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A letter to our teachers today

12.17.12

Dear ….

Over the last several weeks, we’ve been doing advent readings every night at dinner. These readings have been preparing our hearts for Christmas in a significant way as we talk together about things like what it means that God came down to rescue us in the form of a baby. We’ve been talking about the choice to love and what it means to sacrifice.

Christmas gives an opportunity to talk more about sacrifice as we give and receive gifts. But, nothing could better demonstrate sacrifice to them than the stories of the teachers who gave their lives Friday to protect the children in their care. We spent some time talking with them about what happened and how sad it is that we live in a broken world but that there is hope even in that brokenness–we’ve been reading about that hope every night.

We do all we can to protect our children. As parents, we worry and fret and often try to micromanage and keep things as much under our control as possible! But, as you know full well, we can’t always be with them, guarding them at every step. What a blessing to know that when we drop them off every morning at 8:20 and drive away from that school, they are in the hands of people like those teachers in Connecticut who would sacrifice to protect them at great cost as well. And, we can rest knowing that they are ours only for time and really belong to the God who made them, the only one is always with them at every step.

Thank you for your service and commitment to my child and to the children who have filled your classroom over the years. On behalf of every parent whose child you have sacrificed for on a daily basis and would sacrifice for if needed, thank you.

Genuinely,
Kelly

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: why can't they just stay little forever

Teaching Sacrifice {what, why, how}

12.16.12

Well, I’m sorry. You can’t keep playing wii. We’re going to our friend’s house as a family. You need to learn how to sacrifice what you want sometimes.

I know you want to buy that game, but you also need to buy some gifts yet. You’re going to have to sacrifice what you want so that you can buy the gifts you want to give.

I know you both want that toy. I see that clearly. Why don’t you make the decision this time to sacrifice a little and let her have it?

Sacrifice. The act of giving up something valuable to you whether it be time, treasure, or desire for the sake of something else regarded as more important or worthy.

We all want our children to learn to sacrifice. But, I confess that I’ve made a mistake as I’ve led my children. I’ve focused too much on the act of giving up something valuable.

The truth is–true sacrifice is costly. That is what makes it a sacrifice after all. If giving something up costs us nothing, it isn’t a sacrifice by definition. When we give away a box of things to someone who can use them, if we didn’t like them, couldn’t wear them, and/or couldn’t sell them, it’s really not a sacrifice. Sacrifice hurts–sometimes a little, sometimes a lot. The cost is felt regardless.

But, true sacrifice also reaps a gain. Call it counterintuitive; but, it’s true. There is more to sacrifice than simply the pain. We don’t just sacrifice to play the martyr. We empty ourselves of time, treasure, or desire for the sake of something greater. Sacrifice is purposeful. Our sacrifices produce change. The hearts of others around us are changed, even when we don’t see it. And, our hearts are also changed in the process. And, changed hearts means changed lives. When we make hard choices of sacrifice, somehow God works in our hearts in such a way that pride and self-centeredness become less without us even knowing it, and our love for others grows. The something greater is softened hearts, healed relationships, and changed lives.

I’ve erred by focusing too much on their cost–give it up, let her have it, give in this time. But, the truth is, they are on the receiving end all the time of the sacrifice of others. I know that full well, and I want them to know that. Their gifts under the tree at our house and the trees at their aunts and uncles and grandparents’ houses–they are tangible reminders of sacrifice. The gifts may be just what they wanted or maybe not at all what they wanted. But, every scotch-taped together package with paper they get to rip, it has their name on it, written on a tag as an act of sacrifice–it costs someone something whether that cost seems great to us or not, and it reaps a gain. Every gift is a blessing, blessing them in one way or another and the gift giver when they show him or her their gratitude.

I know that’s not the view of the masses. Maybe people find it reminiscent of the I-brought-you-into-this-world.-I-can-take-you-out-of-it mentality. One person commented on one of my previous posts where I talked about my kids understanding sacrifice with this:

I don’t agree that children should be aware of their parents’ sacrifices for their Christmas presents. . . . No child should be made to feel guilty for their Christmas presents, and no parent should want them to feel that way.

This is not about feeling guilty. I want them to know that people have made the choice that blessing them is more important or worthy.

Isn’t that what advent is about? 

We’re reading The Jesus Storybook Bible for advent this year (here’s the plan we’re following). Early on, we read about Noah. We read all about sacrifice there.

The first thing Noah did was to thank God for rescuing them, just as he had promised. And the first thing God did was make another promise. ‘I won’t ever destroy the world again.’ And like a warrior who puts away his bow and arrow at the end of a great battle, God said, ‘See, I have hung up my bow in the clouds.’ And there, in the clouds–just where the storm meets the sun–was a beautiful bow made of light. It was a new beginning in God’s world. It wasn’t long before everything went wrong again but God wasn’t surprised, he knew this would happen. That’s why, before the beginning of time, he had another plan–a better plan. A plan not to destroy the world, but to rescue it–a plan to one day send his own Son, the Rescuer. God’s strong anger against hate and sadness and death would come down once more–but not on his people, or his world. No, God’s war bow was not pointing down at his people. It was pointing up, into the heart of Heaven.

It’s because of His sacrifice, His costly and purposeful sacrifice for us that we know we are loved and we are able to love others and make the choice to sacrifice.

Maybe I should make a few changes. They are subtle, but I think there’s a whole different message. And, maybe the result and the process to get there would look different.

I’m sorry. You can’t keep playing wii. We’re going to our friend’s house as a family. I know it’s hard to sacrifice what you want sometimes; I know that myself because it’s hard for me too. But, I promise you that it’s worth it. It may not feel like it when you feel upset now, but going to our friend’s house together now is more important than playing wii? Maybe later we can talk about why that is.

I know you want to buy that game, but you also need to buy some gifts yet. You may have to sacrifice what you want so that you can buy the gifts you want to give. That isn’t easy. I had to do that too this year. But, you know what? I don’t really miss that thing that I gave up in order to buy the gifts I bought for others. And, I can’t wait to give those gifts this year especially the ones that I put a lot of heart into.

I know you both want that toy. I see that clearly. Why don’t you make the decision this time to sacrifice and let her have it? It is hard to do that, but it shows her how much you love her. And, next time, she will be more willing to sacrifice for you. That’s what being a family is about, sacrificing for each other all the time.

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: parenthood, words about faith

Where is He?

12.15.12

I have a friend who was suffering this morning. Knowing she was in pain, as I prayed for her, I texted her this verse:

The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in Spirit. Psalm 34:18


It was only minutes later that I heard the news and began to realize the great number of broken hearts today.

Where is He? How do I reconcile this to my children?

He is near. 

We’ve read everyday this month of His love story, of broken people who need a rescuer and the rescuer who gives everything to draw us near. That’s what advent is–His coming near. And, that is what we must cling to.

Evan, Ashlyn, Drew, and Lydia, I want you to know this.

No, this isn’t what God wanted for His children. This was not His design. I don’t understand why this happened. We don’t get it. You may hear things at school next week about what happened today. You may hear stories from other kids. Some may try to joke about it just because they don’t know what else to say about it. And, that’s not okay. Because this is really bad, and there are many many people with broken hearts right now because of what happened today. It’s bad, and our world is so broken that it makes our chests hurt. The depth of sin is so deep. And, our need for a savior is nothing short of urgent.

Know He is near.

Know He is so sad.

And, know He somehow brings peace where there is chaos in His timing. I don’t know how. We can’t imagine it sometimes. But, He somehow does it because He loves us with a never ending love that is way bigger than we can ever even imagine, deeper than the biggest ocean, bigger than the biggest mountain.

He is near to the brokenhearted. He could be nowhere else. He’s all about broken hearts.

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Made in China {a new perspective}

12.12.12

He was a quarter at a yard sale. I thought he was cute–soft suede-like material and a retro look about him. He fit perfectly in the girls’ room that has a bit of a vintage feel to it. So, there he sits upon a stack of antique books on Ashlyn’s dresser, presiding over a Lego mini figure, a wind-up toy, and other plastic things that have been sitting collecting dust. While we’ve cleaned out a half dozen times since this guy came home, he’s consistently made the cut. Just something about him that we all took a liking to.

The same photographer, Michael Wolf, who took the 100×100 pictures I shared 9 months ago produced another project called The Real Toy Story. When I clicked on the link, the first picture I saw was this one.

There he was. The dog sitting upon her dresser that we’ve never even named. There he was in the hands of young women who have performed one step in his construction, perhaps attaching thousands upon thousands of fluffy yellow hats.

And, there were more pictures, all from 5 toy factories in China where 75% of the world’s toys are made.

Where migrant workers travel far from home to pursue a better life for themselves. Some are very young, quitting school to make money. Some have children they leave behind with grandparents. Each one, working hard, oftentimes 6 or 7 days a week from 8 in the morning until 10 at night, for about $240 a month including overtime hours.

Where they live in dorms there at the factories with 10-15 people in a room, oftentimes 50 people to one bathroom, a bathroom where running water is shut off at night to save money.
They are not faceless pawns in globalization there simply to satisfy our wants. Each one of these workers is independent and ambitious, hopeful and driven. Each one of the 130 million migrant workers in China has a story, one that we somehow get entangled in through little red sueded dogs.

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Filed Under: China

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