A Holy Experience » because God has burning bushes everywhere

May we be workers in His harvest….. Hope, Darryl, Kai (on my lap), yours truly, Levi, Caleb, Joshua…hardly outstanding in our field…everyday only by His grace. (click to enlarge)

I don’t make myself positionally holy. Christ did that at the cross.

But to be practically holy, I do have to do something….I have to imitate the Maker’s model.

Holiness is not a “do-it-yourself” project. Holiness is a “personal-trainer, apprenticeship program”.

I can actually be what my Teacher is. He doesn’t abandon me, give-up on me, or neglect me.

Until I am what He is.

And I can have confidence that the transformation is going to happen to me. The model of holiness is right at my side—and He is working on me, making me what He is.

Sometimes I tremble. Thinking these children are modelling me. Throughout the day, every day. And I fail so often. Throughout the day, every day.

Scripture writes Truth, “But everyone, after he has been fully trained, will be like his teacher”. ~Lk 6:40

So I will tremble–these kids will be like me!

When I am having a fit that Cale has forgotten how to get the prime factors of 343…what am I teaching him? When you don’t get your way, turn up the volume a bit.

And he will be just like me, his teacher, when Josh won’t head to the bush to him–rant and rave and raise the roof.

As I clean through Hope’s room, muttering about socks stuffed in with underwear and doll dresses shoved in with leotards, what am I teaching her? You can grumble and complain through a job if you think you’ve got a good enough reason.

So she will be just like me, her teacher, when she’s asked to stroke the ivories for 15 minutes–mutter and grumble as she stomps to the keyboard.

I am raising them up to be just like their teacher.

Praise God, that I have my own Teacher whom I can be just like.

“Be holy, because I am holy” ~Lev. 20:26



I can model my Teacher’s example.

So my kids’ can model a better teacher.

Father, I want to be just like you . Talk like you, walk like, be like you. Thanks for holding my hand and being my Teacher through this course of Motherhood and home education. Thanks for teaching me how to be like You…..so as our children’s teacher, I am a model after Your own Model.

Our Melon kids….Kai (1), Joshua (7), Levi (3), Caleb (9) and Hope (5), dangling off my Mama’s front porch, chompin on watermelon as they watch the combines bring in that sea of wheat…(click on shot to enlarge)

Being holy means to be stamped with insignia, “Made by God”.

Being holy means to let God do his job in me–not me trying to do the job.

The Lord has made the game plan pretty straight forward:

“I the Lord am holy — I who make you holy” ~Lev. 21:8





I can’t make myself into a holy Mama for these children. It is the work of God. It is He who is washing me, cleansing me, sanctifying me.

A cloth attempting to make itself into a garment is simply the stuff of Disney. And me trying to make myself holy is equally fantastical. Can’t be done in the real world.

Which doesn’t matter since He from Another World has under taken the project.

I am on God’s agenda, His to-do list. Every morning, He jots down, “Make that Mama holy”….

He doesn’t scribble down, “Make that Mama brilliant….or esteemed….or blissful”. Those aren’t His goals for His product of me.

He writes down, “Make her holy”. That’s what He wants the end product to look like—holy.

He is the Lord—who doesn’t make my life easy, simple, peaceful or quiet. His sole pursuit is my holiness.

And He works away at my holiness through spilled raisins paving the kitchen floor, overdue library books found crumpled behind headboards, ants in everyone’s pants, down their legs and carrying them away in various contorted sprawls all over the house, in endless trails of pencil shavings making me feel like I am living with Hansel and Gretel….

Every time Cale and Josh begin one of their “You are the Next Contestant on Make the Wackiest Face accompanied by the Most Mom-bugging Sound” in the middle of a grammar lesson…..that is God doing His Holy Work in my life.

When Hope bursts into the127th fit of tears (just this morning) when asked to write out her 4th spelling word….that is God doing His Holy Work in my life.

God is at work here in this home education centre…..sometimes the work is ugly, arduous and painful. But it is effective. God never fails at His job, He never gives up, and He is always right on schedule.

And He is in the business of making me holy.

Lord, hard to think you are making me holy, when half the time I want to pull my hair out. Good thing I don’t have to try to make myself holy. I am relieved that it is your job. Neat–well, mind-boggling, really– to think You are working on me. The process sometimes is pretty painful…..but I am looking forward to Your end product. Keep up the Good Work, Lord!