HB2 Follows Rule of Germination

“Very truly I tell you, unless the seed falls to ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds.” -John 12:24

Today the Supreme Court of the United States struck down our beloved pro-life bill, Texas HB2. Our humanity naturally reacts with grief. What is the Lord doing?

What appears to be death is only a means to maturity. We can call that God’s Rule of Germination. Although the outer shell of the seed falls away when placed in the ground, the embryo is awakened and grows into a full-grown, seed-bearing plant. Our confidence is not shaken when the core of the pro-life movement is the heart of God.

It is time to start declaring over the seemingly dead seed of HB2, “She shall produce many seeds.” In prayer I saw Canada, USA, and Mexico being highlighted. Please direct your prayers with me:

  • With this seed from Texas, we declare an increase in pro-life prayer, activism, and legislation across the nations of North America.
  • 22 Word Daily Prayer:  “Jesus, I plead your blood over my sins, and the sins of the nations. God, end abortion. Send revival to North America.”

-Britainie Nelson

Brit’s Favorite Beet Juice Recipe

 

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Drinking beet juice may help to lower blood pressure in a matter of hours. One study found that drinking one glass of beet juice lowered systolic blood pressure by an average of 4-5 points. The benefit likely comes from the naturally occurring nitrates in beets, which are converted into nitric oxide in your body. 

Read More about the Power of Beet Juicing.

This spring Paul grew some organic beets in our little urban garden for me to juice. I started on a juicing journey last November when I started having some health issues. It was important for me to doing everything in my power to promote healing naturally. Thankfully, I was nettled into a lifestyle I probably would have never embarked on otherwise. What a difference it has made in my body and emotions!

I want to share with you my favorite red juice recipe.

Brit’s Beet Juice Recipe:

  •  1 organic beet. The smaller ones are more sweet.
    • Buying organic is important with beets. 
  • 3 organic carrots
  • 1 grapefruit peeled. You could use an orange if you don’t prefer grapefruits.
  • 1 to 2 apples. I usually only use one for myself. If you want to smother the beet taste a bit more, go ahead and use a second apple.
  • One slice of organic lemon, include the peel.
    • Note: Only use the peel on organic lemons. Otherwise exclude the peel from your juice. 

Additional supplements I add to the juice:

  • One scoop of probiotic powder. This promotes a healthy gut.
  • One dropper full of liquid Vitamin E for healing.
  • One dropper full of liquid turmeric, a natural cancer fighter.
  • 1-2 tablespoons of bee pollen finely ground with mortar and pestle. Bee pollen is a superfood and chalked full of good nutrients. Just be warned this makes your juice have some texture.

 

The Best Defense Is A Good Offense

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“Now the sons of Eli were corrupt; they did not know the Lord.” -1 Samuel 2:12

Looking at the above quote, what was the dynamic of discipleship between Eli and sons? Was it purposed or neglected?  Instead of asking what happened, I think the better question is to ask: “What didn’t happen?” Wouldn’t an interview be nice? It may be that Eli got a merciful second chance with Samuel.

“We plan for the contact between child and truth; it is not left up to the chance moment.” – Susan Schaeffer Macaulay | For The Children’s Sake.

Discipleship is first intentional. That speaks of discipline and routine. 

How should I better posture my children to encounter the Lord?

Our homeschool journey has always included devotionals, reading the Word of God, and practicing prayer by various means (journaling, prayer caves, and short verbal prayers). All great things. Yet I admit those disciplines have previously been an individual pursuit—wholly isolated— and lacking the instruction of how to engage Holy Spirit in corporate expression. Our home lacks communal Word readings, and has minimal joined worship and prayer.  It is easy to forget that corporate worship is a learned trait as well. Seizing the benefits of this practice will take us to new levels in unity within the family and with God. 

I long for old-fashioned family worship and devotionals. Our home needs to transition in order to secure a better offense against all that fights a legacy of faith being passed down to the next generation in the modern world.

I love to sit and worship at our piano, but I do it alone! I’m going to drag the portable electric keyboard and stick it awkwardly in the middle of our cramped living room, put the kids on some percussion instruments for now, and better practice how to make corporate worship and intercession a central reality in our family. 

New Habit: Individual worship disciplines in the morning. Family worship/prayer in the evening. 

“He said to them, ‘My house shall be called a house of prayer.'” -Matthew 21:13

Facing Loss Like a Texas Farmer

“Going forth with weeping, sowing for the Master. Tho’ the loss sustained our spirit often grieves. When our weeping’s over, He will bid us welcome. We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.”    –Knowles Shaw & George Minor | Bringing In The Sheaves.

 

Hale Center, Texas. 1986. | High Plains of the Texas Panhandle

Standing in the doorframe of the tiny four room stucco home overlooking wide fields of cotton, my parents watched with dread the swiftly approaching clouds, ominously painting the horizon with deep colors of indigo and gray. The air was pregnant with thick, perfumed smells of soil and rain.

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This is it. It’s over.”  My father’s instinct painfully and accurately communicated from the gut.

Fifteen hundred acres of cotton were pillaged by a deluge of hail that year.  Nearly a foot of rain pelted and utterly flattened field rows of 40-inch depth. Plants were stripped down to the stalk. Before the storm hit, Dad was only a few days away from having his crop insurance finalized.

Many years later my father thrice re-planted 5,000 acres over a short period of 70 days. That accumulates to planting a mind-boggling amount of 15,000 acres. How do you mentally push through that magnitude of nightmarish loss?

“If you are going through hell (or Texas hail), keep going.” -Winston Churchill | Emphasis mine.

I am intimate with the farmer’s secret. Simply, don’t quit.

The spiritual often reflects the natural. Those of faith sow seed in prayer and the dispensing of God’s Word. As you labor in God’s field, how is the plumb line of God’s faithfulness reflecting in your life? Holy Spirit wants to help you face loss, the delay of answered prayer, the threat to hope—and bring you safely to the other side. 

I am painfully aware that in order to make it through the decades, or a single season in life—those who sow seed with the Master must possess the relentless determination to not give up. Year after year when loss begets loss. 

When our weeping’s over, He will bid us welcome. We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves! 

Beginning Written Narrations

 

My second grader is a reluctant reader and writer. Do you have one of those? If so, then you feel my pain. It’s a journey of meeting the child where he/she is, finding what works, while still challenging them enough for growth.

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John Ephraim | 2nd Grade

My sweet John would always get that look of a deer in headlights when encouraged to put oral narrations to paper. I found that using graphic novels helps his brain translate plot to paper, one block at a time.

I only have a few rules:

  1. Identify the important events in the story.
  2. Retell in your own words.
  3. Don’t worry about spelling and grammar. Just do your very best. (I have him on Phillips’ Easy Grammar for that purpose). My one exception to this rule is beginning a sentence with capitalization and ending in punctuation. He should have that mastered by now. For those things I make him go back and edit.

Sometimes I use the opportunity to teach sentence structure. Other times I just let it be. 

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Children’s Illustrated Classics

Our library owns copies of many great classics in graphic novel form. Also, Children’s Illustrated Classics are wonderful. They challenge my 2nd grader, but I’m fine with that.

What have you found to work in shifting a reluctant writer towards written narrations?

I would treasure your comments below.

How (NOT) To Lay A Good Foundation

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Building a Blog | Day One:

Project Attire: Robe all day. Unbrushed teeth. Crusty face. Frayed nerves towards my toddler. Nay human, more like a bulldog with bone.

Title? Theme? Layout? Images? Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwiches?

“Did somebody say something?”

Pull myself out of a pertinacious vortex.

“MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM!”

Those sound vibrations are ten minutes old. Mental wheels are disinclined towards cognition.

Later reflecting on the day. “Typical. Is this an omen of how blogging is going to unfold?” NO! I cast down that faint voice still stubbornly echoing from my 20-year-old self.

VICTORY WON: Homeschool Day Successfully in the Books.  Blog Begun. 

Rescued from a Grasshopper Mentality

February 16th, 2013
Planned Parenthood Cedar Hill, Texas

Today is the first time I’ve stepped foot inside Planned Parenthood since my abortion over a decade ago. This time they didn’t call me “sweetheart.”

I am there by Planned Parenthood’s invitation to residents in the Cedar Hill area. Come one come all, came the e-request, and volunteer here for canvasing your local neighborhood with the good news of cheap reproductive health care. “Let the community know we aren’t villains…just say this script. Be the first to get through the script entirely and win a prize — maybe free condoms and flavored lubricant!” Fact checked. I’m a witness.

I live my life in Cedar Hill. We reach out regularly to the area youth and young adults. As a local minister, I care about what goes on here. I adhere to being an informed citizen. So when Planned Parenthood offers me an open door to snoop in their diary of doings, I’ll take it. I registered for the training honestly. They knew I was coming. I didn’t have an agenda. I’m just snooping. And listening.

Earl Jordan, Planned Parenthood Director of Security for Greater Texas researched the registrants and comes up from Austin. It’s a small gathering with only about 10 other people, mostly all assumed workers donned in PP attire. 3 of us dressed in civilian uniform, plus Earl.

At the clinic I announce my name upon arrival. I come in friendly. In truth I AM their friends. I pray regularly for them without malice whatsoever. I’ve been there. Others have loved me. But here eyes sneer and mouths are silent. No welcome. I learn later they were briefed beforehand. Earl comes across the room and tells me I shall be his company. This is a public event, yet I’m denied materials. Everyone else has a clip board with targeted home addresses derived from voter information. I am not allowed to know where they are going. They don’t ask me what I am doing or why I am there. I feel they are very uncomfortable. Nobody talks to me but Earl, who immediately takes me outside after the meeting.

“You see, Mrs. Nelson, we know who you are.” I think I know who I am, but apparently I don’t. Mr. Earl Jordan, a very general of Planned Parenthood, came from Austin to thwart me…why? He knows everything about my life. To be short, Earl cordially regurgitates to me the scope and fruit of my pro-life labor from his professional point of view. I’m honestly baffled. I thought small and miniscule. He saw something threatening and respectfully came across the state. Are we really at such the blessed place where such minor things stir the whole structure?

Today I’ve come face to face again with the paradox of intercession. Our eyes are often hidden from our own significance as intercessors. We underestimate the value of our labors, much of it being done in the unseen realms of spirit.

Heaven trumpeted truth over me today. Let us stay the course in this battle for our nation’s soul. You think you are a grasshopper. Nay, you are a giant slayer.

And Goliath said, “Am I a dog, that you should come after me with a stick?”

Kingdoms topple by such ridiculous means.

Abolition: My Story

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Judah Paul: My First of Many Second Chances

2001 was a year still fresh in a newborn century.  At that time I was a young, “normal’ 18-yr old American girl with normal interests. Normal at least according to our MTV, BET,  post-sexual revolution American culture. Boys. Music. Parties. Sex. Drugs. And a pretty clear conscience to go with it all.  At that tender young age,  I had already entertained a “conservative” number of partners.  Unsurprisingly, I eventually found myself pregnant.

I didn’t really care to weigh my options. Abortion was my only option. My decision was solely based on selfishness. I didn’t want this baby. I couldn’t wait to get rid of the heaviness I felt just from carrying the awareness that a baby was growing inside of me.

A quick trip to Dallas ensued. I ducked like a coward when my boyfriend and I passed the picketers across from Planned Parenthood’s abortion clinic. I met conviction. Outside the clinic felt dark. Oppressive. Tormenting. It was excruciating.  With cold sweats and heart racing, I could not wait to get inside. And relieved I was when we entered the welcoming area. O, the deception! There was peace. Many were smiling.  I was taken aback by such a surreal sense of light-heartedness in the room.  The room was packed with young ladies 25 yrs and younger. Many were there with their mothers. Some with their boyfriends. Some alone. We were all there with the same agenda. In a few minutes we would be lying on an operating table, high on narcotics administered to calm our nerves and numb our pain, and allowing the doctor to rip our baby out of our protective wombs with a powerful vacuum machine.  It was there I killed.

Was it a boy? Was it a girl? I don’t know. But this I do know – today, I love that child. Today, I want my baby. After a decade of pain and difficult healing, I can say from personal experience that abortion should never be considered health care. It can never be anything but negligence and contempt for human life. It kills and hardens the spirit of everyone involved. Any other view is horrible deception.