{"id":2895,"date":"2014-11-03T13:16:35","date_gmt":"2014-11-03T13:16:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/oshetablogs.wordpress.com\/?p=2895"},"modified":"2014-11-03T13:16:35","modified_gmt":"2014-11-03T13:16:35","slug":"matchmaking-for-my-kids","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/shalominthecity\/2014\/11\/matchmaking-for-my-kids\/","title":{"rendered":"Matchmaking For My Kids"},"content":{"rendered":"<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC \"-\/\/W3C\/\/DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional\/\/EN\" \"http:\/\/www.w3.org\/TR\/REC-html40\/loose.dtd\">\n<html><head><meta http-equiv=\"content-type\" content=\"text\/html; charset=utf-8\"><meta http-equiv=\"content-type\" content=\"text\/html; charset=utf-8\"><\/head><body><p>Every since I was a little girl, all I wanted was to go to school, study writing, marry a charismatic minister and have lots and lots of babies.\u00a0 As antiquated as this sounds, I wanted to devote my life to faith and family.\u00a0 From 16-18 \u201ctrain up my children in the way they should go\u201d was my life verse. During these years,\u00a0 I dreamed of mornings with my children that began with \u201cRise and Shine and give God the glory, glory\u201d and family prayer times at bedtime. I looked forward to baptisms in our pool\u00a0 (these dreams were spun under the scorching Texas sun, after all), bible quizzes in the van while we run errands and hours of Veggie Tales.\u00a0 I wanted the sign above our doorpost that says \u201cas me for and my house we\u2019re going to serve the Lord\u201d and at some point, maybe not while their little but definitely before my daughter turned thirteen and the boys start lurking around the door I wanted a gun above my mantel.\u00a0 How this fit into my dream being a Bible-believing family or raising thoroughly Christian children\u2013 I\u2019m not sure\u2013 but every man of God I admired had a gun and a robust plan to intimidate would-be suitors so I figured: Jesus,\u00a0 guns, and fear-based encouragement kept your daughter off the pole with her virtue in tact. My goal in Christian parenting was to basically recreate every mountaintop faith experience I ever had as a <a href='https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/library\/pentecostal' target='_blank'>Pentecostal<\/a> teenager and fit every stereotype of a bible-believing family in the Bible belt, possible. Stereotypes are stereotypes for a reason, right?<\/p>\n<p>But, then I had these three children and they\u2019re complex with their stubbornness to not rise, or shine and give God the glory, glory. I have these stingy children who would rather fight about seat privileges when we load up to go to Target than quote the various pieces of the armor of God and I\u2019ve found these slightly sarcastic children (not like they didn\u2019t learn that from yours truly!?!) are deeply, deeply allergic to talking vegetables singing silly songs.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/oshetablogs.files.wordpress.com\/2014\/11\/tyson.jpg\" class=\" decorated-link\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"nofollow\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-2899 size-large\" src=\"https:\/\/oshetablogs.files.wordpress.com\/2014\/11\/tyson.jpg?w=660\" alt=\"tyson\" width=\"660\" height=\"495\"><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/oshetablogs.files.wordpress.com\/2014\/11\/tj.jpg\" class=\" decorated-link\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"nofollow\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-2896 size-large\" src=\"https:\/\/oshetablogs.files.wordpress.com\/2014\/11\/tj.jpg?w=660\" alt=\"TJ\" width=\"660\" height=\"495\"><\/a> <a href=\"https:\/\/oshetablogs.files.wordpress.com\/2014\/11\/trinity.jpg\" class=\" decorated-link\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"nofollow\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-2897 size-large\" src=\"https:\/\/oshetablogs.files.wordpress.com\/2014\/11\/trinity.jpg?w=660\" alt=\"Trinity\" width=\"660\" height=\"880\"><\/a><br>\nWhen real-life happened,\u00a0 I had to recalibrate my parenting approach and look to Jesus to help re-frame my role as a Mama.\u00a0 Surprisingly (and maybe not so much, I mean I did ask him to help, right?), I\u2019ve found him in the mundane mothering moments.\u00a0 At the sticky coffee table at 5am and the lumpy couch in the middle of the night.\u00a0 During long walks under kaleidoscope trees on a chilly Monday morning while listening to All Sons and Daughters on my iPod.\u00a0 Jesus started whispering truth to my heart while I washed dishes and cleaned up vomit and silently sob in my closet while I prayed for peace.\u00a0 During that season of re-framing, I fell in love with him after\u00a0 \u201caha\u201d moments when my favorite tattooed woman pastor teaches on grace and when I\u2019m viciously underlining pages of books written by \u201cradicals\u201d.<\/p>\n<p>Eventually, I came to know why I love Jesus and it wasn\u2019t only because of the mountain top, charismatic, chandelier swinging moments, so why not alter the way I introduce my kids to include those more tender, personal moments?\u00a0 <strong>If I love Jesus shouldn\u2019t my children\u2019s introduction to him stem from that love and not my anxiety that they \u201cget it right\u201d or have an amazing altar call experience?\u00a0 What if my role in spiritual formation for my children starts with me a woman who loves Jesus who happens to be a Mama who wants her children to as well?\u00a0 It\u2019ll shift my parenting paradigm from\u00a0 Mountaintop Moment Manufacturer to more of a Matchmaker between Jesus and my babies. What if love wins in this situation?<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>These were the questions that gave my clarity to my calling as a mama.<\/p>\n<p>So I decided to stop striving to make mountaintop moments for my kids to learn about Jesus and began asking him show up in everyday, unexpected ways for them\u2013 just like he did for me. I asked him to use a caterpillar they found at the park as a visual aid to teach how he can transform us too. I let them watch a movie about an orphan who goes to the future to meet his future family\u2013The Robinsons\u2013and as he realized that eventually, someday, he will find a home I prayed for the Holy Spirit to remind my children of the scripture they hear from their parents all the time\u2013that God sets the lonely in families\u2013 then I asked Jesus to let them know they are a part of the family of God. I laid down my pride to let my children see me \u2013their mama\u2013mess-up royally when I snap at their daddy and then asked Jesus to help me use my weakness to teach grace, forgiveness, and reconciliation.<\/p>\n<p>Basically, I started asking Jesus to start wooing my kids on their level, to show up where they are, and show off just for them.<\/p>\n<p>And you know what he did.<\/p>\n<p>This weekend, my daughter and I watched \u201cGilmore girls\u201d on Netflix\u00a0 while doing laundry and even though I\u2019ve seen the series multiple times, on Saturday I realized I had a kindred spirit in Miss Patty.<\/p>\n<p>Miss Patty is the local dance teacher.\u00a0 She\u2019s big and brash, pushy and peculiar; Miss Patty is everything you\u2019d expect from a once show-girl. She\u2019s kind-hearted and well-meaning, but knows a few things about men\u2026and dating\u2026.and marriage.\u00a0 Therefore she enthusiastically makes matches\u2013 including, but not limited to Lorelei Gilmore.<\/p>\n<p>I love Miss Patty.\u00a0 I love that her desire to match-make comes from a good place of knowing the joy of being in love. When I watch her insinuate connections and suggest companions, I see a woman who cares deeply that those who are dear to her are loved and loved well.\u00a0 I see Miss Patty studying Lorelei, her idiosyncrasies, her preferences, all of her good qualities and a few of her bad and saying, \u201cLook here\u2013 I\u2019ve found the right person for you.\u201d\u00a0 On the episode about the town picnic basket auction, I loved how Patty admitted to carrying around\u00a0 a picture of Lorelei in her wallet to \u201d in her daily travels\u201d she runs across a \u201cnice, single guy\u201d, she likes to have \u201ca visual aid to help with the wonderful buildup\u201d she gives Lorelei.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/oshetablogs.files.wordpress.com\/2014\/11\/tryaplum.jpg\" class=\" decorated-link\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"nofollow\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-2900\" src=\"https:\/\/oshetablogs.files.wordpress.com\/2014\/11\/tryaplum.jpg\" alt=\"tryaplum\" width=\"600\" height=\"379\"><\/a><br>\nIt\u2019s just the kind of intentional (yet, slightly creepy) mechanisms of matchmaking that makes me think MIss Patty is my spirit animal (even though I so, so, SO want to be a Rory). It also makes me rethink my responsibilities as a Jesus-following mama. <strong>Maybe all Jesus wants from me is to be willing to carry around a picture of God that looks like him and whenever the opportunity comes, I whip it out for my children to see and say, \u201cLook here- I\u2019ve found the right person for you!\u201d <\/strong><\/p>\n<p>This approach, this love-based, open-handed, Holy Spirit\u00a0 inviting approach takes the pressure off of me (and my morning routines or introductions to animated Christian characters) and leaves space for a love story to blossom. And you know what?\u00a0 I think that\u2019s what Jesus dreams for my children.\u00a0 He loves them, he wants them, and my job is to orchestrate moments for them to fall in love\u2013 not function out of legalism.<\/p>\n<p>I remember praying for my children one day and asking Jesus to meet them and I felt a very strong sense that he not only wanted to but he wanted to meet me in the process too. So, resolved that morning to stop manufacturing mountaintop moments and look for meet-cutes between Jesus and my babies.\u00a0 I resolved to let love blossom all around us and simply enjoy its fragrance in as we go about out day.<\/p>\n<p>They don\u2019t happen all the time\u2013these divine meet-cutes.\u00a0 Sometimes they happen when my daughter finds out we\u2019re got an amazing gift and exclaims, \u201cthat\u2019s so God!\u201d or my son says, \u201cThank you, Jesus!\u201d when he finds the Pokemon card he\u2019s been missing for days.\u00a0 They don\u2019t happen often, but when they do, I sit back and smile and trust that love will always win their hearts.<\/p>\n<p>Seeing Shalom as a Matchmaking Mama,<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/oshetablogs.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/08\/signature1.jpg\" class=\" decorated-link\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"nofollow\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-1096\" 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