Missionary Christmas Gifts

Since I have mentioned our church’s missionary Christmas gift project, I’ve had some questions about it, so I thought I would explain it a little more. But I want to say at the outset I would also love to hear what you or your church does, and I would also love to hear from missionaries about what things have been helpful and even not so helpful that individuals or churches have done for them.

Whatever you do for missionaries or servicemen or anyone overseas, contact them first. It is all too easy to be a burden rather than a blessing with packages. We have had some missionaries for whom the duties they would have to pay on packages would make receiving any kind of package prohibitive. Others can tell you particular designations to put on the customs forms that would cause the least problems or duties for them. In some countries there is a degree of corruption in the mailing system, and missionaries can alert you to wording on the customs form that would not draw undue attention. Some missionaries have people come over from the States regularly and would rather you send a package to those people who will then bring it when they come — this not only saves on shipping but is more secure. And most countries have lists of prohibited items. The United States Postal Service web site has an Index of Countries which you can click on to find specific prohibited lists and other details, like package size restrictions, for each country.

I also want to say that when I mention problems or frustrations, it’s not meant as whining or complaining. I just want to be realistic for anyone who might be contemplating doing this. Anything we do in this life, even as a ministry, will have it problems.

As it stands now, what we usually do is e-mail our missionaries in the summer to ask for gift ideas for their family members and ministry and any particular mailing instructions. We also ask for ages of children, sizes, color preferences, etc. We try to give them a reasonable time frame, knowing that they are busy and that some have only limited e-mail access (of course, for those with no e-mail or unreliable e-mail, you can always write them a note). The very first time we explained a little bit more about what we were doing, but most of our missionaries are familiar with it now.

Then I take all the responses and make a master list and make copies to give out to folks at church. I also make a master sign-up list which stays on the back table at church. As people peruse the lists, they sign up for the things they want to buy, and a designated box is placed for people to turn the items in as they buy them. We usually do this over the whole month of September. Then in our October ladies meeting we wrap and label the gifts, then over the next few weeks I package and mail them.

The lady from whom I got this idea would put the gift ideas on 3 x 5 cards and alphabetize them by missionary name, then set up a little table in the church lobby so that people could come to her, tell her who they wanted to provide a gift for, and she would give them a card and note who had what card on a list. That worked fine for that church, but for me, I personally would like to see the whole list before deciding what to buy. I’ve learned over the years that some people buy for particular people, but some people buy preferred things. One lady used to buy tennis balls and golf balls every year because we would have some of those on several missionary lists: another lady who was a nurse liked to buy anything of a medical nature, etc. Some people prefer to donate money, and I use that for gifts that haven’t been signed up for or to “fill in” (for instance, if one child in a family gets socks and another has two toys, I try to find a toy to balance it out).

Another lady mentioned putting the gift ideas on paper ornaments on a Christmas tree in the lobby to make it a real “Christmas in September” (or July or whenever you do it). Though I really like this idea, I’d be afraid of some of the ornaments being accidentally knocked off or blown off or taken off by little kids, etc.

I ask for the items to be turned in unwrapped for a couple of reasons. I don’t want to over-manage, but sometimes people do get the wrong thing or the wrong size or title. Sometimes the gift isn’t quite appropriate: someone recently turned in an item for a one year old that was better suited to an infant. Sometimes people turn things in in big gift boxes that are bigger than the postal size restrictions, so we have to repackage them.

One of the problems that I encounter is timing. Sometimes the missionaries don’t respond in time (many are great about answering right away, and some travel and don’t see my message for a while, but some, just like us, don’t “get around to it.” When I do hear from them after I have made the master list, I can either buy their gifts with designated money, or often someone at church will come to me near the end of our endeavor to ask if anything is still needed, and I can give them ideas from those late entries.) And sometimes church folks don’t get things turned in on time, so it can take a while to tie up all the loose ends.

Another problem is that some missionaries will have people sign up for a lot of items, and others will have few to none. Part of this has to do with accessibility: people easily sign up for things they can get at the grocery store or Wal-Mart. They also tend not to sign up for anything over about the $20 range. Some families don’t mind spending $25-50, but they don’t want to spend that all on one thing. Many missionaries send us a variety of ideas and tell us they don’t expect everything on the list but just want to give a variety, which is excellent. We do ask the missionaries to designate on their lists if there is anything they prefer more that another on those lists, but only one has ever done that. So sometimes we end up with one missionary family with two boxes full of smaller grocery store items and another who only listed maybe one idea per person, but those items were harder to find or a little more expensive, and those missionaries don’t get signed up for at all, though the totals of the items on their list are about the same. I do try to emphasize to the folks at church that it would be better to have one gift per person than many gifts for one and none for another. At this point we take care of that with designated money or funds from our ladies’ budget, but I am trying to figure out a better way to handle it. I don’t at all begrudge the one family the two boxes of stuff, especially the items that I know they can’t get in their country — but I don’t want another family to have little.

Some churches deal with this by buying the same items for every missionary family, so they all get the same packages. But I would really rather personalize it with things that they truly want and can use. One missionary friend was telling me that those kinds of packages almost always contain toiletries, and though they appreciate the intent and the thought, they’re almost overrun with toiletries. So I think a generic package that would be meaningful might be hard to do unless it is something personal or homemade. Another church I know sends $25 per person for each missionary family member (usually to their mission board, but check with the mission board or missionary first to find out what’s best for that individual family), and that’s fine, too. But it is fun for them to get packages in the mail, and even with cash, there are items that some can’t get in their country that we’re happy to send.

Despite some of the problems mentioned, this is a joy to do, and we have heard from our missionary families that it is a blessing. I don’t know if there is an ideal or problem-free way to handle gift-giving overseas.

This is the first year that we are mailing things without benefit of what used to be called “surface mail,” the slowest but cheapest mailing rate (one person said things sent by surface mail went via boat, train, or llama. 🙂 ) The post office did away with it because they felt senders were more interested in speed and reliability than a low cost factor. When I first heard this earlier in the year, I consulted our pastor and church business manager to see if we should do anything differently. They said to just do things the same way this year and we’d evaluate before doing anything next year. It will probably cost us easily twice the shipping fees as in previous years. We want to be generous and be a blessing to our missionaries, but we want to be good stewards, too, so we may have to do something different next year, like put an emphasis on just sending things they can’t get in their country or sending one item per person or something else in the future. I’m not quite sure yet what we will do.

Some general tips for sending overseas mail:

— Though it is nicer to send things in gift boxes, when you’re sending a lot you have to compress everything down to the smallest and lightest packaging that you can.

— Anything liquid — lotion, shampoo, etc. — need to be put in a sealable bag and have some packaging material around it to absorb it if it should spill.

— Things with strong odors (soaps, candles) need to be put into sealable bags and placed away from food items in the shipping box.

— Anything breakable needs to be wrapped with packaging material to cushion it.

— There might be some things, like books, that can be ordered online and (and sometimes even gift-wrapped) and shipped directly to the person.

More mailing tips are here.

This wasn’t originally intended as a “Works For Me Wednesday” post, but then I decided it would work for that, too. You can find more tips, or add your own, at Rocks In My Dryer.

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Quotes on Thanksgiving and thankfulness

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“Our harvest being gotten in, our Governor sent four men on fowling so that we might, after a special manner, rejoice together after we had gathered the fruit of our labors. They four in one day killed as much fowl as… served the company almost a week… Many of the Indians came amongst us and… their greatest King, Massasoit, with some ninety men, whom for three days we entertained and feasted; and they went out and killed five deer, which they brought… And although it be not always so plentiful as it was at this time with us, yet by the goodness of God we are…far from want.”

~ Edward Winslow, Plymouth, Massachusetts, December, 1621
Christian, Pilgrim

A thankful heart is not only the greatest virtue, but the parent of all other virtues
~ Cicero

O Lord, that lends me life, lend me a heart replete with thankfulness.
~ William Shakespeare

The Pilgrims came to America not to accumulate riches but to worship God, and the greatest wealth they left unborn generations was their heroic example of sacrifice that their souls might be free.
~ Harry Moyle Tippett

Pride slays thanksgiving, but an humble mind is the soil out of which thanks naturally grow, A proud man is seldom a grateful man, for he never thinks he gets as much as he deserves
~ Henry Ward Beecher

Measured by the standards of men of their time, [the Pilgrims] were the humble of the earth. Measured by later accomplishments, they were the mighty. In appearance weak and persecuted they came – rejected, despised – an insignificant band; in reality strong and independent, a mighty host of whom the world was not worthy destined to free mankind.
~ Calvin Coolidge

Every virtue divorced from thankfulness is maimed and limps along the spiritual road.
~ Henry Ward Beecher

We ought to give thanks for all fortune: if it is “good,” because is it good, if “bad” because it works in us patience, humility, and the contempt of this world and the hope of our eternal country.
~ C. S. Lewis

No people on earth have more cause to be thankful than ours, and this is said reverently, in no spirit of boastfulness in our own strength, but with the gratitude to the Giver of good who has blessed us.
~ Theodore Roosevelt

Thanksgiving, to be truly thanksgiving, is first thanks, then giving.
~ Unknown

In the old Anglo-Saxon, to be “thankful” meant to be “thinkful.” Thinking of one’s blessings should stir one to gratitude.
~ Unknown

This is the holy reasoning of love; it draws no license from grace, but rather feels the strong constraints of gratitude leading it to holiness.
~ Charles Haddon Spurgeon

O Thou Who has given us so much, mercifully grant us one more thing: a grateful heart.
~George Herbert

More Thanksgiving -related content on this blog:

Thanksgiving Bible Study
Thanksgiving devotional reading is here.
Last year’s collection of Thanksgiving quotes are here.
Thanksgiving “funnies” are here and A “Redneck Thanksgiving” is here.
Thanksgiving poems are here and More Thanksgiving Poems are here.

Join us for Kelli’s “Giving Thanks” event this week at There’s No Place Like Home.

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And since I have thirteen quotes, I’ll include this for a Thursday Thirteen. 😀

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(Top and bottom graphics are from Snapshots of Joy)

Works-For-Me Wednesday: Two quick and easy cookie recipes

wfmwheader_4.jpgSometimes a child forgets to tell us he needs to bring cookies for something at school or church until the last minute, or sometimes our schedule just gets out of control and we’re short on time to bring cookies for a church fellowship or get-together with friends, or sometimes we just want a little homemade sweetness but we don’t have (or want to spend) a lot of time preparing it. These are a couple of my favorite quick, easy, simple cookie recipes.

Double Delicious Cookie Bars

(Note: These contain peanut butter chips, but they can be omitted and additional chocolate chips used instead if you’re taking this somewhere where someone might have peanut allergies)

1/2 c. margarine or butter
1 1/2 c. graham cracker crumbs
1 14-oz. can sweetened condensed milk
1 12-oz. pkg. semi-sweet chocolate chips
1 c. peanut butter chips
1 c. semi-sweet chocolate chips
1 1/2 tsp. shortening

Preheat oven to 350 (325 for glass dish). In a 9 x 13-inch pan, melt margarine in oven. Sprinkle crumbs evenly over margarine. Pour sweetened condensed milk evenly over crumbs. Top with 12-ounce packages chocolate chips and peanut butter chips; press down firmly. Bake 25-30 minutes or until lightly browned. Melt 1 cup chocolate chips and shortening; drizzle over bars. Cut into bars when cool. Store loosely covered at room temperature.

Peanut Butter Kiss Cookies

These are a pared-down version of the originals but taste every bit as good. My son’s girlfriend got this recipe in one of her classes.

1 c. peanut butter
1 c. sugar
1 egg
Hershey’s Kisses

Thoroughly mix together peanut butter, sugar, and egg. Drop by teaspoonful or roll into 1 inch balls onto ungreased baking sheet. Bake at 350 for about 10-11 minutes, until slightly browned. Immediately place an unwrapped Hershey’s Kiss in the center of each cookie and press down. Let sit on pan for a minute or two, then remove from pan. Let cool before storing. Makes 24-26.

Peanut butter kiss cookies

For more wonderful, workable tips, go to Rocks In My Dryer.

Work, work, work

Jen tagged me for a meme about our work history a while back and I am just now getting to it. (Sorry, Jen! 🙂 )

Well, let’s see. Since I was the oldest of six and the oldest among my mom’s friends’ children, most of my early work was baby-sitting.

I worked for one whole week in a fast food place when I was a teenager. Couldn’t stand it. A while later I worked in the bakery department of a grocery store. I just sold things: I have no skill at cake decorating. I was afraid I would really gain weight with all the donuts and cookies, but they had the opposite effect: I got kind of sick of the overly-sweet smell (maybe I should go back to work there…….)

At college I worked in the university library for four years. I enjoyed it. It was more involved than I would have thought. One fringe benefit was that I met my husband there. 🙂

A couple of summers during my college years I baby-sat my siblings again. My folks paid me the same amount they would have paid day care, but it helped everyone not to have to get all the kids up and out early in the morning during the summer. One summer I worked in the office at my church: the church secretary was diagnosed with encephalitis right at the beginning of the summer. First I just answered phones but gradually took over the bookkeeping, Sunday bulletins, letters. That was before computers and copying machines (boy that makes me sound so old!!) but we had those old mimeograph machines that turned out copies in purplish ink. It caught fire one day while I was there — thankfully it was noticed before it got too far. That was a very enjoyable summer. It was fun, too, to help visiting missionaries and speakers with any office needs they might have. The secretary was out the whole summer and was able to come back to the office just as I needed to go back to school. Another summer I worked with my mom. She was the assistant head bookkeeper at a local bank and I worked in the bookkeeping department with her and a room full of other ladies. Each of us had what they called a “drawer” of accounts we checked every day. I don’t know if they still do it this way, but we would take out the drawer, look at the checks that came in, check dates, compare the signatures to the signature card they filled out when they first opened the account, and pull out anything that looked “off” for someone over us to check out. You got to know somewhat the handwriting of the people in your drawer and could tell the difference between when they were paying bills at their table or desk or when they were writing hurriedly at a store. I think my worst mistake was that I didn’t know then that the British way of writing dates was different than ours, so when one customer always wrote his dates with the month and day reversed, I thought they were post-dated and pulled them. 😳 We also had to answer phone calls. Sometimes it was very easy to help a customer with whatever they had a a question about, but sometimes they could be irate.

A few months before getting married I worked in the home of a lady in town doing various chores around her home. I continued that for some time after we got married, plus my husband and I worked together cleaning five banks five nights a week. That was a great job for students because it was flexible: we could do it any time from the time the bank closed til the time it opened again. Plus all the cleaning equipment was in a van that we could use for ourselves in-between cleaning jobs, so it gave us access to an extra vehicle. The only problem with so many cleaning jobs was that then I got tired of cleaning and didn’t want to do all the same things at my own place. We didn’t have any mishaps at the banks (except that the people at one of them kept missing food and accusing us of taking it. Somebody was making out like a bandit there), but the people who took the job after us found a bunch of money somewhere it wasn’t supposed to be (seems like it was a trash can) and another time found a man hiding in a trash can. I’m glad our time there was relatively uneventful!!

Then for a few years I worked at a fabric store. The fun side of that was seeing all the new things, being stimulated creatively by the other people who worked there and the things they would sew or make, and the fact that we’d take turns making items for display at the store, and then we were able to bring them home and keep them after they were taken down. The down side of working retail sales is that you end up working when other people are off, so you miss out on some family times, plus the general public can be very….not nice at times. One of my worst experiences was my first night in charge after being promoted to third assistant manager when a lady got irate when the fabric that she thought was on sale wasn’t, and she followed me back to the stock room and swung open the door and started yelling at me. I really don’t handle that kind of thing well — I crumple and cry. And she called me stupid for crying.

I also tried my hand at sales and discovered that is definitely not my talent. I sold Avon for about six months and worked with a home party system that sold craft kits and taught craft stitches at the parties. I enjoyed teaching the crafts: I didn’t enjoy selling. I don’t like salespeople pressuring me, so I wasn’t about to do that to anyone else. And even though they tell you when they’re recruiting you that you can work as many or as few hours as you want and make as much or as little as you want, you always have a manager and sales meetings pressuring you to do more.

Then I worked for several months as an inventory counter in a department store at the mall. This is probably all done by computer now, but a few of us would count stock items in the different departments every month — not the seasonal things, but the regular items that they stocked year round. We weren’t supposed to help customers because we weren’t trained on the registers and we’d never get our work done if we did, but we had to wear name tags, so the poor customers would see us and ask questions and then get frustrated when we couldn’t help. We tried to point them to one of the associates who worked in that department if one was in sight, but sometimes the easiest thing was just to go ahead and help them if we could. I had to quit that job after I became pregnant with Jeremy because my doctor didn’t want me climbing ladders and the department wasn’t willing to work around that.

The stint with Avon occurred when Jeremy was a toddler, but other than that I’ve been privileged to be a stay at home mom ever since — both the hardest and most rewarding job I’ve experienced. 🙂

I’ve also done a lot of unpaid volunteer work at church or my kids’ school.

As my boys have gotten older I have considered working again to help with their college expenses. I think our home life would be a lot less peaceful if I worked outside the home, but I’d love to find something I could do from home. I have sold a few magazine articles and have thought about expanding on that, and I have a couple of ideas of things I could make and sell on ebay or Etsy. I keep thinking after this project or that event or deadline, I’ll look into that more.

Whew! That ended up being longer than I thought it would. If you’d like to share your work history, please feel free to do so in the comments or let me know if you do a post on it on your blog.

Works-For-Me Wednesday: “Backwards” Day

wfmwheader_4.jpgToday’s edition of WFMW is another “backward” day in which we ask a question of readers rather than supplying our own tip.

My question of the day: how do you reduce static electricity, especially in hair?

I must be the most statically electrical person I know. Even taking my jacket off this morning jolted me. And with today being the first day we turned the heat on, it’s only going to get worse.

I know Shannon mentioned on a previous WFMW that she sprayed Static Guard on her brush and that helped. But I usually use a comb when styling my hair, and the Static Guard didn’t seem to do anything. I had also read that you could rub a dryer sheet over your hair. That actually does work. But then I smell like a dryer sheet. And it doesn’t last.

I know that spraying static guard on your legs can help keep your hemline from sticking, and even rubbing a bit of lotion on my legs will do the same. But, again, it doesn’t last long.

So, short of keeping a can of Static Cling or a dryer sheet on hand and applying several times a day, do you have any other ideas?

If you have a question you’d like some help with or you have some answers you might be able to give others, see today’s WFMW post at Rocks In My Dryer.

Time Travel Tuesday: Accidents or illness

My Life as Annie’s weekly Time Travel Tuesday question for today is:

What’s the most serious accident or illness you have ever had?

When my oldest son was about nine months old, I had to have gallbladder surgery; when my second son was two years old, I had to have half my thyroid gland removed due to a marble-sized (and thankfully benign) nodule. So when my third son was born, my doctor joked, “What body part would you like for me to remove now?” I assured him I’d like to keep the rest. But when Jesse was almost two, one morning I was going about my normal routine when my left hand started to feel a little funny, like I had slept on it wrong. I kept shaking and flexing it while making my husband’s lunch for him to take with him to work, but the numbish feeling was increasing and climbing up my arm. Then the same sensation began in my feet and climbed up my legs. Within a few hours I could not walk on my own and was having trouble using the restroom. One eyelid began to droop. I thought I was having a stroke. A trip to two ERs on the longest day of my life, eight days of hospitalization, and multitudes of all sorts of tests later (told in more detail here), the diagnosis came back: transverse myelitis.

My first reaction was, “What?! Who has ever heard of that?”

Thankfully my doctor had. I learned much later that this can often be missed or misdiagnosed. Teens who get it, in particular, are often accused of it all being “in their head.” The problem is that there is not one definitive test for it. They have to test for and rule out multiple sclerosis, lupus, Guillain-Barre syndrome and multitudes of other ailments before making the diagnosis.

Transverse myelitis basically involves a virus making its way to your spine. It can often occur after a viral illness or a vaccination, though in my case and many others it comes seemingly out of nowhere. There are some similarities of symptoms but there are some differences depending on where along the spine it hits. The higher up the inflammation, the worse the damage. Some people recover completely or very nearly completely, some don’t recover much at all, and many of us have some recovery with some long lasting nerve damage. The last scenario is my situation.

I had a three-day course of iv steroids in the hospital and then began three months of physical therapy at home. Gradually I began to walk with a walker, then a cane, then somewhat unsteadily on my own. The first two weeks were exhausting: cleaning up with a little “sponge bath” in the hospital and sitting up in the chair for the nurses to change my bed sheets left me drenched with sweat and crawling back into bed to sleep for hours. Gradually energy levels improved, but I still don’t have a lot of stamina. My balance is still sometimes a problem, more so when I am standing still than when I am walking (my physical therapist gave me a name for that, but I can’t remember what it was). My right leg doesn’t feel pain or cold; my left hand has a delayed reaction to pain. There are still numbish feelings (not totally asleep and without feeling, but not normal sensation) in both legs and my left arm — thankfully my right arm was never affected. I get muscle spasms in my back and wear an Icy Hot or Absorpine Jr. pain patch almost daily. There are still a few “bathroom issues,” but I’ll spare you the details. 🙂 It’s much better than it was, however.

But I am thankful it was no worse and that I recovered enough to basically be able to function as a wife and mom. I am thankful for the prayers and support and practical help of friends and church members. I am thankful that God is “our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble (Psalm 46:1). I am thankful for God’s Word and the strength it imparts and the promises it gives, such as in II Corinthians 12:8-10:

8 For this thing I besought the Lord thrice, that it might depart from me.

9 And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.

10 Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in necessities, in persecutions, in distresses for Christ’s sake: for when I am weak, then am I strong.

One of my reasons for starting a blog was to be a help to others with TM, and my “pages” in the upper right-hand corner list several more posts concerning dealing with TM.

The other part of Annie’s question had to do with accidents. Thankfully I’ve never had a serious one, but the only one in which I was in the car (one other occurred when I accidentally left the car in Drive at the top of a hill while I got something from it to return to a friend, but it rolled down and hit a tree with no occupants) occurred in college when Jim and I were engaged and I was driving his car with a bunch of girls home to the dorms from church. An oncoming car swerved into my lane, hit me, and then swerved back into his lane and went on, never stopping. The car was totaled, but no one was hurt, thankfully. And, thankfully, a faculty couple was behind us and saw the whole thing and was able to give a statement to the police and help us get back to school. And my fiance was in a car with a bunch of guys coming home from church also: they normally didn’t take the street we were on, but did that night and came upon the accident, so he was able to give the police the car registration and insurance information. So, though it shook us all up at the time, it was relatively minor, as accidents go, and we were able to get that first “Honey, I put a dent in the car…” hurdle out of the way before we got married. 🙂

Works-For-Me Wednesday: Autumn mini cookie cutters

wfmwheader_4.jpgI found these cute little cookie cutters at W*l-Mart yesterday for just a few dollars. We’re not really into sugar cookies much, though I can picture these with cinnamon and red, yellow, and orange colored sprinkled sugar. But I thought they’d be neat for cutting decorative venting holes for pie crusts.

Mini autumn cookie cutters

Mini autumn cookie cutters

Maybe they’ve been around for ages, but I just discovered them.

Michael’s had them, too, and though I don’t remember the prices I think they were a little more there. But then Michael’s usually has a 40% off coupon in Sunday’s paper.

As always on Wednesdays, you can find scores of great tips at Rocks In My Dryer.

Time Travel Tuesday: Most adventurous act

My Life as Annie’s weekly Time Travel Tuesday question for today is:

Tell us the most adventurous thing you have ever done! What gave you the courage to do it or try it and how did you feel afterwards?

I’ve been thinking about this off and on all day. I am not a very adventurous soul. I like my well-defined comfort zones. I don’t know that I have ever really done anything adventurous on purpose just for the adventure. But the Lord has pushed me out of my comfort zone at times.

Probably one “push” was going to college when none of my immediate family had ever gone and when I didn’t really have the money to. I wrote more about that here (fourth paragraph).

Another time was when I, who usually was very quiet and reserved, especially where guys were concerned, took the initiative to introduce myself to my husband-to-be.

But probably one of the most adventurous areas of my life has been in the realm of serving the Lord. My preference is to operate behind the scenes. But when one of my first adult opportunities for a small leadership position came up in our ladies’ ministry, and my first instinct was to decline, our ladies’ ministry president encouraged those of us who were nominees not to say no until we had prayed about it. And as I did, I just didn’t feel the freedom to say no. Though in a sense I felt “hemmed in” — not by the people asking me to serve, but by the Lord — when no one else accepted the nomination and I was ‘it,” that experience stretched me and grew my faith and dependence on the Lord in amazing ways. In the years since with other leadership positions, it has been scary yet marvelous to be in a position that seems too big, that it seems any number of other people would be better gifted for, and learn and grow and even make mistakes and find the Lord faithful to provide wisdom, grace, ideas, supplies, time, helpers, and everything else as I give it all over to Him (sometimes several times) and depend on Him to work in and through me and the ministry at hand. And then when He uses it, all the glory goes to Him because I know it wasn’t any strength or wisdom or skill of my own involved. I wrote more about this in a post titled “You can’t say no until you pray about it.” Often these days we hear the other side of it, that it is fine to say no and, in fact, we need to so we’re not overrun and burdened down with responsibilities we were never meant to take on. And that’s very true. There have been many things I have felt perfectly free to say no to over the years. Yet for far too long and for all the wrong reasons, “No” was usually my initial response to a new opportunity of ministry. So I encourage you, the next time someone asks you to consider participating in a ministry, pray about it before saying no right off the bat. The answer may indeed be no — it may not be the right time or you may already have too many responsibilities. But if the answer is yes, the Lord may be about to take you on an adventure you would never otherwise have known.

Then, though I studiously avoid roller coasters, one of the biggest roller coaster rides of my life has been dealing with transverse myelitis.  Posts dealing with that are in the upper right hand corner under “Pages,” so I won’t reiterate much of that here. But learning to walk again and to drive with numb feet and to operate with a quirky nervous system has been quite an adventure! It has been a path I would not have chosen to go down, but, again, sometimes the Lord just puts you in positions where there is nothing you can do but depend on Him, and you either have to go forward or vegetate. I am so thankful for the lessons learned and for the experience of leaning on Him and finding “the everlasting arms” underneath, of wrestling with the hard questions and finding Him faithful, true, good, and loving.

Thursday Thirteen #35: Love or hate?

I haven’t done a Thursday Thirteen in a long time — just got too busy — but an idea for one came to me a little while ago when I put a smiley face in a comment and then remembered some people didn’t like them. That led me to a series of things to ask about: do you love or hate these things? Why?

I’ll give my answers in the first comment.

Love or hate?

1. Emoticons 🙂 😦 😳 🙄

2. Music on blogs

3. Ads on blogs

4. Mornings

5. Chocolate

6. Miracle Whip

7. Classical music

8. Pickles

9. Road trips

10. Accordions

11. News about celebrities

12. Election years

13. Bugs

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Works-For-Me Wednesday: Sometimes it’s best to leave children alone

wfmwheader_4.jpgI want to be cautious with the thoughts I wanted to share today, because they could so easily be misunderstood.

The Bible teaches it is the parents’ responsibility to train their children. Deuteronomy 6 speaks of teaching the word and ways of the Lord; many verses in Proverbs give instructions about discipline; Ephesians 6:4 tells parents to bring children up “in the nurture and admonition of the Lord,” and there are other passages as well. Usually, especially in this day and time, if parents make errors in discipline it’s along the lines of not disciplining or training enough, at least in my own experience of 23 years as a parent and what I have seen in others, especially in the trends over the last 30 years. (I do want to write a post about that some day. I know I’ve said that before — I even started to one day but realizedI needed to wait until I had time to deal with it as carefully and thoughtfully as possible.)

But sometimes conscientious parents (and teachers) err on the other side of the scale, that of disciplining too much, of nagging a child constantly, of seeing every little thing as A Really Big Deal and a Major Character Issue. The same verse in Ephesians that tells us to bring children up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord tells us not to provoke them to wrath. That doesn’t mean that our training will never make a child angry — most anyone will deal with some anger when not getting his or her way. But sometimes our parenting style in itself can result in an angry child rather than a godly, obedient one, or lead to discouragement, rigidity, an over-nervousness, or even outright rebellion in children.

This concept of over-disciplining first dawned on me when I read an excellent book several years ago titled Hints On Child Training by Henry Clay Trumbull, who wrote it 1890 when he was 66 years old. Mr. Trumbull is known as a pioneer of the Sunday School movement and is an ancestor (great-grandfather, I believe) of Elisabeth Elliot. Here are just a few excerpts from the chapter “Letting Alone as a Means of Child Training.”

Not doing is always as important, in its time and place, as doing; and this truth is as applicable in the realm of child training as elsewhere. Child training is a necessity, but there is danger of overdoing in the line of child training. The neglect of child training is a great evil. Overdoing in the training of a child may be a greater evil. Both evils ought to be avoided…

Peculiarly is it the case that young parents who are exceptionally conscientious, and exceptionally desirous of being wise and faithful in the discharge of their parental duties, are liable to err in the direction of overdoing in the training of their children. It is not that they are lacking in love and tenderness toward their little ones, or that they are naturally inclined to severity as disciplinarian; but it is that their mistaken view of the methods and limitations of wise child training impels them to an injudicious course of watchful strictness with their children, even while that course runs counter to their affections and desires as parents….

There are many parents who seem to suppose that their chief work in the training of a child is to be incessantly commanding and prohibiting; telling the child to do this or to do that, and not to do this, that, or the other. But this nagging a child is not training a child; on the contrary, it is destructive of all training on the part of him who is addicted to it. It is not the driver who is training a horse, but one who is neither trained nor can train, who is all the time “yanking” at the reins, or “thrapping” them up or down. Neither parent or driver, in such a case, can do as much in the direction of training by doing incessantly, as by letting alone judiciously. “Don’t always be don’t-ing” is a bit of counsel to parents that can hardly be emphasized to strongly. Don’t always be directing, is a companion precept to this…

Of course, there must be explicit commanding and explicit prohibiting in the process of child training; but there must also be a large measure of wise letting alone. When to prohibit and when to command, in this process, are questions that demand wisdom, thought, and character; and more wisdom, more thought, and more character, are needful in deciding the question when to let the child alone. The training of a child must go on incessantly; but a large share of the time it will best go on by the operation of influences, inspirations, and inducements, in the direction of a right standard held persistently before the child, without anything being said on the subject to the child at every step in his course of progress.

Thank God we can ask Him for wisdom: we surely need it!

This post is already too long, but a couple more thoughts I wanted to share are these: one of those times when it’s possible to overdo discipline is when we mistake a child’s immaturity and childishness for a discipline problem. Also, though we know our children are sinners and need correcting and training, a watching-like-a-hawk expectancy, just waiting for them to take a wrong step, can be very discouraging to them. Once when I was in college, one of the rules was that girls could not walk alone on certain areas of campus after dark, for safety reasons. I was coming from the bookstore or snack shop one night, looking for someone to walk to another area of campus with, when I spied my dormitory supervisor heading the way I needed to go. As I came down the steps to ask her if I could walk with her, she said, “You’d better not be about to walk away from here alone.” I can’t tell you how deflating and discouraging that was, to be trying to do the right thing and to feel smacked down, as it were, by someone’s expectation (with no good reason) that I was going to do the wrong thing. Yet we can take that same attitude with our children sometimes. We need wisdom and grace and the attitude of coming alongside them to encourage them to do right rather than standing over them with a stick just waiting for them to step out of line so we can correct them. I think if we meditate on how our heavenly Father handles us, that will go a long way in balancing discipline and grace in our parenting (or teaching or employing).

By the way, the book I mentioned is an excellent resource. Looking through it today made me want to read it all over again. A few other chapters are “Denying a Child Wisely,” “Training a Child to Self-Control,” “Training a Child Not to Tease,” “Training a Child’s Faith,” “Scolding Is Never in Order,” “Dealing Tenderly With a Child’s Fears.” Two of my other favorite books on parenting are James Dobson’s Dare to Discipline and Elisabeth Elliot’s The Shaping of a Christian Family.

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