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5+ Ways to Help Girls Feel Pretty: A Girl’s Need for Beautiful

Every girl wants to be told she’s beautiful. (Heaven forbid that anyone would strike at her heart by telling her anything less.) I spoke at a ladies event with over 500 women in a picturesque setting when it happened to me.

Girl in Mirror

Thoughts of beauty were on my mind because of a previous Google question that brought a reader to my site. Check out the post I wrote in response to the question, “Does a Minister’s Wife have to be beautiful?”

Requirements of ministers wives aside, I often tell the women I meet they’re beautiful. But during this event, a young woman passed by then turned around to say, “You’re a beautiful woman.”

I scraped myself up. Me, someone with loosening skin and a few extra years. You’d a thought I just won a million bucks. All of a sudden my feet in those pointy heels didn’t hurt anymore. I walked taller, smiled bigger and, well, fulfilled those prophetic words. I became beautiful. I couldn’t pick that giver of beauty out of a crowd of two, but if you’re that woman, “Thank You!

The Value of Beauty

Isn’t it odd how much better we feel when we think others value our beauty? We actually feel valuable. Oh, I know it’s a mind thing, but somehow it shows in our countenance and behavior. The link between beauty and value exposes a great feminine need. One that’s almost as important as food and water. Girls need a regular diet of words, actions and attitudes that make them feel beautiful. For without this need being met, our spirits languish like that of a newborn left on cold hard surfaces, never to be held in a warm embrace. Something within just dies.

We are bombarded all day with ugly, unkind and you-don’t-measure-up influences, some that stare at us from the face in the mirror. Let’s find some uplifting reinforcements of the beauty that God created us to be.

Ways to Help Girls Know They’re Pretty

Here’s a short list of a few thoughtful ways to make the girls in your life glow in beauty. We can become like the woman at the event and be a giver of beauty to girls that desperately need Read through these and add more in the comments.

  • Out of the blue, tell her she’s amazing. Recognize each time they dress nice and compliment them on how beautiful they look.
  • Acquire for them an inexpensive little something (flower, lotion, costume jewelry, flip-flops, whatever) and say, “This was so pretty. It reminded me of you and I had to bring it to you.”

My husband bought a single red rose and placed a little ruby ring in its blossom then brought it home unexpectedly. He said it reminded him of me: spicy, beautiful, prickly dangerous at times and, well, … I’ll not say the other one. Some things are best kept secret.

  • Notice her effort to create something beautiful (a meal, room decor, craft, etc.) and make a big deal about how she creates such beauty.
  • Hug her while acknowledging the beautiful way she relates to people: nurturing, caring and handling various kinds of people.
  • Work for her or together with her while saying she’s worth it, or beautiful when focused on the work. She will know she’s valued.
  • Enjoy time spent with her doing something she likes or nothing at all.

Quite unintentionally written, but these actions remind me of the 5 Love Languages by Gary Chapman. In Chapman’s book, you could read up on his 5: words, time, touch, gifts and acts of service.

What else can you add to the list? How have you encouraged girls in your circle? If female, in what ways have you received positive hits to your beauty/value meter?

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How to Keep Christmas Real With Only a Charlie Brown Tree

I’ve been dreaming of a white Christmas for almost half a century. Living here in Texas, I don’t get to hear sleigh bells jingling in the snow. The other night, my girls netflixed Bing Crosby’s White Christmas. I watched it for the first time since I was a teensy thing. All I remembered about the movie was that it began to snow when they sang about their dreams.

Dreaming of a White Christmas

I’ve been singing my dreams for a long time and, well, nothing. No snow. No white Christmas.

White Christmas Wish

The movie is great. I wanted to hug a veteran, dance around the house and forget about all the Christmas dinner and fixings. It seems that back then food wasn’t a main emphasis to those skinny Americans. I don’t remember seeing one Christmas cookie.

Today’s Christmas

Nowadays, Christmas is about

  • stuffing ourselves with rich food,
  • spending next years wages on things that will be trashed in 6 months,
  • and trying to fit family, even the strange and weird ones, into our already busy schedule.

Americans have so outgrown all the old ways characterized by physical work and hardship. Our lives are bent on pleasure and the pursuit of happiness.

Take Black Friday for example. The retailers created a special day for mass frenzy. I chose to leave madness and macing, spraying pepper spray, to the crazies, while I shopped in my pj’s, online. On Amazon, I found a deal on a throwback Atari game consol. A cool present. It will be a Christmas day showdown of Pong, just my brothers and I. I guess we ought to let my little nephew play since it’s his game. Surely I could beat the four year old.

Dreaming of the white square ball bouncing off my white-bar paddle, I waited for delivery confirmation. It didn’t come. I emailed seller via Amazon. No response.

Christmas Frustration

About a week later I received this:

Charlie Brown Christmas Tree

I was infuriated. I spent $65 of my mother’s money buying this cool game console for her to give my nephew for Christmas and instead I received this $10 Charlie Brown tree!! I could’ve pepper sprayed the seller! Amazon’s guarantee made good on the money before I went “postal” in sending anything but steaming e-mails to the seller. If the injustice of it all wasn’t so bad, it’d be hilarious. So now I have a Charlie Brown Christmas tree to show for the meaning of Christmas.

The Real Christmas

I began to question my ability to be happy and merry if everything about Christmas was taken from me and all I had was my relationship with Jesus.

The meaning behind our busy holiday celebrations is lost to us.

  • Some focus on giving, which often is a backhanded way of focusing on getting recognition for our gift giving.
  • Some of us focus on family, eating and gathering together. But what happens when one can’t make it, or is estranged or deceased. Is the meaning of Christmas nil because family isn’t together?

Could Christmas be celebrated without the feasts and wrappings? Or the gifts and trappings? What if we didn’t even have one lonely Christmas ball on a pitiful branch? No family. Nobody. Could we still have Christmas?

Christmas is about hope. Not just a baby in a barn. It’s about rescue, not just a religious holiday. Christmas is a gift. If we stop the shopping, cooking, planning, decorating and eating long enough to accept the gift of Jesus, we find the peace on earth we’ve searched for.

Can we move beyond a religious exercise, into a spiritual relationship? What if all you had was a puny tree? No gifts? No family or friends? How do you keep your focus on the real meaning of Christmas?

This post is part of the Spiritual Journey’s Gentle Nudges Series. If you enjoyed it you may also like the Living and Working on Mission Blog Series, the Insights into Ministry & Leadership Series or the other Blog Series.

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10 Life and Leadership Principles from Steve Jobs

Steve Jobs knew how to keep reaching new heights, how to make the difficult simple, and how to create awesome products as well as a movement, a following. He’s a creative leader. Check out 10 leadership principles in this great slideshow by @coachbay. Good stuff! Pick and choose what would be good to implement in your ministry, work and life.

 

What creative systems or plans do you have in your leadership style? How can you incorporate or mimic some of Steve Jobs leadership points into your life/work/ministry? Please share your insights and tips in the comments that we may glean from you too!

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Last Orphanage Walk

This morning was filled with mixed emotions. I was ready to get back to see my kids, but I wasn’t quite ready to leave these orphans. I said, “If I could, I’d bring them home with me.” The final packing was very somber. Jacque and I finished before the others were ready and asked if we could walk over to the kid’s house to see them one last time.

Last visit to the Orphanage

We walked like it was our last stride taking in every small thing. Here’s the African cows we passed everyday on our walk:

African Cow

African Cow

We wanted to take it slow, but also wanted to get to the kids quickly. The kids hollered with excitement when we rounded the corner and they saw us. I wanted to cry, but held it together. The kids were delighted to see us.

Carolyn, the orphan choir mistress (leader) and I

Carolyn, the orphan choir mistress (leader) and I

Orphans Saying Goodbye

Orphans Saying Goodbye

The older ones wanted to hug us their goodbyes. Some holding on to us with their eyes. It was difficult to smile. The younger ones had a quick greeting then disappeared to the far corner of the compound to play. As I visited with the older ones, I watched the younger ones building a fort-like tent our of a torn mosquito net, old plastic bags and trash. They tied the net to the corner of the fence at the same level to make a triangle roof to crawl under, Then they put trash on top to block the sun and laid plastic sacks underneath to cover the dirt. They were very busy building.

Homemade Shade Going Away Gift

Homemade Shade Going Away Gift

Later, I felt a tug on my hand. A little girl had come to get me. She didn’t speak English so I had to read her intentions. I’m sort of slow at that and it took her pulling my hand several times for me to get it. She led me to the sitting spot under the homemade shade. The thought crossed my mind, that they were honoring me, the oldest mama, by giving me a special seat that they created. After a minute or two, another went to bring Jacque too.

Orphans Worship as our Parting Gift

About the time we settled in, the vans came to get us. We gathered around the mango tree to share our goodbyes and tears and to sing a praise song once more before we left. This is the first song they taught us and it stuck. Here’s a video of them singing:

We took off toward Entebbe and stopped in Jenga for lunch and picking up a few souvenirs along the way. We were not making good time and drove into the night into Entebbe. It was our first real outing at night in Uganda because it wasn’t the safest for us to be out at night.

We made it through security, faking Chuck’s health all along the way. The team rested in the Entebbe airport for a couple of hours then started the loooong flight home, 22 hours and layovers. Not fun. Since we boarded at 11:30 p.m. I slept the first flight into Amsterdam. During the 4 hour layover in Amsterdam, Chuck laid down in a McDonald’s restaurant area and the team debriefed a little. I found a Starbucks and had my first taste of home, a no foam latte, and a chocolate croissant for breakfast.

On board again. Chuck was taking high potency pain killers along with the antibiotics like clock work. He also numbed the pain by watching back-to-back movies. We finally landed in Texas Thursday afternoon and called the doctor right away. We went to his office and he put Chuck in the hospital. We were so glad to be hospitalized IN Texas.

While Chuck was getting the treatment he needed, I spoke at a women’s prayer breakfast Saturday morning and Sunday morning our Uganda Mission Team (minus Chuck) gave a testimony about Uganda in both our church services. He was released Monday afternoon with plans for surgery later, when the infection was clear.

Orphan Adoption and Sponsorship

Mike and Jacque are looking into the adoption process to give Fiona a physical home since she already has an emotional one in their hearts. You can read more about their story here and on their Bring Fiona Home website. You can also sponsor an orphan, write to them and read letters from them. If interested, check out Elpis Ministries.

Fiona!

Fiona!

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Please comment below. I’d love to hear any insight you have about our choice of choosing to come back to Texas before seeking healthcare, your experience of leaving those you’ve grown to love in ministry, or possibly how God may have moved you to adopt an orphan. Please share your comments below.

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Arrival into Iganga

Upon arrival in Iganga, a village of 30,000 people, we drove through after the people worked all day. They were rustling about the market buying their day’s food. The people get paid at the end of the day (like Bible times) and then can buy their food to cook for the evening. They fix dinner which may be eaten anywhere from 8:30 to 10 p.m. Here are some great pictures out of the van window.

Iganga Market

Iganga market

Iganga market

Iganga market

Iganga market

By the time we arrived at the missionary house, it was known throughout the village that we were in town. When we pulled into the metal gated yard at the house, the children from the orphanage were waiting on us. They jumped up and down clapping and smiling. As we exited the vans they each came forward with a unique handshake and a “Welcome” and “Habari” which is Swahili for “How are you?”

New Friends with the Orphans

Uganda Friends

Uganda Friends

I was so humbled. These children are so welcoming and glad to see us. As I mingling with the kids, a young girl of about 5 years approached and bowed to her knees before me. I nearly cried. I felt I needed to bow to her. I bent over and picked her up and hugged her tight. She was so precious. As a sign of respect, it is the custom for girls to bow as they approach. The girls all sat on the ground in a circle around Jacque. I approached as they were getting acquainted, and one of the older girls that spoke English asked me how old I was. I gave them the year that I was born and let them do the math. That’s because my kids aren’t with me to remind me how old I am. (And no, I’m not telling you here!) The children here are so very respectful and age is highly respected. Discipling them this week will be extremely fulfilling.

The kids had to leave shortly after our arrival, before sundown. And the large metal gate was locked behind them. Apparently, it is very dangerous to be out at night. The gate reminds me of the story from the Bible about Sodom and Gomorrah where the traveler came into Lot’s house and the town came knocking on the door. Moses, our house guard, sat just inside the gate with his bow and arrow and guarded us all night. We came in for dinner, which by the way was an amazing meal! The food here is all fresh, real food.

Real Food

Real Food

Real Food

After dinner, we sat out under a nearly starless night and talked while some awesome local music was playing loudly across the road. They were having a birthday party and the local music reminded me of what I would hear in Mexico, lively and fun. I’m positive one could salsa or zumba to it.

We settled in for the night. I took a shower that is arranged by gravity not water pressure, think of trickle. No problem, I was thankful for running water and a toilet in the missionary house. Most of the country has squat latrines and no paper. then I crawled into a mosquito netted bed of the same type of foam mattress that was in the hotel in Entebbe. It was good to lay down and elevate my swollen feet (the plane ride still taking a toll on my extremities). Slept awesome!

Remember the pictures of the market. The orphans that escaped from the north scavenge for scraps of food after the market is closed. This is where Phil began collecting the kids and taking care of them. Where will God break our hearts to begin making a difference in the lives on others.

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Please comment below. Remember the pictures of the market. The orphans that escaped from the north scavenge for scraps of food after the market is closed. This is where Phil began collecting the kids and taking care of them. I’d love to hear where and how God has broke your heart to begin making a difference in the lives on others.

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Why Multitasking Reduces Productivity

I felt so defeated. Tasks and to-do lists stacked. The harder I worked, the behind-er I got. I wanted to quit. Doing nothing would produce the same results with much less stress. Why not give up?

That’s when I tweeted, (Twitter: @RobinBryce) “ NOT liking my busy, distracted, get-nothing-accomplished lifestyle. Please, can I have only one thing to do & permission to forget all else?”multitasked to death

The oversimplified spiritual response, “Love Jesus and that’s all you need to do” doesn’t help. It doesn’t get the laundry done, the Holiday efforts accomplished, my ministry tasks finalized or the family’s needs met. I need more than love for Jesus to do all the things calling for my attention.

I saved the world’s chocolate by taking my desperation to God. Sitting with my Bible and journal, I had a little talk. I mentioned my troubles and feelings then listened for God’s response. I asked him to show me one task to start with. Just one (hoping I could do one thing right).

Looking up from my Bible and at the tasks, I took my husband’s advice and organized my time to work on one job for 15 minutes. Amazingly, I got something done. It felt good.

I tweeted again. “Multitasking is overrated. Doing one thing well is better than many things half-hearted. ”

Others share my struggle with productivity. The Google search “Multitasking is overrated” found a study by Stanford University that reveals why doing more than one thing reduces productivity. The study shows a disturbing trend in our culture and defines my problem. They “found multitaskers are more easily distracted and less able to ignore irrelevant information than people who do less multitasking.” For more results read Boston.com article Maybe Multitasking is Overrated.  I’m not the only one living from one distraction to another.

I felt better knowing why I was ineffective and how to correct the problem. I began asking for God’s help to focus on the job at hand and to organize my time, allotting segments for each task. It’s working so far.

How do you deal with the pressure of your busy lifestyle? Comment below.

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Thankful Thoughts Make Happy Hearts

On a 45-minute bus ride full of conference attendees, people stared. I filled the time with big belly-laughter and a Texas-style, heel-kicking good time. The passengers pretended not to stare, but I saw their glances. Then a woman across the bus turned and peered Ziggy-like above the chair. From her seat she stretched her neck then over the riders and noise pronounced, “You ladies are sure having a good time. What’s so funny?”

laughing girlTruth was, nothing. Not one thing was that funny. We were just having a grand time. Renae, my fast-forming BFF, and I snickered, giggled and laughed until my face hurt and my sides ached. It was like being a teenager again. Our fun seemed to make many the bus riders take interest.

I wondered what caused the attraction. The only thing I can think of was my overwhelming sense of gratefulness. I was thankful for the opportunity to attend the conference and spend time with Renae. My husband encouraged me to attend and my family tightened where my absence created slack. I felt blessed and filled with gratitude. It was those thankful thoughts that made me happy.

Giving thanks pours a huge measure of contentedness into our lives. It’s not content in the circumstances, but content above them. Let’s face it, a 45-minute over-stuffed bus ride with twice as many smelly feet as people on board isn’t the most welcome circumstance. But I was so thankful that even if it was a trailer ride pulled by a tractor in the freezing weather, I’d have been happy. Cold…but happy.

If only thankful thoughts dominated my everyday thinking, I’d be the most obnoxiously happy person. But food preparations, dirty laundry and tight schedules don’t exactly generate feelings of gratefulness. The daily grind traps me. To keep from being stressed, I’ve got to be thankful for the dailyness: food to prepare, clothes to wear, and chores to bear.

Bread

If placing my attitude on thankfulness doesn’t change my circumstances, it sure changes me. My gratitude turns into happiness, because thankful thoughts makes a happy heart. I want a joy-filled-bus-ride experience everyday, not just on Thanksgiving Day.
Let’s laugh and sing our thanksgiving. Others may stare or want to join.

“Enter his gates with thanksgiving and his courts with praise; give thanks to him and praise his name” (Psalm 100:4).

Thought: There are lots of Christmas songs. Please share some Thanksgiving songs that we might sing our thanks?

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Spiritual Life (Part 3): How to Experience God

I checked boxes on the to-be-a-good-Christian list. I studied the Bible, did life with other believers and participated in religious activities. But I wanted more spiritually. I missed experiencing God. This desire led to finding a helpful exercise.

First, I needed to recognize God. I tended to do my normal day-to-day activities forgetting about him. To experience God, I had to look for him with great desire. He says if we seek him with all our hearts, he will be found by us (Jer 29:13). So like Moses (Ex 33),  I asked for God to show himself. I began earnestly talking to God and listening for a reply. I employed the early church’s devoted action: prayer.

“All the believers devoted themselves to the apostles’ teaching, and to fellowship, and to sharing in meals (including the Lord’s Supper), and to prayer” (Ac 2:42).

My prayer is both scattered throughout the day and a regular scheduled appointment. The appointments build depth into my impromptu prayers. The tools for my appointed time are: notebook, pen, devotional and Bible. I set aside at least 15 minutes of focused time.

I date the entry and write, “God speaks.” While asking him to do so, I read the short devotion and a passage from the Bible. When I find something new or a greater understanding, I celebrate and record these “Ah ha” moments.

After recognizing God, I praise him. Praising God invites him to break my routine with a spiritual experience. I respond to God in continued prayer by writing the acrostic P. R. A. I. S. E. down the page like:

P. – Praise. Thanking God for loving and speaking to me. Praising him for being Lord, worthy of all glory, honor and praise. Majestic and holy. High and lifted up.
R. – Repentance. Confessing, being sensitive to God. If I can’t think of anything to repent of, I ask God to show me and he does.
A. – Acknowledgment. Recognizing God as supreme, sovereign Lord and my need to bow to him.
I. – Intercession. Asking God to help the people in my life, officials, ministers and missionaries, etc.
S. – Supplication. Asking God to help me with my needs, struggles and concerns.
E. – Equipping. Begging God to make me usable in building his kingdom and willing to pray, “Here am I. Send me” (Is 6:8).

Then I think about the things left to be done. Writing “Today’s To Do:” I ask God to order my day. Often, God adds a task like call or write someone. Then I leave the appointment with an attitude of continuous conversation. “Let’s go.”

Child runningOver time, I’ve been tempted to reduce this process to a formula. Prayer can easily turn into a ritual without meaning. Prayer is the relationship, not a rule. When we make prayer a dutiful practice, we create a religion about God not enter a relationship with God. The goal is spiritual connectivity with God.

Prayer brings me closer to God. This exercise helps me. It can be easily adjusted to fit various schedules, personalities, and lifestyles. Journaling is not the desired end or even necessary, but my conversation with God is vital. I’m convinced prayer, when devotedly engaged, will form a deep spiritual experience with God.

If you would like to experience God moments, like Kathy did with her children in Spiritual Life (part 1), try practicing these exercises during the week. Do it for a month and let me know how it goes. PLEASE encourage others by sharing your God experiences in the comments below. If you find this series helpful, share it with the spiritually hungry. Let’s spread the relationship.

“If you look for me wholeheartedly, you will find me” (Jer 29:13).

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Spiritual Life (Part 2) Experiencing God Gives Hope

Bags crinkled and cans clinked in my hands when a screech wailed from the other end of the house. I was putting away the week’s groceries as the kids, freed from the car, ran inside to play. Instead of running out of the pantry, I waited. The surge of worry settled into a deeper exhaustion. I was too tired to know what to do. I knew what had happened. Nothing had changed.

I took a deep breath and placed the potatoes in the bin. When the crying slowed, I called my young son, “Jonathan, come here please.” I shelved the peanut butter and wondered what to do. I’d tried everything to teach him that he must use his words. That hitting his sister wasn’t an option. Nothing worked.

Sad Girl“Lord, I need help. I can’t do this.”

I heard the little steps slowly approach. Jonathan rounded the corner with his head down.

Overwhelmed to the point of giving up, I managed to sigh, “Son, what did you do?”

His downcast guilt spilled over to defiance. “She wouldn’t leave my trucks alone. She’s always messing up my . . .”

“Jonathan, I didn’t ask what Christa did. I’ll talk with her in a minute.” My calmness surprised me. I was too tired to be the mommy. “I want to know what you did?” I crumpled the grocery bag and poked it in with the others for later use as a dirty diaper sack.

He looked so small with his head hung low, but his voice was even smaller. “I hit her.”

“Honey, remember how I told you to use your words? To ask for what you want?”

“I tried to, Mommy.” He looked up at me with huge tears about to erupt from his eyes. “I didn’t mean to hit her.” He shrugged and dropped his shoulders.  “I just can’t do it.”

His words grabbed my throat, choking the reminder of my failed attempts to do good. I had just asked God for help with the same words. “I can’t do this.”

The grip loosened when God spoke. “You are my child. You are just like Jonathan.”

I can’t do things right either. I felt like Paul, stuck. “I decide to do good, but I don’t really do it; I decide not to do bad, but then I do it anyway” (Rm. 7:19, The Message).

God answered my question with one of his own: “What do I do when you disobey?” The answer followed quickly, “Love him my way.”

I confessed to Jonathan my need for God’s help to do what’s right and my trouble obeying. We talked about how God can help us, how he wants us to tell him about our struggles and how he gives hope when we feel like there’s no way we can do what we are supposed to do.

We need grace, mercy and hope. People can learn spiritual things through Bible lessons and mimicry, but they need a personal experience with God. Teaching them spiritual relationship skills enables them to experience Jesus and change their lives. They learn to have an ongoing conversation with God and a deep vibrant faith. They find a breathing, intimate relational God that jumps off the inked page of scripture and enters our three-dimensional world: a world in need of hope, full of hurt, sorrow and worry.

Let’s give others, especially our children, hope by teaching them to experience Jesus.

You were wearied with the length of your way, but you did not say, “It is hopeless”; you found new life for your strength, and so you were not faint (Is. 57:10, ESV).

How do you give hope to your children? How does your experience with God help you show others how to experience Jesus?

In Spiritual Life (Part 1), I shared that our spiritual knowledge doesn’t have to be perfect to teach. The upcoming Spiritual Life (Part 3), will contain lessons on how to regularly experience God.

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Spiritual Life (PART 1): Perfect Knowledge Unnecessary

“Will you show me how?” eight year old Jessie asked.

booksHas a child ever put you on the spot with a question? Maybe one you’ve been asking yourself? How can we respond when we don’t know the answer?

Jessie’s mother sat with her Bible, writing in a new purple book when Jessie asked, “What are you doing?”

Kathy sighed without looking up. “I’m doing the work Mrs. Robin asked me to do. Go play.”

Loaded with boredom’s energy and full of questions, Jessie couldn’t go play when another question had to be asked. “What does Mrs. Robin want you to do?”

Kathy stopped writing, slapped the book irritatedly and looked at Jessie.  “She challenged our class to seek a deeper relationship with God.” Kathy’s tone softened, “And gave us some homework to try.”

“Can I do it too? If Mrs. Robin thinks it’s good, I want to do it too. Please?”

TrainingKathy thought the word “homework” would send Jessie out to play, but it became obvious that Jessie had the same desire, to learn about God. She showed Jessie step by step how to do the exercises she was doing. After Kathy journaled a short prayer in the purple book, Jessie wrote hers beside her mother’s. Often Jessie asked questions in which Kathy had no answers. After praying for understanding, Kathy asked her pastor and leaders for guidance. Staying one step ahead, Kathy taught her daughter some tools to maintain, strengthen and develop a deep spiritual and intimate relationship with God.

We don’t have to know everything about God, the Bible or other spiritual matters to teach others. Even the wisest theologian doesn’t have all the answers because God has kept hidden some mysteries for which we must exercise trust and faith. Besides, if we have all knowledge but have not love, we have nothing (1 Corinthians 13:1-2, 8-9) for God is love (1 John 4:8, 16-17). Studying for knowledge is good. Memorizing the Bible is excellent. And serving the widows, orphans and prisoners is commanded. But mastering that and the other religious activities of our heritage isn’t the primary spiritual teaching. We need a personal God-experience to gain a hope that lasts. It’s not how much we know, but how much hope we have in who we know.

Imagine having a purple book with your child’s recorded conversations with God next to yours. That’s helping another find their God-experience.

“Knowledge puffs up, but love builds up” (1 Co 8:1, NIV). “Three things will last forever—faith, hope, and love—and the greatest of these is love” (1 Co 13:13, NLT).

Follow up with Spiritual Life (Part 2) and Spiritual Life (Part 3).

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