Prayer Bracelets

So I am writing a series of posts as I go through the book, Large Family Logistics. This month I will be writing on: 

Chapter 2: Goals-My Prayer Life

Praying for my family is a huge priority to me, but honestly, sometimes I feel rushed as I go through my prayer list in the mornings. 

I get distracted.
I linger on one child and don't get to everyone.
Someone spills their whole bowl of cereal milk on another child and I have to go put that 'fire' out before I finish my list.

Anyone else relate? :)

Anywho...I wanted to share a simple idea that has helped me be more intentional in praying over my family.

Have you read this magazine? 
(If not, go subscribe. It's  free:).)

I have been a subscriber since my oldest was a baby (close to over 20 years)! It has been a great source of encouragement throughout different seasons of my mothering.

This past issue had a great article from Pam Fields on Prayer Bracelets! I knew immediately this was what I was looking for to help me in praying over my family.

Pam writes about Aaron's garments which held the names of tribes of Israel...

 "So Aaron shall bear the names of the sons of Israel in the breastpiece of judgment on his heart, when he goes into the Holy Place, to bring them to regular remembrance before the Lord." 

Exodus 28:29

And an idea was born to carry her own tribe before the Lord daily with a visual reminder in the form of Prayer Bracelets.

So I gathered these items (most found on sale at Hobby Lobby) and started making my own prayer bracelets.

(Not pictured is clear stretchy cord and E600 glue.)

(I picked black and gray because those are the usual colors I wear each day.) :)

In the morning, I put the bracelets with Dale's and our children's names on my right wrist. Then throughout the day as I pray for each person, I will move the bracelets, one-by-one to my left wrist. At the end of the day, I pull off the bracelets to start all over the next day.

Let me tell you, this has changed my world:).

I still pray in the morning. However, if I am interrupted before I finish my family list, I know I have the whole day to remind myself to pray.

Now, when I drive, I am reminded by the bracelets, who I still need to lift up in prayer. If I haven't moved all the bracelets over during the day, I find myself intentionally praying while I do chores or waiting in lines. 

It has become a visual reminder to my family that I am praying for them. And has even caused me to be more intentional to pray for those linked to my children...their future spouses, co-workers, teachers, etc.

Such a simple concept with eternal benefits:).

Side Note: I debated about making these bracelets because I didn't want to be legalistic/ritualistic about my prayer life. Some of my most heartfelt prayers came when all I could utter was, "Jesus, I need you." But, I feel the Holy Spirit has used these to prompt me to pray and I find myself praying over different areas in my children's lives. More so than when I was just going down my morning list. So if this could be a benefit, then please copy. But if you feel it will become guilt-ridden ("haven't moved my bracelets today") then maybe you can find another way to help you on your prayer journey. It is all about grace:). Blessings, Karen

Do you have any ideas of how you intentionally pray for your family?

Gathering

Over 5 years ago, I started a group in my home going through this book...

We just moved into a new home (well, new to me) and I was wanting to do something different. 

I remembering sitting on my couch thinking I wanted my 40's to be different. 

I desired community and realized that I didn't have to wait to find the perfect community. 

I could start gathering one in my home.

So, we dove into this book...one chapter at a time.😊

I learned a lot from those meetings...

⏩How to succinctly lead conversations. (I cringe about how long-winded I was at those meetings😊.) 

⏩How to be gracious to other people's ideas and opinions. 

⏩How to listen. 

⏩How to apologize. 

⏩How to taking constructive ;) criticism. 

⏩How to pray for others. 

⏩How to value different points-of-view.

⏩How to be hospitable.

I grew exponentially in a short amount of time. I made some dear, precious friends.

And then I felt God said it was time to stop. 

So I did. 

And my life got real busy with potty training and ACTs and relative's chemo treatments and church activities and washing 500,000,000 loads of laundry...

(But I did miss that group of friends.)

This past week, I picked up that book again. I am in a different season now. Many categories are not applicable, but there are still some good nuggets of wisdom to be gleaned.

I plan to do a series of posts over this book. And I hope that will spur into some different type of gatherings in my home as I work through it.

So...April is my birthday month and I want to start my new birth year with Chapter 2: Goals. 

Setting clearly-defined goals is an important part of faithful stewardship.

Where there is no vision, the people perish: but he that keepeth the law, happy is he.

Proverbs 29:18 (KJV)

First Goal: My Prayer Life 

(stay tuned) 😊

Have you read this book?

Do you have any suggestions or books on developing a prayer life?

Gallery Walls

I love gallery walls. I think it is because I love quirkiness and I am a collector of things:).

Anyway, here are some of the gallery walls in my home.

This is one of the first ones I did. My living room is neutral. 

I started this cross collection with the black wooden sign. The song lyrics is one of my favorite songs and one of the first songs Samantha loved to sing at age 2:).

We just completed this one over the winter break. My den has an Americana, rustic look, so this went on one of the walls.

Some people do not like the randomness of gallery walls, but for me that is the fun part.

How about you? Do you have any gallery walls in your home?

JOY!
Karen

Pulling Me Home

Today is Mom's Day.

I love being a mom.

Deeply. 

I do cry a lot, pray a lot, analyze a lot, ask forgiveness a lot, marvel a lot, sigh a lot, fret a lot, let go a lot and most days feel like I give a lot.

But I also receive a lot.

Today as I counted roses to put in vases for my mom and mom-in-love, my mommy heart breathed in deeply.

1-2-3-4-5-6...

6 roses to represent my six babies.

And there Number 5 rose caused me to linger a little while longer on the bouquet.
Tears falling silently on the velvet petals.

My Number 5.

Oh, how she is missed.

Sometimes, when my children are all at the kitchen table (which gets rarer and rarer these days), I have this faint feeling that I am still waiting for someone. Like the last guest hasn't arrived to the party yet.

It is fleeting. 

It is just a thin thread that runs through my mind. 

But it is there.

That thread of 'waitfulness' weaves with the threads of joy and fullness and contentment and happiness and love and blankets my soul. A soul that longs for the day when all things will be made 'new.' 

And then this thread extends out to others. Those that carry the sadness of ashes, having faith that this is where He makes beauty spring forth. 

This thread tethers us together as we journey 'home.' 

Where, one day, at the end of this thread, I will find Him. And see He is using that thread to pull me to Him.

And then I will continue on to find her.

And I will finally feel like the party can begin.

Heartstrings

When I was little, I came from a home that didn't recognize many traditions. My mother did her best, but being from another country, she really didn't know how to incorporate Western traditions into our home. And because of her harsh and humble upbringing, she didn't have the memories to incorporate Asian traditions either. So I found myself desiring that sense of identity even before I got married.

When I started dating Dale I would look forward to visiting his mom's house at the beginning of every season. She would decorate her table to match the seasons...paper mache Santas, raffia Easter trees, Spring tulips, poinsettias... Dale grew up with all this and probably took for granted, but it was such a draw for me. As soon as we got married, I collected nativities and Easter eggs and hearts to rotate through the season. I started establishing certain traditions in our home, even before we started having kids. I am not sure Dale even realized it :).

Then when we started having kids, traditions started taking roots...

It's a Wonderful Life played during Christmas tree decorating...elaborate birthday dinners picked by the birthday person... special, fancy Valentine's dinner... green mashed potatoes on St. Patrick's Day...

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Through the years I have questioned myself on the traditions I have started. Sometimes it seems like a lot of work, and I have tried to streamline many of them along the way. But at the end of the day, I am glad that Dale and I poured ourselves in taking the time to make those memories. In our big family, sometimes people can get lost in the shuffle. Maybe someone didn't listen to his sibling long enough when she was describing her day. Or maybe someone needs an extra dose of love and affirmation. Traditions seem to help ground our family. It makes us stop and really focus on those who live with us under the same roof. 

When everyone goes their own way and begin their own families, I pray that they will remember the times we invested in them through love, words of affirmation, prayers and celebrations. I pray this will help tie our family's heartstrings together . I pray that these roots of traditions will blossom into love in their hearts and help stabilize them in a shaky, harsh world. 

And I pray that they will always know that no matter where their worlds may take them, they will always have a place at our table...green mashed potatoes and all. :)

Our "fancy" Valentine's Dinner

Making homemade pizza for our dinner

Bible Time

Through the years, we have tried different ways to incorporate Family Bible Time. This year, I stumbled on a great resource...The Bible Project.

We start off as a family watching the video over viewing the book in the Bible we are going to read. Then we start reading the chapters in the book. Or we mix-it up and find an audio version of the chapter to listen to as we read along.

The kids have loved the videos and even beg me to go onto the next. My 11-year-old even read ahead in his Bible to see what would come next. And my four-year-old drew pictures (with the help of her older sister) as we listened and I could recognize key themes/figures in our reading: Noah, Tree of Good and Evil, Adam and Eve:).

Reading the Bible is so important. There are no greater joys as a mom than to see my children love His Word and have a heart for Him. :)

Small

Have you ever had one of those days when you felt 'small'?

Today was one of those days. 
(Which is kinda funny because my word of the year is 'small'.)

I woke up and felt a heavy burden that pushed on my chest, weighing me down until I felt very...small.

I opened social media and read about friends having a great time together that morning and my heart sank and I felt really...small.

I looked at my calendar and saw all my deadlines ahead of me, my throat started closing in and I felt extremely...small.

I saw all the housework in front of me and the tears started bubbling up and I felt tremendously...small.

The more the day progressed, the more small and depressed I became.

I wanted to post, text, Instagram... 

"Hey, do you see me? Do you remember me? I really could use a friend right now."

And then I remembered to look up.

In the big scheme of things, I am small.
But He is big.
And He knows every small detail of my life.
I am not invisible to Him.
He truly gets me and He loves me.
In fact the Bible says..

 "You have kept count of my tossings;

put my tears in your bottle.

Are they not in your book?" (Psalm 56)

So my tears turned into prayers and I knew He was storing them in His bottle.

When I am small, He is big. 

I can run to His big, loving arms and feel swallowed up in His big love. 

And you know what? I really don't mind feeling small anymore.