Morning Headaches

Throbbing, hot pain greeted me this morning instead of a relaxed body and a refreshed mind. Starting a day with a headache seems like thievery. I have been robbed of a new beginning. Yesterday still clings to me and clouds my vision. Or maybe my glasses just need cleaning. Regardless the light of day will soon creep into the darkness of night. No piercing through today as the clouds weigh heavy upon us. The sharp worm of pain that invades my thoughts must be ignored. Though tempted to lay and recover my rest, life demands and I must show up.


Immersed in the Mystery,
Cynthia

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First impressions at Cub Scouts

Four groups of energetic boys gather around while men play at making fire. The magic of fire is that it can be started from basic things but a strike of a match and it would be done. The anticipation turns into impatience as little boys stand by and watch men fail. Finally success! But whose success is it? What part did the boys play? They are mere spectators in the bleachers cheering the team as if they had accomplished something when in fact it is an empty victory. No participation, no input, just sitting and letting the big boys play.


Immersed in the Mystery,
Cynthia

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Grow up and be at peace

Psa 131:2 Surely I have calmed and quieted my soul; like a weaned child with his mother, like a weaned child is my soul within me [ceased from fretting].


Crying, whining, fretting and demanding to be relieved of my discomfort? Yes, even I have described myself as a immature infant as of late. Do I want to continue to be a mere babe? Or do I want to grow up?! Part of growing up is learning to wait, to be patient, to develop self control. Could it be possible that even after so many years I am still as a little one in my faith, in my trust, in my contentment? Settle my soul Lord! I want to mature from the inside out and be at peace in you.


Immersed in the Mystery,
Cynthia

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Continually Dying!

1Co 10:24 Let no one then seek his own good and advantage and profit, but [rather] each one of the other [let him seek the welfare of his neighbor].


Seek not what is good for me, what works for me, but what works for others. It is n ot about me. Why do I think it is about me? God’s word is so plain that my mind has to be turned from myself to HIM and He will turn me toward others. Die, Die, DIE SELF! I don’t want there to be anything left of me alive! I want only Christ to live in me. My spirit is so strong that it cannot co-exist. It must die so Christ can live within me and strengthen me to focus on others.


Immersed in the Mystery,
Cynthia

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To my death

I believed, even when I said, “I have been brought very low.”* In my distress I said, “No one can be trusted.” How shall I repay the LORD* for all the good things he has done for me? I will lift up the cup of salvation* and call upon the Name of the LORD. I will fulfill my vows to the LORD* in the presence of all his people. Precious in the sight of the LORD* is the death of his servants. O LORD, I am your servant;* I am your servant and the child of your handmaid; you have freed me from my bonds. I will offer you the sacrifice of thanksgiving* and call upon the Name of the LORD. I will fulfill my vows to the LORD* in the presence of all his people, In the courts of the LORD’s house,* in the midst of you, O Jerusalem. Hallelujah! Psalm 116:9-17

Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his servants. From my quick perusal of commentaries in e-sword, this verse is speaking quite literally. Today I ponder, though, my own death. Will God delight in my physical death when my life on earth is over? Will I have served Him and brought glory and honor to His name? Will I leave behind a legacy of belief in the one and only God? What about the first time I believed? Did He delight in the fearful trembling words of a seven year old little girl who feared the consequences of not believing? That was my death and His living, wasn’t it?

What about today? How will I live my life today that will bring God delight in my death? Will I die today? Will I give up my rights? Will I give up my life for someone else and will I do it with love and joy in my heart?

Strengthen me Lord! I want my death to be precious in your sight! When I am gone, done, empty that is when there is nothing left but YOU! That is my heart’s desire. I do not want to step into the day full of myself but full of you Lord. Lead me, guide me and direct me to death today Lord. I pray that I will be your faithful servant today and always.


Immersed in the Mystery,
Cynthia

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To be Unschooled or Not to be Unschooled

It is almost 2:00 in the morning and what am I doing? No one will believe me . . . I am downloading samples of Tapestry of Grace! What am I thinking?!?!

I don’t really know what I am thinking. I am trying to figure out what I am supposed to be doing. What we are supposed to be doing. I am feeling discontent and unsatisfied with my children’s education. Tiny worries are burrowing through my brain. “What if’s” abound. I wonder if I am doing them a disservice by unschooling them. I question if I am preparing them well enough for life. I run from the internal accusations that we have not done enough, that it has been a failed experiment, that unschooling doesn’t work after all.

Today, I sat and filled out a form for each of my jr. high and highschool students for their Youth Minster. Two questions.

• What is your greatest desire for your child?
• Is there anything you would like me to know about your child?

I had to keep from writing a five page essay for each one. My greatest desires for them don’t include jobs, careers, fortune, fame, homes or families. My greatest desires include knowing God intimately, growing in His wisdom, knowing His unique plan and purpose for their lives, developing a heart of worship and life of servanthood. I can go on and on about the wonderful attributes of my children. They are kind, generous, compassionate, dedicated, sensitive, strong, gentle.

So, what is the problem? Fear, I guess. Fear of their future. Again, the “what if’s” are dominating my thought process. It is as if encouragement that I have been giving others for years means nothing to me now. I am ready to recant. I am ready to bolt to the other side and immerse ourselves in classical literature based studies.

Earlier today, I was confident that God was calling me off the unschooling journey and leading down another path and then tonight I am not so sure. Maybe part is that if we are not going to unschool, if we are going to have structured subject learning . . . I want a plan! I don’t want to work it out myself; I just want to do what someone else has prepared. But that’s still not God’s plan. I have to follow Him. Hmmm, now maybe I am getting to the crux of this issue.

As in SO many areas of my life, I want the plan, the formula, the recipe. That’s just not God’s style. He has a plan but it looks nothing like what I want it to look like. He is a God of order but what I perceive as order may not be the order He has in mind.

Why oh why can’t I just learn to trust Him? Isn’t that what I want my children to do . . .isn’t trusting God the core of all my desires for them? Could it be that I am making this far more complicated than it needs to be? Probably. I confused myself with more and more knowledge.
I read about this method and that method and some of one sounds good and parts of others sound not-so-good and constantly, I am just wanting to collect more information. Instead of just DOING something! Oh, and I love to plan. I will plan and schedule and write it all out. Spend hours and hours planning. Then do nothing.

Oooh, yuck, nasty confessions I am making tonight. Will you still respect me in the morning?

So, maybe I already have all I need to get started and maybe I can just trust God to add unto us what we will need as we go along. Yeah, I am thinking that is probably the case. So, maybe, now I can just go to bed and get some sleep.

Good night, Ya’ll!


Immersed in the Mystery,
Cynthia

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Coping with Stress

I feel about to burst
Burst open
And spew until I am purged
Purged empty
Anger, fear, despair overtake
Overtake myself
If tears would just start
Start flowing
Then I would be released
Released temporarily
But now I am pressed
Pressed inward
Breathing is labored
Labored gasps
No answers relieve
Relieve questions


Immersed in the Mystery,
Cynthia