And from that, I decided that we'd spend a large part of our educational day learning how to be intimate with Jesus.
how to be attentive to him. pour out our heart to him in worship. be creative in worship. give our personal giftings back to God in the day-to-day. honor him in our relationship with others.
And even though it's only Day 2, I can tell that God is honoring my heart as a mother and causing that hour to be a holy time of impartation.
YESTERDAY:
As we worshipped to a Darrel Evans CD, I felt a prophetic word for each of them well up inside my heart. I was so overwhelmed with the weight of it, that I cried as I shared this heavenly insight with them.
Selah has been given the gift of dance... I don't remember the details of what was said. Hers was short and sweet.
Charis has been given the gift of songwriting. She will hear into heaven...hear the angels singing new songs, receiving worship songs that thousands will sing.
Even now as I see those things in print, I think "man, how brazen". But isn't that what God is? He boldly speaks excellence into our potential, birthing his plan through the spoken word.
And the fact that he laid this heavily on my heart on our First Day of School, in the First Hour, means so much to me. Gives me hope when I feel overwhelmed with the decision to home school with a baby due next month.
Of course, the "warm fuzzy" feelings didn't last the entire time. The instruments became a focal point for an argument. "That's mine! I had it first!" blah blah blah
But thankfully, before I joined in the ranks of yelling, God imparted to me wisdom that I got to share with my girlies...
"Worship isn't what we do (the cool sounds of instruments) but rather our heart focus."
And as little girl tears flowed, we got to talk about the heart of True Worship.
TODAY:
We were all worshipping, each in our own way. Dancing. Playing instruments. Singing. Twirling and laughing. When another fight broke out. You know, like they do when you are praising the God of Glory. *grin*
My immediate reaction was "You've got to be kidding me. Not happening in my house! You are so going to learn how to worship if it kills me." ...or something to that reverent extent, I'm sure. ;)
But just like yesterday, the Holy Spirit allowed me to not react, but to use it as a teaching moment. We talked about how things were not as important as people. That it was the relationships in our lives that we'd get to keep forever. Not the stuff. Not the money.
I shared how there were actually people who gave up their relationships with family members over "stuff". And they froze. "There are?!" Yes, there are people who refuse to even talk to their family members because of a fight over money or material possessions. Based on their sobering reactions, I knew that statement had hit home. *thank you, Jesus*
For me the conversation was pivotal. An eye opener as a mom to see how God plans to sovereignly use this short season of home schooling. giving me ample opportunity to deeply invest Godly Wisdom into them at a young age.
I absolutely love that they are getting to learn the importance of people over money at this age. Because even my husband and I have seen where grown adults have chosen greed and lust of money over family relationships. It's never pretty. But it's a heart reality/temptation that we all must choose to put off at some point in our life. The question of "Will I treat my stuff better than I treat this person?"
Even as a parent. I find myself getting frustrated if my girls stain the couch or rug or a brand new piece of clothing. But I always have to remind myself (and them): "I love you more than I love this couch."
And though it sounds like a duh statement, it's really not. Not if I were to allow my anger over the stain to cause me to lash out and bruise them emotionally.
So we talked about that as well. How it is a hard thing, even as an adult, to treat people with love if they were to take our favorite toy and intentionally break it. I confessed that I didn't know that I'd be able to respond in kindness in that situation.
And in that moment, all three of us (Raegan was still twirling at that point, I think) sat down in a circle, held hands and prayed. Asking God to forgive us for the times that we haven't responded in love. to help us to choose people/relationships over stuff.
It was truly, truly a sweet time. One that I know they'll remember years from now. even when the specific Language Arts lesson that we're getting ready to study will be forgotten.
Because these are the lessons that go deep. The God led ones. The Spirit inspired moments. The times that truly mold the way that they think. and the person that they ultimately become.
