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6 Items You Won’t Find on a Supply List

Delighted to welcome my friend Kristen to the blog today! She’s a young woman on a mission to help other young women believe in themselves and the great wonder of the God who created us all.

6 Items

This time of year, you avoid Walmart because of them. As soon as you enter the shopping area, racks of back-to-school supply lists confront you, an ominous reminder that summer is almost over. Soon, you’ll be saying goodbye to family trips, summer camps, and the snooze button.

Sure, scissors and number two pencils have their place, but you won’t find what you need most on a supply list. Whether you’re new to high school or finishing college, your biggest hurdles this year won’t be mental or physical. They’ll be spiritual, so you can’t afford not to have these items.

Ephesians 6:14-17 provides the list of essentials to start the year right.

Item #1: The Belt of Truth

Growing up, I never had the nightmare my peers seemed to have—of finding themselves undressed in the middle of class. Maybe that’s because I was homeschooled. Regardless, no one wants her pants sagging the first day of school, so belts matter.

The King James Version describes truth as a belt that “girds” our waists. We don’t use words like “gird” anymore, but the concept is that belts tighten or bind our clothes about us so that we don’t trip. They’re foundational to keeping our outfits together.

Truth keeps us from tripping over lies we’ll be tempted to tell or believe about ourselves. What are some biblical promises that will help your mind stay centered on truth? Jot them down, and memorize them.

Like a syllabus, our thoughts determine the semester’s course, so make sure they’re pointing you in the right direction.

Item #2: The Under Armor of Righteousness

Right living, holy living is not something our culture commends. In fact, the trend is to break the rules, not follow them.

But this world shouldn’t set our moral GPS. God’s Word should, and it makes clear that we are to be holy in our conduct (I Peter 1:15).

Holy doesn’t mean perfect but a striving toward Christ-likeness. I like how Paul describes this in Philippians 3:12: “Not that I have already attained, or am already perfected; but I press on, that I may lay hold of that for which Christ Jesus has also laid hold of me” (NKJV).

Item #3: The Shoes of Peace

Girls know that shoes are a big deal, especially since most of us wear them with multiple outfits during the week. They need to be cute, but comfy. They need to say, “I’m not all about the latest style” while still being trendy. They need to be versatile but not boring.

Regardless of what we want in a shoe’s style, there’s one feature department stores don’t advertise, and that’s peace. However, where we go and what we do when we get there say a lot about our testimony.

Check your steps against the parameters of Isaiah 52:7.

  • Am I known for being a peacemaker, someone my friends enjoy being around?
  • What do I share more: good news or gossip?
  • Am I ready to tell others my testimony, or do I try to keep my salvation a secret?

How would you answer these questions?

 

In college, I was the girl who set two alarm clocks and chose outfits the night before. I stressed over syllabi more times than I care to admit.

Sometimes, I focused so closely on the tangible details that I overlooked the spiritual equipment needed to get through the day.

Ephesians 6 outlines the ultimate Every Day Carry (EDC) list we can’t do without—whether we’re in high school, college, or beyond.

Item #4: The Shield of Faith

The Apostle Paul describes the importance of a soldier’s shield of faith, but most of us don’t sling medieval metal over our shoulders these days.

The idea, however, is one of protection. We girls don’t leave home without some kind of facial moisturizer or foundation with SPF. (Moisturize, moisturize, as a friend used to say!) We’re more concerned with protecting our skin, but the concept remains the same.

Regardless of the type of protection, the point is to shield us from dangers we can’t see. Without faith in the unchanging work of God, we’re susceptible to harm from hidden hazards.

The Bible says that the just live by faith (Romans 1:17). To live by faith, we first need to live rightly (item 2), which means we must think rightly (item 1).

Item #5: The Covering of Salvation

We have all the items we need to get dressed, but we can’t forget accessories. Accessories almost doesn’t seem like the right word, because we girls don’t feel dressed without having at least one.

And if we have to pick just one, we’ll probably default with our hair. Headband or ponytail? Hair clip or flirty flower?

Although we enjoy accessorizing, coverings or helmets were a big deal for safety back in Bible days. Without them, the soldier’s most exposed part of the body—the head housing the command center—was vulnerable.

Our salvation should command our center. It should be the internal mechanism that motivates every decision and action.

Item #6: The Sword of the Spirit

We’re dressed, but leaving for class without our backpack is code for first-day disaster.

Obviously, you need your books (or tablet) so you can learn. If you attend Christian school or college, the Sword of the Spirit (code for your Bible) will probably be among the items you’ll bring. Regardless of what school you attend, I hope you’ll want to bring it.

It is the best defense for the day. According to 2 Timothy 3:16, it’s good for more than just Bible class. It teaches us about doctrine and righteousness, and corrects us when we mess up.

Download the Bible on your tablet or phone—or better yet, bring a paperback version. Whatever you do, don’t leave home without it.

 

A Daily Checklist

After the first day of school, we forget about supply lists (and sometimes, even about the syllabi), but the list from Ephesians 6 is one we need to remember year round. These items should form our EDC even on weekends.

I challenge you to cut out the list below and tack it on your mirror or in your locker. Look at it every day. Remember it when the day brings an unexpected blow, and cheer through it when God grants you a spiritual victory.

Ask yourself: Do I have my EDC?

Every Day Carry List

May you start well, and finish strong.

 

Meet the Author

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Kristen Hogrefe is a young adult fiction author and speaker for youth events and professional conferences. You can find Kristen blogging each week at thinktruethoughts.com where she challenges young adults to think truthfully and live daringly. She craves coffee, sunshine, and good books—and loves sharing them with friends. Say hello at kristenhogrefe.com or on Twitter @kjhogrefe.

 

 

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Team :: Five Minute Friday

Yes, Friday on Monday. A girl can dream, right?

I spent quite a while with this group of writers when Lisa Jo hosted Five Minute Friday. Some of my favorite posts came from these one-word prompts with five minutes to write.

Like this one about a red solo cup.

I’ve been burnt out lately. Ironically, the publishing industry is known for writer burnout. My publisher told me there is no better time to be a writer than the time before you publish your first book. After that, deadlines and expectations and marketing can make a writer drown and long for the days when all you did was sit down and bleed on the page and feel a smidge good about the results.

So I’m linking back up with Five Minute Friday, now hosted by Kate Motaung, and embracing that writing with abandon–and a five minute window.

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TEAM

I’m in the habit of spreading myself too thin. It’s a sickness really. I hate to say no, I hate to disappoint, and above all else I really, really want everyone to like me.

It’s a problem when it comes to building deep, meaningful relationships. I’m never the friend who’s going to call you out. In fact, I can only think of one instance where I told a friend I disagreed with her decision. Thank God our friendship survived, but I’ve never done that again.

I’m scared.

Scared of not having anybody in my court. So I figure if I keep on giving, eventually, they’ll give back?

Not really.

I’ve been part of a lot of groups over the years. Young mothers. Mothers with elementary kids. Christians. Non-Christians.

But none of those groups have really taken me in, been my home team.

I’ve got a person here and there, but no cohesiveness. No these-are-my-five-people in this community. Instead, I’ve got one a couple hours away, one a state away, and a couple nearby.

And I’ve got five sisters and a sister-in-law which is its own kind of uniqueness.

STOP

It’s been a while so I’m going to cheat and add another minute.

Bottom line, I think I’ve been looking outside my true home to find something I already have. We aren’t built for close relationships with the whole world–or even the whole community–but we do have the capacity for a few, special people.

And when I look back on my life, those are always, always the people who put me on their team and allowed me in.


Tell me about your home team? I love this quote from Shauna Niequest, “The first step is realizing that there is in fact a limited amount of time and caring and energy. I’m generally the last to admit this… Right about then, I start crying in the car and can’t figure out why. It’s usually because I’ve given more than I should to people who aren’t a part of my daily, regular world. They’re not the ones who need it.”

I think “daily, regular” in our world can also mean the friends across the miles. I know I have two and one of them gave me her own copy of Bittersweet by Shauna Niequest. There’s a lot of love in a dog-eared paperback, y’all.

 

 

family · joshua · just write life · marriage · school · writing

Yes, We Are Homeschooling This Year

I’ve been skirting around the proclamation for over a month. Dancing around the possibility for a few years. Making peace with the decision since we decided to jump the county line.

Yes, we are homeschooling this year.

Never thought I’d really say those words. Much less about having all three of my girls home a the same time. I figured if we ever did it, I’d be their middle school teacher for a few years and then back off to the land of textbooks and powerpoints where your teachers have more advanced degrees than I do for impossible subjects like chemistry and trigonometry. {insert shuddering at the idea of teaching that}

But they’re all home with me and homeschool is why we’re playing Barbies and drinking coffee in the middle of the day. Actually, no more coffee. I’m getting to that old age where caffeine after 2 o’clock makes me unable to sleep and I dearly love to sleep.

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School around here started the first week of August. Friday for one county. We went to the waterpark. Monday for another. I took Gus to preschool and worked all morning. They played games and Madelynne read Divergent for the second time.

Yes, Gus is going to preschool. I know my strengths and colors/letters/numbers/rambunctious boy while I’m trying to write aren’t in my quiver.

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I mean look how happy he is to be in PreK.

So we haven’t started yet and everyone keeps asking how it’s going, so it’s pretty easy for me to say, “Great!”

Yeah, I haven’t actually taught them anything yet.

Unless you count entrepreneurship because Annabelle and Amelia made homemade strawberry smoothies and went around the neighborhood last week selling. Half our neighbors are retired and home all day so they made $4.50. That capped off earnings for a new American Girl (Target knockoff) kitchen set.

Value of a dollar. I’ll jot that down as done.

The truth is we aren’t homeschooling because I think I can teach better than all the teachers who stuck it out in public school when I couldn’t anymore.

We aren’t homeschooling because I felt a religious conviction to give them a Christian education.

We aren’t homeschooling because I felt called to be their first and foremost influence.

Those are all great reasons if they’re yours. But ours is simpler.

We’re tired.

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The run around of four kids in so many places plus my freelance work and Joshua’s travel schedule and our volunteer commitments has meant school’s rigid schedule couldn’t bend to accommodate our needs. Our kids were going to bed too late, getting up too early, and our family time was always compromised.

Between the move and Amelia’s relapse of symptoms and our desire to travel outside the confines of spring break and summer vacation, we knew keeping them home this year was the right choice.

In some ways, the move made it easy. I don’t think I’d ever have left my safety net of a school system I know and love if I hadn’t been forced. And while Joshua ultimately left the decision up to me, and I all too often remind him he’s not the one saying no all the livelong day because our kids want to snack every fifteen minutes, the truth is my tipping of the scales came from him.

Because the person who will pick up my pieces on a bad day, who will  review the math I don’t understand, who will bring home the proverbial and literal bacon so I can feed it to these hungry children–is my husband.

If I’ve learned anything from this decision making process it’s that I was seeking opinions from all the wrong people. My friends are great. They’re supportive of me–which means some said go for it and some said I was flipping crazy.

But my husband supports our family and from the beginning he thought this choice was right. And I discovered there is great freedom in submission to my God-seeking husband.

Which I’ll remind him when he comes home to find us having an Anne of Green Gables marathon (literature) and eating popcorn for dinner.

In case you’re wondering, we do have an actual plan. We’re using Sonlight as a guide for Amelia’s reading, Math U-See because I have no skills there, and I’m teaching a middle grades language arts class for homeschooled students that will guide my big girls through grammar, writing, and literature. We will fill in science and social studies from a variety of sources, with our main focuses being American history, geography, and earth science.

We’re going on lots of field trips and I’m talking everyone into a cross country trek to visit my sister in Utah. I’m sure we will reassess almost daily and “regular” school might come back to us next year, but this is our year to embrace change.

Hopefully without losing my mind.

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The Bag Man {Guest Post by Susan Simpson}

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Please welcome the resilient and delightful Susan Simpson to the blog. 

Rheumatoid arthritis crept into my body around my second wedding anniversary. It was easy to explain away at first. Painful feet–probably the result of the long walks around the city school building of my first teaching assignment. Aching, swollen fingers … a touch of the flu. It wasn’t long until a diagnosis of RA steamrolled the landscape of my life and changed everything.

Back then, I couldn’t fathom the toll disease would take on our marriage. The ups and downs of medications and their side effects, the joy of remissions and the despair of relapses. Basic components of life were compromised: career growth, household upkeep, and relational intimacy. Any sufferer of RA knows these common challenges.

On the other hand, it’s been my experience that suffering strips the varnish from faith so it can shine. I think people who struggle with long-term illnesses are privy to some behind-the-scenes peeks. As a young woman just discovering biologics, rheumatoid factor numbers, and autoimmune chaos, I had no idea of the rare glimpses in store.

Now, I haven’t seen the Lord in some Moses-like encounter. But I have glimpsed him in the people he sends my way—the doctor who probes my aching hands so gently, a nurse whose attitude imparts a “Yes, you can!” strength, the occasional lab tech who adds an I’m-sorry-it-hurts squeeze to the paperwork. And I’ve seen him in my husband. Oh, so many times, my husband has been Jesus in a skin suit.

In our twenties, my husband and I thought RA would be a wrecking ball to ruin our future, and I have to admit that many times we were truly devastated. Then through the dust, we’ve glimpsed God’s faithfulness. In our despair, he’s shared true joy and unexplainable peace.

Our marriage isn’t what I dreamed of as a young girl, and while I can’t speak for my husband, I’ll bet it’s not exactly what he anticipated either. It’s even better.


 

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Have you ever observed the oddity of a man carrying his wife’s purse? I admit to snickering at the sight of a bag-bearing spouse—including the rare fellow who awkwardly shoulders his wife’s purse in order to have both hands free.

Throughout the difficulties my rheumatoid arthritis has presented over the years, I’ve tried to spare my husband the indignity of carrying my purse. He offers to help, but I protest: “Thanks, I’ll carry it,”  or “I’ve got it.” Always said a little too sharply, I know. Not being able to carry my own bag is an unwelcome admission of weakness, right up there with being unable to slip on my own socks.

During a recent RA flare it happened. Following a doctor’s visit, I gripped my husband’s arm and walked the slow and painful distance from the car to the house. When I saw it—my purse dangling from his shoulder—the tenderness of his gesture and my own frailty pierced my heart. “I can’t believe you’re carrying my purse…” I managed to squeak.

He began to swing it and sashay along, careful not to jar me. As always, his humor diffused my sorrow and defeated my pride. “Not a big deal,” he smiled. “Does it match my outfit?”  

I Can’t Believe This is Happening is a refrain of my life, maybe of everyone’s life, and one sometimes accompanied by tears mixed with laughter. Although I wish circumstances were different, I find myself in a purse-surrendering part of life. And right now my bag-bearing husband doesn’t seem awkward or silly at all.

He seems more like … a hero.

 

Bio Photo 1Susan Holt Simpson is a freelance writer living in Kentucky with her husband, three mostly-grown sons, and a geriatric dog. She’s been published by Focus on the Family, Guideposts blog, and her work appears in various short story collections. When Susan’s not writing, you can find her in the garden with either a hoe or a camera in hand. Visit her blog, Sweet Annabelle, or connect on Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram.

 

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What Happens When You Move 10 Miles Down the Road and Everything Changes

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New living room. Perfect for dance parties and silly boys.

I know things have been quiet around here since I revealed what happens when the three year house becomes the ten year house becomes the sold house. There’s still a lot to say about that and God’s timing and sense of humor and my incredible lack of patience and grace, but y’all… I’m really tired.

Moving is no joke. Can I get an amen?

Ten miles. That’s about how far we went. Far enough to jump the county line and need a new school situation. Far enough to make me choose between my familiar Ingles with the bag boys who learned how to write complex sentences under my tutelage. Far enough to make me understand why this stretch of rural highway annoyed my husband every afternoon for five years.

Somehow we moved into a bigger house with less dedicated space. One less bedroom, a basement in need of a true finish, and a family room big enough for our family of six and all of our friends who are just as outnumbered in this parenting gig as we are.

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New obsession with items I  have wall space for. Well, porch space actually.

That’s why we bought this house. So everyone can come over and drink sweet tea on the back porch and the kids can run wild on our almost-four-acre subdivision lot without us having any real worries.

But this different space means everything is different. I can’t put the same furniture in the same places. My Ikea tables are woefully out of place. There’s nowhere to plug in a lamp next to my couch. Our master bedroom is ginormous which is good because my kids like to play hide and seek in there. For the first time ever, there’s room under the bed because, hello? Basement = lotsa storage.

It’s a little like living the dream. Really. Even though it’s not my dream farmhouse with a wrap around porch.

(Joshua says he’ll build me one. He’s a much better person than I am in case you’re wondering.)

Yet we’re still wandering around. A little uncertain about things like end tables and dining room chairs and pictures to hang. My friend Brooke said I’m not allowed to hang my beautiful wall art from 163 Design until it truly is Well With My Soul.

So I’m sipping coffee and the Word on the back porch. Soaking up the sounds of birds and cicadas and squalling kittens who won’t leave the dog alone.

Because you should always get new kittens when you move.

 

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You should also knock off from unpacking and climb a mountain with your Florida friends.

Here’s another life lesson about moving. Somehow ALL the kids stuff–including scraps of paper and toys you intended to throw away–will make it to the new house and get unpacked. However, their daddy and I still can’t find:

  • the alarm clock
  • the printer
  • his shoes
  • the Wii console

So this is where we are right now. Big changes. Little changes. And a whole lotta Jesus being spoke over me by blessed friends who love me through my crazy.

And a husband who is willing to put up with me for another fourteen years and beyond. Here’s to a new house and a new life.