More Than A Taste

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In the silent stillness of the morning.

When the whole house sleeps, but one.

A Mom bowed low.

Praying desperate whispered prayers in the silence.

Begging for God to make her children hungry for more than a taste.

To make a Mom who helps lead them to the cross.

To the only feast that truly satisfies.

The bread of life.

O Lord, may they be hungry for you.

May all other things in this life never hold sway in their life like you do.

Thank you God, that you hear the prayers of a sinful, broken woman who longs to live and love like your Son Jesus.

May no other hunger grip me more firmly than my desire for your bread.

May my thirst never slacken for the nourishment and refreshment of your Word.

I come before you today, once again overwhelmed by the reality of your love- your provision- your presence.  How you meet me and refresh me in your Word.  You reward those who diligently seek you.  When we seek you with all of our heart.  Your Word is life and light to me.  You strengthen and uphold me.  In you I hope.  You give me joy in motherhood.  For every time I realize that I can’t, or I screw up- I remind myself that your power is made perfect in weakness.  I am brought on my knees once again.  I seek forgiveness and start again.  I am not discouraged for you are with me.  I do not fear for you will not forsake me.  You will strengthen and help me.  You produce fruit through me, as I seek your face.  You uphold me and hold me, you cover me.  And thank you God, you cover my children.  You lead them, you are present with them.  Even now you are working in their lives and it is so glorious to see.  My heart rejoices in God my Savior.  For you are faithful, now and forever. Praise your Holy Name.  Amen.

 

Thankful Stillness

Eamon slept!

My son slept in today.

I walked in and he was lying on his stomach, thumb pressed between his full, tender lips and body utterly still.  Peace was etched across his face in graceful, deep slumber.

We were late dropping my daughter off at church.  A full day of things to do, and yet- in His grace, the Lord stilled me.

And I really looked upon my precious son, resting in his crib.

Tears rose and trickled down my cheeks as I relived the miracle of his life- and as I bent to rouse him, he gazed at me through hazy, sleep filled eyes and promptly reached out his precious, pudgy hands to hold me.

His head came to rest on my shoulder, and even as everything in me urged me to action- I stayed still.

I held him and swayed.  That special dance that Mothers seem born to do.  A gentle, rhythmic rocking to a melody that we all know by heart.

And I prayed.  I thanked God again for his gifts.  And begged that he would help me not miss it, not take it for granted.  The fleeting, flying minutes and how quickly they add up into days- weeks- months- years.

Sometimes I miss the miracle in the mundane, the routine.

I forget how these tiny, seemingly insignificant moments build on each other and create a story-their story- our story.

Memories. 

As we daily teach, love, and labor with those around us- holy and sacred work is being done.

God is glorified.

So as I grasp onto these fleeting moments of today, I pray for grace to love and fully live and enjoy- all over again.

Make it new today, God.

All blissfully new and wondrous- just as it should be.

And indeed it is- as I hold my precious son and still the rushing pace.

In thankful stillness- I see His Grace.

 

One Sure Thing

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All things change…except God.

Our van recently died.  Well, the transmission went out on our way home from Thanksgiving.  It has ended up that we are selling our van for parts and using that money to purchase another vehicle, instead of getting it fixed.

We have been driving borrowed cars from friends in our church.

My daughter has asked me several times, “where is our van?”

And I have explained to her about how the transmission went out and we can’t drive it anymore, so we will have to get a “new” car.

It just hit me this morning, though, that our car had become a source of comfort for her.

It was part of the routine.

There are things that I miss about our van.

Knowing where things are.

The verses that I had taped inside.

The ease of handing things back to my kids- knowing how far they were away from me so that my eyes never had to leave the road.

Last night I struggled with getting the key in the ignition of the car we are presently driving, and I had to grope around to find the lights.

That made me miss our van.

I had taken for granted that sameness, that sense of knowing.

My daughter knew where she was supposed to sit.  She could buckle her own seat belt.  She loved to get out of her seat when we arrived somewhere and climb around behind her seat and pretend to hide from me.  No matter how many times she did it, it always brought a smile to her face.

Realization dawned this morning- I need to take time to talk to her about this loss.  For each time things change in this life- big or small- each time we lose is a perfect time to talk about the one thing that never changes- our God.

God was and is and is to come.

Unchanging from the dawn of time.

Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end.

He is the hope we can cling to, the unchanging and steadfast love that never alters or shifts.

Our children need to know where the source of our strength comes from.  To understand that we don’t cling to earthly possessions because we are clinging to our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ first and foremost.

He is our rock and Redeemer.  A mighty fortress in times of trouble.

When all around us seems like shifting sand, we can rest on the rock.

This was also a humbling reminder to me to always- continually- prayerfully examine my life.  Am I clinging to anything more than Jesus?  Am I finding my security in anything other than His Name alone?

My children see.  They are watching.  What am I teaching them  about where to place their faith and trust- in the seen or the unseen?

God is our one sure thing.  He keeps His promises.  He loves us and sent his Son to die for us.

Today, I pray that we will cling to the Rock, and let go of all else that seeks to claim our heart or distract us from the glorious riches that are ours in Christ Jesus.

 

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When I Stay

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Stay in my love.

Walk with me, beside me.

Stay.  Linger.

Don’t rush away into your day.

The distractions come.

Don’t run away, stay.

Sometimes I want to try harder.

Sometimes I let the world crowd in.

I long for comfort- and I deceive myself into believing that anything can feel better than you.  It is so silly.  And when I take time to think, to really look around and remember- I realize that with you is where I always want to be.

I want to stay.  I don’t want to leave.  I want you to hold me and tell me everything is going to be ok.

I want to linger and tell you all my secrets.  As we walk together, I learn the blessing of staying.

You say-Abide.  Remain in me.

Let me hold you with my righteous right hand.

Yes.

Yes Lord.

I see you in your Word, I hear you whisper sweet words of truth.

And I want to stay with you- loosen my grip on the world and hold fast to what I know I can depend on.

As I become small- you become great…when I stay.

Stay with me, hold me -teach me and mold me.

When I stay, when I remain- you make me into something beautiful.

And I see the light in others eyes- the hope that you can bring.

Words of truth pour from my lips and my heart leaps- for I see you in me.  I know you are here.  You are staying- working- lovingly leading me.

Eyes look up at me in trust- and I believe- in who I can be- In You.

When I stay.

Today I Remember You

Overwhelmed with joy.

Every night when I hold you in my arms, and you rest your head on my shoulder.

And I open my mouth to pray for you.

I am struck with wonder- at God’s precious gift.

Two years of joy-filled memories.

The way you run with your head up.

How you always stop on walks and point to the sky- seeing that tiny bird or plane- wide-eyed in wonder.

The exuberant sound you make when you give a high-five.

The way you eagerly run out the door, excited to explore the yard once again- to swing and climb and slide and scoop sand.

How you hold out your hand, asking for mine.

The way you clasp my two fingers tightly.

You are a gift that never stops giving- and each day I can hardly believe that you are real and really here.

That God graciously allowed me to be your Mom.

To walk in this life with you.

I love you my precious James boy.

I pray that you will love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul, mind, and strength, and that you will serve Him all of your days.

I pray that your Dad and I would discipline, teach, and guide you in Godly truth- as we seek to live obedient to God.

I don’t pray that you will have an easy life, my precious son, but that God would use all that you go through to refine you for His purposes, that you would be prepared for the work he has for you to do.

We love you, we will pray for you, treasure you, and cheer you on.

Happy Birthday our precious son.  We pray for many more opportunities to celebrate in the years to come.

Each day is a gift.

 

 

 

Teaching My Children to Obey God

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When my children disobey, sometimes I can be so consumed with the personal affront that I forget my primary mission always- to point them to God.

For it is God whom they should feel the most remorse toward, not me.

And obeying Him should be their primary concern, not obeying me.

Even as I write this, I am thinking of Ephesians 6:1, and I am not undermining the position of leadership God has placed us in over our children- but I was struck yesterday by the singular importance of always directing our children to God.

Our job to help them understand how to relate to Him, what pleases Him, to teach them about His character and answer the question my daughter so aptly asked yesterday, “Should I love God more than you?”

I want my children to always have a tender heart toward God.  To understand that the love that I have for them will never be as pure and lovely as the constant devotion of their Creator and Savior.

I cannot always be with them, but they have the Holy Spirit- their counselor and comforter.

Even from a young age, we can prepare them to face those times without us in confidence, knowing that God never leaves nor forsakes them.

He is faithful and fully present in every moment, no matter what (not me).

He will never be distracted by other pressing issues or siblings (but I will).

He does not become distracted by self or his own sinfulness (like me).

He can purely love and supply all that they need.

So I found myself praying today:

Lord, help me to teach them to seek You first, even now. Their identity in you and their obedience to you is what truly matters over the course of this life. As I seek you in prayer with my children, and in those precious teaching opportunities each day- let me not waste a single moment to invest Your Truth in their precious hearts.  To build a foundation in Your Word that cannot be shaken.  That like David, they would have a tender heart that says “Against you and you alone have I sinned and done what is evil in your sight.”  Thank you Lord that my husband and I do not parent alone, but can entrust our children to your care, knowing you love them more deeply and purely than we ever will.  All praise and honor and glory to my King now and forever- I place my trust in you.  In Jesus Name, Amen.

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Do As I Say…

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Do as I say, not as I do.

Yesterday afternoon I was tired.  Physically, I was not doing so well.  I could feel a cold coming on, my throat was raw and my nose was running.  I just wanted to crawl into bed and rest.

But my children were full of energy and joy, delighted to be outside in the cool fall weather.  We ended up staying outside for almost two hours.

I tried to keep my spirit joyful and patient, to keep giving thanks to God and pray for resilience- but I could tell I still was on the brink of losing control (I couldn’t let go of what my self- or flesh- wanted in that moment, which was to be inside in bed).

When we were getting ready to head inside, I was stripping down my son from playing in the sandbox, and trying to keep him from running away from me with no clothes on, and thinking about the bath that was necessary and the work it would require (again putting off my rest, highlighting my tiredness in my mind).

Meanwhile, my daughter was covered in sand from the sandbox, and instead of listening to me and waiting till I got her clothes off or shaken out- she went straight into the house, tracking sand everywhere.

I got a little shrill and felt my self-control slipping… and then I somewhat reigned myself in.  I said to her, “You need to listen to me when I tell you to wait outside.”  Then I said, “Mommy is sorry my tone got upset, but I am very tired and not feeling very good.”

As soon as those words left my mouth- I saw the hypocrisy in them.

I tell her that even when she feels a certain way, she can choose whether to act on that emotion- yet I give into those emotions and then make excuses for my bad choices.

If I am tired, that’s an excuse for me to be cross.

If I feel sick, then I’m allowed to be impatient with my kids.

So, if she is having a bad day, that’s an excuse to hit her brother.

Or, if she’s upset, that’s an excuse to throw a temper tantrum.

The hardest and most humbling moments as a Mom are when my children reveal to me unresolved sin in my life.

I make excuses for my behavior all the time. 

Instead of disciplining myself and humbling myself before God and being obedient to the Holy Spirit- I give into my flesh and make excuses for my bad choices.

I have just started reading another book by Andrew Murray called Abide in Christ.  Yesterday I read these words about Matthew 11:28-29, and they brought comfort to me in the midst of my discouragement and conviction of my sin:

He now not only says, “Come unto me,” but “Take my yoke upon you and learn of me”; become my scholars, yield yourselves to my training, submit in all things to my will, let your whole life be one with mine–in other words, Abide in me. And then He adds, not only, “I will give,” but “ye shall find rest to your souls.” The rest He gave at coming will become something you have really found and made your very own–the deeper abiding rest which comes from longer acquaintance and closer fellowship, from entire surrender and deeper sympathy.

My life is still so motivated by “I.”  As long as I am inward focused and not God-focused, I will not find this abiding rest.

Yet even in this conviction, I find hope.  For I know that as I seek God daily and genuinely desire to surrender my will to His, He will be faithful to work in me.  As I seek to know my Savior- that longer acquaintance and closer fellowship that Murray talks about can be found.

It is something worth striving for. 

Abiding rest in my Savior.

I still don’t know what that life will look like- I have so much to learn.  But I could not hope for a better teacher.  None so kind and loving and wise as our God.

Oh Lord my God, you are deserving of all honor and glory- for you alone are Holy. Thank you for continuing to lead and guide me in your Truth.  For convicting me and increasing the yearning in my heart for more of You.  Sometimes I don’t understand myself.  I know that I desire to do Your will, and yet I find myself slipping into sin and discouraged at how easily I can lose you in the space of a day.  Continue to teach me the discipline of abiding in You.  Of finding my strength, not in my own resources or perceived gifts, but in You alone.  Continue to humble me and bring me low, oh Lord, keep me desperate for You and Your Word.  Today Lord, guide my steps.  Let all I do bring honor and glory to You.  In Jesus Name, Amen.

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Living It Out

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Yesterday started out so great.  I had quiet time with the Lord in the morning and afterward, immediately set to work getting ready for our yard sale.  I was feeling optimistic and upbeat.

I enjoyed visiting with people as they came to our house and looked through clothes, it had brought back so many memories looking at all the outfits our children used to wear.

I was feeling nostalgic too- so thankful to God for my precious children and all the memories I already had to treasure.

Then, about ten o’ clock, this little sense of disappointment started to creep in.

Where we all the people?

Why weren’t we getting more traffic?

(My joy being stolen…)

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I looked at the piles of clothes and all my hard work, and suddenly all I started seeing was “expectations.” All that hard work for nothing, what am I going to do with all of this when the sale is over, I wish we had made more money….

All these negative thoughts started rolling around in my head.  I tried to keep them at bay for a while, but by noon I was headed toward a sour mood.

The sale ended at 1pm, and we had to be at our church at 3pm for an outreach event for fall.  I was tired from being on my feet and staying up late the night before.  The last thing I wanted to do was pack up all these clothes, rush to get ready, and then head out again.

I was grumpy and grumbling.

I was irritable and tense.

My husband sensed it and gently tried to rouse me out of it, but I stubbornly refused to be shaken.

My daughter came out to see me.  She walked over to me and said, “Mom, do you still have a thankful heart and a happy heart?”

She could see my bad mood.  And she used the very words that I use with them to speak truth to her Mom.

Where was my joy?

Where was my thankful heart, that sought to find God in all things and shunned selfishness?

I was all about my flesh in that moment, and I had failed to address the seeds of irritability and discontentment when they sprung up, and now I was facing an infestation.

Do you struggle with letting go of anger, frustration, and irritability when they have really taken hold of you?

I do.   I knew I needed to let it go.

I told my daughter something about how she was right, but (I tell my children no “but” and here I am using it) Momma was just upset because I couldn’t find something- which was true- but there was no excuse for my attitude.

And here I was, teaching my daughter that I had the right to be in a bad mood and rude to everyone if things didn’t go my way.

Conviction hit me hard.

When I was in the shower I prayed and asked God to help me change my attitude.  And of course, He did.

Why did I wait so long to call on Him?

An undisciplined mind.

I must call on God immediately when I see fleshly desires popping up, threatening to undermine the truth in my mind.

The mind is our greatest battlefield.

We lose so much time by allowing the enemy to gain control of what we focus our energy on. I was missing out on “real life” going on all around me.  The enemy loves to squander our precious time  in complaining, bitterness, and selfishness.

We end up losing sight of all we have to be thankful for, right in the moment- even in the midst of disappointed expectations and hard work.

We have a choice, and I chose badly.

My prayer is that I will submit more readily to the Lord and not allow those seeds of discontentment to evolve into a spirit of selfishness and discontentment that brings down everyone around me.

When it was in my mind, only I was being hurt, but as it transferred to my spirit, I began to negatively affect my whole family.

James 4:7-11

Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. Come near to God and he will come near to you. Wash your hands, you sinners, and purify your hearts, you double-minded. Grieve, mourn and wail. Change your laughter to mourning and your joy to gloom. 10 Humble yourselves before the Lord, and he will lift you up.

The passage from James above has become a source of constant meditation for me.  I must be on guard against the enemies attacks.  Expect them to come and be watchful.  I must be diligent to submit myself to God.

When self and the flesh start to stir, I must squelch them with the Word of God.  That is my weapon.  And when I sin, I must confess and humble myself before the Lord.

I don’t want to hesitate, but to immediately recognize that I have been letting my flesh lead- not the spirit of God- and run back into my Savior’s arms.  Seek His presence and pray.

Oh Lord, I need you every minute, at all times.  Continue to humble me until I willingly live moment by moment in the strength of Your presence- not based on anything that I bring to this relationship except my trust in You.  I want to live by faith that daily acknowledges that all good comes only from your hand.  Thank you God for continually teaching me, and I pray that in humility I will immediately accept your discipline and keep a tender heart toward your law.  All glory and honor and praise is yours alone.  Only you are worthy.  In Jesus Name, Amen.

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Courage to Breastfeed

In my experience, breastfeeding didn’t come easy.  It was a struggle from the first day.  Ever since then, I have tried to share my story with other women to encourage them.

So here’s my adventure in breastfeeding…

When I came home with my daughter Jesse just over four years ago, I was feeling overwhelmed, scared, and excited.

She was so beautiful and perfect, and I had been dreaming of being a Mom.

I had just ended one season of my life and entered into another.

I had no idea what challenges awaited me.

My Mom and Dad were there when I gave birth.  It meant so much to me, especially since my Mom had breastfed me and my siblings (including twins).  It felt good to have a “veteran” available 24/7 to answer questions and provide moral support.

Just after my Mom and Dad left a week later, I was feeling a little nervous (and a little emotional) but things seemed to be going ok.

Then, overnight- my milk came in.  I was so engorged; and it was painful.  Jesse couldn’t latch on and she was wailing.  I was stressed out, tired, and emotional.  I didn’t know what to do.

I ended up just pumping and giving her a bottle.

I felt like a failure.  I wasn’t breastfeeding.

What was wrong with me?

Wasn’t this supposed to be natural?

I started to dread those times when I would try to feed her, afraid she wouldn’t want to eat and feeling insecure in my ability to get her to latch on.  Finally, we went to see the lactation consultant.  She was great.  She was so patient and even though I was a little embarrassed by how “familiar” she was with my breasts, I knew she was just trying to help me feel comfortable and confident about what I was doing.

I left the hospital with my hubby and daughter feeling much better.  However, problems continued.  I became engorged again and got mastitis. I was running a fever and my breasts felt like they were on fire.

I had no idea what was going on, or what to do.  Thankfully, I was able to call the lactation consultant at the hospital again and she encouraged me to pump until I was empty and then go see the doctor.

I ended up having to be on medication for the mastitis.  I was feeling so discouraged and foolish- why was I having so many problems?  This was supposed to be easy and natural.

I wanted to breastfeed my daughter so badly, but we had gone back to using bottles.  I was so tense and doubtful in my own ability, I stopped trying.

And then, God intervened.

He cares about a tired, emotional Mom who’s heart is broken because she wants so badly to breastfeed. He knew my fears were getting the best of me.

My hubby was boiling all the parts of the breast pump one night to sanitize them.

We lost track of time and they melted.

Yeah.

So, he ran to the store right before they closed and he thought he got all the parts we needed…except he didn’t.

So, it was the moment of truth.  Either feed her from the breast or go get formula.

I prayed, took a deep breath, andwe did it!  :)

It was a turning point for all of us.  I started breastfeeding her every day and could pump and use a bottle if we needed it.  I was so thankful for the opportunity to step up and face my fears- and I give all glory and praise to God.

It was a dream come true; and such a beautiful and intimate time with my daughter.

Those first few weeks were agonizing; an emotional roller coaster.

If you are determined to breastfeed, don’t give up.

Keep trying- even after you have started using bottles.  I was not prepared for how emotional I felt, nor how hard it was to breastfeed.  Even though we had taken a class, I still was amazed at how hard something “natural” was for me.

So if it is really important to you, pour out your heart to God.  Pray to Him concerning your fears and troubles.  Seek help from a lactation consultant, family member, or friend who has breastfed their kids.

It was also a poignant reminder that though things may seem small or insignificant- God cares about all those things- and is available to meet our needs when we call on His Name.

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Thankful For Being Late

Slow down

I had somewhere to be today.

Something I had been looking forward to…

and then things happened.

Poopy diaper.

My daughter wanting to dance and play in the Living Room (she didn’t know or care that we were going to be late).

Spilled meal.

Sticky syrup.

And thank God- it was a morning where I held my tongue.

I stopped trying to rush.

To hurry.

HURRY!

The words that threatened to spill over and splatter and injure within my impatient and frustrated spirit were suddenly stilled.

I stilled my soul.

I sought God.

I prayed.

I remembered.

Being on time isn’t that important.

Being an example to my children about how to handle disappointment, how to handle stress, how to work, and live, and love- that’s important.

Finding joy in the midst of the unexpected, stopping to savor instead of tunneling my vision on the one opportunity potentially lost instead of the abundance of life being lived in this moment.

Even living for 20 minutes into the future is missing the blessings that God calls me to see in the here and now.  Will I sacrifice the joy of watching my daughter dance- will I squelch her God-given jubilation and uninhibited spirit in my moment of selfish ambition for a coming moment that might never be?

All we have is now. 

Present.

Here.

God showed me for one shining moment the power in letting go of my hopes and expectations- and just enjoying the ride.

To embrace the silliness and be silly too; to let go of what might be to be fully present in what IS.

And today I am thankful- for being late reminded me of how much I have to be thankful for.

And that joy is stolen from us when we focus only on what might be, instead of what is right before us.

in His presence is fullness of joy, in his right hand treasures forevermore.” Psalm 16:11

 

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