Thursday, July 4, 2013

Thankful for freedom

Tonight as I served a meal to my family, I celebrated freedom in my heart.
I am thankful on this 4th of July, a day celebrating the freedom we have in this country.
I celebrate that I have the freedom to serve any foods I choose to my family. I celebrate that I have the freedom to purchase fruits and vegetables directly from my local farmers and have the information on how they were grown.
As we prayed to our Lord before eating, I celebrated the freedom we have to pray to and worship any god we choose.
I celebrate, as I look at my husband, that I had the freedom to choose my own spouse.
I celebrate, as I look at my sweet daughter, that I can rejoice in having a girl as my firstborn, also knowing that my husband and I can have as many children as we wish without a government telling us to limit the number of our offspring.
I celebrate that we have the right to bear arms, and the freedom to exercise that right or not.
The list can go on and on. As I write this blog, I celebrate that I have the freedom to write and express my thankfulness, without fear that I would be reprimanded for my voice.
Thank you to the men and women who have died fighting for and defending our freedom and for those who continue to do so. May we as United States citizens continue to fight for our freedom and be thankful as we live in this land of the free and home of the brave. 

Tuesday, June 11, 2013


As I toweled off after my shower this morning my daughter grabbed an oversize towel of her own and mimicked my routine of drying off. As I watched her copy my every move I found myself reflecting on the Bible verse where Paul begs other Christians to mimick his ways as he mimicked the ways of Christ. As parents my husband and I are often struck by the way that our daughter copies us exactly, by our movements down to the very intonation of our voice as we say certain words or phrases.
It blesses my heart in those moments when she asks to pray to Jesus and shouts 'Amen!'
Other times I find myself cringing as she is sassy or behaves as I do in my less-than-finer moments.
All in all I am challenged to copy the ways of my Lord and Savior, admittedly not consistently doing so. It's really the only way to parent! If we are copying Christ and following His ways then ultimately our children will copy those same things as they see us exhibiting Christ's ways.
Taking it one day at a time... 

Monday, April 1, 2013

By Faith not Formula..

What a gift it is to be journeying with friends through the book "Desperate" by Sarah Mae and Sally Clarkson!
Today the Lord TOTALLY blessed me with the opportunity to relax and read an entire chapter while my sweet toddler slept on my chest :) The chapter was all about living by faith not by formula.
Talk about conviction! Whew! With so many wonderful blogs, books, Facebook pages, etc. out there I find myself 'liking' them all and following them all - so many that I admit I am overwhelmed. There are SO many great ideas on how to raise kids in the training of the Lord, what homeschooling ideas to try, etc. etc. and we (meaning I) get so wrapped up in trying to read them all and put them into practice that it's so very easy to block out the Lord's voice.
Sad to admit but I believe that's where I'm at as I write this. I've lost the sound of God's voice leading me as I tend to my family. I've been so focused on following various formulas that I am not walking by faith in the Spirit. And yet God is so very faithful. It's on those days where I feel like I'm messing up by not getting enough done, not practicing the formulas correctly that I have the best interaction with my daughter. She gets frustrated and agitated when I'm online reading blogs and trying to implement different activities (force them really), but when I stop trying and just get down to her level and listen to her, cuddle with her, give her tons and tons of kisses, dance with her, allow her to sleep on my chest instead of forcing her to nap on her own so I can have my own time...when I slow down enough to go at her pace, I find peace. I don't feel rushed. When I treat her with respect and am gentle and kind in my requests, she chooses to obey. So very opposite a reaction when I threaten her or speak to her harshly - usually when my attention is divided is when I speak to her this way. *Sigh*
Thank you Lord for second chances. And third and three-hundred! Thank you for new mercies every. single. morning. Thank you for books like this one to wake me up to Your voice! You have been leading women in motherhood and wife-hood for thousands of years without how-to books. Without blogs to follow and without Facebook pages and people to follow. Lead me by Your sweet, kind, gentle Spirit.
You formed my daughter inside of me and You alone know her every thought, her every dream, her soul. Teach me how to be her mother. How to train her and how to discipline her. How to lead her into dependence on You. Help me leave her in Your hands as she is Yours first and foremost. 

Monday, March 25, 2013

At the end of yesterday I looked at my toddler covered with evidence of our full day. In her hair were bits of broccoli and dirt, on her face was juice from tomatoes and crumbs from almond banana bread, and covering her clothes were tomato seeds, dirt, and a variety of other sources of stickiness. The smile that lit up her face was priceless.
Our Sunday didn't go as planned. It was so much better!
The day was spent dancing to worship music, reading stories, digging in the dirt, planting new plants, watering the garden and walking to the park. My ears were filled with giggles as my daughter flew high on the swings, slid down the slide and made new friends. While preparing dinner I heard sounds of turkey calls and laughter as she helped my husband prepare for his turkey hunt coming up in the garage.
My heart was warmed as she asked for broccoli, apples, grapes, kale chips and almond milk throughout the day. As she ate the same spinach quiche, carrots and apples we had for dinner.
And I melted as she asked for her blankie and mama's milk, then cuddled up in my arms, this long-legged, curly haired, quarter pound toddler, drinking the nourishment that God designed my body alone to provide her.
I didn't get a lot of things done and I'll admit, many days I don't get it right, but days like yesterday....yes. I will hold in my heart and thank God for such a full day.