MORE!”  Truthfully? I don’t know what those towers are with the flashing lights on them at night. I don’t know if the KFC bucket on their sign should be rotating. I don’t know how to draw a person. I don’t know, and I often feel stupid for not knowing. My own mother would have had some kind of answer for these queries. Even if she didn’t know the answer, she would have tried. She would never have said “I don’t know” and left it at that. I will say, however, that I have tried to vary my response from the usual “I don’t know”. I now have a new one:
“Ask your Dad.”
I don’t like being called on to work when I’m sick, yet I often must muddle through in exactly such times. I never saw my own mother “muddle”. She seemed to attack each new day with vim and vigor, even when she was ill.
I get tired of the spills, mud on the floor, bickering, whining…and the list goes on and on. I often feel like I’m the perpetual “bad guy”. I’m always the one saying “No” or “Finish that work up” or “Have you done your chores?” or “You must remember to say_____” (whatever). By the end of the day, when I should be ready to have fun with my kiddos, I just want a nap! So, yep, you guessed it, Dad goes out and has fun with them. I don’t get the nap, but I do get another load of laundry done, or dinner started.  And as I stand at the kitchen window and glance out, I see that I’m missing the best part of being a mother: the laughter and smiles that will soon be all grown up.
 
See? If you were the Lord, would you make me a mother again? After all of these failures?
Me neither.
Yet, in His great mercy and yes, to my amazement, His wisdom, He is blessing our home a fifth time. I am humbled and truly grateful, because even with all of my mistakes and faults, I love being a Mother.
I love getting the flowers (weeds) that they bring to me in their pudgy fists. I love smelling their clean smell after their baths. I love being the recipient, and often the subject, of their artwork. I love hearing them laugh. I love getting their hugs and cuddles. I love hearing them say, “I love you, Mommy.”  And I love saying back, “Oh sweetheart, I love you, too.”
With each pregnancy, I get a little more nervous than the previous one. I think it’s because I get more knowledge with each one of what could go wrong, so I’m more aware of the possibilities. In talking with my husband about this, he replied “Valerie, just because our children were born healthy doesn’t mean that it’s guaranteed they’ll stay that way. We have to trust the Lord to take care of the health of the born and the unborn in our family. We also have to trust that He will give us the grace to walk the valley if they are not healthy.” Truer words were never spoken. All I have now is because of Him: health, finances, friends, family, possessions – it’s all because of Him. I have earned none of it, nor do I deserve it.  I must trust Him with this unborn child, just as I must trust Him with my four other children.
This was illustrated to me so clearly just a few weeks ago. I had just finished up lunch when I found my baby girl (age 3) lying on the floor, eyes open, slightly jerking and unable to speak. At first  I thought she was just playing a game, but soon realized something, though I didn’t know what, was very wrong. I called 911 and frantically spoke to the operator. They dispatched an ambulance. My husband was gone and my children and I were hysterical. (I was supposed to be calm, I’m the Mom. Well, I blew it again.) I didn’t know if I should do CPR? The Heimlich? Or, was I simply watching my baby girl die? I didn’t know. All I could do was call 911, wait, and pray.
Laci was okay. It turns out she was having a seizure. I have a nephew who has them occasionally, but I had never seen him have one, so I had no idea what it looked like. She had caught a virus, which caused her temperature to go up from 99 degrees, to over 102 degrees in a matter of minutes. After she came to in the hospital, I helped her change her clothes. She was burning up, very pale and very weak. Yet, in her weakness, she leaned over to me, wrapped her arms around my neck and said “Mommy, I just love you so much.” I didn’t deserve her love! I fail everyday. When she got sick, I panicked; I should have handled it better, but she loved me anyway. It was a moment I will never forget.
As I was on my knees beside her shaking body -not knowing what to do, and literally rubbing the tops of my feet so hard on the carpet that I got rug burns – I realized that my children are in His hands. God could have taken Laci home that day. She is His, not mine. He is just letting me borrow her. I love her more than my own life, as I do all of my children, but I do not own her. She is His. I can only trust Him that, should the health or even the life be taken from my family, I will have His grace to uphold me. In fact, I can’t even really trust Him without His help.
As I reflect on motherhood, I come to a few conclusions.
  • I couldn’t be a mother without God allowing it.
  • I cannot do this job of mothering  without His help.
  • I must trust Him for everything in my life and, especially as I try to be the right kind of  mother.
  • This time of having children at home will end, no matter how many children He gives me, so I want to enjoy them while I can.
I’m going to try to forgive myself for being such a rotten Mom. I know the Lord has, so I want to as well. I want to stress about mud less and enjoy laughing more. I want to say the right thing the first time. I want to show gratitude for all He has given me each and every day, because it all belongs to Him.

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I have been chipping away at the meekness Bible study I’ve been working on. I recently completed chapters on organization, anger and dying to self.  I found all of these to be relevant in my battle to overcome my lack of meekness.

Disorganization steals a meek and quiet spirit by creating  unnecessary chaos in our lives. How often have I groaned with displeasure upon opening a closet in my kids’ rooms and being greeted with toys, clothes, and books falling out? Too many! My response is usually not one of meekness! I’m learning through the study that by dealing with such clutter and disorganization, I can greatly reduce my non-meek responses. Of course, there will always be the unexpected mess or periods of disorder in my life, but if it is seldom, I am more likely to deal with it in the right way. I have recently, after prayer and discussion with my husband, invested in a new chore system for our family. I will try to post my thoughts as we implement it in the coming weeks. I’m hoping we will all be well adjusted to the system by the time our fifth blessing arrives in July.

Anger is something else that I deal with all too often. Most of the time, I don’t show it outwardly, I just think angry thoughts and huff and puff. But, it’s still anger. Usually, I get angry when I am tired or very stressed about something. For instance, I find myself getting angry very easily when I am packing to move or to go on vacation. Messes, interruptions or questions during such times distract me from my job – to pack – and I do not respond quietly.

I have also found myself getting angry when my children forget a task or chore that I have assigned them, or if they perform the work poorly. Mrs. Maxwell pointed out that this anger is caused by having expectations that are too high for my kids. If I expect them to do the job perfectly, and they do not, I am angry because my expectations are not met. If, however, I expect them to need reminding or extra training, then I will not become upset when that is needed. This was an eye opener for me! I am praying about this, and trying to become aware of my expectations for each of the children and checking to see if I am expecting too much.

I’ve also found the chapter on dying to self very helpful. Many times, my meekness flies out the window when I feel abandoned, neglected or invisible. I begin to “make a show” by being angry just to get some much needed help. In these moments, I am placing myself above everyone else, and not dying to self. I am trying to meet my own needs rather than the needs of others. I need to do better in this area, as well. I am blessed with a husband who tries to lift the load for me, when he can. At night, he often bathes the little girls for me, since bending over is hard to do for a woman who is six months along in a pregnancy. He will also help me fold laundry at night or clean up after supper. I asked him if he did these things because I griped to him, or if he was just doing it to show love. He said it was to show love – though I know at times I have complained about my jobs. I must be careful to guard my tongue concerning my work. I am asking the Lord to help me to do my work with a cheerful heart. (I’m also asking for more energy so that I will not get tired so quickly! 🙂  )

Recently, I received some bad news, in fact it made me upset. Without thinking first, I allowed others in the family to see my disappointment and frustration. I failed the test! This wasn’t a situation involving my children or disorganization or anything else that is covered in the Bible study. It was just one of those times when I should have responded with a meek and quiet spirit -or at least walked away until I had regained my composure – but I didn’t. I am so disappointed in myself that I failed, yet, I am glad that I caught it right away and made it right with the Lord and my loved ones. I am glad I noticed it so that (I hope) I will not make that mistake again.

But thou, O Lord, art a God full of compassion, and gracious, longsuffering, and plenteous in mercy and truth. – Psalm 86:15

I’m so thankful for my gracious, long-suffering Savior! Thank you, Lord, for putting up with me.

Valerie