Spiritual Mothering

I’m reading a book by Susan Hunt called Spiritual Mothering: The Titus 2 Model for Women Mentoring Women. I’m only halfway through right now, but have been so encouraged by her words.

As one who has embraced a more extreme version of all things Titus 2 and Proverbs 31 in the past, I have been more hesitant to align myself with women who get too excited about these passages. I’ve done a disservice to myself and others because of this.

The funny thing is that I found this book quite by accident. For my Introduction to Biblical Counseling class, I have to do a concept map of my model of counseling, or framework of counseling. I’ve read four of the five assigned books for the class so far and while they have been good to read, I haven’t figured out really how to apply the principles in them into the particular way I will possibly be put into “counseling” situations with women in the future. I am neither going into professional counseling, nor will I be pastoring (I know, you’re surprised by this). Both of those situations make up the majority of my classmates. So instead of reading the last assigned book, Strategic Pastoral Counseling (which I’m sure is a good book and one I will eventually get to), I did a little hunt-and-peck searching on google and came up with the current selection.

So far, it’s going on my very short list of favorite books for women, the other being Andi Ashworth’s book (which I promote all the time already). Amazon wasn’t carrying this new, but half.com has a plethora of them, so if you have some extra cash, I think this would be a good investment for you.

Here are a few of the little tidbits I’ve been encouraged by so far:

“My working definition for the spiritual mothering relationship is this: When a woman possessing faith and spiritual maturity enters into a nurturing relationship with a younger woman in order to encourage and equip her to live for God’s glory”

“Apparently Paul did not expect or want the women in the Cretan church to change their conduct without changing their thinking. He wanted them to think Christianly so that they would act Christianly. And sound doctrine is essential for right thinking.”

“Titus was not told to teach those women who were interested in signing up for the course.The command seems to be inclusive. The older women in the congregation were to be taught how to live in accordance with sound doctrine so that they could train the younger women – no exceptions.”

“To think of yourself as a woman of ’sound doctrine’ and ’spiritual maturity’ may seem presumptuous. Perhaps you feel an element of relief because your assessment is that you can honestly disqualify yourself on the basis of these qualifications. Don’t sell yourself short, and don’t rob the kingdom of what you have to offer! If you are a Christian woman who is seeking to grow in the faith and to live obediently, then you are qualified for spiritual motherhood. If you are not seeking to grow in the faith and live obediently, then you have a problem that needs to be confronted! Sound doctrine does not mean that you are a theological expert. Spiritual maturity does not mean that you have reached super sainthood. It does mean that you are growing in your knowledge of the Word and in your desire to apply the Word to every area of your life.”

Operation Quality Christmas Gifts

While browsing Monica’s blog the other day, I was reminded that I’ve been meaning to post some thoughts on Operation Christmas Child myself. And this week is a good time to do it as the boxes are due on Sunday and I have some work to do to get ours ready.

What we’ve done for the past few years is to allow each of our girls to give one box for another girl her same age. Instead of using normal shoe boxes, we buy a good-sized plastic Rubbermaid container. The rationale behind this is that the child (or family) can use the box for a long time after Christmas and it won’t get banged up two weeks later.

Speaking of getting banged up, the main thing I wanted to communicate is that I’ve noticed a trend that suggests folks fill their shoeboxes with cheap gifts from the dollar store. I’d like to encourage you not to do this. Why? Because there’s a reason the gifts from the dollar stores are so cheap – they are cheaply made (read: poor quality). I think the good-hearted American Christians who are planning to participate should take a good hard look at what they are actually giving and ask themselves, “Is this a gift I would buy for my own child?” If not, why not?

I don’t usually buy my children’s gifts from the dollar store because I want the gifts to last longer than two weeks. Ideally I’d like them to last a long, long time and even possibly pass down to a sister at a later time. For the children who will receive the shoe boxes, this just might be the only special thing they get all year long – it may be the only special thing they get EVER. And when the cheap toys break, they can’t run back out to the dollar store to replace them. It’s simply gone.

I’m not suggesting you go into debt to fill the shoe boxes, nor am I saying go to F.A.O. Schwartz to fill them. Wal-Mart can be your friend for this project and sure, go ahead and throw in some small, inexpensive extras. But wouldn’t it be extra special for your child to receive a gift that they can keep their whole childhood? Something that was made with some durability to last, and allow them to share with their siblings and friends? Just something to think about. And now, I’ve got some shopping to do…

A Little Presbyterian W(h)ine

This subject has been brewing in my brain for a few weeks now and I just can’t keep from writing on it anymore. The issue? Christians (and specifically I’m thinking of PCA Presbyterians because they are the ones I’m constantly surrounded by) and their precious freedoms.

I want to start by saying I do not take issue with beer-drinking Christians (remember, I grew up Southern Baptist and in Oklahoma, too, so I used to have a reason to take issue with beer-drinking Christians). Contrary to the way I thought 12-13 years ago, I no longer hold to the notion that it is an automatic strike for a Christian to partake in things of this nature. I enjoy a good Bacardi Razz myself on occasion.

The issue I have is with Christians who look at others who don’t drink or smoke cigars or watch R-rated movies as the automatic weaker brother. If someone invites me over to their home and offers me wine and I politely say, “No thank you,” it is simply because I do not enjoy the taste of wine. I am not making a judgment upon them for offering it to me, I do not look down on them for enjoying a glass of it while I stick with water. I am simply saying I’d prefer not to have any, in much the same way I would politely turn down a piece of coconut-cream pie if offered one (I’ve never cared for coconut). As I don’t cast a judgment on the offerer for offering it, I would appreciate not having judgment cast on me for not accepting.

I know what I’m about to say does not apply to all of the people I see around here and, if hard-pressed, I would like to believe everyone I’m thinking of would say something similar if asked. Yet the vibe that can come across is: you do not use your freedoms, so you take issue with those who do. And since you take issue with those who do, then I will one-up it and make you feel like the weaker brother (sister) for not participating.

If we’re about grace, then can’t we (and I’m speaking to myself as well) try to do a better job extending some, believing the best about those around us? If you believe you have the freedom to drink, that’s fine. I do, too. I don’t like to drink very much, so I don’t very much. Please show me some grace when you see me not drinking when you are. If you don’t believe you have the freedom to drink, that’s fine, too. Please show some grace in how you approach those who do. If you who have the freedom are around someone without it, please show some grace to them by being respectful of their convictions instead of belittling them in the faith for it.

Unity in the essentials, right?

Okay, that’s it for my little Presbyterian w(h)ine. If I offended anyone, please show me some grace. I’ll do the same for you. 😉

My Hand Is Raised

Defeated perfectionists often become victims of their own high standards. They carry in their heads, partially subconscious, a picture of who they want to be and who they firmly believe they can and should be: their ideal self. When things are going well, they almost live up to this fantasy, but as soon as something goes wrong, as soon as some flaw or failure is noticeable, then their tendency to all-or-nothing thinking takes hold. They often perceive themselves as complete disasters: despicable, unreliable, incompetent people. Their ideal self and their perceived self are polar opposites. The inner tension is unbearable. The truth, which is rarely visible to them, is that their real self is somewhere in between the two. But it is almost impossible, without help, time and patience, for such a person to hold the two poles in a creative tension and live in the real world of both success and failure. It is this perceived discrepancy between “who I think I should be” and “who I think I really am” that is at the heart of the pain of perfectionism. The driven perfectionist works harder to close the gap; the defeated perfectionist gives up the fight. The healthy perfectionist is able to live in the tension.

From Perfecting Ourselves to Death by Richard Winter

Baby Chickens and Special Blankets

We got the girls Happy Meals from McDonald’s yesterday and the toy surprise was a wind-up Chicken Little, which they all thought was pretty cool, especially Millie. Today she came up to me, held the toy out for me to wind, and I asked her who she had. She looked up at me and said, “Chicken Baby.”

In other news, Katie has a fairly serious addiction to crocheted blankets. She’s carried two since she was a baby – one “Pink” and the other “Blue,” named for obvious reasons. Earlier in the year we sent the blankets away on a “trip” and was attempting to help Katie go through detox. This worked for a couple months until she noticed the significantly larger cream-colored crocheted blanket I keep on the back of the sofa. It became her new obsession and when she didn’t think she could get away with actually dragging it around the apartment, she would just go lie on the couch next to it and get a “fix.”

Then she started asking to take it to bed with her and we gave in. Eventually I suggested we just give her Pink and Blue back because they are much smaller than the other one, but we didn’t give in until two days ago. This was when Katie pulled her parental appeal out of her back pocket. She was in the car alone with me and she casually said to me, “Mommy, when we get home, will you ask Daddy if I can have my Pink and Blue back? I promise I will keep them on my bed forever and ever.”

I smiled at her and assured her I would ask on her behalf. I did and she went to bed one happy gal that night, secure between her two best friends.

Yesterday she wanted to skip her nap and instead watch a movie with Maddie and Chloe, so I told her that would be okay – just for that day. Chloe said to her, “Katie! But you will miss Pink and Blue!” to which Katie replied, “That’s okay. I have them in my heart.”

Get Ready, Get Set…

My first exam of this semester is going to take place tomorrow. We have to learn (basically by rote memorization) 107 questions and will be randomly tested on only 25 of them. In my humble opinion, I think this stinks.

After studying for most of the afternoon, I came home and said, “Out of 107 questions, I know exactly 46 of them.” Craig started laughing and said, “You are such an ‘S.’”

Call me what you will, I’m nervous about this goofy test. After studying more, I’m now clocking in at being reasonably confident with 81 of the questions. But what if my computer generated test spits out my 25 from those 26 that I *don’t* still know? If it’s going to happen to somebody, it’s going to happen to me…

Ah well, didn’t I say somewhere before that I’m trying to work on my motive here to go to school for the education and not necessarily the grade? I’m sure I said it somewhere.

Here goes nothing.

How to Score BIG on Halloween

1. Buy four bags of fun sized candy: 2 Snickers, 2 Twix.
2. Double check the campus trick or treat time: 5:30-7:00.
3. Make sure you run super late all day long on Halloween and don’t get home until 6:15.
4. By this time, most of the other kids will have already gone trick or treating, but set your bowl outside your door anyway to appear like you participated.
5. Frantically get everyone changed into their costumes and head out the door.
6. Be sure to hit every participating door on campus with all four of your kids.
7. Go home and casually notice your bowl is as full of candy as it was when you left to make your rounds.
8. Dump all four of the girls goody bags out on the floor (including your own big giant bowl that you were supposed to distribute, but didn’t).
9. Rejoice.