The house is still dark now, Lord. The quiet…oh, the blessed quiet. The only sounds as I whisper this prayer to You in my heart are that of the ticking Cuckoo clock in the hall, and the deep, steady breathing of the ones I love most slumbering deep in their beds.
I’m torn, though, Lord. Torn between getting up, sneaking downstairs and stealing a few minutes alone with You. Alone with my thoughts. Alone with my coffee.
Torn between the paradise of sitting at Your feet, and the paradise of sleeping soundly in these covers for five.more.minutes.
Because that’s about all the time I have, Lord. Before little bodies stir, bleary eyes open, and the chaos and crazy of a new day ensues.
Help me when those sleepy, shuffley feet patter to my side and ask me to “actually make” breakfast, not just open it. Help me to smile at the gift of this day. Of these kids. The gift of the chance to start the day right – with a smile and something yummy to eat.
Help me as I struggle to wake up fully to these round-faced cherubs…because it appears I chose the five minutes of extra sleep over getting up before them so I could get my own morning grumpies out first.
Help me as I pour milk, usher cereal to bowl, wipe up milk. Help me to see it as a blessing to my kids; not the bane of my morning to actually have to function when all I really want to do is sit on the couch and stare into nothing until the coffee pot is full.
Let my words speak life. Joy. Love. Peace. Kindness.
Let my actions be full of Goodness. Faithfulness. Gentleness. Self-control.
I’m afraid to pray for patience today, Lord. Because the last time I did, You sure gave me opportunities to practice it!
But here goes…help me be patient when they ask for the umpteenth time if they can watch kid shows. Or paint. Or have a snack even though they didn’t finish their lunch because they swore they couldn’t eat another bite or they would pop.
Help me relish it when the little man in my life, with the still-dimpled hands and grown-up hair cut asks me to read that one book. Again. And then again.
Help me ask their forgiveness when I heave the heavy sigh because I just sat down and the call came again: Mooooooommmmm!!!!
Better yet, help that heavy sigh leave on the next train outta here and never come back.
Let me see the everyday miracles You inject into this house. This family. Our lives.
Give me strength when the splinters just go a little too deep; when the cut is too big; when the hurt too immense and I can’t fix it.
Muster in me, somehow, by some miracle of Your sheer strength the energy to run with them when they squeal and stop halfway down the hall, “Chase me, mama!!”
Lord, they want dinner again. Again! If I have to plan one more night’s food I may just scream. Or cry. Or both.
I’m going to get out of bed now, Lord. You know I’m already dreaming about when I can climb back in – though who knows if I’ll get to stay in it all night this time.
There is no way on this green earth I can make it through this day; this all-consumming fatigue without Your help. So come now, Lord. Let’s get this day started.
Because its only just beginning and I’m already oh-so-tired.
But I’m so thankful, God, to get to walk through these days with this crazy crew and laugh, cry, snuggle, discipline, repeat.
Here they come now, Lord.
Let’s do this.
I’ve been a bit quiet around here. Life has been…in upheaval. Emotions are raw. Deep. Exhausting. But when I saw the prompt for Five Minute Friday from LisaJo Baker, what has been the prayer of my heart the past two months sprang forth in words. And the words have been sparse. So I thought I’d better take advantage of it. So, here’s my best five minutes on
The words jostle to come. To be released; freed. So many things bubble, churn, vie for attention. But the words don’t come.
Pain. Sorrow. Fear. Passion. Hopes. Dreams. All to set free among the world.
But the words don’t come.
Pain holds them down. Fear locks the key.
The words I speak bring only death. Spread only fear.
So write Your story in my life.
Pen Your words on my tongue.
Scribe them deep on the walls of my heart.
Etched like marble. Tender as silk.
Because when You form the plot, death becomes life.
All the injustices of this life; the that’s-not-fair sits balanced and light next to the freeing weight of Your Truth.
So scribe them deep in my soul, O Lord.
So when I speak Your story comes through.
Even when surrounded by death, destruction, pain and nonsense, when I speak Life springs forth.
Let there me less of me. Less of my “good.”
More of You. More of Your Story. Your Life. Your Freedom.
Write, oh God, write.
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Fall is my absolute favorite season. Perhaps its from growing up in the desert where we barely experienced two seasons (hot and…not so hot). Perhaps its the promise of warmth and coziness.
Whatever it is, I.love.fall. I love the colors, the smells, the flavors. I’m in full support of adding pumpkin to all the things.
I also fall victim to the temptation to rush right past fall and bull rush straight into the holiday season. So when I saw that Denise from Denise in Bloom had collaborated with Lori Ramsey to write an eBook about how to really get the most out of the fall season, I scooped up a copy right away.
Autumn Bliss compiles ideas, recipes, devotions and decorating tips all designed to help you slow down and embrace an attitude of gratitude – and cultivate it throughout your home and family.
Perhaps my most favorite thing about this book – and I loved the whole thing – is that when it comes to decorating your home for fall the primary focus is cultivating warmth. Denise and Lori encourage you to use natural elements, and elements you already have in your home. There’s not even a hint of Pintrest Perfection Syndrome and I absolutely love that!
Friends, I loved this book so much I read the entire thing in one day! That’s even with having three kiddos running around, schooling, etc! It’s an easy read and will be a seasonal staple for my family for sure!
Today I’m so excited to be giving away a copy of Autumn Bliss to one of you (you don’t have to own a Kindle device to read this. You can download a Kindle app for free and read it that way)! I’m going to keep this one simple.
To enter, leave a comment telling me your favorite thing about fall!
You can earn an extra entry by sharing this giveaway on Twitter or Facebook. Just be sure to leave a separate comment telling me how you shared it! I will pick a random comment as the winner on Monday, September 30.
I shuffled into the kitchen to fulfill my daughter’s request for cereal.
I had been up for awhile, but its safe to say I wasn’t fully awake yet. I grabbed the plastic pink bowl and set it on the counter. I saw two crusted bits of food on the edge. Meh, I can scrape that off, no bother, I thought to myself. After gathering the other necessary items, I returned to the bowl on the counter. My eyes had adjusted further to the dim light of the kitchen (and my senses stirred awake by the fresh aroma of coffee brewing) and stopped cold in my tracks.
Not only were there two crusted pieces of food on the edge of the bowl, but the whole inside of the bowl was crusted as well! I have no idea how I didn’t see it before, but there was no denying it now. No amount of fingernail-scraping would make that bowl suitable to eat from – it needed to be completely washed, and washed well.
Isn’t that how it is with our own hearts; our souls? We look at ourselves and think we’re pretty good. Sure, there are a couple of things here or there we need to work on – things that need cleaning up. We’ll be the first to admit we’re not perfect, but we’re not as bad as we could be – especially when compared to the dirty dishes still in the sink.
In the dim morning light of our lives, we take a look at ourselves and from what we can see, we can fulfill our intended functions without problem.
But once our spiritual eyes adjust to the light of the Gospel, suddenly a myriad of muck and grime are exposed. Seemingly out of nowhere, issues that have been caked on through life, trials, heat and struggle are blatantly clear – whereas before, in the dim light of our own understanding we were perfectly clean.
Just as with that pink plastic bowl, it’s tempting to toss it back into the cupboard and let someone else deal with it. After all, I have more important, more pressing matters to deal with. But the next time a bowl is needed, that crusted nasty is still going to be there needing to be dealt with.
Its the same with our personal spiritual nasty. Its so tempting to just toss it to the back of the shelf and let our future selves deal with the dirty work. But the only true remedy is to be completely washed.
To allow the cleansing waters of the Holy Spirit wash over us and do the hard – sometimes painful – work of removing the gunk, grime and stubborn stains from our hearts. To immerse ourselves in the warm, healing Word of God. To fill our hearts with the Living Water and let it soak; let it soften the muck until it washes away easily.
So, how’s your bowl looking today? Do you need to take some time out and let your heart soak?