Friday, July 18, 2014

Tasting more than Mustard

" These commandments that I give you today are to be upon your hearts.  Impress them on your children.  Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up."
 Deuteronomy 6:7, NIV

For the annual get out of dodge overnight with my 14 year old son, Brandon, I envisioned relaxing like last year. You know, eating without rushing and soaking in the hot tub or swimming at the hotel pool.  Sometimes we need a bit of time away from the meltdowns, help and 24/7 supervision that my younger son, Luke, requires.
Don’t get me wrong—we love Luke.  Brandon is an awesome big brother but due to Luke’s autism so much of my time is taken up with caregiving that Brandon and I don’t get to do a ton of stuff together. Thus, our time just the two of us. 
This year Brandon isn’t following the “drive half hour to a hotel” plan.  Why??  He wants to go to the Mustard Museum.  Yes, you heard me - a museum apparently full of all different kinds of mustard.  Instead of being half hour away, it is actually in another state a couple hours away! Grumble in my head I did, but we also changed our hotel location to be near Madison, Wisconsin.

Is it just me or do you too want to give your typical child the sun and the moon, or in this case a wacky tasting mustard museum?? Do you spoil them just a bit?  My husband and I are sometimes guilty of this with Brandon. His life is harder because of disability affecting our family, so when he asks for something specific I want to jump right in and indulge him. In the case of this museum and tasting all kinds of mustards in the gift shop, I am able to swing it.  Then again, because Luke has to struggle so much to communicate with his iPad, and to learn in general, I want to go above and beyond with him too.  Or at least give him a day at the beach he loves, no matter how cold the water.
My life is much more limited since Luke’s diagnosis, but I don’t want Brandon’s to be.  It is, though, when we can’t go places because Luke would get overstimulated, and it is just plain old hard to keep up with him and keep him safe.  Heck, going into a grocery store without Luke getting run over in the parking lot or lost in the store is a big feat!
What I need to be doing even more than pampering my boys is following the Bible verses that we have hanging by our front door (the picture above—a framed Timothy Botts calligraphy). In Deuteronomy 5, Moses summons Israel and gives them the Ten Commandments. Deuteronomy 6:5 says to love the Lord with our ALL.  And then 7 says “Impress them on your children.  Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up.”

Wow!  Sounds like sharing Scripture with Brandon and Luke should be as natural as breathing. Just something you do all the time. Boy, do I fall short of that!!  I need the Lord’s help to be more consistent and continually remind the boys how much God loves them. That Jesus died on the cross for them. To be in the word daily myself, so that I have God’s wisdom to pass down to my children. I need to be deliberate about this on our short getaway, so that besides tasting all kinds of mustard we both “TASTE and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the man who takes refuge in him." (Psalm 34:8, NIV)
PRAY:  “Lord help us to make your word part of our daily lives and part of our children’s daily lives.  May it become so natural for us to talk about You with them that we can’t imagine not doing it.  Please work in the hearts and minds of our families.”

1 comment:

  1. I think sometimes we teach scripture by living it. 1 Cor 13 - Love is patient, love is kind. It takes patience to drive to another state to go to a mustard museum when you might care to go some place else. I hope you have a fabulous family time. Personally, I love mustard. If a friend is traveling and wants to know what I would like as a small gift - mustard! I am currently enjoying a lovely honey truffle mustard from CA and I think fond thoughts of my friend who brought it to me every time I open the jar. Mustard is a bit of sunny-colored love in a jar.