Let Your Light Shine

Like most moms, I have spent this weekend loving on my kids a little more. Their sweet little faces have been cradled in my hands and I just can’t stop the hugs and kisses from pouring out.

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 I went upstairs last night to tuck in my oldest son. The lights were out and I was trying to contain the emotions that were bubbling at the surface. My son asked me, “Mommy, did you just get out of the shower? Your face is all wet.” And suddenly the tears that I had been trying so hard to keep at bay came rushing out.  I shared with him the tragic events that took place in Connecticut on Friday morning. I tried to explain it in a way that a 9-year old mind could comprehend. But I found the task daunting as my own 35-year old mind struggles to make sense of it all.

Empty Arms

empty armsMy heart is heavy. A friend is going through a great loss and it’s one that I’ve experienced myself before. Although it’s been 9 years since it happened, I find myself reliving that experience again. The day I learned that the baby I was carrying inside me no longer had life. The dreams and plans I had made for us as a family shriveling up and dying quicker than they had first arrived. Suddenly, and without warning, I was no longer a “mom.”  And the very core of my being felt hollow, lifeless like the baby inside me.

Being the favor of God for your spouse

favorFavor. It’s a word we don’t really use a lot in today’s society. But it’s something I’ve been praying for lately. The favor of God that is. I’m finishing up a book by Mark Batterson entitled “Circle Maker.” In it the author refers to the favor of God as “God doing something for you that you cannot do for yourself.” I want that. I want God working on my behalf to grant me favor in my family, in my marriage and in my community. I want his favor to rest on Cornerstone Church that we may continue to touch our town for God’s glory. I want Him to do something that I cannot do for myself. I want his favor.

You Can’t Never Always Sometimes Tell

Circle MakerI’ve been reading the book [easyazon-link asin=”0310333024″]The Circle Maker[/easyazon-link]by Mark Batterson lately. In it he shares a saying that’s been passed down in his family for generations and it goes something like this “You can’t never always sometimes tell.”  Translated it essentially means this: Anything could happen. And when applied to our prayer life this phrase holds a holy expectation that God can at any time, in any way, show up and do the unexpected.

When’s the last time you felt like that? When you felt like anything could happen at any moment.That the dream you’ve been holding onto for years could come true at any moment.  That the prayer that you’ve been praying for decades is on the verge of being answered? I don’t know about you, but it’s been too long since I’ve prayed with that kind of true expectancy accompanying it.

Time Out

Just gave myself a “time out” from my middle child. My adorable, high energy, too smart for his own britches, strong willed child.  As I’m writing this the tears are falling onto my laptop because, well, I just can’t seem to stop them today.

Time out

Parenting is the toughest job you’ll ever have. That’s what everyone always says. What they don’t say is that by “toughest” they mean the most exhausting and exhilarating job you’ll ever have.  And usually both at the same time. They don’t say that you’ll learn more about yourself than you ever really cared to. But you will. Because truth be told, one of the things that makes parenting so hard is the ability it has to expose us as parents. The ability to bring to light our own areas of weakness, our own selfish motives, our own bad attitudes.