Seeds of the Heart

What seeds are you planting in the Hearts of those around you?

Please join me over at http://amothersheritage.com today as I share about the different kinds of seeds we are planting in the hearts of all those who watch us and how my family turns Dandelion seeds into a wonderful bread!

Passing on God's word

I awake to the sounds of a soft voice....
I turn to see the time...
Closing my eyes for a few more minutes I meditate on His choice....


Its a day of remembrance, a day full of honor, and day when He choose me.


A sinner, a life full of brokenness and sin. As a little girl I cling to a bible under my pillow. A bible that would be my comfort in times of struggle. A bible that would teach me about the cross and the grave.


We arise, still weary from a long night, and after we are all ready, gather around the table. Its Easter and things look a little different this morning than in years past. There are no Easter baskets filling our table. No eggs to be found, and no candy to indulge in. In front of us we think about the empty grave...we read.


We read about the angel, and the grave clothes, and the nails. We talk about the choice he made to die, we talked about the sins. We give him honor and praise. His presence fills our home. A holiness, a hush. We stop and pray. We meditate on the cross.





Across the room the old wood splintered and stained of age sits on our mantel. A homemade cross. Made from salvaged wood. A cross from the very walls of our home. Its a small reminder of that day. A way to keep our eyes focused when all around us the world is begging for more. Begging for me and my children to turn away from its importance. Begging in the midst of grocery isles for us to make other things more important.


We share with our children the importance of this day...we pray with them. We explain how we can walk with him all the days of our lives, and our desire for them to pass that love on. We pull out their first gift....A new bible.

Squeals of excitement fill the room, the smiles are priceless...the comments are of awe. Tears fill my eyes....its no Easter basket filled with new toys, no candy, no brightly colored eggs....and they are overwhelmed with joy.


Small blessings are wrote in each one with the hands of their father. He reads them in a soft gentle way, as he presents each child his own. We stop....little hands holding them tight.

In this moment we talk about the importance of sharing the good news. We present them with their second gift....the oppurtunity to choose to buy tracks or new bibles for those in the mission field. After all its Easter...that's what it is all about. His story!


All at once they seem to claim their choice....with smiles of little faces they are still full of joy.
We write down a list, to give to a Gospelink missionary, to order for the people in Vietnam.



I pray...that those little hands, and eager hearts to spread the gospel will flourish with the passion for souls as they grow. I hear my husbands voice instruct them to calm and we prepare to close out our family worship with one more gift. A gift of challenge. A gentle reminder that everything we do should be honoring to the Lord.





Every book we read should create in us wisdom that agrees with scripture.


And Every song we listen to will challenge us to become a disciple.

And every toy our hands play with will inspire us to be the kind of men and woman God has called us to be.


The grave is empty. We think one more time about the grave clothes laying motionless. We talked about this year being the beginning of new tradtions. Our heads bow and we close in prayer.





Easter to us has become a holy day. A day to focus on the cross. For us a day to not want, but to give...passing on God's word. In the hands of our children (and the generations to come) and in the hands of those around the world looking for a Saviour. The story of the cross.


May you and your family continue to see the love of our Saviour everyday as you think and teach your own children about the holiness of our Lord.





Blessings,


Dawn

Rainy days...

are good for rearranging the sewing corner....

and for organizing fabrics.... (in a new vintage trunk!)

and for hanging newly rescued doilies from the ceiling

Rainy days are also good for....



little boys' birthdays!

The Lord's Table

"...I remember the first time I confessed to Him that I had not been wise with the meals I had provided my family with. I saw a deep sorrow in my heart for I felt I was robbing my family of the strength to do all God calls them too, from not having healthy meals. Recently we found some food allergies and so begun my journey to Wise Meals as I take my family down the GF and Diary Free path. "





Please join me today over at http://www.amothersheritage.com/





as I share one of our favorite GF and DF meals. One that is kid-friendly and approved by a meat-and-potatoes-kind-of-guy!

"Cookie Cutter Prayers"

~How we can cultivate a heart of prayer in the hearts of our children through everyday things~
One thing my kids love to play with is cookie cutters. We tend to have gathered quite a collection. (one that actually fits into a old wooden barrel to be exact!) I personally love the metal cookie cutters. They tend to bring me back to a simpler time in life when children were encouraged to stand by mom all day as she cooked or cleaned. When boys would find contentment and adventure in a pile of sticks and stones, and the occasional tree in the backyard.

Cookie cutters will always find themselves somehow on our table during the week. Whether we are making cookies by scratch, practicing our alphabet, or trying to draw towns made out of shapes....our cookie cutters are much loved.

Cookie Cutters to most are just a simple everyday thing. Something that comes in many shapes and sizes and can give children of any age hours of fun. Did you know cookie cutters can also be a tool to teach those young hearts the importance of prayer? Since many of my cookies cutters are different colors and so often my kids are sharing or digging in the barrel for their next favorite one...I have a little game we play...it goes soemthing like this.

You will need:

~A timer of some sort

~Pieces of cardstock cut into squares or index cards cut in half

~Markers

~A list of prayer requests (or topical prayers)

Directions:

~On each piece of paper write down a specific prayer request or topical prayer

(ex: Missionaries, Daddy's cold, Self-Control with my hands)

~Before children play with cookie cutters explain when the timer beeps they will draw a new card of prayer from the "prayer pile" and pray (outloud or quietly) about those requests untill the timer stops

~You can also say whenever you touch a "yellow" cookie cutter, or a "round" cookie cutter you have to pray about ________(prayer card)

It's a fun way to make a simple moment into something so precious-listening to your family talk to their Saviour!

As with any memory there is usually a mess not to far behind. And with children messes are not that hard to make. But on the other hand picking up messes usually is no fun at all. So how can we take a pile of toys and teach our children that when we put our toys away we can spend time talking to God?

Here is another great idea....

You will need:

~A piece of paper to hang in the bedroom or playroom

~Markers or caryons (because every list seems to be a little more exciting to read when done with lots of color!)

Directions:

~Write down the top 10 toys or everything your children will be picking up in one column

~Draw a arrow to the second column and write down what they can pray for when they pick up that item and put it away

~Hang in a place where the kids can see this on a daily basis and encourage them, even walk them through it a few times. Afterall messes become more important as you pray your way through them with your children by your side!

(Example:

1. LEGOS (which are in the millions in my boys' room)------------>pray for missionaries who are building churches

2. SHIRTS-------------------->thank God for daddy and all the hardwork he does providing for us

3. MATCHBOX CARS----------------->Pray for God to provide the momey to our friends so they can go to the Mission field soon

4. DOLLS--------------->Pray for the girl orphans. And that God will give them a loving family

5. DRESS UP CLOTHES------------------>Pray for anyone who is sick. That God will heal them

You see its more than just, another pile. And as a mom you can say more than just simply, "Go clean your room." .....Its a oppurtunity to teach them the importance of prayer!

As a mom I see that I am constantly training their hearts to think biblically, quick to disciple them onward towards Christ, and always find a to-do list much too long for the hours I am awake. But as a mom I can find peace and joy in the everyday things as I look forward to those moments as a way to share God with my kids. Today I would like to enocurage you to start a passion in the young hearts of your children in praying throughout their day. It is a wonderful thing to join in Family Worship at the end of each day praying for the burdens of those close to you...and it is important to thank the Lord for each meal He has provided. But it can be a glorious thing when we see our everyday chores as stepping stones to a more personal, intimate relationship with Jesus.

I hope you are encouraged....and never look at a stray toy or a cookie cutter and a container of play dough the same again :)

Prayers of Blessings from my heart to yours!

Dawn

My Mountain of Prayer

This week I had a mountain in my way...one that seems to sneak in every so often. (Mostly when I'm not looking!) I wonder if they seem to visit you too?


This is a picture of my mountain...its here....its real....and I found myself having a hard time motivating myself to conquer it. So what do you do when you have a mountian of laundry that seems to get higher and higher each day? Well, if you're like me you find a way to blog about it :) So today I would like to share with you a new way you can move those mountains!!!
( And the beginning to my new series: "Household Prayers"!)

Pray your way through them, literally! As I sat down I decided for every item I picked up I would say a quick prayer...a short one. Some were a full sentence others were a few words. I was excited...motivated...and full of joy...to fold laundry!!!

Lord, Thank you for always providing food for us. Help me to be a better steward of our meals, and as I dry all those dishes and wipe up spilled messes help me to see it as a blessing...your provision.

As I hung up clothes I noticed a few tattered shirts. And I am convicted...reminded on how much my heart is tattered.... with selfishness. Lord forgive me on focusing on myself and help me to serve the ones in my family with diligence and joy.

My youngest sons red tie. (He loves to wear this to church, next to his Larry boy one of course!) I prayed that the Lord will teach him self-control as he sits in the pew with us during family worship.

I thank God for wonderful blankets that my kids love to use when reading. I prayed over a dear friend of ours, Mrs. P who made the bear blanket for our first child when she was born (11 years ago). I prayed for God to bless her and fill her with joy. I prayed for the missionaries on our fridge as I folded the map blanket.

I prayed for my daughters desire to wear more skirts and dresses. That she will have a heart of modesty all her life. Honoring her king...with her clothes. I prayed that we would be able to start sewing some skirts patterns she so desperately wants.

I prayed for my sweet girl as she slept that night. Give her peace, and dreams full of your glory Lord.

I found a belt, those occasionaly find themselves in the washer. I prayed for my boys that they will have a hunger for God's word, girding themselves with strength.

I prayed for everyone who brushes their teeth that we will remember to speak with gentleness and kindness throughout our day. (As I layed out the bathroom rug under the sink)

I prayed for my daughter. That God will give me the key to her heart. That she will strive for holiness and learn how to be a wise woman. I also prayed that if it's God's will another little girl will twirl around in the ruffles of this dress as we begin our adoption process. I prayed that I will reflect "holiness" as I go about my day. Showing my husband and my kids Gods mercy, forgiveness, grace, and love as I serve them.

" Lord please help me as we adjust to a diray allergy. Give our bones strength and give me wisdom as I start this adventure. "

"Lord please help us to be a witness to others around us. Telling others about the purity you offer through your blood. Afterall you are "One size fits all"

I prayed over my husbands uniform. His shirts and pants. Telling the Lord how greatful I was for his hard work. Asking him to give him strength as he goes about his day. I asked God to help me to be a better helpmate, and that I will create a home full of joy when he returns.

I was reminded of all the "stains" we have in our life,

and as I put our "rags" in the rag bucket I knew God has a plan for each of us....

Romans 8:28 "And we know that all things (even the scraps of our life) work together for good to them that love God, to them who are called according to his purpose."

I prayed that our kids will find contentment in the car as we go throughout town, and I thanked God for the noise of them all singing bible songs as we headed to the bank.
I washed and dryed all of our winter glooves, and hats. Its Indiana and we have been blessed with a very very mild winter.So I kept the bag close to the garage door just in case it gets really cold again. And I prayed for the "seasons" ahead. I surrendered my will to his. I am nervous, and unsure of what will happen in my life untill I pull these out agian. But I know He is in control!
I folded the last scarf and prayed for my sons throat. It was red and a little sore tonight. I prayed for God's healing stripes to comfort him.

Prayer. Its such a simple task. Something we can do so often and yet forget to do most of the time. It took me three hours to get to the otherside of my mountain. Three hours into the wee hours of the morning. Three. hours. of. prayer. My heart rejoiced and I was humbled! That was the longest I prayed in my whole life. Short, simple prayers. Laundry Prayers! Prayers that covered everyone in my home. Prayers of thankfullness, and prayers of conviction. A intimate conversation with my first love. My Lord.

***I would love to invite you to my next series: "Household Prayers". This week I will be sharing how we can turn our home, our to-do lists, and tidying up into a divine appointment. A holy conversation. One full of prayer!

By His Grace,

Dawn

His Mercies are New!

Its the beginning of a new day...the sun hasn't awoke from its depth and the kids are still warm under their blankets. I find myself refreshed and full of Joy today. No particular reason really, just knowing my God is faithful and He is here.

~He is here beside me as I fold my mini mountian of laundry...(all it took was a little faith...you know... the kind found in a mustrad seed?)

~He is here when the dishes say good morning and I say, Oh yeah I forgot about you last night. ~He is here when my floors seem to never stay clean and I hope no one sees the evidence of our very much lived in living room carpet.

~ He is here when I find my heart burden for the path of my children as I teach them God's way, and yet so often than not I feel like I am not doing it right.

~He is here....

As I sip my tea and look down at my two Ginger snaps (not a very healthy breakfest but a sweet one nonetheless) I am greatful that He is here. I know I can't go about my day without Him. Without His grace, His mercy, His wisdom, and His forgiveness. Its a new day one that I want to give Him fully. Its all His afterall.

~My gentle, loving husband is His

~My daughter full of beauty with a heart so fragile as she discovers who God wants her to be is His

~My sons who love adventure and thrive on learning new things are His

~This home and all within are His

My family, all unworthy of my love...all saved by grace and all given to me as gifts. All whom I can't love without Him!

The sun is lifting, and the birds a waking...my children are stirring and... I pray....

Dear Father,

I need you today. I need your love so I can love them. I need your grace so I can pass it on. I need your forgiveness when I fail in my fallen skin. I need your spirit to guide me and give me wisdom when all else is gone. Be my hands, as I prepare meals. Be my feet as I go from room to room to tidy. Fill my voice with gentleness and grace as I speak loving, encouraging words of Hope.

Father thank you for your love. For the cross. And for your word. Thank you for giving me soo much I don't deserve. Thank you for another day to wake up early and spend this time with you.

Please Father give everyone who comes here... Joy.. For no reason really, but just because you are with them. You are there beside them no matter what season they are in. You are with them no matter what comes their way today. You are with them wherever they go. You are there. They are not alone.

"O Lord you are my God, and I rise early to seek you."
~Psalms 63:1