Monday, June 25, 2012
Unschooled and Ordinary
I fall to my knees and cry out in total abandonment to God. Who am I that God of creation, God of the universe would use me....use our family....to show His glory. That He would use me as a vessel through which to pour out His goodness and show His glory is incomprehensible to me. I stand at ocean's edge and try to wrap my head around how small I am and how big He is. A fleeting breath of wind, a mere grain of sand among trillions yet He hears the cry of my heart and He listens. He cares and He answers. It's like trying to wrap the arms of understanding around the base of Everest. When I've only begun to see his height, his depth, his breadth....life changes, discomforts fade, there is truly unimaginable joy in seeing the impossible made possible because of Him. Who am I that he would use me? Who are we that He would use our family to demonstrate His love to the world? I turn into Him and see with new eyes. This house we occupy...it's a gift, an opportunity to love the unloveable. The landlord.....he thinks the world of us and is asking us not to leave. Despite all of my griping he honestly loves each and every one of our kids and sings their praises. His overprotective nature comes from a true love for them, as he parents his own children this way also. He sees in Brad and our children what he longs for in life. Fulfillment and joy...and he longs to be there. I drop to knees and ask of the Lord repeatedly..."Why us? Why have you pursued and not given up???? Why are we here with You?" And over and again I hear...it is confirmed in so many ways, "Because you are unschooled and ordinary. You are nothing. I am all." It is not until we are stripped of it all that He can come in and show Himself through us. We have been stripped of pride. We have endured the judgement of the world as knowledge of what happened was known. Judgement that we failed as parents. Judgement that we had too many kids to adequately look out for the wellbeing of each and we suffered one of the most disastrous consequences because of it. People rallied around us to support us but many stood in judgement and total condemnation over what we had "allowed" to happen. Pride...it burned to ashes in the pain. And I know that without Him I am not capable of anything. Pride does not exist when you have been taken to such lows. ...because I know deeply that tomorrow I am capable of failing so devastatingly yet again. I. Am. Not. Adequate. But because of a God that loves me more than life itself...His own life...He will sustain and heal and raise up the broken just so others may see His glory.
Summer....heat...July....it is an earth shaking annual reminder that I am nothing. But Jesus+nothing=everything. Seems a little elementary. Too elementary. But when I add me into the equation...Jesus+me=complete inability to work. Because there is no room for me when there is communion with him And I find that the safest place to be. There is no reputation to uphold because I know more than ever that I can never in a lifetime maintain any kind of pedestal status. The only thing I can be is real. And honest and forthright in everything that I do.
There is no salvation in the law and total legalism. There are no boundaries in a life where every act is covered in grace and it's a christian idealism that it's easier to get forgiveness than permission. There is only Him. In Him and through Him, through His words, there is total balance. There is grace, there is forgiveness, there are boundaries. There is total, all consuming joy that most people in the world will never know. It won't ever be known until it is realized that the watered down, American Jesus that apathetic, comfortable Christians portray isn't really Jesus at all. It's not the Jesus of the Bible. It's the comfortable American Jesus. Pick and choose what you wanna follow so no discomfort is ever experienced. But in the discomfort and dying to self comes total, all consuming, absolute supernatural joy....when one's heart is stayed on Him..... what I can accomplish for Him....rather than what He can do for me. Total death of self.
I see Him in our children. I see and hear about their visions for life. I stand in awe that they are learning from us in this journey what it is to follow and long for Him. Hearts submitted at early ages. That they have been spared what I was taught growing up....that they do not have a lifetime of false teachings to overcome. That as we lay down self and learn to live in radical abandonment to Him, so they are taught also.
Unschooled and ordinary. I failed every English class I ever took. I am not an educated writer. My sentences get too long and over half are run-ons. The posts are way too long for any person to ever survive. I say politically incorrect things. I cuss and offend. I scream and yell at my kids and then blog about it. I gripe. I whine. I complain. I entertain week long pity parties. But somewhere in there He has saved to make his glory known through us. He uses the highly fallible and broken....the one stripped of all reputation, all pride, everything this world esteems....to make known His power. And in being stripped of everything the unattainable joy is attained when we finally realize what it is to draw near to him.....cling to Him for our very life. Because without him there is no life....there is merely existence. Absolute, total desperation. It's a beautiful thing. In the physical discomfort, the death of self, comes total fulfillment in Him....only if you move beyond the self centered nature of fallible human-ness and embrace the bigger vision of Him. There is a world he longs in which He longs to make himself known through those that are willing to be used.
He has answered us in our constant fervent intercession of this house. As we have driven there and walked and prayed for about an hour each day over the course of the last 5 weeks He has come and done things we never in a lifetime saw coming. Given us visions far beyond just a house. Visions of opening up the doors to so many. Visions of a house of faith and blessing to others. How 12 years of vacancy can be turned into something that proclaims that He lives and His glory and splendor is unsurpassed. That he lives, breathes, ad still moves mountains so that all will testify of His existence. Slowly, over the past few weeks as we have sought His heart and prayed, it has become a story that's not about us, but all about Him. That those who doubt may see that He still lives. And though disappointment would be experienced on our part I know that He doesn't have any reputation to uphold. We reached a place that, despite our desires, if He didn't move in this situation it was just ok. Day after day we prayed. We checked mail for a supernatural work as each day our outlook began to change. It's not about our comfort but what we can accomplish for Him....what he can do through us to make Himself known.
We attended auction yesterday. Children sat quietly against wall and place began to fill. People perusing and studying home we already know by heart. Home now filled with the prayers entire family has prayed as He has given vision. Vision of home filled with people wanting to know Him intimately, searching as we are. Vision of home filled with 11 children and yet more from the nations who have been added to our family. Little disciples being trained to go back out into the world making Him known to the nations. Laborers of love as they make His presence known to those around them. Passionate disciples for Him raised in a house of faith in a little prayer closet out in the woods.
People gathered. Auctioneer began. No takers. Beginning bid was dropped. No takers yet again. People filled expansive downstairs of home. Nothing. Finally man came forward. "I'll give you 10,000.00."
Auctioneer "Well, I'll take it as a starting bid but we'll have to go up from there. Bank'll never accept it."
He worked to get to 20,000.00 where bidding ended. He made the call to pack it up, as it was a total waste of time for everyone. No contract could be written as bids were so far below reserve price. And all walked away with house still sitting, prayed over in every regard. God did not shut the doors for us and the vision lives on. Auctioneer and old man friend came to talk to our family at length, loving on kids, teasing and talking....falling in love with family. They walked away, after hearing our story of this house and being told why we could not bid and the faith story, and now are praying on our behalf as well. As our story has traveled we now have 2 entire churches praying and a multitude of people praying as well. Others waiting...watching....a world of people who refuse to believe watching to see if He exists. And yesterday...infamous auction day....it did not become our's but neither did it sell. And so the fervent prayers continue with growing excitement and anticipation of watching him work. Not only is it not over....our story has only just begun! Oh that we may live a life that screams that He lives. Wholly and totally, completely ruined for the ordinary.
Let it be noted that we are limited to phones and 3G Internet access until the 1st. Blogging at any length on a phone is a bit difficult and thoughts are hard to convey. Any amount of blogging will be entirely limited until the 1st.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
The Sick Files
I know I wear this day book thing out...but I'm bored. Activity within the brain has been slowed at this point so creative blogging is non existent at the moment. The day book thinks for me....and relieves boredom. You know it's bad when even Angry Birds, Draw Something and Words with Friends phone games no longer even hold my attention. They were fun....for the first 5 hours. Moving on now. And no, this is not a pity post. This is a random, total waste of my time and even bigger waste of your time post due to absolute boredom.
.....and then I woke up this morning, tomorrow has arrived and and it's just not looking too promising. Still in pain....and still running fever. I will prevail!! Tomorrow.
On a more serious note....we are very much in a spiritual battle that began 9 months ago when the decision was made to follow in radical obedience to what we felt the Lord was asking us to do. As the list of what we have fought and are currently fighting continues to grow I am beginning to take great comfort in knowing satan would not be trying this hard if we were not shaking up heaven and earth. I have been reminded that the Lord allowed satan to test Job to show satan Job would not waver. So with everything we have already dealt since being here and now dealing with both washer and dryer going out simultaneously 2 days ago, I am in bed with this, Grayson has strep, and the list continues this came to mind this morning. I have read Romans 8 all my life but not until now has it really become real and begun to have any kind of depth of meaning. We will press in and continue to push forward searching for Him and seeking Him with all of our heart, growing in wisdom and in truth as individuals, as a couple and as a family. I find it interesting that the word "love" is translated into "favor" in Romans 8. God has plans to use us greatly.
Life in pics.....
Outside my window....
people that are walking, running, P90Xing and Insanitying with no fever.
I am thinking.....
that it's a bit ironic for one to suddenly have so much spare time in bed to do any number of computer related projects and all I want to do is lay here and not move.
I am thankful......
for dr's....even though it was a foreign, on call male dr that just HAD to do a boob exam since it was, after all, a boobie related visit. I hate going to the dr. 3 women midwives and none ever had to do a "mastitis exam". But the one foreign male dr.....yep....he sees reason to be "thorough". After 11 kids and just as many cases of mastitis I think I know my body pretty well and what is wrong with it. There is no reason you have to go looking at it....unless it turns into MRSA like The Marathon Mom's experience with it. I think if it were not for my husband dragging my butt up there I would be content to never see a dr. I can only hope I brightened his day by my little boobie visit.
I am wearing.....
sick clothes. And no...by the very nature of that name they are not even close to being sexy.
I am hearing....
Blue's Clues as 9 out of 11 kids are piled in bed with me.
I am remembering....
that my fever has just now gotten below the 102 mark for the 1st time since yesterday afternoon, despite outrageous doses of Tylenol and Motrin.
I am going.....
to avoid the dr's office at all cost for the next little while. Those poor people know us by name now.
I am reading....
nothing. My eyeballs are burning along with the rest of my body.
I am hoping.....
that the Lord will see that despite the darts being thrown at us right now and the spiritual warfare raging in the heavens we'll be persistent and continue to press in.
On my mind.....
that my BP was 92/50 the first time and 98/50 thereafter. Who knew blood pressure could be so good.
I am noticing....
when I stay in bed for the day the whole house kinda goes to crap in record time. Based on the sounds I have heard intermittently throughout the day I am uncertain as to whether it will still be standing tomorrow.
I am pondering.....
the fact that when one is young and running 102 they still have the capacity to be up and running around, yet running 102 at the age of 36 is capable of making one feel like they are near death.
So...tomorrow....24 hours after starting antibiotics....I should be good to go! Dr says to stay in bed and just nurse for the next few days...but since that is nowhere near being a fathomable option I might as well hit the ground running. So....back to P90 tmrw!
.....and then I woke up this morning, tomorrow has arrived and and it's just not looking too promising. Still in pain....and still running fever. I will prevail!! Tomorrow.
On a more serious note....we are very much in a spiritual battle that began 9 months ago when the decision was made to follow in radical obedience to what we felt the Lord was asking us to do. As the list of what we have fought and are currently fighting continues to grow I am beginning to take great comfort in knowing satan would not be trying this hard if we were not shaking up heaven and earth. I have been reminded that the Lord allowed satan to test Job to show satan Job would not waver. So with everything we have already dealt since being here and now dealing with both washer and dryer going out simultaneously 2 days ago, I am in bed with this, Grayson has strep, and the list continues this came to mind this morning. I have read Romans 8 all my life but not until now has it really become real and begun to have any kind of depth of meaning. We will press in and continue to push forward searching for Him and seeking Him with all of our heart, growing in wisdom and in truth as individuals, as a couple and as a family. I find it interesting that the word "love" is translated into "favor" in Romans 8. God has plans to use us greatly.
Life in pics.....
We traded the rattlesnakes out for these. I had actually grown to live in peace with our reptilic friends. They rattled to keep us away and we respected them and kept our distance. These turd snakes make no noise. The just sneakily sit and wait under the leaves...which on the ground with the leaves....your eyes have to be trained to see them. Otherwise they look just like the habitat through which they slither. Poisonous, crapped out, turd snakes.
Are there even any words needed????
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Picture Catch-up
With a raging case of mastitis going I have a little more computer time than anticipated. Feeling a little miserable and a little brain dead at this point so I'll stick with pics.
Sooo.....maybe some little kids....or big kids.....left the brand new, long anticipated camera outside overnight....in the 2nd torrential downpour we've experienced here in this eastern state. So we're here now...back to square one with a camera....and limited to amazing quality phone pics. But, it is undoubtedly better than being completely without a camera.
Baby snapping turtle Grayson caught in his net.
Bright and early. He woke up thirsty.
Sometimes what it just comes down to for mischievous Baby A.
One of the many treasures discovered when you live in the trees.
Sweet, sweet boys. And no....that is not mold behind them though I am quite certain the level of nasty on the gross factor scale measures the equivalent. But...the boys sure are cute!
Parmesan cheese....fresh from the frig...for lunch.
How much my heart loves this boy. It absolutely melts at the sight and sounds of him. Happy, content, sweet, wiggly, talkative boy of mine.
Our new couch. I really just love free stuff.
Not only does it serve the purpose of seating people....it's multi functional.
Life with boys...lots of them.
East coast rain
One more reason not to have carpet. But hey...at least Ivye knows her A's!
My view after getting out of the shower and unlocking the door. I finally told them to take numbers.
Off the beaten trails....
The vines are works of art all unto themselves...
Climbing boys
They have an entire playground and this is where they end up.
Attending jiu jitsuing husband's 1st tournament in which he took 2nd place! Undoubtedly the first of many tournaments to come. I love being married to a man that has the ability to kick some butt and kids that possess the ability to kick butt too.
Watching them roll....
Daddy's fan club and cheering section.
Park days and more hiking...while avoiding poison ivy at all cost.
New trails
Sporting his new shiner. Earned while riding tricycle down hill at illegal boy speeds. Handlebar to eye socket never bodes well.
I'm thinkin there's room for at least 10 more.
It's always more fun when there's two of you.
When there's just a skeleton crew of kids. Looks and feels a little strange. Older girls were at neighbors swimming and all babies in bed for the night.
Opening my eyes to this and a 4 year old voice telling me I'm the most beautiful girl he's ever seen and the smartest girl he knows. That beats Folgers anyday.
The love of hydrangeas! All of the kids are mesmerized by them. We have bouquets filling cabinets and table. And yep....they picked 'em. Big blue gigantic puff balls of flowers. They're amazing.
Cartoons with the early morning risers.
Ivye's a little happy to be holding him. Chubby growing boy. 3 months old today.
Apparently they were hungry for oatmeal.
Guess he wanted a bath too.
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