Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Three Young Black Men

While I know that race shouldn't matter, it does. I HATE that it does. But it does...

 We are raising up three God-fearing, wonderful, respectful, kind young men. We are doing everything in our power to guide them into becoming loving, productive Christian young men. We teach them right from wrong according to the Bible. We do our best to set an example of Christ-like living. We teach them to pray, to ask for and give forgiveness, to work hard, to be a good friend, to care about people, to show God's love. We go to the extent of monitoring television, movies, all technology, we homeschool, we attend church twice a week, we pray and read the Bible as a family, all to maintain a very high standard of value's and moral's. We are doing the best we can to raise our children up into who God intends them to be.

That being said there is one thing that, like it or not, we have to take into consideration, especially as they grow into young men. They are black, yes they are also white, but they will be classified by most people who "see" race as being black. Last night the announcement was made that the police officer Darren Wilson, who shot 12 times and killed, eighteen year old young black male Mike Brown, would not be indicted. Yes Mike Brown committed a crime and resisted arrest, however he was unarmed and put his hands up to show submission and was still shot 12 times! Yes he put himself in this situation. But don't we all make mistakes? I know I did, and I know many other people who did, especially when they were young. We're still here. This seems to be the trend though, that if a young black man makes a bad choice and winds up in an encounter with the police, it is very likely that they may end up dead.

So yes we are doing our best to raise up three strong, Godly young men. God help us as a nation to do something so that I don't have to be concerned that they may face adversity solely because of the color of their skin.

If only we saw the world like this...
“Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.”
Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Grace and Mercy

So I'm reading a book called "What's so amazing about Grace" by Philip Yancey. You should read it.
Grace:generosity of spirit: a capacity to tolerate, accommodate, or forgive people.
 
Of course this is only one definition, but I love the point of "generosity of spirit".  Grace is a gift, it cannot be bought or earned, if these are required it is not grace. I found there were many definitions of this word, but to me it is the unmerited, undeserved love, forgiveness, favor, and kindness of God. So saying that it is generosity of spirit would best describe it. It is exhibiting characteristics only God can create, but that we have in us through his spirit. And then, if we are like Christ, lavish on everyone we come in contact with.
 
If God has found a way to forgive me, for all that I have done and to still love me, and think precious thoughts toward me, and to have a future and a hope that He Himself has planned for me, how can I not pass this same grace onto others, the best I know how? I don't deserve God's grace, none of us do, but if we refuse to offer others that same grace, are we not renouncing the very grace that saves us?

It struck me in the middle of the night last night, we often offer the most Grace toward a person, at their funeral...When it doesn't matter anymore. Extending someone grace does nothing for the giver, but much for the receiver. It can relieve guilt and burden, it can set people free, it can open a person's eyes to the heart of God. It can bring amazing blessing into some one's life. Yet we often wait until a person has passed away to offer a generous spirit toward them, to offer words of accolade,  to tell them why we love them, what we love about them, what they contribute to the world. We wait until they pass to be understanding of who they were and the life that they lived, to truly try and see the trials and the choices that they had to walk through, and to acknowledge their strength. We wait until they have passed to finally forgive and allow them to "rest in peace", many times assuming that they will be dealt there judgement now, so we can stop trying to judge them ourselves, when it wasn't our job to judge them to begin with. Wouldn't it mean so much more to do all of this before someone has passed and allow them to see Christ in us, and allow them to rest in peace among the living...

Monday, March 3, 2014

Just a country girl... Trying to live a simple life

I spent most of my childhood barefooted and outdoors. I loved the feel of the cool grass between my toes. I miss washing the grass stains from the bottoms of my feet at the end of each day. I climbed tree's with my brothers. We picked berries and ended up with the best smoothies ever and purple fingers! We caught frogs together, some were no bigger than the end of our fingers. We played in the sandbox and swung and climbed. We rode our bikes to the country store a couple miles away and bought treats. We helped my Grandpa stack wood, pull weeds and clean fish. I remember my Grandma canning and cooking and helping her hang clothes on the line. I remember raking leaves and jumping in the piles. Fishing with my dad grandpa was a special treat. Playing in the snow, even when it got dark, building some awesome snowmen and snow sculptures. Sledding and rubbing snow in our faces so we'd look cold and get hot cocoa when we went inside. Oh how I miss those days...

Now I am trying to create a similar life for my children. The world seems to keep speeding up and never stops. I want to learn to slow down and enjoy my world, let the rest of the world have their hyper speed lives. It's not for me. I want to enjoy my kids and all that God has placed here for us to experience.

I want to learn to slow down and experience God's presence everyday, in all the ways that I can.