Sometimes Christmas feels like a fruit cake of celebrations. Do kids make the distinction of Jesus and Santa? Or do both sweet celebrations mesh together and they just swallow them whole with one bite?
Then this week while driving in the van, Kavin, my eldest, shared a random thought that made the whole Jesus/Santa recipe fall into place for me.
Mamas, how we understand the Bible—and especially women of the Bible—matters for our lives and the next generation. Biblical women are our example of how to live (and sometimes not live) as God-honoring women today. And what we share about these stories with the next generation, shapes how they perceive themselves as godly men and women.
This week God provided in tangible ways. The mama down the street let me borrow serving platters for a family gathering. The family across the street hosted us for dinner and extended their lives in friendship. In similar ways to the Pilgrims, our ‘lil family was welcomed to a new place by those already living here.
And yet I still caught myself stewing an UNthankful heart at times. Our belongings aren’t here from Texas (but we have our needs met). The house needs organization (but we have a home to live in). And I worry about the unknowns ahead: schooling for the kids, finding the right doctor, consistent income for our family…and on, and on, and on.
The Holy Spirit pulled out Matthew 6:33-34 from the cupboard of my soul and reminded me about the cure for worry—which happens to also be the cure for an unthankful heart.
As soon as the sun slivers through my blinds, I’m serving needs—picking up the babbling toddler, packing a PB&J for my preschooler, and writing my mental list for Target. And that’s just the first ten minutes.
It’s no wonder some days I feel more poured out than poured in. On such a day, I sat down to pray, closed my eyes, and silently started, “Lord, I worship You. What do You need me to do?”
This weekend I walked in the damp Pennsylvania woods while the wind rustled the branches and the leaves surrendered drops of captive rainwater. Tink, shh, woo, tink. Maple, dogwood, oak, and beach, all letting go of their holdings, adding to the colorful canvas on the floor of the woods. I drew near to God who created these trees as I stared in silence.
More than 25 years ago I wandered these woods—lost and searching, not knowing what my heart ached and grasped for. The golden hues of the Maple tree whispered something of majesty and I wondered, “Does God exist? And if He does, I want to know Him.”
Looking back over more than two decades of following Jesus, I see times when I simply just lived. Rushing from one “important” thing to the next—barely breathing, let alone wondering at the hue of the golden maple—or leaning in to recognize God’s whisper through the rustling of the leaves.
Are you rushing this Fall? Here is one simple thing we can do to draw closer to God.
My Instagram feed splashes images of quick quotes and inspirational verses intended to remind me of living for Jesus. But this week they seemed to skim my soul rather than refresh it. There is something deeper needed for powerful living than quick tips— the same thing is needed for powerful parenting.
This week I really messed up and starting sinking in my sin. I acted selfishly and allowed fear to control my thoughts and how I treated my family. When the conviction came, I drowned in shame and guilt.
I wanted to swim away from the Lord—how to face the God I love with my sin-stained failures? Yet as I twisted through the waves of accusation, He pulled the current toward Himself.
Do you ever feel a conviction about your less-than-lovely thoughts or actions?
God’s love is ready to help you up when your sinking in sin.