Tuesday, January 13, 2015


Praise the Lord, my soul, 
all my inmost being, praise his holy name.
Praise the Lord, my soul and forget not all his benefits - 
who forgives all your sins
and heals all your diseases, 
who redeems your life from the pit
and crowns you with love and compassion,
who satisfies your desires with good things
so that your youth is renewed like the eagle's.

The Lord works righteousness
and justice for all the oppressed.

He made his ways known to Moses,
his deeds to the people of Israel:
The Lord is compassionate and gracious,
slow to anger, abounding in love.
He will not always accuse, nor will he harbor his anger forever;
he does not treat us as our sins deserve
or repay us according to our iniquities.
For as high as the heavens are above the earth, 
so great is his love for those who fear him;
as far as the east is from the west, 
so far has he removed our transgressions from us.

As a father has compassion on his children,
so the Lord has compassion on those who fear him;
for he knows how we are formed, 
he remembers that we are dust.
THE LIFE OF MORTALS IS LIKE GRASS,
THEY FLOURISH LIKE A FLOWER OF THE FIELD;
THE WIND BLOWS OVER IT AND IT IS GONE,
AND IT'S PLACE REMEMBERS IT NO MORE.
But from everlasting to everlasting
the Lord's love is with those who fear him,
and his righteousness with their children's children - 
with those who keep his covenant
and remember to obey his precepts.

The Lord has established his throne in heaven,
and his kingdom rules over all.

Praise the Lord, you his angels,
you mighty ones who do his bidding,
who obey his word.
Praise the Lord, all his heavenly hosts,
you his servants who do his will.
Praise the Lord, all his works everywhere in his dominion. 

Praise the Lord, my soul.

In my slow process of memorizing Psalm 103 the verses above really stuck out to me.  It was a day that the fisherman spoiled us.  He came home from church and loaded us all up and we went and got all new boots.  I watched him as he helped a couple kids try on their new, waterproof, warm boots.  I thanked God for him.  The tall, handsome man who works hard to provide and worked hard to buy each of his boys boots, so we could all play in the snow and stay warm.  Each boy walked out with their new boots, heads high and ready to play.  As we are driving home, the fisherman pulled into another outfitter store and asked me to get out and try on some boots.  I protested and he insisted.  He picked them out with me and had me try them on and purchased them with a smile.  My cup wasn't full...it was overflowing.  Now don't get me wrong here.  It was not overflowing because my husband shelled out cash that day...it was overflowing because he was taking care of those he loved.  He was a proud man that day...provided good boots for his family.

We drove home and packed on our snow gear and we headed out as a family...building snow forts.


It was a day filled with planning war zones and guard walls and slides so they can run and slide down to the back of their fort.  Snowball storage and tunnels to sneak up on their enemies.  A total boy-filled day.  I watched them play and the desire arose in me. 

I WANT TO RAISE STRONG, BRAVE, COURAGEOUS, GODLY MEN

How in the world do I do that though? I basically grew up with sisters and my brother who we treated like a sister.

THE MISSION OF MOTHERHOOD
I stumbled across this book called, "Moms Raising Sons to be Men" by Rhonda Stoppe. 
Here is some of what she said (funny how during my bath this is the book I grabbed after feeling such a desire all day...not funny...divine):

I had been called by God to the mission of motherhood.  God has called you to join Him in the work He plans to do in your children.  To become the instrument God will use to train your son somehow sheds glorious light on the unique ministry of motherhood, doesn't it? The Bible instructs God's servants to "take heed to the ministry which you have received in the Lord, that you may fulfill it." There is no pass.  No get-out-of-jail-free card.  Your ministry came in the form of your son.  How will you prepare yourself for that ministry? God never intended mothers to go it alone.  Through His Word, He wants to equip you to train your children to love and trust Him.  

So often I fail to remember that raising kids is a ministry.  That it's not a punishment.  It's not in the way of my life...it's a divine ministry.  God chose this for me. 



So often we as women turn to the "key" women in the Bible.  Women like Ruth, Naomi, Eve, Deborah, Mary, Martha, Sarah, Rebekah and the list goes on...but I wanted to focus on the moms in the Bible...the ones who raised strong, brave, courageous, godly men!
 Here is what I learned about the moms of David and Moses...
1. Davids mom allowed her son to become a man while living at home.  You know like tending the family sheep while fighting off lions and other large predators.
2.  Davids mom had the courage to leave his safety in the hands of God.  
3.  Davids mom respected her husbands wisdom.  As Davids dad sent him to war to bring food to his older brothers.
4. Moses mom had character I yearn for.  She trusted God fully.  I cannot imagine birthing a son during the time where they were being sought out to be killed.  Keeping a newborn quiet from crying, squealing and screaming?Then to prepare a basket for him to float down the river.  And all the while it doesn't say much that Jochebed (Jehovah glorified) whined and complained to Amram...but that she trusted God.  I can't imagine the pain in her body for sending her son in a basket down the Nile River prowling with crocodiles.  I can't imagine the questions and the weeping tears.  But she did and she was rewarded.  She was given Moses back to nurse and raise for the next few years.  

Jochebed had just a few years to influence her son and really that is all I have.  I can follow "how to" books and do a step by step challenge on raising godly men but what it all boils down to is my faith and love for Christ.  Learning to love God will make your heart loyal to Him.  When I say this, I'm not talking about being a religious woman - that is, someone who merely goes through the motions of religious duty and rituals in the hopes that you can somehow earn God's favor.  No I am talking about genuine change that starts in the heart and draws upon God's power and wisdom.  I'm talking about a true inner love and passion for God and not mere external behavior that might look good to others but amounts to nothing more than hallow actions.  The loyalty God seeks comes from the heart.  The Holy Spirit can use your loyal heart to draw your son to know and obey God.  If your faith isn't authentic, your son will know it, and that will likely turn him away from the things of God.




Jochebed had no idea she was being used by the Lord to train a child who would one day become the deliverer of Israel. When David's mother sent her young son to the battlefront, how could she have known God had been preparing him to slay a giant? And would she have ever dreamed that her gentle warrior would one day be the king of Israel, as well as a man after God's own heart? 

The first teachers of these godly leaders were not theologians; they were mothers.  And you are your sons first teacher about God as well.  You share the same role God entrusted to Moses' and David's mothers.  Generation after generation, the mission of motherhood has been the same.  

Friday, January 2, 2015


I pulled the thick warm wool sweater over his head, gently layering it with the soft flannel shirt.  I wrap a scarf around his neck and ask him if he wants to wear daddy's hat.  His eyes light up and runs to get it. I couldn't for the life of me find a glove or mitten set.  We never have both...we always lose one. 

I am preparing to celebrate this little man in my life.  One of my most difficult pregnancies but an easy delivery.  The muscles in my stomach weren't strengthened from the previous baby who was just 5 months old.  A 5 month old baby and the positive lines on a pregnancy test.  I'm sure you can imagine my emotions.  My husband flew home from work because he thought something was terribly wrong.  He couldn't understand through the panting and tears over the phone.  The pregnancy was hard and I easily went into pre-term labor with any physical activity.  But on January 2, 2009 Matthew Kurt Berenbrock graced us with him presence and officially became part of this family. 






We call him "smalls".  He is.  He was always a very petite child compared to the others.  Never really had those super chubby cheeks so fat you couldn't see his neck and he never really had fat rolls.  

If you were to ask others about Matt, I am sure you would get a HUGE variety of answers. Words that would come to my mind would be... Loud, crazy, hyper, challenging, small, naughty, mischievous, not affectionate...and the list would go on! 

He has definitely brought challenges.  He was the most content baby.  I remember him sitting on a blanket in the grass up at the cottage perfectly content watching his brothers be active.  He continued to grow and bring many challenges.  His speech lacks so he is hard to understand.  He has allergies so he is loud.  He isn't heard very well from his brothers so he makes it up by being even more loud.  He craves attention but is that middle child.  It's hard to get.  He is dying to be independent but lacks some skills...like being able to pour milk from a full gallon.  

Although he brings many challenges...he brings me so.much.joy!

"Love is an unconditional commitment to an imperfect individual to meet the needs of a person in such a manner that will require personal sacrifice."




"Unless you are willing to let a youngster be an original, you will never know what he might blossom into."

Matthew does not like hugs or kisses.  He get stiff as a board if you try to hug him and he knows exactly how many times you've kissed him and where and he wipes them all off.  But you know he loves you when he smiles at you.  His smile speaks so loudly and boldly.  You know he loves you when he climbs on your back or wants you to play with him.  Although I crave snuggles and kisses and hugs from him...I have learned to find ways that reassure he loves me.  He wants to cook with me.  Every morning he sneaks in to see if Daddy left for work yet and if he has...he sneaks into our bed and snuggles close...sometimes fully and sometimes just his feet.  He wants me to tuck him in still and if we're watching a movie...he'll climb up on my lap and watch it with me.






"All great leaders were not child prodigies.  Most of the great people of our day and history had parents - at least a mother - who believed there was something great down inside and were determined to help discover what it was."

Matthew Kurt, your spunk brings so much joy to our lives.  Your smile brings so much warmth to my heart.  Your giggle makes me love that much more.  Your imagination makes me laugh.  Your tears pull on every single one of my heart strings.  You truly are a kind and loving brother.  Every time you see an elephant you think of Auntie.  Every time you see jewelry you think of me.  You share your toys and make sure your little brother is happy.  You truly do put others before yourself and that my child, is a rare quality to have at your age. 







"Never underestimate the awesome, often undiscovered potential of a child. A Bach, an Edison, an Oppenheimer, a Babe Ruth may be waiting to be unleashed."

HAPPY 6TH BIRTHDAY MATTHEW KURT BERENBROCK!!!
I often question my ability to be your mom...but I am always grateful for the job given.
I love you!