It's about paying attention to God in the moments of life, growing in gratitude, receiving His extravagant love, and learning to love others with that same love. It's about letting go of my old ways of living and learning to walk in the joyous freedom that can only be found in Christ. I must allow truth penetrate into the deepest parts of my soul knowing that truth in me will also awaken truth in others.
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When there are no words... Advent Day 15
There are few words tonight. Weariness has settled in my soul like a good friend.
I have wanted to pray today and yet words are hard to find. Can the Lord hear the prayers that are but a faint whisper?
Mary is on my mind today. What were her days like? The ones preceding the birth of the Messiah? Did she do laundry, mop the floors, and prepare meals like the rest of us? Her nights must have been her only moment to ponder. Just what did the angel mean when he said that she had found favor with God? How did Mary pass the time of her pregnancy, knowing in her womb she carried the Christ-Child. No one else knew and no one would understand if they did. A miracle was being born in her. I wonder if the waiting was hard. Those 9 months of waiting for Him to come.
I'm waiting, too. For the miracle. For God to reveal to us what He is doing in our lives. For Him to show us what He is birthing in our hearts. These moments to reflect feed my soul. To slow down and let my mind catch up with the rest of me. To notice the small things. The ever so tiny signs of green when much around me is turning brown.
Breathing is good for the soul. And maybe that's just what prayer sometimes is. Breathing.
It all happened so suddenly. One day we were talking about her. Two days later she was gone.
I was just with her Friday afternoon! My son lamented. How can she be gone? The emotions of this past week have been more down then up, and my son says, "I'm not sad at the right times." As if we can control this complex emotion we call sadness.
We have sat in the pain though. We have pressed in and we're better for it. Life for now cannot be as usual. A friend is gone. Too soon according to us. We didn't have enough time to learn about this young 13 year old with a vivacious personality so colorful that sometimes people didn't know what to do with such vulnerability and such freedom. In many ways she was older than her years, in other ways she was just a girl wondering if people could accept her just the way she was.
We all just want to know if someone will take us as we are. Growing up is so hard to do.
How do we live in the tension of grief and a life that remains t…
Rain falls on my soul today.
I wake this morning to an email from my youngest's math teacher. E is a conscientious student whose efforts to please often go unnoticed. He has given up his seat more than a few times this past year for other students and opted to sit in a much less comfortable place in the classroom. His teacher bought him a desk to give him a permanent place, but he gave that desk up, too for a corner at the edge of another crowded table. His teacher wants to give Elijah the desk and asks if we will accept it as a gift for a student who actually loves learning math. (who knew this was possible?) Tears rolling down I cannot believe that a teacher would notice my boy who is always willing to share his seat. We tell my son this morning. We also include that while we are so blessed by his generous heart we also want him to know that we love him just because.
We all figure out ways to give and get love and I must tell my son before this becomes his only mode for life. I…
Eyes of God look upon me. I am weak, often faith-less, floundering to believe in your goodness, wanting to trust; actually I'm just a child. Eyes of God, do you see?
We sit this morning around the table, regrouping after a busy season of ministry. Gathering around the breakfast table over buckwheat pancakes and whatever else I can collect from our nearly empty fridge (which is a sure sign of busyness), we sigh and enjoy being together again.
We have a friend's son for the week and we are so happy to have four kids around the table again. Missing our college boy today. Face Time makes the heart full, and as I wonder about his new hairstyle I can't help but feel that ache in my heart for his presence in our home.
What's God been showing you these days?We ask the kids. Three teens and a tween, and we expect that God is showing up in their lives.
God sees me,my thoughtful sixteen year old almost immediately responds. He whispered that to me this week when you were away, Mo…