My husband loves his motorcycle and I love to join him on the back and fly around our picturesque country roads.
The freedom of getting out of the house and enjoying the beauty of God’s creation always gives me a sense that all is right in my world. As I sit behind my husband, I often find myself smiling and worshiping God as we point out the beautiful sights we discover in our area. I talk to God and thank Him for His goodness to us.
One day while we roamed the countryside I heard a very quick and clear sentence from God that messed me up a lot.
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A Bible Scholar I am not, but as these eyes stare up at me in wide-eyed wonder, oh how I wish I were. Their question’s simple, yet after decades of claiming its truth, I still struggle with explaining it plainly. In a way these childlike hearts could understand. I’m over-thinking it, clearly, as it shouldn’t be that difficult. I cling to grace each day. Surely I can explain what it means to a group of 5 year-olds.
Her heart-shaped sequins glisten as she reiterates the question:
“So what does grace mean, anyway?”
I feel like a deer in headlights as I stare back at her long lashes and find myself quoting Romans 5:8 without really realizing why.
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How do you see Him?
Pleading and praying in the Garden of Gethsemane?
Broken and bleeding on the cross?
Preaching and teaching followers on a hillside?
Being baptized in the Jordan River?
As an almost teen, amazing teachers in the Temple?
Forgiving and giving hope to a Samaritan woman?
In the street triumphantly entering Jerusalem past cheering crowds?
Welcoming and blessing playful children?
Defending a women from stones aimed to kill?
Surrounded by hurting ill people waiting for miracles?
Toppling tables in the Temple courtyard?
Greeting Mary Magdeline as she weeps near the empty tomb?
Laughing with friends at the Wedding in Cana?
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Hello friend, thanks for joining me today! I love children & I love dogs so when I came across this little video it actually inspired me to write this post. Would you take five to watch & then come back so we can chat about the word BELIEVE?
CLICK HERE TO WATCH: “Daisy the Pup who Believed”
Can you imagine what Daisy’s life would have been like, had there not been someone believing in her, teaching her how to believe in herself & helping her on her journey?
Being the Step-Mamma to a beautiful, very {very} active six-year old little boy, I was both convicted & encouraged by Daisy’s story, because it serves as a reminder of the importance of believing in the child(ren) God places in my life & teaching them to believe in themselves.
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“What I do you cannot do; but what you do, I cannot do. The needs are great, and none of us, including me, ever do great things. But we can all do small things, with great love, and together we can do something wonderful.” ~Mother Theresa
There is a Holly bush in our backyard. It, along with its mate, holds a prime spot on our lawn. Both have been here longer than I. The male overlooks the female, in a protective posture in close proximity, a bit taller in stature while she, hovers low and wide to the ground, as if to bow hospitably to welcome the little creatures who linger here.
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Oh Mama, you know you’ve asked a hundred times. And then hundred more. Did you brush your teeth, make your bed, feed the dog, put on socks, eat breakfast. The list of things we are afraid they will forget to do without prompting can seem endless. And it is.
Are we asking them if they prayed? If they did their devotionals?
This morning I wondered if God feels the same way when He is trying reach through the noise to my heart.
My child, did you pray first? Did you remember Ruth, or Abigail, or Tabitha? My child , did you slow down enough to see Me in your own child?
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In a recent conversation in the office, we were laughing that no matter how many times we proof a document, it seems a typo or error will be found just after the e-mail has been sent or 1,000 copies have been printed.
“I always wonder what mistake I’ll be remembered for,” someone remarked. Light-heartedly, I said, “We are not defined by our mistakes.”
But, as I walked away I kept thinking about it. Isn’t that something we all need to be reminded of?
We are not defined by our mistakes.
Yes, some can be real doozies, and some mistakes are remembered for quite a while.
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On most days I am the mother of a miniature super hero, he flies or runs around the house as Batman, Hulk, Iron Man, or Superman and the other day my little super hero called me Super-Mom after I helped him with something. It was one of those moments that you could feel it, the words. The power of words coming from the one of the smallest little people in your life. It made me smile and it made me think.
What makes a mom super?
- Is it her ability to multi task and jungle her daily duties?
- Is it the way she is always in a good mood and ready to please?
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