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Thursday, January 26, 2012
So Smile!!
When the afternoon is getting a little long, and they've shared all they can share and they've played all they can play, and the outdoors is gray and not all that inviting, it might just help to do something a little different. Today was one of those longer afternoons. Hannah grabbed her camera, and for a little bit, in the corner of the living room, it was time to be "all about me". All about Josh. All about Sam. And all about Anthony. So smile!! This is what she got:
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
On a Tuesday Morning
Sometimes I wake up in the morning and I know this for sure: I am in waaaaaay over my head. This day has too many things that need to be done and I could be swallowed up in it all. But this morning it is just the two boys and me. It is quiet. I send up "popcorn prayers" througout the morning and just do what I know to do. The next thing. Josh is whistling at the table while he copies airplane words into his notebook. Sam is making up his own song while he pulls Scotch tape, "we had a good day. Oh yeah. We had a good day. Oh yeah. We let Gilbert out to run and when you run outside it can be a good day. We had a good day. Mom-do you like my song?" I do. And I like the quiet song of a text message from Hubby in the dark and scissors and markers and paper and the bread maker. The rolling out of the dishwasher rack. The thud of the wood into the burning ashes. The sigh of a basset curled up.
No, I won't be swallowed up. I'll be soaking it in.
From the Preface to Abba's Child by Brennan Manning:
No, I won't be swallowed up. I'll be soaking it in.
From the Preface to Abba's Child by Brennan Manning:
Today on planet Earth,
may you experience the wonder and beauty
of yourself as Abba's Child
and temple of the Holy Spirit
through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
This Treasure: Her New Life Story
It was Sunday. The same Sunday I was driving home under the morning stars and the sleepy moon. That very day that I had remembered God in His place and me in mine. His ways and His thoughts so far above my own. Him creating and breathing life into existence from nothing other than Himself. And I wonder if He smiled, laughed aloud at the wonderful secret. Shook His head knowingly.
The lesson of our worship service that Sunday morning was from the 23rd Psalm. God leading us in paths of righteousness for His name's sake. Walking through low valleys under the shadows of death and You are with me. And from Matthew 6:19-21. Where are my treasures? I knew these words. I had heard them spoken and read them many times. But this day, I remember my brain filling and swirling with new and familiar thoughts. Wishing Hubby was in the chair next to me instead of between airports. I wanted to spill it all out, all of this "Yes" I was feeling.
It was on this Sunday in January. She was driving under nighttime stars after work, going home. She called to say she wanted to stop in if that was okay. All the boys were just tucked in bed and her sister and I were visiting quietly in the kitchen. So yes.
She came in out of the cold and dark and left her Pilot running in the driveway. She and her sister leaned in, resting elbows and turning in stools at the counter. We talked of our day. Church. Words spoken to our hearts. And she remembered the text of the lesson she heard while she sat with her husband and young children in a worship service during the same hour but in a different town. It was in Matthew. Where was her treasure?
And she shared a conversation that took place only just earlier at work and how they scoffed at the notion of a God who would require change. And it spoke to her heart. Where was her treasure?
That wasn't all. She said she had been wrestling with all she had been given and was she just being so selfish, and how her husband doesn't get real emotional and how he was the day the judge said he was officially and legally Savannah's Dad, and the recent deaths of young people and she wondered where she would go if that young person had been her. And she asked when was her dad going to be home? Because, she said it so quiet, "I want to be baptized".
And in that moment my world tilted and tears spilled and there was this rush of all those prayers becoming this moment of thanksgiving. And this mama and her daughters were in the kitchen hugging and smiling and crying all at the same time. This treasure.
And then there was later. She and her sister continued in conversation after all of this. After she had gone home and I had gone to my bed under a star-filled window, her sister was going to text her the link from Bible Gateway to a passage in Romans, and there it was on the home page, the verse for the day, Sunday, January 8th, 2012 : Matthew 6:19-21 ...lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven...
So, all these hours from the morning stars to the evening stars, from the beginning of time until this very moment, this God and His plan, He knew. He knew as I looked up this morning and this night, and all the many mornings and nights before when her dad and I breathed prayers that reached past the heavens...I am awed and overwhelmed.
And this God of the universe, the One who breathed the stars across the heavens and calls them by name (Psalm 147:4), He knit her together(Psalm 139:13), breathed life into her body (Genesis 2:7), and called her by name (Isaiah 43:1). She has heard her name, spoken and called. And she answered "yes". Yes to the treasure that is only in Jesus.
(Her husband and children there, her brothers, her dad in the water with her, Scott to pray.
There is video of these moments, if only I knew how to transfer it from my camera to this page!!)
The lesson of our worship service that Sunday morning was from the 23rd Psalm. God leading us in paths of righteousness for His name's sake. Walking through low valleys under the shadows of death and You are with me. And from Matthew 6:19-21. Where are my treasures? I knew these words. I had heard them spoken and read them many times. But this day, I remember my brain filling and swirling with new and familiar thoughts. Wishing Hubby was in the chair next to me instead of between airports. I wanted to spill it all out, all of this "Yes" I was feeling.
It was on this Sunday in January. She was driving under nighttime stars after work, going home. She called to say she wanted to stop in if that was okay. All the boys were just tucked in bed and her sister and I were visiting quietly in the kitchen. So yes.
She came in out of the cold and dark and left her Pilot running in the driveway. She and her sister leaned in, resting elbows and turning in stools at the counter. We talked of our day. Church. Words spoken to our hearts. And she remembered the text of the lesson she heard while she sat with her husband and young children in a worship service during the same hour but in a different town. It was in Matthew. Where was her treasure?
And she shared a conversation that took place only just earlier at work and how they scoffed at the notion of a God who would require change. And it spoke to her heart. Where was her treasure?
That wasn't all. She said she had been wrestling with all she had been given and was she just being so selfish, and how her husband doesn't get real emotional and how he was the day the judge said he was officially and legally Savannah's Dad, and the recent deaths of young people and she wondered where she would go if that young person had been her. And she asked when was her dad going to be home? Because, she said it so quiet, "I want to be baptized".
And in that moment my world tilted and tears spilled and there was this rush of all those prayers becoming this moment of thanksgiving. And this mama and her daughters were in the kitchen hugging and smiling and crying all at the same time. This treasure.
And then there was later. She and her sister continued in conversation after all of this. After she had gone home and I had gone to my bed under a star-filled window, her sister was going to text her the link from Bible Gateway to a passage in Romans, and there it was on the home page, the verse for the day, Sunday, January 8th, 2012 : Matthew 6:19-21 ...lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven...
So, all these hours from the morning stars to the evening stars, from the beginning of time until this very moment, this God and His plan, He knew. He knew as I looked up this morning and this night, and all the many mornings and nights before when her dad and I breathed prayers that reached past the heavens...I am awed and overwhelmed.
And this God of the universe, the One who breathed the stars across the heavens and calls them by name (Psalm 147:4), He knit her together(Psalm 139:13), breathed life into her body (Genesis 2:7), and called her by name (Isaiah 43:1). She has heard her name, spoken and called. And she answered "yes". Yes to the treasure that is only in Jesus.
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| Buried and Raised. Born Again. January 18, 2012 |
There is video of these moments, if only I knew how to transfer it from my camera to this page!!)
Thursday, January 19, 2012
From Red Belt to Junior Poom: A Tick-Tock Journey
There were six. Six red belts testing their skills and knowledge and speed and composure and courage. And the parents watched nervous with cameras capturing the moments. The frames tell the story.
We moms exhale slow and smile big! Dads nod a sure 'yes'! Pooms mingle happy!
This Junior Poom, his dad promised a new TKD uniform for a job well done. Well done!
Well done everyone!
And he's worked up an appetite. We'll do the traditional belt testing meal.
My Kwon Do Kid!!!
We're linking up with MOB Squad and "Let's Hear it for the BOYS!"
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