Let's not be like Esau...

Pastor preached and it gave Ethy and I the opportunity to talk about the difference between Jacob and Esau, more than the fact that he was the second brother. Which Ethy was delighted to be like him in being the second. But to be like him in "begging a blessing!" was the issue that we were talking about. Jacob knew each of his many sons and knew that God didn't bless him because he was any better than his brother. He had met God and to the end of his days he spoke to his children about the God with whom he had wrestled a blessing. He had the foresight to pray for the Egyptian grandsons and pray God's richest blessings on them and prayed for them not to be left behind in the rapture of the people of God out of Egypt and God was merciful to remember them, inspite of themselves also. Christ was the reason for their salvation and Christ was the reason for Jacob's salvation. There will come a Saviour out of your loins Jacob without whom you couldn't have access to God. He learned this through the wrestling and through the limp which he endured throughout his life. Ethy and I had some laughter at looking at that supplanter and how he was still "begging a blessing," in his aged life. Keep begging a blessing Ethy. Don't take it for granted that you were born into a God-fearing family.

What does this look mean?

It means you are angry? was the answer from my happy Ethan. Everytime I look you in the eye it means I am angry to you? No, just that look...
What is a mother to do when her every look means she is angry? Confess and repent and change your behavior, was the reproof of the nine year old.



Last night, he said, when we raise our hands in worship it is somewhat to God, but it is mostly for us, so that he would pick us up, isn't it mommy? He was somewhat pining that he is not as small to be carried on Dad's shoulders, like baby brother and recounting the wonder of being in the worship of God with His people on His Day. The Lord is my shepherd, I can raise my hands in worship and know that He can always put me on the shoulders even at 9 and even at 47. God is good. Worship is to God and for us.
If the end of my parenting means that my children are learning to lean upon the Lord and that the limitations of Mommy and Daddy are not limitations to God, I will be glad. I can't always be happy with you, Ethan, but I can always love you.

He will guide me with His eye and afterward receive me to glory...

Come, Lord Jesus!

I'd rather be a doorkeeper...

In the house of the Lord. I would rather clean the closet, under the authority of my father than to live under the submission to the devil and the world. What I am learning, is the motivation presented to me and the order developed by over 100 years of living of my parents and their parents, by cleaning up under their authority. I am learning honor to my father. I am learning that chaos can accumulate and then be tamed under the hand of the authority of the father. I am learning how to take authority over the principalities and powers of this world. I am learning to take up the mantle of my father and walk in the authority of the God of my father.
Thank you, for doing such a good job on the closet, my boy.

Who paid you to think?

One of the worst things that we have done to our society is taken the freedom to think and given it only to those who have means. God says that the poor will be rich in faith. There is thinking to faith. Think, my boy! Think and when you are done thinking....DO!
Just because you haven't the means is no reason not to dream. That is what I love about the Walker spirit. They dream and go in their minds, with or without the means. Follow suit. Don't let the older children relegate you to have no say in the items of decision for yourself and for others. Be a good follower, surely, but not because you can't think, because you do think!

Searching for the snack bag

We looked, we looked, but we just couldn't find the new and precious snack bag. It is really nice to have something that makes you just like the other children in the class. It is so wonderful to have something that evens us all out. Some of us have never had something that makes us similar to the others. It is brilliant, that a brown paper bag makes everybody's snack special to them in the 4th grade. Hats off to the teacher who thought of that. Uniforms did that for me when I was a child. I didn't ever have high heeled shoes and I didn't ever have a silk shirt in school years but a uniform, I had and that made all of us the same. They could be rich and I could be poor, but we were dressed somewhat the same. I only had one uniform and I don't remember washing my uniform too often, so it must've had a not nice smell. But we looked the same. The snack looks the same and that is what makes it special for us to have what everybody else has. I don't have special stuff, unless somebody gives it to us. I am very thankful, but put it in the brown bag and I am the same as the other children. Thank God!

Spellabration!

Reading and riting and rithmatic, all to the tune of the hickory stick. Now that we have subtracted the hickory stick from the process, it is alot harder to engage the mind in the process. In the hickory stick is the deliverance of the soul from hell says the Bible and in the lack of the hickory stick many a heresy has abode and prospered. Beware of the lessons that cost you nuttin!

The First fellow dressed and ready for the new school year!

Congratulations, Ethan. You were the first one dressed and ready for the day. Superb, except for the bath. I backed you up to pick up the pieces. First things first. Happy boy. Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy wealthy and wise. You are wise to have put out your clothes early and gotten out at a good time. You are growing to be quite a responsible young man. I am proud of what happened today. Keep up the good work.