Wide Devastation

It's five minute friday. Click the icon above to find out what it's all about. Basicall, I set the timer and write for 5 minutes and then publish it.

The word for today is

WIDE

Timer Set. Go.

I was standing in my most frequent sactuary. Yes, on the rug in front of my kitchen sink washing the dishes. I have found it to truly be a sanctuary for me these day of tiny fingers and voices constantly at my feet, hugging my legs. So I wash the dishes with the ipod playing worship songs and I tune it all out. Eyes closed. My heart wide open. Asking Jesus to overwhelm me and consume me more than the days worth of whining. dirty diapers. disappointments. worry. bickering...oh all those things of marriage and motherhood. And then I heard it. The song playing was by Watermark called Captivate Us. And the words "Devastate us with your presence" struck me so deep. My eyes opened wide and the tears formed just thinking about it.
Am I devastated? Completely overwhelmed and shocked to think of Jesus on the cross. Do I get it? That he did it for me? He rescued me from the dominion of darkness. Jesus, your arms were stretched wider than they could go when the nails hit your wrists. The blood ran down creating a wider river to save us all. Oh Lord, yes, devastate me with your presence and find my arms wide open and m heart all for you.

Stop.

I found this link below on utube - I am devastated.
Love so much deeper and wider than I can understand.
Breathe Him In.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZT5sSzTG12M&feature=youtube_gdata_player

God's cupboard

I was doing the dishes this afternoon and Malachi decided to help me stay busy even longer.

His little smile so refreshing and sweet; The weariness of the mundane tasks of serving my family seemed to fade a tad. Have you ever wondered if God looks at us as if we are creating more work for Him or as If we are reversing the work he has done? I recalled the verse from Isaiah 43:13 Yes, and from ancient days I am he.
No one can deliver out of my hand.
When I act, who can reverse it?" (Isaiah 43:13 NIV)
I serve a mighty God whose work and ways I cannot reverse! How exciting it is to think that I can be a part of God's supernatural if I walk by faith and not sight...so for just a moment I'll forget about the cupboard full of dishes now on the floor. God's cupboard isn't full of dishes; it is full of promises for you and me to claim and believe. And when God hears He acts and no one can reverse it. I love what it says in the earlier verses in Isaiah 43 (go ahead open the cupboard doors and read it for yourself). We are His! You and I belong to Him and where ever He puts us cannot be reversed.
Amen
&
Goodnight!

6 eyes focus on me...

I have been missing my blogging so it's back to try 5 minute friday in hopes I can get back into writing. So today the word is: FOCUS.

Timer set. Just 5 minutes to write.
Go...


My one year old started crying and the alarm rang at the same time. My eyes struggled to focus on the red numbers on the clock...6:00. Already? I pick up my baby or is he considered a toddler now? He snuggles in and my focus is stolen by him completely. The baby soft skin and hair with tiny fingers stretching up to find my hand to hold. I wake up at 6 to spend time with Jesus but sharing a bedroom with the one year old doesn't allow for me to sneak away. So my body sinks deep into what was always called my Jesus chair before my babies were born and I begin to pray in the dark. My focus? Praying for my baby. I pray until my mind dozes off. Without the light on it's difficult to wake up. And I remember Jesus in the garden warning the disciples to stay awake and pray. Oh I am so weak. I am just a man. He, Jesus, is fully man fully God. And greater is He who is in me than he who is in the world. So I struggle to focus once again. This time my finger slides from left to right to turn on my ipod in the dark. My bible app will do this morn. Jesus can you speak to me?
My day has started. There is no turning back time. My "focus" is dozing off once again too I think. I put him back into the small pack-n-play that once seemed so big and he so small. I blink and he grows.
The leftover oatmeal is in the microwave and the kids can barely wait. They eat a muffin as a breakfast appetizer...ha who knew there was such a thing?!
I'm everywhere at once. Oh how we do what we do as moms? Seems the kids just got oatmeal and I'm cutting a banana for the babes and they already want seconds. The dishes piled up from yesterday and the laundry that sat in the dryer for two days is now in the basket on the couch. Oh, my potty training 3 year old needs to go...all is stopped and my focus is completely his. Another success and our hands are washed; soap suds stand in the sink. Finally, I can get a few bites of oatmeal. I fight to focus on more than my changing hormones that toss my emotions and feelings so quickly, my patience is tried and tested beyond. Where is my focus?! It's clear to see the 6 eyes that are focused on me. It's true. They are my focus. They are my ministry. I am constantly reminded. I am always blessed. I say I love you. I say I love me. And they giggle. We sing. We dance. So I fix my tired eyes and pray that Jesus would be an overcomer of myself...
I will fix my eyes on Jesus who is the author and perfector of my faith and family.

Stop.