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They Need To See Your Authentic Christian Life

Mother and Daughter in Church

Melissa at Your Mom has a Blog makes an excellent point about raising children in a Christian family. In short, kids need to see their parents walk the walk and not just talk the talk:

The truths of God’s word need to be so real in me that I can’t NOT talk about them day in and day out. My faith needs to be so deeply ingrained in me that it informs every situation, every decision, every discussion. And, when that happens, before I know it I have spent a large part of my day with the kids just naturally talking about what the Christian life is all about, who Jesus is, and what the Bible says about things.

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The Number One Sign Your Kids Are Just Borrowing Your Faith

Rosa Schweninger In der StubeGreat insight from Raising Godly Children on how to know if kids are just borrowing their parents faith without ever adopting it:

The number one sign your kids are just borrowing your faith is that they rarely, if ever, ask questions.

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Do We Trust our Kids with the Gospel?

An excellent article from Wheat and Chaff:

The Naughty Grandson“It seems to me that when a person is converted to Christianity as an adult, and then becomes a parent, there is a common pitfall they fall into. It is not easy to recognize the real nature of our fallen state, and it is the most natural thing to love our children dearly and want the best for them. So it seems common that this adult convert to Christianity will believe, perhaps even only on an unconscious level, that his children can be spared all the pain and sorrow that he himself experienced from falling into sin, if only he raises their children right. He will simply put in place all the right rules, strict discipline, and thorough indoctrination in the Christian faith, and the result will be that his child will have a relatively trouble-free life, without falling into any of the gross and destructive sins which he himself experienced…

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You’re Sinking Her Cake!

In which Mr. Chivalry has a funny adventure with the kids:

“How are you doing Sunny?” I asked with a big smile.

“Great Daddy,” she responds with an equally big smile.

“How about you Enigma?” I continue.

“Yup,” Enigma says without looking up from the sink.

I had just solved an argument of who was going to help daddy do the dishes by giving each child their own sink. They were now both busy washing specific dishes and spoons and other objects while chatting wildly to each other.  Charmboy was having a great time carting things back and forth in the hallway at full speed with his mini shopping cart, gleefully carting different items to places I would have to figure out later after bed time. I could hear Delightful diligently playing the piano in the dining room. She had already cleared the table half an hour ago, but my dish washing crew was still hard work doing their task.

All of a sudden, with great enthusiasm, Sunny declared to Enigma, “IT IS DONE!” and with that, hopped off her stool, dried her hands, and ran off into the dining room.

I looked into her sink and sure enough, it was empty of everything but the now stone cold water. I smiled, turning my attention back to scrubbing the stove while unplugging the sink at the same time.

Enigma let out a gasp!

“What?” I asked.

“You’re in big trouble Daddy!” Enigma replied, scrubbing a spatula for the eighth time. “You better call Sunny in here.”

“OH!” I exclaimed. “Sunny, Enigma says I need to see you about something, can you please come to the kitchen…”

Sunny comes skipping in with a paper in her hand.

“He pulled the plug, Sunny,” Enigma says to Sunny.

With perfectly practiced melodrama, Sunny falls to her knees, letting go of her paper as she descends,  clasping her hands on her head with a loud bellowing cry, “OH NOoooooo!” and bursts into tears.

“Sunny, what is the matter?!” I ask in shock. “Are you hurt?” (Delightful and Charmboy come running to see what is the matter).

“You’re sinking her cake,” Enigma calmly explains.

“I’m ‘sinking’ her cake?!” I repeat back, quickly replacing the sink plug to stop the ‘sinking.’

“YES Daddy! That was a cake, it was YOUR cake! It was still baking and now its ruined!” (Sob sob)

“I’m sorry Sunny, I didn’t know there was a cake in the sink, there is still some left,” I replied in an attempt to minimize the damage.

Enigma sighed, shaking his head at me…. it was so obvious to him.

“That just won’t do Daddy, the cake is ruined!” Sunny continued… “It’s too late now! There is not enough time tonight to remix everything together!… Here Daddy,” Sunny says as she picks up her paper and hands it to me.  “This is what your cake looked like….”

Looking at her drawing, I could see the cake had a chocolate bottom with a strawberry middle and a very colorful top.

“See that red dot on the top? Daddy, that is a cherry and I didn’t get to put it on the cake because cherries like that go on after the cake is baked!” Sunny sobbed.

“Sunny, I am truly sorry, I didn’t realize it was a cake. I hope you can forgive me for my insensitivity.”

She paused and looked at me for a few moments…. “I can… and will,” she exclaimed softly.

Wiping the tears from her eyes, she then moped out of the kitchen, Delightful and Charmboy curiously following after her in single file.

Enigma, still at his sink, looked at me again, shaking his head as he scrubbed the spatula for the tenth time.

“Do you have a cake, too, Enigma?” I ask.

“What?!” Enigma exclaims with a look of shock and disbelief on his face. “This is dishwater…. I’m done washing dishes and want to go play something else now… I love you daddy.”

“I love you too.”

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After all this time?’


~Dumbledore to Snape, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by JK Rowling

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Ever Grace

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The Lord Almighty, who is ever gracious, loving, and merciful, hath chosen to take unto Himself

Ever Grace,

heavenborn on November 8, 2016,

at the age of 7 weeks 3 days’ gestation


Ever: Always

Grace: Favour, Blessing


He shall receive the blessing from the LORD, and righteousness from the God of his salvation. (Psalm 24:5)

I thank my God always on your behalf, for the grace of God which is given you by Jesus Christ. (1 Corinthians 1:4)

That in the ages to come he might shew the exceeding riches of his grace in his kindness toward us through Christ Jesus (Ephesians 2:7)

Saying, Amen: Blessing, and glory, and wisdom, and thanksgiving, and honour, and power, and might, be unto our God for ever and ever. Amen. (Revelation 7:12)


Always Favoured

Always Blessed

Always Cherished

Always Loved




On these truths we stand:

“And said, Naked came I out of my mother’s womb, and naked shall I return thither: the LORD gave, and the LORD hath taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD” (Job 1:21)

“I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me.” (2 Samuel 12:23)

“For we know that if our earthly house of this tabernacle were dissolved, we have a building of God, an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens…Therefore we are always confident, knowing that, whilst we are at home in the body, we are absent from the Lord: (For we walk by faith, not by sight:) We are confident, I say, and willing rather to be absent from the body, and to be present with the Lord.” (2 Corinthians 5:1, 6-8)

“For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother’s womb. I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well. My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.” (Psalm 139:13-16)

“Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee; and before thou camest forth out of the womb I sanctified thee, and I ordained thee a prophet unto the nations.” (Jeremiah 1:5)

“Suffer the little children to come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God.” (Mark 10:14)

“For the promise is unto you, and to your children, and to all that are afar off, even as many as the Lord our God shall call.” (Acts 2:39)

“My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me: And I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of my hand.” (John 10:27,28)

“But I would not have you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning them which are asleep, that ye sorrow not, even as others which have no hope. For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so them also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with him.” (1 Thessalonians 4:13,14)

“Behold, I shew you a mystery; We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.” (1 Corinthians 15:51,52)

“And I heard a great voice out of heaven saying, Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and he will dwell with them, and they shall be his people, and God himself shall be with them, and be their God.  And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.” (Revelation 21:3,4)

“The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.” (1 Corinthians 15:26)

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Feeling the Loss

Study of a dead child windusAfter losing Blythe this past July, I spent some time grieving and allowing myself to feel the loss.  A friend sent me a beautiful poem that captured how I felt.  I was also encouraged by the poetry of Anne Bradstreet, who was no stranger to loss as well.  Here are three of Anne Bradstreet’s poems that anyone dealing with loss might be able to relate to and receive comfort from:

On My Dear Grandchild, Simon Bradstreet, Who Died on 16 November, 1669, Being but a Month, and One Day Old.

No sooner came, but gone, and fall’n asleep,
Acquaintance short, yet parting caused us weep;
Three flowers, two scarcely blown, the last I’ th’ bud,
Cropt by th’ Almighty’s hand; yet is He good.
With dreadful awe before Him let’s be mute,
Such was His will, but why, let’s not dispute,
With humble hearts and mouths put in the dust,
Let’s say He’s merciful as well as just.
He will return and make up all our losses,
And smile again after our bitter crosses
Go pretty babe, go rest with sisters twain;
Among the blest in endless joys remain.


In Memory of My Dear Grandchild Anne Bradstreet Who Deceased June 20, 1669, Being Three Years and Seven Months Old

With troubled heart and trembling hand I write,
The heavens have changed to sorrow my delight.
How oft with disappointment have I met,
When I on fading things my hopes have set.
Experience might ‘fore this have made me wise,
To value things according to their price.
Was ever stable joy yet found below?
Or perfect bliss without mixture of woe?
I knew she was but as a withering flower,
That’s here today, perhaps gone in an hour;
Like as a bubble, or the brittle glass,
Or like a shadow turning as it was.
More fool then I to look on that was lent
As if mine own, when thus impermanent.
Farewell dear child, thou ne’er shall come to me,
But yet a little while, and I shall go to thee;
Mean time my throbbing heart’s cheered up with this:
Thou with thy Saviour art in endless bliss.

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Here Follows Some Verses Upon the Burning of Our house, July 10th. 1666. Copied Out of a Loose Paper.

In silent night when rest I took,
For sorrow near I did not look,
I wakened was with thund’ring noise
And piteous shrieks of dreadful voice.
That fearful sound of “fire” and “fire,”
Let no man know is my Desire.
I, starting up, the light did spy,
And to my God my heart did cry
To straighten me in my Distress
And not to leave me succourless.
Then, coming out, behold a space
The flame consume my dwelling place.
And when I could no longer look,
I blest His name that gave and took,
That laid my goods now in the dust.
Yea, so it was, and so ‘twas just.
It was his own, it was not mine,
Far be it that I should repine;
He might of all justly bereft
But yet sufficient for us left.
When by the ruins oft I past
My sorrowing eyes aside did cast
And here and there the places spy
Where oft I sate and long did lie.
Here stood that trunk, and there that chest,
There lay that store I counted best.
My pleasant things in ashes lie
And them behold no more shall I.
Under thy roof no guest shall sit,
Nor at thy Table eat a bit.
No pleasant talk shall ‘ere be told
Nor things recounted done of old.
No Candle e’er shall shine in Thee,
Nor bridegroom‘s voice e’er heard shall be.
In silence ever shalt thou lie,
Adieu, Adieu, all’s vanity.
Then straight I ‘gin my heart to chide,
And did thy wealth on earth abide?
Didst fix thy hope on mould’ring dust?
The arm of flesh didst make thy trust?
Raise up thy thoughts above the sky
That dunghill mists away may fly.
Thou hast a house on high erect
Framed by that mighty Architect,
With glory richly furnished,
Stands permanent though this be fled.
It‘s purchased and paid for too
By Him who hath enough to do.
A price so vast as is unknown,
Yet by His gift is made thine own;
There‘s wealth enough, I need no more,
Farewell, my pelf, farewell, my store.
The world no longer let me love,
My hope and treasure lies above.