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It’s ‘Market Day’ at our home school co-op this week. It basically consists of each child making or buying something to have as a commodity to buy and sell. They have learned how a free market works this past year. They earn ‘Eden Bucks’ based on the amount of stamps aka completed work sheets for the past 12 weeks of school.
The little’s and I were working on Kate’s goods and they had such a grand time. I on the other hand had to consciously engage to be patient. It really is so much easier to do these projects myself. Perhaps this is one of reasons God has given me children….to grow in patience and slow down long enough to validate their little, fumbling hands.
I don’t know what God is asking you to grow into today but praying you can press into his Heart in the process!
Often at Christmas time I view ‘Peace On Earth’, that little phrase in the olde Christmas carol with some cynicism. How can we sing about ‘Peace On Earth’ when there really is hate on a broader level, when there is broken feelings with people I love? This year there has been a fresh perspective, a new understanding, that ‘though the wrongs won’t be righted today or tomorrow’ I can in a small way bring ‘Peace On Earth’ in my domain, to my sphere of influence.
It comes with me praying before the Lord and asking Him what He wants me to take on, who He wants me to reach out to? It comes with a soul awareness that as I align my heart to His I can bring ‘Peace On Earth’ to my children, to the people I rub shoulders with.
Often in the chaos, the externals are not peaceful but my soul can be at a place of deep peace because the ‘Prince of Peace’ Isaiah 9:6 is with me. And I am learning on those days and in those moments when I am in turmoil that it is an invitation to me from HIM to bring the anxiousness, the questions, and the longings to him.
One day when I was in an anxious funk, I told my kids I needed 30 minutes of quiet and this is what my Kate prepared for my quiet. It was such a moment of servitude from her even though they are solid wood. 🙂 It brought a beautiful peace to my soul!
When I sat down at the computer to find pictures to put in this post, I found this picture, taken by one of my sons. I think it fits so perfectly on this topic! If your world feels a little like this picture…..it’s an invitation from HIM to you…….to quiet your uneasy heart before HIM!
My baby, Will, 2 years old set up the nativity this week with all our stuffed animals. Joseph was the goat, Mary was the sheepy, and gorilla was the baby. He had flying cows as stars. And he was happiest, eyes twinkling when he started with his treasured blankie as the platform.
The moment was so scared and all I could was weep as he narrated the story for me. At one point when he was placing the wise men, a dolphin and penguin he shouted, “NO ROOM”. And isn’t that just like us, that the more we let ‘other voices’ crowd things in our heart our peaces vanishes. God touched me in a deep place in my soul this week as he narrated the story for me.
I am so grateful for many things, the ‘Prince of Peace’ constantly with me in this day. And when I have ‘NO ROOM’ he proposes an invitation to my heart and I can always come to him the ‘God of Peace’. I Thessalonians 5:23
P.S. One final picture. We celebrated big this past weekend in DC. My husband turns 50 this week. He is such a gift to me!
We laid my husband’s great niece to rest 4 days ago.
There is something about burying a 3 year old who has fought a battle with cancer that shakes you deep to the core. The questions surface? You ponder! You cry! You some how come to terms that God really is ok with the questions, because HE is present and is aware of our humanity!
There is a new element to grieving that I have never walked before, it’s helping my children grieve and grieve well. We could have left them at home from the service but choose not to. There is something about them seeing pain with Merv and I at there side. They need to see our tears, hear the sadness in our voice and then also extend their own arms and hug the people closest to the situation.
Our Kate, who is 4 months older then Imogen Sky just kept telling me on Sunday, “This is the saddest day ever?” Yes baby, it is a very sad day! She was trying to figure out why they were burying her in a treasure chest, I actually like that name for a coffin better, I think it will stick. As we lingered at the grave side, she told me she wasn’t ready to go even though the committal was over. It wasn’t until we went and laid flowers on the ‘treasure chest’ that she was ready. She was just disturbed that we would bury Imogene with the worms. All of these questions were great opportunities to share with her that ‘this world is not our home.’ I don’t know to what degree she comprehends what I shared with her because some of these concepts I don’t get. I choose to trust that the God who made Kate and formed her; will open her understanding even when it doesn’t seem right that we are burying little Imogen with the worms.
It is amazing how God is in the sadness, the questions?! You hug your children longer, you linger a bit more as they tell their story. You realize that life, this specific life that has been crafted for me by an Almighty God isn’t meant to be taken for granted. We all know that but it’s in these moments that you ‘get it.’ All of you have had your own moments, your “it” where you heard Jesus calling you deeper into relationships. That is what this past weekend has done for me!