The Flame Within

"All Scripture is inspired by God and profitable for teaching, for reproof, for correction, for training in righteousness; so that the man of God may be adequate, equipped for every good work." 2 Timothy 3:16-17

  • Tonight your sitting around the Heavenly table.

    Countless times I recall sitting around the dinner table with you,

    My seat of choice was always next to you.

    Your laugh contagious, your smile beaming, and a spirit of God’s tender love all around you.

    You loved fellowshipping around any table.

    Your generosity evident to all.

    Two weeks ago, you were ailing… Not even able to feed yourself.

    Yet, you laughed and held my hand.

    Still wanting to take us to dinner.

    I Remember you saying, “Where do you want to go for dinner?”

    Makes me laugh, as I knew you wouldn’t be going to dinner.

    Makes me smile, because in your ailing state you were still wanting to show me love.

    You showed your love by feeding those you loved.

    These are the fond memories I will always hold dear.

    You were never rich. Yet, your hand was always open.

    Always seeing needs and meeting them in any way you could.

    Simple acts of kindness… Never unnoticed by me.

    I miss you, uncle.

    My heart longs for another day in your presence.

    How I long to share one more happy dinner with you.

    One more happy memory.

    Enjoy your new Heavenly table.

    Have fun sharing the table… laughing… And loving those who’ve awaited your arrival.

    All I ask is “Save a seat for me?”

    “Save me a seat next to you… That’s where I want to be.”

  • Here I sit, on the couch.
    Two weeks ago to the day,
    In the same spot we sat… Together.

    You were sick… Weak for sure.
    Yet…a beautiful conversation we shared.
    Here on this couch… We laughed… Loved… And spoke of future dreams.

    Pride… The emotion I felt in your presence.
    You listened to my heart… You always knew how to encourage my weary spirit.
    Here, you told me how proud of me you were.

    We spoke and laughed for quite some time.
    I watched you grow tired.
    Encouraged you to lay down and rest.

    If only I’d known,
    Those precious 45 minutes would be your last lucid conversation?
    Here I sit… Snuggling into the arm of the couch where we last loved and laughed.

    Two weeks of fighting…
    You fought a strong battle.
    And won with the medal of countless Heavenly crowns.

    I held your hand as you took your last… final..  Earthly breadth.
    I was honored to stand next to your bedside.
    To witness your face when you saw the face of God.

    This couch suddenly feels empty… Lonely.
    I long for one more conversation… More cherished memories.
    Tonight I snuggle into the couch where you often rested your head.

    Your home is full of people…  Your loved ones.
    Yet, your absence makes this home feel empty..
    My heart longs for your Earthly presence.

    Sleeping in your favorite resting spot…
    I smell your comforting scent.
    In this home you are everywhere…

    I keep expecting you to walk into the room.
    To hear your good old southern boy laugh…
    As you ask in your deep and gentle voice, “Where we going to eat?

     

    Giving…The one word that describes you best.

     

    Hanzil Burtman… The purest example of God’s deepest love.

     

    Your life… Cherished and loved by many.

     

    Dance sweet uncle… Dance with Jesus… Holding the hands of those you’ve loved… Who’ve gone before.

     

    RIP Hanzil Lavern Burtman “You will be greatly missed!”

    We miss you… We love you… We’ll see you in our Heavenly dwelling.

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    Memories… Powerful memories.

    Childhood memories.

    The good memories are bombarding my heart.

    You… Uncle were there… in the positive.

    Providing memories of happiness… love… and peace.

    I can’t recall a time you weren’t poised… peaceful… and kind.

    You stood out in my little mind.

    In a world full of chaos.

    Several times a year… you came to visit.

    Enough to make a huge impact on my life.

    You stood out in my little heart.

    Full of life… strength… and plenty of love.

    I always loved you… admired your morals… I looked up to you.

    You were and will always be my childhood hero.

    You loved me back.  Kissed my cheek… held my hand.
    You were proud of me… And never ceased to tell me.

    I was lost in a world without stability.

    In the midst of my childhood chaos you were a steady presence.

    Loving me with the love of God.

    Thank you for showing God’s unconditional love.

    Thank you, Uncle Hanzel, for your giving and loving spirit.

    For standing up for God, and being a beacon of light in the heart of a little blond headed girl.

    This blond headed girl, is grateful, and will look forward to the day we meet again in Heaven.

    Your Biggest Fan,

    Crystal

  • My hands are shaking.  My head is spinning, tension is squeezing extreme pressure into my neck, my head hurts, I feel utterly helpless.  I can’t make it stop.  There is nothing I can do, I can’t make my loved one stay.  God wants to take him home, into the Heavenly Realms.  I should be dancing with joy, and celebrating.  He will no longer be in pain.  He will see Jesus very soon.  This is a happy occasion, right?

    Why don’t I want to celebrate?  Why don’t I want to dance?   I’m too busy holding back these tears.  Trying my hardest to not break down.  To be strong, and somehow make since of this painful influx of emotion and grief.

    I almost feel like playing tug of war with God.  No, please don’t take him!  I need him!  He’s always been a strong Christian influence in my life.  He’s my childhood hero.  The tall man, who loved us, took care of us, and always bought us doughnuts.  He’s my uncle… but really much more than just an uncle.  He’s the only loving, positive, and Christian man in my childhood memories.   He’s mine!  Please… Let him stay a little longer!

    I know I shouldn’t question God, I shouldn’t ask God to keep him in this rotten world another day.  I know it’s pure selfishness!  Forgive me Lord for wrestling with your plan.  Help me to trust your plan, and joyously celebrate his “Coming Home” experience.

    Right now the tears… flow in large droplets down my pale skin.  My heart feels like it’s being unlawfully squeezed.  Lord, give me strength.  Help me to be your strength in the midst of the pain… the grief… the letting go of a dear sweet Godly man.  A man you blessed me with for 34 years.  I am packing my bag.  I long to be at his side as he runs into Your arms.  Lord, as selfish as this request is, I pray you let me be at his side, I want to witness his face, as you say, “Welcome home My good and faithful servant.  Now I will show you the crowns I have stored up in Heaven for you.  Welcome home!”  I want to see his happiest and deepest smile this side of Heaven.

    Thank you Lord, for the gift of Hanzel Burtman.  Thank you for sharing him with me for 34 years!  Thank you for his heart, and his deep love for his family.  Thank you!

    Crystal

  • This life of mine, wasn’t in my cards.

    A heart filled with God’s peace and joy, a husband who loves and adores me, and my four beautiful and happy children.

     

    This life of mine, more than I could have imagined growing up.

    Constantly living in fear, my youth was stolen.  Taken in a dysfunctional frenzy.

     

    This life of mine, I only dreamed of, wished for, and earnestly prayed for.

    Pain… sin… Anger… Oh the anger that surrounded those I needed to love me.  Those who knew not, how to love.

     

    This life of mine, purely a gift from above.

    The family I lived with as a child, still living in darkness.  Pain… hurt… rejection… screams from their eyes.

     

    This life of mine, God saved, changed, and drew to Himself.

    God revealed his light to my heart, I earnestly sought, reached, and yearned for His love.  I needed… God’s light, to guide my broken and fragile heart.

     

    This life of mine, a life many long for… yet few ever acquire.

    Wholesome love from God, my husband,  children, family, and Christian friends.

     

    This life of mine, a pinch me I am dreaming… Kind of life.

    I no longer grope through pitch black darkness.  No longer destined for a life of self-destruction.  No longer “that” little girl, from “that” family.

     

    This life of mine, a living… breathing, present day example of God’s miraculous nature.

    God literally plucked me out of my family’s dark, saddened pit.  Saving my soul from a frightening… utterly heart wrenching future.

     

    This life of mine,  A Life of hope … filled with joy… peace… and love.

    Love reaching out to me from every direction.  God’s constant hand guiding my heart… a handsome prince, who walks beside me… four of the most beautiful and wonderful children this side of Heaven.

     

    This life of mine, For which I thank God… Praise God.

    I give God all the credit.  My life’s joyful mist… Leaving a legacy of God’s love unto future generations.

     

    Jeremiah 29:11″For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for you to have a prosperous future, and NEVER to harm you.”

     

    Thank you Father for rescuing my soul.  Seeking my fragile and broken heart.  Thank you for daily leading me into true God sized healing.  Moment by moment… my heart sings praise.  You Father, are my daily counselor.  Leading me unto a path of true healing, and making my heart a resemblance of your love.  Lord, thank you from the bottom of my heart, for my loving and Godly husband, and my children who love me unconditionally.  Thank you for surrounding me with Your followers, who lead me to the cross on a regular basis.

    I’m a true believer, You have saved my soul… And made me a “forever” believer!

    Your Beloved Daughter,

    Crystal

  • Fall is my favorite time of year for family activities!  I love taking pictures of leaf fights, picking apples, and everything autumn.  I love the changing and vibrant colors of the leaves.  I couldn’t resist sharing these pictures of my cute kids experiencing “the beauty of fall”.

    Sweet Caroline.

     

    This is my pumpkin!

    Robby chose a cool pumpkin.

    This pumpkin is heavy.

    Amazed by the pumpkin patch.

    Daniel insisted on this green pumpkin.

     

    Family picture.

    Little Daniel.

    Daddy and his girl.

    Awww…. Look at those eyes!

    My little people.

    She’s so happy.

    Caroline is getting big.

     

    Caroline absolutely loved the goats!

    She’s in love!

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    I just arrived home from picking Robby up from his two day camp experience at Bradford Woods.  It’s a long time tradition for all 5th graders in Bloomington, In to attend this camp.

    Currently he’s taking a much needed shower, and I’m looking forward to hearing more highlights from his trip.  Robby and I are going to dinner tonight, his choice, to talk about his exciting trip.

    After I sent him off to shower, I (like any normal mother) frantically began throwing all his smelly clothes into the washing machine.  As I held my breath, and attempted to empty his bag, I found his devotional.  Tears spilled from my eyes, deep pride welled within my soul.  This devotional was a sign, from God, “Crystal, you and Robert are raising your kids, to walk in my steps.  Great job!”

    Often times, I beat myself up.  I ponder all the things I need to do better.  Right now, I feel pretty good!  I’m honored to be raising a boy who chooses to take his devotional to camp.

    Today… God spoke to my heart.  Not through an audible voice, a song, or even a quiet… still moment.  Through a simple book… in the side zipper of a mud grimed travel bag.

    Thank you, Lord!  I’m blessed to be raising an amazing young man, who has a heart to serve, please, and know you more.

  • The sun is radiant,
    This day perfect in every way

    Quality time spent,
    With my  Beautiful and Fun baby girl.

    Aimlessly she wanders,
    Carefree… So full of life.

    Each time she smiles,
    My heart leaps for joy.

    Her smile is life-altering.
    Candy to my soul.

    Entered the world,
    Bright eyed and aware.

    No tears,
    Only enthusiasm and excitement.

    Looking… Expecting… Discovering….
    The gift of her life.

    Such a happy girl,
    Plenty of hugs to share.

    She never meets a stranger,
    Waves “hello” to everyone we see.

    Each time she laughs,
    God’s love blisters through my entire being.

    This bond between a momma and her little girl,
    A gift I will always treasure.

    Thank you God,
    For the blessing of my daughter!

  • I had been married for a year and a month.  I had spent the weekend away from my husband, visiting family.  My cycle was late, but I penned it to stress.  My emotions were everywhere.  At some point, my thoughts convinced me I might be pregnant.  I drove to the pharmacy to purchase a pregnancy test.  I decided to follow the instructions (I guess, this is something you only do when you take your first test), and waited until morning to take the test.  All night I couldn’t sleep, and could tell I just wasn’t feeling like myself.  Around 5:30 a.m. I decided, “It’s now or never!”  Three minutes later, my life changed forever.  Unsure how to organize my emotions, and calm my beating heart beat,  I walked into my good friend Terri’s room, and woke her up.  I’ll never forget siting on her bed, and telling her the result of the test.  At first she laughed, as she found humor in this new life-altering information.  After her snickering came to a halt, her face turned serious.  I’m not sure what changed her demeanor, whether her memories took her back into history, where they placed a chubby baby girl in her arms, or she realized she wasn’t being sensitive.  She looked at me and said, “Welcome to a life of feeling guilty!”  I’m sure she said  many positive and encouraging comments in our 30 minute conversation.    However, all I remember is these six words, “Welcome to a life of feeling guilty!”  This thought scared me to the core, I couldn’t fully comprehend the meaning of  welcome to a life of feeling guilty.  As our conversation ended she said, “You better go call your husband.”

    These words ring true after 12 years of marriage,  as I raise my almost 11 year old tween,  and four amazing children later.  My friend was absolutely correct in her words, in her attempt to aid me into the path of motherhood.

    Everyday as a mother, I experience guilt.  Guilt in different extremes, for different reasons, and even when I know I’m doing the right thing.  I’ll take the risk of being real, in the hope some of you mothers feel guilt in similar situations.  I feel guilt for not feeding my children enough fruits and vegetables, guilt for sending them to a public school, for not having the right personality to home school, for saying “no” when my children want a toy from Target, and for making my picky eater, eat the meal I prepared.  Often times I “know” what I’m doing is for the best, but I still feel guilty.  I feel guilty when my children get their well check shots,  when I take them back to their beds, when they are begging to sleep in mommy and daddy’s room, and especially when I know I  need to discipline them.

    What beguiles me is why I feel this constant guilt?

    Often I feel guilt, when I should feel guilt.  I should feel guilt when I have sinned against my children, and have not obeyed God’s word, in my mothering interactions.  As a Christian mother, this comes in the form of conviction.  Often it’s difficult to discern Godly conviction and plain old rotten guilt.

    In my eleven years as a mom, I have asked myself many times, “How do I know if this is Ungodly guilt of Godly conviction?’

    “Corinthians 7:10 “Godly sorrow brings repentance that leads to salvation and leaves no regret, but worldly sorrow brings death.”

    I have realized when God is convicting my heart, I have a relentless need for repentance.  As God digs deep into my soul, I realize peace will only come when I have dealt with my sin.

    As I attempt to make peace with God and my children I follow these four steps.

    Four Steps to Mending My Mothering Sin, “Making Things Right With God and My Children”

    (These steps can be used when dealing with all sin, but for today’s purposes we are focusing on our children.)

    1. Admit my sin to God.

    Ask  Him to help me in this tough job of motherhood.  Ask Him to help me to be a Godly mother.  Depending on the gravity of the situation this may be a quick, “Wow, I messed that up!  Lord, can you help me with this in the future.” , or “God please forgive me, what was I thinking, how can I make things right with you, and with my kids.  Please forgive me and help me to be a better mother.!”

    2. Ask God to forgive my sin toward Him and my children.

    A year ago, I was a downright awful mother.   Whether it was a result of my hormones, or just a bad day, I don’t know.  I went to bed, and God immediately began working on my heart.  I bawled over my sin, as I recalled scolding them that evening.  Their poor little eyes frozen in my heart, simply broke my heart.  My Godly sorrow brought repentance.

    3. Ask your children to forgive you.

    I am the mother of “I’m sorry!”  I must apologize often.  Last week, I snapped at my four year old for peeing in my bed, and he ran off in tears.  I hugged him and told him I was sorry, and that mommy was frustrated because I had to change my clean sheets.  The same evening he was doing another childlike antic, and once again I snapped at him.  He ran to his room, in full blown sobs.  I mean this was serious.  He wouldn’t even come down for ice cream.  I sat him up on my lap, and literally hugged and lavished apologies all over, until his crying stopped.  I told him, “Mommy had no right to snap at you, and I love you so much!  Can you forgive me?  I don’t think mommy deserves an ice cream because I was naughty, what do you think?”  My little guy extended grace to me, he hugged me back and walking me into the kitchen to retrieve our ice cream.   Our little people are quite forgiving, we must simply ask for their forgiveness.    When we admit our sin to our children, and seek their forgiveness, we reveal the depth of God’s love, forgiveness and grace.  As a result, we reveal the depth of our love for them.

    4. Seek to be a better mother everyday, and learn from our mistakes.

    This job of a motherhood is not easy.  We need God, we need wisdom, and we need creativity.  I realize first hand how hard it is to find time to read God’s word, pray, and read parenting books.  However, if we are to become Godly mother’s we “MUST” know God’s heart.  We need all the wisdom, knowledge, and parenting tips we can get our hands on.

    Here is a list of sources which enrich my walk through motherhood.

    1. Prayer.  Constant prayer… Never ending prayer.  We can pray… all the time.  We can pray while folding clothes, nursing babies, playing outside, driving to appointments, doing the dishes, cooking dinner, we can pray almost anytime.

    2. The Bible .  If we want to have the heart of God as we rear our children, we must read and study His word.

    3. Parenting books.  The shelves in the Christian section are full of amazingly helpful books, written by parents having experienced the same experiences.

    A few of my favorite are… The Power of a Positive Mom, written by Karol Ladd… The Five Love Languages of Children, written by Chapman and Campbell, Bringing up Boys, written by James Dobson… Creative Correction, written by Whelchel… One of my favorite author’s is Dannah Gresh, you can’t go wrong with any of her books.

    4. Church, Bible Studies, Mom groups, Sunday School, Christian play groups.

    Christian fellowship is essential, as we attempt to raise our children in God’s word.  Not to mention… It’s a blast to be a part of good Christian communities.

    5. Focus On The Family, James Dobson.

    Here is the link to my favorite website.  I have a daily podcast app on my iPhone and iPad.  You can choose from a large array of topics.  God has used these podcast’s to directly speak to my heart, and I have attained insurmountable wisdom through these daily broadcasts.

    http://www.focusonthefamily.com/about_us/broadcasts.aspx

    I would love to hear from you?  How have you discerned rotten ugly guilt over Godly conviction?  What are other helpful Christian parenting sources you encountered along your path of parenthood?

    God Bless,

    Crystal

  • Lately, I’ve had several conversations with friends about Facebook.  Speaking openly and honestly with friends about Facebook’s pro’s and con’s, has encouraged me to write this blog.

    Seven Things to Keep In Mind As You Utilize Facebook

    1.  If Facebook makes you feel bad about yourself, you close your account.

    The world is constantly hurling bombs at us.  Many of these bombs we can’t control.  We can control whether we have a Facebook account.  It’s as simple as a few clicks of the mouse.  Voila… no more Facebook bombs.  (I want to assure you understand I am not throwing stones, I just want my readers, my friends, and my family members to feel good about themselves.)  In the same way, I don’t desire my children to get hurt by the people around them, I don’t want to see you hurt either.

    2. We can control who we friend, who we delete, and much of what comes through our News Feed.

    A few months ago, I left my computer running on my Facebook page, and found my 10 year old scrolling through my news feed.  I’m not sure all that he saw, but I realized one thing….  I care more about my child’s future, what he sees, and the information he perceives, than I do about hurting a long lost friend on my Facebook friend list.  I posted on my page, “I must inform you that today I found my son scrolling through my news feed, and it suddenly hit me that I must cleanse my news feed.  If you are a person who regularly post’s improper pictures, or words than you will be removed from my friend list.  It’s nothing personal, I’m just an over-protective mother, protecting my little ones.”

    3. We must decide… Why do I have a Facebook account?

    As for myself, I find Facebook to be a great ministry opportunity.  I can post scriptures the Lord has placed on my heart, send encouraging messages to friends, and keep in touch with loved ones all over the world.  I have even seen God use His people for His good works through Facebook.  Are you using Facebook as a venue to whine or complain?  To be honest, I get quite annoyed with whiners on Facebook.  (I have been guilty of this in the past as well, and I even get annoyed with myself).  Especially as Christians, our sole purpose for everything we do should be to glorify God.  Before I post a comment, I ask myself these things.

    * Is this post negative?

    * Will this offend or hurt someone’s feelings?

    * Am I complaining for the sake of complaining?

    * Will this hinder my reputation as a believer?

    * Does this post glorify God?

    4.  We must realize, people “typically” post their grandest side, and not all their ugliness.

    In my conversations with  friends, I have maintained one crucial theme…  “We are human, and we compare ourselves to those around us.”  Moms, although many of us look like the perfect mothers on Facebook, let me be the first to confess.  I am not a perfect mother.  I lose my temper on my kids, I snap at them when I should hold them, and daily I must confess my sin before God.  Not a single one of us is perfect.  Christ himself, was the only perfect human who ever walked this Earth’s soil.   I post perfect little pictures of my sweets, I blog about special moments I share with my kiddos, but I usually don’t share my biggest failures.  Our biggest failures…  we tend to keep to ourselves, we may share with our closest friends, but we don’t want the world knowing all our weaknesses.  When scrolling through Facebook, we should take the good as examples, and maybe gain some ideas from those around us.  If you are doing your best as a mom, if you are loving your little ones with all your heart, if you are seeking God’s will as your raise them (Deuteronomy 22:6 “Train up a child in the way they should go, and when they are old they shall never depart from it”)… than you are a good mom.

    5. Susie Homemaker quilts, bakes, cooks, makes scrapbooks, has an immaculate house, maintains an amazing and popular blog, has a prestigious job, sews, sings to her kids, reads to her kids, etc….  Get the idea!  We need to realize “Susie Homemaker does not exist.”

    We need to stop putting extreme pressure on ourselves.  Our children are enough pressure, and raising them is often more than we can handle.  I am most guilty in this area.  I want to do it all, I want to be like Anne who bakes wholesome bread, and I want to be like Crystal who gently sings to her children all the day, I want to be like Eve,  her home is spotless,   I want to sew like Gretchen, and I want to blog like Melanie, and I want to be fit like Brandi.  STOP!!!!!!!!!!!  God made you the way you are!  He loves you despite your burnt bread, he loves you despite the fast food you feed your kids, he loves you! I know it must break God’s heart, to look down and see us moms trying our hardest to be everything  He never intended for us to be, and not focusing on who He  intends for us to become.

    6. We need to give a little grace.

    We are all a work in progress.  (Ephesians 2:10′ “We are God’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works.  Which he has prepared in advance for us to do.” As we scroll through Facebook, we see all levels of God’s progress in our friends.  Some are new believer’s, some don’t know what they believe, some are seeking attention, some are whiners, some seem to only complain, some seem to have saintlike faith.  Despite where people are, we need to focus on ministering into their lives.  We are called to be the hands and feet of Jesus.  Is this our focus as we socialize with our Facebook friends?

    7. Most importantly, we need to find our worth in God alone.

    The reason Satan uses Facebook as a weapon to harm us, is because He knows we are people of insecurity.  Several years ago, after scrolling through Facebook, I felt terrible.  I’ll never forget the horrible thoughts I had playing in my mind.  I felt ugly, rotten, mean, unloved, unwanted, and I really thought to myself, the whole world hates me.  At that moment, I hated myself.  God spoke into my heart, as he desired to comfort my sobbing heart.  “Crystal, STOP, I love you!  Why are you seeking your self worth, your esteem through Facebook?  Really?  Do you trust me?  Do you not know of my affection for you?  You must not look to this world for your security, for your worth.  Look up I will show you how much you mean to me, I will show you your worth, I will love you!  Stop… Please stop, looking to the world for fulfillment.  Look to me, I desire to fulfill you.  I love you, my precious daughter!”  I remember writing in my blog, as I cried out my very own psalm to the God of Heaven and Earth.  Admitting my sin, and seeking His love, to fill my emptiness.

    If you gather anything from this blog entry, it is my prayer you will know God loves you.  I pray you will know God’s love intimately, and you can use Facebook as tool to glorify God, and not allow Satan to use it as a tool to torment your spirit.

    Friends…  Do you know how much God loves you?  He made you!  He sent His son to die on a cross for YOU!  Who cares if you don’t quilt, or cook delicious meals, or if you don’t look like a super model.   God doesn’t!