Friday, August 10, 2018

not just any old august

This month marks my twelfth year homeschooling, but that's not what is making this August extraordinary. How does one really share the heart of the hardest, best things? It's almost midnight as I begin setting these thoughts to paper, and I've just hugged and kissed Meredith goodnight. It is she who is making this year's August something quite different, a fun adventure, startling, a bit heart-wrenching, and so new.

When Jamie and I first heard word that she was on the way, I remember lying awake in tears, begging God to teach me how to be a mom and giving her right back to His care. That night I also asked Him, knowing my heart, to teach me how to let her go when the time came.

And then when she was ten and had decided for some reason that ten was all grown up, and that she would be leaving us soon -- and did not want to! God showed up and gave me the words to comfort her and to tell her that He would make her ready as the years went by --and that He would turn her heart toward the things that He would make of her.

He has done that. I have watched her over the past year and a half as her heart began to turn to her future, and it has been so gorgeous to see. This month she is stepping out into the first days of what will become her first college degree. The vision of what is to come is magnificent, whatever what is to come is to be.

So, tonight, I sit with the promises of all of these years wrapped around like a hug. His comfort. His joy. As she steps into these next days, I celebrate them with these precious words of our whole life together...

"He tends His flock like a shepherd:
He gathers the lambs in His arms
and carries them close to His heart;
He gently leads those that have young."
Isaiah 40: 11

"Blessed is she
who has believed
that what the Lord has said to her
will be accomplished." Luke 1:45

Recording the thankful things and memorizing this view ♥

Thursday, July 5, 2018

just a mom

As I was reading and researching the other day, I came across a statement written by someone I love and admire that has stayed with me --and that is reaching into the heart of this day on my own front porch. She was working to encourage her readers and made the statement that she always knew that she was meant to be more than just a mom.

It occurred to me just moments ago, as I realized that I was being a capital brat while preparing the vegetables for tonight's supper, that that very mindset is ingrained in me, too.

I remember the day so clearly when I was in sixth grade and our teacher was doing a round table about what we were planning to be when we grew up. Oh, the grand plans! It was fun to listen to our class talk about the future. One of our friends surprised us, though. She wanted to be a wife and a mom. Out of our whole class -- and every girl I knew for that matter -- she was the only one. And we thought it so strange!

Growing up on the first wave of girls truly being able to "be anything," I was excited and so ready to do the great thing!

Most days, I remember all day long that the great thing that I will do with my life is walk with Christ. For those of us who know Him, love Him, follow Him, there is no higher calling.

But there are times like in the hour that has just passed, that our enemy bears down unmercifully on the mantra that has been a part of what has been taught to girls for as long as I can remember. Do you know what was washing over me as I sliced peppers in the kitchen? You were made for more than this! If you didn't have to do this, think of all the important things you could be doing right now! You will never get these moments back!

The truth is, what I was made for is God. He created me to glorify Him.

As soon as I realized what was happening (and that was that I was being an absolute brat), I reached for an attitude adjustment. I have food! A kitchen in which to prepare it! Precious mouths to feed! A calling that is the most (and only) beautiful part of me! The thankful things are simply everywhere.

So, I say to you (and to me) if He has given you a child, there is no such thing in His estimation as "just a mom." ♥

Wednesday, July 4, 2018

o beautiful

Love one another.

His grace sets us free.

Who more than self their country loved...

Each day is a gift.

God shed His grace on thee...

He made us. We are His.

We love, because He first loved us.

And crown thy good with brotherhood...

It's a gift, not a burden.

Grace and peace to you, in His Name.

From sea to shining sea.



Listening to Mr. Ray Charles sing so beautifully. And as he belts out this anthem of his heart, he speaks of the gifts of God's grace and the brotherhood we have been given as a country. His advice? "Ya'll ought to love Him for it!"

The best way to show God our love for Him is to obey Him.
If you love Me, obey...

Love the Lord your God with all your heart...
Love one another...

Where the Spirit of the LORD is...

THERE is freedom ♥

Sunday, July 1, 2018

to stand

Taking a few minutes to write for what the Father has done, as I look out into a new day in several areas of my life. Psalm 40:1 - 3 was my Scripture writing for the day, and it fits so beautifully...

"I waited patiently for the LORD; He turned to me and heard my cry. He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; He set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand. He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God..."

Each phrase a picture of the past and present,
works in progress and lessons learned and learned again.

Oh, gracious! The lesson of waiting patiently?
When will I ever learn it?
So thankful that He keeps teaching, leading,
patiently helping my becoming.

His faithfulness,
His mercy,
and that He heard and hears me
is such a gift. 

And there's just so much hope
--in the fact that He has set my feet on a rock.
I do have a firm, sure place to stand.
Every day. All day long. And in the night watches.

My songs? They're all Him, too.

Writing praise ♥