Monday, October 26, 2015

Celebrate Halloween??

Celebrate Halloween?  Probably not. 
Participate in trick-or-treating & community?  Yes.

I grew up in a fairly conservative family & community.  (for which I am thankful.)  I mean, we didn't go to movies or dances.  We didn't play with playing cards.  But.. we did go trick-or-treating.  And, we often dressed in ghost & witch costumes, mostly b/c that's what we had.  Plus, it was easier to cover the 2 layers of long underwear one needed in order to trick-or-treat in Aroostook County at the end of October!  I'm quite certain that my grandparents, who handed out pencils, and my great Uncle Glenn & others did not see anything wrong with trick-or-treating.  Or no one would have done it!

However, while I was in college I became aware of the dark things that happen during Halloween.  I believe these things truly happen & obviously I want no part in them.  So at that time I decided that my children would not go trick-or-treating. 

For those who have also decided that, and kept with it, I totally understand why.  I don't understand why houses seem to now be decorated more for Halloween than for Christmas.  I'm not a fan of scary costumes & decor.  I've even had to draw a line with invitations we have received & have had to say 'no' to something that used Satanic symbols and seemed too dark. 

When Noelle was 2 years old and Micah was about 2 months old we bought a house & moved to Pearl Street.  We had neighbors who enjoyed watching our children swing & draw with chalk.  We lived fairly close to our neighbors and they all knew that every Sunday morning & every Sunday night we left our home, dressed up. 

When I started living in a community, it changed my view of trick-or-treating.
I saw that Halloween was a way that I could connect with my neighborhood.  Kids were coming to my door & I could give them unique treats, plus a tract about Christ.  I think there has only been one time I've been home for trick-or-treaters, b/c we've always been out, but that year I gave out crayons &
pencils & stickers & erasers & tracts.  

Halloween is National Evangelism Day b/c people are coming to YOU!  If you give out tracts at Halloween, you should give the best treats on your street!  My kids no longer trick-or-treat, but we always loved small bags of chips, gummies, pencils & stickers.

My next-door neighbor invited us in for a party!  This was the real eye-opener for me!  Our first invitation to come in & it was for a Halloween party!  Now, I'm really awkward at parties!  Probably everywhere there are people, but especially at parties!  But I went, with my children, because these neighbors who knew we were Christians, I wanted to show love & friendliness to them.  Our other next-door neighbors bought special presents for my kids!  So when I came to their door, both Noelle & Micah had a special bag just full of stuff!  Some friends at work did a similar thing,years later, plastic pumpkins filled with goodies for all 3 kids. 


And so... we trick-or-treated.  We met our neighbors.  We enjoyed the fun.  We did 'Sight Night', collecting used glasses for the needy.  We used the hard candy we received for our Operation Christmas Child shoeboxes.  We saved our mini m&m's for Christmas cookies.  We used candy for our gingerbread houses.  We threw candy away!  We learned self-regulation. 

We had a blast pretending.  We rarely purchased anything for costumes, mostly using what we had.  Noelle has been:  a ladybug, Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, an Amish girl, a princess, a soccer player, a veterinarian, a fairy, Katniss, a knight, and a farm girl w/ a goat!  Micah has been a lion, an Amish boy, a construction worker, a policeman, a turkey hunter, an elephant, Gimli, and a pirate. 

There is a big reason why I almost like Halloween.  And that is that in 2006, when Micah was 3 years old, he accepted Christ as his Savior while we were carving pumpkins!!  These pictures are from that very day:




I remember this day very clearly.  I was a single mom & doing the best that I could.  We were doing the simplest of devotionals.  I still have it and we read it again yesterday while we carved our pumpkins.
It is put out by CTA and it says:
"God comes to us and picks us up from a lonely, cold field.  He washes off all the dirt of our sin.  He removes the seeds of doubt, fear, and hate that have grown inside us.  Then He places within us the light of His love.  This love warms our hearts.  What was once filled with darkness is now flooded with light.  That love puts a smile on our face!  Now the whole world can see God's love shining in us!  Got SHINE for the Lord as you Share His Incredible News Everywhere!  Matthew 5:14-16:   You are the light of the world... Let your light so shine."  

We talked about how God takes the yucky sin out of us & puts His light in us.  And that precious little boy lifted both little arms to the ceiling & said that he wanted Jesus.  

So you see, it's hard for me to hate Halloween when my son accepted Christ during a Halloween-ish object lesson!  These are precious memories and nearly every year since we have carved pumpkins and told a similar devotional.  A great one is this book:

So maybe you don't do anything for Halloween, and that's okay.  Or maybe you pass out neat treats & tracts.  Or maybe you go trick-or-treating.  Consider that perhaps your Christian friends who are doing Halloween-ish things are participating in their community & getting to know their neighbors and also having fun!

Friday, October 23, 2015

936 Saturdays

The first 52 Saturdays were filled with nursing & cloth diapers & stroller rides & visits to Grandpa & Grammie's house. 

Next came 52 Saturdays of spending time w/ Daddy & learning to walk & Saturday night baths & snuggles. 

52 Saturdays of walking around the block & to the playground & sledding & snow-man building. 
52 Saturdays of Home Depot projects & Shriner clowns & splitting time between parents. 
52 Saturdays of birthday parties & dance recitals & Chutes & Ladders & making cookies. 

(Time is passing quickly.)

It's school time now.  52 Saturdays of Kidgits events & reading homework & playing dress-up.  52 Saturdays of AWANA verses & Little House on the Prairie & visits w/ Daddy.  52 Saturdays of Saturday morning cartoons & Playmo 'Merica & game nights & family devotions. 

We're homeschooling & it's 52 Saturdays of educational events & movie nights & still the Saturday night baths & snuggles.  52 Saturdays of sleepovers & bottle-feeding goats & serving others & campfires.  52 Saturdays of shopping for clothes & pumpkin carving & cleaning bedrooms & singing together.

52 Saturdays of summer camp & mission trips & Grandpa & Grammie's house. 52 Saturdays of camping & going on walks & cousins.  52 Saturdays of sleeping in & musicals & reading books & youth group parties.  

And then I blinked and all of a sudden there are only less than 200 left!  How did we get down to 20%?  Those hours of laundry & hiking & homework & housecleaning & dishes had seemed so long
Ahead of us we have Saturdays of driving & first jobs & babysitting & dating (?).  Saturdays of homework & piling wood & summer visitation & friends & Africa. 

Oh, it hasn't been perfect.  But if we had it to do over again, we would just make different mistakes. 

936 Saturdays.  That's what we get. 
Now, that's not all we get.  (Lord willing).  But that is what we get for childhood. And they need those 936 Saturdays . For the foundation of their lives.  For security & roots & spiritual training & family & traditions & work ethic & boredom & to get enough sleep.

I don't want to squander them.  I don't want to say, "Oh, we'll do family devotions next Saturday." 
While it is still called today...
Redeeming the time...

I truly struggle with my messy house.  But I will not look back at those precious, dear 80% of my daughter's childhood Saturdays, and wish I had spent one minute more cleaning than I did. 
We've lived life.  And we've squeezed as many drops of joy out as we could.

This day is never going to come 'round again.  And like a snowball rolling down a mountain, time is picking up speed and seems to have a cumulative effect, getting faster & faster the closer we get to 18 years of age. 

If it's been a grumpy Saturday.... I can be thankful that I have opportunities to discipline.
If it's been a sleepy Saturday.... How wonderful to know that home is a place where we can just BE. 
If it's been a serving Saturday.... Who better to serve with than my family!

We share the joys and our finite Saturdays.  We share Jesus & our faith. 
We mamas... we set the tone.  Dig your heels in and s-l-o-w- it- d-o-w-n. 
In your own way, in a way that works for your family.
The chaos & the mess & the 'musts' that really aren't can wait.  Because there will only be one Saturday when my son is 12 years and 3.5 months old.  There will only be one Saturday when my daughter is 14 years and 3 months old.
I don't want to miss it.