Monday, March 19

Three sabbaths now...

Our family has officially observed and enjoyed three Sabbaths. I consider this quite the accomplishment because the contrast between our old Sundays and the current ones is so drastic. Each weekend, Sean and I decide on a lesson we want to teach our children. The lesson may stem from something God has been speaking to our hearts or perhaps is a subject that we observe them needing to be taught.


The first week we observed a sabbath, I hung a small wicker ball from a red ribbon in the window of our library. It hung their most of the week and I had the children guessing what it meant. I told them that it stood for something very special that God has done in my life that I always wanted to remember. The guesses kept coming, and they were good, but no one could guess the answer. I asked the children if they had something they wanted to remember that God had done for them.

When Saturday night came and dinner was finished, we all went up to the library and sat on the sofa with our wicker balls and red ribbon. Our oldest daughter said that she wanted to hang hers because when she was born, she was blue and not breathing and God caused her to breathe. All on her own, out of her beautiful little child's mind, she thought and remembered this. So precious. Her ball hung next to mine in the window. She bowed her head and thanked God for making her breathe.

Our oldest son hung his because he was thankful that Jesus died on the cross for him. While I know this revelation will become clearer to him as he grows, I am thankful that he is seeing it now. His ball hung next to our daughter's and he thanked Jesus for dying for him.

The mood in the room was light and happy and Sean asked our youngest son, "Bubba, who loves you?", expecting him to say "Papa!" Instead Chubba Bubba said, "Jesus loves me!" We had never heard him say that before and he happily hung his wicker ball, with lots of tape, of course.

Sean really blessed me by saying that he had always prayed for a godly wife and telling the children how good his life has been with their Mama as his wife. For this, he was thankful and hung his little wicker ball in the window.

My wicker ball was hanging in the middle of all these others and I told the children how King David had written a psalm that tells us how God puts the lonely in families. "All my life," I told them, "I wanted a family of my own more than anything else. He has given me Papa and children and I am so thankful that he put me in a family!"

I was reminded earlier that week of how people in Bible times built alters to the Lord not only for sacrifices but as remembrances.

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