They shall build houses and inhabit them;
They shall plant vineyards and eat their fruit.

They shall not build and another inhabit;
They shall not plant and another eat;
For as the days of a tree, so shall be the days of My people,
And My elect shall long enjoy the work of their hands.

They shall not labor in vain,
Nor bring forth children for trouble;
For the shall be the descendants of the blessed of the Lord,
And their offspring with them.

-Isaiah 65:21-23

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Blessed of the Lord

by on Sunday, April 19, 2015
They shall build houses and inhabit them; They shall plant vineyards and eat their fruit. They shall not build and another inhabi...

A week out from Easter Sunday, and my heart still is rejoicing in a risen Savior. As I shared before, I feel the weight of the sacrifice the Lord made for us so many years ago.
I always look for ways to share the true meaning of Easter with my children: Jesus, love, sacrifice, pain, sin, forgiveness, death, the cross, humility, more love, life, regeneration, newness. . .

I thought that Easter Stories would be another way to cultivate my children's understanding of those sacred events that transpired around the Savior's death, burial, and resurrection. 

These stories were written by well-known authors, such as C.S. Lewis, Leo Tolstoy, and Oscar Wilde. What I like about this book is that the stories cause you to think, pause and reflect on how it is that this short story relays the Easter story. But, all the while, there is a single thread that knits the two: hope! The spiritual meaning behind theses stories is a great way to enhance daily devotions. The great writers also make this compilation; an excellent family read-aloud, which really can be enjoyed any time of the year.

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Today, we approached school by totally not schooling. It's Good Friday, and as is the tradition in our home, we do not do academic subjects. Instead, we turn our focus on the sacrifice Jesus made for us: death on a cross.

For Bible study, we've been making our way through the Gospel according to Matthew. This morning, we read through the account in Chapters 26 and 27: Jesus being seized in the garden of Gethsemane, Him being beaten and spat upon at Caiaphas' house, Peter denying Him three times, Jesus being led to Pilate, Judas committing suicide, Jesus being accused and scourged, Simon of Cyrene being compelled to carry His cross, Roman soldiers making a mockery of Him, and Him hanging there on a cross because of my sin. . .

Oh, how He loves me! What a mighty God we serve!

As my children took in this Gospel message, my heart felt as though it would burst. I get heavy this time of year, every year. The deeper I dig, the more I align my heart with His, the higher He takes me, the more the Spirit tweaks at my understanding of the burden Jesus bore on the cross for me.

I am overwhelmed, the tears flow, and the kids wonder. . .

I tell them that they'll have to excuse Mommy. The gravity of Jesus selfless act is not lost on me. Oh, how I pray and yearn for their little hearts to make those connections. I know it comes in time, it comes with hearing the Word, it comes by living and testing and trials, it comes by maturing in faith.

With tears choked back, I move forward in our day. We listened to this song and this one, and watched this video, while the kids created something to remember Good Friday.

"Lots of Crosses"
-3 year old 
"A King on a Cross"
"A Crown of Thorns"
"Darkness Covered the Land and The Three Crosses"

By this time, Husband came home early from work and the kids were babbling with excitement to him about what we did this morning. This gave me a moment to I slip away to my "secret closet" (translated: laundry room or garage) and let the tears flow. I stand it awe of a selfless Savior who died for me. I could never repay the debt I owe.

Now from the sixth hour until the ninth hour there was darkness over all the land. And about the ninth hour Jesus cried out with a loud voice, saying, "Eli, Eli lama sabachthani?" that is, "My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?" . . .
And Jesus cried out again with a loud voice, and yielded up His spirit.
Then, behold, the veil of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom; and the earth quaked, and the rocks were split. . .
So when the centurion and those with him, who were guarding Jesus, saw the earthquake and the things that happened, they feared greatly, saying, "Truly this was the Son of God!"
-Matthew 27:45-46, 50-51, 54
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