Tuesday, January 31, 2012
They keep me breathing deep...
Life with my lil' ones keeps me breathing deep. Most days it's the deep satisfying refreshing breath; you know the ones you take right after a good workout...mmmm so de-stressing and life giving! Other days it's the deep ' I'm counting to 10 and putting myself in time out' breath. Either way I decided it was overdue for some pics of my fresh air these days in this mini mansion.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Handwritten with your very own fingerprints!
It has all been written.
My thoughts are not new to some but revelational to me at times.
That's why I love life with my savior and best friend Jesus Christ. I love His constant way of always having the perfect words for each situation. And as i stop to listen to His promptings, I am forever changed.
If my humanness wouldn't get in the way of heeding His humble leadership and guidance in my life so often I would be so much closer to who God created me to be...But I am a work in progress. And that is okay. Actually God knew that is how we all would be. So I love to write about God working on me, teaching me, changing me, and even life when I am stubborn or hard of hearing or blind to see Him my Jesus at work in my life.
I have been missing Jesus in my life these days to be honest. The days and nights have once again grown quickly similar since Malachi, my 4 month old, caught a nasty cold. So I persevere in survival mode. The daily routine goes out the window and I just minute by minute make it through the day. However, it is days like these that I crave more of Jesus the way that I know to breathe Him in best...time alone in reading my bible and writing prayers to Him of my aching weary heart and body. With a 4 year old, 2 year old, and 4 month old, the craving for Jesus must still be satisfied. After all, I have always said and will continue to believe I was created for Jesus time; we all were.
So for a few days I was moving my bible and journal from room to room trying to sneak a Minute here and there between the game of Hi Ho Cheerio and playing cars and house and bouncing and burping my baby...isn't there an easier way? I mean I have dropped my pen and accidentally wrote on the furniture more than I have opportunity to write in my journal with the 3 lil' ones constantly on top of me, literally. Can you see the picture?
I saw my sister the other day. She has three lil' kids too and I asked her, "when do you get time with the Lord?" She answered that mom once told her some days your quiet times with Jesus are through watching and playing with your children.
Quite a revelational thought and then I found it. The truth to prove it in this season of self sacrifice we at least don't have to sacrifice Jesus time and His written words for my life.
Matthew chapter 11 25 At that time Jesus said, “I praise you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because you have hidden these things from the wise and learned, and revealed them to little children. 26 Yes, Father, for this is what you were pleased to do.
Jesus wants to speak to me and reveal His way and life to me through my children. And He does.
My journals are now full of scribbles from my children journaling with me. There is a deeper connection and sweetness to handwriting. I mean isn't it the best to see your child write there own name for the first time? With all the technology it has been lost somewhat but handwriting is part of our individual uniqueness. That is part of the reason I love cards - receiving cards and sending cards. It is a different relationship connection.
My thoughts are not new to some but revelational to me at times.
That's why I love life with my savior and best friend Jesus Christ. I love His constant way of always having the perfect words for each situation. And as i stop to listen to His promptings, I am forever changed.
If my humanness wouldn't get in the way of heeding His humble leadership and guidance in my life so often I would be so much closer to who God created me to be...But I am a work in progress. And that is okay. Actually God knew that is how we all would be. So I love to write about God working on me, teaching me, changing me, and even life when I am stubborn or hard of hearing or blind to see Him my Jesus at work in my life.
I have been missing Jesus in my life these days to be honest. The days and nights have once again grown quickly similar since Malachi, my 4 month old, caught a nasty cold. So I persevere in survival mode. The daily routine goes out the window and I just minute by minute make it through the day. However, it is days like these that I crave more of Jesus the way that I know to breathe Him in best...time alone in reading my bible and writing prayers to Him of my aching weary heart and body. With a 4 year old, 2 year old, and 4 month old, the craving for Jesus must still be satisfied. After all, I have always said and will continue to believe I was created for Jesus time; we all were.
So for a few days I was moving my bible and journal from room to room trying to sneak a Minute here and there between the game of Hi Ho Cheerio and playing cars and house and bouncing and burping my baby...isn't there an easier way? I mean I have dropped my pen and accidentally wrote on the furniture more than I have opportunity to write in my journal with the 3 lil' ones constantly on top of me, literally. Can you see the picture?
I saw my sister the other day. She has three lil' kids too and I asked her, "when do you get time with the Lord?" She answered that mom once told her some days your quiet times with Jesus are through watching and playing with your children.
Quite a revelational thought and then I found it. The truth to prove it in this season of self sacrifice we at least don't have to sacrifice Jesus time and His written words for my life.
Matthew chapter 11 25 At that time Jesus said, “I praise you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because you have hidden these things from the wise and learned, and revealed them to little children. 26 Yes, Father, for this is what you were pleased to do.
Jesus wants to speak to me and reveal His way and life to me through my children. And He does.
My journals are now full of scribbles from my children journaling with me. There is a deeper connection and sweetness to handwriting. I mean isn't it the best to see your child write there own name for the first time? With all the technology it has been lost somewhat but handwriting is part of our individual uniqueness. That is part of the reason I love cards - receiving cards and sending cards. It is a different relationship connection.
(Thank you DaySpring for inspiring me to send more cards by sending me some free greeting cards). I just sent my handwritten revelation and the truth from Matthew 11 to my sister. I had to thank her for her wisdom. I later found out that she loves getting the mail. And I mean LOVES getting the mail so much that sometimes she checks the box twice a day. It made me excited to send more cards with a handwritten note and signature.
We all were made to crave the written word in an intimate way that says "I was thinking of you and no one else needs to read it." From my mailbox to hers a connection is made that advanced technology has yet to capture and I love it. Oh the blessing of handwritten things...to me they are fingerprints straight from the Creator of the world. So as my day ends today my normal quiet time of bible reading and journaling didn't happen but I was blessed through my children and their lil voices and lil hands as they wrote their names in the snow, played with fingerpaints, hugged me and sang to me about joy as they put there hands overhead to spell the word joy with their arms.
Friday, January 6, 2012
Pains of childbirth continue....
NO I AM NOT PREGNANT!
But after last night, I have decided that the pains of childbirth continue for as long as one has children. It was a rough night (the order of happenings of my night and please note that I had not even gotten to bed yet when it all began):
*Nurse Malachi
*Miracle is up screaming bloody murder because her upper lip below her nose is so chapped that it is giving her agonizing pain.She was so terribly mad at the kleenex and how bad it hurt her but how bad she needed one constantly to stop the faucet.
So I took a quick trip to Walmart and thank God for boogie wipes and cool touch kleenex tissues and aquaphor...
*She was finally settled down in the comfort of my arms in our bed. She had to literally be in my arms and I was almost falling off our queen size bed. But isn't it amazing how comforting a mom and dad can me?
*Malachi is crying and hungry again.
*Oh great Miracle just pee'd all over our bed. Everything was soaked through to the mattress.
*Strip the bedding. Wash Miracles legs up with a warm wash cloth. Get her some new underwear.
*The hall light was on and so when we went into the kids room, Matthias woke up or was awake from his cold or the light or God only knows what...
*Both kids were complaining and wanted me to lay with them.
*Miracle needs more water.
*Matthias has a booger.
*Miracle in bed.
*Lay in bed with Matthias.
*Miracle wakes up and needs mommy to cuddle with her. I go to lay with her and she is painfully snoring to breathe through her super duper clogged nose that I cannot sleep...
*Back to cuddle with Mattthias who is still awake....
*Pete gets up to go to work. He worked at 5:30a.m. today.
*Matthias thinks its morning.
*Thank you God for Praise Baby dvd to lay and the couch and watch together...
*Malachi is hungry again...
Good Morning!
So, do not hold me to theological meaning or context of this verse for today but it seems appropriate that I write the same letter that Paul wrote the people in Galatians 4:19
"My dear children (Miracle, Matthias, and Malachi), for whom I again in the pains of childbirth until Christ is formed in you (and me, your mommy).
All I can do to grin and bear the pains of children is to hold this truth tightly in my tired arms from holding dear children all night and to pray that it penetrates my heart and exhausted mind that may lose it today from emotions...
Colossians 1:29 "To this end I labor, struggling with ALL HIS ENERGY which so powerfully works in me."
Thank you God that your word is living and active and the absolute truth that doesn't disappoint.
Believing you Jesus for all the energy I do not have.
AMEN
But after last night, I have decided that the pains of childbirth continue for as long as one has children. It was a rough night (the order of happenings of my night and please note that I had not even gotten to bed yet when it all began):
*Nurse Malachi
*Miracle is up screaming bloody murder because her upper lip below her nose is so chapped that it is giving her agonizing pain.She was so terribly mad at the kleenex and how bad it hurt her but how bad she needed one constantly to stop the faucet.
So I took a quick trip to Walmart and thank God for boogie wipes and cool touch kleenex tissues and aquaphor...
*She was finally settled down in the comfort of my arms in our bed. She had to literally be in my arms and I was almost falling off our queen size bed. But isn't it amazing how comforting a mom and dad can me?
*Malachi is crying and hungry again.
*Oh great Miracle just pee'd all over our bed. Everything was soaked through to the mattress.
*Strip the bedding. Wash Miracles legs up with a warm wash cloth. Get her some new underwear.
*The hall light was on and so when we went into the kids room, Matthias woke up or was awake from his cold or the light or God only knows what...
*Both kids were complaining and wanted me to lay with them.
*Miracle needs more water.
*Matthias has a booger.
*Miracle in bed.
*Lay in bed with Matthias.
*Miracle wakes up and needs mommy to cuddle with her. I go to lay with her and she is painfully snoring to breathe through her super duper clogged nose that I cannot sleep...
*Back to cuddle with Mattthias who is still awake....
*Pete gets up to go to work. He worked at 5:30a.m. today.
*Matthias thinks its morning.
*Thank you God for Praise Baby dvd to lay and the couch and watch together...
*Malachi is hungry again...
Good Morning!
So, do not hold me to theological meaning or context of this verse for today but it seems appropriate that I write the same letter that Paul wrote the people in Galatians 4:19
"My dear children (Miracle, Matthias, and Malachi), for whom I again in the pains of childbirth until Christ is formed in you (and me, your mommy).
All I can do to grin and bear the pains of children is to hold this truth tightly in my tired arms from holding dear children all night and to pray that it penetrates my heart and exhausted mind that may lose it today from emotions...
Colossians 1:29 "To this end I labor, struggling with ALL HIS ENERGY which so powerfully works in me."
Thank you God that your word is living and active and the absolute truth that doesn't disappoint.
Believing you Jesus for all the energy I do not have.
AMEN
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