Sunday, May 27, 2012
Monday, May 21, 2012
Yesterday we had a picnic after church and Steve asked me if I was able to have any conversations with anyone. I told him I was able to have a lot of half conversations and one full one. The others were met with "I need to go to the bathroom" or "Mom, can you look at this sandman's head?" or "Mom, look at this (dead) fish I caught!" And the cool thing is, as much as I would have loved to have had a full length grown up conversation with each of those friends, I'm grateful to be in the season of interruptions. I hesitated for a couple of minutes to jump up and take one of my little ones up the hill to the bathroom, because I had been wanting to have a conversation with this friend for some time now, but when I did get up and take her, I was so glad I did. As she skipped along and laughed, I thought it won't be long and she won't need me to go with her. She won't need me to help her wiggle back into her wet bathing suit back up or turn the knob on the sink. So, instead of feeling frustrated, I actually, by God's grace, was able to enjoy the so-called interruptions. And I'm slowly learning that they really aren't interruptions. They are opportunities to teach and train and enjoy the little people God has given to us to care for this season.
So, my baby is 4 as of yesterday. And she loves elephants and the color purple and blowing bubbles. She loves Popsicles and Magna Doodles and playing with her beads and drawing with chalk. She carries her pink Princess Softy wherever she can and she likes to wear dresses and brown sandals. She wants fish kisses and worship songs before she falls asleep at night as she's being tucked in before her prayers. And next year this time she'll probably have a different favorite color and toy and I'll be happy she's 5, but I won't wish away this season. I'll enjoy learning and growing with her!
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Friday, May 18, 2012
a fire and a tool (Jeremiah 23:29)
a weapon (Ephesians 6:17)
seed (1 Peter 1:23)
It is perfect, sure, right, pure, true and righteous.
It is sweeter than honey, and to be desired more than much fine gold (Psalm 19:7-10).
It can convert the soul.
Make wise the simple.
Rejoice the heart.
Enlighten the eyes.
It is living and powerful, and sharper than any two-edged sword.
It is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart. (Hebrews 4:12)
It is the Word of God.
Am I being governed by the Word of God? That is a question I've been thinking on as I've been reading Donald Whitney's excellent book "Ten Questions to Diagnose Your Spiritual Health".
Governed - (Websters 1828) - Directed; regulated by authority; controlled; managed; influenced; restrained.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Out of the depths, O Lord, I cry to You
When I am tempted to despair
Though I might fail to trust Your promises
You never fail to hear my prayer
And if You judged my sin
I’d never stand again
But I see mercy in Your hands
So more than watchmen for the morning
I will wait for You, my God
When my fears come with no warning
In Your Word I’ll put my trust
When the harvest time is over and I still see no fruit
I will wait, I will wait for You
The secret mysteries belong to You
We only know what You reveal
And all my questions that are unresolved
Don’t change the wisdom of Your will
In every trial and loss
My hope is in the cross
Where Your compassions never fail
This song rang through our home, our car, our shower, my head, my heart many, many, many times for the first 3 years of our Jordyn's life.
Today I was sitting here at breakfast, watching her put down some Rice Crispies, and I was just overwhelmed with JOY.
Joy in what the Lord has done and is doing in this little girl - the little girl who used to scream, out of anger, for eight or nine hours straight. The little girl who used to sit on the floor and bury her fists in the ground when we asked her to do something. The little girl who would refuse to eat because she simply didn't want to pick up the food. The little girl who would scream every Sunday during worship.
This morning she's eating and listening and talking - thanking me for her cereal and asking to play beads, and as she clears her dishes and puts them in the sink she begins dancing around the kitchen saying "it's time to party"! The LORD indeed is good. And not only has He been changing her, He's been changing me. Again...big, grateful sigh! =) HIS steadfast love endures forever. HIS faithfulness never ends. HIS mercies ARE new e.v.e.r.y. day.
I read these verses this morning and began praying it for the girls...
"The Lord is my strength and my song; He has become my salvation. Glad songs of salvation are in the tents of the righteous." Psalm 118:14-15
May He be their strength and song. May He save them! May glad songs pour forth from their lips as they are overwhelmed by God's unending, never-stopping, always and forever love!