Will Work for Food

 

 

 

I read My Lowell’s blog today and saw the title Will Work for Food.  That title caught my attention.   He asked his readers what they would work for.  Good question.  What will we work for?  A house, cars, electricity, phones, computers, clothes, gas, water, toys, food, hobbies, fun, freedom.  There are lots of things.  They’re just that, aren’t they?   Things.  I’ve read some great articles and posts over the years about simplifying and such.  It’s really rather cliche’ in some circles.  That question, “What will you work for?” really is a good place to start.  Just as important is the question, “What won’t you work for?”

One of the very first things that started my husband down the road to the life we are currently living was a old, early 70’s model former police detective’s car.   By the time I saw it, it was old and tired and rusty.  Lowell rather jokingly offered to buy it for me when he saw the records of upkeep and the price, $250.  Now, it was almost 20 years ago, but I saw something in that old car that he didn’t.  Freedom!  He bought it for me.  I drove it proudly.  I called it my “I won’t work to pay for a car” car.  It ended up being a terrific blessing to me and our family.  Not having that extra car payment allowed us to make the choice for me to stay home and raise our newborn son, Matthew, myself.  That’s freedom.   It was one of the best things I ever did. 

So, now you know what I won’t work for.  

Laura

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Trapped…and Released

“Based on the information available today and the terms of the contract in force today, benefits will be available if the service is medically necessary.” Ten, twenty, thirty, forty times a day I would repeat that phrase. I was a customer service correspondent for Blue Cross and Blue Shield. I answered the phone all day long, explaining benefits, helping with medical claims that weren’t processed correctly or were misunderstood. I couldn’t answer the phone, fill out a form, or sneeze without putting a tally mark on a piece of paper so that my employer would be able to keep track of every moment of my day. I felt, with my headset attached to the phone system and my computer in front of me, like a dog on a chain. I was trapped. I must admit that for the most part, in the almost 18 years since I’ve been home with my children, that I’ve either forgotten or blocked out most of what it was like to be stuck in a job that I didn’t like, making too much money to quit, but not enough to get ahead. I was so young I didn’t appreciate the medical benefits except for maternity! I still remember the day, January 18, 1991 as my emancipation day, the day I was released! ~smile~

I think it’s good for me to remember, to appreciate the freedom I have now in comparison. No. I don’t have money to buy things I want most of the time. No, I can’t do all the things I want to, unless they’re free. Yes, it’s worth it. Being home with my children has been a wonderful privilege that my husband, God, and my willingness to go without have offered me. My children are different than they would have been if I’d been at work and they’d been at school. I thank God that I’ve been there to instill our beliefs, our faith, and our values in their lives as well as to teach them.

I also think that it’s good for me to reflect on what I would have been like, what I might have done, if not for Jesus, and on what I did do before Jesus. Our Pastor spoke Sunday about a man who killed many people at a Christmas party last week. He said that apart from Christ and the Holy Spirit in him, he could have been that man. Any one of us could have been that man. If we didn’t have Jesus, we would be at the mercy of whatever the world and Satan enticed us with. Desperation, fatigue, worry, fear, anxiety, hopelessness, anger, as well as a host of other pressures and sins would assail us.

Thank God for Jesus Christ and the work of salvation that he did at the cross. We have the opportunity to be reconciled to God, to have a clean conscience and a clean slate before Him in spite of our past sins. We have to choose to accept Jesus’ death being the payment for our sins and believe that he is resurrected, at God’s right hand in Heaven. Then, we must wash ourselves by reading the Word of God, the Holy Bible, daily, asking for God to fill us over and over with His Holy Spirit.

I need to remember what I was and what God had done for me through Jesus Christ and the Holy Spirit. I need to press forward, focusing more and more on God’s word and what He wants to do in me, my family, my church, and my community.

I ask God to bless you all as you think reflectively upon these things.

Laura
Thankful to be home and His

Something to Think About…. Martha Hands – Mary Heart

“I must have the hands of Martha,

Hands that scrub and cook and sew-

I can have the heart of Mary

While I do these things, you know.

Though my hands are in the dishpan,

This soul of mine can soar

And in thoughts sublime and lofty

Go right up to heaven’s door.

I must cook, oh endless dinners,

For my dear ones have to eat;

But my soul need not be cooking-

It can sit at Jesus’ feet!

Help me God, while doing duties

Against which my soul rebels,

But meekly still to peel potatoes,

But not grovel in the shells.

Grant me, God, mid things prosaic

Ere to choose the better part;

Grant that while I must be Martha,

I may have the Mary heart.”

–Author Unknown

May you seek His presence today.

God bless you,

Laura

Happy at Home

Something to Think About… The Message of Proverbs 31

I’ll be speaking in our homeschool support group in a couple of weeks about Proverbs 31:20-22.  I thought as part of my preparation that I would read the verses in a few different translations and versions.  This is how The Message interprets these verses.  I thought it was interesting; so, I thought I’d just share it with you all in case you don’t have this version.  This is a direct quote.  You can find all sorts of versions and translations at www.biblegateway.com

Proverbs 31:20-22 (The Message)

The Message (MSG)Copyright © 1993, 1994, 1995, 1996, 2000, 2001, 2002 by Eugene H. Peterson

Hymn to a Good Wife

 10-31 A good woman is hard to find,
   and worth far more than diamonds.
Her husband trusts her without reserve,
   and never has reason to regret it.
Never spiteful, she treats him generously
   all her life long.
She shops around for the best yarns and cottons,
   and enjoys knitting and sewing.
She’s like a trading ship that sails to faraway places
   and brings back exotic surprises.
She’s up before dawn, preparing breakfast
   for her family and organizing her day.
She looks over a field and buys it,
   then, with money she’s put aside, plants a garden.
First thing in the morning, she dresses for work,
   rolls up her sleeves, eager to get started.
She senses the worth of her work,
   is in no hurry to call it quits for the day.
She’s skilled in the crafts of home and hearth,
   diligent in homemaking.
She’s quick to assist anyone in need,
   reaches out to help the poor.
She doesn’t worry about her family when it snows;
   their winter clothes are all mended and ready to wear.
She makes her own clothing,
   and dresses in colorful linens and silks.
Her husband is greatly respected
   when he deliberates with the city fathers.
She designs gowns and sells them,
   brings the sweaters she knits to the dress shops.
Her clothes are well-made and elegant,
   and she always faces tomorrow with a smile.
When she speaks she has something worthwhile to say,
   and she always says it kindly.
She keeps an eye on everyone in her household,
   and keeps them all busy and productive.
Her children respect and bless her;
   her husband joins in with words of praise:
“Many women have done wonderful things,
   but you’ve outclassed them all!”
Charm can mislead and beauty soon fades.
   The woman to be admired and praised
   is the woman who lives in the Fear-of-God.
Give her everything she deserves!
   Festoon her life with praises!

My friend, Mrs. B.  recently pointed out to me and some other ladies that this is not a real woman.  This is the ideal woman as described by King Lemuel’s mother.  That was a great comfort to me.  This lady seems perfect.  What mother doesn’t want a perfect wife for her son?  Perhaps it’s something to aspire to and work toward rather than a judgement upon those of us (all of us) that are less than perfect.  Know what I mean?
Blessings to you all, I’m up late rather than early!  I guess I’d better get to bed. 
God bless and don’t beat yourselves up over Mrs. P31 anymore!
Laura
Happy at Home