People all over the world blogging on the same topic on the same day for just five minutes and linking up at Lisa Jo’s place. Today’s topic: Broken. (today’s prompt moved me to ignore the rules! I couldn’t say what I needed to say in 5 minutes. It’s too important)
I can’t help but feel broken today. The day set aside to remember that my Lord died for me. We remember it often, as it is the very core of following Christ. That Christ died for each one of us and rose again. That He took all of our sins on Himself and suffered the punishment that should have been ours.
We remember it often. With communion, with praise. And we tell our children. Look to the cross. Remember how much He loves you. There is no greater love than one who would give up His one and only son for us. Than one who would give up heaven, all authority and power, to become a man and live among us. Knowing fully that one day He would suffer complete anguish to save us and bring us back to Him.
A couple of nights ago, my daughter asked why God would leave Jesus when He was on the cross. I caught my breath as I beheld such a huge moment in her questioning and understanding. I explained to her that because God is holy, He can’t look on our sin. And since all of our sin was on Jesus when He was crucified in our place, God had to be separated from Him during that time. That’s how much He loves us and wants us to be His.
At His death,The earth shook.
The rocks split.
The sun stopped.
The curtain was torn.
The relationship was broken.
Thank you, Lord, that you didn’t end the story there.
We’re almost there. 3.5 hours and the kiddo will be off for a week and a half. I can remember the feeling of needing a break from school and thinking it couldn’t possibly come quickly enough. This is definitely how she is feeling. It has been a struggle to get her to school each day for the last couple of weeks. Until today.
Today is crazy hair day. And no, she wouldn’t let me take a picture. 🙂 But she has 7 ponytails sticking up all over her head. She told me she probably couldn’t play outside at recess because it might ruin her hair. Who knew that 7 ponytails is all it would take to make school fun again? Maybe we should have crazy hair day every week.
Honestly, I can’t wait for spring break either. With school and work and other obligations, we just haven’t had much together time lately. Just hanging out, being us. We have all sorts of projects lined up. We are making drawer dividers for her sock drawer. Giving new life to a beat up old wardrobe I found at St. Vinny’s for $10. (it will become the wardrobe for her dress up clothes in the basement). Working on jewelry we are designing together. Making cookies. Going to the zoo.
Spring break, here we come!
Seriously. I get to be this kid’s mom? How amazing is that? I’m not saying we don’t have hard days. Like any 6 year old, she is growing and changing and sometimes struggling with all the things little girls struggle with. Which friend wouldn’t play with her. Having to do math every day. Not getting a treat. Sometimes life is hard when you’re 6.
But the moments of Joy are much more abundant. The moments she comes running up for another hug. Climbs onto my lap while I am working. Asks me to tickle her, then giggles uncontrollably. Asks me to surprise her, then waits for it to happen. Sometimes, life is just fun.
Her current project is painting her car for the Awana race in a few weeks. She chose about 25 colors and has used 5 of them so far. There will be no doubt whose car this is! She loves color and beauty and brightness. And those are just some of the things she bring into my world. All the color, beauty and light I can stand. And all the love. She may run away when I try to kiss her, but she also calls out my name just to tell me she loves me.
I love seeing all the ways we are the same and all the ways we are different. Learning what makes her tick and celebrating the gifts God has given her. It is such a joy to be her mom.
God sure knew what He was doing when He put us together.
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I happened upon a blog by another single mom yesterday. She mentioned that no one should ever have to be a single mom and how impossible of a job it is. I was struck by the hopelessness I read between the lines.
So, this is for all the single moms out there who are in a place of despair and sadness.
I know it’s hard. I know it’s exhausting. And I know that this is not what most of us had planned. Yes, some days I would love to have a partner. A husband who loves me and my daughter, someone to help provide, someone to give me a break now and then. Someone to share all the joys of parenting with.
But I asked God to be my partner. I ask Him for wisdom to parent well. I ask for His grace to cover all of my shortcomings. And it does. He knows me completely and loves me anyway. He knows my daughter completely and loves her anyway. He has a great plan for us that will not be thwarted by the hard things in this world. And He stands up for us and our kids.
Sing to God, sing in praise of his name,
extol him who rides on the clouds;
rejoice before him—his name is the Lord.
A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows,
is God in his holy dwelling.
God sets the lonely in families,
he leads out the prisoners with singing
So hang in there! You can do this. With God’s help, you can do anything He asks you to do. These kiddos need you love them through it all. They need to see you turning to God for help. And how amazing it will be if they can watch God answer prayers early in their lives. What a lesson in trust and faith that will be.
I’ll be right here, cheering you on.
People all over the world blogging on the same topic on the same day for just five minutes and linking up at Lisa Jo’s place. Today’s topic: Remember.
It’s amazing to me how little I remembered of being little until my daughter came along. I had snippets here and there, moments frozen in time. Some I think are remembered from pictures. Now I can remember what being little felt like. I can remember the struggles, the joy. I remember hours spent on our backyard swing. It faced over a farmer’s field and I would swing as high as my little legs could pump me and imagine I was flying over that field. I loved it when the farmer was in his field with his tractor. It felt like a show put on just for me.
I remember what it felt like when my 3 friends decided they didn’t want to be friends anymore. I remember feeling totally rejected in 3rd grade. And I remember my big sister getting the ball back for me on the playground when a bigger kid took it.
As I watch my daughter grow and go through all the things in a little girl’s world, I remember what it feels like. And suddenly, compassion comes more easily. If she has a horrible day, I want to know why. I want her to share those pains with me and to know the unconditional love that she has from me. Remembering being little makes me a better mother.
I hope I never forget that.
My current Bible study is Mercy Triumphs, by Beth Moore, on the book of James. The entire book of James is packed with how we should think, act, and LIVE as Christians. When we started the study, Beth Moore gave us several options for how much we could do. Attend only, do homework, handwrite the book of James, and memorize the entire book. I sort of laughed at the last one, thinking how could I possibly do that. A few days later, it was still in my head and I started thinking about how I used to memorize all my lines for plays or auditions. Sometimes entire monologues. Never 20 minutes worth, but still. Why did I think it would be so impossible. And why not even try?
So I started. I have only memorized about 7 verses so far. I have a long way to go. But even just reading the verses over and over is having an impact. Even if I don’t remember the exact words or what verse number they are from. Their message is still getting written on my heart.
And with just those few verses and one other that I have memorized this last few months, I can feel the difference. I am not rocked as easily. When I am confronted with fear, I have a Bible verse to hold up like a shield. What did Jesus do when he was being tempted in the desert? He quoted scripture. If He is the model we are trying to be more like, we should be quoting scripture, too. I am certainly not saying I have figured it out. Last week there were rough days and I didn’t remember to reach for a verse. But I have a glimpse of what it could be like. The moment the fear starts creeping in, I need to recognize it for what it is and speak God’s truth. And the more I know of God’s truth, the more weapons I will have at my fingertips.
I am so grateful for the challenge Beth Moore put out there and even more so, for the words that are being hidden in my heart.
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Our pastor at church doesn’t many Sundays go by without telling people how to come into a relationship with Jesus Christ. Usually during the final prayer, he gives a short and simple prayer someone can say in their hearts to accept the free gift of salvation. Something like: Jesus, I know I am a sinner. I sincerely repent of my sins and ask you to be my Lord and Savior. Now as your child, I turn my entire life over to you.
This morning, he did an actual altar call. He asked anyone who wanted to make a commitment to Christ to come down front and pray with him. One man went. It takes great courage and conviction to stand up in front of everyone at that moment. And as his voice broke during the prayer, my tears started. There is nothing like the moment a person becomes a believer. I have witnessed it a few times recently and it never fails to move me to tears.
May God continues to turn hearts toward Him and keep our hearts soft enough to hear His voice.
People all over the world blogging on the same topic on the same day for just five minutes and linking up at Lisa Jo’s place. Today’s topic: Rest.
Sometimes I get so caught up in all the things I think I am supposed to do. Running here and there. Barely stopping to breathe. There are so many things I WANT to do. Places I want to be, people I want to support. I could run myself ragged trying to help.
Then God catches me. And says, I’ve got this. Do just what I have asked to you to do. And then rest. Take a breath.
He wants me to be a part of His plan. He wants me to reach out to the world. He wants me to care about my friends and the world around me. But He doesn’t expect me to do it all. That’s me. I am learning to stop and rest in His grace and mercy. At least I am trying to. The worries keep pulling at me, but I am learning to stop and breathe and ask Him to carry them and just show what task He has for me today. Just do the next thing, knowing that my God can handle everything else.
For a while now, I have been wanting to make my own laundry soap. Less chemicals, less expense.
I have looked online for recipes and many of them start with making your own regular soap, to then grate into the recipe. I really don’t want to mess with lye yet, so I bypassed all of those. I finally settled on one that was very simple. Grate a bar of Fels-Naptha and mix it with 1 cup each of Borax and Arm & Hammer Washing Soda.
So I did.
Hmm. I tried the first load with it. The clothes look and smell clean, so it worked well. But I can’t stand the smell of the detergent! Once the clothes are clean, it’s fine; they smell normal. But my nose has something against Fels Naptha. The moment I opened the bar, it smelled bad to me. Grating it obviously released the scent even more and while the washer was going, the smell was intense.
Back to the drawing board! 🙂
I work from home, so my office is in my living room. I love it because I can be with my daughter while I work, but having all my business stuff in our living area isn’t always pretty. I have been trying to make it both functional and beautiful. I recently got a desk that is big enough for both of us (YAY!), so my daughter can do schoolwork or coloring next to me. Then I found this great organizer on clearance at Target.
On clearance for $5 at Target!
I hit up my craft stash in the basement. I found some great fabric I bought years ago to make pillows and thought it might dress this plain organizer up.
I set the organizer on the fabric to measure the right size and used hot glue to attach it inside the biggest compartment, from the back.
Then I wrapped the fabric around the back, underneath and pulled it tight.
I cut lines in the fabric so it would fit in the separated front compartment, then hot glued it in place.
I did the same thing on the sides, cutting it to the right height for each level.
I LOVE the finished product! It adds color and life to the desk and keeps everything I use often at my fingertips. It is even big enough for my binder!