Month: January 2011
Well, I’m not dead, so no, it’s not the end of the story.
But for now, it might just be the end of the blog and every day computer time.
(Except for pictures and stories of my kids here and there because otherwise the family will go ballistic.)
I think not.
I’ve been struggling lately with the facebook and the blogging and what really is the purpose and am I wasting time or am I building relationships and connecting and drawing others to Christ or just drawing myself away from my kids and my husband and my Lord?
I don’t know.
But I do know that I will be ok if I step away. And that maybe I do need to step away because the highlight of my day shouldn’t be that I had 250 views on my blog but that I got 250 kisses from my babies and hubby.
And maybe I’ll really really really clean my house. Because it’s gross and it needs it. Or maybe I’ll actually scrapbook. Like a book with pages. Or maybe I’ll just read a hundred books with the kids (and by myself) and play with play dough and cook and do sit ups (not) and have play dates and tea parties and play dress up or cuddle, talk with and kiss my husband.
And maybe I’ll be back to share a little with ya. Or maybe not.
…and I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God…. Ephesians 3:18-19
Yesterday we shared our story. I was dreading it. I’m not sure why since I’ve shared it here, I’ve shared it with women at our Women’s Retreat. But I was so fearful and ashamed and I didn’t want to. But Pat was confident – not in himself or us, but in the healing power of Jesus and the work He’d done in our life. And I am too but still I dreaded it. Of course it went great. Our group was smaller which perhaps was a blessing. We shared and had open, honest conversation. And hopefully encouraged and drew nearer to Christ.
Every day it comes to mind. And every day I marvel at the love of Jesus. I know I talk of it alot, perhaps too much and it gets old but it will never get old. To be rescued from a pit of despair and hopelessness? I will never forget. Lord, let me never forget.
Beginning today I’m counting towards 1000 gifts of thanks along with others at A Holy Experience.
1. the love of a Savior, especially when I least deserve it
2. a husband I cherish and fall more in love with every day
3. playing tea party with Angel
4. advil for Pat’s awful headache
5. birthday supper with Grandma Barb
6. the feel of warm laundry out of the dryer
7. sharing chocolate malt o meal with Pat
8. a little boy and girl potty training and running around in underwear
9. snuggling under covers
10. bubbles in the tub
I will give thanks to you, LORD, with all my heart; I will tell of all your wonderful deeds. Psalm 9:1
I don’t want to move through life so fast that I miss it. The indescribable.
Nothing of course, comes close to the indescribable love of Jesus. The freedom that’s found only through Him. Hope for today. Peace that passes all understanding. A love so great that it overflows into all I do, say, am. (Or it should anyway.)
But when I slow down, when I open my eyes and take in each moment, I’ve been blessed with so much more. The love of Jesus would be enough. But He gives more. Moments that are indescribable…
…a beautiful bright orange sunrise
…big tight squeezes from babies
…a shoulder rub and whispers of I love you
…friends who care and love and understand, even when the worst is revealed
…nap time cuddling with babies
…swinging in the back yard
…stars that shine bright
…the sound of babies saying “mama”
…snowmen in the front yard
…the gentle fall of snowflakes
…chocolate cake with a glass of milk
…the intimacy of husband and wife
…the blessing of 5 children, still unbelievable after so many years
I want to soak it all in. I’m in awe of my Savior. Every day I marvel at His greatness. His love, mercy and faithfulness. I don’t want to miss a moment, even a small one. Because it’s all from Him. And it’s indescribable.
I kicked the unmotivated, undisciplined, lazy me to the curb. I put on my running gear and even though the wind was blowing it was a beautiful day and I ran my 2.5 mile course and yes I did walk a little bit but I ran!
My knees hurt. My lungs screamed and I probably ran a 14 minute mile pace which is fast walking for most people but I don’t care.
It felt awful. But it felt amazing. The new healthy fit me that took a 8 week eat everything do nothing vacation is back. Hopefully to stay.