Joseph - Actions Louder Than Words

As we approach the ending of 2011, I pause to send you Christmas greetings.  A time to reflect on the birth of Jesus.  The celebrate on the beginning of His human life as fully man and fully God.  Born to a young virgin and a hard working carpenter.  This year I have pondered Joseph.  Not much is recorded regarding Joseph.  His words are not quoted only his actions.  Actions speak louder than words. 

Joseph was a man of integrity.  What did he feel or think when he learned of Mary's condition?   I imagine feelings of betrayal.  How could she do this to him?  How did he misjudge her?  Maybe he wondered if Mary's father had deceived him, did they think he was so gullible?  And yet despite his reeling feelings he thought to quietly divorce her to protect her, rather than have her publically disgraced and stoned as was his right.  He must have loved Mary very much and/or respected her family highly.

Joseph was a devout Jewish man and responsive to God.  An angel visits him in a dream.   Would you believe a dream in which an angel visits you?  Would you distrust your dreamy, hazy memories?  It must have been a powerful, memorable dream with high impact.  Certainly if the Angel of the Lord visited my dream, I would remember it vividly.  In this dream, he is told to take Mary as his wife and name the baby Jesus, for the babe conceived within her was from the Holy Spirit.  Again, Joseph's words are not recorded but his actions are that of obedience.  It must have been frightful to take this bold action.  What would the community think of him, would his business suffer, would he be ostracized, would his family disown him?  And yet he obeyed.  He surely must have been convinced his "dream" was an actual visit from God.

Joseph was a leader, the head of his household.  When the census decree was declared, he embarked on a journey with his very pregnant, young wife.    A long distance to obey the law, it must have been tempting bend the truth, leave Mary behind as they were only betrothed, their marriage not yet consummated.  I envision him carefully assisting Mary on this journey, watching over her, anxiously trying to provide for her needs on this arduous journey.   This young lady was carrying God, the angel had told him such.

He had a very big responsibility without this journey, being the chosen earthly father of God!!  Can you imagine his frustration when he arrived in Bethlehem to be unable to find lodging?   He must have nearly been frantic.  Mary would have been obviously pregnant near time of delivery.  He must have wondered what God thought of him being unable to provide adequate lodging for Mary.  Perhaps feelings of failure plagued him.  How could he let God down by allowing the mother of His son stay in a stable surrounded by animals?  

Wouldn't you know, that is exactly where and when the baby was to be born.  In a smelly stable, not a proper home.  Was he able to find someone to assist Mary through the delivery?  Were they alone?  He may have wondered what God thought of him now.  Certainly this was not the place for God to enter human life.  But what choice did Joseph have at the time?   His resources were limited being a simple man of simple means and the small village was full due to the census.

The timing of the story is a bit uncertain.  I haven't been able to discern, in my casual research, how long they would have been in Bethlehem for the census.  But we do know that shepherds caring for their flocks in a nearby field were visited by angels proclaiming Christ's birth.  These shepherds found and visited this new family and told them of their story of the angels' proclamations.  Likely the shepherds' presence and story stirred up the surrounding community.  A birth usually draws people but this would be incredulous, people would naturally be curious.  Can you imagine the questions he would have had to answer over and over?  Joseph would have been likely fielding many visitors all while trying to understand what was going on around him.   The son of God born in a stable, angel visits, shepherds, and then wonder of wonders... Kings from afar who followed a star that stops above their own dwelling.   Kings...really?  A star??  Surely he and Mary saw this star.   How could the kings have known this star would lead them to Jesus?  They arrive with gifts - magnificent gifts, much beyond what a carpenter likely ever possessed.    It would have been very overwhelming.

Now we come to the part in this saga of crazy King Herod.  He is determined to kill this baby that threatens his throne.  Again, Joseph is visited by an angel in a dream.  The dream must have struck fear in his heart  as he is told his family is danger from King Herod and to leave immediately.  Again, we have little documented history.  It is recorded he bravely packed up his little family and made for Egypt.  Did he dare tell anyone, even new found friends who are potentially in danger?  Such a lonely position. 

Had Joseph ever traveled so far previously?  We do not know.  I will assume he had never been to Egypt.  How unsettling this must have been for a newlywed husband with a young baby that is not his but God's.  A young wife far away from her mother and family learning how to care for an infant.  Her body recovering from labor and delivery.  All the challenges of being a newlywed and a new parent and now to be on the run for their lives.  Starting a new life in a new country.  Could life be more challenging?  And yet Joseph obeys.

This is all the information I have of Jesus' earthly, adopted father during the time of Jesus' birth.  I like to think  I would have desired to be his friend. Maybe I would have thought he and Mary a bit off kilter.  After all, they would have been telling stories of angels, miraculous pregnancy, shepherds, stars, kings, and other incredulous things.  Yet,  I get a sense his was a respected man of his community.  An intelligent, kind, tender-hearted, hard working, loving man.

Yes, actions speak louder than words.  Josephs actions speak volumes.    It makes me ponder what my actions say about me...  hmmmmm.

Unexpected Adventure = Mother-Daughter Time

Today I am preparing to leave on a road trip.  I think I put too much pressure on myself in my preparations.  I like to leave a clean, mostly organized house.  Why?  When returning there is usually a chaos of stuff  coming into the house, which if put on top of a mess would make me nutty!  If we depart with organization and cleanliness it allows me to relax and rest upon my return.  Make sense?

This process of preparation usually drives my family nutty, remember I live in  Forest of Crazy.  I tend to get wound up and go non-stop, jumping from one thing to the next.  I understand why the family gets frustrated, I don't really like it myself.  I have tried to tame this beast and have made some progress, I think.  Maybe should I should ask the family?

I have spent the last few days trying to get the lawn mowed.  It is obnoxiously long and must be cut or it will be out of control.  Problem is that it continues to rain so getting it done has been a challenge.  Last night, I was attempting to mow the last two sections when the squealing began, ending my mowing.  Hubby declared it a bearing issue... a new part has been purchased.  Alas, hubby may need to do finish the mowing.

This is the longest road trip I am undertaking without my hubby.  I will be traveling with my youngest daughter, DD#2, who is a lovely 13 years old.  I am excited to get away with her, spend one-on-one time, find our way on an adventure.  In essence mother-daughter bonding.  Leaving behind DD#1 and hubby for some of their own bonding time. 

On the first leg of our journey we are joined by hubby's sister, E, and her adorable 7.5 month old baby L.  They are the ones that began this whole adventure.   A casual comment from E telling me was going to visit her aunt with L, a five hour journey.  Thinking she was brave to travel that distance alone with a baby, I asked if she wanted company.  Now we are a day away from departing.

This is the only part of the journey with E and L.  They will be joined by brother-in-law, G, the following evening where they will continue on with their own weekend adventure.  As this trip developed, I realized that my very good friend would be in the states the same weekend.  This is significant as she is a missionary serving over seas. In visiting Auntie, I realized I would be within four hours of her location!!  Whoo Hoo! 

The plan is to spend one night with Auntie, depart the following morning to meet up with S.  Yet it gets better.  S is attending our church domination bi-annual conference.  I did not think this was something for me, as I figured it was for the missionaries, pastors, and church leaders.  But I discovered I was wrong - I can attend as well.  Hear the incredible speakers - Ravi Zacharias and John Stumbo, Gracia Burnham, & more.  My pastor's wife was able to obtain tickets for us to attend the popular ladies luncheon.  How cool is this deal?  Not only do I get to connect with S, I get to attend an incredible conference.  AND I get to share it with DD#2. 

I have been tickled at DD#2's excitement.  I wasn't certain that she would be excited about a church event geared mostly for adults.  She has proven me wrong, counting down the days to our departure.  She is a great companion.  I am anticipating some fun memories.  She already knows her mom is the queen of turn arounds, so we should travel together just fine. 

Feeling very blessed to be able to go on this adventure.  An unexpected adventure to be sure, but I think these are the best kind, don't you?  So now the house is mostly clean, the lawn mostly mowed, the clothes are packed, and the departure is near.  Excited to spend time with DD#2, E, L, Auntie, & S.  Most importantly looking forward to what the Lord has planned for us.

Mini-vacation

The past few days, we have had an opportunity to be together, exclusively, as a family.  We have taken a mini-vacation.  Our children are teenagers, our time as parents with them is fleeting.  I am all too aware they will be quickly leave our home, leaving us an empty nest.  As a result, my husband and I, have been making deliberate occasions to be together and 'make memories'.  This has become even more important for me these past few weeks, as my friend M lays in hospice losing her battle with Crueztfeld-Jakob disease. I have been, unfortunately, made completely aware, the uncertainty of life.

Initially we thought we would return to the Rocky Mountains.  We traveled through them last spring and all of us, to the last person, fell in love with the Rockies!  But this spring season has been filled with late spring snows. Coupled with the face that we only had just under a week for our vacation, we decided it was too far a drive and too risky of weather to make the trip in April.

Our youngest daughter suggested Wisconsin Dells.  I wasn't overly keen on the idea initially.  We had been to the Dells when the children were quite young.  We discovered that our children were not the 'fish' that my husband and I had been as children.  I had also done previous investigation into the water-park hotels in years past.  I had sticker shock to the prices.

But upon her suggestion, we once again checked it out.  I still had sticker shock, but we are in a different place in our life with a little more disposable income than years ago.  Our children are older and likely would enjoy the slides water activities.  In the next moment, we had booked ourselves a mini-vacation at one of the largest water park resorts in the Dells.

We arrived an bit prior to official check-in time but were allowed to check-in.  We booked a standard room - two queen beds.  We got our luggage and made our way to the door.  Upon entering, we were in for a treat.  Instead of the standard room, we stood in a two room suite, complete with a king bed, two queen beds, two bathrooms, two TVs, a sofa, a fireplace, and a deck.  Wow!  What a surprise.  I was sure a mistake had been made, but I was not about to complain, as long as my bill didn't change!!  Each child had a bed, and hubby and I had the comfort of a large king bed, as well as a bit of privacy.

We have spent three days, blasting through water tubes, floating down the lazy river, riding the waves in the wave pool, playing water basketball, and recovering our aging bodies in the hot tub.  But that is not all!  As well as the water-park, there is an indoor amusement park complete with a Ferris Wheel, go-carts, laser tag, mini-golf, climbing wall, ropes course, and arcade.  This was included in our package deal!  Bowling is an extra charge. 

I have discovered, I am NOT as young as I use to be, nor am I in shape anymore.  Hubby and I are beat physically.  But it is worth it.  We have played with our children, laughed together, and 'made some memories.'

Our final day here in the Dells, it is snowing...  confirmation we should not be in the mountains.  The fireplace is our spot together this final evening.  The snow is falling and accumulating.  Oh, this is the upper mid-west. 

The resort is complete with restaurants, spa, salon, & entertainment.  Maybe we should just stay until winter departs for good.

My children's education

I am not the person that follows the crowd. Not sure that I have ever been that person. I remember as a teen desiring to have the "right" clothes, friends, talents. But I never did have those things due to budgets and personality. Maybe this is why today, I am still doing things in my own style.

I did not figure that my children's education would fall into this category. As I grew up everyone I knew went to the local public school. There were a few that attended the private school, but I met those students when they entered our highschool upon graduating 8th grade and the private school. Many of my peers continued their education in college. I did not follow that path. I did get a few credits but I began working full time to support myself and live on my own. I didn't know what I wanted to be when I grew up (still don't) and decided to wait upon college until I figured that out. I saved myself a large amount of debt.

I got married and had children. As where to send my precious little people to school as they approached kindergarten age came into question. I visited the local elementary school. The same elementary that I attended beginning in the 4th grade. I met the staff, teachers, and observed classroom learning. I visited the private school. I did some preliminary investigation into homeschooling. I prayed, I stewed, I worried, I discussed, and prayed some more. I wasn't very comfortable with the idea of sending my nearly 6 year old away for an entire day everyday. I didn't like the smell of the school (it hadn't changed from my childhood). Yet, DH and I came to the conclusion that the public school was the place my precious, oldest child should attend.

Why not the private school or homeschool? The private school is pricey. Our funds were limited and we decided the education wasn't significantly better than the elementary school which our taxes were already providing for our community. Homeschool was a rather new concept for both of us. Although my dear friend, matron of honor in our wedding, had been homeschooled, we just did not know enough nor understand the idea. Add to that our beloved, oldest child is rather ironed will and there was concern about the battles that would ensure over ABCs and 123s.

Off she went on the big, yellow bus. I cried, I sighed, I anxiously awaited her arrival home. The day was long. 8:30 - 4:45 including transportation time. She came home tired, a little ornery, and not learning much new. My oldest began reading at 4 years old. Kindergarten wasn't very interesting or challenging. I began picking her up from school to shorten her day. School ended at 3:30 (ish). Living 4.5 miles from the school, I failed to understand the 1+ hour bus ride. Just a few our beginning frustrations with "the system."

I won't go into all the details. Suffice it to say, we were dissatisfied and wanted better for our children. By the end of 1st grade, we made a decision to take on the responsibility to educate our children at home. Our youngest child never did attend the local elementary school.

During the next 8 years I have had the privilege of watching my children grow, learn, and discover. Step by step, I was there as they learned reading, writing, arithmetic and more. Such joy and yes, frustrations. We had great fun with field trips, less fun learning the fine art of writing. Math came easy for one and not quite easy for another. The sibling arguments were and are fatiguing. The sibling creative efforts were and are inspiring.

In another blog I will discuss our decision to re-enter the public school in highschool. Why and how we got there. But for now...

Is homeschooling for everyone? Is it the best option for everyone? Are all public schools ineffective or 'bad'? Some in of my homeschool peers would say yes to all of those questions. I have not felt that way.

For everyone? Homeschooling is challenging and takes dedication along with self-sacrifice. Not everyone is fortunate to be able to be stay home full-time to raise and educate their children. Not everyone has the desire or the dedication it takes to be a parent and teacher full time.

Best option? I would like to say yes. Typically, no one cares more for a child than the parent. To see the child succeed, learn, grow. But again, if you don't have the time and dedication to put into it, likely it is not the best option. 

All public schools 'bad'? No. I have met some fantastic teachers, heard of some amazing schoolings. Met some fabulous graduates of the public school system. In my neighborhood - that is not the case in my opinion. But elsewhere, yes, there are good tax-funded schools.

I do not care for the attitude of some of my peers that homeschooling is the best option and frankly the only option. The opinion that the instruction is full of fallacies, that the children are trained to be subversive to parents. I ask WHO is raising your children? You or the school. Stay involved with your children no matter their place of education. You, the parent, are the biggest influence - you'd be amazed.

How you ensure your children are educated is a personal and very private choice. There is not a proper way, each person and family is different. Once again, I am doing things in my own style. Public school followed with homeschool and back to public school via the charter school system.

Hunger Outreach

Can my hands help eliminate hunger throughout the world? That is a large, seemingly, impossible task. And yet, for approximately seven years, my family and I have been participating in a ministry to feed the hungry children of the world.

It began as an effort to find a volunteer opportunity for my grade school aged children. Many organizations and places required a minimum age of 14 or so. I had children in age range of 6 and 8. We had a desire as parents to teach our children to serve in our community. But where, how?

We learned of a local organization, Feed My Starving Children. Their goal is to eliminate hunger. We began volunteering immediately. My children were young but they had the opportunity to touch the lives of many, many children who did not have anything to eat but mud cakes and rocks. Even at this young age, they could assist in packaging a rice manna pack. We were hooked! That was seven years ago.

Throughout the years we have held birthday parties packaging food, gone with our 4-H club, with friends, with our church family, by ourselves, almost any opportunity to that arose to package food! We have donated monetarily to help buy the food to package, we promoted the ministry, we have prayed, we have quite simply fallen in love with this ministry.

Tonight we returned with our church family. We again packaged food for the starving children of Haiti. We prayed over the food. More special this time is the donation my 13 year old daughter (who started volunteering at about the age of 6) gave from the proceeds of the earrings she has made and sold. She has a deep passion for this ministry. I believe it breaks her heart to think of a child without any food.

As a parent, I could not be more proud of my child. She has seen a need, considered how to help, and came up with a way to help. I know I was not this selfless as a teenager. She is my hero. She gives her time and talent to minister to others. Wow.

For more information on this ministry that is growing please visit their web-site www.fmsc.org. Find out about them, consider supporting them with your hands and/or your wallet.

Parenting Milestone

Today is a milestone day. DD#1 registered for highschool.

It was just a year or two ago, that a toddler was at my feet. Somehow, time has slipped and she is now a young lady. A young lady entering highschool.

It is huge step. Understand, we have been a homeschooling family for the past 7 years. Other than Kindergarten and 1st grade we have schooled at home. Now we are going to enter the public school arena again. DD#1 is apprehensive, I can see it in her face. Guess what? So am I. No one told me how tied up emotionally I would be upon becoming a mother. How silly I was to think I was done with school upon my high school graduation.

This registration was also a pass/fail test for me. Have we prepared our child academically? Is she ready? Not only academically, but emotionally too. The registration itself was rather easy - not too many choices for freshman. Whew... that step complete.

Now we prepare for fall. The first day, first week, first quarter, first semester. Next year, every morning, my precious DD will leave our home and go to school. I think I'll miss her. And yet I am relieved that I am not solely responsible for the highschool transcript. I'm sure that I would have overcome... but it is a relief.

I think this will be beneficial for DD#1. It will provide opportunities to expand beyond her parents. I am confident in her discernment skills and maturity. She is intelligent and proven herself so I am not concerned about the studies being too challenging. More concerned they may not be challenging enough!

I am nervous for her - how could I not be? My first day of highschool was nerve wrecking enough and I attended the same school system for most of my life. This is her return to 'formal' education since a small child. Thankfully, this is a small highschool. DD knows a few other students - all from really neat families.

Now, exactly how did I get old enough to have a highschooler? I still feel like I am growing up and learning of myself. I guess time marches on relentlessly.

Highest Civic Duty

Tomorrow we have elections here in our nation. A day that we can actively participate in our government process. A privilege not to be taken for granted. Many men & women have sacrificed their lives for this privilege.

Last week, I was discussing the election with my DDs. Being too young to vote, they are on the side-lines watching and learning. As parents we are trying to include our children and discuss some of the issues and explain the process to the best of our ability. Of course they are exposed over and over to the commercials and advertisements in the mail - not to mention the phone calls. However, in our discussion, it occurred to me they can participate, in fact, it is our highest civic calling which is to pray. No matter your age or voting eligibility, political leaning, social status, economic status, or nationality anyone can participate in this election. They can bring our nation to the feet of Jesus in prayer. This is our highest civic calling.

Have I prayed enough for our country or leaders? No! I never pray enough. The verse that challenges me is to pray without ceasing. Continue to pray for our nation those who lead us.