Learning Together at Home: JoinTitus 2 University!

I’m so thrilled to be sharing here in this new online community for ladies! What a joy when sistren walk together in unity; can I hear an “amen?”

Denise and I had the chance to talk a bit recently and she thought the readers here might like to know about a project I launched last month.  Back in December, as I was studying and seeking the Lord about what exactly He wanted me to focus on as a writer and blogger and sojourner along the path of life, I ran across these old familiar verses in Titus 2:3-4…

“Older women likewise are to be reverent in their behavior, not malicious gossips nor enslaved to much wine, teaching what is good, so that they may encourage the young women to love their husbands, to love their children, to be sensible, pure, workers at home, kind, being subject to their own husbands, so that the word of God will not be dishonored.”

And I had one of those “aha!” moments.  Surely, here we have an outline for a great curriculum, if you will—a course of study we can’t go wrong with.  Many ladies lament the fact that there are no “older women” nearby offering to spend time with them—most are busy with their own lives, or feel unable or unqualified to step into the scary-looking shoes of the “older woman” having not been mentored themselves.  Others find that, as young mamas with little ones and carpool and soccer and chess and … and … and …

They are the ones with no discretionary time, and wish so much for a way to study and learn “together” without leaving home.

Sounded like the perfect opportunity for a whole new type of ministry! And so, Titus 2 University was born.

Since there are seven specific areas mentioned here, this is a nine-month “university.”  We begin with a general overview of these topics and talk about what it means to be a woman who follows the Lord.  Then for the next seven months, we’ll focus on each subject above in turn.

And here’s the really fun thing, which makes me giddy every time I think about it … some very precious “sistren” have agreed to join us!  We will cover loving our husbands with Cindy Rushton; loving our children with Sally Clarkson; being sensible with Crystal Paine; being pure with Chelsea Terwilliger; working at home with SarahMae; being kind with Emily Freeman, and being subject to our own husbands with Joy Forney!  And there are several more fabulous interviewees on the list.

You can get all the details and you can read more about it here.

Right now we have ladies from all over the country involved– and a few international friends, too! We’d love to have you join us!  If you decide to join us from Sisters in Bloom, send me an email to let me know.  I’ll make your last month of a monthly subscription free, or take $5 off the full-session purchase price. Hope to meet you soon!

Misty

Misty Krasawski is the overly-blessed mom of eight children whom she homeschools in sunshine-y Florida. She has been clinging ferociously to the hand of her Lord since she was knee-high to a grasshopper, homeschooling for the past thirteen years, and has eighteen more years ahead of her with the children who are glad she will have done most of her experimenting on those who went before. Her wonderful husband Rob has much treasure laid up for him in heaven for having been called to such a daunting task.

 

Deeply Rooted…

“Then Christ will make his home in your hearts as you trust in him. Your roots will grow down into God’s love and keep you strong.” ~ Ephesians 3:17 (NLT)

Third row from the left, second seat back.  That’s where I parked myself during speech class, a one hundred level class I took as an elective in college.  It seemed easy enough.  You go, you talk, you pass.  Right?  I figured I’d be challenged, but how difficult could it really be?

As expected, the class proved challenging but enjoyable.  Many of the techniques, tools and skills learned still help me even now when speaking publicly.  It was certainly worth my time.

What I didn’t expect, however, was a challenge I received early in the semester.

My professor, a fun-loving leftist, thought it fun to toy with me, a freshman rightist.  He enjoyed stories of my rural upbringing, loved hearing my “backwoods” speech and couldn’t believe anyone thought as innocently as I did.  Our banter was fun, but soon took a turn which knocked me for a loop.

Our assignment for this particular speech had religious overtones.  We could take it any way we liked, but we must be able to defend our content.  I confidently wrote my speech, believing it to its core.  After presenting, I took my seat, poised and ready to defend.

He looked at me and smiled.  At that point, things took a turn.

Kindly, yet straight-forwardly, he began asking questions.  One after another after another.  Surprisingly, I couldn’t offer any support or defense other than, “Well, I think…” or “Well, I believe…”  In turn, he’d ask “Why do you think?” or “Why do you believe?”  I sat stunned.  I really didn’t know.  All I could offer were platitudes and cliches, what I grew up hearing or what I remembered from Sunday school lessons.  I had no solid biblical defense to submit.  For the first time, I had no idea why I believed what I believed.

Unfortunately, my astonishment didn’t propel me deep into His word, neither did my disappointment push me closer to him.  Instead, I sang a little louder, attended a few more church functions and volunteered more than usual.  Life was surface.  My root system was non-existent because no relationship existed between my Creator and me.

As a result, I was at the mercy of life’s wind.

A search began.  My search began.

It took a few years, but I finally found what I was looking for.

No wait!  Rephrase…

It took a few years, but I finally found WHO I was looking for.

The moment I met him, my Creator, my Savior, the wind ceased and the roots appeared.

As I read and committed his word to memory, my roots deepened.

As I faithfully talked to him, seeking him INTENTIONALLY, my roots deepened.

As I worshiped him, singing his praises, my roots deepened.

As I shared him with friends, family and acquaintances, my roots deepened.

As I called upon him, receiving answer after answer, my roots deepened.

No longer does the wind of life toss me to and fro.

No longer do I leave life to chance.

No longer am I ignorant of his word.

My root system, nourished by him and him alone, is stronger and deeper.  Even when the winds of life sweep through, I may lean a little, but my roots keep be grounded.

How about you…

Have you met the One who gives life?  If so, are your roots still close to the surface or have they grown deep into the ground, providing you with a firm and sturdy foundation?

He’s waiting for you…

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