• 25Oct
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    I read a friend’s blog the other day and laughed and laughed.  She has always been able to make me smile and her writing skills draw me into her day and allow me to share in her laughter and fun.  I smiled as I put away my computer so that I could focus on the duties of the day and mused that maybe God had given her this special talent just so that a few privileged people could enjoy her humor and get a new perspective on things and maybe give them the encouragement they need to get through the day.

    Is it possible that God gives great talent just so we can minister to a few people?  And maybe it is the ‘world’ that pushes us to be popular, write the next best seller, minister to thousands, feed millions, and preach to every and any poor soul who has two ears.  Is it possible that I have a great talent that is only to be used for popularity with the 7 little dwarves that live under my roof, for writing sporadic tales of entertainment and morality only for my blog and my children, for ministry in my home and church, for feeding those aforementioned dwarves, and for teaching and preaching within the four walls of my house?

    God has often blessed families with a babe in the womb whose sole talent lay in the fact that they are able to make their mothers love them.  And then they are gone.  The great talent of creating love, in that situation, only touches a few, and yet God deems it important.

    And, if it is possible that God gives great talent to bless few people, can I be content with that?

    Actually, that’s a bit of a relief tonight.

  • 24Oct

    Five years ago today I was up at 4 a.m.  I was wearing a maternity jean jumper that had seen some serious wear.  I was fighting heart burn and pregnancy exhaustion.  I was worried about my husband, but calm in the peace that only God can give.  And I was embarking on one of the most horrendous weeks of my life.

    Today, I woke up a little bit before 7.  I’m rested, I’m wearing some khaki pants that make me look slim and trim, and I’m healthy and fit although sporting a few new gray hairs.  I have a few small worries for the future (absolutely none about Dan =}), but am still calm in the peace that only God can give.  And just because that was a horrible week five years ago, doesn’t mean that this one will be.

    Things change, but I find that my God still hasn’t.  I can rest just as safely in His love today as I could five years ago, and I know that He will care for me no matter what this week may bring.

  • 21Oct

    So, I’m out on a birthday date with my daughter and she tells me,

    “You are the best Mom ever.”

    I smile ’cause that’s so sweet.  And then silly me decides to test the waters.

    “So, if someone else was your Mommy then would they be the best Mom ever?”

    “Of course.  Anyone who is my Mom is the best Mom ever.”

    So, it’s not me, personally, that is the Best Mom Ever, rather it is anyone who is Maranatha’s (7) Mom that is the Best Mom Ever.  =)

    Should have stopped while I was ahead.  =)

    Their honesty is so amusing to me.  I love my kids.

  • 11Oct

    All night long she heard the relentless drumming of the rain on the roof.  It had been a pleasant sound at first, the monotonous drumming had lulled her into a pleasant state of relaxation that she assumed would lead to a long blissful night of sleep.  And she had drifted off, later than she intended, but at least she had slept.  Unfortunately, it was short-lived.  By six a.m. the sound of rain in her ears, again, was a cause for annoyance.  The fact that she could hear it and knew that she could hear it meant that she was, again, awake.  She sighed and debated the wisdom of starting her day like this.  The thought that the kids usually slept-in on rain-days encouraged her to slip back between the covers for a little bit more shut eye.

    The next sounds she heard were the noises of little children making their normal morning ruckus.  Surprisingly, none of them snuck into her room for a chat.  Either they were being considerate of her (since she had informed them she wasn’t feeling good the night before and had spent a large portion of the evening curled up in bed chatting with one or another rather than up working), or they were trying not to wake her so they wouldn’t have to do their chores and school work.  She smiled at that thought and rolled over and groaned.  The rain had stopped, but her body had absorbed the grey morning and she moved as slowly as the morning fog settled in the valley outside her window.  By the time she pulled herself out of her bed it was too late to even seriously consider school.  Company was coming this afternoon and she wasn’t moving fast enough to try to squeezing in a few cleaning jobs between tasks.  Better to skip the tasks, take it slow, meander her way through cleaning the kitchen and smile and encourage her children to help as they felt the urge.

    The grey slowness of the day kept things relaxed and peaceful and by the time she slipped between the covers again she became aware of the inner comfort and stillness of soul that had been missing these last few weeks.  Thank you so very much for this lovely day, Lord.  This grey day could have been a source of depression, especially since the kids have been reminiscing about their daddy, but You have given me peace and relaxation.  I don’t deserve Your goodness and love, but You never fail to give it to me anyway.  Help me to remember these days of peace and Your faithfulness to provide what I need, when I need it, and the way I need it (not the way I think I need it).  I am content in You.

  • 03Oct

    To go along with Payden’s (5) Summer socks:   =)

    While putting away the laundry in his basket, Payden holds up his brother’s underwear and announces, “Look Mommy, I have the boys box tops!”

    He makes me laugh.