Wordless Wednesday

Wordless Wednesday

Perseverance

I was watching my son stack some blocks this weekend, and I was amazed at how he would get so upset when everything came crashing down but then go right back to work building again without a hint of frustration.

Is it weird to say that my toddler inspires me?

I want to be able to let go of the hurts, slights, negativity, frustration, things that didn't work, and mistakes, and just plunge ahead with a good attitude, fully committed to whatever new thing is happening in life.  In fact, that is my prayer for all of us this weekend. 

And maybe, like my little guy, we will be working hard and suddenly realize that we've stacked a record 22 blocks.  :-)

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Wordless Wednesday: How My Babysitter Styled My Son's Hair During A Nap! :-)

Learning To Let Go

My son, Dallas, is 16 months old now, and getting more independent every day.  Suddenly, he has discovered that he is his own person and doesn't have to be attached to mommy every moment.

Dallas got a little bumblebee riding toy for Christmas, where you sit on the back of it and use your legs to scoot around the floor.  At first, all he could do was sit on the seat for a few seconds while someone held him on there and pushed, and then he would kind of slither off.

Then, we got to the point where he was learning to use his feet, and could move a little as long as someone held him and gave him a push.

The other day, he went to climb on, and I came right over to help him.  He gently took a hand and pushed me away, and as I let go he scooted off on his own.

I watched him move across the floor all by himself, and was so proud and sad at the same time.  About halfway across the room, he stopped and looked back over his shoulder at me before continuing on.

And suddenly I saw him going off to kindergarten, and turning to look back at me.

And graduating from high school, and turning to look back at me.

And walking down the aisle at his wedding, and turning to look back at me.

(All that was missing from this scene was Butterfly Kisses by Bob Carlisle playing in the background.)

Right at the moment that I was about to lose it, Dallas ran into the corner.  And as hard as he tried, he couldn't figure out how to turn himself around.

So he looked back again, and used a new word he's learned: "Help!"

And Mommy got to be his hero for just a little while longer.  :-)

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(Okay, a few words!  Here's my little guy "playing" the harp at the park!)

Rush Hour

I am so excited to introduce you to Guest Blogger....CATHY PRINGLE!!!

Cathy and I met as kids in Florida, and used to have sleepovers where we would make "radio commercials" on cassette tapes.  :-)

We ended up at different schools and lost touch, but thanks to email and Facebook, we have recently reconnected.  Maybe there's a friend from YOUR past that you should try tracking down?

Cathy is just as sweet as she was in 8th grade.  And she's also a beautiful wife, mama of 3 little girls, and writer, whose love for the Lord shines bright.  Cathy, I can't wait to see where God takes you with your writing.

Enjoy this awesome devotion, which totally made me bawl, because sister, I have been there!  And if you have kids, you probably have, too.  You can read more of Cathy's stuff on her blog, Dust Keeps (Kids Don't), and connect with her on Facebook. 

RUSH HOUR

In the early morning hours of an average weekday, I sit in the dark on the couch in my family room The whole house is asleep, that is, everyone but me and our speckled alley cat who is purring loudly next to me, hoping to be fed.

In just fifteen minutes the race will begin: a frenzied dash for the school bus that includes waking, feeding and dressing a five and seven year old, while fielding a two year old trying hard to catch up with her big sisters.

But this is my quiet time; a time I try to spend with God every day. For a few peaceful moments I sit by myself to read the Bible and pray. I cover myself with a soft fleece blanket and close my eyes.

Please God, bless my husband today at work. Keep him safe. Please watch over my children. Keep them healthy. Help them learn. Help them grow. Please help me to be a good mother and wife. Watch over my mother. Bless my brothers and their wives. Please heal my friend, bless her new baby.

I continue, pouring out my concerns to God. I am comforted and know that He has heard me. My eyes are closed.

I try to enjoy being still, but the advancing clock propels my eyes to open. I hear the low rumble of the highway near our house, signaling the beginning of rush hour. I sigh with sudden weariness. My rush hour has begun too. There is so much to do, a barrage of breakfast requests, the lunchboxes, the backpacks, library books, field trip permission slips, and homework folders to remember. Mix the above with tooth brushing, ponytails, a wardrobe change or two, and an average day has begun.

I think: These kids don’t have a clue how much I do for them. Any second they will appear and start asking me for things faster than machine gun fire. My shoulders tense up and I realize that I am overwhelmed before my day has begun. Some days I get tired of all the requests and wish we could sit and enjoy being together on the couch.

Then I start to wonder, God, do you ever just get tired of me constantly asking you for things?

As if in reply, my youngest daughter appears in the doorway, rubbing sleepy eyes.

She walks over to me on the couch and climbs into my arms. She lays her blonde head on my chest. She snuggles into me, and I rest my head on top of hers. I feel the warmth of her trusting body and know that she loves me. We are content simply being together. She reaches up to touch my face, and my heart is filled.

The sleepy girl in my lap shows me what my prayer life has been missing. I apologize to my heavenly Father, and relax in a moment of loving Him. I just enjoy being still. I thank God for listening to me, for loving me, and for not sighing in weariness for all the things I ask of Him.

On the brown couch in my living room, I imagine us both sitting in the lap of our loving Father, reaching up in love to touch His face.

My rush hour begins, but with a new appreciation for the requests ahead of me. I make the breakfasts, pack the lunchboxes, and dress three girls with love, realizing how similar we are.

Be still and know that I am God Psalm 46:10

Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength. Mark 12:30