Watching The Quiet Man. what a movie. they don’t make movies like this anymore. WOW, what a kiss. what a wedding night. love…real love. the love of a man for a woman. the care he provides. It isn’t about stuff, no matter what anyone says. it is about his touch, his look, his patience, his voice. we both have our flaws in this marriage of mine. and this week has been tough. i am unappreciative of what i have. I need to always think of what Christ did, the sacrifice He made and the gift of His mercy and grace. I need to be more merciful and kind and gracious. so i pray for forgiveness.
My youngest has her birthday tomorrow. A quarter of a century. I keep asking ‘How can this be?’ 25 years. Twenty-five years. Where did this quarter of a century go? She isn’t sure of herself still. She kicked her way out, but wasn’t sure of the world. So she incubated for thirty days at the hospital. and i prayed. and prayed. and prayed.
and I still pray. for all three of them. the eldest, the middle, the youngest. the lostness of their hearts. the hope that they know how valued they are in Christ. that the Saviour of the world died for them. the Creator of the world loves them. I miss her preemieness. I miss all of their little sounds, their tiny hands, their noses, their cute little bums. Thank you Lord for letting me be a mum.
It is Monday and I am pooped. just plain worn out. Yet there is a whole week of work left. and the Lord is here. in my tiredness, my grouchiness, my wandering. He pulls me back to appreciate what I have been given. I pray to see Him in each day, each person, each contact I make.
So, I deactivated my account. I am tired of politics and people. I am going to attempt to counteract the time with reading and prayer. I have a new job and it is somewhat overwhelming already. I need time to decompress and the social media doesn’t help. What are you up to in the new year? I also am considering a gym membership!! gasp. I need to relieve stress as well, walking and lifting helps. I will keep you updated on that one.
Martin Luther King day. My son is black. I am considered white. He is my only son, the light of my heart. I am his mother. I taught him how to ride a bike, to catch a baseball, to dribble a basketball. I read to him every night. I took care of him when he was sick. I don’t care if he was purple with pink spots. He is my son and I would do anything for him. That is what love is about.
The new year is upon us ~ as is cold and snow and the ever constant whining of people not happy with life and change. But each day there is birth and death, sadness and joy, choices to make. and God reveals Himself to us in the mundane, the ordinary, the daily minutia. He calls us to a better life, to a life that exalts Him and what He has done for us through His Son, Jesus.
I spent the first of the year in Atlanta at the Passion conference for 18-25 year olds. I was a DoorHolder. I had section 230 and 231. This is the 3rd year hubby and I have done this. I cannot describe 55,000 young people praising and worshipping Jesus at the Georgia Dome. the IG picture here is my hubby and one of the young people. She had a service dog and was fabulous. And now we are doing Chase the Lion by Mark Batterson at church. Very interesting book so far.
the birth of my Saviour, Jesus Christ. there is nothing written about this time in Scripture. I wonder what did Mary and Joseph do? alone. in a cave with a newborn babe. I cannot even imagine their thoughts or fears. and God watching, knowing, loving Humanity more than their sin. loving me. as I age my brain cannot comprehend this sometimes. or the thought of it is too much for me to take into my heart.
we had family time this past weekend, too much food, and some issues. but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I see my children as they are growing into young adults, wanting to change things for them, desiring that their choices were different, hoping they understand the eternal consequences. but I know it is their path, their journey, their life. Their life. I must remember that. so I pray each day, with every thought of them, I pray.
So going into 2017 I wonder what God has in store, what He knows of my journey. I pray that as we go into this new year with my new job, new responsibilities, new tasks ~ that I will reflect Jesus, depend on the Holy Spirit and know my Father is always there with me.
so, Winter is here in north central Ohio. cold, blustery, ice, snow, boots, hats, gloves, scarves. but in it all ~ is Hope. the Hope of a tiny baby and teenage parents. the Hope that under the snow and ice is Spring. the Hope that this Creation is waiting for a Saviour. the tiny baby soon to become a youngster and then a man. that God became a Man in Christ. my Hope. my Saviour. i love Winter. i love the cold, the dark long nights, the short days. i love coming into my home with its warmth and smells and sounds and sights. but i know my True eternal home isn’t here. it is where i am forgiven. where i am seen for me – the me i cannot see, the heart & soul of me that He sees. Blessed Winter to each of you.