Sunday, March 27, 2011
I can’t seem to follow through in giving up for Lent.
Which makes me want to just give up Lent.
Which makes me question Who I am following.
Which may precisely be the point of Lent.
“Don’t think of lent as about working your way to salvation. Think of it as working out your salvation.”
(words from aholyexperience.com)-I wish I could call Ann Voscamp up right now and tell her she typed those words just for me...
I chose to go back to my commitment. I chose to love Him more. I chose to remember. I chose to work this strange miracle of salvation out.
Monday, March 21, 2011
I could stare at her for hours. I could kiss her cheeks for even longer. Her skin is flawless, perfectly pink, and oh so petal soft. I treasure the fact that all of my children still have baby soft skin, Ella just has the softest right now. Even though it is beyond gorgeous outside right now, I'm mesmerized by what is inside; my sleeping babies and all of their perfect little features.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
This question comes from http://www.aholyexperience.com
I had to really stop and think about this. Motherhood as a holy place? Really? In the midst of clutter, snotty noses, overturned couches and cushions from fort making, sticky fingers, potty breaks, dirty diapers, wet diapers, more dirty diapers, cries for help....I stop. Yes, this is a holy place. For in the clutter there is discovery. The fort is our fortress of fun. Sticky fingers prove nourishment. All things dealing with the word "potty" mean that my children are healthy. Their bodies work as they are made to. Cries for help mean that I am their protector. It is a holy place. I will see these daily "chores" as gifts. Never will my children be commonplace. I will make this a holy place, for all of us to dwell, always inviting our Savior in.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Aaron and I are truly trying to make Lent a part of our lives this year. We debated on how much the boys could and should understand. We decided to simply talk to them about how much Christ loves us. I don't think little Eli's heart could bear the thought of "his Jesus" suffering on the cross just yet. So, we will wait and allow them the peace of that tiny baby they see in their minds and hearts. We reflected on what to give up. Something that would make us truly pause and reflect on His sacrifice. Something that would make us uncomfortable. Here it is....SWEETS. This includes diet sweets too. We both crave sweet things, literally crave them. After every meal, we hear the words, "What's for dessert?" because we always have it, even if it's something little. In just two days I have resisted those wonderful sweet things and each time I did, I said a prayer of thanks to my sacrificial Savior. I begged him for strength. Isn't it strange how something so silly as sweets can really be a challenge. It may seem trivial to some, but it is preparing my heart for this season, this season Sacrifice.
The kids and I return from one of those very lucky lunch dates with PaPa...of course there were sweets surrounding me, but I said a prayer and I grew as I watched little boy fingers get chocolaty and gooey. The boys beg to play outside. I ponder this. It's close to nap time, Ella is still in the van. I shout, "YES! Let's play tag!" We run, we laugh, we fall over, our fingers become numb from the cold, but we keep running. I feel the wind in my hair. How long has it been? When did I last do this? I watch the boys as I check on Ella. They exude Joy. It pours out of them. Cheeks are getting rosy, but they keep running, keep laughing, keep taking in this moment.
I am surrounded by Sacrifice and Joy. I stand in the cold, peeking in on my baby girl and watching my boys run. I look to the sky, it is overcast today. Cloudy and gray.
"Thank you Lord for going through the darkness...thank you for giving me this light."
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Here's to resolutions, even if we aren't that good at them!