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.
AMEN! This is powerful enlightenment and truth, friend! After watching a child born into the world, watching one grow and develop (let alone getting to participate in that) is not only one of God's greatest privileges but it certainly IS an act of worship. I love how you (and Ashley) are showing other moms that their time with their children, when intentionally spent recognizing God's presence in it, is a huge opportunity to rest and grow in relationship with Him. Thank you for sharing your discoveries!
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