What Should I Eat?

 

If you’ve battled with morning sickness like I have, the last thing you may have on your mind then is, “What should I eat?” But as everyone with good advice will tell us, “Try to eat something.”

Morning sickness was especially bad the last 2 days. Yesterday I couldn’t even hold down water. And by morning sickness, I actually mean all-day sickness at times. But these 2 days have been kept to the mornings. And I am officially past my first trimester!

So today I stayed home from church in the morning but went in the afternoon for our African Service where my husband was preaching. Going to church is the best thing to do. I was prompted to read Psalm 91 as I opened our service. God was reassuring me that He is our rock and fortress, that when everything around us shakes, He will not be shaken, and that He holds us in his hands. The picture the bible gave of us hiding under the wings of the Almighty is especially comforting.

So as I was preparing dinner at home after church, I realized how good I was feeling. I wasn’t even feeling sleepy from jetlag, having just returned from the US on Thursday. And this verse came to me, “My food is to do the will of my Father.” Jesus said that. And even though I’m having gastritical problems in the natural, in the spirit I can be feeding on His grace as I get around His business. Last night I felt my spirits uplifted too as I was preparing a teaching session on Children’s Ministry. I realize that as we do His will, He takes care of us. This is better than wallowing in self pity as I have been doing (or sharing my status on Facebook to get ‘sympathy likes’ ūüôā Thanks to all who liked it though and for all the encouragement and prayers.)

Sharing the beautiful psalm with all. Goodnight!

Love,

Delia

1 He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High
Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
2 I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress;
My God, in Him I will trust.‚ÄĚ

3 Surely He shall deliver you from the snare of the fowler[a]
And from the perilous pestilence.
4 He shall cover you with His feathers,
And under His wings you shall take refuge;
His truth shall be your shield and buckler.
5 You shall not be afraid of the terror by night,
Nor of the arrow that flies by day,
6 Nor of the pestilence that walks in darkness,
Nor of the destruction that lays waste at noonday.

7 A thousand may fall at your side,
And ten thousand at your right hand;
But it shall not come near you.
8 Only with your eyes shall you look,
And see the reward of the wicked.

9 Because you have made the Lord, who is my refuge,
Even the Most High, your dwelling place,
10 No evil shall befall you,
Nor shall any plague come near your dwelling;
11 For He shall give His angels charge over you,
To keep you in all your ways.
12 In their hands they shall bear you up,
Lest you dash your foot against a stone.
13 You shall tread upon the lion and the cobra,
The young lion and the serpent you shall trample underfoot.

14 “Because he has set his love upon Me, therefore I will deliver him;
I will set him on high, because he has known My name.
15 He shall call upon Me, and I will answer him;
I will be with him in trouble;
I will deliver him and honor him.
16 With long life I will satisfy him,
And show him My salvation.‚ÄĚ

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We all need the Saviour

Daddy led Evan in the sinner’s prayer today. He’s understanding sin and the outcome of sin, and the sacrifice and redemption by Jesus. And he is ready to ask Jesus to forgive him of his sins and to come into his life.

Over the last few months he’s been asking about hell and why Jesus let the soldiers crucify Him and why He has scars in his hands. And we’ve been explaining God’s redemption to him.

I think it is very important for Christian parents to explain God’s salvation to the children and to pray with them, not just thanksgiving or petition prayers, but to ask Jesus into their lives. Teaching in children’s church, I give a salvation call every few months. And every time, there have been children who wanted to ask Jesus into their lives and to save them. I think we must not take for granted that our children have prayed that. We need to teach them to pray, because prayer is our weapon for warfare. And it starts with surrendering our lives to Jesus. And we need to lead and guide them into that prayer to give their lives to Jesus.

Even in my class of 11 and 12 year olds, there are some who have been in church almost their whole lives and have never asked Jesus into their lives. Just because no one has asked them if they wanted to. I first saw the gospel presentation when I was 6, and I totally understood and believed that Jesus did that for me; He went through the pain and suffering, and went to the cross for me. But it wasn’t till I was 11 that someone led me in the sinner’s prayer, even though I’d been attending children’s church for a while already. It’s no one’s fault. We just have to remember to ask the children if they have said the sinner’s prayer and not take for granted that they have.

Jesus said to let the little children come to Him. He also said for us to come to Him like little children. So they are not too young to come to the Saviour and enter into a relationship with Him. We all need the Saviour.

Lifting hands to worship

 

Last Saturday, the boys were with us in church. During worship, as we stood lifting our hands in worship, the sight of the boys lifting up their little hands in worship was a most touching one.

 

Their hands may not reach very high or very far, but I just had a feeling then that they could reach God sometimes more easily than we can.

 

We are told to come like these little children.

 

Reaching out those hands to the Father. Not asking for anything. Simply in worship of Who He is.

Clean ups

One of the many jobs of a mom includes cleaning up messes – spilt water, milk, juices, any kind of spills, accidents of the toilet kind etc etc.

Just a few days ago, I had to clean up urine, milk and water all in one day. The same perpetrator, at different times of the day, in different amounts.

Yesterday’s clean up far exceeds those in the last, possibly, year, in terms of grossness and difficulty.

We all took naps after getting home from church.When Evan woke up, he came out of his room without his pants! Daddy went to check out what’s happening and found a wet spot on his bed. He then told Daddy he needed to sit on the toilet, which means he needed to go ‘big time’. Daddy had reported to me what had happened by then. I saw the wet spot on his bed and was glad I’d put a blanket under him, thinking he may have an accident since he had fallen asleep in the car on the way home from church. So I just dumped the blanket in the washing machine.

Then came the mystery of the missing pants. He had taken his pants off himself in his room but we hadn’t seen the missing pants anywhere. So we went on a search for his pants. I finally found them stashed into his drawer of clean clothes, and then pushed close, leaving just a little gap which led me to looking into it. If you think that was the end of the story, you’d be wrong, though I wished it was. We saw, to our horror, that his pants were not alone. Brown, gooey stuff was sitting in his pants, incriminating evidence of what he had done. Yes he had gone in his pants, then stuffed his pants into his drawer of clean clothes. Whatever got into his head to make him think that was the best thing to do with his dirty pants?!

And that was still not the end! I backed up and realised I had something gooey on the sole of my left foot. And I had left patches of brown not just on the floor, but on the rug in their room! Where did I pick that up from? We found the culprit, just a little lump of brown in the middle of the rug. Our investigative skills led to the conclusion that he must taken off his pants in his room, being uncomfortable after having gone in them, and the little lump must have fallen out of his pants while he stuffed the rest together with his pants into his drawer.

So the clean up began. Washing the blanket, his sheets, some of the clothes from the drawer. I threw away those pants. Good thing they were old, having belonged to Caleb. And sprayed lots and lots of stain remover on the¬†rug and mattress of his bed. I made him sit next to me and ‘help’ to clean up to realise the extent of the horror he had caused Mommy to experience. It all did come quite clean in the end, thanks to the fabric stain remover from my good friend, Jo, who’s a mother of 3. It takes a Mom to know a Mom and what she needs to handle the perils and toils of keeping a hom

Indoctrinating the Young

We went to the library last night and Daddy helped Caleb pick out a book about basketball facts. There are pretty interesting facts in it, such as “Each team is given 6 balls to use during warm-up.”

There was one about Michael Jordan. This is where it gets interesting. Because Jordan is a super-superstar in basketball, but he also happens to be one of Daddy’s least favourite, perhaps even most least favourite, basketball players. He has converted me about 7 years ago, as soon as we started dating, that we do not like the Bulls and Jordan, we root for the Pistons. It wasn’t hard to convert me since the Pistons were 2004 champions.¬†Everybody likes rooting for champions, right?

The fact in the book¬†about Jordan is that he did not wear matching shoes with the rest of his teammates one year and therefore was fined $5000 per game. Daddy’s lesson for Caleb was:

“What did Jordan do? He wore different shoes from the rest of his teammates? Was that against the NBA rules?”

“Yes.”

“So is breaking rules good or bad?”

“Bad.”

“So, does that mean Jordan is a good or bad guy?”

“Bad.”

“Right. Good.”

Threat backfired

Sometimes kids just don’t rationalize the same way we do.

Yesterday I told Evan he had to pick up all his puzzle pieces and put them away before dinner. After getting dinner ready, I saw that he still hadn’t completed his task. This was after multiple times of me asking him to do so while I was getting dinner ready. So finally I asked him if he wanted me to throw his puzzle away if he didn’t put it away. He said Yes!

What? That’s not the right answer!

I asked him again to make sure he heard it right and understood. And he said Yes, he wanted me to throw his puzzle away!

By¬†this point, I knew my plan wasn’t working. It was a good thing I didn’t say I definitely would throw his puzzle away if he didn’t put it away. I don’t really want to throw it away! He loves puzzles. So I just started packing it away in defeat and he came to join in. I left him to finish up on his own while I went to get dinner. After a short while, this little guy came to the kitchen with his puzzle put away in the box and this is what he said…

“Here you go. Throw it away.”

!!!!!

Teaching a 4-year-old creative thinking and problem solving…

As kids grow up, we find that more and more, we have to reason with them and explain consequences for their actions. It’s no longer just ‘you were punished because you did something wrong’. They want to know why what they did was wrong. And they don’t always feel that they were in the wrong. They are able to rationalize their actions (although they’re not always rational), which means they are also able to justify their actions. That’s why sometimes they feel wronged instead of knowing what they did was wrong.

Anyway, today Caleb was upset with Evan for taking away his placemat before lunchtime. So he tried to take it back and there was a tussle. He came to tell me Evan took away his placemat. After sending him to his room for some quiet thinking, I went in to talk to him about what happened and about his feelings.

“What happened, Caleb?”

“Evan took away my placemat.”

“So what did you do?”

“I took it back.”

“Are you upset?”

“Yes.”

“So, the problem is you had a placemat and Evan took away your placemat. But is snatching it back from him the best solution to the problem?”

“No.”

“How many placemats do we have?”

“Two.”

“So what should you have done instead of snatching the placemat back from Evan and getting upset?”

“Let him have it.”

“No, no. I know it was wrong of him to snatch your placemat. But what could you have done instead of getting upset?”

“Let him have it?”

“No, no. How many placemats do we have? If Evan took one, how many are left?”

“One.”

“Yes! So what you should have done is to get the other placemat for yourself and you each will have one, right?”

“Yes.” And off he went to get it.

And so I introduced him to creative thinking and problem solving.

(Of course, dealing with Evan about snatching things is another story… And the cute thing was Evan said sorry later on and on his own, he said, “You forgive me?” Aww…!!!)