Monday, April 29, 2013

The Best of Boys

In September of 2010, I went to my first True Woman Conference. There was at least one male attendee among the hundreds of women there. His name was Joel Schaeffer Owen and, the four month old bundle of baby boy, was with me.

I was still pretty overwhelmed at the fact of having a boy. There had been little question in my mind of how to train the girls early on, pointing them to the gospel first, but then to biblical femininity and striving to model it for them, although imperfectly, for sure. But, not growing up with a dad and not having any brothers, made me insecure about how to interact with a boy and how to train him in biblical masculinity. Matt was quick to comfort, assuring me a large part of that job was his, and we'd work together on it. But, of course, the boy would still be spending almost all of his time with me for at least 5 years so I still had some things to figure out.

By the end of the conference, ironically exclusively for women, my mind was at ease and I had confidence in a significant contribution I could have in raising our son. I realized one of the best thing I could do for him as his mom, was to embrace my womanhood for the glory of Christ. (Read here for exactly what I mean by that.) I needed to strive to manifest the wisdom of God's design in creating us differently, male and female. To show him we are purposefully intended to be different, so God could get all the glory for His brilliance in the created order. So I left committed, more than ever, to using my womanhood in an effort to display God's greatness before my son's eyes.

Now, almost three years later, I'm much more acclimated to most things boy. But, even still, I struggle. The other night I was asking Matt what is it about boys that make them act before thinking. Schaeffer's aggressive impulsiveness is such a mystery to me and I am constantly addressing it with him. I had an "Aha!" moment when Matt explained, "The good aspect of God making us like that is so we run toward the fight instead of away from it!" With images of Boston fresh on my mind, Matt's words made me worship God right then and there. There are so many facets to our amazing God! I just keep turning Him and observing Him from the different angles, displayed in His creating people and nature in general, and am constantly breath-taken!

"Keep showing me Yourself, Lord, through the husband and son you've placed in my life! I want to know more of You through the way You made them!"

A few days ago, Matt forwarded me a helpful (and beautiful) article on the topic of manhood. Another piece of the man-puzzle came together for me. (And they say we're the complicated ones! ;). The author describes, in even more detail, what I have been searching for in knowing how to interact with Schaeffer.

"[His mother is] suspicious of women who like to keep their boys in diapers, as it were. So she nudges Luke toward her husband. She buys them the same kinds of clothes. She admires Luke’s skill in hitting a ball, or painting, or building a tepee—whatever he sets his heart upon.

She becomes to him the best of girls, even when he doesn’t know he likes girls yet. She never ceases to be his mother and to command his respect, but she will also claim his duty as her protector. If the groceries are heavy, she asks him to handle them, knowing that eventually he will overmatch her in strength. When that day comes she’ll boast about it to her friends.

Her love for him is necessarily a love for his nature as a boy. One cannot say, “I love my terrier Whitey, but I wish he wouldn’t wag his tail.” She wants him to grow up to be a man whom a good woman would marry. She cannot encourage that by personal example. She encourages it rather by showing the love of a woman for her husband, regardless of the sparks that attend every union of the sexes. And she encourages it by expectation. She calls him to manhood by letting him practice being the man: as a mother teaches her son to “lead” her in a formal dance."

Everytime I read that excerpt I tear up. Partly because it is hard to let go of my growing boy. But partly because, since he has to grow, I desperately want him to grow to be the right kind of man. After pointing him to the gospel, the main way to help him to that end continues to be pretty straightforward. Be the woman God intended me to be and let him practice being - and by God's grace someday he'll actually become - the kind of godly man I'd want to marry. And, if I do say so myself, I have excellent taste in men.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Real Men...

walk around the house with a fairy wand handy.

Monday, April 22, 2013

I Am Weak But He Is Strong

I'm not the best journaler you've ever met. Honestly, one of the main reasons I do it is because it's something I can do half asleep, waiting for the coffee to course through my veins, so I can be more alert for the really important things like reading my Bible and praying. So my entries are usually brief and barely articulate at best. But they are helpful to assist me in remembering. My great-grandpa warned me that the older you get the faster time seems to fly. Well, at thirty-seven, I'm getting a glimpse of what he meant. I can hardly separate what happened when anymore because it all seems to be going so fast. I find myself asking Matt, "Which of our kids used to say_______?" Even those details I thought would be etched in my mind forever are much harder to retrieve these days. So it's good for me to have a record of things like, "Funny how [Matt and I've] had two fights the week before our 10 year anniversary." And then read what (more accurately Who) has faithfully helped us find joy and overcome the difficulties of marriage in a fallen world, "Please do not leave us to ourselves. We surely would perish [in our sin] if not for You. We cannot do without You!"

As I remember my thirty-sixth year by flipping through my journal entries, a few themes stand out to me:
1) My physical weakness - "Please help me each step of the way today! I need you every hour!" "Need grace to keep plugging along! Please help me!" "Please help us persevere!" "Still need your strength and help just as much as ever!" "Please help me walk with you today!" "We are always dependent and always in need of your sustaining grace to get us through." "Have felt so flat energy-wise lately. Just exhausted by the end of the day."
2) My spiritual weakness - "Please tune my heart to sing your praise and stand in awe of You!" "Please continue to work on my spirit to make it gentle and meek! I need You!" "Help me to be patient in serving and diligent in disciplining!" "Struggled yesterday with trusting You." "I need to be more like [our missionary] Kara [Howell]. Her spirit of contentedness and flexibility and peace speaks to the testing of her faith that has brought [those things] about. Soften my edges, Lord!"
3) My God's strength - "I just opened my Bible and thought, 'I love this Book!' It speaks to me of the love and grace I've experienced. It heals and restores. It gives life. It is all I need." "You gave a good day yesterday in spite of my struggles with tiredness and self-doubt. Thank you!" "I have all that I need in Jesus to help me deal with a variety of life circumstances in a way that exalts Him." "You answer prayer each day in such gracious ways. Thank you for providing help in my striving against sin."

I must conclude after reflecting on this past year, there was never a day God left me alone in my weakness. I often admitted my weakness and sinfulness, sometimes out of humility, but sometimes I actually confessed my struggles because I was proud and needed the reminder that even when I didn't feel like I needed Him, I still did. Sometimes, I was scared and wondered what a day would bring, and if by the end of the day my life would be completely different than it was when I woke up that morning. So I reminded myself of the security of walking with Sovereignty each step of the way each day. And even in the face of my on-going battles with sin, He never withdrew. He remained faithful to me showering me with assurances and love and forgiveness through His Word and His Spirit.

So, I must move forward in this new year of life boasting in my weaknesses. Because when I am weak, I am strong in all the strength He provides!
Strength will rise as we wait upon the Lord,
Wait upon the Lord, we will wait upon the Lord.
Strength will rise as we wait upon the Lord,
Wait upon the Lord, we will wait upon the Lord.
Our God, You reign forever!
Our hope, our Strong Deliverer.
You are the Everlasting God,
The Everlasting God.
You do not faint,
You won't grow weary.
You're the defender of the weak,
You comfort those in need,
You lift us up on wings like eagles!

Monday, April 15, 2013

Don't Let Me Lose the Wonder

Last week we ran into a friend who had her new baby along. She talked about her little one with such sweet wonder and delight. I caught myself start to do what I hate when people do to me - feel the need to shatter that joy with stories of the havoc this little one would soon bring upon her life. "Oh, just wait until he can talk back!" And, "At least he's portable now. Wait until you're stuck in the house at night constrained by his bedtime." And a personal favorite, "You feel that way now, but wait until you have two (or three or four)!" But thankfully, those unhelpful and mean-spirited words didn't make it out of my mouth. Instead, I decided to let this new mom instruct me. After all, when was the last time I looked at my kids with wonder like she did hers? Well, honestly I look at them in wonder a lot. Like wondering, "Are you really a fellow human? I know your DNA says you are, but honestly your actions are tipping the scale in favor of your being part of the animal kingdom about now." And astonishment like, "Did you really just tell your Dad in an extremely loud voice that the lady standing two feet away from us has a big nose?!"

Needless to say, running into our new-mom friend was a well-timed providence.
So, since our kids are still 2, 4, and 7, and we're about to enter a three month period when they'll each advance a year, and because I desperately need to remember what it's like to wonder at my kids sweetly and delightfully as if I'm holding them for the first time, indulge me for a few minutes.

 

Stella - Our Information Gatherer and Passer of Judgments


When we were at Hobby Lobby in January to support them and their right not to provide certain abortive pills to their employees, your dad was relaying the situation to you. Within seconds of his explanation about the quandary and without his ever using the words, you exclaimed, "But don't we have religious freedom in America?!" Spot on. You struggle with the complexities in people who can do so much good and still get some things so wrong. Like the Puritans and their views and treatment of African Americans. So you've joined us in examining our lives for what glaring sin we aren't standing against and helping people be freed from. In keeping with that, you have learned more about social injustice this year and have declared, "There are two things I hate most: slavery and abortion." Performing social services and pro-life activism hasn't been difficult for you to navigate as a Christian. Upon hearing the abortion clinic had closed where we've invested hours of prayer and reaching out to men and women in distress you added, "But our work isn't done yet since they still don't know Jesus." In just two years of involvement, you synthesized and simplified the complexities that have paralyzed some Christians to inactivity on the issue for over four decades! You are the self-declared "Ruler of Kids" in our house and are quick to detect the sins and shortcomings of those under your dominion. Actually, most of the time you're right. But we've got to keep working on that whole beam sticking out of your own eye thing. However, that's for another time.

 

Ruby - Our Determined Advocate

If you're fighting for someone, I know you're fighting to win. You informed us this year in no uncertain terms that one of your hobbies is winning trophies. Your dad and I joke that when a discipline is administered, we just have to wait for it. Sure enough we'll hear your indignant voice, "He didn't mean it that way! He's just hungry!" or "If she can't have one, I'm not going to either!" or "Are you being mean to Mommy or are you just teasing her?!" Your teachers have told me over and over how friendly you are to guests in your class. They've also said how you've befriend one of your classmates on the Autism Spectrum and how he has responded to you because you're always including him in what your other friends are doing. Mrs.Traci even said you asked him to your house for a sleepover. One day when I had gotten some sad family news and was crying with Daddy on the couch you helped cheer me by generously giving me your most prized possession - your coins. Since justice is your delight, you are learning more and more about the righteous standard by which we measure our lives and the God who is just and the Justifier of many through Jesus. You love to go on theological tyraids and preach it with Piperesque passion!


Schaeffer - Our Enforcer, Instigator, and Unmistakably Third Born


When your sister asks if she has sufficiently finished the food on her plate you look over before we can and decide, "No! No treat!" And when we are correcting one of your sisters you're quick to punctuate it with, "Happy heart!" You repeat our every admonition to them knowing just how to get under their skin. You and Ruby have become quite the pair. You play king and queen together trying to bring down the reign of the "Ruler of Kids."

You "wash" her hair and yours with hand sanitizer when you're supposed to be brushing your teeth. (I think she likes being along for the ride of your instigation. Guilt by association seems a much safer option to her than direct disobedience.)

You endure all the confusion of being the third born like a champ. Like my still desperately wanting you to be a baby in some ways and treating you as such and yet simultaneously demanding you exercise your independence. Like "Don't you want Mommy to hold you?" and then "Mommy's not holding you! You're old enough to walk!" And my talking to you a lot about going potty but lacking motivation to actually equip you with the skills. So your sisters (one appauled at the dirty diapers and passing judgment on an incapable mom and the other advocating for your right to wear your Thomas big boy undies) have become much more serious about the effort - even making you your own sticker chart and reward system. As the third born, I'm counting on your absorbing a lot of information just by exposure (I just don't have time to intentionally teach you everything I'd like) and you have risen to the occasion. We can't help but crack up at the motions you know to the historical timeline the girls have memorized. You know George Washington was our first President, winter at Valley Forge was cold, John Knox was a Scottish Reformer, Martin Luther started the Reformation, and the US purchased Louisiana from France. You identify every boat as the Dawn Treader and every lion as Aslan. And, on some rare occasions, you even give me hope that you are learning to obey and won't always be controlled by your horridly destructive impulsiveness.

I really don't want to lose the wonder of these kids as I wander with them through life. I pray God will use their personalities and affinities and aversions to make them a gospel-driven force to be reckoned with. I wonder what they'll become. I wonder. But God knows.

"No eye has seen, no ear has heard, and no mind has imagined what God has prepared for those who love him." I Corinthians 2:9

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Today's Joy Dare: Remembering Autism Awareness Month

This morning the kids and I were thanking God for "Gifts Opened Up." We watched this moving video embodying the 3 gifts we kept coming back to:

1) Opened Hands - to love and accept

2) Opened Hearts - to see and feel

3) Opened Mouths - to praise and tell