Getting Ready Is Half The Insanity

Ellie's birthday is Saturday. In preparation, we were trying to decide what kind of party it would be. Ellie has been studying some world history, which includes ancient Greek mythology. She is fascinated by the Greek culture, not to mention the amazing food. So when she came to us with the idea of a Greek party, we weren't surprised.

"...and everyone can come dressed as a different Greek god or goddess!" She announced in excitement, as we sat on the couch.

Biker Man and I exchanged glances, his being, "Wow, she is so imaginative, but it can't happen," mine was, "Go on, honey, you now have the floor."

After explaining why Christians don't endorse false gods at parties they host, and the long history of the persecution of the Christian church, she was satisfied.

"Well, then can I have an around the world party? Everyone can come dressed from a different country, and we can have food from around the world!"

Well, I cannot tell you how excited we are to host this party. We have invited our Master's Commission students as well as her playmates. Ellie really has a heart for missions, so planning her party has been helpful for homeschooling too. She has decided to be from China, Little Drummer Boy opted to be from Texas. "But that's not a country!" Ellie protested to him, his response was, "Well, I just want to be an American." So there you go.

So this week we are trying to get this house in order, decorate, and find something to put her nine candles in. Ellie doesn't like cake. Whaaaaaat? I know. But I'm sure we can figure something out. We're having hummus as our nod to Greece.

He's just not that impressed

A couple posts ago, I blogged about Wonder Woman. I was perusing my blog page tonight, and Little Drummer Boy caught a glimpse of the picture.
"Is that Wonder Woman?"
"Yes, it is."
"Why does she have stuff coming off her bracelets?"
"That's the bullets she's hitting away."
"Can we look at her doing that stuff? Like a video?" He looked up at me, and my mind went immediately to Lynda Carter and my childhood dreams of beating up bad guys and looking as cool as Diana.
"Sure," I said, going straight to youtube.

We looked through a couple boring tributes, and then hit gold.



I was reliving the thrill of the Lasso of Truth and the spinning, spinning, spinning that made her change complete (but somehow not dizzy).
I was sure Little Drummer Boy was going to say what I was already thinking, how cool is this?

He just had one question.
"Does she just always change into her bathing suit?"

Carrying Myself

We have had a bout of sickness in our house this week.
All week.
Fevers, coughing...and much much more I will spare you the details of.
As a result, both children are tired and sore, just from the overuse of certain muscles it takes to cough and...other things.
(See? I'm really trying to be socially polite. Aren't you impressed?)

Ellie was lying in bed about to go to sleep last night, when I came into her room.
"Mom, my legs hurt from carrying myself."
I really did try to suppress a smile, but was unsuccessful.
"Why are you smiling?"
"Because I love you so much. I'm sorry your legs hurt."
"It's okay, Mom. Love you, night," she replied, rolling over and closing her eyes.
"I love you too, baby," I said, kissing her.

I was still smiling as I walked into the living room, thinking about Ellie's comment.
Then it hit me.
How many times do I wear myself out from all the effort of trying to do everything I want to do for my family, ministry, and friends? It's pretty common, I think, with us girls.
And my legs have hurt from carrying myself.
Jesus was waiting all along to carry me when I was overwhelmed.
But sometimes, I just pick up rocks too heavy for me. (I don't have a link to the exact post, but Mama Belle wrote a post awhile back about laying down what Jesus hasn't asked you to carry. It's really good.)
Didn't our Father say, "Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light."

Wonder Women Worship

One of the weapons Wonder Woman had was a pair of bullet-proof bracelets. These bracelets were formed from a legendary shield belonging to a goddess. (It made me think of the shield of faith we have in our armor.)

With these indestructible bracelets, she could deflect any enemy fire, including automatic bullets and energy blasts. When slammed together, the bracelets were able create a violent force of energy that could make Superman’s ears bleed!

As women called and created to worship the Almighty God, we are armed with a similar weapon...the weapon of worship. When we worship, we are lifting up the name of Jesus, we are raising Him above anything else in our lives. In the Bible, there are many examples of worship to God bringing about victory. In Psalms, David said the God lives inside the praises of His people, and when He is praised, our enemies must run! In Acts, Paul and Silas began to praise the Lord, and an earthquake shook the prison where they were, setting them free. In the same way, today, when we worship God with hearts full of faith, there is nothing that can stand in our way!

Wonder Woman’s bracelets could also channel lighting. Just like her, when we worship the King of kings, Almighty God, we are tapping into a power greater than our own. The Creator of the universe is moving on our behalf!! Unlike the unseen forces at work in Wonder Woman’s weapons, God knows us, loves us, and is planning a future full of hope for us!