The Favorite Child

Anyone who’s had a child or been a child has most likely heard or used the phrase, “They’re your favorite!” once or twice in their lives.  It happened in my house since I was a child; I would constantly tell my mom that I thought my little brother, Jon, was her favorite.

My children carry on this tradition today.  Just recently, there was back and forth antics on Facebook over who was my favorite with even McKenna’s best friend, Nevada, getting in the mix saying she was sure that SHE was the one that was the favorite! There’s no winning no matter what you say!

The truth is, I love all of my children equally and yet differently.  I love McKenna’s perseverance.  I love Peyton’s tenacity.  I love Rylan’s independence.  They’re each unique in their situations and each has had their own trials and tribulations.  I have to mold the love I have for them in ways that speak specifically to their hearts.  The way for McKenna is different than the way for Peyton.

God also loves us in this unique way.  We are each His children.  He doesn’t love one more than the other.  But just like our children have their own little nuances, God’s children need different kinds of ways sometimes to see God’s love for them.  I believe He recognizes this in His children shows us His love in individual ways that we can feel and see that are known to us.  It’s beautiful, really, that He loves us equally but differently.

This Mother’s Day, celebrate the uniqueness that is you to your mother and the specialness that is your child to you!  Happy Mother’s Day to every favorite mom out there from your favorite children!

Love,

Erin

P.S.  Happy Mother’s Day, Mom, from your TRUE favorite child!

No Fear

Andros, my grandson, just got a “bike” a few weeks ago.  And not just any bike…he got a PW50.  What is that, you ask?  It’s a dirt bike.  Yes, you read that right.  My two-year-old grandson has a legit dirt-bike-motorcycle-death-trap.  Just kidding—it’s not a death trap, but Andros can now go 30 mph on a dirt track and he’s barely two feet tall!

Andros has grown up the last two years watching his dad drift cars and ride bikes, so it only seems natural that he would want in on the action.  McKenna has been sending me videos of him riding first on straight patches of field, now progressing to a track with hills and turns.  They have special training wheels attached, but he barely uses them!  Andros. Has. No. Fear.

Which got me to thinking…why do WE when it comes to sharing the gospel?!  I know I’ve written on this subject before, but it bears repeating.  It’s especially relevant to me now with current situations in my life.  We should not be afraid to share the gospel with our friends, with our loved ones, with our neighbors and even our enemies!  Sometimes, we fear looking like the weird one, but we shouldn’t.  Jesus came to save us through a death, burial and resurrection.  People thought He was weird with the things He was teaching.  But He taught it anyway!

Your opportunity to share the gospel with someone may be the only time they get to hear it.  It’s important that people know and hear about the love of God before it’s too late.  I falter at this.  Sometimes, I miss the opportunity because I don’t want to “make waves” or cause an argument with someone who believes differently.  But all you need to do is plant the seed! God will water and grow it!

Let’s strive to more like Andros in this situation and learn to HAVE NO FEAR!

~Erin

A Boy and His Bike
McKenna had to take a shot of her sweet boy on the track!

 

A Hungry Soul

“Do NOT come into this kitchen.  I’m making something that’s a surprise.”  That’s what I was told around noon today by Peyton.  Never mind that my office is the room next to the kitchen, and the only way out is THROUGH the kitchen.

This week for her has been a week of trying new things.   Cooking seems to be something she’s really enjoying at the moment, and we’ve definitely reaped the rewards.  On Monday, as I was hosting the Table 8 Zoom Bible Study, she was busy making a homemade apple pie.  (Even the crust was scratch.)  Today, her surprise?  Beautiful and delicious pretzels.  And can I just add she made a homemade cheese sauce for dipping.  I was thrilled!  As the aroma of some kind of bread was drifting throughout the house, I informed her she’d be lucky if she got to taste any of whatever she was making if I got to it first! She was so proud of herself!

I love that she’s been trying new things, and her desire to start cooking actually made me think of a verse I’d seen in Psalm 107:

For He has satisfied the thirsty soul, and the hungry soul He has filled with what is good. –Psalm 107:9

Now, don’t judge here.  I know the psalmist wasn’t talking about all the apple pie or pretzels you can eat.  But God feeds our souls in the same way.  Our bodies need fuel to survive and to survive well.  God not only provides us with the sustenance that maintains our physical life, He provides the nourishment we need for our spiritual lives.

Every day, when we open our bibles, we take a bite.  When we cross-reference a verse, we eat a portion.  When we converse with our heavenly Father through prayer, we are filled up with daily bread.  When we cry out to Him in our trials and praise Him for His perfectness, we are satisfied with His provision.

Thank you, God, for the perfect portion of what is good.

~Erin

The Perfect Pretzel

Dear Diary

Day 4:  This could be interesting!  It’s an opportunity to really bond with my child and spend that time under one roof.  I’ll learn so much about her.

Day 20:  This is interesting.  It takes 12 steps to walk from my couch to the refrigerator and it’s the exact same amount of steps from my office to the refrigerator.

Day 32:  Interesting.  My daughter can say “yes, mother” in a way that evokes slight fear that I should sleep with one eye open.

Day 48:  I wonder what would happen if I took a four-hour shower.  Do you think they’d leave me alone?

Day 127:  Can I social distance from myself?

And so goes the days of shelter-in-place orders here in California.  I’ve officially been sheltered in place for four weeks….28 days of little interaction with the “outside.”  And, like Emily wrote last week, this is really starting to suck.

All of these great intentions that I’ve had for all this extra time have flown out the window, and I’d give anything to order at an actual restaurant and sit in an actual booth and hold an actual menu and laugh with an actual server.  But that’s just not how it is anymore.  And the reality is that it’s not going to be that way for a while.  And some days, it’s a little harder to deal with than others.

I find myself going from high to low to high again depending on how “claustrophobic” I feel in the house.  I wonder if that’s what David felt when he battled his own feelings of depression and despair.  One moment, he’s favored and then next, he’s despised.  While my circumstances might not be the same, my feelings of despair and loneliness mimic his own.

As I wade through what feels like Day 164, I hold to Psalm 18:19.

He brought me forth also into a broad place; He rescued me, because He delighted in me.

A broad place…Matthew Henry’s Commentary read like this, “He brought me forth also out of my straits into a large place, where I had room, not only to turn, but to thrive in.”  I don’t have to feel that claustrophobia that depression brings during a season like this.  He’s given me room to breathe and trust Him.  Thank you, God, for a broad place that gives you ample room to help me with my struggles.

~Erin

The options are endless.

Pajamas and Bed Head

Is getting dressed an essential part of my essential shelter-in-place order?  I mean, pajamas and bed head DO count as work wear these days, don’t they?  I’ve seen the memes going around that talk about not knowing what day of the week it is, and I had to laugh because that’s legitimately how I feel!  I usually base my knowledge of what happened during a week by, ‘it happened on Monday because it was right before Bible Study’ or ‘I saw them on Thursday because that’s my grocery shopping day.’ It never dawned on me when we started quarantine life two weeks ago that I’d actually have to look at a calendar to know what day it is.

And don’t even get me started on the made up words!  I read the other day that someone was “quaranteleworkingish” and today I told Peyton her “quarantEaster Basket” was probably going to be small this year!

These days, life can seem so scary and uncertain.  We’re left with questions like When are we going back to work?, When will the front lines/essential workers get some relief?, or How am I going to pay my rent this month?.  The hard part for everyone is there are no clear answers right now, and in a society where we want the solution as soon as possible, the lack of one is unnerving.  Trust me, I’m right there with you.

While I believe we should all be paying attention to what’s going on during this crisis, I would encourage you to seek out the sweet stories of hope and the stories that make you laugh, as well.  Making sure you spend some time not only looking at the crisis information but also the encouragement will lift you up in these times.

Just yesterday, I saw video of two nurses cheering a patient from the hospital room window as he was finally extubated, on the road to recovery from COVID-19.  A principal went through the drive-through of her student’s place of employment to share the wonderful news that she was this year’s valedictorian!  I’m watching video after video of parents learning dances with their children to put on TikTok…you won’t see ME doing it, but I think Peyton might have her dad convinced to try it!

These videos and stories make me smile and make me laugh.  They bring my heart a little bit of comfort in a time where I’m worried about my friends and family.  I implore you to seek these out.  Bring your heart some encouragement and a little cheer.  Know that we are all in this together and that God has not left us.  He is right here and with us as we walk through this together.

~Erin

Psalm 31:24 Be strong and let your heart take courage, all you who hope in the Lord.

Guest Blogger (Nancy White)

The purpose of the Iron Porch is to allow a space for women to come share with one another without the fear of reprisal and judgment. It’s a space that we felt God wanted to provide so that women could encourage and comfort one another.  After prayerful consideration, we have encouraged potential guest bloggers to submit a post for consideration.  These guest blogs are always posted under ‘fesharp’ rather than ‘Erin’ or ‘Emily.’

Tomorrow we will be posting an entry from a sweet sister in Christ who is sharing her heart as a single mother to teens in the midst of a pandemic.

Please join us on the porch this Saturday to read the thoughts of Nancy White, our 1st guest blogger of 2020.

~Emily & Erin

The Wisdom of Elihu

This week has been a long week of difficult conversations with Peyton.  She’s 15 and old enough to truly understand what’s going on.  We’ve talked about what closing school looks like and what hanging out with friends looks like.  We’ve discussed what it means to truly social distance.  And we’re, even now, learning what a real “essential” is in our household.  It was only a couple of weeks ago that needing a quart of ice cream was deemed an urgent need, dropping everything to get our sugar fix.

The night before we went into mandated shelter-in-place orders, Peyton had a chat with her counselor that included ideas as to what she would do in regards to this pandemic and ways that could help rebuild the state and country as we recover from this ravaging virus.  She chose to share those ideas with me after the phone call.  My daughter….is brilliant.  She was insightful and logical and whether or not an idea like hers could ever be put into play, it showed her compassion for people along with a desire to give citizens their sense of responsibility and dignity back after such a nationwide crush of devastation.  When I told her to write it down, that maybe someone might want to hear her ideas, she looked shocked.  She mentioned that too many people discount what young people have to say.  When I mentioned the 20-somethings currently in politics, she said, “No, I mean people like me…kids my age who have good ideas.”

My bible reading this morning reminded me of this very conversation I had with Peyton.  As I’m reading the book of Job, I see the devastation surrounding him.  Everything he’s loved, cared for, and worked for, has crumbled.  Death and devastation are on all four sides.  And his two friends, older and therefore at that time considered wiser, told him repeatedly it was because of Job’s sin.  He was suffering at the hand of God and if he would repent and repent appropriately, God would remove the burden.  Chapters of conversation between these two friends and Job are written, begging him to see it was his fault.

It wasn’t until Chapter 32 of Job where you see Elihu come into the conversation.  He had refrained from speaking out of respect to the older men, but he couldn’t contain it anymore.  He reminds Job how great our God is and that there isn’t a single thing that goes by God without Him knowing and being in the end result.  He encourages Job to think about what’s God’s purpose was in his suffering.

I don’t know how old was Elihu was when he spoke into the conversation.  What I do know was that he was smart and was closer to the truth than either of the elder friends who tried to convince Job that he had offended God in some way.  He offered such sound wisdom in Job 37:13, “Whether for correction, or for His world, or for lovingkindness, He causes it to happen.”

During this time of uncertainty and struggle, I encourage you to talk to your children.  Let them give ideas and suggestions.  Encourage them to come up with ways to make other people smile while they’re hunkered down.  Embolden them to come up with an idea to help ease the stress in your own home.  Let them know you’re listening.  I guarantee you it will feel therapeutic for them to feel like they’re part of the bigger solution.

And they may just have the wisdom of Elihu.

~Erin

The Wisdom of Elihu