Banking It For Lottie

Although it arrived several weeks after Christmas, Nicholas eagerly ripped open the gift just delivered to him. The torn paper revealed a bank that counts coins as they are deposited. Immediately, Nicholas gave the jar a purpose: to hold his Lottie Moon Christmas Offering. And almost as quickly, he began filling it with coins.

One hundred percent of money designated for the Lottie Moon Offering supports Southern Baptist missionaries living across the world telling others about Jesus. Mike and his parents were some of the recipients of this fund for many years while missionaries in Rome, Italy.

The tradition of collecting money for this offering is not new for our family. About eight years ago, we declared a small baby food jar as our Lottie Moon bank. It quickly became one of our standard holiday decorations, as necessary an adornment as the stockings on the mantel. The little bank held coins from Thanksgiving to Christmas, when they were then placed in the offering plate at church.

Last year, however, Nicholas was not satisfied with the amount collected. Therefore, as soon as he received the new bank, he determined to save coins for Lottie Moon all year long. Month after month, he faithfully filled the jar with coins found in parking lots, given by relatives, and received as change from his purchases.

When he bought his brothers’ Christmas gifts, he received around seventy-five cents in change, only to then realize he had been overcharged. When the wrong was corrected, he received close to another seventy-five cents in change. Even though the mishap resulted in an abnormal amount of coins, he refused to withhold money for himself. Every quarter, dime, nickel, and penny went into the bank, just as they had for the past ten months.

Generosity is contagious. Brandon determined to put a day’s wage from his bimonthly job towards Lottie Moon. Zachary gave a portion from his own bank as well. Their benevolent spirits encourage us as parents, who tend to see both the best and worst in our children.

Nicholas modestly presented his donation at church today with a sense of satisfaction and peace; he had fulfilled his personal commitment and seen our own family contribution to this worthwhile offering increase.

His bank is now empty, but his goal remains unchanged. The next coin he finds, receives, or earns – as well as all others collected throughout the upcoming year – already has a home in his coin-counting jar!

“So let each one give as he purposes in his heart, not grudgingly or of necessity.”
2 Corinthians 9:7a

Hot Chocolate Inheritance

On cold, December nights when there are no holiday parties, basketball practices, or other seasonal activities to attend, we take advantage of treasured family time together and watch our favorite Christmas movies while indulging in mugs of hot chocolate. Without failure, a son or two or three will declare:

“Mom, you make the best hot chocolate!”

Ahh… these seven words bring a smile to my face and satisfaction to my sentimental soul!

My homemade hot chocolate recipe is one inheritance from my dear mother-in-law, whose 70th birthday would have been today. She passed along to me her simple, yet tasty cocoa instructions which I have been using faithfully for seventeen winters.

Long gone are the days of opening a little packet and adding hot water. Our sons have now been exposed to enough varieties of hot chocolate to know that none compare in sweet, chocolaty flavor to ours.

Whenever the boys compliment me on my hot chocolate, I seize the opportunity to tell them a little more about their Grandmother who has been in Heaven for over fifteen years. And then I agree with them; it is the best hot chocolate!

I take pride in our tasty treat not because I am a great chef or a super mom – I’m not - but because sharing one of my much loved mother-in-law’s “sweet” traditions with my own sons makes me feel a little closer to her.

Oh, how I yearn for her compassionate and loving presence on earth, her godly wisdom, her sweet smiles and gentle hugs. But she is in our hearts and on our minds throughout the holidays and all year long, including every time we sit down and enjoy a delicious mug of warm cocoa!

Time has changed packaging sizes on some products, requiring slight adaptations to the recipe, but this is the original version:

Irene’s Hot Chocolate Mix:

One 32 oz. can of Nestle Nesquik
One 16 oz. jar of coffee creamer
One 1 lb. box of powdered sugar
One box of dry milk that makes 8 quarts

Combine all ingredients in a large bowl. Store in a gallon-size container. For each cup of hot chocolate, fill mug about ¼ full of the mix. Add hot water and enjoy!

“A good man” - and woman – “leaves an inheritance to his children’s children.” Proverbs 13:22a

Our Unspoken (Until Now!) Christmas Tradition

‘Tis the season for traditions! Perhaps no other time of the year hosts such an abundance of holiday rituals as the month of December. Some of our favorites include decorating the tree, watching holiday movies, hanging ornaments on the advent calendar, baking once-a-year goodies, attending various festivities, and, of course, rising unusually early on Christmas morn for a day full of family fun.

In the midst of a multitude of traditions, one has crept into our home quite unexpectedly and with little fanfare – the tradition of placing the first gift under the Christmas tree. No one anticipates who will be the recipient of that first gift, but all are eager to buy, wrap, and place a gift under the tree before any other family member.

It began with Mike who, as soon as the tree was up, the decorations were in place, and the empty boxes were returned to the garage, would sneak out to his car and reappear with several wrapped gifts for me. After a few years, I began purchasing at least one gift before we decorated in order to be able to reciprocate, yet failed to succeed in putting the first present under our tree.

Brandon eventually caught on to his parents' game. Last year, as soon as the skirt was in place, Brandon ran to his room and reappeared with the first wrapped gift to be placed under the decorated tree, taking everyone by surprise.

This year, I observed the scheming weeks before the tree was up. Well before Thanksgiving, my enthusiastic sons each used their own money to buy a gift for a brother. Brandon, the first to make his purchase, convinced me he must wrap his gift to Zachary in an attempt to hide it from his mischievous youngest sibling. His brothers unknowingly, yet just as cleverly, followed his example and sought out paper, scissors, and tape to prepare their packages.

So what happened this year? As boxes of decorations were being brought into the house, Nicholas inconspicuously placed his wrapped gift under a blanket near the bottom of the steps. When the last ornament was hung and the tree skirt was neatly wrapped around the stand, all three boys raced away. Nicholas’ extra preparatory step of having the gift nearby enabled him to reappear first, place it beneath the tree, and be declared this year’s winner!

Without a doubt, my sons love getting gifts at Christmas. In fact, if forced into a confession, each would probably admit that their favorite part of the holiday is seeing all of their new toys and gadgets on Christmas morning. Therefore, I have whole-heartedly embraced our undeclared (until now!) Christmas tradition that involves tremendous eagerness to be the first to give a gift rather than receive one!

“God loves a cheerful giver.” 2 Corinthians 9:7b

The Importance of Gratitude

The world today appears to be moving at a faster, more hectic pace than ever before, and in the midst of so many obligations, gratitude seems like a vanishing trait, destined for an untimely death.

Perhaps we formally give thanks for a present out of an implicit obligation or because a parent trained us in that habit, but what about other kind gestures and intangible gifts offered to us for which we never consider giving thanks?

I recently spoke on this topic to a group of Mothers of Preschoolers (MOPS). In preparing for the talk, I discovered many reasons for the general lack of gratitude that exists today. I even proposed ideas for overcoming our negligence in this area and becoming more intentional with our thanksgiving.

However, it occurred to me that, in this very busy world, numerous suggestions for being a more grateful person will have no effect if one does not understand WHY it is important to adopt a permanent attitude of thankfulness.

While gratitude may seem “optional”, perhaps we should consider making it a personal “requirement” and discipline in our lives that eventually evolves into a characteristic of who we are rather than an action carried out only once a year on a designated day or out of habit for a specific occasion.

Why? Because gratitude is important and makes a difference!

A thankful person is a more joyful and content person, recognizing and appreciating life’s many blessings rather than coveting what she lacks.

A habit of thanksgiving also improves relationships, including marriages. Showing and telling your spouse how thankful you are for him is certain to make him feel loved and respected, a key aspect to a flourishing marriage.

Additionally, studies have found that grateful families who express their appreciation for one another are also stronger, healthier families. Children tend to be less materialistic, better students, and overall happier. An attitude of gratitude is a legacy parents can pass down to their offspring, potentially influencing many generations!

A grateful heart encourages others. People like being recognized, their talents being noticed, and their gifts being appreciated. A simple “thank you” has potential to brighten another’s day, perhaps arriving when most needed, and be a blessing for all involved.

Most importantly, choosing to have an attitude of gratitude every day honors the Lord. Ultimately, all gifts and blessings are from Him. Complaining and coveting reflects poorly on the God who created us, sustains our lives, and blesses us in ways we may never fully identify or comprehend.

Furthermore, God has given us the best Gift possible, His Son Jesus. A relationship with God through Jesus grants us not only eternal life, but also an enduring peace that sustains us in times of trials and frustrations and enables us to always be thankful.

When we set aside disappointments and instead choose to be grateful every day in every situation, looking for the blessings in life, we positively reflect our faith in God to those around us, drawing others not only to ourselves, but also to Him.

Gratitude makes a difference in our own lives as well as the lives of those around us, while also honoring God who has given us so much for which to be thankful. Giving thanks should not be reserved for one day, or even one month of the year, but should instead be an attitude we adopt and share every day.

“Rejoice always…in everything give thanks…” 1 Thessalonians 5:16, 18a

A Family Affair

Mike and I have a marriage based on a deep commitment to and close friendship with one another. We relish our time together. As God added children to our family, we began including them in the merriment. Our family of five enjoys “playing” together – games, movies, vacations, being silly, and more!

Recently, we undertook a project and began a family business, of sorts. It occurred quite unexpectedly and is likely temporary. Yet our time working together has been both memorable and fun.

Our product? Survival bands! Mike discovered how to make these trendy, yet practical accessories and surprised the boys by making them their very own. Within days, a camouflage with pink trim paracord band was added to my jewelry collection.

As we began wearing our bands, others started asking us about them. Their sporty appearance combined with their unique ability to be untied and used in emergency situations appealed to a wide variety of people. After multiple requests for Mike to make and sell the bands, our family business began.

The boys, eager to help, soon learned the trade from their daddy and also went to work.


With the growing popularity of the bands, we decided to enter the local craft and bake sale at the school where Mike is employed. What fun we had working together as we prepared for the show!

Mike and the boys spent several Saturdays preparing by manufacturing bands in all sorts of colors, styles, and sizes.

Mike burned together the scraps for Zachary, who used them to make less expensive “mixed” bands. Our youngest son also designed pop-tab bands and coffee coasters (made from a weaving loom my mom sent to him) to complete “Zachary’s Corner” of the craft show table.


I worked on flyers, signs, and advertising. Our efforts were truly a family affair!

As we enthusiastically anticipated the show, we also cautioned the boys that the results were not in our hands. While we had sold quite a few bands already, the customers at the show might be uninterested.

We encouraged the boys to recognize the numerous benefits we had already experienced, such as our prior sales. Moreover, we are not dependent on sales from the bands for our own financial survival. While the extra income is certainly helpful, especially with multiple homeschooling expenses and the upcoming Christmas holiday, we know God will always provide for our needs. We trust Him in our successes and our failures.

Our “business” also reminds us to uphold a standard of excellence in our work. We want to produce a product of the finest appearance and quality, and therefore must take our time and do our best for this to happen.

Furthermore, this project has been a family affair! How many families have the opportunity to work together to make and sell a product? We are thankful for God allowing us to pursue this undertaking together which strengthens our familial bonds and builds loyalty, while also creating wonderful memories.

The craft show took place this past Saturday. Filled with eagerness, we set up our table and waited for the doors to open.

The initial 30 minutes were relatively slow, and we began preparing for only a few sells. However, business quickly picked up. For the next six hours, we had almost no breaks and only ate a portion of our lunch.

The craft show was a huge success for us, and during this season of thanksgiving, we count it as one of the many blessings God has given to us. Yes, the additional income has been incredibly helpful in this economy with rising costs and multiple needs. But the gains are much more than financial. This “business” has been a fun family affair and a time that we will always reflect on with much fondness and gratitude.

“Blessed be the Lord, who daily loads us with benefits, the God of our salvation!” Psalm 68:19

Facebook Etiquette

Part of my responsibility as a parent is to teach my children good manners and proper etiquette which, with three sons, can be quite challenging. At times my wise husband assists me in this training. Once he even initiated a new manner’s rule: If you must burp in the house, close your mouth. But if you must burp in the truck, open wide and make it as loud as possible!

Even with such great spousal support, I find I must work diligently to remind the boys to chew with their mouths closed, keep their elbows off the table, hold doors open for ladies (including their mom), and always say please and thank you.

But with the passing of time and the advancement of technology, I find myself with a new challenge in this field: Facebook etiquette. What is the proper way to communicate over the computer? My sons do not yet have social networking accounts or personal emails, but when they do, I hope they will use good manners as they digitally communicate with others.

Clear cut rules and manners have not yet been established for the World Wide Web. And while I think numerous “gray” areas exist which may be debated, I will pass along a few suggestions to my sons that I consider proper conduct on the computer.

1. Guard against the cowardly temptation to say something to someone over the computer that you would never say to his/her face.

2. After removing "friends" from your account, avoid broadcasting to those remaining that they have “made the cut”. Despite pure intentions, this announcement can be perceived as haughty. Would you do that within your youth group or sports team? “Hey guys, you are my friends and may continue to hang out with me and hear all about my life! You are the chosen ones!”

3. When someone pays you a nice compliment or sends encouraging words your way, respond with a thank you, just as you would if the favorable comment was given face-to-face.

4. If someone asks you a reasonable question, respond in a reasonable amount of time with a reasonable answer. Being ignored – intentionally or unintentionally – never makes a person feel respected or valued.

5. Always glorify God with your words – even as you type - and never hurt His reputation. From the time you take the name of Christ as a new believer, you are representing Him. Please represent Him well. Be careful of complaining and negatively expressing your feelings.

6. Some gray areas exist in regards to what is shared and said over the internet. Beware of passing judgment in those areas. We cannot judge another’s motives. Give the benefit of the doubt.

7. Never share anything that could cause harm, embarrassment, or uneasiness for another, including your mom, dad, brother, or spouse (one day!). If a picture or comment is in question, withhold it!

8. Keep an optimistic perspective of another’s self-promotion or “bragging". The internet is a convenient medium for joyfully sharing the events of our lives with long distance loved-ones.

However…

9. Remember the wise words of King Solomon in Proverbs 27:2a, “Let another man praise you, and not your own mouth.” Or keyboard.

Just as I sometimes take a bite of food and then remind a chatty child, “Do not talk with food in your mouth!” before swallowing my own mouthful, I fall short in the area of Facebook etiquette at times. However, my failures will not discourage me from attempting to live according to these standards of appropriate internet conduct or from teaching my sons to do the same.

“The words of the wise man’s mouth are gracious….” Ecclesiastes 10:12a

Football Fanaticism - The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

It’s that time of year: football season!

Love it or hate it, the season has not only arrived, but is running at full stride.

I am a die-hard South Carolina Gamecock's fan. I wear their colors and cheer them on in good times and bad, with God-fearing, encouraging coaches and selfish, irreverent ones. I do not pull for a particular player – although some have been very impressive – or a particular coach, but rather the college and its teams.

Some may question my devotion to the Gamecocks. I am not a graduate of the University of South Carolina. Our simple, inexpensive satellite plan rarely shows my beloved Gamecocks. In the past, even when I could watch a game on TV, I would occupy myself with something else in order to avoid the nervous stomach so often associated with this football team.

Most of all, some may question my loyalty because I do not hate South Carolina’s rival, the Clemson Tigers.

In past years, I could not make this claim. To me, loving the Gamecocks was equivalent to hating the Tigers. Yet when my oldest son began pulling not for “my” team, but for its “enemy”, I began to see the absurdity of my mind-set.

The hardest part of changing my attitude and heart towards Clemson has been the offensive and tactless remarks from some of their fans. The majority of my Clemson friends are NOT rude and unpleasant, but are in fact quite friendly. An occasional jab or tease is inevitable and expected. Yet hateful comments arise from a small minority, revealing an intense hatred and bitterness towards a football team, my football team.

In all likelihood, other teams – including the Gamecocks - have just as many vicious and bitter supporters. Furthermore, our current football coach with his pessimistic, discouraging manner is probably not gaining new followers for our team and may in fact be turning some away. Words from disgruntled, condescending coaches and fans are ugly no matter whose team is being represented.

It seems quite silly. Ridiculous, in fact! Out of the same mouth comes praise and adoration for one school, yet madness and rage against another. Consequently, a fanatical devotee’s supposed love and dedication to his team turns others away because of an obnoxious urge to vocalize hatred and bitterness towards the opposing side.

This year Clemson has a very respectable group of players and an admirable coach. In all honesty, I have difficulty finding anything to dislike about this team, except for a few, loud-mouth fans.

Clemson’s head-coach Dabo Swinney is not self-seeking or arrogant, but in fact, lives out his faith on and off the field. He seeks to honor the Lord, not himself, through his team’s wins. I suspect that even in a loss, he would point to God’s goodness in spite of man’s failure.

Recently Coach Dabo encouraged his team to “let your light shine” for God’s glory. Perhaps, we Christian football fans also need to remember to let our lights shine, not only for the reputation of our favorite team, but more importantly, for the reputation of the Savior whose name we claim.

I am not without blame in this area and have been working on improving my football etiquette. Despite the occasional rude comment or snide remark, my heart is changing. My words should bring glory to God, and declaring love for Him while speaking hatred towards a football team does not honor Him.

Without a doubt, Clemson’s orange is shining brightly this year, not simply on the field, but off as well. How could I dislike a team like that? In fact, I must learn from it and hope that my garnet and black shines just as brightly.

Clemson players, fans, and Coach Dabo: I sincerely wish you the best this season. May you only have one loss this year - to my dearly loved Gamecocks, of course!

“Out of the same mouth proceed blessing and cursing. My brethren, these things ought not to be so.” James 3:10

From First Date to Proposal

Having recorded the spectacular, sentimental events leading to our first date on March 28, 1993, it seems both appropriate and timely to continue our story of budding love and an engagement, which occurred eighteen years ago on October 9, 1993.

At the conclusion of our first date, Mike bid farewell with a promise to call, and he did not disappoint! The phone rang the next day, and our second date was planned for only three days after the first. He introduced me to his favorite pizza place, where I paid the tab because his debit card was confiscated by the ATM on our way to dinner. We then searched the mall for a wedding gift for my brother and his new bride, but Sears rejected Mike’s payment method and the gift was placed back on the shelf.

Knowing Mike’s character is above reproach, I was neither apprehensive nor bothered. Of course, those anomalies were not the impression he wanted to make on a second date. Therefore, it was necessary to follow up quickly with a third, which then sealed our exclusive commitment to one another. From that point on, we were practically inseparable, if not in each other’s presence, at least on one another’s mind.

We took advantage of our close proximity as Mike finished his last few weeks of college before graduating. In addition to official “dates”, we also shared together the normal customs of work, school, church, hobbies, and family gatherings. I first met Mike’s parents, missionaries in Rome, Italy, when they came to America for his graduation.

Following graduation, our relationship became long distance by about forty-five miles while I was home for the summer break and he worked as a deputy sheriff in our college town. We no longer saw one another daily, but still communicated and dated regularly.

As the summer drew to a conclusion, Mike made a special visit to have lunch with my dad, from whom he received permission to ask for my hand in marriage. With a five month stint of military training approaching, Mike wanted to take advantage of the opportunity he had to speak with my dad even though he had not yet finalized his plans for proposing to me.

As autumn approached, I returned to college and was back in town with Mike, who would be leaving in a few weeks for those five months of Army Officer’s Basic Course in Alabama. We continued having special dates and outings between our school and work obligations.

The beautiful fall weather convinced us to hike to the top of a nearby mountain. I volunteered to provide the food for our picnic on Table Rock and began reserving chips, crackers, and other snacks from my campus lunches.

Mike picked me up for the hike early on a Saturday morning and added to our packed lunch his contribution of fortune cookies from a previous meal with co-workers. “How sweet!” I thought. Fortune cookies are not a typical picnic item, but he had our date on his mind while dining with friends. I was flattered!

After stopping by Bojangles to pick up our main dish of chicken, we drove to the mountain and began our hike. About two hours later, we reached the peak and spread out the blanket to have lunch. The simple, but bountiful meal was scrumptious following the arduous climb. After taking my last bite, I laid down and stretched out to rest my exhausted legs and aching back in preparation for the descent.

It was then that Mike reminded me of the fortune cookies. In fact, he wanted me to sit back up to eat them. I cringed at the idea of moving my weary body and insisted on reading my fortune lying down. (I’m sorry, Mike!) He relented and passed me a cookie.

Had I known what was coming, I would have complied and sat up, but Mike really did surprise me. Although we had talked of marriage (and hikers passing back by told us they had predicted the upcoming question), a proposal was not currently on my mind.

However, as I cracked my cookie and unfolded my “fortune”, an excited feeling stirred within me. Mike was already bending on one knee before me, but I was too absorbed in reading those words on that tiny slip of paper to notice his posture.

“Alison, will you marry me?”

I looked up at the sound of the question on the paper being spoken by Mike, who held a box with a beautiful diamond ring before me.

Is there any doubt to how I answered? Eighteen years ago today, the most important word out of my mouth was a relatively simple and effortless one:

YES!

“Entreat me not to leave you, or to turn back from following you; for wherever you go, I will go….” Ruth 1:16a

(To read the post written in March about the details leading up to our first date, click "March" on the "Blog Archive" sidebar to the right.)

Disney Delights and Highlights

We just returned from another fun, memorable Disney World vacation with reminders of why this delightful destination is one of our favorites!


I must admit a favorite reason is the FREE FOOD included in our outstanding package. Without a doubt, the absence of worries about sharing or saving money on meals is a huge appeal and in large part what makes this vacation affordable and alluring. Our deal this year included two counter-service meals (with drink and dessert) and two snacks each day, as well as a refillable souvenir cup, for each person.


The fancier sit-down meals of past were not missed as the quicker meals gave us more time for “playing” and an abundant variety of food, including Mexican, Moroccan, Italian, Chinese, and American cuisine.

Our snack favorites included Eddy’s ice cream on homemade waffle cones, Dole Whip pineapple floats, and of course, Mickey Mouse Rice Krispie bars. Finding it impossible to eat two snacks every day, we used our remaining snack credits at the end of the trip to bring home thirty-four of Mickey’s famous treats!


FITNESS is another appeal. We prefer more active vacations, probably to justify our increased eating! Six months prior to our trip, the boys and I began walking about two miles almost every day. As we rapidly raced the crowd to Toy Story Mania one morning, I excitedly reminded the boys, “This is what we trained for!”

Without a doubt, Disney kept our bodies moving as we headed to parks early each morning, dashed to our favorite rides, and often stayed until closing. Throughout the day, our legs only rested at meals and on attractions.


Our FAVORITES continue to draw us back to Mickey’s Florida home. All of my guys believe Pirates of the Caribbean is one of the best rides ever. I prefer The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh. For a thrill, my sons will choose Rockin’ Rollercoaster or the Tower of Terror, which Brandon has now ridden 78 times. During the hottest summer "training" days, we dreamed of being drenched on Kali River Rapids, but our favorite water ride is undoubtedly Splash Mountain.


Disney World is FUN! The entertainment for us this year included all four amusement parks, Typhoon Lagoon (a water park), Downtown Disney, and miniature golf at Fantasia Gardens. Even during our “down” time by the pool at the resort, we found ourselves playing – and winning! – Disney trivia games and watching an outdoor movie just after sunset.


Magical Moments always seem to occur for our family, probably because we arrive at the parks early and are often first in line. Usually the rewards are worth our efforts. This year, we received VIP seats to two shows, Mike was chosen to participate in the Indiana Jones show, and Nicholas “drove” the car in the Lights, Motor, Action Stunt Show.


We were also chosen as honorary greeters for the Magic Kingdom. Arriving over thirty minutes before opening time, we set ourselves at the front of the line to be the first into the park. As honorary greeters, we were pulled to the side, given giant Mickey Mouse hands, and asked to wave to all the guests who arrived later than us, yet were marching right past us and getting to the rides first. I laughed as I waved to all those visitors, pondering the irony of the “special” moment that caused us to get behind the crowd rather than ahead of it, yet knowing it would forever be a part of our Disney storytelling.


The best part of a Disney vacation is undeniably FAMILY! The priceless times together accompanied by numerous bonding moments continue to draw us to this vacation spot. We were further blessed this year by Mike’s dad and Ella returning with us. We do not take these trips together for granted and appreciate the opportunity to experience all of the food, fitness, favorites, and fun together with those we greatly love.


“You have put gladness in my heart….” Psalm 4:7a

Clarifying Our Unconventional Beliefs

My recent post on our unconventional beliefs sparked several questions which have prompted me to write a bit more.

Our specific thoughts on dating, homeschooling, Santa Claus, and Harry Potter are personal convictions that we believe have a biblical basis, yet are not essential to our identity as Christians. We have simply evaluated mainstream culture and chosen a different course for our family than that which society in general accepts.

My joy and purpose in writing is often to document our life for future generations within our family. Explanations of our traditions and reasons for what some would classify as unusual are a part of our family legacy that I choose to include in our journal. Embracing these views and sharing with others is in no way meant to question our own upbringing or condemn those who hold differing opinions.

While we actively teach our children and discuss with them the reasons behind our decisions, we will not force our convictions upon them. We have a number of rules and limitations in place while they are young and under our care, but as they get older, they will have more independence and freedom to make their own choices.

We hope that in taking time to provide a strong, biblical foundation while in our home and an explanation for our traditions and decisions, our sons will grow into independent, discerning thinkers who are able to make wise choices of their own. We pray that they will seek God’s direction throughout their lives, studying His Word and communicating with Him daily.

We make many mistakes and often ask God for His forgiveness, as well as grace upon our children for our numerous parenting errors. We in no way claim perfection and, in fact, thank God daily for his saving grace, which is not contingent upon our works (good or bad).

Although we have freedom in Christ to disagree on a variety of topics, including traditions we hold, books we read, and standards we set, certain doctrines are foundational to our identity as Christians and leave no room for compromise. Placing faith in Jesus Christ as the Savior who took away our sins and turning away from our selfish, sinful lifestyle in order to follow Him is the only way to receive God’s saving grace. To believe there is any other way to have a personal relationship with God and eternal life with Him is to reject the teachings in God’s Word and condemn oneself to eternity without Him.

Perhaps in the future I will expand upon some of the unconventional beliefs we hold. In fact, I am eager to offer further explanations; Mike and I have certainly spent much time examining the topics and reaching our conclusions. Nonetheless, all of those views hold little significance apart from a relationship with God through His Son Jesus Christ.

“Jesus said to him, ‘I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.’ ” John 14:6

Embracing Unconventional Beliefs

Everyone has a certain set of beliefs. I am no different. Some of my beliefs are foundational to my Christian faith. Other doctrines I hold would classify me as conservative, while some of my views would most likely categorize me as just plain weird.

Not that I’m weird, right? I tried to convince Brandon’s friend Carson of this as he argued that everyone is a bit weird. “Not me,” I claimed. I almost had him convinced! Yet he did speak truth. I no doubt possess my portion of idiosyncrasies, some of which my husband also shares.

One belief we are holding to these days as parents of preteens and a teenager is the idea that having a girlfriend or boyfriend during the middle school and high school days is pointless and even potentially damaging.

Call us eccentric, because our opinion is clearly in the minority. However, with no intentions of marrying during these years, our sons are encouraged to avoid the temptations associated with intimate relationships, including the likelihood that such relationships will result in giving a piece of his own body – even something as “small” as hands or lips – to one who is unlikely to become his mate.

We believe that dating has a purpose: finding a spouse! And few teenagers are already looking for someone to marry. Therefore, no logical reason exists for dating; it is merely a leisure activity. And the temptations, intimacy, and drama are simply not worth the indulgence at that age.

We have other “weird” beliefs, not surprising considering we have chosen the unconventional method (at least for this era) of educating our children, homeschooling.

For example, our children have never believed in Santa Claus, not because he is often given the status of a god or because we think our children would somehow confuse him with the true Savior whose birth we celebrate at Christmas, but merely because we have not felt comfortable lying to our sons about where their gifts come from on Christmas morning. Furthermore, it allows us flexibility with traveling that often occurs over the holiday.

We are also “one of those families” who choose not to support the Harry Potter industry. You will find no J. K. Rowling books in our home. I have no doubt that the novels are well-written, given their immense popularity. As a piece of literature, they may be top-notch. Yet the utilization and endorsement of sorcery and witchcraft by the “good guys” closely parallels similar practices condemned in Scripture.

I am not claiming that reading and enjoying a Harry Potter novel is wrong; many of my dearly loved friends and family members rave about the books and movies. However, the shift from reading the stories to dabbling in witchcraft - done easily enough among our younger generation with all of the toys, merchandise, and even a theme park on this “heroic” fictional character – pushes the boundary a little further that with which we are comfortable.

We undoubtedly hold more unconventional viewpoints than these mentioned, views that guide us in our desire to glorify God. A logical explanation exists for each belief, with which you may disagree. Regardless of our differences in opinions and convictions, we will love you no less and hope that the affection is mutual!

“Set up road marks, place for yourself guideposts…” Jeremiah 21:31a

Summer Reading

Reading is like chocolate: sometimes an unhealthy luxury in my life, (like when it causes me to neglect other duties), but so incredibly delectable and refreshing, particularly when of the finest quality! Unable to resist the temptation to set aside all responsibilities and continue a good novel, I typically must avoid pleasurable reading during the busyness of a school year, which is all the more reason I anticipate summer break.

Months ago, the books piled on my shelf began begging to be opened. Just days before our break officially began, I eagerly chose the first. The boys, having more leisure time with school over, and even Mike soon joined the summer reading race.

The first books I picked up belonged to the Kingdom Keepers series, by Ridley Pearson, which I completed near the beginning of the hiatus. This suspenseful children’s fiction series revolves around young teenagers solving dilemmas within Disney World. Although the storyline is similar in each book and lacks profound insight worthy of discussion, I did appreciate the closer look into one of my favorite vacation spots that Pearson gives his readers. Brandon, Nicholas, and Mike also read the series this summer and gave it top reviews.

Upon Brandon’s urging, I next read Corrie ten Boom’s The Hiding Place, which he studied for his literature class last year. Her retelling of life in Holland during World War II fascinated me and became one of my favorite stories this summer. Under horrible circumstances, ten Boom maintained an inspiring strength and faith in God as she persevered during the worst of times.

Knowing Brandon will be studying A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court and The Prince and the Pauper during this school year, I next chose to read these Mark Twain novels. Delightful and entertaining, neither novel disappointed me; however, the tender story of the young pauper “prince” stole my heart and quickly became an all-time favorite.

Under pressure from a good friend, I finally set aside my fears and tackled the Hunger Games trilogy. Within just a few pages, I was hooked, even staying up past midnight at times to continue reading! Although not a feel-good fairy tale, this intense series written by Suzanne Collins intrigues and captivates its readers. Her thought-provoking trilogy concluded with a more than satisfactory ending, leaving me quite content as I closed the last book.

At my urging, Mike committed to the series and soon was also enthralled by the troubling, yet fascinating storyline. After some discussion, we agreed Brandon was mature enough to read the books, as well. He completed the “awesome” trilogy in about a week.

I returned to children’s fiction, perhaps my favorite genre, with John Grisham’s second Theodore Boone book, The Abduction. Nicholas and Brandon also read this book, but I think I liked it the most! Grisham represents thirteen year-old boys in a positive light with his creation of Boone’s character who is not only mature and responsible, but also hard-working and respectful.

With time running out and the start of the school year just days away, I began The Hobbit, by J. R. R. Tolkien and finished it just a few days ago. I could easily write an entire post on Bilbo Baggins, one of the most loveable and inspiring literary characters in all the books I have read. At the conclusion, I yearned to read more of this adorable hobbit. Thankfully, Tolkein continued writing; The Lord of the Rings trilogy is now on my list of books to read, but sadly, those must wait until next summer… unless I succumb to their pleas from my bookshelf.

My boys also enjoyed a summer of reading. Zachary expanded from the Magic Tree House books to the Magic School Bus books! After completing the Kingdom Keepers series, Nicholas jumped right into the Sugar Creek Gang books and has completed about one third of that series. Brandon read Alex and Brett Harris’ Do Hard Things, continued through the Hardy Boys books that Mike read when he was a boy, and is currently studying The Hobbit as part of his literature class.

The return of a busy school year means less pleasurable reading; however, one Book we refuse to neglect any time of the year is the Bible. God’s Word will always remain the most important reading on our agenda and will be a constant source of learning, guidance, and discussion throughout the year.

“How sweet are your words to my taste, sweeter than honey to my mouth!” Psalm 119:103

Summer Break Highlights

Over the next few weeks, summer will fade away, surrendering its dominance to the beautiful, cooler season of autumn. In our home, however, summer has unofficially passed as we settle into earlier bedtimes, rising before 7am, and school lessons well into the afternoon.

Exhausting, yet productive and even pleasant, our first week of school is now behind us. Yet memories of our summer respite remain fresh in our minds.

Perhaps the most precious times were the individual dates I took with each of my little men. This one-on-one time, which always included some yummy sweet treat, allowed me to focus on each of my guys without the distraction of telephones, internet, cleaning, cooking, or sibling squabbles. Even though they are getting older, they still love dates with their mom, which delights me immensely!




Of course, my husband was not neglected in the dating department. While some of our favorite times together included watching movies at home with peanut butter milkshakes which Mike so excellently prepares, we also enjoyed a breakfast date at a local donut shop and an evening out for dinner and shopping.


Zachary had his own date of sorts – an afternoon with his beloved Sunday school teacher from his Kindergarten days. Mrs. Laura, who is in her 80s, welcomed his presence for an afternoon spent exploring her yard and neighborhood, which on that day included four donkeys, nine dogs, six chickens, two butterflies, and one happy little boy!

Nicholas enjoyed a week-long “date” with his grandparents this summer. Admittedly, I dreaded this week more than a trip to the dentist. Giving up a son for seven days is not easy for me. While I trust my parents completely, all sorts of fears popped into my mind.

Yet both Nicholas and my parents eagerly anticipated this week, and despite my selfish desire to lock my middle son in our house, I was grateful for the opportunity they would have to spend time together.

Furthermore, I know that Nicholas is not just my son. He is their grandson, and more importantly, he is God’s child. Mike and I are blessed with the assignment of loving and raising our children to the best of our abilities. Yet God always watches over and takes cares of them, even in our absence.

With that knowledge, I let Nicholas go with only a few tears, trusting him not only to my parents, but even more to the Lord. Nicholas had a fantastic time and continues to report details to us of his memorable, fun-filled trip.

The boys excitedly participated in a week of Runner’s Camp during the break. Brandon and Zachary claimed long distance running as their preference, while Nicholas thrived in sprinting races.


Other summer break activities included multiple trips to multiple pools, vegetables harvested from our garden, numerous walks and bike rides around the neighborhood, a local baseball game, a drive-in movie, time with friends, and lots of reading, which will be discussed soon in a separate blog.

Aside from a day trip to meet my parents for shopping, birthday celebrating (Brandon, my dad, and me), and handing off Nicholas, we did not travel during our school break. However, we have literally been counting down the days until our upcoming vacation to Disney World which will not only officially wrap up the summer season, but also celebrate a successful beginning to our new school year.

“To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven.” Ecclesiastes 3:1

If I Start to Hyperventilate, Please Pass Me a Paper Bag!

Breathe! Breathe!

Lately I must consistently remind myself to take deep breaths and not be beleaguered by the considerable task before me.

Just breathe!

I have warned Mike that if I begin to hyperventilate, there is a logical reason for it.

I have never hyperventilated in my life, despite some stressful times. I remember during my earliest days as a mom, I would suddenly awake from sleep almost overwhelmed with the fact that I was now responsible for the upbringing of a child.

Later, as leader of a local Mother of Preschoolers (MOPS) group, the strain of a heavy workload and the dependency upon others to work well together and fulfill commitments threatened to steal my sanity.

Although I have never needed to breathe into a brown paper bag, I now wonder if I should have purchased a pack of these lunch sacs on a recent run to Target, just in case. Maybe if I am found hyperventilating, someone will have one at hand and be kind enough to pass it my way.

Why do I feel such pressure now? Life is easy in so many ways. I have an amazingly wonderful husband and three healthy, happy sons. We are not experiencing terrible trials, and in fact, have fun together and appreciate one another.

Yet as I prepare for a new school year to begin this Monday, the intense magnitude of my job as a homeschool mom weighs heavily on my mind.

Brandon will be taking high school courses, which necessitate not only using specific texts and materials, but also keeping meticulous records and precise grades. Countless hours have been spent evaluating curriculum options, researching requirements, and making lesson plans.

And when I think I understand it all, another twist materializes.

Breathe! Just breathe!

After commanding myself to take in air, I quickly follow with a plea to the Lord for His help.

God is my air! (I have never yet hyperventilated!)

He comforts, reminds, sustains, and provides. He has called me to this task and will accomplish it through me, even as I face numerous unknowns and inevitable mistakes.

Already, he has made up for my shortcomings. He has provided me with a loving and supportive husband who assures me that the task can be successfully accomplished. My brother-in-law, a high school principal, has listened to my tentative plans and shared his knowledge and experiences.

Godly ladies who have traveled this path before with similar goals for their own college-bound children have steered me in much-needed directions by passing along valuable advice and encouragement.

Even as I struggle at times to breathe, convinced that I will fail, God is faithful. I am not without error or mistake, but God is, and He will perfect His work in me. My moments of panic are followed by inexplicable peace. Yes, I can do this… with the Lord.

When I rely upon God and trust His ability to accomplish the task He has given me despite my fears and inadequacies, tranquility and confidence fill my soul. The road ahead remains daunting, yet doable when led by a God who loves me.

If you see me start to hyperventilate, please pass me a paper bag! But also remind me of God’s promises and provisions. He’s all I really need!

“It is God who arms me with strength and makes my way perfect.” Psalm 18:32

To Brandon: On Becoming a Teenager

Happy 13th Birthday, Brandon! Welcome to the teen years!

Expectations for teenagers can be somewhat confusing. Many books are written about the years spanning ages 13-19. This stage of life is said to be wrought with hormones, mood swings, disrespect, and defiance. Multiple resources offer counsel for these years, yet hold your peers in low regard, deeming them incapable of surviving this time with their dignity intact and their faith strong.

Yet the concept of a teenager and even the word itself dates back only about one hundred years to the early twentieth century. Prior to that time, a child took on adult duties by the age of 13 or 14. With the birth of child labor laws and mandated high school education, the years prior to adulthood were extended.

If throughout most of history these years indicated responsibility and maturity, why would they now be considered by society as dreadful? Perhaps low expectations explain the reason for this relatively new viewpoint.

Even though the Bible does not speak specifically about teenagers, it does offer guidance and direction for those in their teen years. In fact, the book of Proverbs is written by a father speaking to his son as he approaches independence, which in those days often came around the age you are now turning.

Because the Bible is applicable for all people, regardless of age, we will always direct you to God’s Word first for any stage of life you are in or any problems or decisions you may be facing.

Society’s low expectations often represent teenagers as moody, withdrawn, manipulative, and unmanageable. None of these traits are approved by the Lord in His Word. When it comes to following Him, God offers no exceptions for teenagers.

As a Christian, you must seek much greater potential for your teen years than our culture’s dismal perspective offers. You must seek to fulfill God’s purpose for your life, a purpose that includes loving and following Him.

Over the course of the next few years, we expect to see growth – not regression - in many of areas of your life. In the past months, we have seen considerable maturity.

We are proud not only of your commitment as a leader in the Awana program at church, but also of your genuine fondness and compassion for the young children you lead. Your assistance after the devastating tornadoes this spring, as well as the eagerness and enthusiasm with which you worked, pleased and impressed us. The increased responsibilities you have taken on at home have been invaluable to our family.

While these years may be challenging as you sort through various relationships, see an increase in the amount and difficulty of your school work, and face important decisions that may affect your life many years down the road, we know you will tackle each task with great effort and enthusiasm, working diligently and successfully as you allow the Lord to lead you.

Keep your focus on God and continue to develop your relationship with Him by spending time in His Word and in prayer. Pay attention to all He is doing in your life, and never forget the great sacrifice of His Son Jesus that was made for you.

God has great plans for your life, Brandon. We refuse to lower our expectations by accepting society’s standards rather than God’s standards for these teenage years. Stand firm in your faith and follow Him every day of your life.

We love you!
Mom and Dad

“Keep your heart with all diligence, for out of it spring the issues of life. Put away from you a deceitful mouth, and put perverse lips far from you. Let your eyes look straight ahead and your eyelids look right before you. Ponder the path of your feet, and let all your ways be established.” Proverbs 4:23-26

Finding Purpose

The Bible is filled with a wealth of valuable wisdom, pertinent instruction, and evidence of everlasting love. This message from God to His creation could be no less. Narrowing down my favorite books, chapters, and verses is next to impossible. However, I find myself constantly drawn to and inspired by Deuteronomy’s earlier chapters.

After quite a dramatic life, Moses’ last days are quickly approaching. The passion and urgency with which he speaks gives evidence to the fact he knows his end is drawing near. His message to a rebelliously inclined people is crucial as they prepare to enter the Promised Land without their steadfast, dependable leader.

Moses’ rousing, God-inspired sermon reminds me of my purpose in life and motivates me to action. The climax, found in chapter six, is the command to love God with all my heart, soul, and strength. Fulfilling this task makes all others possible. If I love the Lord – with my words, my thoughts, and my actions – any other assignment from God should be quite simple, merely an outward display of my great love for my Him.

I am instructed to obey God, not only because it glorifies Him, but also for my own good. His rules are not merely a test of obedience, but are always for my benefit.

However, I am a wretched sinner saved only by the grace of God, and my words, thoughts, and actions are too often motivated by selfishness and pride.

Yet in this Old Testament book, God through Moses reminds hearers of His mercy even before He has sent His Son as the sacrifice for sin. God is just, but also forgiving to a disobedient, defiant people who will turn from their iniquitous ways and seek Him. Even hundreds of years before Jesus’ birth, God is proclaiming that our righteous acts cannot save us; only He can.

How nice it is to be a recipient of God’s grace!

Out of our love for God and because of his great mercy towards us, we are commanded to remember Him and all He has done for us. Furthermore, God charges parents and grandparents with the task of teaching the next generation about Him. As a mom, this mandate speaks to me directly.

Deuteronomy 6 and subsequent chapters challenge me to examine how well I am doing in teaching my children about God. As I evaluate, I recognize how grateful I am for the privilege of homeschooling, which provides the ideal atmosphere for carrying out this charge.

My children are in our home for instruction in all subjects as they prepare for college life and eventually a career many years from now. No topic could be more vital than the Lord and His Word. Lessons in history, science, literature, grammar, and even math provide opportunities for teaching about God, the Creator of all of these subjects and life itself. Additionally, because my children surround me most of their waking hours, multiple opportunities – some planned, others impromptu - arise each day to teach God’s Word and His ways.

I make no claims that homeschooling is the only way to fulfill God’s command in Deuteronomy 6:7. I simply realize that for me, it is in fact the easiest way. And when the task of homeschooling that God has given to me – not to everyone –seems overwhelming, these verses encourage me to persevere because of the benefits this educational option offers.

While some trudge through Old Testament books, or avoid them altogether, Deuteronomy motivates me to persevere in the purpose God has for my life, a purpose that includes teaching my children, remembering God’s great deeds, obeying His commands, and loving Him with every ounce of my being.

“You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your strength. And these words which I command you today shall be in your heart.” Deuteronomy 6:5-6

Thanks, Dad!

Summer is a season of celebrations, including three very special ones for my dad: Father’s Day, a wedding anniversary, and a birthday. With the latter just hours away, today seems like a fitting time to share a few thoughts from days past and present about how special Dad is to our family.

Calm and patient, my dad has rarely ever raised his voice, even with his somewhat feisty and temperamental young daughter. His discipline was always firm, yet loving, and therefore, quite effective. Now, as a parent, I respect his incredible ability to exert self-control in those years of raising children, appreciating it in a way I never could have as a child.

As the faithful provider for our family, Dad worked diligently. Yet he recognized the need to balance his job with his family. He took time for picnics in the park during his lunch hour, a Saturday trip to an amusement park, and vacations at the beach or in the mountains. Occasionally, we were even privileged to tag along on a business trip.

Dad also coached my church basketball team, not halfheartedly in order to fulfill some obligation, but with enthusiasm and a desire to see his daughter and her teammates learn and improve with a Christ-like attitude.

The year before I entered high school, my dad had a difficult decision to make. He was transferred to a location an hour away from the only home his children had ever known. The daily commute was inconvenient and tiresome. Despite the tears and pleas from my brother and me, the choice was made to move closer to his new workplace.

I understand now, as a parent, how hard that decision was for my dad. Even when making a wise and reasonable choice, it hurts to see your children distressed and unhappy. Yet he kept our family together and himself closer to us by cutting out the two hour daily commute. Furthermore, we attended a top-notch high school that prepared us well for college. We learned new skills, made close friends, and gained valuable experiences because of the move.

Dad made sure any need we had was met, if not exceeded. He provided my brother and me with our first cars, treasures not to be taken for granted. He paid for our entire pursuit of a bachelor’s degree, enabling us to leave home without the burden of college loans.

And when Mike approached my dad to ask not for my hand in marriage (he did that a year earlier), but to move our wedding date up a year before my college graduation, Dad relented, even agreeing to continue paying my tuition in exchange for Mike taking care of “room and board”!

Dad took on a new title when Brandon was born: Granddaddy!

He absolutely loves my boys and has made special connections with each of them. His love is not unrequited. My sons eagerly anticipate time with their granddaddy and enjoy trips with him to the movies, bowling, coin stores, and any place that serves ice cream or donuts.

A loyal graduate of the University of South Carolina, Dad passed his devotion to the Gamecocks down to his children and most of his grandchildren. When South Carolina has a big win, I immediately grab the phone to call or text my dad.

With many miles separating us, it would be easy to disconnect from one another. Yet Dad takes the initiative to ask about all we are involved in, especially school and sports. He listens intently while also participating in the conversation.

Over the course of my life, I have not failed to see my dad actively involved in church. I have witnessed him faithfully reading God’s Word and have no doubt that even in his retirement days he is continuing to seek the Lord and know Him better. This aspect of his life, more than any others, is the most treasured!

“The righteous man walks in integrity; His children are blessed after him.” Proverbs 20:7

A Disney Confession

Disney is on my mind. The days until our next trip are quickly approaching. Our countdown plate reminds us of the remaining weeks, and the magnetic dry-erase board is updated daily. Brandon and I have been feverishly writing to meet end-of-the-month blogging goals for the Mouse for Less before our vacation, ensuring we will have additional treats awaiting us when we arrive at our resort.

With my mind on Disney, I feel compelled to make a confession, although this fact has already been discovered by several of my close friends. While most acquaintances know that my brain is filled with a plethora of Disney odds and ends – some quite helpful and others just bits of trivia – and that our family frequents Mickey’s Florida home almost yearly, many have not yet realized that I belong to a group of fellow Disney fanatics that meets monthly for the sole purpose of discussing Disney.

The group began quite unintentionally. My friend Stacey entered a contest and won a Disney party-in-a-box. With nothing specific to celebrate, she decided to invite other friends who love and appreciate all things Disney. The party was such a success that one guest suggested we meet monthly to continue sharing favorite memories, valuable tips, and hopes and anticipations of upcoming trips.

And thus began Mouse Club. Our unique fellowship has the appearance of a support group for Mickey stalkers or obsessive Disney fans, but in fact, we are merely friends who like Disney World.

Well... maybe we are just a bit obsessive with our numerous planning tips, our multiple Mouse for Less blog posts, our color-coded vacation agendas, and the abundance of Disney paraphernalia that can be found within our homes.

But our group benefits us all. We each have a wealth of Disney facts and experiences in our minds, and we enjoy sharing tips and passing along information as we learn it. We also gain from one another’s knowledge and experiences.

We are not an exclusive group, but few people understand our love for Disney and the excitement it ignites. Therefore, a core of four and our children make up Mouse Club. Others have been welcomed, however, and friends have visited when seeking assistance in planning upcoming trips. A few even return to share the exciting, memorable details of their vacation.

Our kids get along well. They understand the Disney connection, but are usually more interested in hiking trails, throwing footballs, playing video games, and simply hanging out together. They enjoy the yummy snacks, too.

My Disney friends are some of my dearest. I eagerly anticipate getting together not merely for the Disney talk, as wonderful as that is, but because I genuinely like these ladies.

Our bonds extend beyond Disney. I attended Andrea’s wedding and visited her in the hospital after the birth of her first child; I gleaned leadership support and wisdom from AD when we were both coordinators of local MOPS ministries; I have eagerly received homeschool advice and blogging tips from Stacey. During certain times, I have prayed faithfully for each.

These ladies are loyal, compassionate friends that I can call on in an emergency and know they will do all they can to help; I would do the same for them. What started as merely a common fascination with Disney has evolved into a trustworthy, steadfast group of friends.

Planning our gatherings gets more difficult each month. Our children are on different school schedules, and Stacey has an afternoon job to work around. But continuing to meet together is a priority.

Using a bit of resourcefulness, we find times for getting together. Sometimes it’s a breakfast with just the ladies; at other times, we may meet in the evening or during a child’s ballgame. Once a year, our entire families gather for a Christmas party. No matter what or how, we will continue to get together because we like each other – and not just Disney – that much!


Both our Disney vacations and the good friends who share a mutual enthusiasm for one of the “happiest places on earth” are undoubtedly blessings from the Lord!

“…Go home to your friends, and tell them what great things the Lord has done for you…” Mark 5:19

That's the Ballgame!

Another season of baseball has wrapped up, and even though our sons brought home no championship titles, my family deems it one of the best yet!

With great delight, I observed Zachary seize the opportunity given to him to play his most desired position: catcher. On days when no games or practices were officially scheduled, he would suit up with the gear and work on catching pop-ups in our yard. During games, he quickly pulled the catcher’s mask off and sought after almost every ball that failed to hit his mitt.

Our energetic, fearless son seems to be fashioned just for the catcher’s position. Zachary willingly and enthusiastically sacrificed bodily comfort for balls he hoped to grab. His perfect fit reminds me of a Christian’s distinctive position within the body of Christ. God gives all believers unique, individual gifts in order to work together as a team to accomplish His purpose.

Nicholas struggled to find his spot on the team. He yearned to pitch and was able to relieve in one game, ending a long inning for the previous pitcher. Yet he never had the opportunity again. He sought after the short-stop position, one he played well in fall baseball. Again, he played this spot in one game, making no mistakes, even tagging a runner out, but was not given another chance.

After a while, he settled into rotating between second base and out-field, but quickly lost focus and interest as his most coveted positions eluded him. Life is filled with undesirable situations and tasks. Yet we should honor the Lord wherever He puts us. This reminder perked Nicholas up and motivated him to do his best wherever he was assigned.


Zachary’s story with the bat is well recorded, but what about Nicholas? Moving up to kid pitch presents more struggles for batters. Much of the game is made up of walks and stealing bases. After earning only one or two hits last spring, this year Nicholas was delighted to achieve seven hits!

Furthermore, he had fewer strike outs and was often walked when he was not hitting. A pro at stealing bases, he earned a “homerun” without ever hitting the ball. After being walked to first, he was able to steal second, third, and home before the next batter ever stepped up to the plate!

As for me, I struggled at times during the season with complaining, finding it easier to see the injustices rather than the simple joys. Eventually, God reminded me while studying Exodus 11 that “..when the people complained, it displeased the Lord.” The reprimand was accepted, and I pushed aside the complaints, determining to cheer enthusiastically for each player rather than contemplate biases during ballgames.

One of the highlights of the season for our family was the friendships that developed. Three families, including our own, were on both the Seadogs’ and the Riverdogs’ teams. Spending almost every evening together at the ball park sealed the friendships among both teammates and siblings.

The younger boys were soon referred to as the Three Musketeers; one was never seen without the others.

The middle ones quickly followed suit.

And the older brothers, including Brandon, who decided not to play this spring, enjoyed and appreciated the friendships that formed while riding Ripstiks and scooters, socializing at the playground, and cheering on the younger kids.

Parents connected as well while cheering for each other’s son at bat. We understood the nerves experienced when one’s child stepped up to the plate and the maternal heartbreak of a strike-out. On the other hand, hits and homeruns resulted in ecstatic cheers and high-fives among the baseball moms.

Even the coaches developed a camaraderie as they worked together to teach the boys not only about baseball, but also sportsmanship and Christ-likeness. After a particularly frustrating loss, the Riverdogs’ coaches, including Mike who pitched for the team, were observed praying together for their young players.

Feelings of withdrawal are surfacing as I find myself missing the excitement of the games, the friendship among both the kids and the moms, and the close-up view of God at work in recreational baseball. What a fantastic season spring 2011 has been!

“Oh, taste and see that the Lord is good…!” Psalm 34:8a

Our Dad!

In the words of Brandon, Nicholas, and Zachary:

Our dad is the best because...

-He is a Christian.
-He is a good role model.
-He provides for our family and takes care of us.
-He teaches us about God.
-He knows a lot and is wise.
-He takes us to Disney World.

-He gives us haircuts.
-He takes us to Home Depot.
-He gives us tools.
-He teaches us how to build things and how to have a garden.
-He has a cool job as a SWAT team officer and tells us exciting stories about it.
-He takes us shooting.
-He takes us to see sports events like the Carolina Mudcats, Durham Bulls, and Carolina Hurricanes games.

-He plays sports with us and teaches us how to get better.
-He lets us have a dog and a gerbil.
-He plays games and watches movies with us.
-He tells funny jokes.
-He’s our hero!

Happy Father's Day! We love you!


“And the glory of children is their father.” Proverbs 17:6b

The Slump: A Mom's Perspective

Throughout Zachary’s slump in baseball, my heart ached. Although relatively short-lived, the slump seemed like months. A few difficult games and practices can easily cause all accomplishments from the season to be overlooked.

My son understandably struggled the previous spring as a new coach-pitch player, but now, a year later, he had been hitting almost every ball pitched to him. Why would God allow this sudden switch back to his previous batting difficulties? I observed Zachary’s discouragement and frustration, wanting so badly to fix it for him.

A knot in my stomach would form as he stepped on deck, preparing for his turn to bat.

“Come on, baby, you can do this!” I cheered him on.

“Come on, God, you can let him hit again… please.” I pleaded with the Lord.

In the midst of his struggles – and mine too with nervousness from a maternal desire to see my son overcome his slump – my faith was stretched. While not comprehending what God was doing, I was certain, however, that He was at work.

In the middle of an intense season of baseball, this recreational sport can seem deceptively big not only for eight year-old boys, but also for coaches and parents. Maintaining a proper perspective can be difficult.

During a Sunday morning sermon on the day of a tournament game, our pastor preached from 2 Corinthians 5. My eyes glanced to the previous chapter, and I began reading.

“For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, is working for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory, while we do not look at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen. For the things which are seen are temporary, but the things which are not seen are eternal.” 2 Corinthians 4:17-18

With much clarity, God reminded me of His perspective. Recreational baseball is simply a fun pastime, and a slump in this sport is merely a light affliction.

The “things which are seen”, including hits, runs, and catches, are neatly tallied in a book and used in part to assign All Star status at the end of the season. Yet they alone are temporary and relatively unimportant in the whole scheme of life.

Whether due to injury, illness, or a slump, any or all potential accolades can quickly be taken away from a player. No matter how far in life baseball takes a person, his success in the sport will eventually fade away.

What cannot be taken away? The far more exceeding and eternal!

The spiritual maturity and character building Zachary achieved as a result of his slump cannot be eradicated and in fact, although unseen by most, holds much more importance in his young life. All of the players, coaches, parents, and fans saw Zachary’s homerun, as well as the outs he made as catcher. We all cheered him on, and I praised God for giving him this success.

But the prayers I listened to him utter and the faith I saw strengthened even when God answered “no” far surpass the homerun and catches. The spiritual lessons he learned through his struggles and the power given to him by God to overcome those difficulties greatly exceeds his baseball statistics.

While Zachary just missed taking home the championship title and a spot on the All Star’s team, my son has been rewarded with a far more exceeding and eternal prize - one not seen by human eyes, yet one that will carry him farther in life than baseball alone ever will.

“For we walk by faith, not by sight.”
2 Corinthians 5:7