Eyes, the windows of the soul…

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                                                                            M.J.  in the busy two’s!

Look into those eyes … the eyes of our dear children.  What a gift God has given us!  Today I asked God to refresh my vision.  I asked Him to give me His love for my little girls.  Sometimes as mothers, we get so busy instructing, training, guiding, whatever a mother does … and we forget to see them, to look at them for who they are, eternal souls entrusted to our care.  Some days I find myself getting frustrated at slow responses to my commands.  Then God reminds me of how He loves me when I learn so slowly.  I’ve never yet heard Him speak to me in an exasperated tone.  God, help me to ALWAYS speak to my children like you speak to me, in a still, small voice. 

Today, I realized how little I know how to be a mom.  But I’m so glad that God knows it all, and that He is my Father.  I am comforted to realize that He will give me the wisdom that I do not have.  I just don’t have it.  I am so glad to be His.  I am so glad, too, that these little girls have a Daddy who values spending time with them.  You see, those shiny eyes you see in those pictures were captured after special time with Dad today.  It’s Monday, our favorite week day since Daddy doesn’t have to sell furniture.  He often takes the girls somewhere, a double effort.  One is to spend quality time with his girls, and the other to give Mama a break in the routine … hmmm, maybe there’s three reasons.  The girls get a little break from Mama, too?   Whatever, we all love it, and we are all happy to get back together in the evening.  Thank-you, God, for family!             

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                                                                  Jaime … a delightful 4 years old.

“Come Unto Me, All Ye That Labor and are Heavy Laden, and I Will Give You Rest.”

“For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”  Have you ever really noticed the end of that verse?  We often quote it, but don’t often get past the first line. 

I am still sitting in rather speechless awe of God.  He has been doing some amazing things in my heart through a lot of different circumstances.  He has roused my heart in a greater way this year than ever before probably, to take a closer look at the heart of Christ.  He keeps confirming to me what He has been trying to teach my slow-learning heart.  That is the truth that His heart is full of compassion and love like we cannot fathom.  He has come to my heart in the quiet, convincing way that He always does, and gently told me that He wants to heal those old wounds that I buried without knowing it.  He has used so many people and circumstances to stir my heart and opened up the wells of tears that I had no idea were still deep inside my heart.  He released me from a spirit of fear that I carried with me in relationships … fear of hurting people, fear of losing relationships.  I didn’t know it was there.  He gave me freedom from a deep sense of failure that I didn’t know was there.  And the release has entered so many, many areas of my life that I still feel stunned some days.  It’s like having your heart put to rest in a new and beautiful way.  It’s got to be a little like Heaven. REST.  

I am so in awe of God.  I hope I will never lose the reverence I feel for Him.  His love is different than we often realize.  His love is the kind that quietly and emphatically reaches our hearts in a way that we cannot doubt Him.  His work is a thorough work that could never be manufactured by another.  His grace is overwhelming.  His gentleness compels us to love Him.  His words are quiet, and they come to us when our hearts are still before Him, waiting for Him, and even when they are weeping out the unknown issues within.  He causes us to turn away from ourselves and He speaks life into the ashes of our pain.  Where the light of His Spirit shines, the darkness must flee. 

 But it’s the way He comes that amazes me so much … People, we need to get a hold of God and let Him teach us how to love.  He is so personal.  How He loves each of us and understands us. 

Thank-you, Lord.  You’ve got yourself a servant for life, by Your Grace alone.  You have shown me how little I know my own heart … how little any of us know our own hearts.  Oh, God, let us walk humbly in your Presence.  Praise be to God.

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Lessons For Little Ladies

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I still don’t know what makes this time the most special … just time with Mama?  Or is it the fun of these little lessons we are having together?  Maybe it’s both.  Whatever … we all enjoy it!  Jaime has a unique way of summing up our thoughts,

“I LOVE doing this.  It makes me love people. “

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Life at Happy Home … never a dull moment

 

When God is doing so many deep things in our hearts, I find the biggest challenge is to be faithful in daily things of life, maybe because the enemy knows that this is where true revival must first be manifested.  When God is working to teach us how to have a broken heart so that His love can flow through us into the lives of others, the biggest challenge is to be patient and loving with those closest to us.  This morning it is my lively, creative children.  :)  Our girls seem to have an uncanny drive towards creativity.  Perhaps most mothers would curtail those tendencies more and find themselves free from little pieces of paper, markers, glue, pencils, scissors, stickers, and a variety of little crude gifts pressed into their hands all day long.  I prefer the mess, especially when I see the joy it gives my little ones to make something for someone.  I have been amazed what all sorts of creativity can come out of even a two-year-old.  All the clean-up times are worth it for the satisfaction I see on my 7-yr.old’s face when she can hand her favorite aunt a carefully crocheted scarf that she made.  No, I wouldn’t trade them in the least.  Certainly, these little ones do lead us in our walk with God, too.  One day when I was feeling especially vulnerable, I was kind of lost in thought, but I heard Jaime calling my name.  I answered her a little absentmindedly, but my heart melted when she said, “You are my best Mama!  That’s all I wanted.”    Her prayers are so sweet, too, and you never know quite what to expect.  :)  She often prays, “Dear Jesus, please … do all Your work in us!”  It’s amazing what little ones pick up.  This morning she was telling me how she fixed up a little place “where I can go in and pray.” 

And now for some pics of my calm, sweet, ‘wait-til-you-have-boys’ kind of girls.   Hmmm…

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                                                                                  MUD PUDDLES!

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                                                                                      PLAY DOUGH!

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                                                                         THE AIRPLANE SWING!

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                                                                                           LEGOS!

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                                                                                        HIT THAT BALL!

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                                                                 WATER BALLOONS WITH COUSINS!

“Prayer’s requisite …co-crucifixion”

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“It is when we realize our oneness with Christ in death and in resurrection, that prayer becomes the marvelous force that we find it was in the life of the Saviour; the invincible dynamic that reveals itself to be in the book of Acts; and the ineffable experience of the great saints of the ages.  It is then that our spirits, liberated by the power of the Cross from the fleshly and the soulish entanglements, ‘mount up on wings as eagles’.  It is then that communion with the infinitely adorable One Who inhabiteth Eternity, comes spontaneously and naturally to its fullest expression.  It is then that the injunction: ‘Pray without ceasing’, ceases to be an unintelligible command; for the spirit released from the thralldom of the ‘flesh-life’, and freed from all Satanic oppression by an appropriation of the full benefits of the Calvary victory, rises to take its place with Christ in the Heavenlies where prayer is the coninuous in-breathing of the life of God, which it cannot be until it is freed from all selfish ingredients, becomes at times a groaning which is unutterable, and which does not fail to move mountains, and achieve the impossible.  It is then that prayer becomes a wordking out of the will of God and therefore, must prevail be the cifficulties what they may be, however staggering the problem, however great the need.  It is then that the great desparity between what the Master said that prayer would accomplish, and the miserable caricature that it is in the actual practices of millions, is removed, and prayer blossoms out in all the glory of its true nature.”   F.J. Huegel

I Miss My Babies …

I’m sure by now you know how well I hide my inmost thoughts.  :)  Well, I’m feeling sentimental about my babies today.  I was kind of shocked how long ago it seems since we introduced our girls to their new sisters.  I decided to post some pictures of those little darlings of long ago.  Do I hear a few snickers?   Just thought you might like to guess who is who.  Have fun.

 

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