Wednesday, December 28, 2011

So Much Birthday and Christmas Joy!!

Gee wizz this time of the year provides so much to blog about!!

Noah and I trekked down to Omaha where we had another christmas with the Clarks! This wonderful family took Noah in to live with them during his last year of high school - when I finally met them in 2010, the summer after we were married, I fell fast in love with them as well! They truly are just like family. They took us in last Christmas, and I was blown away by how they treated us just like one of the kids. We had our own stockings and just as many presents under the tree as their own children! I was SO excited to experience it all again. One of the most special parts of our time with the Clarks is experiencing family life again - all of us 'kids' (Nate (29), Matt (27), Emily 24)) eating breakfast in our pjs in the morning, chilling in the living room playing settlers etc.... I love living with a family again. I appreciate it so much more now than I did as a kid - sorry Mum and Dad!! Brian and Janet (adopted mum and dad in law) are so awesome. They have lived all over Europe, and I always learn so much from there - especially because Janet is a therapist. She always has such wise insight! I feel challenged, intellectually and emotionally when we visit and all the kids are together. Nathan is completing his PhD in medical technology, Matthew works for the Department of Defense in WA D.C. in Cyber Security and Emily has a degree in Neuroscience and works at a hospital with patients that have inner-ear problems. Brian is a career military consultant for the Department of Defense now, and travels the world attending diplomatic functions( how fun!?!) and Janet is the coolest counselor you will ever meet!
I am always encouraged to face my fears, become the person I want to be and savor what matters in life when I am with these people.
Most of all, I am reminded to challenge mediocrity and be an honest and free thinker - and to LOVE.



{My love and I on my birthday :)}





{On the 23rd, my birthday gifts: New purse & Wallet, Anthro bolero & aquamarine/diamond/white gold earrings....yes I was SPOILED!}



{Em and I showing off our new Anthro tops...I also have the one Em is wearing!}




{Em and I hard at work preparing for our dinner party - recipes to come!}




{Emily and I excited after our Anthropologie purchases on the 22nd}




{Enjoying being together at Johnny's Steak house on the 23rd}








{gotta love group singing in action}






{Handsome's awesome cake :) did I mention that on the morning of my birthday he woke up super early to go get me my favorite coffee? yes I woke up with a kiss of the cheeck and a venti soy caramel latte in my hand - what a good hubby! oh and then he made me eggs benedict for breakfast in bed!}





{I have wanted this puppy for some time...so excited to do some french cooking!}



{present opening frenzy...actually we all opened one at the same time - lots of ooo
s and ahhh's!}



{full stockings on christmas morning...including a starbucks gift card, eeee!!!}


Its now the 29th, and after a trip back to MN to work christmas day, Noah and I made the drive back to Omaha to spend a few more days with the Clarks.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

The best chocolate chip cookies!!

I have tried many a chocolate chip recipe and this is by far my favorite. Crispy on the outside, chewy on the inside. Not too cake like, and not too gooey. Perfect!

Ingredients:

* 1 cup butter, softened
* 1 cup white sugar
* 1 cup packed brown sugar
* 2 eggs
* 2 teaspoons vanilla extract
* 3 cups all-purpose flour
* 1 teaspoon baking soda
* 2 teaspoons hot water
* 1/2 teaspoon salt
* 2 cups semisweet chocolate chips
* 1 cup chopped walnuts

1) Preheat Oven to 350 degrees (personally, I do 325 because I like them a little chewier)

2)Cream together the butter, white sugar, and brown sugar until smooth. Beat in the eggs one at a time, then stir in the vanilla. Dissolve baking soda in hot water. Add to batter along with salt.



3)Stir in flour, chocolate chips, and nuts. Drop by large spoonfuls onto ungreased pans.





4) Bake for about 10 minutes in the preheated oven, or until edges are nicely browned.



Amy's Tips:
- Chill dough for 2 hours or so before baking. It makes the cookies more even!
- Use parchment paper, they just bake better!
- If you like your cookies a bit flatter like me, make the dough balls smaller and flatten them out a bit on the tray. They don't expand too much.
- If you like your cookies more cake like, use 1 egg instead of 2.
- throw in pecans, macadamias, white chocolate chips, dark chocolate chips, cranberries - whatever! its a great basic recipe, and the imagination can go wild!

Friday, December 16, 2011

Desert Road





I love roads. Road trips, runways, brick paths, sandy dunes. Those chosen paths. Sometimes roads are filled with joy and sometimes with sadness. Roads and all of the analogies that involve them fascinate me, they are the inspiration for my blog. The Bible is filled about the roads that people took. The path that led Moses to the burning bush, the garden of Gethsemane, the road to Golgotha, the path were Jesus (then resurrected) spoke with the travelers....
They can lead to wonderful places, if the right one is chosen. Unfortunately sometimes the right roads are the hardest roads. Jesus reminded us that narrow is the road that leads to life (Matt 7).

A road I have become familiar with lately is the desert road. And I am grateful for it. In the desert I have met with Jesus, and my husband, in beautiful and vulnerable ways. there has been tears. there has been pain. but beauty.

the beauty surprised me. I forgot that in seemingly barren places, a beautiful character exists.

When I first moved to Arizona from New Zealand I went into shock with all of the brown.
Brown dirt, brown plants, brown rocks, brown houses. I was used to the ocean, mountains and rolling green hills.
And then, I was mesmerized. The rock formations and the endless desert were fascinating. They invited and challenged. They inspired.







I think in some way my time in Arizona prepared me for our time in the Midwest. During the times of solitude, quiet and loneliness I was able to find inspiration, creativity and peace. I didn't fear the expanse like I used to.

Recently I read this blessing from a book about desert women in the Bible, and it spoke to me.

"May you know the presence
of those who have passed
through the desert before you.
May they point the way
toward freedom
and sustain you
with their stories.
In the wilderness
may there be wellsprings.
May there be wings."

{On this desert road I have found wellsprings}


My husband
My family
Henri Nouewen
Quiet times at Starbucks (ironic, I know)
walks in the park
learning to play tennis
decorating my home
making a home
skype dates with kiwis
pillow talk
deeper understanding
new dreams
completion of dreams
new friends


{I have found wings}

My job as an RN
completeing my education
being a wife, companion and lover
volunteering at the clinic



{Just like a flower can bloom in the desert, among thorns. so can I}



This is a memory of my most favorite dates with Noah, in 2009 when we first got together. We had a magical day in the desert, picking wild apples in the rain, hiking among ancient Indian ruins, eating gormuet pizza, enjoying a picnic with all my favorites amongst the beautiful red rocks, and enjoying discovering all of the new things about eachother. I will treasure it always.



Monday, December 12, 2011

I have a Bachelors Degree!

It was a wonderful day on December 10th, when I graduated with my Bachelors of Science in Nursing degree! Noah and I woke up early He made me a cup of coffee and we hopped in the car! We drove to mankato and met up with our family,Brian and Janet Clark. We had a yummy breakfast then we headed to the University! As you can imagine it was the usual - cap and gown, listening to lots of boring speeches and then my name was announced!
Amy Hensley, Summa Cum Laude
(heck yes, I worked hard for the latin title at the end!!)

Noah gave me a beautiful bouquet of flowers and other goodies, including a starbucks :)
then we went out to dinner. it was perfect, wonderful and I felt so celebrated!!

It was fun this time around because I already had a job and had passed my nursing boards! last time all of that was still ahead of me (and a wedding, cross country move and new start!). I am so grateful to have completed my education. I have an excellent vocation that I can always use to support my family if need be. It serves others and glorifies the Lord, I am sooooo blessed!!!
I have more plans for school, but even if those never happen I can rest easy having completed a degree of some kind!!!! :)

I am so, so grateful & privileged.















Thursday, December 8, 2011

A week in review

What have we been up to??!?!!?
Well, we drove down to Iowa for thanksgiving with Noah's family


Going to see the Scottish ballet at the Orpheum Theatre in down town Minneapolis:


Lunch out at Bun Mi at the University and enjoying the snow!




Not included in photos:
- lots of cuddles on the couch enjoying our TV that we can watch shows with in real time!
- late night games of Uno
- my home made mac & cheese (ok, I have a blurry photo of that)
- enjoying our capuccino maker with morning lattes and old fashioned donuts.

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Work-life balance from an incredible christian MD!

I love FreshMD's blog. She has a wonderful marriage, beautiful and secure children and an incredible profession. She even volunteers at a refugee clinic. This post, in particular, was very encouraging. (so glad I have number 10 checked off my list!!!)


Ten guidelines for medicine-life balance

Right now, this month, seven years out of residency with a part-time position at the refugee clinic and three and three-quarters children, I have work-life balance. It's somewhat precarious, something that could be toppled by illness or an unbearable colleague or a newborn, but I would rate my current satisfaction with both career and home life as high. Here are some philosophical and practical guidelines that I follow:

1. Accept that you can't have it all - at least not at once - but you can have a life that is rich and full and satisfying. I watch resignedly as other (childless) physicians at my clinic leave to spend months working in Afghanistan and Peru. I'm the mother that arrives late to the preschool Christmas potluck and sets a box of mandarin oranges next to the homemade cheesy noodle casseroles. My son's school uniform pants are embarrassingly short and I couldn't make a recent cross-cultural mental health conference because I'm home with my daughter on Thursdays. But I have kind, secure children and what is arguably the most delightful, rewarding patient population in the city. It's enough.

2. Be clear about your boundaries and don't apologize for them. I work Mondays, Tuesdays and Fridays. I can't start any earlier than 9AM due to school drop-off. I've had potential employers rework schedules and change clinic start times when I tell them my availability.

3. Don't compare your finances to others'. Recently, my six-year-old son asked me, "Where do you and Daddy get money from?" He was taken aback when I explained that we are paid for our work. All this time he had assumed we were going to work for pleasure and to help others. This pleased me no end. I don't want money to be the prime consideration in my decisions.

Every year the BC Ministry of Health puts out the "Blue Book", which lists what every physician in the province billed the Medical Services Plan. I've perused it before, but no good comes from seeing that my family physician neighbour bills more than five times what I do. I start to gauge the wrong things in terms of money; what are quiet days at home puttering in the yard with my four-year-old worth?

4. Say no. This may be the most important skill I've learned in the last five years. If I feel awkward saying no to someone's face, I say I'll consider their request. Then I say no by email. I don't bother with reasons or excuses. I came across a quote from one of Dr. Gabor Mate's books a few months ago that I think of almost daily: "Always choose guilt over resentment."

5. Write. I take ten minutes once or twice a week to document for myself what was memorable. This has a magical way of allowing what's important to rise to the top while the irritations of daily life drift away, affording perspective. Here's something lifted directly from a journal entry this summer:

Playland yesterday, Leif smiling as he soared through the air, Saskia looking non-plussed even when having a great time. It felt wonderful to give them a day of whatever they wanted, unlimited rides, mini-donuts, cotton candy, a snowie despite wasps hovering over the syrup spigots, eaten cross-legged on concrete in makeshift shade. They were good as gold. Felt strange to see legs dangling from a great height, delighted screams, ferris wheel buckets the colours of candy against the North Shore mountains, and think that the same world has refugee camps.

6. Consider exhaustion the state of having given, rather than having been taken from. A few months ago, as I rounded the bend to approach the Second Narrows Bridge on my way home from work, CBC's Rich Terfry on the radio and Ariana strapped in the backseat, I thought with dismay how overwhelmingly fatigued I was. I felt drained, spent, exhausted - and reflecting on these words I realized that resenting others having taken from me was passive and inaccurate. I had given what I had by my own choice. When considering Dr. William Osler's words, "Let each day's work absorb your entire energy and satisfy your widest ambition," anything short of collapsing into bed completely spent each night feels a waste.

7. Travel lightly. I try to apply minimalism to every aspect of my life. People remark on how tidy my home is, but the truth is that we have very little stuff. I decided two years ago to leave the HIV clinic to focus my part-time work at the refugee clinic only. We eat simply. Any commitments are carefully selected and for a defined period of time.

8. Hold an AGM with your spouse. Once a year, Pete and I hire a babysitter and take an evening to take stock of where we're at in every major area of our life: his work, my work, finances, church, where we live, parenting, friendships. We identify what's working, what needs to change and when we need to reevaluate. We like to feel that our choices are deliberate; we don't want to float up to our forties to say, "Huh! So this is how we live." I have such fond memories of these evenings, full of gratitude and brainstorming and collaboration, and everything recorded in my notebook.

9. Three projects. At any given time, I have three projects on the go that require one to two weeks to complete. One relates to work, one to home and one to something creative. For example, I might apply for a research grant, order a coffee table and frame some of my photos for our front entry. No new projects can be tackled until all of the original three are completed. (See zenhabits for more.)

10. Marry well. Pete (who works full-time in a non-medical field) is supportive, a non-complainer, hands-on with the kids and flexible around gender roles. We've both made sacrifices. He is undoubtedly the linchpin to my current contented state of mother-doctor.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Thanksgiving...

"As we pause to thank Him for the blessings of the past year,
we must not forget to thank Him for the lessons we have learned through our difficult times.
We are not to be thankful for just the pleasant, easy things, but ALL things."

Noah and I road tripped to Iowa for a less than 24 hour period to spend thanksgiving with his family. We made the 5.5 hour drive down there just for the day since I had to work black friday. It was fun to get to share this holiday with him, and his family. Albeit, I have never watched football on thanksgiving before (probably won't again) and miss my family conversations of world events it was still special to see him with his family and watch their traditions. I am so thankful I am married to this most wonderful man, and that we have so many holidays ahead. I can't wait to make holiday traditions with our own children, and watch him be the most amazing dad.
I miss my family like crazy, but am thankful I have them to miss. I am thankful for unconditional love. I am thankful for my life. I did have a cry when I skyped them on thanksgiving. I felt so out of place at the Midwestern gathering....people reading books, watching football and playing video games. People didn't ask me about New Zealand, I think they think we drive horses and carts still. His Grandpa and Uncle didn't even know what the European Union was.....
I am so used to family conversations, prayer times, discussions about thankfulness and hours spent curled up on the couch drinking coffee looking at family photos or watching home videos. I went for a walk around the block with my love during the day, and we talked about it. He likened my feelings to culture shock. Which made sense since I felt like a fish out of water. Don't get me wrong, Noah's family is lovely and care about eachother, but they go about life and family in a different way than I do.
The joys of marriage....
We hauled back after dinner on thursday to get back home for work friday. However, I got called friday morning (5am!!) to see if I wanted to be canceled and ofcourse it was a YES!
Noah was such a trooper and spent {!!8!!} hours shopping with me. We got pretty much all of our christmas presents bought, plus a TV (our first ever!) and an espresso maker - its awesome!!!
check it out, a Nespresso :)



Noah also snuck away to Macy's to buy me an unknown piece of Jewelry, which I am dying to see but don't get to until christmas. boo.
We hit some unbelievable sales, it was so fun. Its the first time ever for me, and for both of us as a married couple, to be able to spend some money on eachother. Thanks to my great job, and hard core budgeting skills we were able to get some treats for ourselves, the house and friends without putting anything on our credit card and we can still save our budgeted amount.
Hubs also got me a new purse and wallet, eeeeee, for my birthday which is in three weeks!
So grateful for a good job and for a husband who loves to spoil me - and budgets so he can!!
I think I'm going to go enjoy a home made vanilla latte now....wish you could come over for one too!

Thursday, November 17, 2011

God gave me you

"God gave me you for the ups and downs, God gave me you for the days of doubt" - have you heard this country song on the radio? I love it. I love it because it reminds me so much of my own love and marriage. Before I got married I adored Noah because he was sweet, caring, thoughtful, strong, committed, didn't believe in divorce and had dreams that coincided with mine. But I didn't really think about the hard times. We didn't really have many during our dating months. We were so in love and everything was wonderful. I was finishing nursing school, he was going to start Grad school and we were going to move away and start our life together on our own. And then reality hit - I had no job, we had no money, we had no furniture and we had no family. What about our goals to pay off our student loans in two years? what about our dreams of intentional community? I fell into clinical depression with homesickness, grief and who knows what else. It was pretty bad and it was a tough first six months. But man, God gave me Noah. He gave me him for those up and down days, and for when I doubted about what we were doing in freezing cold Minnesota and what God was doing with my nursing. He loved me, treasured me and cared for me when I was an emotional black hole. I think this is the real beauty of marriage. When life gets hard, your marriage gets stronger. You fall more in love. You realize how deeply you need this person you vowed your life to. Its not just about the fun of living with someone and falling asleep with someone, its about this stitching that forms between the two of you during moments of sadness, fear, vulnerability, honesty and self sacrifice. Its so, so precious. It is seriously the best decision I have ever made and will ever make (besides having Jesus as my savior!).

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nCf2PoTuh4Q&ob=av3e

Friday, November 11, 2011

Contentment (is mine a Counterfeit?)

Noah and I have had a few discussions lately about how we feel like we aren't spending enough time with the Lord. Our reasons for this are as follows:

1) Our lives have been so busy and stressful with work and school that our brains can't handle anything more than zoning out to a TV show when we get home. Then we go back to study.

2) A lot of our faith comes from doing. We spend time with Jesus personally, in our prayers and talks, but we feel somewhat disconnected from him when we aren't serving. This is harder for Noah since he spends most of his time alone in a lab. I at least get to love on my patients, and minister to them.

I've been thinking about how much time I spend clicking around online too. I click on facebook, pinteest, email and my blog. Such a colossal waste of time. I mean seriously, blogs are great and can reach people but GET OUT THERE AND DO SOMETHING!! I could also be lovin on my husband way more my giving him a back-rub or something than just browsing the internet. I'm pretty ashamed and bummed about it.
I'm not going to touch or open my laptop in the morning until I've spent time in prayer and in my Bible.
I also have to keep in mind than an online community can feel great, but its truly a counterfeit to the real thing. I need to invest in my neighbors, coworkers, church friends and family - not find fellow bloggers to like my page. I need to not fill the holes in my heart with lesser things (like being 'liked' on pinterest) but in Jesus filling those spots. I need truth, which comes from the Holy Spirit.

I need to surrender. I need true contentment. It only comes from my King!!

He answered my prayer - not in the way I sought...

Sometimes life gets me down.
Ridculous I know, I have so many things to be thankful for.
But I forget about being grateful and have moments (ummm, sometimes hours) of I guess in all honesty would be resentment. I get resentful that my hubs has to spend soooo much time in the lab getting his data for his research. I get resentful that we are paying off student loans when others had it all paid for. Sometimes I get resentful that Noah and I are working hard to get degrees that provide us with work to support our dreams of doing missions work, when others don't make sacrifices to build skills that lead to employment and just expect to 'raise' their money for mission trips and ministry. Don't get me wrong, I'm all about giving. I just personally would want people's money actually going to the people I am serving, not to my phone bill, plane flight, food and loan payments. But that's our conviction, and if people take it up with the Lord and they are fine having people pay for those things that is wonderful too. But it is hard for me sometimes. We would love to be heading overseas soon, but we feel strongly about needing to be self-funded. We also feel its where the Lord is leading us, and how he wants to steward our gifts and finances. He has a different plan for everyone, I just have to remind myself of that on the hard days :)

I get resentful that we live in a (TINY) one bedroom apartment, while so many of our friends are starting to buy their own homes. Its especially painful because I LOVE hospitality, and know so many people with big homes who don't even have people over. How I would fill an extra bedroom or two with guests and friends (and lavender sachets on the beds, with welcome baskets....one day!)

I get resentful that other people just have their life all set out. I on the otherhand am constantly trying to decide where God is taking my future - midwifery?medicine? advanced nurse practice?public health? medicine?....then it repeats :) how can I stay home as much as I want? how can I have a profession too? do I want to be in school four more years? do I just want a baby now? will I be ok waiting til I am 28 to have a baby? I really want to be a doctor, can we pull it off? seriously folks, I think about these things at least once a day. on days off, definitely a lot more. I have a 28 page journal document on my laptop that has thoughts on all these issues (that I have been writing for over a year). You have probably figured out by now decisions are hard for me!! whats worse my husband is incredibly supportive and wants me to do whatever my heart desires, oh dear!! Something I am learning is that God's will for us is kinda like a playground. The fence around the playground are his principles - give to and love the widows and orphans, preach the good news, love others, love Me...and if we choose to do that by being on the swings (teacher), slide (doctor), monkeybars (electrician), see-saw (stay at home mom) then we are in his 'will'. For some people there may be a clear calling/direction - but if you think about it only a few people in the Bible were told what to do with their lives - Moses, Paul, Jeremiah (and a few others). I don't think we have to have God audibly tell us what to do with our lives. For me personally, God uses peace to speak to me. I feel very at peace about some decisions, and not others. And I know its the Holy Spirit speaking to me. Jesus is after all the "Prince of Peace."
So right now I am seeking peace about my decision, and I think I am finally able to decide :)

oh and yeah, sometimes I get resentful of not being able to have a baby yet. sigh.

But then when I get all those icky thoughts out, God is quick to set me straight by reminding me that He is always with me. That He has blessed me. He knows my plan and it IS for good. It might not be exactly as I want it to be, which is why I love this quote:

"He answered prayer - not in the way I sought
Nor in the way I thought He ought;
But in His own good way; and I could see
He answered in the fashion best for me."

I have to put all this sillyness behind me, and just catch those thoughts before they affect my emotions. Because I AM blessed. And God's plan for me already has been SO SO good, I just can't wait for what the future holds....

goodbye insecurity & resentment, you have been a bad friend to me!!

Monday, October 31, 2011

lessons learned from a definitely imperfect wife!!

marriage tid bits from a still newly-wed....

- Just suck it up and be the first to say sorry. even if you don't really feel like it was your fault. for some reason the first one to give grace just causes a domino affect and its so much easier to work things through.

- Your spouse is not your enemy, and is not out to get you. Don't forge the value in remembering good will. Your spouse (even if it doesn't feel like it in the moment) LOVES you, treasures you and probably feels really bad for the dumb thing they did or said.

- if you are like me, you struggle with knowing when to be 'constructive' and not to be. Do I tell him he left his clothes on the floor again and it bothered me, or do I pick them up and just let it go? but what if that just enables irresponsibility? haha the thought went through my brain our first month of marriage. The best action - the next time you are having a marriage pow-pow to evaluate how things are going, have a conversation about things that you love and things that you would like your spouse to work on (come on people, we live independently for a long time and our hubbys are very different from us - we need to spell it out for them as they aren't mind readers). I told Noah in one of these pow wows "babe you are so awesome and I love this time of coming together and sharing our space. But I would really appreciate it if you could drop your clothes in the hamper I left beside your side of the bed, instead of the floor. Does that sound ok? I know it probably isn't a big deal to you but it is for me. My home is my sanctuary, and if it feels chaotic then I feel chaotic." Instead of a big angry conversation about the bad habits of your spouse it can be a great opportunity for them to learn the reasons about the request and more about YOU. (if your hubs is like mine he needs to know the WHY do understand the HOW)

- recognize your strengths and weaknesses. Trust the other in them. I am really, really bad with the finances thing. I will totally deprive myself of anything and then not be able to handle it and spend way too much. Then freak out. Plus numbers and my brain just are not friends. But my husband is a physicist. He thinks in numbers. He is great with money. So he is in charge. It was hard for this independent miss to hand this over to my hubby, especially when I know how big finances is. It can make or break a marriage. But it is so comforting to know it is in his hands. I know my budget, and I stick to it. We meet regularly (at least once a month) to talk about how our budget, how things are going and our financial goals. I still feel like I am part of it, but I don't feel the weight.

- make time for eachother. We have been so grateful for distance from family and friends (ok, well I wasn't at first). For the first few years of marriage we just have time for eachother. It has been so good. I would definitely any newly married couple to leave and cleave for a while. Some friends of mine moved to a different country for a year just to do this together. Its so great and causes you to hold to eachother in a way you just can't do if you live in a safe and comfortable community.

more thoughts to come!!

enjoy the ride people, its sweet, hard, painful, beautiful, heart wrenching and incredible. And most of all so, so good!!!

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Sweet moments.



Ya know what? My life is full of sweet little moments. So many sweet moments that I didn't even know I would have when I dreamed of my future as a child. Life isn't too exciting for us right now - at least its not full of the adventures I dreamed I would have in my early twenties when I was 12. Noah and I are in school. I work full time. I graduate in 5 weeks (yay!) and will be busy studying for my medical school entrance exams. We go to church (when I don't work sundays) and we have a few friends. Its definitely not kayaking down the Amazon river, providing health care in the jungle, doing photojournalism and speaking at conferences - like I thought it would. But I know that time will come. We are well on our way as we meet each goal we make. But life definitely isn't boring. Marriage is such an incredible adventure, even better than the amazon! And I'm pretty sure its because of God's greatest gift to me - my husband. We hold tight to eachother in these rather lonely, hard times. On the weekends he drops me off and picks me up at work, just so we can see eachother a little more. I drive down on the weekdays so we can have lunch together at the university. we love to grocery shop together, cook together, fold laundry together. He knows even before I do when I am feeling stressed out. I love these precious, sweet moments. We have been married nearly 18 months and we still could spend every minute together and not get sick of eachother. Cuddling in bed together is just as amazing as it was on our honeymoon! Maybe TMI but I haven't taken a shower by myself since the day I got married (hehe). When we don't get enough cuddles we tell eachother, "we need cuddle time" and we just relax in eachothers arms. It may not be exploring the amazon, but I just love these moments together. And I know in the future we won't have the time we do now to spend with eachother. So I'm grateful for this slow season, even for the lonely season. It would be nice to have more friends, but I know when I look back at this time I will be so thankful for all our time together.
I had better go....my love has baked us cornbread and it smells sooo good, I can't ignore it any longer!
and cuddles await.....

Thursday, October 13, 2011

I am a nurse. Sometimes it sucks. But I love it.



My job can be tough. I think the public knows that about nursing in general. The hours. Being on your feet. Having to work weekends. Having to wake up in ungodly hours of the morning. Being crazy busy for 8 to 12 hours. yeah, yeah, yeah that stuff is hard. But not the hardest. The hardest part is the continual emotional energy you give out. You realize at work that beyond your task of duties {dressing changes, IV fluids, medications, pulling out drains, charting, doctor & family calls, assessments and teaching} you are inherently called to care for your patients. To care for their spiritual and emotional needs. T be available to listen. To be aware of their grief, loss, fear, anxiety and the unknown.

To be honest, many days I feel like I failed my patients. Oh I did all my work. I did all my charting. But was I able to take the time to BE with them? did I spend enough time talking with their family? was I gentle and kind enough? That is the weight of the burden. It is the drain I feel when I come home. My body can handle the physical exhaustion, but my heart can't. I have learned to lower my expectations, and make the most of the moments I can. I don't have just one patient. Most days I have four. Sometimes my day has to be just task oriented, and that's ok. But I have to make time to be there if they really need it. Its why I went into nursing, and its what I would want for my mother, father or husband if they were in the hospital.

So last night I entered my patients room who had cancer, knowing that I had to make the time. She has no immune system (WBC count of 0.4) so I had to wear a gown, gloves and mask when I was in there to protect her from me. I had just spoken to the doctor who shared he was concerned she was going septic (which would be a death sentence for someone with leukopenia) and she was really upset about it. So I went in there and did my nursing thing...assessment, fluids check, IV site check, pain check etc. Then I sat on the edge of her bed, clasped her hand and asked, "I know this must be scary.How are you doing." Then tears just came forth. No words, just tears. I think there was a mutual knowing between us. We knew what was going on. Her body was losing the battle against itself. Those horrible cancer cells were taking over, and at some point she had been exposed to bacteria. Which had gotten into her blood (sepsis). Her blood pressure was continuing to fall, and her temp continuing to rise. So I just sat there. Whispered a prayer and was what we call in nursing a 'therapeutic presence'.

After some time she said she was ok and thanked me for sitting with her. She told me I was kind, and she was grateful. I knew I had to go tend to my other patients so I told her I would be praying and would be back to check on her soon.

But I went and locked myself in the bathroom. And cried.

That's whats hard about being a nurse. You have to make yourself available. You have to go to those deep, down, scary, hard places with people. And its draining. I am thankful for a Jesus who experienced these emotions too. Who can give me His strength and love for His patients, when I can't muster up my own. Who sends me gentle reminders about his beloved children, and how He has placed me in theirs lives for a reason. I can do what I do because I have Him. He is my rock.

I also spent some time evaluating my own life. How badly I want to make a difference and live each day to the fullest. I don't want to put everything off to a more 'convenient' time. Because it may turn out that I might not get that time.

So today I'm grateful for a reminder about living life. I'm grateful for the privileged I am afforded by being invited into painful & private moments. I am grateful for a healthy body. I am grateful for an incredible life I have been given. I am grateful for an incredible profession and skillset. Sometimes it sucks because it is hard and painful. But I love it.

Monday, October 10, 2011

A little bit more of my story...

So I know I stopped blogging there for a while (graduating nursing school, getting married, moving across the country...2010 was a busy year!!), and I realize some of you might feel a little bit out of the loop with everything...where we are headed, whats in our hearts etc. So here I go!...

Unless you were my husband, family or close friend you might not know that I am OBSESSED with babies. and pregnancy. and new mums.
With that being said, I have always loved babies. Not only that, but I have found I am just naturally really good at it. When I was 14 I took the official Red Cross babysitters course, and finally got to get PAID for what I loved doing...looking after the little ones in the neighborhood while their daddy's and mamas went out on long needed date nights.

Then at 15 I read the book "The Hospital By the River" by Dr. Catherine Hamlin, and felt a strong call for medical missions work on my heart. The story about women in Ethiopia who developed obstructed labor, lost their babies and then were left with fistulas broke my heart.

Then in nursing school I helped deliver a baby. And fell in love. Noah always tells people, "when Amy would come home from a clinical in labor and delivery, she glowed. Seriously, she would be glowing". I would help mama after mama through her delivery, then get to go sit in the nursery with all the newborns and rock them. Seriously people - HEAVEN ON EARTH.

But I couldn't shake the sad experiences I had. Women who didn't have any prenatal care and would deliver dead babies. Women who started to hemorrhage and their babies would become hypoxic. In those cases, my nursing skills failed me...and we would hand these scared women over into the skilled and compassionate hands of the obstetricians.

All of these experiences, skills and memories were tucked away in my heart. God just needed to connect them all. And he did....in the car, 13 hours into the drive between Arizona and Texas.
--->
Noah and I were listening to a podcast by Kris Vallotton. We love listening to anything that comes out of Bethel, so we downloaded a bunch onto our ipod.
We started listening to one titled, "Women - God's secret weapon". It rocked my boat man. Then all of a sudden, tears started to pour forth. I felt stronger than almost ever before the presence of the Lord. And I heard him say to me, "This is what I am calling you to. Hurting women. Their children. Their unborn babies. Love them, empower them, encourage them. Care for their babies. care for their health."

So I know that my husband and my children will ALWAYS come first in my life, but I also know that God is calling me to make the time and space in my life for women. and their babies.

I know it will look different in different seasons, but right now I feel strongly that God wants me to do further training. Right now I am praying about what that looks like, but I know I want to be able to deliver babies. I want to host a playgroup in my home for single mums. I want to work in public health policy to advocate for improved maternal and infant health outcomes.

It is daunting, thinking of what lies ahead. But also, so so exciting. I am so blessed to have an INCREDIBLE husband who encourages me on this journey. He is my biggest supporter and fan. He pushes me on, reminding me of the intelligence and ability God has gifted me, and how I need to use it for the glory of God and what God has called me to do.

So folks, I hope you will pray for me. Pray God shows us the next step in the journey.

Also, I'd love to hear about what he is calling you to, and what YOU are passionate about!!!!



mmmm....babies....

Grateful

Life is Beautiful. I was reflecting on this, this morning in my quiet time with Jesus. He has blessed us so much by surrounding us with so much beauty. Beauty in love. Beauty in children. Beauty in the ocean. Beauty in sadness. Beauty in growth. Its interesting how much beauty in life is the result of hard work, of grief and of pain.{delivering a baby - I mean, seriously?!?!}. It comes back to the idea of being refined in the fire I think. How coal brings about diamonds. So in these hard times, how do we remember to focus on the beauty that is being formed?

These thoughts all got me thinking about being Grateful.

A photographer I know (the amazing Hailey Bartholomew) was one of the first creators of the 365 grateful project. Several years ago she had a severe period of depression. She had two beautiful girls, a loving husband and an incredible photography business. But she just couldn't shake the depression. So she decided to take a photo of something she was grateful for, for 365 days. Her project not only lifted her out of depression, but added a richness to her life that she could never have discovered (see it here: http://365grateful.posterous.com/ & here: http://www.youcantbeserious.com.au/blog/ )

One day I would love to do this project, but I think for now I think I will post something I am grateful for whenever I blog. or write in my journal. or say something even in a conversation.

I am grateful for....
- good health
- a loving husband
- a God who treasures and cares for me, and knows what is ahead when I don't
- my passion for babies and mamas (because I know my calling & direction!!)
- caramel soy lattes (because I am sipping one right now!!!)
- friends & family who love me, for me.
- the opportunity to get an education, so I can help others

I am sooooo blessed!!!!

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Week re-cap & raves about my hubs :)

So I feel like I have to rave about Noah by sharing THREE things that my husband has been such a servant by doing:

1) When I came home from New Zealand, he was waiting at the airport with a big bouquet of roses and a packed picnic in the car. BUT he took me to my favorite local & organic sandwich making shop in St. Paul so I could pick out a fresh sandwich for our picnic :) then we went to the beautiful como park & lake, and had our picnic out on the pier. Sigh, it was so romantic and wonderful.

2) This tuesday when I came home from work, he had dinner waiting, the pumpkin spice candles lit and and the house tidied. He came home an hour before me so decided to spoil me! We are pretty egalitarian, so its not normally my 'job' to cook....we always do it together {like everything by the way...shopping, laundry, cooking, cleaning...we just love being together!} but he told me he knew I would be extra tired cuz it was a hard shift so he didn't want me doing anything. awwwww...

3)Noah gave me a beautiful solid sterling bangle this week. Its for our first year anniversary. He had a beautiful {real} pink sapphire placed in the middle to represent our one year. He told me he plans on putting an additional sapphire in each anniversary. Lets just say he blessed my socks off!! (photos below) :) (p.s. he had it done at a christian private jeweler who doesn't pay to advertise, so they keep their costs low...so he got the bangle & sapphire for the manufacturing price and just paid $28 for the work to be done!!! it was a ssaaaweeet deal)


ok then the week recap in photos:)

Monday - Amy had the day off so made an AWESOME lasagna with Italian sausage, beef, marinara, ricotta cheese and fresh mozzarella...mmmm....


The most recent living room update...


Rollerskating {old school style} with Tim & Marla Tuesday night :)



Wednesday was full on for both of us and my poor hubs crashed when he came home (we had baked beans on toast that night because we were sooooo knackered!) :) love that we both have crazy schedules, and understand eachother :)


Thursday: work, cuddling on the couch watching our favorite shows & then my bangle :)





Saturday:

{No photos because we slept in until 1030am and then cuddled in bed until 2:30pm :) then we went and got a sunday and hopped back in bed} :) We work hard then rest hard!

{and we have to catch up on all the cuddling during the week we missed out on}


....tomorrow we head up north to the North Shore for some epic fall camping by Lake Superior (our tenting site is literally on the side of a cliff - oohhhh yeah!)

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Thoughts on parenting -

I have long been fascinated about parenting. How to do it? who to listen to? yes to spanking, no to spanking?In regards to Homeschooling, I feel like I sit on the fence somewhat. I've seen amazing children raised up in this model, and yet many more who have struggled to enter adulthood after. I believe education starts and remains in the home. Home needs to be a sanctuary, a safe haven and committed learning environment. Personally, I believe the role of a parent more than anything else is to teach your children how to be salt and light. God gives us children. They are not ours, they belong to him. Children need to know how to mix in with others, and yet how to stand apart as well. (thanks Paul Windsor for this insight). I believe this would be very hard to do in a home environment, with everyone being 'likeminded'. Homeschooling definitely offers many opportunities for light, but appears to me to often (what do you think?) be devoid of salt. I LOVED this article written by Reb Bradley (a homeschooler) on Josh Harris' blog. Whether you homeschool or not I thought it was an honest and humble narrative of lessons learned in parenting.


Exposing Major Blind Spots of Homeschoolers by Reb Bradley

In the last couple of years, I have heard from multitudes of troubled homeschool parents around the country, a good many of whom were leaders. These parents have graduated their first batch of kids, only to discover that their children didn't turn out the way they thought they would. Many of these children were model homeschoolers while growing up, but sometime after their 18th birthday they began to reveal that they didn't hold to their parents' values.

Some of these young people grew up and left home in defiance of their parents. Others got married against their parents' wishes, and still others got involved with drugs, alcohol, and immorality. I have even heard of several exemplary young men who no longer even believe in God. My own adult children have gone through struggles I never guessed they would face.

Most of these parents remain stunned by their children's choices, because they were fully confident their approach to parenting was going to prevent any such rebellion.

After several years of examining what went wrong in our own home and in the homes of so many conscientious parents, God has opened our eyes to a number of critical blind spots common to homeschoolers and other family-minded people.

1. Having Self-Centered Dreams

The reason that our dreams for our children are so vulnerable to crashing is because they are our dreams, imposed on our own children. As homeschool parents we make great sacrifices and invest a great deal to influence how our children turn out. The problem is that love for children can be lost in love for personal success as a parent. Our concern for ourselves ends up overshadowing our love for our children.

When my oldest son was 18 he developed habits of disrespectful communication and I had to ask him to leave my home for a season. Needless to say, my wife and I were devastated by the discipline we imposed. In the first month he was gone we wept each day for him. We were grieved that he was now unprotected from the junk from which we had worked so hard to shelter him, but more than that, I was heartbroken that my dreams for him and our family would no longer come true. I remember speaking the words to him - "Son, you've ruined my dreams." You see, I had a dream for my family and it involved adult children who lived at home humbly under parental authority, and who would one day leave home to marry, after following my carefully orchestrated courtship process. But now, my son had gone and "messed up" my perfect dream. Nothing is wrong with dreaming of good things for your children, but the truth was, my dream for my son was mostly about me.

In hindsight, what was particularly grievous was that I was more worried about the failure of my dream of "success" than the fact that my son and I had a broken relationship. Although he did come back and was restored to us 4 months later, it still took me years to realize that I had contributed to the damaged relationship.

It is only natural for parents to have high hopes and dreams for their children. However, when we begin to see our children as a reflection or validation of us, we become the center of our dreams, and the children become our source of significance. When that happens in our home it affects the way we relate with our children, and subtly breaks down relationship.

2. Raising Family as an Idol

When we allow the success of our family to determine our security or sense of wellbeing we are seeking from it something God intends us to receive from Him. I am describing idolatry. If homeschoolers are not careful, family can easily become an idol.

At times in their history the Israelites worshipped idols. They didn't always forsake worship of the living God - they merely served other gods with Him. Sometimes they simply made an idol of something good. Jesus rebuked the Pharisees because they elevated issues of holiness higher than the very God who declared them holy (Mat 12:1-8; 23:24). An idol is anything other than God in which we seek security and fulfillment. It may be something biblical or good, but if it has the power to determine our wellbeing, we have elevated it higher than God meant for us. As those who are devoted to our families, and therefore invest a great deal of time, energy, and heart, it is easy to elevate the family too high.

A great problem with idolatry is that idols require sacrifice, and we end up sacrificing relationship with our children for the idol of the family. When we elevate the image of the family, we effectively trade our children's hearts for our reputation.

3. Emphasizing Outward Form

Preoccupation with results often leads to emphasis on outward form. When we are preoccupied with achieving results it is natural to admire the results others seem to have achieved with their children. We like the way the pastor's kids sit reverently in the front pew and take notes of their father's sermon, so we go home and begin to teach our children to sit reverently and to take notes. What we don't know is that the pastor's kids conduct themselves with reverence and attentiveness not because he "cleaned the outside of the cup" and simply drilled them to do so -- he lived a genuine love for Jesus that was contagious, and watched as the fruit was born (Matt 23:26). Parents are destined for disappointment when they admire fruit in others and seek to emulate merely that expression of fruit in their own children. Fruit is born from the inside -- not applied to the outside.

Imagine that the fruit you desired was the edible variety, so you went out into your yard and planted an apple tree. Just suppose that one day, while you were waiting for the apples to begin growing on your tree, you caught a glimpse of a neighbor's apple tree. You noticed in admiration that its branches were laden with big, luscious apples. What would you do? Would you run to the produce market to buy some apples, then go home, and in the dead of night, tie them onto your tree? If you did, the sight of your tree might really impress your neighbors. But that is not what you would do. You would likely go to the neighbor and ask how he cared for and fertilized his tree to produce such fruit. It is the same with our children - luscious fruit will be born from what we put into them - not from what we tie onto them. As a matter of fact, in no time, the fruit that we put onto our children will rot and fall off.

In the homeschool community I have observed that there can be a great emphasis on outward appearance, whether it is dressing for excellence, modesty, grooming, respectful manners, music style, or an attitude of sober reverence in worship. Some even take their children down a country path of humble fashions, raising food, and making bread. Nothing is wrong with any of these things, but we must be careful - we can model for our children outward changes and easily fall into molding their behavior and/or appearance, while missing their hearts. In some circles emphasis on the outward is epidemic.

A friend of mine, a homeschool mom, just passed away of cancer. In the week before she died, I asked her if she had any regrets in her life. She told me she wished she had baked less bread - she said if she had it to do over again she would buy bread and spend more time with her children. She had invested time and energy in pursuing the "path" because she thought it was part of the spiritual homeschool package.

Let us not forget that Jesus came against the Pharisees for their preoccupation with what they felt were legitimate expressions of spirituality. They measured holiness by what was avoided and by what would be seen by others (Mat 6:1-2, 5, 16; 23:5-6, 23-28; John 7:24). The Pharisees were earnest in their religion, but they were preoccupied with outward expressions of holiness rather than hearts of humility and love (Micah 6:8) that would bear genuine fruit. I find it fascinating that in the gospels there is not one mention of Jesus coming against immodesty, even though among his followers were prostitutes and the like. Jesus emphasized cleaning up the inside while the Pharisees were the ones preoccupied with cleaning up the outside. We must ask ourselves: Which are we more like - Jesus or the Pharisees? Even now do we justify ourselves, insisting we emphasize cleaning up both the inside and the outside?

I know that some react strongly to these assertions, so let me emphasize that I do want my wife and daughters to adorn themselves modestly. God did address it once in the New Testament (1Tim 2:9), but we must ask ourselves, is it possible that we have elevated modesty, or other issues of outward form, higher than Jesus did? If he only mentioned modesty once in the epistles and never mentioned it in his earthly ministry, but instead emphasized the importance of a changed heart bearing outward fruit, should we not follow his example and concentrate on reaching our children's hearts? Because He did address it in the first epistle to Timothy, let us teach our children the value of keeping private that which should be, but let us be careful of thinking that just because they look moral on the outside that they have God's values on the inside. Concurrently, let us also be careful of measuring everyone else's enlightenment by what we have decided is modest, spiritual, or holy.

4. Tending to Judge

In setting standards for our family, each of us must work through a process of evaluation and analysis to decide what is safe, wise, or permissible. Once we become convinced of our personal standards, not uncommonly, it follows that we believe they should apply to others as well.

The Pharisees belittled others who didn't hold to their standards. We have gone their way when we judge others. It is easy to miss this area of pride because we may not express our judgments "arrogantly"; we may instead wrap them in compassionate-sounding words. Arrogance wrapped in concerned tones is deceiving.

Pride is so deceptive that we won't know our judgments are even judgments. We will think we are just making observations and feeling pity, when in fact, we are looking down on others from our lofty place of confident enlightenment. It is a high view of ourselves that allows us to condescend to and belittle others in our mind. And if you already knew all this, be careful - pride will even cause us to be amazed that others didn't see what was so obvious to us.

Typically, when we belittle others who don't measure up to our standards, we will also imagine others are judging us. Consequently, we will find ourselves frequently being defensive. We assume that others will think lowly of us for some perceived inadequacy, so we offer unsolicited explanations and clarifications for us or our children. For example, let's say we walked past a TV at Sears and saw something of interest - when we tell others what we saw, we are careful to clarify that we saw it at Sears and weren't watching a TV at home. If we live under fear of judgment, not only will we tend to be on the defensive, but whenever we are in a public setting where our children might be "watched," we will put pressure on them.

When pride is working its work in us, we sincerely believe our personal opinions reflect God's utmost priorities and standards. What we believe to be our "enlightened" perspective becomes a filter by which we gauge others' spirituality, and therefore limits our options for fellowship. We develop a very narrow definition of what we call "likeminded" people, based on the outworkings of our values and opinions. Now we are on a path to exclusivity when we will no longer associate with those who will be with us in eternity. Is it possible we have lost sight of fellowship based on love and devotion to Jesus, and have substituted personal standards and a narrow view of Christian liberty?

There are several serious consequences of raising children in a home marked by pride and judgment. Children may grow up also judging others. Or, they may hide their real values, acting as though they embrace our values, when, in fact, they are simply seeking to avoid discipline and lectures at home. Or, they may see the shallowness of our legalistic faith that consists primarily of "avoid this, wear that, attend this," and not be attracted to it in the least.

5. Depending on Formulas

Homeschool parents often take a formulaic approach to parenting. Committed to achieving results with our children, we look for formulas and principles to ensure our success. Knowing the Bible is full of the wisdom and promises of God, we look to it for its self-working principles and promised methods. Yet, there's a problem with that. We are commanded to trust in God, not in formulas (John 14:1; Ps 37:5; 62:8). There is a monumental difference.

Trust in formulas is really dependence upon ourselves to carry out a procedure correctly. But anyone who really understands the grace of the gospel knows that we cannot take personal credit for any spiritual accomplishments. We are totally God's workmanship (Eph 2:10; Phil 2:13; 1:6) and everything good in our lives is a gift from Him (James 1:17). We can do absolutely nothing by ourselves for which we can take credit (Eph 2:8-9; Gal 6:14; Rom 4:2; 1 Cor 1:28-31; 2 Cor 11:30). Yet many of us lean toward a formulaic mentality, because our fallen natures are drawn toward self-reliance. We want to feel that by our own efforts (works) we have achieved something that will make us acceptable to God - by nature we are legalistic.

God doesn't want us to trust in principles, methods, or formulas, no matter how "biblical" they seem. God wants us to trust in HIM!

6. Over-Dependence on Authority and Control.
Fruitful training of children and roses require a goal, a plan, and diligence in labor. However, the difference is that roses have no mind of their own and only grow as they are allowed. Children are people--self-determining individuals--and they ultimately choose how they will respond to parental influence.

No amount of parental control or restriction will guarantee that a child will turn out exactly as directed. Obviously, our training increases the likelihood our children will cling to the faith when they reach maturity, or turn back to Christ if they do enter a season of rebellion, but our training does not guarantee the desired outcome.

I know that some will struggle with the assertion that parents do not have total control over the outcome of their parenting, because of Proverbs 22:6. And I would have struggled too, ten years ago, but upon examination of the passage in question, I am convinced that it is a verse meant as an admonition of wisdom, not as a promise and guarantee of outcome. Like many of the sayings in Proverbs it is written as a statement of probability and not as a promise.

Solomon set for us a great example of balanced parenting - he admonished his young adult children and gave them commandments, but he knew that for them to honor his commands he needed their hearts. That's why he said, "My son, give me your heart and let your eyes keep to my ways" (Prov 23:26). The apostle Paul knew how much he needed the hearts of those he exhorted, and therefore told them "... although in Christ I could be bold and order you to do what you ought to do, 9 yet I appeal to you on the basis of love..." (Phile 1:8-9).

If we are to have significant influence of our teenage children we must have their hearts. Winning their hearts means gaining the opportunity to influence who they are, not just what they do.

7. Over-Reliance Upon Sheltering

An over-dependence on control in a family is often accompanied by an over-reliance on sheltering of children. It is not uncommon for homeschool parents to feel that since they filter whatever their children see and hear, they will control the results in their lives. That was me for many years. I remember saying to people, "I am controlling the influences in my children's lives, so I am going to control the outcome." I was absolutely certain that my children would be exempted from significant temptation and from developing particular bad habits because I was controlling what touched their lives.

In the last five years I have heard countless reports of highly sheltered homeschool children who grew up and abandoned their parents' values. Some of these children were never allowed out of their parents' sight and were not permitted to be in any kind of group setting, even with other "like-minded" kids, yet they still managed to develop an appetite for the world's pleasures. While I've seen sheltered children grow up and turn away from their parents' standards, conversely, I've known some Christian young people who went to public school, watched TV, attended youth groups, and dated, yet they walk in purity, have respectful, loving relationships with their parents, and now enjoy good marriages. Their parents broke the all the "rules of sheltering," yet these kids grew up close to their families and resilient in their walks with Christ.

Protecting from temptations and corrupting influences is part of raising children. Every parent shelters to one degree or another. All parents shelter - they just draw their lines in different places.Protecting our children is not only a natural response of paternal love, but fulfills the commands of God. The Scriptures are clear that we are to make no provision for our flesh (Rom 13:14) and are to avoid all corrupting influences (2 Cor 6:17-7:1). It warns us that bad company corrupts good morals (1 Cor 15:33) and that those who spend too much time with bad people may learn their ways (Prov 22:24-25) and suffer for it (Prov 13:20). Just as our Father in heaven will not allow us to be tempted beyond what we can bear (1 Cor 10:13), we rightly keep our children out of situations they will lack the moral strength to handle. Young children are weak and we are to protect the weak (1 Thes 5:12).

God understood the vulnerability of human nature when he gave the Israelites instructions before they entered the Promised Land. He told them to chase out the idol-worshipping Pagans in the land, lest His people associate with them and be drawn into idolatry (Ex 23:32-33; Num 33:51-56; Josh 23:7-13). The Israelites disregarded God's protective warning and allowed some Pagans to remain in the land. Subsequently, each successive generation of young people was lost to idolatry. God instructed them to shelter their families, but their neglect of His warnings brought pain to their children and to their grandchildren for many generations.

However, we are imbalanced when sheltering from harm is the predominant expression of our parenting. Sheltering is a critical part of parenting, but if parents keep it their primary focus, the children will grow up ill equipped to handle the temptations in the world.A child isolated from disease may appear to be of the greatest health to his parents, but the health of the human body is only proven by how it withstands an attack. A weak constitution succumbs to every germ and virus - a strong one fights them off. Our spiritual and moral health is developed and proved in the same way.

If we isolate our kids from the world until they are adults they may appear to us to be spiritually minded and strong in character. However, it is how they ultimately engage the world that proves their spiritual resilience. This is because sheltering does not transform the human heart - it merely preserves it, temporarily.

It is true that a boxer trains without an opponent until his coach decides he is ready for an actual fight. And it is true that a farmer might raise plants in a greenhouse until they are mature enough to be transplanted and face the various elements of nature. So also, we keep our children away from bad influences when they are young and need to grow unhindered in character and spiritual wisdom. The problem is that sheltering without significant preparation to engage the world fails to equip them. In fact, it may insure that they will fall in their first solo encounters.

Growing up isolated from temptation can develop a child who appears spiritually strong, but the appearance is not reality. When I was in college I moved to northern California to live for a summer in a Christian commune. I was somewhat isolated from the world and surrounded by an amazing support system of my fellow "Jesus people." I remember feeling so full of faith, so committed to holiness, and so in love with God that summer. However, the "spirituality" I felt and the level of holiness I achieved was not real and could not endure testing. At the end of summer I returned to college in Southern California and discovered that I had not developed true spiritual muscles - when faced with temptation I fell flat on my face every time. The communal environment, isolated from significant temptation, had not prepared me for the battle I would face in the world. Valid spiritual growth required that I face temptation and develop the capacity to resist it, which eventually I did. My isolation from temptation had left me like a boxer who had shadow boxed, trained rigorously, and looked good in his trunks, but had never faced a sparring partner, let alone a true opponent.

I believe that a primary reason we over-rely on sheltering is because it is easy. It requires no planning or expenditure of energy. It takes minimal immediate brainpower. we simply assess that something might be harmful and say to our children, "No." I don't know if I would go so far as to call it lazy parenting, but I will say that investing in our children takes a lot more work and a lot more time.

8. Not Passing On a Pure Faith

We've all heard it said that faith is caught and not taught. The Galatian church polluted their faith by seeking to make themselves acceptable to God with what they did or didn't do" (Gal 3:3). In the same way, we may have started off years ago with a simple, undefiled faith, but the more we got caught up in all the "works" of intense parenting, the more we moved away from a simple faith contagious to our children. It is critical for our sake, let alone for our children, that we enjoy a life-giving faith in Christ with no religious trappings added to it.

As I look back, I see that with my older children I was too concerned with how they were perceived by others. I saw their behavior as a reflection on me, and I wanted to look good. They, therefore, sensed in me a measure of pretentiousness--not the genuineness of faith that would have drawn them to me or to the Jesus I spoke about. My sincere concern for their character was overshadowed by my concern for my reputation. I have discovered that, like me, multitudes of parents want their children's hearts but live a faith that fails to completely attract them.

9. Not Cultivating a Loving Relationship With Our Children

Relationships between parents and teens are weakest in control-oriented homes. Bev and I treated our children as if they were "projects." The more they became projects, the less we had significant relationship. The less we had relationship, the more we lost their hearts. Without their hearts, the less we were able to influence them or their values. We regularly spent hour coaching and admonishing them during the teen years, not realizing that without their hearts, the best we could do was make more rules and devise new consequences. The consequences affected the outside, but not the inside.

Our Story
When my oldest son was almost 16 we let him get his first job washing dishes at a restaurant managed by a Christian friend of ours. As diehard shelterers we wrestled with whether or not our son was ready to enter the world's workforce. We knew we couldn't shelter him forever, and so finally concluded that he should be old enough to send into the world two nights a week. What we didn't realize was that he would be working with drug-using, tattooed, partiers, and our Christian friend was never scheduled to work our son's shift.

Within a month it became apparent that our son's new work associates were having an effect on him. He came home one evening and asked, "Dad, can I dye my hair blue?" After my wife was finally able to peal me off the ceiling, I laid into him, reminding him whose son he was, and that I would not have people at church telling their children not to be like the pastor's son. I explained that just because he wanted to use washable dye, it didn't make me any happier. (Note that my intense reaction had to do with "outward appearances" and the impact on me.)

Of course, my wife and I immediately began to evaluate whether we had made a mistake by letting him take the job. After an intense discussion we decided to coach him more carefully and let him keep his job.

Two months later he came home from work and asked me if he could pierce his ear. Again, my wife had to peal me off the ceiling. He thought it might be okay since he wanted a cross earring -- like I was supposed to be happy, because it would be a "sanctified" piercing. If that wasn't enough, he also wanted to get a tattoo! But it was going to be okay, because it would be a Christian tattoo!

As I was looking back on this experience several years later, something my son said shortly after he started his job kept coming back to me. When I picked him up the second night of work, he got in the car with a big smile on his face and said "They like me!" As I dwelt on that comment, it suddenly came clear to me - my son had finally met someone who liked him for who he was. Few others in his entire life had shown him much acceptance, especially not his mother and I. It is no exaggeration - in our efforts to shape and improve him, all we did was find fault with everything he did. We loved him dearly, but he constantly heard from us that what he did (who he was) wasn't good enough. He craved our approval, but we couldn't be pleased. Years later, I realized he had given up trying to please us when he was 14, and from then on he was just patronizing us.

The reason our son wanted to adorn himself like his work associates, was because they accepted him for who he was. He wanted to fit in with those who made him feel significant. He wanted to be like those who gave him a sense of identity. The problem wasn't one that could be solved by extended sheltering - he could have been sheltered until he was 30 and he still would have been vulnerable. The problem was that we had sent our son into the world insecure in who he was. He went into the world with a hole in his heart that God had wanted to fill through his parents.

Whether believer or unbeliever, those young people who are least tempted to follow the crowd are those who are secure in themselves and don't need the approval of others. The Bible calls insecurity the fear of man - it is allowing other's opinions of us to affect our values and choices.

The Solution

In the Bible we see that people obeyed God for two reasons - fear and love. King David sang of his love for God (Ps 18:1; 116:1; 119:159) and he also sang of the fear of God (Ps 2:11; 22:25; 33:8). God wants His followers to be drawn to Him out of love (Jer 31:3), and that's why it is His kindness that leads us to repentance (Rom 2:4). But He also wants us to be kept on the path by fear of His authority (Luke 12:5; 1 Pet 2:17). That's why He told the Israelites He wanted both their fear and their love; "And now, O Israel, what does the LORD your God ask of you but to fear the LORD your God, to walk in all his ways, to love him, to serve the LORD your God with all your heart and with all your soul" (Deut 10:12). With our children, it should be the same.

Those who have the most power to influence our hearts are those to whom we are drawn: those who succeed with our values (which is what a hero is), those who can benefit us, those who make us feel valuable, and those who have earned our respect.

If our children grow up motivated only by fear of consequence, they will eventually get away with what they can whenever we are not around (Eph 6:6). If we have their hearts they will seek to honor us whether we are present or not, and their hearts will remain open to our influence.

I refer you to the apostle Paul who modeled this approach to leadership perfectly, "Therefore, although in Christ I could be bold and order you to do what you ought to do, yet I appeal to you on the basis of love..." (Phile 1:8-9a). Paul's pattern with the churches suggests he understood that appeals to love were more powerful than commands and threats.

Conclusion

I am convinced that the most contagious parenting is living a heartfelt faith before your children. Fruitful interaction is not about what you do to your young people, but who you are with them. It's about having a real faith in God, and expressing it in a real relationship with a real person--not about methods and self-working principles. God intends that the side-effect of loving Jesus and enjoying the grace of the gospel will be that all people--including our children--will be touched by the Savior in us. I pray in Jesus' name that as you read these words you will experience the grace of God in a fresh and new way.

Reb Bradley is a writer and national conference speaker. Read the complete article from which this excerpt was taken here. Visit www.familyministries.com to order Reb's CD set Influencing Children's Hearts.