Welcome to those who read my blog..."The Contented woman"..

 

Today is a thinking day....

Im thinking about...how to be in the world but, not like it....

I was on facebook(just thought id get up to date) just trying to learn how to navigate it and looked at my childrens pages......OH MY !!!

Here is the link to my other blog "The Contented Women Now"...that has my full article...PLEASE follow as we try to see what God has for us as women and following The Bible....

 

My new blog...

http://thecontentedwomannow.blogspot.com/2015/01/hello-to-all-who-read_18.html

 

 

Bye for now....

~~~~***TERRI***~~~~

Hello to all that read this blog...

"The Contented Woman"...

I could not get in this blog for years and just did...WOW!!!

There have been many, many changes in my life and you will see when you read my other blog....

so PLEASE go to my other blog and here is the link to it....

 

http://thecontentedwomannow.blogspot.com/2015/01/hello-to-all-who-read_18.html

Raising kids or cows?

"Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old, he shall not depart from it"(Proverbs 22:6).

   God has honored mothers with the blessed privilege of being the daily trainer of their young children. He did not place this responsibility in Grandmas hands or with good friends, teachers, or babysitters. That does not mean that the others may not have to raise someone other than their own children. All of us mothers will stand before God one day and give an cccount of how we trained our children. To love our children is to devote ourselves fully to their training. If we fail here, we fail as a help meet. Husbands go away to work and leave their young children in our care. They trust us to train them up to be all that they can be. If we fail our children, we fail our husband, and we fail God.
   Some of the new commercial translations say, "Discipline up a child in the way he should go..." We will not put that text in bold because it does not deserve status as Scripture. Only someone who knows little about God and the Hebrew language and even less about children would trtanslate what God said in such a way. God said "train up,", not discipline up. The Hebrew word translated "train up" appears only four other times, and each time it is translated "dedicate." Parents train up their children by dedicating themselves, their time, and their children to that which God desires for them to become as an adult. That is not discipline; it is a commission from God to train them as a full-time occupation. Training up a child means showing them how to; make corn tortillas, pedal a bicycle, make up a bed, put toys away, cook for forty people in one hour, read, demonstrate respect for others, and a thousand other wonderful things. For a mother who loves her children, training is not a chore, it is a full-time consuming passion. They are worth every minute of time and trouble to every "dedicated" mother.
   Little Esther is only 5 years old. She is quite confident and competent in setting the table or folding the clothes. She knows the difference between the applications of cabbage and lettuce, because when she helps to make salad and slaw, her mother discusses the whys and wherefores of all that they are doing. When she is asked to wash the broccoli and cauliflower she knows the hows and whys, because mama has taken the time to explain in short sentences.
   Esther helps fold the clothes and put them away.
she knows all her colors, because from the earliest age she has helped separate dirty clothes into different color piles.  When Esther takes a book off the shelf, she chooses carefully, because she wants books that have words she can read. She can read many words, not because she has been officially schooled, but her her mother has always taken time to read to her, occasionally stopping to point out words and how to say them. All this has been fun.
 When Esther starts school she will alaready know how to read many words. Therefore, learning will not be a tense, fearful exercise but only a continuatin of her first five years of informal teaching. Her mother spends all day stimulating her developing mind with intriguing ideas.
   Esthers mother has 10 chldren, you may not, yet she is not to busy for Esther or her younger brother. Many little children are not so blessed as Esther. Some mothers treat their children as I treat my cows. I make sure they have good things to eat, clean water, and a place to exercise. If they show any signs of sickness, I attend tothem immediately.   
   This is good for cows, but i fyou raise kids like that, you're going to have a brood of little dummies.   
   Unlike your care for the cows, the training of your children is the deepest expression of your love for them.
Mothers, PLEASE don't take all of this and belittle yourself, because yo don't DO exactly as this mother did, but, take what God would have you do, PRAY, PRAY, PRAY, and listen to the Holy spirit whisper in your ear as to how to apply this.

"The woman who invests in a childs life will be the one the child loves and with whom the child bonds."


Love to all who read...
~~~TERRI~~~~~

I dont wanna be like MaMa...................

     I would like to share my story with you...It is simple but probably common, and it needs telling. When I was a child, I was always aware that my mom was distrustful of my dad. If one of us children did a bad thing, she was quick to deal with us,"so Daddy will not whip you too hard,"  If Dad was giong out to buy something, she would worry outloud that "he will be foolish in how he spends his money." When he got laid off, I remember her saying over and over,"I guess I need to learn to trade. Someone in this house has to work." I cannot fault her in any area of motherhood. She kept us fed, clothed, and warm. But when I think of my mother, I think of a worried, fretful, woman who was always ticked off at Dad. Our Home was tense. I have a few memories of her smiling. I cannot remember a time when she sat on Dads lap or danced around the room in playful fun. He was not a mean man. I remember hard whippings, but not any harder than the neighbor kids got. I remember him being interested in me. He taught me how to do simple things, fun things, but because of her, I always avoided Him. Us kids are grown now.
   My brother did great in his life. His marriage has been good, and his children seem well adjusted. When he was growing up, he was gone to work with Dad all the time. Us girls never went with Dad, and so we were at home listening to mom talk about how hard her life was.
   All of us girls had terrible youths, and we have all had bad marriage troubles. Our kids have not done well. , but we know Mom played a big part in our misery.  She still lays all the blame on Dad, although we all know he was just an average guy. I always knew I did not want to be that kind of wife and MaMa. I wanted my children to remember me as loving their dad and enjoying life. I did not care if we lived in the back of an old van and ate junk food. I wanted my children free of tension and the feeling that their dad was a jerk who had to be tolerated. My first marriage ended after a few short months. I determined when I married again that I would do it right. When I got married the second time, I lost my way and didn't even know it. When I realized that we would have to move becaus  my husbands company was down sizing, and he was out of work, I packed in bitterness, while silently accusing him of not being a good provider and forcing me out of my lovely home. Then one day I looked up at him and saw the same lost look on his face that I had seen on my dads face a thousand times when Mom was "taking care of the family". I was just like my mother!!! Something inside me broke, and I hated the "wonderful person I was", It was then I remembered my promise to myself to never be like my "condeming" mom.
   I had bought your "Joy in training" DVDs and marriage tapes months before our move, but had not watched them. I knew the time had come. I settled doen in the living room among the boxes, and before long the whole family had joined me. We laughed and laughed at the big old mountain man telling the funny stories.
   We sent the children to bed and finished the "Wives honor your husbands" tape. My laughter turned to weeping, and my kind husband held me in his arms while I begged for forgiveness. I cannot tell you how changed our family i! . My husband is thinking of starting a business. He has wanted to for years, but my fear of failure has held him back. NO MORE!! If we end up living in a van, thats ok. I am  sad for lost ground with my children. More then anything, for my daughters, I want to break this ugly chain, of bitter, critical womanhood. I have asked their forgiveness and found they were glad to be over this tension. They know that from now on, theyr are going to have a a mama who thinks their daddy is the greatest, guy. I am so ashamed when I think of all the earthly hell I have put him through. Our children are going to grow up secure in love, NOT insecure in a spotless house, insurance paid, and name-brand clothes. Life has never been sooooo good. Better late then neve I guess...
From all of us, a great big thanks!!
Shelia

This woman is obeying the Word Of God; she is loving her children by loving their Daddy. 

Are YOU????


Love to who read....
~~~***TERRI***~~~