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Almsgiving: Sharing, Chores, and Blessings

I married when I was eighteen, and four days later my husband and I hopped on a plane headed for Honduras, Central America, to work as missionaries on the small island of Roatan.  My parents and two brothers were not far behind us, all of us together, stepping out in faith to serve God and others the best way we knew how.  In the days leading up to the missionary journey my mom and dad planned a beautiful wedding for my husband and me, and they also systematically sold or gave away EVERYTHING they owned.  I was still living at home, and I saw my room empty, a little at a time, one trinket and garment at a time. Cars, furniture, dishes, appliances, tools, all of it…gone.  When everything was done my family was driven to the airport by a close family member with everything we owned packed in six suitcases.  I stored my wedding gifts, but everything else was gone.  Slade and I had two packed suitcases to our name.

I cannot exactly describe the impact that this emptying had on me.  When I read the stories of the saints who gave away all they owned I can sort of relate.  Of course, my journey did not continue in this way, but I do know what it feels like to own practically nothing.  I also know what it feels like to give away a life, to leave a certain kind of life for one that is completely different all because you want to serve God or someone else.  It’s not as romantic as you may think.

I remember those early years of marriage, and sometimes now when I set in my beautiful home filled with pretty things I cry.  I cry because I know the joy of giving far outweighs receiving, and I wonder if my knowing makes me more responsible.  What I have seen with my eyes, people who are joyful in severe poverty, people who love God, living in a cardboard shack on the edge of the dump, uneducated people who love their children and keep dirt floors impeccably clean and worship even though they cannot read and wash there clothes by the sea and share even though they have nothing and struggle with preventable illnesses and walk to church and try to give strangers the pictures off their walls just because they mentioned it was pretty.  See, my crying is not because these people I saw were suffering, it is because they were joyful.

In America our excess makes us sad.  However, the Church provides for the spiritual bliss of both the rich and poor.  Almsgiving connects these two peoples in a very genuine and real way.  One gives and the other receives only to discover that the giver receives and the receiver gives.

So, how do we open this world up to our children?  I have narrowed down three areas that I think make it introduce and train children to be almsgivers. Please remember that we are all sinners, and the things I share are the deep beliefs and convictions of my heart.  That does not mean that we live this out perfectly, it only means we are trying and failing and trying again…over and over and over.

Three ways I teach heartfelt almsgiving to my children:

  • Radical Sharing
  • Daily Chores
  • Counting Our Blessings

Radical Sharing
From the start a child enters the world as a part of a whole.  He is a part of a family, a part of a community, a part of the world.  Children are not autonomous, they do not have the ability to act freely or care for themselves.  They arrive with needs, and they must be cared for.  A child literally could not survive without the giving of others, they are dependent.  In this way a child is always in a humble position, and it is in this way that I think children should remain in their place.  It is the same position we are all in with God.  We are completely dependent on his care and therefore we should approach God in humility and repentance, this is the Orthodox way.  Children are not to be disrespected, neglected, or treated unkindly.  Exactly the opposite; they should always be loved and love sacrificially.  However, in the secular world the example of Christ and His love for us is not the model.  What we have today is child worship, along with a strangely mixed cocktail of neglect, abuse, overindulgence, and hate.  Yes, I said it…hate.  This world is becoming less and less friendly toward children, all the while claiming to put children first.  Its a weird dichotomy that I have not figured out.  But, enough of my soap boxing.  Back to sharing.

It is with this belief that I approach sharing.  If something belongs to my children it is because my husband and I gave it to them, or some other person gave it to them.  For example, why is it wrong for children to share bedrooms and toys, as if this giving will harm the child’s identity or self-awareness or boundaries.  This kind of thinking is not Christian.   The bedroom and toy do not belong to the child, they do not own the bedroom or toy.  These things are blessings, gifts, luxuries that took the sacrifice of another to provide.  To share them is the very heart of almsgiving.  If a person realizes that ALL he/she has belongs to God, the act of almsgiving becomes and remains joyful.  However, if the mantra is, “Mine, Mine, Mine” the joy of giving is clouded and diminished.

Through sharing children learn to let go of their iron fist grip on “stuff.”  It is difficult to teach a child to share, and even more so as they grow older, especially if as a youngster they were spoiled and overindulged.  Sharing is the first step to learning how to give.  What can children share?  Everything.  Toys, space, bedrooms, clothes, food, pets, attention, and much more.  Older children can share as well.  Their privacy needs increase, and I always keep that in mind.  However, the teen years can become a nightmare if the the young adult is not required to share.  Parents must discern and let the teen grow, but we do not have to accommodate selfishness and pride.

To teach a child that he/she is a part of a whole, a part of a family, and that the very nature of family demands sharing is crucial to the child’s ability to learn and grow in almsgiving.  Over time I believe that the joy of sharing can and will be discovered.  Sharing proclaims to the world that all we have belongs to God, therefore all we have can be shared.

Daily Chores
Work is a true act of giving, especially if it is done for the sake of the whole.  When children are brought up to share their stuff, it is easier for them to share the load.  Think about it.  We adults have to share in the work load of this world.  There are many things that must be done, and we all have to do our part.  And sometimes we have to do for others because they are unable to do for themselves.

The home is a great place to learn this.  When children are given a share in the work load they become aware of the needs of the whole.  I especially see this when chores outside of cleaning their own room, or making their own bed, or things that solely pertain to them are given.  When the chores began to include folding laundry that doesn’t belong to them, or washing dishes that they did not use, or dressing a younger sibling, or cleaning a bathroom that everyone uses my children began to mature and become more giving.

Right now I am completely dependent on my husband and children to care for me and this house, and honestly we have not had alot of drama over this.  Sure there have been days when everyone feels stretched to the limit and attitudes reflect that.  But, all in all I am amazed at the level of skill and diligence that my girls have demonstrated.  They are also compassionate and loving when I know they are tired and stretched.  Not always, but most of the time.  The house has kept running, we are a team, we are all part of a whole.  When someone on that team is unable to do for themselves it is up to the others on that team to carry the burden.  To me this is family.  To me this is almsgiving.

Soup kitchens and shelters and mission trips and volunteering are chore oriented, but they have glory attached to them.  This kind of almsgiving is definitely crucial and meaningful, but small things are where we learn to do things in secret.  Like changing your little sister’s dirty diaper and cooing with her while you do it.  Nobody is watching, only God sees, and this is true almsgiving.  When a child’s heart is broken in the right way his/her service at the soup kitchen or shelter is genuine.  It is based on previous training that has shaped a worldview of service, sharing, and burden baring.  I saw this over and over again in the years my husband and I were youth pastors.  The children who were trained at home were the ones who cried their eyes out on mission trips when confronted with poverty and disease.  They saw things differently, and they worked the hardest.  I try to train my children to bare a portion of the family burden, to see their value in their service to others.  In this way work and chores can be joyful.

Count Our Blessings
Is it really a blessing to be a part of a family that practices radical sharing and daily chores?  Well, I think so, but sometimes my kiddos don’t see the benefit.  That’s ok…they are children.  However, I sense a sort of contentedness in my children that many kids lack.  They are not little saints, always happy to work or share, but down deep I can see true happiness.  I see a kind of self esteem that is genuine and peaceful.  I really think, without them knowing it, my children have learned true happiness through sharing and work.  They know that they are valuable, not as objects of worship, but as individuals with certain God-given talents and abilities that contribute to the health and happiness of the whole.

Serving others is the key in helping children feel connected and not alone, it makes them feel that they are needed and matter to others.  My kids matter to me outside of what they do for me, but I know the look in their eyes when they serve me a glass of ice water when they know I cannot make it myself.  I know how they bounce around when they have completed their chores and everything feels orderly and peaceful and good.  I have seen them take a younger sibling in their arms to comfort and console, and when the younger snuggles up and settles down the older feels loved and valued and cherished.  This is the joy that a giver receives.  This is the love that the receiver receives.  It is the foundation of all relationship and fellowship.  It is communion lived out.

Almsgiving is the recognition of true blessings and sharing those blessings with another person.  All the sacrifice and work and sharing become the joy of the giver’s heart.  I would like to end this VERY long post with something I wrote on another post:

Almsgiving is not exclusively about money…in its deepest since it is about mercy, a kind of pity that breaks the heart of the giver. It just so happens that money is a readily available resource. But one is reminded of the apostle’s words, “Silver and gold have I none, but such as I have give I thee.” Even those who have no currency are still expected to give what we have been given and give with a broken heart full of mercy and joy, and that is not a religious mandate or a sterile practice. It is life giving.

If the foundation is laid, giving money will be as natural as cleaning a toilet or feeding a pet.  It all belongs to God, everything.  Our time, our talent, and our treasure.  And this is what I call Home Schooling.  It all begins at home.

Make chore lists that reflect the needs of your family.  Better yet, just ask children to contribute on an as needs basis, make them aware of the present moment and the needs that arise in that moment.  Ask children to stretch themselves, and to practice radical sharing.  Help them see the blessing of living in an Orthodox family where the disciplines of Prayer, Fasting , and Almsgiving are practiced and lived.  If we as parents pray with our kids, work with our kids, and give with our kids, then we are striving for The Kingdom of God, we are getting closer to God.  This is how we let our light shine.  It is also why I homeschool, the REAL reason I homeschool. 
An interesting article about children and overindulgence.

 

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Fasting: What’s for Dinner Mom?

My kids ask what’s for dinner at the breakfast table.  They also wake up hungry and have very strong opinions about what they will and will not eat in the mornings.  Before I addressed this problem when my two oldest were younger, I felt like a short order cook.  I quickly began to realize that this demand, the demand of their little stomachs, was not a healthy thing.  So, I set about to get at the heart of the matter- I had breakfast ready, or almost ready before they woke up.  When they came into the kitchen in the morning there was only one option.  Also, if I did not get breakfast cooked in time I would give the girls two choices and that was it- take it or leave it.

When my husband was a child he was allowed to eat whenever, wherever, however, and as much as he desired.  His family hardly ever sat at the table, and he ate alone in front of his TV in his room.  He was not trained, or should I say his stomach was not trained.  As a result he is now an adult struggling with gluttony, he is a slave to cravings and addictions in this area.  He hates this, and is struggling to mature in this area by overcoming his passions.  In a real way, I think he understands true fasting, not because he is so great at it, but because he fails at it and keeps trying.

In my family, food was treated more organically.  I was raised on a farm, and my mother cooked nutritious meals.  We also sat at the table 99% of the time.  We did not have the money to eat out, so when we did it was a treat.  Most of our food came from a garden, and I developed a taste for fresh vegetables and farm raised meat.  I was not allowed to snack whenever I wanted, and sugar was a rare treat.  My mom loved to bake, and so I did not have all the packaged and processed sweet treats that my husband did.  Food was always about fellowship.  Our southern ways can sometimes backfire in that we think food defines an occasion.  This is definitely the case with me.  I have an expectation with food that desires a certain feeling.  Needless to say, I also struggle with keeping food in its rightful place.

When we became Orthodox I realized that I did indeed have passions and cravings, and so when the struggle began to follow the church’s fasting rule it was difficult. It is still difficult for me.  In my struggle I have tried to bring my children along with me.  I talk to them, we plan meals, and we share our struggles with one another.  Fasting has changed the way we eat, therefore it has changed the way we live.  In that sense, fasting is one of the most important parts of our homeschool life.  And fasting is not just about the days on the calendar when we are restricted from eating certain foods.  It is about the totality of our relationship with food.

I do not know all the aspects or spiritual benefits of fasting.  I have read alot about it, and I know our Lord fasted.  I also know that the Church has maintained the discipline for a reason. These facts are enough for me to trust the Church and make fasting a priority.  My goals for fasting change every year.  Some years we have fasted better than others, mostly due to pregnancy and breast feeding.  Since I am the main cook, it is hard for the rest of the family to fast during these times.

Here are just a few things I have learned about fasting with children.  These are great for adults too (I try to follow these things too, and I struggle):

  • Teach children to pray and thank God for their food.  This is number one in my book.
  • Do not allow a child to dictate what he/she will and will not eat.  This requires diligence and patience.  I see children who will not eat much of  anything, they are so picky.  This is something I feel strongly about, and I believe is the heart of training children to fast.
  • Train children to say please and thank you for food that is prepared for them or given to them.
  • Eat at the table as much as possible… together as a family.
  • Limit appetite triggering foods: sugar and junk food mainly. (This is a hard one.)
  • Set limits on how much or how little a child is allowed to eat.  This rule is very relational in our home.  A teenager eats more than a toddler.  A toddler is not always hungry.  There are different circumstances.
  • Teach children where their food comes from and how to cook themselves.
  • If a child refuses to eat a certain food, keep offering it for at least a year.  If a child refuses to eat all together, set their plate on the counter.  When they return and claim to be starving, offer them their plate.
  • Teach them to limit the amount of food that they put on their plates at coffee hour, buffets, and pot luck dinners.  Also, it does not hurt older children to get at the back of the line and learn to be content with what is left.
  • Let children eat when they are hungry, but watch out for boredom or emotional eating.
  • Keep celebrations and relate pleasure food with feasting times.  If we never fast, how can we feast?

My goals for this year in the area of fasting are:

  • Say a prayer of thanks over every piece of food that enters our mouths (this may be done silently at times).  Even at snack times.
  • Work together in the kitchen to prepare fasting meals that are nutritious.  Let the kids take on some of the fasting meal planning.
  • Stop eating right before we get full.  This will take alot of practice..over and over and over.

    Homeschooling families eat most of their meals together.  This is a real opportunity of grace.  I could write about the nature of fasting from my point of view, or how I believe deep in my heart, but I just do not feel qualified or ready for that.  But, I can say that training the stomach is a highly spiritual and physical struggle, and that is why it is a pillar of our daily homeschool life.  How do you teach your children to fast?  Do you have recipes you can share or ideas to make fasting meaningful?
    Let us encourage one another, and Happy Homeschooling! 

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Liturgcal Life: July

JULY 2013
July has been an eventful month.  There is been rain for the drought here in Texas, a short period of record breaking low temperatures, and now heat that can fry an egg on a sidewalk.  My family continues to care for me with such care and patience, and I am grateful to the bottom of my heart.  I have learned a few things about myself during this time that I hope I keep with me always.  Will I ever be the same again?  I pray not.  I do not have to do it all.  This season of lack in my spiritual and liturgical life has made me see myself in a deep way, and how much love and compassion God has for those who are weak.  Bottom line, I look at things wrong.  He truly is strong when we are weak.  My kids pray, attend services, and do special projects.  However, the reading list is mine.

What I am reading:
Mystical Theology of the Eastern Church
The Gnostic Gospels
The Waning on the Middle Ages

Special Prayers:

  • All prayers said at our altar are special at this point because we have slacked off due to the morning and evening routine being so different and difficult.  Our efforts are a team effort in this area.  I cannot even stand, so someone pulls a chair up for me.  Elinor is off schedule, so she usually lays in the floor and whines until I make her sit in my lap and just be quiet.
  • We are all saying special prayers for the birth of Samuel and for his health.  We pray for me, and for Good Strength to get through this very difficult physical struggle.
  • We also prayed for the upcoming marriage of my oldest brother, and we continue to pray for the birth of my niece Emmelia who belongs to my youngest brother and his sweet wife. 
  • We continue to pray for my great aunt Marga who went to her rest this month.  May her memory be eternal.

Special Services:

  • The Betrothal & Crowning of my brother Joshua to Allison my precious new sister.  The wedding was beautiful.
  • Service at St. Arsenius Hermitage.
  • Service of Holy Unction for me and baby Samuel.

Special Projects:

  • Preparing the house for a new baby.  My husband has taken over the nesting duties, and I love watching him fold tiny sleepers and onsies.  He has done everything with the help of the girls.  I am a blessed Mama.

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The Church Calendar: This is not a history lesson.

You may be asking, “What in the world does she mean?  Aren’t the events on the Church calendar historical?”  Well, yes and no.  While all of the saints and events on the Church calendar are historical, in the sense that they did actually exist and historical events did take place, are they not also a part of our present and our future?  In a real way all of the feasts and days of commemoration are present and real.

I accepted this wholeheartedly when it came to Christ, He is eternal and the I Am.  The Trinity has no beginning or ending.  However, when it came to accepting the living presence of the saints that was another story.  We converts have a rough go of it. (I was raised Protestant, and later converted to Catholicism, only to find my home in the Orthodox Church).   And this is where I began to see the wonderful nurturing and loving aspect of the Church.  It’s as if we’ve been invited to a great feast.  In fact, the Church uses the word feast. Everyone who enters the Church is in essence entering the Great Paschal Feast, the resurrection and life of Christ.  All the saints who have gone before us reveal Christ.  And we homeschooling mothers get to open up this wonderful life of the Church, which is the life of Christ to our children.  How awesome is that?

However, this realization is not as easily walked out, and I continue to grow in this area.  Making the decision to center our homeschool plan around the Church calendar is one that I have struggled with.  Here’s why.  I may have to adjust our academic load. I have found that if we attend services,  participate in the readings, hymns, and commemorations,  and read books that correspond with a certain feast or saint we have to let go of some of my academic ideals.  We cannot do it all, and that is just the truth of it.

In the process of renewing my mind in this area, I have discovered that the pride of life is a major weakness and area of sin in me.  I am not saying that everyone who follows a strict academic rule is prideful.  Absolutely not.  This is just something I struggle with.  It is simply my desire for my children to succeed, perform, stand out, be smart, get into a great college, win spelling bees, and be affluent that drives me.  I envision that success in this world is what will make them happy (or better, what will make me happy), and so I fashion my goals, training , and curriculum with a secular mindset.  What is worse is I fear that if I fail my children in this area they will not succeed in life.  This kind of thought life, even heart life, is very toxic for a homeschool mother.  My perfectionism is the very root of my guilt when it comes to the training and raising of my children.

But, this is not my only option, I do not have to be a slave to this worldly system of fear.  There stands the Church, the Noah’s Ark of time, the timeless feast of Christ Himself; humbly and gently calling me to enter the feast.  And my eyes fill with tears.  Not because I am sad, but because I am safe.  The Church is the one place I can trust when it comes to nurturing and growing my children.  Even more so than my own arms.  In Christ, my children will become more than I could ever produce, even with the best academic education money can buy. In the Church they can become saints!

This is what I believe about the Church calendar, this is the potential.  What is available to us cannot be valued in any terms that I can describe.  And this is what I tell myself at homeschool book fairs, or when I see another homeschool mom who is organized, focused, and diligent with subjects that I simply do not have time for, or when I cannot check any boxes or record any progress, or when someone asks my seven year old who the president is and she has no clue, or when I feel alone, or when I feel like giving up.

My favorite book that helps me refocus and go deep within my heart to raise my children is Raising Them Right by Saint Theophan the Recluse.  I have read this book several times, and it is a good read before the homeschool year begins.

So while I think it is valuable to teach the historical aspects of the Church, at appropriate times and ages, what is more important for me is the active and dynamic participation in the Church calendar, the liturgical year, which is, not was, the Life of Christ.  This requires that my husband and I constantly evaluate our daily lives, our goals for our children, and the direction we are heading.  This is a hard work for those of us who pay bills and know that someday our children will have to pay bills too.  However, Christ asks us to trust Him, the Church shows us the way, and ultimately it is the Kingdom of God that we seek to enter.

 

Do you struggle with managing academics with Church life?  Do you have ideas or experiences tht would encourage and uplift us as we plan for the new school year? Please join in, and Happy Homeschooling! 

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Prayer: The Cornerstone

After writing the Prayer in Action post, I wanted to touch on a few details about prayer that I keep in my mind and heart as I homeschool my children.

  • Why is prayer the most important part of our homeschool?
  • What are our obstacles to prayer?
  • Going slow: attentiveness and attention.

Why is prayer the most important part of our homeschool?  I think this can be summed up rather quickly for me.  It is because prayer is, and I quote Abba Pimen, ” [where] we unite to God with our minds.”  There is a popular classical homeschool resource entitled The Well Trained Mind.  It is interesting to note that nowhere in that how-to book is prayer mentioned.  If Christ is the perfect man, body and soul, and prayer is the way that I unite with Him, why do I assume that the mind is not best placed in His hands?  Cannot God form the man in a way that does not diminish him/her in ANY way?  Acquiring  the mind of Christ IS the ultimate education.  I have nothing to fear.  Will my children be prepared for the real world, I ask?  Absolutely.  This is the Orthodox faith, this is our belief.

What are our obstacles in prayer?  The greatest obstacle in prayer for me is unbelief.  I do not believe fully that prayer is life.  Sadly, I believe algebra and Great Books, and dictation, and handwriting, and math facts, and histories, and art projects are more essential to the training of my child’s mind.  This is what I myself realize about homeschooling as an Orthodox Christian: I as the parent must believe.  When I do not, I must struggle to believe.  I must pray myself, and open my heart to Christ.  I must be in this world, but not of this world.  Distractions will indefinitely present themselves, but how I handle the distractions is what really matters.  Like the long phone conversations with my mother in the mornings, or the quick check of my email that turns into a sink whole, or how I schedule outside activities, or how I skip the third hour prayers in favor of finishing one last long division problem.  That does not even include the distractions of my mind and body, the worry, the fatigue, the stress, the shopping, and cooking, and cleaning, and disciplining…the list is limitless.  But, in the midst, prayer is still the most important thing, even when I fail and struggle.  I want  my children to see me struggle and keep going.  I want to bring them on this journey with me.

Going slow: attentiveness.  Prayer is not a race to the finish or a box I can check off.  Like, whew, that task is complete.  Prayer is life.  That means that I try to always keep in mind that I and my children should try to connect to the words we are praying.  This demands that we go slow.  Better to have shorter prayers and attentiveness than longer ones and distraction.  Standing before the icons silently for a minute or two before we pray helps.  Memorization through repetition helps.  Discussing certain prayers and what they mean helps.  Going slow is very helpful.  There is something to be said for just saying the prayers and forming habit, and this is definitely part of making prayer the top priority. But ultimately, I desire that my children connect to God, not just say their prayers.  How this exactly happens in their minds and hearts is a mystery, but I do know that being attentive is something that we must practice and practice and practice.

In the end, I must trust and believe.  God can and will provide.  I would like to conclude with a comment I received in a previous post on the subject of Orthodox Homeschooling:

Now that I have kids in college I can say that making the Church calendar our most important calendar was the wisest choice I made. If our kids don’t acquire the phronema then all other educational endeavors won’t matter. The mind of Christ is all we really need. A friend once told me that the most important thing we can teach our children is to pray, especially the Jesus prayer. She said God will enlighten us or reveal to us everything we need to know, when we need to know it, if our minds are full of prayer.
We acquire the mind of Christ organically not through any one set of “classes” but through prayer. St Gregory of Palamas was a great defender of prayer as being the way of acquiring wisdom and knowledge yet he was very educated himself.
You have put in words what I have known in my heart but wondered if my convictions were wrong because there was no boxes to checkoff or schedules to keep that would say ‘yes your kids are learning what they need to learn’
I still have a truck load of kids to get through home schooling and yes I am trying my best to teach them to read, write, and do math but as a less stressed mom wondering if they are getting it.

(BTW we have not perfected prayer by any means, just the understanding that prayer is the one thing needful.) ”

I think this mother pretty much sums it up. What are your thoughts?  Do you and struggle with prayer?  Are you further down the road and willing to offer your experience and wisdom?  Do you think prayer is the most important thing for the Orthodox Homeschool?  
I hope to hear from all of you.  
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Prayer: In Action

Now that I have given a little background on my experience and homeschool outlook, let’s get down to to the where the rubber meats the road.  It’s fine and good to have these ethereal dreams and beliefs, but some thing has to be done, or this belief is worth nothing.

I highly recommend that you visit this website and read two posts on prayer.
Our Aim in Prayer
and
The Rule of Prayer

Quoting from the second article, I would like to begin this post with a confession.  Here is the quote:

“It is so easy to find people in the Church who will read and study a lot, and show great zeal in doing external works.  However, it is so hard to find people who will take time to struggle to pray. Why is this so?

The Elder Ephraim was once asked this question and immediate he said, “Yes, yes”; in this way confirming that this is absolutely true and then he went on to say:

Abba Pimen says that prayer is the most difficult of all virtues to acquire.  In prayer we free our minds from all the distractions of this world and we touch God with our minds.  In prayer we unite to God with our minds.  And the devil hates this therefore he does all that he can to stop us from accomplishing this.  In prayer we must concentrate on God, we must turn away from all thoughts and distractions and immerse our minds in God.”

My confession is that I struggle very hard with prayer.  I am one of those people who likes to study and read, but I struggle when it comes to prayer.  The truth is that we have had a very rocky road when it comes to establishing this cornerstone of our homeschool life.  There are mornings when we get up late, and in my foolishness I will skip prayers in favor of chores, breakfast, and sadly just so we can start real school.

In fact, it seems that on the mornings when we skip prayers and scripture readings our day goes better.  How strange is that?  But, in the above articles I think the author alludes to why this is so, “…the devil fights against us most at that time so then we must be persistent.”  Not diminishing the fact that I am to blame, however I we have an enemy.  And he fights us when we pray.

This is where planning is so crucial, and I think very necessary.  With a plan we can persist, and we can continue to practice prayer.  It’s our Rule of Prayer.  I start with the day- just one day isolated and looked at in its fullness.   Prayer is the cornerstone, the most important thing we will do in the day, therefore I put prayer before anything else on the schedule.  This does not ensure that I will treat prayer as the most important daily work, but it does keep me accountable, and reminds me to keep trying.  Here are a few tips that help ensure that I pray with my children .

  1. Establish a waking time for myself.  This is crucial for prayer.  In the evening prayers we pray, “Raise me up again in proper time that I may sing my morning hymn.”  In proper time....  For me, this has always been a semi- early waking time.  I strongly desire a time alone before the children get up.  I like to pray my personal prayers, read the daily readings, and have my coffee.  I also like to get breakfast started and start some laundry.  7 AM is a good time for me.
  2. Establish a waking time for the children.  Considering the different age groups in our house, and the fact that we are adding a new addition in a few days, it has always worked for us that the children all get up at the same time.  That means that I do not require a very early waking time for kiddos.  Between 8 and 8:30 is good.
  3. Determine our Scripture reading and lives of saints study method.  I have used many, but what has stuck with us is to read scripture together before we leave the breakfast table, during lunch we read the lives of the saints- feed the body and soul at the same time.  Make the connection.  I have used all  kinds of materials to do this.  Right now I am planning to read the Old Testament throughout this year.  We will see how this goes.  The littles might abandon us, but as long as they linger and hear, maybe playing with blocks on the kitchen floor or play dough at the counter, that is good enough for me.   Also, I have abandoned the short snippet stories of the saints for this season in favor of books that go deeper into the life and piety of a saint.  I ask my spiritual father for suggestions in this area, and he is always spot on as far as the books he suggests.
  4. Make sure to plan evening prayers even though the school day is over.  My husband usually leads these prayers using A Prayer Book for Orthodox Christians.  And then our day of prayer is finished.  I encourage the children to say there own prayers before they fall asleep.

Note:  The website Orthodox Prayer, linked above, is really a wonderful place to learn about prayer.  It has examples, explanations, and articles that are truly helpful.

What is your family’s Prayer Rule, and are you willing to share?  What works for you and yours?  I hope this post helps motivate and encourage.
Happy Homeschooling! 

  

cleaning · faith · family · parenting · pregnancy

Liturgical Life: May & June

Well, I have not posted in quite some time.  I have been spending ALL my energy growing a baby.  I have a litany of illnesses, pains, and problems I could share, but why bother?  All is well with baby, and that is the most important thing.  My struggles, when discussed, sound like complaints and bitterness.  I am sure those two ingredients are in the cake mix, but there is also joy, and great expectations, and pleasure.  It’s all there mixed up together, and the timer is about to buzz, and out will come the yummy deliciousness of a baby.  Don’t babies just make you want to eat them up?  The hot time in the oven is worth a cake any day.

So, this Liturgical Life post is going to be a little unorthodox, in the sense that I am going to post about the liturgy of just living.  I have no great books, or prayers, or services, or projects to report.  No, we have nothing to share in the traditional sense, but I do have a story.  The liturgical story I can honestly tell is one that is hard to put into words.  When something is hard to say, it usually means it was hard to understand.  Our liturgical life from May through June has been hard to understand.  But, life is not always easy to understand, especially if I am trying to put everything in a check the box kind of list.  So, here goes, I hope I say this right:

What we are reading:
A wonderful book lies on the side table in the living room.  We are on chapter something, I cannot remember.  What we have read is enough for me to have a certain heartbreak every time I look at its cover.  The girls asked about it for a while after we stopped reading it, but now they have stopped.  It’s stories are haunting, in the sense that they are wonderful; a truly humble priest who loves God very much struggles for himself and those around him in a Communist labor camp in Communist Russia.  Why did I stop reading it?  Because I imagine I cannot.  Because I am tired.  The very thing that might cure my weariness is the hardest thing to do.  This realization is humbling, and I know who I really am…no spiritual giant, no hero, no suffering servant.  I am a sinner.  I have deep seated faults and weaknesses.  Lord Jesus have mercy on me and help me.    
 Father Arseny, 1893-1973: Priest, Prisoner, Spiritual Father

I have read the books of Hebrews, Galatians, and Ephesians, in that order.  I have been meditating on righteousness, and what it means to be a friend of God.  I have cried out to the Lord for years to help me with guilt, the kind of guilt that is unhealthy and a result of perfectionism, pride, and self-righteousness.  In this very unproductive season of my life, a time when I am forced to stop production and just rest, I am experiencing the righteousness of Christ Jesus.  I wrote a little expository piece entitled A Persistence in Innocence that I may share in the future.  But, for now I am contemplating the finishing work of Jesus and the revelation that He is.  He is the full revelation of God and Man.  He alone is perfect, and I am His.  I have not included my children in these readings, but on a heart level I believe they are experiencing Christ through the work of grace going on in my heart.         

Special Services:
 PASCHA May 5
Ascension June 13
Pentecost June 23

We have not attended any special services outside of Sunday Liturgy (we have missed some Sunday Liturgies due to my hip pain) and the above listed.  This Saturday we did go to the Hermitage for Liturgy, but my comment afterwards to my husband was this, “Is it wrong that the only reason I went to the service today is because I love Father Gregory so much, and I miss him?”  I have not been able to talk with Father Gregory, our spiritual father, very much in the last few months.  He has called several times to check on me and the family, but I have not seen him.  In a very real sense I believe that there are times in our life when people are Christ to us.  Sometimes we have a hard time with the unseen, and men and women of God help us to hold onto the faith.  I see Christ in Father Gregory, I feel safe resting in his piety and love, and I long to be with him when I feel weak.  A monk is a special gift to the church, and Father Gregory is a blessing to our family.

Special Projects:

This section is a tribute to my husband, and especially my daughters.  To be in the service of another, to bear their burdens, and to bind their wounds is the very essence of Christ.  My daughters have had to bare a large burden sense I have been unable to work, cook, or plan activities.  They have cooked, watched little ones, kept the laundry going, and cleaned while I have been down.  Their little ways make me feel very vulnerable, and I have learned a lot watching them as they obey and serve.  It has been hard at times, and attitudes and tempers flare as we are all stretched and pushed.  However, the love they have shown and what they have had to do is the true work of salvation.  Although I struggle with guilt and anger about them having to care for me, I also know that if I shelter them from this time of service I will rob them of a true grace.  This is not to say that I will always depend on them at this level, and I definitely do not want to take advantage of them or hurt them.  I look forward to things getting back to some semblance of normal.  But, this is a special time, and a very special project.  It has definitely been ugly at times, the house looks like kids have been running it, as my oldest daughter would say.  But, we are a family and we are pulling together, and that is very special.     

         

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Do We Have Another?

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Physical Economic Psychological Social Work Load
Severe morning sickness Extra eating out expense Guilt from neglect of kiddos Family will be very stressed by the news Older children will take on a lot
Weight gain and stress on bladder due to very large babies. Maternity clothes Frustration at not being able to accomplish all that I need to. Older children experience social neglect and being bored Daily chores and responsibilities become very hard to get done
Lack of sleep and severe back pain Buying new things for baby and doctor visits Fear about approaching c-section. Family very stressed at watching me at the end of pregnancy Not able to garden or work outside much.
Possible diabetic and swelling episodes…5 c-sections and scar tissue Paying for hospital and doctor Unable to be intimate and feeling very fearful and disconnected Decisions are made solely around the preg. outings, play dates, trips, etc.

I found this journal entry that I made over a year ago, and it only reflects my pregnancy experiences.  Missing from this chart are the countless additions that could be added as a child grows.  But, I guess on this day I was just thinking of pregnancy and all that comes with it.  When I look at this chart I am really blown away by the things that I worry about and struggle with when I am pregnant.  Father Sergius, in a wonderful homily, commented that whatever vocation or situation a person finds themselves in, it can be a great opportunity for holiness.  I have to admit that each of the struggles listed above have not always been met with holiness.  In fact, quite the opposite.  Like when I am severely sick and throwing up twelve times a day.  Things get ugly.  Suffering in the body has always been a very difficult struggle for me.  The chart is a record of the areas where my trust in God is challenged and stretched, but I think it is also a record of just how very human I am.    

I have always wanted more babies, but getting them here is hard on me and my family.  I have been accused of being idealistic and not truly evaluating my situation.  Those who love me test me.  I think this spreadsheet was an examination of my conscience and me trying to get real about the facts of my pregnancies.  It is not hard for me to see the positives of having a baby, but apparently I overlook some of the facts.  I would not necessarily call these concerns negatives, just struggles.

In the end, the positives outweighed the struggles.  However, for us, the concerns are important, and the process of discernment is taken seriously.  Were any of the reasons enough to keep from becoming pregnant a sixth time?  Obviously not.

Only God truly knows the motives of our hearts, and it takes courage to be honest with ourselves and with others.  To be humble and obedient no matter what we face as a married couple has been and will continue to be a hard work.  Saying, “We are done,” is a frightful statement, and one that has been impossible in the past.  As we discern and make important family decisions I pray for mercy and wisdom.  I also pray for courage and a willingness to be honest.  If the decision to stop is made, it will be out of our weakness, and it will not be something that we shout from the rooftops.  Children are such a blessing, and to not be open to another is a sad thing for us.  It is difficult to be honest about where we truly are in this decision.  It is difficult to balance obedience with common sense.  It is difficult to admit that things are not always black and white.  It is difficult to let others judge while following our conscience.  These are our true struggles.


Everybody wants to know, and it is almost the first question they ask me when I tell them the good news of our first son, “Is this your last one?”  It’s sad really, like we only had this many to have a boy.   Is it ever right to limit the number of children we have?  Searching for the answer to that question over the years has uncovered so many unanswered questions and revealed so many weaknesses.  It has also made me confront my unbelief and challenged my hypocrisy.  How then shall we live…with this knowledge….with this faith…now how do we live.  To walk out the faith is a fearful thing.

Therefore, my dear friends, as you have always obeyed–not only in my presence, but now much more in my absence–continue to work out your salvation with fear and trembling… 
Philippians 2:12       
faith · family · learning

Liturgical Life: April

APRIL 2013
Great Lent is in full swing, and things are going pretty well around here.  This year was a challenge when it came to what we as a family were able to do as far as fasting goes.  I am half way through my fifth pregnancy, and cooking and eating are a challenge.  I get so sick when I am pregnant.  For the full story go here.  I also struggle with severe anemia and swelling due to lack of protein. So, after discussing things with our spiritual father we decided that the best thing at this time for our family was to not fast completely, except the regular Wednesday and Friday fasts.  Instead, we are going without television, eating out, and keeping our meals simple and small.  Also, we have made time around the icon corner a family priority and added a devotional that we all listen to and discuss.  In the beginning I was dreading Lent, because I felt that my condition was going to hinder my whole family.  But, God is good, and so far we have had some very meaningful moments of sincere reflection and struggle.  I love the Lenten season.

What we are reading:
First Fruits of Prayer: A Forty Day Journey Through the Canon of Saint Andrew
Raising Them Right: A Saint’s Advice On Raising Children
The Story of Saint Mary of Egypt
Children’s One Year Bible: 1 Samuel: The Life of King David

Special Prayers:
The Saint Ephraim Prayer
Teaching and learning to prostrate.

Special Services:
Presanctified Liturgy at Saint Arsenius Hermitage
Attending a talk at St. Barbara’s Orthodox Church given by Father Sergius:  The Vulnerability of the Incarnation.

Special Projects:
Cleaning the Yard from the winter.
Taking junk and trash to the recycle facility near our house.
Cleaning out excess from the house to donate to Goodwill.
Visiting Nouna Stella and Nouna Leann for an afternoon.  Nouna Stella’s health is poor these days and we hope to bring some cheer.
Organizing a Garage Sale.

cleaning · faith · family · marriage · organizing · parenting

Feminine Virtues

Being pregnant always gets me going when it comes to matters of marriage, femininity, homemaking, and the likes.  I have recently found a charming blog that captures a kind of innocence that I wish I had.  The blogger”s posts on feminine dress, homemaking, parenting, and church life seem to be coming from some place within her that is truly genuine and beautiful.  Too many times I have read things that seem to be gadget oriented, as if something from without can create something beautiful within.  This sweet blog is different.  I tire of ideological living; if I do a,b,c it will produce e,f,g.  However, I truly love being a woman, and without becoming fake or legalistic, I have always tried to explore the makings and disciplines of beautiful womanhood.

Girly stuff has not always come natural to me.  When I was a young girl my boy cousins teased and called me Randy, because, I suspect, I could beat most of them in an arm wrestling match.  Those days were short lived, and as I grew I realized that being a tomboy was not something I would like to continue into adulthood.  So, the quest for beauty and love and romance began, and then I had four daughters.  I am amazed at how feminine they all are, especially because I have never really viewed myself as a particularly girly girl.  In fact, my husband’s friends are all jealous of him because I love me some football on Sunday afternoons, I love to work hard and get my hands dirty, and one of my favorite date nights is going out for wings and beer.  True, I think one of the reasons my husband was so attracted to me was because I am a little boyish, but in a girly kind of way.  Does that make since?  Here in Texas I think women have a knack for being boyish in a girly way.

This week I have been thinking about my relationship with my husband and the way I get on with my children, and how that relates to feminine virtues. My main purpose or job is being a wife and mother, and this Lent I have tried to examine the areas where I could improve upon my vocation.  A few things have come up: I am idle, I complain, and I struggle with boredom, all of which greatly hinder my job as a wife and mother.

For the next few weeks I have decided to be industrious, to work at being content with my situation, and to rekindle creativity.  Here are a few focus areas all inspired by that sweet little blog I mentioned before:

  • Waking early
  • Being faithful to my daily readings and prayers
  • Making sure my husband’s practical needs are met (lunch packed, work clothes ironed, cook a small breakfast before work)
  • Getting my grocery budget under some control and making frugal choices when it comes to food
  • Resuming my skin, hair, and nail care regimes
  • Cleaning out excess to prepare for a yard sale and to donate (starting with clothes bins in the shop)
  • Take walks or swim every weekday
  • Examine my wardrobe and dress with less (quality over quantity)
  • Be patient with my kiddos as I still struggle with acute nausea and fatigue
  • Rekindle a womanly atmosphere of creativity in my home with small things like scented candles, fresh picked wild flowers, etc.
  •  Reaffirm my love and affection with clean crisp sheets, soft music, warm dinners at the table, a smile, a pleasant tone in my voice, lots of hugs, and whatever creative ideas come to me.

Update:  How do I feel womanly when all womanly pursuits come to a screeching halt?  Explore the wonder of a round belly.  Enjoy a baby kicking and moving inside me.  Take in the joy of watching my body provide for another living thing.  Pregnancy is the one truly exclusive womanly expression.  Every bullet point above could be done by a man.  However, only the woman can bear a child.